#he kept like grabbing near my hip to pull down or something and FUCK the little claw was so damn close to that super bad spot

[cantsaythetword]

Fuck my back is SO DAMN TKLISH wtf

[mieluscious]

little nerd. satoguru

ෆ pairings : gojo x female reader x geto

ෆ genre : smut, pwp

ෆ word count : 2k8

ෆ miel's note : part 2

ෆ warnings : mdni. meandom!gojo, nerd!reader, brat tamer!geto, voyeurism, public sex, exhibitionism, hate sex (between you and geto), oral (f. received), reader is a brat for geto, squirting, slight degradation, slight dumbification, cockwarming, hair pulling, pussy slapping, face grabbing, spit play, geto secretly loves the fact that you hate him, they're both bullies, gojo uses a lot of cute petnames (princess, baby, pretty), they love to hear you moan . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

"w-wait toru. they could see us-" you didn't even have time to finish your sentence when gojo lifted your skirt, pulled your panties on one side and pushed his cock into your greedy pussy making you threw your head back against his shoulder. you had spent your day studying at the library before your boyfriend decided to join you. at first he had come to ask you if you wanted to eat with him and when you told him to wait because you couldn't stop studying at the moment he sat down next to you until he decided to grab you by the hips and sit you on his dick. 

"princess." he grabbed tightly both of your thighs and tugged at your stockings to slap them on your soft skin, making you arch your back against his muscular torso. his lips was against the back of your neck, kissing and biting it slowly. "i wanted to eat and you dare kept me waiting. now you have to keep me busy until you finish, otherwise i might fall asleep, do you understand?" he placed one hand on your stomach and the other on your hip to lift you up with him and sit more comfortably in the seat beneath the two of you, when he sat back down a moan immediately came out from between your lips as you felt his cock hit right against your g-spot. you grabbed his hand, which was still on your stomach, and moved your hips slightly against his cock, wanting to feel it a little more against your sensitive spot. you heard him groan against your ear, he slapped the inside of your thighs near your pussy. "behave." he grabbed your face tightly making you gasp. "you know i won't be ashamed to fuck you in front of all these people so don't test me. be pretty and sit nicely on my dick. don't you dare to move y/n." you nodded and apologised while you tried to get back to work.

it's been a few minutes now and gojo was on his phone probably texting fucking geto (you hated him) you felt a bit of jealousy but decided to ignore it. gojo was finally letting you study and you didn't want to waste your time but his fat cock was still inside of you and you were really needy to move your hips so it was difficult for you to think straight sometimes. you were trying to solve a math problem when gojo started laughing because of something he saw on his phone, his laugh made his whole body vibrate and bounce you gently on his cock you dropped your pen and leaned back on the table, your mouth opened to let out a silent moan. you looked up to see that some people were getting up to leave the library, leaving just the two of you and 3 other people. 

you turned your bust slightly towards gojo and gently grabbed the jacket of his uniform. you needed to hold on to him because of the delicious feeling of his cock deep inside of you could make you fall off the chair at any moment. "toru we should stop i can't study like this and people are there fuck-" he looked into your eyes without any emotion and slowly began to move his hips against yours, making his cock rub between your walls. you tightened your grip on his jacket, a small mewl escaped your lips and you tilted your head to the side without taking your eyes off him. 

"it's cute when you think you are in charge in this relationship" he put his phone on the desk and grabbed your hair, arching your back against his chest. "my little princess deserves a punishment" he slipped his free hand under your shirt, touching your bra with his fingertips. the warmth of his hands made you unconsciously press your pussy against his cock, he caught the skin of your shoulder between his teeth to muffle his sudden moan. you gasped and sighed an apology but it wasn't enough for gojo who slapped your pussy roughly. you brought your hand up to your mouth and bit down on your fist to keep yourself from screaming across the library. "i warned you." he withdrew his hand from under your top and reached for his phone, he quickly typed something and threw it back on the desk before grabbing your hips and started slow movements with his hips making you bounce on his cock slightly but enough for you to mewl loudly and arch your back against his chest, firmly grasping the arms of the chair beneath you. you tried to meet his thrusts, fucking him back. 

your head jerked back against his shoulder as you felt gojo grab the underside of your thigh opening you up a little more. you could now hear the erotic sounds of your lovemaking, making you blush, you squealed when you heard him laugh deeply against your ear. "cute" he pulled his cock out of your pussy and pushed it brutally back into your hole, touching your g-spot. this time you moaned loud enough to meet the gaze of a girl studying right in front of you, a pretty girl with almond eyes and golden hair. "mhmh princess..i felt your pussy tighten, do you like this girl's eyes on you?" you caught your lip between your teeth when you felt your tits being grabbed by gojo's big hands "let's give her a show then". gojo's expert hands pinched your nipples and played with them, making them hard. your mouth was half opened letting out little moans that startled the girl who still had her beautiful eyes on you, you noticed that she was swallowing with difficulty when her gaze dropped on gojo's hands kneading your breasts. she squeezed her thighs and you noticed her buds hardening under her little lace top, gojo noticed this too, as he let out a mocking laugh. "you're so pretty. look. even girls want to have a taste." gojo's laugh made the girl blush with embarrassment as she gathered her things and ran out of the library, leaving just the two of you and a few other people who still hadn't noticed you. 

"wow satoru you made her leave. you're so mean." you tensed at the sound of his voice, you turned your head slowly behind you and discovered geto walking nonchalantly towards you and gojo who’s smiling mischievously as he saw your face distorted by anger and incomprehension. geto looked at you and smiled in the same way as gojo, his head tilted to one side. “what’s wrong y/n? you’re not happy to see me?” 

“you know she hates you suguru.” gojo wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the back of your neck, hugging you from behind. “she’s a jealous little baby” he rolled your hips against him making you moan again, geto lowered his gaze to your breasts, which jiggled as you arched your back against gojo's chest. 

“y/n you’re so mean to me” you couldn't take your eyes off him and geto could see in your eyes that you didn't like him and that you didn't want him here at all when you were literally sitting on your boyfriend's dick. geto, who was behind gojo, walked until he was in front of you, resting his lower back against the desk. “you have such a pretty girlfriend satoru, im jealous” you could feel gojo chuckling as he bit the back of your neck. 

“right? i wanted you to see how cute she is when she’s full of my cock” and you realized that geto was there simply because gojo had sent him a message when you were in a weak position earlier. you grabbed the arms of the chair firmly and glared at geto, who was getting more and more annoying by the nonchalant way he was looking down at you, and although you loved your boyfriend you couldn't help being angry at him for calling his best friend, the one you hated the most in this fucking school. your mouth opened in a perfect O as you felt gojo move you over his cock a lil bit faster until you were bouncing up and down on it making you almost fall on the desk before geto caught you to push you with two fingers against gojo's chest. you drew your knee up to your chest, trying to steady your foot on the chair under the calculating gaze of geto, who couldn't take his eyes off your skirt, which rose with each thrust of gojo's hips, revealing your cotton panties with a little bow on it. cute.

“d-don’t look” you whispered, and geto's eyes looked back into yours. your chest rose and fell rapidly, making your tits jiggle. geto slowly approached you and placed his hand right next to yours on the arm of the chair, the sudden closeness made you sink deeper against gojo's torso who started liking the inside of your ear making you moan and close one eye in surprise. the way you arched your back in pleasure against gojo and the brutality of his hip thrusts made you brush the tips of your tits against geto's chest, who smiled wider and wider at the effect it had on you. he caught your chin with his free hand and brushed his lips against yours. his eyes never leaving yours.

“why do you hate me so much little nerd?” he pressed his thumb against your chin, tilting your head back slightly. “answer me, i want you to say it.” 

“i h-hate you because toru always talk about you, it’s always about you” gojo slowed the rhythm of his hips, he chuckled and pressed his face against your neck, watching geto out of the corner of his eye. he slid his hands down your inner thighs, grasping them firmly. “i fucking hate you, you and your fucking annoying face” geto let go of your chin and put his hand on the other arm of the chair, imprisoning you with his body. his face didn't move, looking down at you coldly. 

“open your mouth.” gojo's fingers pinched the soft skin of your thighs, silently ordering you to listen to geto, you gasped as you placed a hand on gojo's thigh. you brought your attention back to geto, with eyes filled with hatred you whispered a silent "fuck you" before opening your mouth. an evil smile stretched geto's lips.

“what a good girl.” he formed a glob of spit in his mouth before spitting it right between your lips. you swallowed without taking your eyes off him, doing your best not to show him that you liked it, but when you heard gojo chuckling behind you, you already knew your efforts were wasted. fuck him.

“what was that baby? i felt your pussy clenching around me so tight i thought you were going to rip it off” gojo grabbed your hair firmly and pulled your head back making you squeal with pain. he pressed his lips against your ear so only you could hear him. “you hate him but deep down you'd like him to fuck you in front of me, right?” he inserts two fingers into your mouth, turning your face back to geto, who doesn't miss a beat with a smirk on his lips. 

you moaned louder and louder as you felt gojo bounce you wildly on his cock. now you were sure everyone in the library had noticed what you were doing behind them, with you bouncing on gojo's lap and geto standing between your legs. it was clear you were fucking in the back of the library. at this thought you felt your cheeks flush you could feel other people's eyes on you but knowing that geto and gojo didn't give a damn about manhandling you in front of everyone excited you even more against your will. you turned your attention back to geto who couldn't take his eyes off your breasts which were jiggling in all directions because of gojo who was fucking you with inhuman speed, you arched your back moaning louder when you saw his finger going for one of the buttons on your shirt. he unbuttoned the first one and brought his eyes up to yours, you wanted to squeeze your thighs under his burning, dark gaze, trying to put pressure on your clit, when he caught your knee in mid-air with his other hand, brutally spreading your thighs to reveal your pussy being bullied brutally by gojo's cock. your skirt was now pulled up over your hips and geto couldn't help but find you adorable at this moment. your half-opened eyes never left his, your face was all red with embarrassment and the way the moans came out almost shyly from between your luscious pink lips made his cock even harder. he brought his face even closer to yours, your nose pressing against his.

“satoru tell your girl to stop looking at me like that” he unbuttoned another button of your shirt, revealing your pretty breasts in your lace bra. he smiled as you panted against his lips. “i'll end up thinking she wants me to teach her how to love me” you caught your lip between your teeth under his burning gaze. so pretty.

“you should teach her then. do it.” gojo grabbed each side of your shirt and tugged, popping the last buttons and revealing your half-naked chest to geto, who grabbed your hips and helped you bounce on gojo's cock making him moan against your ear behind you. geto moved his hands up to your breasts, pressing his two thumbs against each of your hard buds under your bras, making you grab the sleeve of geto's jacket with one hand and squeal with pleasure.

“s-suguru-” they both froze for a moment, it was the first time you'd ever called geto by his first name, usually you just said geto in a cold way and this was the first time they'd ever heard you call him suguru. especially this time when you were moaning so erotically and seeing you moan his first name like that drove him fucking crazy. he grabbed the back of the chair behind gojo and presses his forehead to yours as his hand slides quickly between your legs, catching your clit between his fingers and making you cry out in surprise. his dark eyes pierced yours, which were now filled with tiny tears. “say it again.” you tried to say his name again, but the way gojo ferociously pushed his cock against your g-spot at each thrusts almost made you roll your eyes back in your head. geto shook your clit between his two fingers quickly, he grabbed your jaw with his other hand and pressed your cheeks firmly, making you open your mouth even wider. he took the opportunity to spit 3 times in your mouth, making gojo grunt against the back of your neck at the sensation of your pussy tightening around him. “are you enjoying your lesson y/n? are you learning anything?. fuck she’s so fucking pretty satoru” you arched your back immediatly as you felt gojo grab your hips to lift his knee and rest his foot on the chair fucking you even more deeply like an animal, you bounced so hard on his cock that you wondered how the chair didn't break.

“s-suguru-y-yess..ahh-” you tried to catch your breath but it was almost impossible to speak when you had two men sandwiching you and manhandling you in front of other students. “t-toru..i-im gonna-..im gonna cum-”.

“yeah? my princess wants to cum? fuck. then cum on suguru’s face baby.” geto grabbed your throat and knelt down to suck your clit between his pretty lips and it was when you felt gojo grab your panties to rip them that you closed your eyes and squirted all over geto's face, screaming their names until your throat broke. gojo moaned loudly while he finally squirted in your pussy, which was now dripping with both your seeds. 

you opened your eyes again to see geto's soaked face with a broad smile on it. he straightened up and rested both of his hands on the arms of the chair. you turned around and wrapped your arms around gojo’s neck hugging him and smelling his hair. “ i still fucking hate him.” he smiled at geto and tenderly stroked your head while geto pinched your bare ass.

“i’ll teach you, pretty, don’t worry.”

© 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 ! mdni — do not steal, modify or repost my work pls don't make me mad im a human just like you. ☆⌒(>。<)

[rabbidbunwy]

🔞 Gojo x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING 🔞

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Synopsis: Gojo wants to make you forget about your ex,and he will in a way or another

Contents: Gojo x fem! reader-both adult-explicit content-vaginal-crampie-breeding-possessive!Jealous! Gojo-kink-moaning-breeding-double cumming-two rounds-front and bheind-smut-cute-fluff-aftercare-Gojo keeps switching from his possessive ego to being gentle and attentive-lots of mine

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His eyes darken at the mention of your ex, jealousy and possessiveness bubbling through him. "No one's better than me" he says, biting your ear with a low growl. One hand holds a bruising grip on your hip, nails digging into your skin.

"Say it again. Who's better than me?" He demanded, pushing into you deeper. It was a question he asked you many times, needing constant reassurance whenever you mention your previous partner. "I want to be the best for you" he says firmly, as if the mere thought was a given. It was something he made sure you knew of—how much better he was.

"No one else is worthy of you" he continues "I'm the only one who knows how to make you feel good, isn’t that the truth? Everyone else is inferior."

His lips kiss down your neck hungrily, leaving behind bruising and red love bites. His hand on your hip tightens, grip possessive and unwavering.

You cried out moaning,your tongue out,your eyes rolling back along mumbled incoherent stuff that made Gojo smiled against your neck, satisfied with your reaction. He chuckled darkly, his hand on your hip moving to grab your hair and pull your head back. His pace quickened, his breaths came out as short huffs and low grunts.

"You’re so pretty." he panted, his other hand sliding up and tracing your jawline with his thumb.

"My pretty. My only." He growled, biting your earlobe.

Gojo's pace kept up, his hips rolling against yours in a steady rhythm. He pulled your hair tighter, enjoying the way you arched your back. "You're mine." he whispered huskily in your ear, biting down on the lobe.

He continued to shower you with praises and reassurances, each one a reminder of just how obsessed he was with you. "You're mine" he repeated with a possessive growl "You belong to me, and me only."

"Toru,gonna come,I'm gonna come" you moaned whining as you cried

Gojo chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "That’s right" he whispered, his voice deep and seductive. “Come for me, you’re mine. All mine.”

He picked up the pace, his hips bucking against you erratically as he chased his own release. His hand in your hair gripped tighter, pulling your head back further. “That’s my good (Y/N)” he panted, voice strained. “Come for me, baby.”

You gripped the futon as you moaned loudly,your stomach pressed against the soft mattress

Gojo growled in satisfaction, watching you fall apart beneath him. He felt a spark of primal male satisfaction seeing you like this, so vulnerable and pleasured because of him.

He continued his relentless pace, nearing the edge. His breathing became ragged and his words turned incoherent, nothing more than breathy moans and grunts.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy” he panted

He pulled your hair once more, forcing your head back so that he could capture your lips in a messy kiss. It was frantic and greedy, filled with need. He swallowed down your moans, their sounds combining in the small room.

He felt himself nearing the edge, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. His hand on your hip moved to your waist steadying your trembling body. "Gonna fill you up" he groaned "Gonna mark you as mine" he grunted, biting your shoulder blade. The words were possessive and dominant, a clear indicator of his desire to claim you as his own. He thrusted into you harder, and his body tensed as he got closer to his climax.

"You’re mine" He repeated it like a mantra, his grip on you growing more possessive and tight. His thrusts became frantic and wild, his breathing coming out in rugged pants. "My (Y/N), no one else’s" he grunted, his teeth grazing your skin. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. His body trembled, and his muscles tensed even more as he neared his climax.

"Mine, only mine" You moaned in a frenzy satisfied as you repeated his name "That's it" he growled, relishing your sounds. "Say my name, baby." He quickened his pace, the only sounds in the room is your moans and the wet squelching of your bodies meeting. His hand on your waist moved to your hair, pulling your head back again. He wanted to see your face, watch you come undone because of him. "Louder" he demanded "Scream my name."

He slammed into you harder, wanting to hear your pleasure fill the room. Sweat glistened on his skin, and his breaths came out ragged and needy.

He was desperate, desperate to claim you, to make sure that you knew who you belonged to. Nobody else could make you feel like this.

"Again" he whispered, biting down on your neck "Say my name. Let me hear how good I make you feel, how much better I am than your ex."

"You're better than him" you managed to gasp out "mhnn Toru-u-u-u gonna come" Gojo growled in satisfaction, his ego flaring at the truth. "Damn right I am" he grunted, his possessive streak flaring up again. He could feel himself nearing his climax, his body tense and taut. He picked up the pace, his hips slapping against yours in a quick and hard rhythm. "That's my good girl" he whispered breathlessly in your ear "You're so perfect" he continued, his words becoming more incoherent as he neared his own peak. "All mine, my pretty (Y/N). You're mine. Gonna fill you up, mark you."

His teeth grazed your skin, and his body trembled from the effort to hold back. He was greedy and desperate, wanting to claim you in every way possible. He pushed deeper, his muscles straining with effort and pleasure. "Come for me, baby" he panted, his hand moving to grip your hair. He wanted, no, needed you to come undone before him. To show how good he made you feel, how much better he was than your ex. "Come for me, right now" he ordered, his voice strained with need.

His body strained against yours, sweat trickling down his forehead. His breaths came out in shallow pants, and his eyes locked onto you with a possessive and heated gaze.

"Come" he repeated, his hand tightening in your hair.

He wanted to feel you come apart around him to know that he was the only one who could make you feel this way. The only one who could make you lose control, let go and give yourself over to him completely.

"Please" he pleaded, the word almost a growl.

You cried out shouting as you camed your body trembling and twitching "COMING,I'M COMINHG!"

Gojo watched as you came undone beneath him, his eyes darkening with satisfaction and pleasure. He drank in the sight of your trembling body and your gasps of pleasure.

He wasn't far behind, his own pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. He continued to thrust into you, his pace almost frantic as he chased his own release.

"Good girl" he panted, his voice hoarse and breathless. "That's my girl."

"Out...Come outside" you whined sobbing,moaning. Gojo was taken aback for a moment, his pleasure-addled mind struggling to comprehend your words. But as he processed what you were saying, a possessive growl rumbled in his chest.

He slowed down his thrusts, his muscles tensing as he fought against the overwhelming desire to claim you entirely. "You want me to pull out?" he grunted, his words coming out between pants. "Yes,yes mhnn please" you pleaded

Gojo had to clench his jaw and take a deep breath to regain some sense of control. Your pleading was driving him crazy, making him want to give into his primal instincts and fill you completely. But he respected your boundaries and would never do something you didn't want. He slowly pulled out of you, a low whine leaving his throat at the loss of your heat.

You looked at him feeling guilty at for what you asked to do so you pushed him back in wanting to make him satisfied.

Gojo let out a strangled gasp as you pushed him back in. His eyes widened for a moment, his mind reeling from the unexpected pleasure. He wanted to protest, to tell you that it was okay, that you didn't have to do something you weren't comfortable with.

But the needy part of him took over, and he found himself being consumed by the feeling of you. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. Gojo groaned, the sound filled with both desire and concern but you nodded winching "y..yeah"

"You don't have to do this just to please me, baby" he said, his voice strained by the effort to hold back. He wanted you, more than anything. He was desperate and needy for you.

But he refused to let you push your own boundaries just for his pleasure.

You moved grinding him as you focused on him. Gojo growled, his control slipping as he felt you start to move. His hips bucked involuntarily, and his breathing quickened.

"Fuck" he hissed, his eyes locking onto yours. He was torn between wanting to hold back and not wanting to hurt you, and giving into his primal desires. His body trembled with the effort of restraining himself, but he held back.

"Baby, we don't have to-" he started to say, his words cut off by a gasp as you moved again.

"Stop…stop moving" he grunted, his fingers clenching the sheets for dear life. His mind was clouded with desire and determination to not hurt you.

But it was a losing battle. Your movements were driving him insane, his body strained and tense, aching for release.

"Claim me Toru,please,it was my bad to tell you to pull out so please" you begged him feeling guilty

Gojo's last ounce of self-control snapped at your words. His eyes darkened with desire, and his breath hitched.

"You're mine" he growled, his voice thick with possessive need. "All mine. No one else's."

He pounced on you, his body pinning you against the mattress. He aligned himself with your entrance and pushed in deep and hard as a pained moan escaped your lips.

Gojo stilled, his body going rigid as he realized he had hurt you. His eyes widened with concern and regret, and he immediately backed off a little.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked, his voice filled with worry. "Did I hurt you? I'll pull out, I didn't mean to-" He started to pull out, his mind racing with guilt, but the sound of your gasp and the way you suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist stopped him in his tracks.

He froze, staring down at you with a mixture of confusion and surprise. "What are you…" he started to ask, but the words died in his throat as he felt your body clinging to him, preventing him from pulling out.

"You're not… hurting me" you panted, your breath still coming out in ragged gasps. "Please, just stay."

His eyes widened, the words sinking in. He was paralyzed, frozen in time, torn between his fierce desire and his fear of hurting you further.

"But…" he started to protest, his voice strained and hoarse. "I hurt you. I didn't want to-"

But you cut him off, pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Toru" you whispered, your voice firm and filled with need. "Please, I want this. I want you."

Gojo's resolve crumbled at your words. The mixture of pleading and wanting in your voice was too much for him to resist.

He hesitated for a moment longer, his mind still swirling with concern. But the sound of you whispering his name again made his body respond involuntarily, his hips thrusting forward on their own accord.

He felt himself sink into you, and a wave of pleasure and satisfaction washed over him. His eyes shut tight, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

But he still couldn't fully let go, his mind still plagued with worries. He tried to keep his pace gentle and slow, afraid of causing you more pain.

"I camed thank to you so I wanted to repay you,that's all" you spoked against his neck

Gojo growled deep in his chest, the primal sound sending shivers down your spine. He was torn between wanting to take control, to claim you completely, and being gentle and attentive.

"You don't owe me anything" he managed to grunt out, his voice strained with the effort to hold back. "It's not about repayment, baby. It's not a transaction."

You tried to interjected but Gojo found your spot making you melt and submissive "Ah right there" you phanted

Gojo couldn't help but smirk as he felt you melt beneath him, his ego flaring at the knowledge that he was responsible for your pleasure.

"There?" he asked, his voice low and cocky. "Is that the spot? The one that makes you lose your mind?"

You nodded whining "Ah mhn sorry you touched it before too but it didn't felt this good" Gojo hummed in satisfaction, a smug grin on his face. "That's because I wasn't trying to before. But now" he rolled his hips, targeting that spot again with expert precision. "Now I am."

"Aghn you're gonna make come again" you whined. Gojo chuckled lowly, his ego boosted by your moans and whines. "That's the plan, baby" he drawled, his voice dripping with confidence. "Want to see you come undone for me again and again." He continued his relentless assault on your sensitive spot, his eyes fixed on your face. He wanted to watch every expression, every shiver and gasp. He wanted to see the effect he had on you, how he could drive you wild with pleasure.

His pace picked up, his body moving with a primal rhythm. He wanted to claim you, to make you his in every way possible. But he also wanted to savour this moment, to prolong your pleasure as long as he could. "Together" you mumbled and whined "I wanna come together"

Gojo had to bite back a growl at your words, his body responding involuntarily to your plea. Hearing you ask for that sent sparks of pleasure through him.

He nodded, his eyes locked onto yours. "Together" he agreed, his voice strained. "Gonna make you come so hard, baby." His hips thrusted into you with a new urgency, his muscles taut and strained with the effort. He could feel the tension building, the pleasure nearing its peak.

"You close, baby?" he asked, his voice thick with desire and need and you replied with a nod

Gojo could see the signs, could feel you nearing the edge. His body was tense, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

"Good girl" he whispered, his voice gruff. "Just a little more, baby. Gotta hold on for me, okay?"

He could feel his own impending climax, his body straining with the effort to hold back. But he wanted to wait, to make sure he reached it together with you.

"Not yet" he grunted, his muscles tensing. "Almost there, baby. Almost…" His pace quickened, his body moving with a desperate rhythm. He was close, so close. He could feel it building, the tension winding tighter and tighter.

"Together" he panted. "Come with me, baby."

"Coming,I'm coming Toru" you whined "Toru,toru,toru!" You repeated out whining

Gojo groaned low in his throat, your repeated cries of his name sending him over the edge. The tension snapped, and he lost himself in the tidal wave of pleasure.

"Fuuuck" he gasped, his body shudder as he pressed himself against you, his body trembling. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

His muscles were tense, his body wracked with the aftermath of his climax. He felt spent, satisfied, and utterly devoted to you.

He held you tightly, his arms encircling you like a safe cocoon. He nuzzled his face against your skin, inhaling your scent and relishing the feel of your body against his.

"You're amazing" he murmured, his voice husky and breathless. "So perfect. Mine, all mine."

His body was still trembling, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He could feel the sweat cooling on his skin, his heartbeat slowing down to a more normal pace.

He pulled back slightly, just enough so that he could look into your eyes. He searched your face, drinking in the sight of your flushed cheeks and satisfied smile.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

His fingers traced your skin, a gentle, soothing caress. He was worried, suddenly afraid that he might have been too rough, too caught up in the moment to remember your boundaries.

"Just sore" you mumbled snuggling on his neck . Gojo smiled, a mixture of relief and pride washing over him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against his chest.

"That's normal" he assured you, his voice gentle. "I'll run you a hot bath later, okay? It'll help with the soreness."

He kissed the top of your head, nuzzling his face into your hair. He loved moments like these, moments where he could hold you close and shower you with affection.

"You did great, baby" he whispered, his voice filled with praise. "You sounded so good, felt so good."

He shifted a little, trying to find a more comfortable position without letting you go. He wanted to keep you as close as possible, feeling the need to protect you and keep you safe.

"I love you" he murmured, his voice sincere and tender. "You know that, right? You're everything to me."

He continued to hold you, his hands tracing random patterns across your back. He relished the feeling of your body against his, the way you fit so perfectly in his arms.

"I'm never letting you go" he muttered, more to himself than to you. "You're mine, completely and utterly mine."

He was still coming down from the high of his climax, his body still thrumming with oxytocin. But there was something else there too, a deep, primal possessiveness that had been ignited by your passionate cries and the way you had claimed him as yours.

He held you tighter, his hands moving to grip your waist. "You belong to me" he growled, his voice edged with possessiveness. "No one else can have you. You're mine." "You were so hard at first tough" You faked whined wanting taunting him

Gojo chuckled, feeling your tease and the playful jab at his ego. He loved it when you got sassy and bratty, it always amused him to no end.

"That's no surprise, baby" he drawled, his voice thick with humor. "You do that to me every time. You drive me absolutely wild, you know that?"

"you went possessive after i spoked about my ex" you chimed

Gojo's chest rumbled with a possessive growl at the mention of your ex. The mere thought of anyone else having you, touching you, knowing you the way he did set him on edge.

"Damn right I did" he grumbled, his fingers digging into your hips. "You're mine. No one else gets to touch you, not after me."

He shifted a little, moving to kiss and bite your neck softly. "You're mine, no one else's" he repeated, his voice gruff. "And don't ever talk about your ex in front of me again."

He nipped your skin a little harder, possessiveness overcoming him.

"Never,ever because you're mine baby" Gojo holded you tightly against his chest as he looked towards with a possessive look

"Mine"

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[vivwritesfics]

I need just the tip with hangman

Heed the warnings for this one - but at the same time I need this Hangman to rail me within an inch of my life lmao, I could write so much for these two

Warnings: smut, age gap, power imbalance, virginity taking, innocence kink, fingering, p in v

The Squad didn't know that Maverick had a daughter when that mission happened. No, they found out about his daughter after, when things were normal and Penny invited them all over for a barbecue in the garden.

Upon hearing that Maverick had a daughter and she was on her way, they all expected her to be Bradley's age or near enough.

They didn't expect her to be in her early twenties.

They didn't expect her to be a stunner.

Maybe it was the beers that gave Hangman such loose lipped. But he couldn't stop that 'holy shit' from slipping out. Who could blame him, though?

But then...

"Bradley!" She ran into Roosters arms and wrapped her own arms around his neck. Figures, Jake couldn't stop himself from thinking as he looked at them.

He didn't interact with her at that barbecue, but he was acutely aware that her eyes didn't leave him. After a few more drinks she whispered something in Bradley's are, something that had him standing up and saying 'No way!'

The next time Jake saw her was at the beach. She giggled, waved and batted her eyelashes at him before she ran back to her friends.

Jake couldn't take his eyes off of her if he wanted to. Everything she did, it was like she was putting on a show for him and only him.

But, even then, Jake didn't approach.

It was only when he found her at the hard deck. He didn't know she was there looking for him, the handsome aviator that her dad knew.

She sat alone, drinking as she waited for Jake to walk in. And, when she did, she was on her feet, standing beside him as he leant against the bar, ass sticking out.

Jake was sweating. Here was Mavericks daughter, pressing her ass against his dick.

"Hey, Hangman," she said as he turned towards him and wrapped her lips around the neck of her bottle, deep throating it.

Jake visibly gulped. His hands were on her hips ss he stared down at her and leaned forward. "Does this shit work on the boys your age?"

She shrugged her shoulders in such a sweetly, innocent way. "I wouldn't know," she said, breath hot on his ear.

Holy fuck, she was a Virgin.

There wasn't much that could restrain Hangman at that point. But Penny's eyes on him certainly did. He kept her near him thought, kept an eye on her while they drank.

And, at the end of the night, he took her back to his truck.

"Is your dad gonna kill me when I drop you home?" Jake asked when he began driving.

Her fingers danced up his thigh and she let out a hum. "Not if you take me back to yours ," she mused as she popped the button on his trousers.

How was Jake supposed to say no to that? He sucked in a breath as he went past her place, continuing on to his own. Her breath hitched when she realised, but Jake didn't notice.

Jake parked up outside of his place. He helped her out of the truck, but they didn't get further than that. No, Jake had her against the truck, lips bruising against her own.

She moaned against him, hands pulling at his hair. Jake threw his head back, a moan coming from the back of his throat. "Holy shit," he groaned as she attached her lips to his neck.

With her legs around his waist, Jake carried her into his house, with his hands under her ass, squeezing and kneeding at the flesh. He managed to open the door and dropped her on the bed.

But then his hands were on her thigh, pushing her skirt up. Suddenly, she was nervous under his pretty gaze. "Wait," she squeaked, grabbing his wrists.

Jake let out a breath as he looked at her. He moved his hand to her knee and moved his thumb from side to side. "What is it?"

"I-I've never done this before," she whispered, and Jakes eyes softened.

He leaned down and kissed her, softly this time. "I'll take care of you," he whispered against her lips.

She nodded. "I've got you, Bug," Jake whispered as his hand moved down from her knee. His fingertips brushed her thighs and touched her through her underwear.

"Holy fuck," she whispered.

Slowly, he pushed her underwear to the side. His rough fingertips were gentle against her clit, and every touch had her crying out for him. And, each noise she made was music to Jakes ears.

The way she writhed beneath him, Jake couldn't stop watching her. He kept his thumb pressed against her clit, his long fingers pushed inside. One at first, but even that had her gasping.

"Hangman," she cried, throwing her head against the arm of the sofa, back arching.

There was something about that, something about her calling him by his Callsign. It unlocked something animalistic in him. But he was still taking things slow and gentle.

As he worked her open, he freed himself from his trousers. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, looked down at where his hard on hit his stomach.

"Jake," she squeaked, and he stilled his fingers. "I-I don't think I can take that," she whispered.

He didn't mean to smirk, but he couldn't help himself. "Too big for you, Bug?" He whispered as he pulled his fingers out of her cunt. He placed them between his lips, tasting her, releasing a hum. "So sweet, Bug."

She whined beneath him, hips moving on their own.

"How about just the tip?" He asked almost sweetly, and she rapidly nodded her head.

Jake rolled the condom into his length. He stood before her and she reached down to wrap her fingers around him. It was such a pretty sight, one Jake didn't think he'd ever get enough of.

He eased himself forward, nestling the head of his cock between her folds. She let out a whine and grabbed his hand, squeezing as he eased himself forward.

"Just the tip," he reassured her, squeezing her hand.

The way she squeezed him, it was almost too much to handle. Jake pulled back and eased himself in again, this time a little further. Her breath caught in her throat and he pulled back again.

"Sorry, Bug. Just the tip, I know."

Jake couldn't wait to have her bent over the arm of the sofa, cock splitting her folds as he ravaged her.

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

OCT. 6 — KINKTOBER ‘23

HATE SEX & BREATH PLAY WITH JASON TODD

ktober m.list

tags: fem reader, meanie jason, alcohol, penetrative sex ofc

it was a messy break up the two of you had when still in college, if that’s what you could label it as. an established relationship was hardly spoken of throughout your whole time being with him. something along the lines of friends with benefits and situationship is what you’d categorized it in your mind.

because fucking without feelings quickly turned into fucking and cuddling without feelings, which then introduced everything that was a relationship—but without a relationship as the title.

jason was allergic to the conversations you’d attempt to bring up. asking the man ‘what are we’ as you slipped his shirt onto your sweaty skin. to which he’d shrug off while allowing you to spend the night, wrapping an arm around you and making you breakfast in the morning. just the way you liked.

it was two years since you graduated and the man had hardly touched your mind. only the times in which you’d catch up with friends from the same era in your life would you be reminded of him. and sometimes on dates and one night stands would he flash through your head, the remembering of how good at sex he was with you in comparison to the midnight men who didn’t know how to touch you right.

the man of choice tonight, though, was the man himself. the man who you despised, who you tried to ignore all eye contact with when you saw him walk into the bar where you and your friends were all sat at. head kept down and eyes locked onto the drink in your hand

but, one drunken thing led to another and your ankles were now thrown over the broad shoulders of the man who—without a doubt—hit all the places in which you’d missed him touching.

but the sensuality that existed in your uni years was taken away. soft thrusts turned rough, hardly giving you a chance to breathe through the yelling moans that you let out. sweet kisses turned teeth clashing and bites hard enough to make blood rise to the surface. if a sober thought past your mind, you’d yell at the man for attempting to leave a hickey. drunken thoughts could care less though as he selfishly left his marks from the underneath of your jaw to the side of your hip. saliva trailing down your body and swollen skin rising with heat.

"y’know my pussy missed me," jason grunts, one hand grabbing at your thigh harshly while the other’s pushing on your waist, holding you steady as if you’d squirm out of his grasp if you were able.

the words make you moan. his ownership of something that wasn’t his—hasn’t been his for years now—making your walls clench around him, and he can only laugh dryly. "fuckin’ whore, should’ve known you’d miss my cock, yeah? couldn’t wait to get fuckin’ stuffed the second you saw me walk in with all your friends," it’s hard to understand what he’s saying, but you can only bite back. "y’know you only walked in that bar for free pussy," and now jason’s hand is moving upwards.

rough and calloused fingertips finding your throat and pushing down to disable any airflow into your lungs. "what’d ya say?" his lips are pulled into a smirk, head tilting curiously—stupidly, because he knows you can’t answer. you can only sit there with your mouth agape as jason’s thrusts don’t slow for a second.

the sound of his thighs slapping the back of yours was filthy. but the wetness that screamed inbetween was worse. cum dripping down jason’s balls that hit your ass, spreading more wetness and making that much more a mess. "that’s what i fuckin’ thought, fucked all stupid," he groans, releasing his grip for a few seconds to allow you airflow.

his body leans down, and it’s hard not to devour with eyes alone the man that’s before you. broad shoulders that are near double yours. pecs that surround a silver cross necklace the man has worn for years now.

it makes you want to laugh. his attempt at finding peace in religion when he fucks you hard enough that you swear you see god in an orgasm. the way he tears you apart with words alone as the tip of his cock is kissing your cervix. the way he leans over you so the stupid cross hits your cheek with a feel of cool metal when he’s groaning out the words, "stupid fucking slut."

he’s holding himself up with a single hand. rough scars littering the skin while veins draw their way up to his forearms. the muscle flexed beautifully. so much so, that when you finally reach it with your eyes, you arch your back and squeeze them shut.

getting fucked alone by jason was enough. but to drink in the man that jason had become? close to doubling his size since college—which was only two years ago… you needed an entire day to process it.

instead it’s squished into the few hours that he’s seduced you into his bedroom, fucking you round after round. "who’s been fucking you when i’m not around?" he grunts in your ear, breathing into it before his tongue slides against your lobe. the question takes you out of the daze that you’ve been put in, attempting to scoff but ultimately moaning at the possession jason’s showing.

"fuck—shoulda-shoulda asked me earlier, would’ve made a list," you say between pants of breath. jason’s lips open to bite down on the soft lobe, a whine that pushes your head back against the mattress you were laid on.

"aw," he starts in a coo, "for being a slut," his tongue licks your neck, "still feel as tight as ever. still carved to the size of my fuckin’ cock ‘n nobody else’s." teeth clamp down on your sensitive skin, and your nails press that much deeper into his backside. an attempt at a warning, but jason loves the way the pain is subsided by the pleasure that is your dripping cunt.

his thumb finds your throat, pushing deeply to choke you once more. "must not be fuckin’ anybody worth a damn. nobody as big as me, huh?" thrust after thrust and you’re cumming on his cock without warning. a loud and choked moan slipping out of you while your vision turns dizzy and it makes jason wanna fuck you again.

after all, he could care less about the fact that you’re probably overly sensitive right now. maybe a few years back he would’ve pulled out, would’ve asked if you’re okay and thought of various ways to perform aftercare on your fucked out body. but, jason could give a fuck less, especially with the bratty words you’re spitting out to him. you don’t have a care in your tone, so why should he?

that’s why the snapping of his hips never halt. he doesn’t give you half a second to calm down when he feels you clench deliciously around his member. and when you’re whining, "jay-needa second, please!" he’s sucking on your tender skin, moving to cover your lips with his own.

"need a second? baby, all you need is my cock."

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[vminizzle]

Stay quiet for me

pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : smut, fluffy tones?

warnings : pet names, swearing, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, cockwarming, slapping (once)

words count : 0.9k

A/N : hi hi everyone, I hope y’all doing good. Here’s a little something to thank y’all for your support on my recent fics and for the 100 followers!! love y’all. My english still sucks but aye let’s go! (also I want to precise that I’m a new writer I’m not experienced, I’ll try to do better for the upcoming fics *sigh*)

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“fuck, go faster.” Jungkook said as he gripped your hips tighter. You could tell that you were going to have bruises later by the way his fingers were buried into the soft flesh. You were trying the best you could to make the both of you reach your high.

His hard-on was filling you up deliciously, so deep, it felt too good. You could feel every inch of him as you moved up and down on him. His hair was sticked on his forehead, sweat covering your bodies .

Your loud moans escaping from your lips as Jungkook gripped your neck connecting his beautiful lips on the abused skin. Sucking softly, tongue caressing the marks he left, making you whimper at the sensitive stimulation. You were so close to finishing when you heard Jungkook’s phone rang. He cursed before sighing, dropping his head on your shoulder. It was late at night who could it be, you wondered.

He grabbed his phone to check who it was making you stop curiously. Jungkook moved his hand to slap your ass lightly “don’t stop baby” he groaned. He bucked his hips suddenly making you lost your balance. “Jungkook” you moaned. Your thighs were so sore, it’s been more than 15 minutes since you started riding him. “it h-hurts babe” you sobbed softly.

"Yoongi is calling, stay quiet for me, you can do that for me love, huh?” he caressed your cheek making you close your eyes nodding at him softly “ that’s my girl” he pecked your lips. 

Before Jungkook picked up the call, he lifted your body laying you gently on the bed considered all the efforts you did. He looked into your eyes to make sure everything was alright for you.

He grabbed his phone, picking up Yoongi’s call, putting it on speaker “wassup dude! sorry I know it’s late but I was wondering if you’re ok if I modify my verse in our last demo. I want to exchange some parts with Jimin. So I could see which one is better” you listened to the deep voice echoing through the room. It was Taehyung…

Jungkook looked at you with an emotionless face, you were about to laugh when he hit your g-spot with a particular hard thrust. You bit your lip trying to block the noises threatening to escape as he smirked at your reaction.

"bro you here?” Taehyung asked “yea yea I’m here. Why do you have Yoongi’s phone ? And yea I think it c-can work. Make sure to not- shit-” He groaned louder than he would had think.

“man, you good?” Taehyung asked confused.

“yes! yes!” Jungkook replied.

“hmm, so yea. I’m with Yoongi that’s why I have his phone, mine’s dead. Don’t worry  I’ll be careful not to modify too much since we really liked how it sounded and all. Yoongi is with us so everything will be fine” Taehyung started blabbing while Jungkook tried his best to hit the places he knows that could make you scream his name.

His friend long forgotten when you gripped his long black locks, pulling him in a passionate kiss. He put his hand on your cheek as he kept devouring your lips.

“Kook? can you hear m-” 

“yea yea, I-I  trust you” Jungkook replied out of breath.

“sorry if i disturbed you this late, thank y-” Taehyung started apologizing.

“It’s o-ok, bye!” Jungkook ended the call, throwing his phone away. 

He grabbed your left thigh, lifting it up a little higher so he could hit deeper “f-fuck, you feel so good”. He was getting near, you knew it. You scrached his back as he left little kisses on your chest “Jungkook go faster please”.

He bit his lips as he gripped onto the headboard with one hand for support. You threw your head back into the pillow, the pleasure building in your stomach getting too much. You looked up at him, his hair practically wet, muscles contracting every time he made a move, his lips red from all the biting and kisses, his eyes rolling to the back of his head .

This view made you feel butterflies in your stomach. The bed kept on hitting the wall repeatedly “fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you sobbed.

Jungkook lowered himself to put his forehead on yours, trying to catch his breath “me too!”.

You both moaned as your walls started tightening around him uncontrollably. You grabbed the sheet tightly as you came, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his bicep. He continued thrusting into you to help you ride your high as you pulled on his hair “please cum inside me baby please”. He could only moan at your words. He held your hips as he cummed inside you immediately your words exciting him more than you thought. 

The warm liquid filled you up to the brim, some flowing on the bed sheet. “damn” he cursed watching his cum dripping out of you “you’re so hot”.

You laughed pulling him down on you “let’s stay like this for a while please?” you asked shyly.

“you want me to stay inside?” he looked up at you curious as you nod caressing his cheek, your other hand running up and down his scratched back. He kissed you neck whispering an “I love you y/n” before cuddling you. “I love you Jungkook” you kissed the top of his head.

–

“guys is it just me or he seemed weird? like sick?” Taehyung asked a bit lost. 

“nah. boy was getting laid” Yoongi said smirking making Jimin laugh loudly his head falling on Taehyung’s shoulder as he clap his hands. 

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A/N : sorry I had to make a little Vmin appearance hehe ,, ♡ I hope you guys liked it :) thank you for your support!

[mydearzero]

Laundry Day | E.M. x Reader

Summary: Eddie tried to do his own laundry and shrunk his Hellfire shirt to a devilishly small size. You couldn't help yourself, you had to stare.

MASTERLIST

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, creampie, degradation, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), grinding, dacryphilia, overstimulation

f!reader

4.8k words

When Eddie arrived at your table in the cafeteria looking like a mess, you didn't think anything of it. The boy was usually a mess, nothing strange about it. You finally glanced up and had a good look when Eddie clapped his hands together, gaining everybody's attention. You were met with the sight of his happy trail right on your eye level. You choked on seemingly nothing, hurridly looking at his face to see what he had to say. 

"Today is the day, my friends. My uncle has been gone all week and will be for the rest of the weekend, soooooo... Who's coming over?" Eddie grinned. Nobody replied, and his face fell. "What? Nobody?" 

Jeff mumbled something about you and him already making plans to stop by the day before, but the rest kept their mouth shut. You looked around the table, but everybody remained silent. 

"What the hell are you wearing, dude?" Mike finally quipped when nobody spoke up. Eddie glanced down at his torso and quickly pulled down the Hellfire shirt, which looked like it was made for somebody roughly half his size. 

"Dude, I told you. Wayne is out of town for the week. I tried washing it, but I think I fucked up. Didn't notice until I put it on. I couldn't be late again, so I'll have to make do." Eddie chuckled and took a seat next to Gareth. 

You'd noticed Eddie, sure. He was handsome. Everybody and their grandma could see that. But never before today had you dared let your mind wander there. The thought had popped up a few times, but you'd religiously forced it away. He was one of your best friends, for fuck's sake. 

The conversation continued, but your mind couldn't focus on anything besides the glimpse of skin you'd caught before Eddie sat down. Your mind was reeling with possibilities of what the rest of him could look like. 

Why were you acting as if you'd never seen a guy without his shirt? Hadn't you gone swimming with the bunch of them just a few summers back? God, get your mind out of the gutter. 

Eddie caught your distracted gaze and raised his eyebrows in question. "You good?" he mumbled. "Yeah!" Your voice was higher than you'd intended. You let out a quick cough to salvage it. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you?" You cringed at how flustered he'd been able to make you without trying or knowing.

"Never better." Eddie winked. The bell rang, emptying the cafeteria. Eddie grabbed his bag (or whatever was left of it since junior year) and raised from the bench. You averted your eyes, trying to prevent another damned look towards the shortened hemline.

You rushed to class, making sure Eddie and Jeff were following behind. You took your regular seat near the back and sat down with a loud sigh. Your deskmate was skipping once again. 

The teacher started taking attendance but your attention was gone in an instant. You let your gaze fall back on Eddie. He was leaning forward, his head resting on his crossed arms, shirt riding up his back. He was sitting at the perfect watching angle; diagonally in front of you.  

There were dimples in his lower back. You were discovering things about yourself today, because shit, you definitely liked that. A tattoo threatened to poke out from under his waistband, trailing from his hips to his waist. That too piqued your interest. It must've been a recent addition. 

Whatever Jeff was whispering made Eddie snigger, which made his shoulders shake. He leaned back against the chair and stretched his arms above his head, yawning audibly. You were done for. The shirt raised to his waist, revealing the rest of the tattoo. Your legs crossed of their own admission when his hands rested behind his head lazily, pushing out his chest. 

Your fixation was cut short when a set of fingers snapped right in front of your face. "Should Mr Munson get up here? Maybe then you'll concentrate. It's me you should be watching, not your silly little high-school crush. Pay attention." Your jaw dropped at the teacher's insinuation before turning to look at Eddie. 

Eddie wore a confused smile, offering you a questioning expression. You shrugged, but your face reddened. You'd been caught and called out. 

It wasn't even a crush. The teacher made it way bigger of a deal than it was. The minuscule Hellfire shirt just brought out Eddie's best features. Was it not ingrained in humans to observe? 

You tried your best to pay attention to anyone, anything but Eddie for the rest of class. Emphasis on tried. You could see Eddie sneaking glimpses at you occasionally in your peripheral, but you refused to acknowledge his existence. Your eyes met Jeff's a couple of times, who was just as confused by the situation as Eddie. 

Luckily you had no more classes with the object of today's desires for the rest of the day. You wanted to jam your fingers between the door of your locker, just to feel something besides desire for one of your friends.  

When changing out of your gym uniform, an image of Eddie taking the shorts off you managed to creep inside your head. You shivered when you envisioned his ring-clad hands sliding down your thighs. You panicked when you realized you'd been staring into your locker with your shorts in hand a tad too long. 

Why did the thought of Eddie's hands have the ability to make you freeze on the spot? Why did you keep pulling up the vision of his shirt riding up and revealing the trail of hair adorning his abdomen? 

The mental questions continued as you packed up and strolled to the parking lot. You tossed your bags in the back of your car and buckled yourself in before taking a moment to breathe and rest your head between your hands on the steering wheel. 

You shrieked as someone opened the passenger door. "Damn it, Jeff! You can't just get in my car! Fuck!" You smacked the steering wheel as you tried to soothe your racing heart. 

"We agreed yesterday you'd drive me to Eddie's so we could jam!" Jeff yelled back in the same tone you'd given him. He dropped his guitar case on the back seat and buckled his seatbelt. You paused and remembered yesterday during lunch when you'd indeed promised Jeff a ride to Eddie's. You liked watching the band practice and create music, so it wasn't hard to agree on. You apologized quickly and noticed Eddie getting into his van across the lot.

"Don't worry about me! I'm worried about you. What happened between the two of you? He's not telling me anything." Jeff pressed as he motioned to Eddie. He elaborated when you were obviously confused. "You know, the whole thing in Geometry?" 

You'd kind of hoped that the incident had been long forgotten, but evidently, it hadn't. "I was just spacing out in Eddie's general direction. You know how teachers like to exaggerate." You turned on the engine when you saw Eddie drive off, trailing behind him. 

"You were definitely staring, to be fair. But hey! Eddie's a good-looking fellow. And he kind of has a thing for you, so I just assumed." Jeff shrugged. A thing? For you? Since when? 

The rest of the drive to the trailer park was quiet. You let Jeff's comment simmer on a small stove in the back of your mind. Now was not the time to let it boil. You parked beside Eddie and let yourself in. A light drizzle formed, threatening to fall down from the sky. 

"Hey! We're here!" Jeff shouted. You made yourself comfortable on the couch, knowing you were welcome to do so. You'd been in Eddie's trailer plenty of times. But somehow, this time felt different.

"I'll be right there!" Eddie shouted from his bedroom. You got up to go pour some drinks for yourself and the boys. "You want anything, Jeff?" He let you know he 'just wanted some water, thanks.'

"Eddie?" You called. "Yes, dear?" Sounded from right behind you as a hand found the small of your back. You whipped your face around, only for Eddie's to be mere inches from it. "Jesus..." You whispered as you put a hand over your heart. "Still just me, darling." Eddie winked as he reached for a bottle of lighter fluid in the cupboard above your head. 

You closed your eyes and held your breath as his chest brushed against you. "Sorry." His strained voice came from above you as he tried to reach for the bottle. You turned around in an attempt to shimmy away, heart beating out of your chest. Big mistake. His shirt had ridden up to just above his waist which now filled the entirety of your vision. You were caged between the counter and Eddie. The choked cry that came out of you was too sudden to be repressed. 

His arms shot down, eyes wide. "You okay? Did I step on your toe?" You shook your head no, with your lips pressed together, not daring to make another noise. Your expression was one of complete horror as you walked back to the couch and handed Jeff his water. 

"You drink it. I think you need it more than me." You realized Jeff was probably in the most awkward situation of his life after admitting Eddie apparently had a 'thing' for you. He got up without a word and grabbed his unopened guitar case. You pulled his arm with a pleading look. Please don't go. He just wiggled his eyebrows and turned to Eddie. "Bro, I just remembered I promised my mom I'd pick up my sister. I'm so sorry. See you tomorrow at Hellfire!" 

And with the thud of the door slamming close, you were alone with Eddie. 

"Did that not sound like a shit excuse to you?" Eddie laughed when he finally retreated from the kitchen. You nodded and laughed sheepishly. You felt all your muscles tighten under his gaze.

"So, you have a silly high-school crush on me, hmm?" Eddie chuckled when he sat down next to you. You couldn't help but smile. Of course, he wouldn't beat around the bush. "Yeah, apparently I do." The sound of the rain increasing outside caught your attention. Hopefully, Jeff had come home in time. 

You turned to look at Eddie as he leaned back on the couch. His stupid shirt rode up again, and your eyes betrayed you, begging for another look at his abdomen. They darted back to his, but a smirk had already formed on his face. You crossed your legs and tried to conceal the way your breath was quicking, but there was no use.

"I think I'm starting to like my new look. You?" He raised his hands to gesture to his torso. He spread his legs as he took a long drag of his cigarette. Your mouth gaped as you openly goggled. "Uh, yeah. Looks, uh, good. Looks good. Great. What the fuck." You stammered. You placed your hands over your eyes and let yourself sink into the couch. You gave up. 

"Looks great, huh?" He blew a cloud of smoke up at the ceiling. "You fucking know it does, Eddie." You moaned, giving him a death glare. "I know, I know... How could I not? You've been fucking drooling all day. Quite the confidence booster, I must say." His cigarette-free hand found its way onto your thigh confidently. 

"Jeff claims you have a 'thing' for me." Your fingers raised in a weak attempt at air quotes, but you found your brain preferred itself to function over all other bodily functions. Eddie choked a laugh as he'd just gone for another drag of his cigarette. "Jeff would be correct." 

He took a drag and leaned closer, the hand on your thigh inching higher. "Been drooling over you a lot longer than today, sweetheart." His voice was hoarse, clouded with smoke that entered your nostrils as he spoke. 

"Eddie..." You whispered, head leaning to the side. You weren't even sure what you were asking him to do. His lips made their way to your neck, leaving a trail of pecks until he reached the spot directly beneath your ear. "Give me the word." His breath made you shiver. 

"Give me the word, and I'll fucking ruin you, baby." 

Your mind flashed back to earlier today. You knew you'd been lying to yourself about your attraction to Eddie for some time, but did you really want to risk it? Was this not just you being touch-starved and desperate? Desperate for Eddie. 

"Please." Your mind was made up. It was only a breath, but he'd heard you loud and clear like the thunder roaring outside. 

Eddie didn't waste a second as he put out his cigarette hastily. He grabbed both your thighs and slid you onto your back effortlessly. His hands found your hips as you placed yours on his chest. "Last chance to back out, angel." 

"I want you to wreck me, Eddie."

"Fuck, alright." He muttered under his breath before finally placing his lips on yours. He took all the air from your lungs with desperation. His hands made quick work of your clothes. Everything but your panties. 

He was about to reach down and take off his shirt, but you stopped him. "Not yet. I wanna do it. Wanted to rip that ridiculous shirt off you all day." You confessed when you pulled him back down for more kisses. He laughed against your lips. "If I knew all it took was to rile you up was showing a little skin, I would've been labelled the town skank, not the freak. Maybe both, if we're being honest." 

You giggled and took hold of the necklace dangling in front of your face. You flipped the plectrum over and noticed something you'd never noticed before; it was engraved. "It's my mom's initials." He mumbled against your neck. "But, no time to get sappy right now." He ground his hips against yours, and your mind blanked.

You felt Eddie groan against your throat, his hips unable to stop seeking friction. His hands made their way up your chest, testing the water. He glanced up at you to ask permission, and you nodded. "I need your words if we're gonna do this, baby." He kissed your lips and awaited your answer. "Touch me." He gave you a harsh gaze. "Please, Eddie."

"Good girl, so eager for me." He pinched your nipple. Your reaction was instant, whining for him to continue. You pressed your hips up, trying to return to the rhythm Eddie had set before. A wicked laugh escaped him as he tutted. "You're so fucking desperate. It's adorable, really." 

You wanted to object, but you couldn't deny the obvious truth. You were so desperate for him, it was pathetic. Eddie did something to you you couldn't even begin to comprehend. Your chest was tight with anticipation, awaiting his next move. 

When he didn't seem to be taking any action, you went to put your hands on his abdomen. You'd been fixated on it throughout the day, after all. Eddie gave your hands a disciplinary smack and grabbed your wrists, placing them against the armrest of the couch. 

"If you want me to continue, these are gonna have to stay right there. We're doing this my way, sweetheart. They move, I stop." His teeth nibbled at your earlobe teasingly. You wanted nothing more than to roam your hands all over him. You didn't know which was worse, not being able to touch, or Eddie stopping whatever he wanted to do. 

You felt his tongue lick from under your earlobe to your nipple, taking it between his teeth. Your hips stuttered, pushing against Eddie in the best way. His hand crept down to the hem of your panties, toying with it. You were no longer in control of the noises escaping you, whines blending in with the sound of thunder. "Please, Eddie." Your eyes were squeezed shut and your eyebrows furrowed, frustrated at his deathly slow phase. 

The smile on his face was taunting, almost sinister. He didn't answer your plead. His mouth switched its attention from one nipple to the other. He was leaning on one hand while the other was touching you everywhere except where you wanted. 

When his fingers finally breached the barrier of your underwear, you sighed from the deepest part of your chest. At this point, you were breathing Eddie. He was all you felt. All you wanted to feel. You wanted him to devour you whole.  

"Been wanting to feel this pussy since fucking forever. You feel incredible, baby. Can't wait to bury my cock inside you. Gonna fuck you till you cry." Eddie was rambling thoughtlessly as his fingers stroked between your folds with the softest touch he could manage. He was torturing you, going as slow as his body would allow.

The now infamous Hellfire shirt caught your attention when Eddie's hands held the hem. You whimpered, your hands reaching forward to help him take it off. He stopped in his tracks, raising his eyebrows pointedly at your hands. You almost felt like crying and put your hands back against the armrest, frustration raging through your blood and straight to your nethers. 

He finally seemed to be undertaking real action, gradually sliding your underwear down your legs. Your lungs searched for air when he pushed your legs open achingly slow, glancing up at you with an ominous smile. 

He bent down and licked a strip from your knee to your inner thigh. "Keep those pretty legs spread for me, baby. No hands or I'll stop." If you'd known Eddie was gonna be such a tease, you might've reconsidered your actions. Patience might be a virtue, but it was definitely not one of your talents. His pace was tormenting you, and he was enjoying it to the fullest. 

The moan that left your mouth when his mouth finally made contact with your clit was primal at best. Your hands shot forward to grab his hair, a reflex, but all movement stopped. "Please, Eddie. Please. Fuck." 

He'd barely even touched you and he had you writhing, precisely how he wanted you; desperate and begging. Your voice was already so hoarse and fucked out. Eddie smirked to himself when he thought about how you'd sound when he was eventually finished with you. 

Your hands were once against pushed above your head and Eddie went right back to it, circling your clit with his tongue. Your head snapped back against the couch. You had to focus to keep your hands where Eddie demanded, as you didn't know if you'd survive him stopping again, even for just a second. 

You couldn't see what he was doing when you felt him shuffle, still mouthing at your cunt. You heard a clatter of light metal and quickly realized he'd taken off his rings. Your thighs instinctively pressed together when you finally felt his finger at your entrance. 

"You're fucking soaking for me, aren't you, darling? Want it so bad." He murmured when his mouth made its way back up your torso. You gasped when he pushed two fingers inside with ease. "You act so innocent, but you're filthy, huh? So desperate for cock. God, look at you. So good for me. If it weren't for the thunder, the whole park would've heard you by now, baby. Begging me to make you cum." His fingers sped up and curled in the absolute best spot. The pitch of your whines got higher and higher with every push of his fingers. 

"Cum for me." He whispered in your ear as he resorted to ravaging your clit. You couldn't breathe. Your legs trembled as you felt a familiar tightening in your gut. The entire room felt like it was spinning when you came on Eddie's fingers. His teeth latched onto your neck, sucking violently. How you were gonna explain the state of it in the morning was a worry for later. 

Your chest heaved, but Eddie was no better off. He was panting, jeans now so tight they must be cutting off his circulation. It was only now you'd realized one of his hands had resorted to pinning yours above your head. He was spread out on top of you, breath laboured. He was as much of a mess as you were. 

When your eyes finally met, your cheeks had the audacity to hog all the blood in your body. Were you getting flustered after this man had given you the best, most intense orgasm and was still positioned between your legs? The sheen in his eyes was one you didn't recognize. Greed. Hunger, maybe. 

When he freed your wrists, he looked lost in thought. You experimentally put your hands out to see if he would do anything about it. He didn't. Your hands were franticly trying to grasp him. You finally got them on the hem of his top and tugged at it greedily. When your fingers grazed the exquisite hair on his stomach, both of you shuddered. Your mouth had almost watered at the sight earlier today, and you were finally getting what you wanted. 

He raised his arms. You pulled the bane of your fucking existence off him and tossed it out of sight. You hooked your fingers into his waistband and pulled him in for a kiss, palming him through his jeans. "I need to- I need. I want you, now." Your mind was a jumbled mess as you tried to make clear what you wanted. 

Eddie laughed cynically. "You're such a needy little slut." He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear endearingly. "Can't even talk anymore, can you?" 

He allowed you to ignore his comments and reach for his belt. Your fingers struggled to unbuckle it, trembling in anticipation and shock after your orgasm. You couldn't help but lean down and lick the strip coming from his waistband. Eddie's eyes rolled back when he felt your mouth exploring. Your eyes fell upon the tattoo you'd spotted earlier in class. The perfect route to follow with your tongue. 

You gazed up at Eddie while you licked gruellingly slow from his waist to his navel. His nostrils were flared, and his knuckles white. You pushed his jeans down and he stepped out of them, only leaving his boxers. You resorted to leaving innocent pecks, following yet another perfect road down to his pelvis. 

You held his balls through his underwear, nosing at his length through the fabric teasingly. His fingers wove themselves in your hair, perhaps holding on a tad too tight. Your mouth ghosted over the head. A groan finally left his mouth when he could feel your hot breath through the fabric. You'd been internally begging to hear him. How he'd had the self-control to remain quiet until now had your mind reeling. 

His grip on your hair tightened, and you received the message loud and clear. "What happened to patience, hmm?" You mumbled against his clothed cock with an inebriated laugh. You fondled a bit more, but suddenly, he yanked. A shriek left you as you gasped and looked up at him with a slacked jaw. You let out a pathetic whine. 

"Don't be a brat. You'd do well to remember who's in control here, sweetheart." You'd never seen Eddie this serious, face void of any legible emotion. A knot brewed in your stomach. It almost scared you, almost, but it turned you on to an extent you weren't willing to divulge. 

You'd caught glimpses of this side of Eddie. You'd assumed it was part of his act as Dungeon Master, ruthlessly slaughtering his friends. But it was becoming obvious it wasn't an act. It was a part of Eddie that was sadistic. A part that enjoyed the control he had over the game and his friends' emotions. 

Your face was back to being practically buried in his underwear. Your cheeks flushed when you noticed Eddie's proud stare... You were fucking drooling, literally. You moved to remove the last piece of clothing, but it looked like he had other plans. You were on your feet and inside Eddie's room in a flash. 

Eddie pulled his boxers down after harshly pushing you onto his mattress. There was no time to process his actions when he pushed you backwards, covering your body with his own. You saw his hand shake as he reached for his bedside table. Condom? "I'm clean." You breathed. "I know, baby," was all he replied. 

It wasn't a condom he'd reached for. Handcuffs. Of course, Eddie kept handcuffs in his bedroom. You heard them rattle with the shaking of his hands. Was he nervous? Or was he just as desperate to get inside you as you were? He took your hand and cuffed only one hand to the headboard. "You're gonna smack that pretty pussy of yours while I fuck you." He quipped with a wink when he caught your bewilderment. 

He pinned your hips to the bed when you wouldn't stop squirming. He took a deep breath before lining himself up with your entrance, grunting when he eased his way in. He offered a few testing thrusts before setting a comfortable pace, deep and swift. "What are you waiting for, slut. Slap your cunt for me." 

Your actions were hesitant, but Eddie took your free hand in his own and brought it down on your clit with full force. You cried out at the contact and tried to grab ahold of something to steady yourself, but Eddie held your wrist and used it as leverage to push himself deeper, faster. You felt your chest bounce ludicrously. Eddie revelled in the sight. He leaned close and placed a kiss between them before looking you dead in the eyes. 

"Smack or I stop, brat. And something tells me you wouldn't want me to stop." Another slap from Eddie's hand was delivered to the sensitive bud. You tried to match the rhythm but couldn't control the movements your body made to get you to stop. The smacks were weak, nothing like the ones Eddie delivered, but he seemed content when frustrated tears formed in your eyes. 

"You're gonna cry already? That's cute." Eddie grunted. The smacks you gave yourself relented, but he seemed satisfied you'd become a teary-eyed, mumbly, whiny mess. He let you recover, thrusting agonizingly slow. 

Just when your breathing slowed and your eyes glossed over, he combined a brutal movement of his dick with ruthless fingers against your clit. "Cum on my cock. I know you can do it." He delivered a blow with his free hand to your thigh. 

Tears rolled down your face as you screamed his name. You saw white as he continued pounding and stroking. You tried to pull yourself up with the hand tied to the headboard. "S' too much," you cried, tears wetting Eddie's pillow. 

"You can take it, baby. C'mon, one more, for me?" He cooed at your whines. You could see he was close. "You look so good when you cry for me. Gonna make me cum, baby. Wanna fill you up so bad." He was rambling, closing in on his release. He bent forward and took your nipple between his teeth, pinching the other with his free hand. The strokes on your clit made you twitch, but your third orgasm was nearing. 

Your body convulsed, tightening around Eddie, whose hips stuttered and came to a halt as he filled you with his cum. You felt like jelly, uncertain how you'd ever find the ability to walk again. A lasting tingle resonated from your fingertips to your toes. 

Eddie eventually pulled out when his laboured breathing had settled. He took a smug look at his cum leaking out of you before plopping down next to you and pulling you into him. 

You lay in comfortable silence for a minute before Eddie broke it. "So... how're we doing with the silly high-school crush?" 

"You're fucking unbelievable, Munson." 

"I sure do hope the fucking was unbelievable, seeing you came thrice." A pillow made contact with his face, your free hand being the culprit. "Can you uncuff me, you vain bastard?" He chuckled and nodded, turning to his bedside table to rummage for the key. He expertly unlocked the handcuffs in a swift movement. 

You rubbed your sore wrist and scanned the floor for something to clean yourself with. Your eyes fell on the tiny Hellfire shirt. 

"Remind your uncle to never let you do laundry again." You grumbled as you picked it up and wiped yourself down to the best of your ability. 

"Oh, you still think it was an accident?" 

...

...

"What?" 

[unreliablesnake]

Can you handle it? (König x medic!reader)

Summary: König is afraid he would hurt you because of his size. But it's not that easy to scare you.

Warnings: afab!reader, vaginal sex, handjob, oral (f receiving). MINORS DNI!!!

Note: This is short. And filth. I'm sorry not sorry. This is something I wrote instead of working.

Every single time you talked to König for longer than three minutes, you felt your neck ache from constantly looking up at him. So whenever he decided to sit down, his knees usually pressing against yours if you pulled a chair in front of him, you silently thanked him for being considerate.

The flirting went back and forth since day one, and you were getting tired of doing it without anything happening between you.

The frustration became worse when you found yourself pressed against a wall by him, his hands discovering your body, slowly moving up to your neck so he could gently wrap his big hand around it. You thought this was it, he would finally make a move, but in the end he let you go, said sorry, then simply left you there.

He avoided you after this. You tried to talk to him, but he either kept his words to the bare minimum or decided not to say anything at all.

So one day when you managed to corner him in the sick bay, you poked his chest with a finger to make him sit down. At first he gave you a curious look, acting like he didn't know what you wanted, but seeing the angry glint in your eyes made him do as you wished.

You sat in his lap, arms around his neck and legs pressed against his sides to keep him there. "Why are you doing this to me?" you asked quietly. "Every time you give me hope that you really want something from me, you end up leaving me behind."

Long seconds passed in agonizing silence, but then he grabbed your hips and began to stroke your skin through your scrubs. "I don't want to hurt you," he finally told you.

"Why would you hurt me?" you asked breathlessly, having trouble thinking straight with feeling his bulge being pressed against your sex through your clothes.

"Because of my size," König replied quietly, his eyes fixed on you.

You don't know when, but at one point he began to move your body back and forth, the friction probably pleasing him just as much as it pleasured you. You bit back a moan, your brain beginning to shut down completely as his cock grew harder under you.

Pulling the veil away just enough to gain access to his neck, you began to place kisses on his skin. "You think you would break me?" You felt him nod. "I'll take the risk, don't worry. Let's see if you can keep your strength under control."

You heard a groan escape his throat as he put a hand firmly on the back of your neck, keeping you there until he probably considered your suggestion. He smelled like gunpowder, a scent you were used to by now, but it still intoxicated you somehow, clouding your mind completely.

Suddenly he began to laugh. "Oh, it's not my strength that I'm afraid of," he whispered into your ear seductively.

Gulping, you leaned back to look him in the eye. Oh, fuck. You could tell that by the size of the bulge on his pants, but hearing him confirm it made it strangely real, almost threatening. Did he speak from experience? Did his previous partners have an issue with that?

Before you could gather your thoughts enough to speak, he lifted you off his lap and stood up. You gave him a questioning look, to which he replied by unbuckling his belt in silence, watching you intently as he began to get out of his pants. With a happy smile, you took off your scrubs, getting rid of them just in time to see him slowly push down his pants and boxers.

You had been right, his cock was long and thick and you could now understand why he was a little timid about it. Without thinking much, you reached out to wrap your thin fingers around it near its hilt before beginning to stroke his member, at first carefully checking how sensitive he was to your touch.

His eyes closed and he threw his head back as you sped up, lubing his cock with his pre-cum. His breathing became ragged, deep grunts breaking the silence of the room as he got close to reaching his high. As you watched him, you couldn't help but think about letting go of him, just until you got on your knees to try and fit him in your mouth.

"Don't even think about it," he warned you breathlessly.

How in the hell did he know what you were thinking about? "Why?" you asked, your fingers tightening around his member.

König looked down at you for a few moments without saying anything, then he pushed your hand away and grabbed your hips to turn you around and bend you over the examination table. You turned around to look back at him, but he put his palm on the back of your head and pushed it down into the table.

"But you haven't--"

"I know," he cut you off.

"You love edging yourself?"

He hummed in agreement, and you could feel his throbbing cock press against your back as his hand brushed over your folds. "You're wet enough, but I'll have to warm you up," he told you then let a thick finger slip inside you.

He began pumping his finger, soon joined by another that began to stretch you nicely due to their size. He pushed inside you until his knuckles, fingers curling and massaging your velvety insides, hitting just the right spots. You squirmed under his hold, having trouble standing on your feet as you chased your high.

Your legs began to shake, the heat pooling in your core as you got close to the edge, losing your damn mind when he inserted a third finger inside. "Yes, that's it," you whined.

"Cum on my hands, sweetheart," he told you as he leaned down to be closer to you. He didn't have to ask twice. You clenched around his fingers and soon you felt your hot cum dripping down the insides of your thighs, your head in the clouds so high you almost missed the sound of him sucking his fingers clean. "You're delicious," he noted, bringing you back to reality.

Then you heard a ripping sound, and you realized he was working on pulling a condom on his member. At least he was careful, although you wondered if he always walked around with one in his pocket.

The tip of his cock was pressed to your entrance, at first just testing if it would even fit. Holding you by your stomach, he kept thrusting in and out, going deeper each time, letting out a satisfied groan when you began to whimper and whine from him filling you so nicely.

And god, did it feel good.

Once he hit the right spot, the tip reaching your cervix by now, you began to pant heavily, feeling numb and dumb, unable to think straight anymore. He was beginning to get a little rough with you, groaning deeply with each and every thrust, too lost in the sensation to realize you were gone by now.

You were lost in subspace, barely feeling anything anymore.

He said something, a sentence you couldn't understand, but when he grabbed your chin to make you look at him, demanding an answer, you only managed to whisper, "Please."

König suddenly pulled out, taking off the condom before beginning to stroke himself, pumping his cock until he covered your back with his cum.

But it wasn't enough, you weren't done, and he knew that. So the next thing you knew, he was kneeling behind you, big hands spreading you so his lips could reach your folds. His tongue expertly moved inside you, guiding you towards another orgasm without hesitation.

"Feeling good?" he asked you as he pulled you up by your stomach, pressing your back against his chest. You weakly nodded, the back of your head leaned against him as you looked up. "Did it hurt?" You shook your head, unable to speak just yet. "Good."

[simhrt]

just watched jungwon’s new tiktok which was filmed in pd nim’s house in LA and can I just say that the pool there gave me so many ideas..like bro, he’s tired as fuck after his concert and all he needs is you and him relaxing in the pool. the rest of the guys go straight to bed and since it’s just you and him, both of you enter the pool completely naked. the water is just the right amount of warm and the weather is perfect. the lights on the edges of the pool made the environment ten times hotter than it already was. he was talking to you about his concert and send offs. “the guys cursed so much today.” he said as he tilted his head to the side. “yeah, i saw that. i also saw you making cheek hearts with girls.” you said as you frowned playfully. he chuckled as he pulled you closer to him. “they’re my fans baby, of course they deserve those hearts.”

you swam away from him. “oh really yang jungwon? what do i deserve then?” you said as you faked an angry expression while very clearly trying to bite back a smirk. he swam towards you but failed to catch you as you jumped away from him, creating a big splash, the sound of it mixing with your laughter. he went underwater and tried to chase you. you were swimming away from him but he kept coming towards you, until your back hit the edge. he got up and flipped his hair back. the sight of his toned abs, his wet hair and his entire body dripping with water made you bite your lips.

he moved closer to you, his wet lips near yours, almost touching. “i’ll show you what you deserve, baby.” with that, he smashed his lips onto yours, his tongue entering your mouth immediately. the kiss was wet and full of hunger. you grabbed his hair and pulled him closer to you while his hands travelled all over your body. “jungwon..what if..someone sees..” you tried to form words in between the kisses. he pulled back, his boba eyes filling with lust as he gave you a smirk before wrapping both of your legs around his waist, earning a gasp from you. “let them see then.”

before you could say something, you felt his hard dick entering your hole, stretching you out completely. he threw his head onto your shoulders as you threw yours back. “fuck..you’re so tight..” he said as he chuckled softly before moving his hips at a steady pace. you held onto his shoulders, almost piercing them with your nails. he increased his pace as he maintained eye contact with you, smirking at your expressions. “you like the way I fuck you, huh?” he said as he bit your lower lip, making you groan in pleasure. “just shut up and go faster.” you replied as your hands made their way to his nipples, flicking them at a fast pace, earning moans from him, making his legs tremble.

he pulled out, followed by him raising an eyebrow, making you moan in annoyance. “try being a little nicer, will you?” you scoffed and reached your hand down to his dick, squeezing it before rubbing it at a fast pace. he struggled to stand still in the water. he grabbed your shoulders and moaned loudly. “fuck..oh god..i’m gonna come..”

you took your hand off of his dick and smiled in the most innocent way possible. “sorry love, i’m not nice.” he put your legs around his waist again as he rammed into you. “yeah? how about I fuck you like it then?” his words made your clit throb. he held your waist as he pushed you up and down on his dick. your moans along with his were incredibly loud. the fear of someone catching you guys turned you on even more. “jungwon fuck..fuck oh my..god..fuck..”

his dick twitched inside you repeatedly. your walls felt so good around him as they made him moan with every thrust. he put his tongue inside your mouth once again, sucking on yours to add more to your pleasure. “gonna..come..fuck..” he struggled to form words as he kept ramming into you.

with a few final thrusts, he held you down on his dick as he shot his warm seeds into you, making your eyes roll back along with his own. your head fell onto his wide shoulder blades as you drooled a little on it while both of you struggled to catch your breath. he pulled out of you and gave you a sloppy kiss. “you’re so fucking hot, you know that?” you said as you ruffled his wet hair. “i think i-”

he was interrupted by the sound of a utensil falling on the floor. both of you turned your attention to the direction from which the sound came. a very wide-eyed heeseung stood there with a pint of ice cream in his hands and a spoon near his feet. jungwon quickly stood in front of you to cover your bare chest as heeseung quickly bent down to pick up his spoon. “uh how long have you been..you know..” you asked him, unable to complete your sentence. he nodded his head as he looked at his spoon. “i just got here, don’t worry..” you and jungwon sighed in relief. heeseung turned around to leave, but stood still. he looked at you with a smirk. “although..y/n..sometimes..being nice has its own benefits.”

[stardewstardropthoughts]

I’m a guy but I’m literally just so short (5’2”) so how would the bachelors react to having an S/O that’s way shorter than them? 👀

Someone else also asked for this but with size kinks so I’m putting them both under this ask, I hope that’s okay! I kept this gender neutral for everyone’s enjoyment, I feel ya being short lol I’m only 5’0 lol also I googled the bachelors heights lol so please feel free to argue about their heights since I’m sure there’s so many head canons for their heights out there

As always smut under the cut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 😌

The bachelors with a shorter S/O

Harvey:

He’s about 6’2

This is a tall man, he loves that your shorter then him but he’d still love you if you were taller too

Though he has to say that it is adorable Watching you try and scale the counters to avoid asking him to reach something

With that being said 👀👀👀

Counter sex has happened on more then one occasion

You’ll be kneeling on the counter in just one of his long shirts, no underwear

You were just trying to reach a mug for coffee because he keeps everything on tall shelves like a bastard

Next thing you know there’s a hand wrapped around your waist and he’s pressing wet kisses up the side of your neck while his other hand cops a feel of your ass

“How many times do I have to ask you to not climb these love, I can grab the mug”

Bends you over the counter first to have his way with you since you got him all hot and bothered

“Naughty little pet just trying to rile me up hmm?”

He’s got one hand loosely threaded him your hair with your head pulled near his mouth so he can pant in your ear while he fucks you

He gets your mug after and makes you a coffee while you sit at the table

Elliott:

He’s about 6’1

He also loves the height advantage he has on you both in bed and out of bed

Loves to have you sat on his lap cock warming him while he writes

Your feet don’t touch the floor when your on his lap facing him while he sits on his chair

His cock is filling you and you want to move or grind down on him or do anything for a bit of friction but your feet don’t reach the ground

Chuckles lightly at your antics

“Now my love, be patient hmm? You’ll get sorted soon enough I promise”

He intends to make good on that promise because once he’s done his writing for the day he’s got you on your knees bouncing on his cock while he thrusts up into you, lovingly stroking your hair back while you whine about how good it feels

“Shhhh shhhh there you go love, I know”

Loves watching you fall apart around him

Alex:

He’s about 6’0

He likes that he’s taller then you, not in so much of a kinky way but more so because you can ask him to reach the top shelves for you

That’s not to say that he doesn’t like how much shorter then him you are in bed as well though

You fit against his body perfectly and he loves that

Loves the view he gets when your underneath him while he fucks you, body laid out perfectly before him

“Look at you baby, look so perfect all spread out for me”

Also loves that his hands are bigger then yours

Very perfect for holding and kissing

Shane:

He’s about 5’7

Doesn’t matter if your even just an inch shorter then him he loves it

Makes him feel like he can protect you, also uses it to his full advantage in bed

Pins you down underneath him one hill of his hands pinning your wrists above your head, other hand gently wrapped around your throat applying the slightest amount of pressure to the sides

“Look at you sweetheart, so small underneath me, gonna let me take good care of you, yeah?”

And he definitely will take excellent care of you

Lots of hickeys, maybe a few bruises from how tight his grip on your hips is while he slams his cock inside you at a quick pace

“Fuck, take me so fucking well shit”

Loves engulfing you in cuddles after, your shorter body fitting perfectly against his while spooning

Sebastian:

He’s about 5’8

He does also like that your shorter then him, he likes to tease you about it

Listen, argue with me if you wanna hear but this man and primal play? Yes

Your smaller then him which makes it much more entertaining to chase you like prey through the woods on your farm

When he catches you he pins your hands above your head slotting his hips between your thighs and grinding his hips against yours

“Looks like the little bunny couldn’t outrun the big bad wolf, poor little one don’t worry I’ll be nice”

Has you bent over a log while he pistons his cock in and out of your tight hole at a harsh pace, one hand playing with your nipples while the other hand has a firm grasp on your hips pulling you back to meet his thrusts

Your arms are secured behind your back by his belt so you can’t squirm away

“Fuck bunny, feel so fucking good around my cock like this”

Sam:

He’s about 5’11

Fully the type of person to use you as an arm rest no matter how much shorter you may be then him, he thinks it’s very entertaining

If he’s domming that night he thinks it’s so hot that your shorter then him, loves watching you squirm around underneath him while he has you pinned down

The way your wrists fit perfectly in his hands , unable to wriggle out of his grasp

His thrusts unrelenting while you gasp and moan beneath him

“Oh I know doll, feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Look at you so fucking tiny beneath me, I could destroy you”

If he’s subbing that night?

Loves how someone so small could hold so much power over him

You’ve got his hands cuffed behind his back while your edging him for the fifth time that night

“Shit baby please lemme cum”

You ponder your options for a moment “hmmm I don’t know, you were being pretty bratty earlier”

He’s got tears in his eyes from the overstimulating feeling of your hands resuming their torment on his cock

“Fuck baby baby please I’m so close please lemme cum fuck”

He’s slurring his words ever so slightly as you speed up your movements and he cums all over your hand panting roughly into the air

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Privacy

Summary: Your highly powerful father hired Six to guard you at your home while he was out of the country. Six doesn’t speak much but that doesn’t mean he’ll give you privacy. All you want is to release some pint up energy due to being locked up in your residence.

Warnings: afab reader, masturbation, vibrator, getting caught, age gap, cursing, pervert!six, oral (fem receiving), jerking off, praise, talking you through it

Six has lived with me for some time. He was hired by my father to protect me at all costs while he was out of the country. By what I’ve been told, he’s the best in his agency and he will do anything to protect the thing he’s guarding.

The only downside to this is that I cant leave the house. At first, it was no big deal and it was even relaxing in a way. But after a few weeks I was starting to get restless. I needed to do something, anything that involved social interaction. Six wasn’t much help with that whatsoever.

I’ve convinced Six to join me in everyday tasks, like eating breakfast or even watching a movie. He’ll speak only few words if necessary. Which doesn’t stop me from rambling, venting out all my problems while he’ll sit and listen.

On this particular day, the house was quiet. It was one of those days where me and him kept our distance. I stayed curled up in my bed, the boredom becoming stronger. I could sense he was near, doing some rounds around the house and guarding every possible entry way.

The boredom let my mind wonder, I started to think more about Six. The lingering moments we would have at night, him eyeing me as I got a midnight snack in my skimpy pajamas. Or brushing against him as I walked past to return to bed. I desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. His facial expressions gave away nothing and I was at a complete loss.

I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together, thinking about what it would be like for his big hands to touch me all over. I thought about the vibrator I purchased before this whole ordeal. I felt embarrassed, to get myself off while he was just outside my room, protecting me.

I crawled out of bed and went to my dresser, opening the top drawer and digging for the hidden toy. Eager, I jumped right back into bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. I set the toy to low, putting it over my silk shorts. I hummed quietly, moving my hips against the vibration of the toy. I turned it up, I wasn’t use to the intensity of the vibration. I got lost in the moment, not thinking about my surroundings.

Not until I heard the floor creak. I jumped at the sound, at the door stood Six.

“Get out!” I squeal, putting the toy behind me.

He tilted his head, amused by my behavior.

“Didn’t you hear me? Leave!” I huff, putting my head in my hands.

He shook his head, “hm hm”, he closed the door.

“What’re you doing?” I asked curiously, watching his figure move over to the bed.

“Give it.” He Held his hand out, indicating he wanted the vibrator.

My face turned pink out of embarrassment, I did what he asked. I could barely look at him.

Six put the toy at his side, guarding it. He put a hand on my knee, “come ‘ere.” His hands grabbed both of my knees, pulling me closer. “Six-“ he interrupted me, “you wanna show me something?”

“Show what?” I pouted, unamused by the mocking.

“Show me how you fuck yourself” he hummed, his voice low and sweet with a hint of condescension. He watched my expression, “don’t get embarrassed now.”

“But I cant.” I shake my head, “not allowed to.”

He turned the toy on, putting it against my clothed clit. I gasped, “don’t-“

“Gotta keep it a secret ok? Just between you and me” his breath hitched, fixated on what he was doing.

I think for a moment, what harm could it be? “Okay…” I nod, “want you to play with me.”

“Fuck-“ he let out a low groan, “wanna see how wet this is making you hun, let’s get these off.” Six pulled my bottoms off, his eyes never leaving my body.

He disregarded the toy for a moment, going down to my pussy. He started sucking on my clit. “Six!” I gasped, he took me by surprise. “Please-“ he grabbed my thighs and put them on his shoulders.

“Tastes so good honey” he sighed, his tongue fucking me desperately.

I whimpered, grabbing at his hair and tugging. Six clearly enjoyed this as he moved his hips against the bed.

“See what you turn me into?” He looked up at me, “so fucking desperate and horny.” Six sat up, grabbing the toy again.

“Why’d you stop?” I whine, wanting his tongue again.

“Because” he took a moment to catch his breath, “I’m gonna fuck you with this” six holds the toy up, “and you’re gonna touch me okay?” His tone was gentle, almost perverted.

I nod, “okay.” His mouth quirked up slightly, a smirk forming, “such a good girl, now lay back for me.”

Six stood up, undoing the belt of his trousers and fly. “I’m gonna stand right here, and I’m gonna fuck your hand m’kay?”

“Yes” I blush, “I’ll do anything”

“Good” he rubbed his cock through his boxers with one hand and switched the toy back on with the other. He put the toy inside me, hitting that spot.

“Shit- it’s too much” I whimper, the toy’s setting on high.

“Shh” he pulled his cock out, “you can take it.”

I arched my back, taking in the sensation. I took him in my hand, jerking him off slowly.

He cursed under his breath. He mumbled, “keep going, you’re fucking me good.”

“Don’t stop! Please- fuck” I moaned, he thrusts the toy in and out, while I go faster with him. He moved his hips, fucking my hand.

“Jesus- keep going any faster and I’ll cum” he groans.

“Uh Huh” i close my eyes, “please let me cum, let me have it”

“Yeah? You want it? Cum for me” he fucked me with the toy harder.

“I’m coming ” I squirm, my orgasm rushing over me, letting myself release.

“Oh fuck” he couldn’t hold back himself, “gonna cum on your fucking face.” I let go, and he started jerking his cock through his orgasm. His cum dripping onto my face. “Look so pretty like that” he sighed, “never gonna give you privacy again doll.”

[norman-fucking-reedus]

omg since your requests are open,,, idk but imagining a female reader fucking herself infront of Daryl while he is chained to chair drives me insane to think about.. like reader's feet are on his knees and daryl feels her every movement but dang he can't do anything and the reader is a bit dominant.. i'd love if you wrote smth like this. im obsessed with ur writing!!

Anon lets make out rn cause ive had this idea for a while ESPECIALLY based off this picture??? Like hello??

I changed it up a little since i got the hottest idea in the middle of writing so I hope it makes you kick your feet in the way the way I did while writing this 😽 (I SAW UR OTHER REQUEST TOO BABE YK I GOTCHU 🫶🏾)

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“Dammit girl! Untie me” Daryl thrashed in the wobbly chair, growling from where it sat at the edge of the bed in front of you. You simply watched him struggle in the tight ropes, becoming redder by the second. “I like you tied up. Even more when you’re my personal chair” You ran a hand across his lap and winked.

Daryl grunted when you straddled him, hands pulling at their restraints. You could feel his bulge growing as you slowly ground your hips down, a strained groan coming from him. You cupped his chin and placed a few soft kisses on his lips, moving to his neck and back up to his lips, only pulling away from him. “Tha hell ya doin’ ta me?” Daryl watched as you opened the dresser drawer and tossed two objects on the bed, sitting down next to them.

You couldn’t hold back the wicked smile that fought onto your face as you stood up and removed each article of clothing, tauntingly slowly.

Daryl’s watched you, closely, breathing picking up as you slid your pants down, and moved to undo your bra. He watched as you teased the hem of your undies, sitting down in front of him again.

His cheeks heated up when you kicked a leg up, ankle resting on his shoulder as you spread yourself, running a finger down your slit through your panties. Daryl watched, hands fidgeting with rope as he became uncomfortably hard in his jeans. He wanted to touch you, feel all over your body and maybe inside.

You continued massaging yourself until the fabric was soaked, and Daryl’s breathing was the loudest thing in the room. His face was red and a thin layer of sweat was present on his whole body. Suddenly all his clothes didn’t fit right.

He could do nothing but watch as you pushed your underwear to the side, erotically spreading your pussy lips before reaching to grab one of the objects. It was a long, white vibrator you had “found” at the start, but really you just stole it from the sex shop when everything went to shit. It roared to life in your hands, and you leaned forward to press it onto Daryl’s bulge, soaking in the way he threw his head back and his body jerked.

You kept it there only for a minute, leaning back and bringing it down to your cunt, massaging between your folds and moaning when it reached your clit, holding it in place as you brought your fingers to your entrance, easily slipping in.

The scene was something out of a porno, and Daryl swore his mouth was beginning to water as he just watched you. The way he could feel the strong vibrations travel through your leg, the way he could see your fingers curling and scissoring open, he was starting to get desperately needy.

As you neared your orgasm, you pulled completely away from yourself, chest heaving as you came down, eyes meeting Daryl’s. His pupils had been blown so wide, you weren’t even sure there was color anymore. “Enjoying my show?” You whispered, pulling your leg off his shoulder as you moved to stand over him, bending over the bed so that he had a clear view of your backside. “J’st let me touch ya, doll. Why ya gotta torture me?” He rasped, eyes roaming as he took in the sight of your ass right in front of his face, so close yet so far.

Daryl was impossibly hard in his pants, the scratchy fabric sending lightning through his body whenever he accidentally bumped his tip against it. He was so needy it was starting to hurt, even more when the clear dildo you were bringing to your folds came into view.

You rubbed the silicone up and down against yourself, grinding when you brought it to your clit. You could feel Daryl’s eyes on you as his hands tugged and pulled at the binding ropes, but he had taught you how to tie some real good knots. He could do nothing but pitifully whine as he watched the dildo slowly slide into you, the clearness giving him a whole different show.

He could see the way your pussy stretched around the toy, working it in and out slowly, soft moans coming from you as you did. His cock throbbed as his eyes never left your cunt, wishing that instead of that dildo you would use him like a dildo, riding his sensitive cock for as long as you wanted, fuck he just badly wants to be inside of you.

As if reading his mind, you flipped yourself around so that you could face him, pulling the dildo out as you looked at him, eyes drinking up the messy state he was in. His face was so red, sweat rolling down his forehead as you could tell he was just so hard in his pants. Daryl’s fidgety hands had started to rub his wrists raw against the rope, the pain only adding to his boner. He looked a pure fucking mess. You swelled with pride at that.

Your hands began undoing his pants, pulling them only half down to his knees. For a split second, Daryl thought you were finally going to touch him, even if all you did was grab him through his underwear he just needed to be touched. Instead, he watched as you added some spit to the bottom of your didlo, and suctioned it right onto his muscled thigh, giggling to yourself like a psycho as you straddled it, purposely grinding your dripping cunt on his leg as his wide eyes stared into yours.

You cupped his sweaty face in your hands, wiping it as you just held his face and stared beyond his eyes and down into his soul. He could feel you sink down onto the toy, and watched as your gaze darkened and your eyelids lowered. “You’ve been such a good boy for me Dar. Watching and staying mostly silently. Can you be even better for me and cum without me having to touch your cock?” He desperately shook his head no, traitorous tears pricked his eyes as your pace increased. “Can’t- Need ya- Need ya ta touch m’cock, please mommy I need it so bad” He babbled and you cooed, giving him a warm kiss that he completely melted into.

He always begged so sweetly, and it went straight to your full cunt, however, you had to force yourself not to give in, not when you had already got this far, Your hands moved to grip his shoulders, lifting yourself up and down at a rough velocity, the sound of your ass slapping down on his thigh filled the room and Daryl’s head, his eyes flickered between your face and the way you rode his thigh.

You reached behind you and patted around until you found the vibrator, bringing it to life and pressing it against your clit, the one hand you had still on your boyfriend’s shoulder curled into the flesh, lewd moans pulling from your chest. Daryl felt himself getting dizzy watching you, hair sticking to his forehead and cold pain shooting from his raw wrists. It was so hot, too hot. His vision was beginning to blur, heart pounding so hard he felt like it would come out his chest. His body trembled and he threw his head back when you very lightly pressed the vibrator to his clothed cock, adding fuel to his orgasm as it pumped through his entire fucking soul, tears finally rolling down his cheeks as his cock pulsed itself empty, soaking erotically through the fabric. The toy turned off, and you slowed your hips, watching the way Daryl’s body went limp.

“Very good boy. That’s exactly what I wanted to see, handsome” Your voice was like candy as you whispered in his ear, sighing as you lifted yourself off the dildo with a wet pop, moving to cut Daryl’s hands free as you fully straddled his lap, feeling his release on your puffy pussy. His shaky hands immediately went to your hips, waist, thighs, holy hell your skin felt so good. His poor wrists were red and raw, a small amount of blood forming. “We’re gonna wrap your wrists up. Think your little friend will wanna join us?” You whispered against his lips, pressed down on his soft cock, feeling the cooling cum ooze out from underneath, sticking to your cunt. “If yer talkin’ about m’cock hell yea. Get tha’ fuckin’ dildo off me” He grunted and you realized his legs were also still bound together. You giggled, popping the suction cup off his thigh and stretching to cut the ropes off his ankles.

You moved off his lap so he could finally stand and stretch, kicking his pants completely off and his soiled underwear, which revealed how his cock was dripping in his own release. You were almost on him immediately, falling down onto your knees in front of him. “Your wrists are gonna have to wait a minute”

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I need to fuck his fucking soul into my body NOW 😾

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[beargyuuzz]

12:02 CSB

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Established relationship, dom Soobin x sub reader, bad language, use of slut and whore, pet names, choking, unprotected sex (don’t be y/n please), hair pulling, biting, overstimulation

WC: 578

Soobin X Fem!Reader

Smut under the cut

You let out a desperate whimper, eyes screwing shut as your lover tightens his grip on your throat. Your eyes roll back, nails digging into his firm bicep. Soobin chuckles, moving his lips to your ear.

“What? Can’t my little whore take it? You wanted to be a fucking brat in front of my friends, so I think you can handle what I give you.” His hips pick up their brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping falling deaf to your ears as you cry out for more. “Please- fuck! Soobin!” You scream out, his hands moving to your hair for leverage as you feel his tip kiss your sweet spot. You choke out a pleading breath, meeting his eyes to see that familiar darkness in them. Fuck, you loved riling him up.

A sudden gasp leaves you as his fingers find your swollen bud, drawing tight circles over it. Your hips jerk, trying to move away from the overstimulation as Soobin simply tuts and holds you in place. “Now, now… don’t try escaping this, bunny.” His tone is teasing, your head nodding up and down as you feel sweat clamming up your skin.

His lips move to your breasts, capturing one of your nipples as he bites down gently. The groan you let out is near feral, his hips moving harder against your own the moment the sound hits his ears. He could feel himself getting closer, his cock throbbing as he rolls his hips a bit too hard into you. Your moans were like music to him, making his head spin as he shifts the two of you and grabs you by the hips.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me how bad you want to cum. Tell me how badly you want me to fill your pretty cunt up.” Soobin’s voice breaks at the end, telling you how close he was getting. You pant out incoherent phrases, failing to get any more words out. Soobin chuckles, shaking his head as one hand moves to your jaw. “Use your words, slut…” he changes his angle, fucking into you at a slower pace with deeper strokes as you cry out in protest.

“Please, Soobin! Please- cum with me! P-please I need your cum!” You beg the man on top of you, tears running down your face as his pace quickens once again. His fingers work faster on your clit, making you tighten more and more until you finally snap. Your vision blurs as you cum around his cock, body spasming as he fills you only seconds after.

The two of you struggle to catch your breath, your lover letting himself fall into the bed beside you. Soobin pulls you into his arms, wiping the hair that clings to your face out of the way. “Are you okay, baby?” Comes his gentle voice. You felt like you were floating, your eyes out of focus. You settle for a nod, curling closer to him as he lets out a chuckle.

“How’s that for ‘too much of a softy to do anything’” Soobin uses your earlier words to Kai against you. You let out a whine, swatting his arm playfully. He only laughs, helping you sit up before he passes you the water he had kept on the nightstand.

“Drink that. I’ll go get something to clean us up, okay?” You nod, watching your boyfriend leave with a laugh as you sip the water. You really did find a keeper, didn’t you?

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Taglist: @myloveforyunho @abby-grace

A/N: Just a short lil thing- it isn’t that good but I hope you guys like it either way!!! Much love, 🪷

[z3r0sthing]

Love drink!

🔞MDNI🔞

^[anyone under 18 do not read!]

Bakugo

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"Have fun, bro.. She's gonna be all over ya in a minute." Bakugos friend whispered in his ear and laughed as he ran away. His friend gave you this bubbly peach drink that you had no idea what its called, but it looked delicious. You were currently sitting on bakugos lap, you were at a his friends very fancy pool party, it was pretty dark and everyone was running around, jumping in the pool. You were wearing a cute but small bikini while he just wore swimming shorts. Just you and your boyfriend laying on a lounge chair as he caresses your thighs. You were just drinking the bubbly soda like drink that his friend gave you and it was rather tasty, a sweet peach flavor, an after taste of something sparkly. So it wasn't a soda, more like a peachy sparkling water.

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Only a few minutes later you were getting hot, squirming in bakugos lap to get cooler but it didn't work so well, your pussy was also throbbing. He noticed, how wouldn't he after feeling your small body squirming in his lap. "Hm? What's wrong?" His voice sounding a bit worried but he didn't think so much about it. You moved you head up to look at his face, his lips looked so close but so far, you grabbed his cheeks and gave him some kisses, it made your cunt throb even more. They were sloppy but it's not like he didn't enjoy it, he quickly pulled away and was staring at you. He enjoyed the kisses but it was a bit sudden. "What are you doing?" He sounded like he was annoyed by your sudden kisses but you knew he enjoyed them either way. "You taste good.. I want more.." Just thinking about him was making you horny, it came out of nowhere. You laid back on him, pressing your ass on his for now soft length, you wanted him so bad and he could tell.

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He dragged you to a bathroom with nobody seeing, he placed you on the counter and locked the door behind him. "Whats wi-" He was quickly interrupted by you dropping to your knees and stripping off his shorts, taking his now erect cock in hand right above your lips. "Babe.. You wanna get caught, dont you?" He sounded horny himself now. You opened your mouth and took in his tip, swirling your tongue around it and licking the beads of pre-cum. He let out a soft groan as he held the back of your head. "Fuck.." He cursed under his breath as he pulled his head back. You slowly took more and more of his length as he kept groaning, bobbing your head up and down slowly in a good pace. His hand moving your head for you, groaning and moaning. "Good girl.." His voice was deep, he was obviously enjoying how you sucked on his length.

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He was fucking you mouth, you managed to be pinned by the door by his cock. He was hitting the back of your throat repeatedly as if he was pounding your cunt, your warm and sticky mouth was sucking his cock like a suction cup. You were gagging at how big he was in your mouth, thick and meaty. "You better swallow everything, you slut" he was thrusting into your mouth mercilessly, feeling your mouth with his cock as he was cumming. He thrusted just once more and exploded in your mouth, he let out a long and breathy moan as her felt you swallow his seed. He slowly pulled out of your mouth, lifting up your chin with his fingers, putting his thumb in your mouth to make sure you swallowed all of him. "Such a slut, aren't you." He chuckled as he looked into your lust filled eyes of yours. "Your going to scare away my energy by doing that.." He chuckled as he placed you on the counter.

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Moaning out pants like a dog, he was slamming his thick length in your wet cunt, legs in the arm as you pushed your fingers on his lower stomach near his fat cock was. A lot of people could probably hear you but it wasn't like you weren't the only two having sex, I mean that guy did give half of all the girls that drink. Bakugo was sliding in and out, slamming his hips into yours, it felt so good, like you were hypnotized by his cock. There was a ring of slick on his cock from pounding into you, so wet for him. With a few final thrusts he came into your sweet hole, making you scream as he buried himself deep inside you while you squirted your liquids on his throbbing length. Your energy gave out, laying flat on the counter with your pussy still spitting out juices. "You did so good for me.."

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Later on when you both managed to get home, you turned back to normal. Sleeping on bakugos chest while he was scrolling through Snapchat. Supposingly his friend that gave you the peachy sparkling drink put a pill that was made for you to be horny to most of the girls at the party. Bakugo was pretty pissed off by his friend giving you something drugged but he was also grateful to have that to have some sex with you. He will never be disappointed in fucking you brainless.

[fallenangelkitten]

You Never Learn

Synopsis: You belong to August Walker. You know his rules and requirements, but you’re too much of a brat to listen.

Warnings: dom!august, brat taming, sub!reader, choking, nipple clamps, possessive, overstimulation, cream pie.

Note: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

“The fuck are you doing?” August snarled as he walked into the bedroom. You had been so unbelievably needy and wanting. The overwhelming desire for him killing you. But he wasn’t there, and you were left with no idea when he would return. “I thought I told you only I could touch you. That includes you.”

You knew this, but you had no idea you would get caught. Your face flushed with fright, body stilling in place, leaving your little finger still connected to your sweet bundle of nerves. But somehow, your mouth watered in anticipation.

The glare he gazed at you with was poisonous, but you knew he was just as excited as you felt. You saw the gleam in his eyes and a smirk was dangerously tugging on the corner of his mouth. You felt your stomach clench as he took long strides towards you. “Stand,” he commanded. You knew better than to disobey.

As you rose to your feet, he grabbed something out of his closet- the closet. You heard the metal hitting leather, informing you before your sight had the opportunity. He stuck his hand above your knee, forcing your thighs apart.

August began putting his favorite set on you. It was black and silver, and never failed to make the room smell like leather conditioner and lust. He closed the latches around each of your legs, the soft strip sitting just below your bum and gently squeezed you. He closed the one around your waist that now connected to the ones around your thighs. The calloused pads of his fingers lingered on your skin, teasing you enough to earn a whimper.

“Hold out your wrists.” He wrapped the individual cuffs onto you; a clasp dangled from each one. You kept your wrists outward, unsure as to what else he wanted from you.

Without warning, he softly slapped each of your breasts and pinched your nipples, bringing both to a perky mound. He didn’t make a sound, but you took in a sharp breath and flinched under the sudden touch. He brought a clamp to your nipples, sliding the adjuster to whatever tightness he saw fit. It was painful, but it was the type of pain that could not exist without pleasure. You mewled, tears springing to your eyes and your arousal beginning to seep down your thighs.

“Stomach to the table,” he motioned to the coffee table by the small sitting area in your bedroom. With each step you took, the leather garter gripped at your skin.

The edge of the table reached perfectly to your hips. As you leaned over, you could feel his steel eyes burning into you. The wood was cool against your skin, making the metal pulling on your throbbing nipples even colder. He took his time coming over to you. He wanted you to lay there in agony. He wanted you to suffer.

You finally heard his footsteps nearing you. You realized he had ridden of his clothing when you felt his hard member brush against your exposed core- even the smallest touch causing you to cry out. He struck your right ass cheek with the whip you didn’t even notice he was holding, making you gasp. “Next time you forget who you belong to, you’ll have this to think back on.”

August struck you four more times before dropping it to the ground. He rubbed circles into your surely red, irritated skin. He reached for your wrists, grabbing ahold of the clasps on the cuffs and attaching each to the metal loop that connected all of the leather straps. You were bound. Now that he finally had you how he liked you, he plunged into you.

Beautiful groans left his body as he rammed into you with all of his force. His hands found your hips; he latched on to them, gripping you so hard you felt them beginning to bruise. You wailed as he continually hit your sweet spot. He held your legs shut together with his own, making the sensation of him completely pulling out and shoving back in unbearable.

He could feel you constricting around his girth. He let one of his hands abandon your hip and snake up to your throat, forcing you to look back at him. “You will not fucking cum unless I say, got it?” He barked, tightening his grip around your pretty little neck.

“Y-Yes, sir,” you choked out, your voice rough and muffled from the pressure against your windpipe. He kept your eyes on his, his assault on your body only growing rougher but the second. The sweat on his brow made his usually neat hair stick to his forehead.

Your vision was beginning to blur and your body was shaking. You came without even realizing it. You convulsed beneath him, making you receive a loud smack against your ass. “You never fucking learn, (Y/N),” he snarled, not stopping his thrusts. It was becoming too much. Your body was overly sensitive, and the shaking wouldn’t subside.

“I’m- I’m sorry, s-sir. I didn't mean to!” You pleaded, but he didn’t listen. He released your neck, only to return his hand to your hip. You cried out every time his tip hit your throbbing cervix. A sigh left you as he finally released his hot cum inside of you, but he didn’t stop slowly pumping in and out of you.

He growled when he eventually exited your body. You felt the mixture of your arousals dripping down your folds, but he quickly scooped it back up onto his fingers and shoved it back inside of you. He left you lying on the table as he watched from the other side of the room, ensuring that not a single drop went to waste.

[nickfowlerrr]

After the last capital…

I’ve this scenario in my head :

Bucky and you are back to the old habit and arguing about something again… but you stand on the last step of the stairs and he is done with you (he wants to go upstairs to get his phone before he would leave) and pushes you beside but as clumsy as you are, you Trip and fell.

Bucky would be so mad at him self, because you’re hurt because of him again😩😩😩😩

hurt

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pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: not really any? let me know if i need to add something pls! this fic is part of a series, and if you plan on reading it, please, please, please use caution and read all of the warnings!

words: 1.8k

notes: ten thousand years later lol thank you for sending this in! honestly i don't see pwyc!bucky even just lightly shoving reader especially after he made her fall last time lmao he's much more likely to just pick you up and move you out of his way instead but for the sake of the prompt, let's just go with it. &lt;3 i'm on my laptop, so no emojis :(

"Where are you going?" you asked tensely, running around him to block his way to the stairs, the worry in your voice was evident, and even if it hadn't been, you knew he could sense the stress you were feeling. You stood on the last step, not letting him walk up the stairs. "You're not even trying to see things from my perspective," you accused, fully on the defensive.

He was fuming, blue eyes near scorching as he stared you down, jaw set and nostrils flaring. You knew you were edging too far, but you couldn't stop yourself, you couldn't let this go without being able to explain.

"How the fuck did you think I'd feel about this?"

You balked.

"I didn't- I, I don't," you fumbled for the right words, for an explanation but deep down you knew the truth. He had every right to be angry and you had no excuse. You knew how he'd feel about it, and that's why you tried to keep it from him.

"I'm not doing this with you right now," he bit out, moving to push past you. You were going to move to give him space to get past, not wanting to upset him anymore than you already had, but as you sidestepped, your socks slide on the wooden step and unsteadied you right when Bucky stepped up. His arm bumping into you when you were already off kilter and slipping on the step had you falling completely.

Your arm flailed out to grab onto the railing, trying to right yourself, but it did more harm than good as your feet slipped off the step. You had turned your body while trying to grab the rail and so instead of your ass hitting the stairs, your hip hit the edge of the step below you hard as you fell with a thud, and your elbow near simultaneously making contact with the step above you in the fall.

It happened in a second, and though he saw you wobbly, Bucky didn't help get you steady before you fell, assuming you'd get your balance. The instant he realized you weren't stopping yourself, it was too late to grab you.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he stormed, madder at himself for letting you fall now than he was about the argument.

"Ow," you huffed under your breath, grabbing your elbow and you sat up on the step, not bothering to look up at him. He was moving before you even registered him getting closer, pulling you up by your arm to stand. You were too embarrassed and maybe a little too scared to meet his eye, rubbing your elbow again when he let go of his hold on your arm.

You could feel his eyes dead set on you but still, you kept yours to the ground, swallowing thickly.

"Bucky, I'm sorry," you apologized, dejected. "My mom stopped asking about my love life a long time ago and I just- I don't know, I never thought to bring it up. It's not something I'm used to sharing-" you tried to explain before he cut you off.

"Stop," Bucky said harshly, your voice dying immediately.

You dared to peek up at him and were met with a torn look in his normally brighter blues. There was anger and hurt, and if you weren't reading into things, you'd say there might be regret, too.

"Are you okay?"

"I- yeah. I'm fine," you answered, uneasily.

He looked at you a moment longer before he continued up the stairs. You stood there not knowing what to do, considering following him or just leaving him be until he was willing to talk. You didn't come to a decision before he came back down not thirty seconds later. He'd shrugged his jacket on as he came down the steps and your breathing caught in your throat, heart rate picking up. Where was he going?

His narrowed eyes shot to you, and judging by the look you saw there, it was clear he was obviously still upset. "I'm going to the gym."

As he passed you, you grabbed his arm and he stopped on the bottom step you had previously been occupying. You were a step above him, allowing you to be about eye level with him as you meekly met his eye. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it when you accepted you shouldn't.

His glare eased up just the slightest as he considered you before he spoke again.

"I'm pissed off," he glowered as he said your name harshly, "I don't need your reasons why, I really don't want to fucking hear it.

I can't be around you right now. We're either going to end up fighting or fucking and either way you're gonna get hurt, because I am pissed the fuck off," he nearly snarled the reiteration. "So we're not doing this right now," he kept walking and you let go of his arm, watching solemnly as he grabbed his keys and headed for the front door.

"I love you," you quavered pathetically as he pulled open the door, stepping outside. He paused just a moment.

"Do you?" he shot you a heartbreaking look as you floundered at his response. Of course you did. He knew that. He felt it, undeniably. But, his words served their purpose. You fucked up and you hurt him. And he wasn't going to just let you off the hook this time and comfort you and tell you all was forgiven. It was the same thing time and time again. He needed you to deal with the fallout, alone, to get you to see that.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, he wanted to change his mind, go back inside, or at the very least tell you he loved you, too. But he couldn't.

He meant what he said earlier. He'd already let you get hurt on the stairs when he didn't help you the moment he saw you start to slip, something he never would've let happen if he wasn't so caught up in the anger and hurt swirling around in his head. If he stayed and you fought, he knew he'd say something without thinking and only make matters worse; and even if you didn't fight, he knew he'd be on you in an instant with the pent up emotions he was trying to keep at bay so he didn't go off on you completely. And he couldn't trust himself not to take things too far with you. You'd nearly passed out on him the last time you had anger fueled sex, he could still remember the nasty bruises he hadn't meant to leave you littered all over your skin and how sore you were for the few days after. The orgasms were incredible, but he didn't want to risk injury to you just to release some of the frustration he was feeling. That's what the boxing gym was for.

You'd talk when he got home and was a little more level headed, and hopefully you'd have come to a decision on what you were going to tell your family. He couldn't wrap his head around why you'd never so much as mentioned his name to them in the year since you'd been together. Like he was your dirty little secret, something you were ashamed of. The first few months he could understand, not even taking into consideration that you were soulmates and that should have prompted a quicker reveal to your family, but a whole year? He'd spoken to your sister multiple times when she'd facetime you and the entire time, she had no clue you and him were together. He wanted to know what lies you'd been telling her to avoid admitting the truth, but he knew that'd probably only piss him off more. He needed the time to cool off before he went back and had that conversation with you.

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The door to your room opened gently as you glanced at the time, wanting to gripe about him coming home so late, but knowing you had no right to be the one who was upset tonight. You sat up and turned the bedside lamp on to give him some light. You nibbled your lip as you watched him, his hair was damp and he was dressed in a new change of clothes. He had his gym bag with him as he dropped it heavily by the closet, certainly needing to pack it with a new post workout outfit for the next time he would decide to shower at the gym, like he obviously had tonight.

Probably killing time before he inevitably had to come home to see you. Another flood of guilt and regret rolling through you.

"I told them," you informed him softly, his eyes glancing over to you before he walked toward the bed, his face not betraying whatever it was he was feeling. "And I'm sorry-"

"Shhhh."

You obeyed his wordless request as he climbed into his side of the bed, your eyes intent on his every move.

"I'm exhausted, and I'm not ready to talk about this tonight," he said as he moved the blanket to lay down. "Just come here," he coaxed with a huff, pulling you closer. You were pouting without even realizing it. There was a lot you wanted to say, but you stayed quiet. If he still needed time before he wanted to talk, you had to be okay with that.

As he pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around him, cuddling into him, having sorely needed his comfort from the second he'd left earlier.

He sighed heavily as he rested his hand on your hip, you winced almost imperceptibly, but of course he caught it. He rubbed at your hip carefully as you laxed into him, his touch soothing.

"I'm sorry I made you fall," he apologized, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

"'S not your fault,"

"Me bumping into you is what made you slip,"

"My socks made me slip. Granted, the nudge certainly didn't help, but," you smiled soft and fleeting. "I'm fine. Not your fault."

There was a moment of silence between you then before Bucky broke it.

"I'm still upset at you."

You knew he was, but hearing him say it out loud somehow made your guilt ten times worse. You tried to pull away, wanting to give him space, but he held you tighter. "No, don't," he told you.

You stopped trying and instead buried your head in his chest as he held you. "We'll talk in the morning," he said, and you nodded against him in agreement. He turned the lamp out and when he settled down again, you tilted your head up so your lips were just against his ear.

"I do love you," you whispered before placing a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek. You settled against him once again, his arms holding you as your head laid on his chest.

"I know," he said, his hands running up and down your back. "And I love you. Now go to sleep," he rumbled as he fixed the blanket around your bodies, content to rest in your mutual embrace for the night.

You had a lot to discuss come morning.