#he loves buck so damn loudly

[aramblingjay]

I should've been up there with you. ↳ ft. what bucky does when he's up there with buck

[elysianightsss]

Stalker John Price thot🩵🌼

Stalker John Price who firsts sees you in the library, cute little sundress rising up your thighs as your strain to reach for pride and prejudice on a shelf that’s much too high for you to even try to reach.

Stalker John price who goes behind the shelf and pushes the book out from out from the other side, you thankfully catch it before it falls on your head.

Stalker John Price who uses his military experience to stalk you and not get caught.

Stalker John Price who examines your house while you’re at work to find the perfect hiding spots for him and placing the tiniest cameras around.

Stalker John Price who knows how wrong it is when he’s quick to dart into one of those hiding spaces as you open the door sighing from a long day at work but can’t seem to find a reason to care when you start to strip off your work clothes and change into your fuzzy stitch pj bottoms and hoodie.

Stalker John Price who thinks you look so fucking cute in your pjs. He leans forward almost making the house creak wanting to see more of you. He moves when you do, watching with a grin on his face as you cook your dinner while shaking your hips to music that’s blaring through your speaker.

Stalker John Price who smiles softly when you stuff your face full of pasta, your eyes never leaving the tv screen and soon end up falling asleep on your sofa. He feels it’s safe enough for him to come out.

Stalker John Price who presses a sweet little kiss to your cheek and then leaves your house to go home and set up all the cameras on his computer. He smiles seeing you clear as day on the screen in the same position as before, fast asleep on the sofa.

Stalker John Price who knows exactly how you like your morning coffee. He’s watched you make it 1000 times.

Stalker John Price who notes down in his notebook what your favourite foods and drinks are so he doesn’t forget.

Stalker John Price who confides in Simon about what’s he’s doing only for Simon to assure him he’s doing nothing wrong and it’s all normal even if he feels it’s wrong.

Stalker John Price who goes round your house more often after speaking to Simon.

Stalker John Price who gets painfully hard when you’re first out the shower, fluffy white towel wrapped around your wet body. His blue eyes never leaving your figure as you massage lotion into your skin and spray body mist all over. He inhales holding back from groaning at the scent that clings to you.

Stalker John price who watches you through the crack in your wardrobe doors as you pant and whine and buck your hips against the vibrator buzzing hastily against your little clit.

Stalker John Price who is practically drooling when he thinks you’re done, satisfied but watches you reach for the dildo in your bedside drawer. He was in for a long night of restraint.

Stalker John price who comes up with a plan to be a part of your life because he can’t keep going on without having you for himself. Without keeping you.

Stalker John Price who ‘bumps’ into at your local grocery store and the library and your local bar. Eventual you think it’s fate. Never suspecting he would be a stalker. He’s such a nice, sweet guy.

Stalker John Price who is giddy with excitement when you agree to go on a date with him. He makes it the best damn date you’d ever been on. Dinner, dancing and a show.

Stalker John Price who groans, “Fill my hands with you finally.” When you do eventually let him touch you, his large calloused hands grabbing at every part of you he can. “Finally gonna let me take care of you huh love?” He’ll grin down at you as you nod, so whiny and needy for him. “So fucking perfect and all mine.”

Stalker John Price who marries you.

Stalker John Price who cries when you show him the positive pregnancy test.

Stalker John Price who laughs loudly when your children say that daddy is obsessed with their mommy.

Stalker John Price who after thirty years of marriage, three children and 5 grandchildren never admits that he stalked you but tells you everyday how much he loves you.

[loulovingho]

“Hey, Cutie. What's your name?”

Buck stopped digging to look up at the man, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “Buck,” he replied simply, sucking in a deep breath.

“Buck?” he questioned. “Just Buck?”

Buck sighed. “Evan Buckley. Most people call me Buck.”

The man smiled. “Evan's nice. I like Evan. I'm gonna call you Evan.”

“My boyfriend's really the only one who does that.”

The man stepped closer, invading Buck's personal space. “You're already taken?”

“I- I am,” Buck replied, tripping over his words. Now that he was closer, this man did have some beautiful blue eyes. They nearly stared right into his soul.

“Hm.” The man shook his head. “That's a shame,” he looked Buck up and down. “You're really... really hot.”

“Pr- Probably from the wildfire th- that's nearby.”

The man laughed. Damn, even his laugh did something to Buck. “Maybe,” he shrugged. “But I think you'd look good no matter what.”

“I really, um, I need to get back to digging, so the fire doesn't spread.”

“Looks like you could use a break to me.” The man pulled a bottle of water from his pocket, and the sight of it nearly made Buck's dry mouth start to water. “Ice cold, just for you.”

And well, it would almost be rude not to take the water. So he did.

He twisted the cap off and drank nearly half the bottle down. He couldn't help but notice the man watched every gulp, staring at his throat like he wanted to lick the sweat right off.

“Thank you,” Buck said once he finished. He went to hand the bottle back, but the man shook his head.

“That's yours,” he said. “Can't have a man as handsome as you passing out from dehydration. Someone may have to give you mouth to mouth.”

Buck swallowed hard. “Th- Then why'd you give me the water?”

Buck watched the man's blue eyes darken, his breathing picking up. He reached out, tugging on the collar of Buck's wildland gear to fix it. “You've gotta be careful, Evan. I don't usually go for taken men, but I might have to change my mind.” His hand slowly ran down Buck's chest as he pulled away from him.

Buck's breath hitched. He couldn't look away from this man. Couldn't help all the feelings bubbling up deep in his gut. “I... I don't even know your name.”

“Might be better that way,” the man replied, taking another step closer. His eyes moved down to Buck's lips. “I'll be able to remember you forever, and you can go back to your boyfriend and forget I ever existed.”

“I- I don't know if I could do that.”

“What? Go back to your boyfriend? Or forget me? Cause-”

“Dear God,” Eddie interrupted, exasperated. “You know other people can hear you, right? Get a room, or better yet, get a truck. I'll cover for you if it'll get you two to stop... whatever the hell this is.”

Buck sighed, resting a hand on his hip as he turned to Eddie. “We were just getting to the good part.”

“You've done this before?!” he exclaimed.

“Two days ago,” Hen informed him as she passed by. She gave a wave to the man. “Hey, Tommy.”

“Hi, Hen. Eddie,” he greeted with a nod and a smile.

Eddie groaned. “You two are pathetic.”

“Oh, are they doing that weird roleplay thing again?” Chimney asked as he walked up beside Eddie.

“You've heard it too?”

“I think half the firefighters in the county have heard it by now.”

“Three weeks!” Buck reminded them, holding up three fingers for emphasis. “We've been here for three weeks without more than a few seconds alone. Let me have this.”

Eddie raised his hands in surrender. “I'm gonna go get me a water since, apparently, it doesn't matter if I pass out from dehydration.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “I'll bring you a water next time.”

“What about me?” Chimney asked. “Because, if I remember right, you'll have to give me mouth to mouth if I fall to the ground.”

“I will bring everyone water next time.” Tommy spoke loudly, so everyone around could hear.

“That's better,” Chimney said. He patted Eddie on the shoulder. “Come on, let's give the lovebirds a minute.”

Tommy turned back to Buck. “As much as I'd love to finish the scene,” he said once the others had walked away, “I do have to go. I told my group I'd only be five minutes.”

Buck couldn't help his pout, but he also knew he had to get back to work too. “When we get home, if we ever get to go home, we're not putting on clothes for three days.”

Tommy smiled, nose scrunching up. “Deal,” he agreed. He leaned in and gave Buck a quick peck on the lips. “I gotta go. Love you, Cutie,” he said with a wink.

Before he could walk off, Buck grabbed his turnouts and pulled Tommy back for one more kiss before letting him go. “Love you too. Be safe.”

[lnfours]

Lando making reader go from "don't forget to pull out, okay?" to "pleasepleaseplease come inside, i need it, i need it"

the switch up would be absolutely bonkers and i know it. also my friends and i just rewatched all the after movies and all i could think about was that one scene in the home gym but w lando and i need it.

smut (18+ please!)

lando thoughts? lando thoughts.

your nails digging into his biceps felt like heaven as his lips kissed yours, a soft moan rising from his throat. your head tilted back against the pillows, letting his lips travel down your jaw and your neck. he kissed all the way down to your collarbone, his hips meeting yours as you tugged on the curls at the top of his head.

“lando, fuck,” you sounded so pretty moaning his name. breathless, back arching off the mattress. a sight he never wanted to forget.

“yeah?” he asked, hands grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. the new position making him fuck you deeper. you moaned loudly at the feeling, fingers now raking down his back, “like this baby?”

“mhm,” was all you could manage to say.

“where do you want me to come?” his hands slipping between your bodies and finding your clit with ease. your mouth fell agape at the feeling, hips bucking up into his touch.

“fuck- in me. please.” you begged and he raised an eyebrow at you.

“thought you wanted me to pull out?”

“not anymore,” you panted, “i want you to fill me up.”

his eyes rolled back, hips suddenly slamming into you a little faster, “shit, you’re sure?”

you nodded, the familiar warm feeling spreading through your lower stomach, “please. i’m so close.”

“me too, baby,” he said, “gonna fill you up. just like you want.”

you moaned at his words. thighs shaking as he worked you up, “i’m gonna come.”

“me too,” he said, “come for me, love.”

you moaned as you squeezed him tightly, body convulsing as you let your orgasm wash over you. he followed in pursuit, his orgasm getting buried deep inside you as he rode out his high.

you whimpered softly as he pulled out, eyes locked to where your bodies were previously conjoined. he watched the way your thighs shook, spreading your legs and watching his cum drip from inside of you. he moaned at the sight, damn near hard again as he leaned down.

you gasped as his tongue gently licked a stripe up your pussy, his fingers replacing it shortly after as he fucked the remaining fluids back into you.

“fuckin’ hell,” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your thigh as you grasped at his curls, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

[embbarnes]

More filthy Logan thoughts. 18+ Minors DNI. I have no chill. Warnings for typical smut stuff. Hoping to have more fics out soon, in the meantime, enjoy snippets from my brain like these.

Dude. This man would be so insane between your legs.

Sloppy laps and eager suckling, your poor cunt stands no chance. He loves when you whine and squirm too, that deep chuckle against your wet folds as he feels you bucking to try to relieve some of his licks and his arms wrap around your legs, holding your hips in place and trapping you.

"Oh no, you're not goin' anywhere, princess." he growls, his lips turning into a savage grin, his lips and chin soaked in your juices. "I'm gonna have my fill, and you're gonna be a good girl and sit still for me. S'not like you can go anywhere..." he chuckles and watches how your eyes widen and cheeks darken before he dives back in.

Those delicious, beautiful sounds fill the room, your begging and whining are such a turn on for him. He wraps his lips around your throbbing clit and sucks it until it bruises so good, you are a crying mess. Those big tears streak down your red cheeks as you cry for him in ecstasy for the third, fourth, fifth??

You don't even know anymore.

All you know right now is your body is on fire and it feels like the pleasure has consumed you.

It expands to your toes and fingertips, they feel white hot just like your clit and it was such an overwhelming and amazing feeling. His tongue and lips still worked your cunt, he growled against you as he felt your poor pussy cream another orgasm, dripping and soaking the sheets below you.

"Ah, such a messy girl, aren't ya..." he pulled away finally, his breath hot against your core and he laid a sloppy kiss on your clit. Your brow furrowed and your mouth opened as you cried out, nearly cumming again.

He flips you onto your belly swiftly, landing a smack to your ass that makes you yelp and whimper below him. He spreads you open, your embarrassment of being exposed in such a manner made you gasp and whimper loudly.

"Look at that...so pretty. Such a pretty thing you have. You want me there don't you? Is this what you need...hm? You need me right....here?" He pokes the spongy tip of his throbbing cock against your silken folds. You cry out and try to push back on him but he pulls himself away from your greedy hole.

"So impatient...what do you say?" he teases, that damn smirk on his face. He knows how to make you a mess and he relishes in it. Those pretty tears still falling down your face as you held back the urge to literally beg him for his cock. You would've began babbling at that point, you were so desperate for him, you could barely register his words.

"P-Please..." you croaked, your body was shaking, god you needed him so fucking bad.

He could tell you were so desperate for him, you were trembling below him and he was feeling quite merciful today. "Shh, alright princess, it's okay," that gruff voice had a smile to it and you didn't even have to look back to see it. His hand reached around and he wiped your cheek before he leaned back. He had the biggest, shit eating grin spread as he rubbed his cock against your hot, throbbing sex.

"I've got just what you need. I'll make it all better..."

Bye ✌🏻

[diorchids]

PUT 'EM IN MY MOUTH. PLEASE?

★ patrick zweig x reader !

sex with your fingers in his mouth.

cw: unprotected sex, established relationship, university!patrick, fingermouthing, sub!patrick, praise kink, fem!reader, tennisplayer!reader, swearing, dumbification (well… sorta kinda!)

patrick loves your fingers. on the court, you’d stick your middle up with a smile when he’d loudly critique your serve, and that made him oh, so hungry.

“pat… you were being so needy today, weren’t you?” you teased, squeezing his thick cock as you spoke. he nodded, staring at your body perversely with no shame.. "i was… i…” he stammered, reaching up to grab onto your hips as you lowered yourself onto his drooling cock. 

“so—so wet, mama,” he groaned, feeling the tip of his cock pushing into your tight entrance. he loved this—whatever it was. fucking every day after classes becoming a regular thing for you two. today was like any other.

you sunk onto him perfectly, slick cunt swallowing his swollen length as you cooed to him in his dazed state. he moaned loudly, feeling his cock being squeezed and caressed by your tight walls, making him tremble from the mere feeling. "oh… fuck… you're so tight, so perfect," he praised, his hands gripping your hips firmly as he starts to thrust upwards, filling you. 

you slowly snaked your fingers up his chest, stopping just under his mouth before he opened it immediately for you to stick them in. 

he closed his eyes and lovingly sucked on your fingers, tasting you while moaning in pleasure. “could tell you need this, hm, pat?” his poor cock twitched deep in your walls as he bucked his hips up into you. he looked up at you, eyes full of pure desperation as you pushed your fingers deeper into his mouth. “needed this so bad.”

“that’s good. you deserve it, pat.”

he groaned as he felt his cock being buried deeper into you, your long fingers being pushed farther into his mouth, you making him experience waves of overwhelming pleasure. "mhm… fuck… that's so good…" his muffled moans were beautiful, hips thrusting faster as his cock twitches in excitement. the way you’d scissor his tongue between your fingers and grind your hips at just the right angle pushed him over the edge.

“bet you wanna cum… been holdin’ off, need to let go,” you pushed your digits deeper into his mouth, reaching his throat as his eyes threatened to squeeze shut, but he couldn’t miss this. the view of you—so god-like on top of him, boobs bouncing as you fucked yourself on him, fingers drawing back and forth in his throat—made his dick twitch one last time. you’re too much.  

he looked up at you, his eyes needy, running over your body.. "that’s it, give it to me, pat," you nodded as he pumped deeper into you, rubbing your swollen clit with one hand as the other swirled around his tongue.

at your disgusting words, he felt his climax building inside him, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing deep inside your velvety walls. "cummin!" he groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate as he felt himself reaching the edge. "f-fuck!"

he let out a loud moan as he felt himself releasing inside you, filling you with his hot, thick cum. "s-so good…" he panted, his hips still thrusting as he rode out his orgasm. "you're so fucking good…”

your roommate found you two passed out, his arms wrapped around you as you slept soundly. 

hot damn, you were addictive.

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 18: overstimulation with Gear Five/Nika

warning: overstimulation, creampies, multiple rounds, idk proper portugues but i'm learning so i used google translate👍, not proofread.

Kinktober Masterlist

You should have known, really. Fucking a man like him, practically some sort of deity, telling him you were more than happy to let him have his way with you. Now you had to face the consequenses.

"Ohhh, yeahhh!! Y-Yeah! S-So fuckin' goo- your pussy takes me so fuckin' good, can't stop!" He laughed loudly, letting the combined noises of his happiness and your squelching sex bounce off the walls, the only stable sound to the beat of your pleasure being the consistent way his hips slapped against yours.

You've already cum so many times, at least six, but he couldn't care less. Or rather, he loved it. Said it made you tighter, and so much wetter.

"Huh?" He huffed when you begged once more for him to stop, to just let you breath, hips never once stuttering from their rhythm. "I thought we settled this," He murmured, a childish pout on his lips, brows furrowed in disgruntlement. Well, you had "settled it" a few minutes before, when you told him he could keep going a bit longer, but that was when he promised he'd stop soon.

God, it almost hurt. Your walls were clamping down so tight around his cock they ached. Every muscle in your body felt stiff and sore from how his thrusts gave you whiplash and how he manhandled you into any position he wanted. Your nipples felt puffy and burned from how hard he'd been pinching and sucking and biting just moments ago. Not to mention how damn hyper away you were of every little callous on his hands, how the air felt hot and sticky, how your damp hair clung to your skin, how every ridge and bump on his cock dragged against your pussy.

He was right back to laughing though when he felt his high approaching, sending a spark of fear up your spine when his pace somehow sped up to inhuman speeds, much to his own delight. You shouldn't be surprised that he was so unaffected by how many times he's already stuffed you to your breaking point, why he could move at such speeds and do such things. He wasn't human in the first place.

"Fuuuuuck, y'so tight! Little pussy's clampin' on me, she's all wet an' soft an' prettyyyy," His voice fluctuated from high and scratchy to gravelly and groaning in between words, moaning and panting with his tongue lulled out like a dog, dripping drool onto your hickey-cladded chest while he pawed at your ass. "Ahh, linda, você adora, né? Você pode me dizer para continuar?"

You couldn't understand a damn word, no matter how loud it sounded in your ringing ears, much too focused on gripping the sheets and keeping your cries form turning into screams. Though your eyes were working overtime, scanning how he looked above you, muscles rippling and shimmering with sweat in the moonlight.

It was alright dark out; you noticed dumbly over everything else. It had been morning when he started this.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum, mama," He moaned, letting his head tip back slowly, rolling his hips languidly against your own. The way his abs rolled with him was hypnotizing to you, in the same way your face contorting with pleasure and your sex splatting against his base was to him, making him giggle at the blissful look you gave.

For as hyper aware you were of everything, the way his tip started crashing against your G-spot before jumping to your cervix to bully you deeper made you forget you own damn place on earth for a moment, and he used those sweet few minutes to pull at the hood of your clit and thumb at the tiny bundle of nerves harshly, pinching at the bud until you screamed and your hips bucked wildly.

"Yeah! Y-Yeah- Você está gozando, eu posso sentir isso, eu posso sentir você gozando no meu pau, linda," He gasped, followed by the scream of your name he always gave you when he came, stuffing you so full you felt yourself swell beneath him.

"Oh! M-Mama! Again!" He wasn't even done pumping into you, and yet you saw that evil smile spread to his face once more, already changing your positions while your sensitivity left your rendered unable to fight against him.

[pearlymel]

It's sooo far away..

WARNINGS: smut, Rafayel x gn! reader, hand job, no plot, 0.7 words— ✿

NOTES: i love whiney men :(

You watch as the grape creates a purplish juicy trail right to the very lowest of Rafayel's stomach.

"Oh you poor thing," you coo at him before using two of your fingers to follow the trail the grape left behind, and stopping right above his navel, "here?"

"Mmh.. lower." Rafayel hummed, the muscles on his abdomen flexing at your teasing touch. You raise an eyebrow, your gaze eyeing the rise of flushed red colouring his face, "lower you say?" You drawl next to his ear as you take the grape in between your thumb and forefinger, rolling the fruit against his skin tentatively.

Damn it so close, Rafayel could beg for you to stop teasing him in his state, but he won't give you that satisfaction just yet.

"Yeah... Lower..." His eyes were glued to the way your fingers brushed over the black waistband, to the golden accessories, and now to the obvious bulge showing from beneath the rough colourful fabric.

"Oh my," you click your tongue, feigning annoyance before slipping your hand beneath his waistband, which elicits a gasp out of him, "Don't—ah… n-not there—” his plea fell on deaf ears as your hand wrapped around his throbbing dick. The sensation of your fingers squeezing and stroking his cock sends shivers down his spine that he can't help but moan softly, his hand latching on your wrist, "A-aah... God..." Rafayel's grip around your wrist tightened as his back arched involuntarily. He exhaled loudly, his breathing getting heavier and more strained by the minute.

"Y-you're playing dirty," he tried to protest, but his voice came out in a near-whine as your hand glides from the base to the tip, tracing the veins along his shaft.

he gasps, his hips involuntarily bucking into your touch. He's overwhelmed, his mind foggy with lust. His hands find their way to your waist, pulling your body flush against his as he grinds against your hand, "F-Fuck... Nngh..." He closed his eyes, his head falling forward as he leaned against your chest unable to keep a low moan from leaving his lips. While your free hand found the strands of his hair.

Rafayel's heart races as you pull the clothing completely down to reveal his hard cock, his tip already flushed and leaky which made his throat go dry.

And when your hand starts moves faster, twisting and stroking his cock in a maddening rhythm. He knows he won't last much longer.

Your thumb finds his tip, and you slow down your strokes to give it more attention, giving it nice and slow circles, Rafayel buried his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breaths caressing your skin, as his hands moved to fumble with the ties on your dress. "I'm... So close, gonna cum—”

“aw, already?”

He groaned against your chest, a low whine that sounded embarrassingly needy. His hands still struggled with the laces, his brain fuzzy and filled with thoughts. "Shut... up," he grumbled and muttered, lifting his head up to bite your shoulder in a slightly petty retaliation. "Your fault for... Nnnggghh...” all words died on his tongue when your hand sensually moved down to squeeze and massage his balls—oh and the pretty whines leaving his lips were unforgettable.

“Wait—! Stopstop—” and he cries out as he feels the first waves of his orgasm approaching. His abdomen tenses, and his thighs tremble as he fights to maintain control. But with your hand continuing its relentless stroking, he can't hold back any longer.

Before he could stop himself, His cock pulses in your hand, releasing streams of hot cum. He throws his head back, while letting out whiney moans. You gently halt your hand to kiss his cheek and he pouts in retrun.

“want me to clean you up?” You stick your tongue out, ready to lean down to lick him clean but he grips your hair before your could continue, making him face you up to meet his dark gaze.

“You like to tease me? We'll see who's the bigger guy after i make you cry next.”

[aaagustd]

pairing: producer!cheol x (f)reader // genre: meaningless smut // wc: 0.8k // warnings: f*ngering, c*m eating(finger sucking), kissing, public s*x, unedited; 18+

note: this is probably bad but my allergies are kicking my butt. i still wanted to post though. divider credit.

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When a hot producer asks you out, he can sense your nervousness as soon as you get in his expensive car. “What helps you relax?” is what he asks you. Your answer was not one that he expected, but it turned him on like nothing else has. Dinner will just have to wait for now.

“Fuck!” Your entire body trembles with pleasure. The shame of wanting a stranger to ruin you on the hood of his Benz is long gone—so has the fear of being caught while you’re getting fingered in an alley.

Your hands grasp his shirt while your watery eyes stare into his. It’s a silent plea for him to give you more, to bury another one of his long digits into your needy heat.

He chuckles. “No matter how much this little cunt gets, it always wants more, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, god. Yes–It wants more. Please,” you whimper, burying your face in his shirt to muffle your cries. His hand has only been down your panties for about two minutes and you’re already falling apart. “More, please.”

“Well, if you’re that horny…” He grabs your hair and forces you to look at him. “Just sit your pretty ass back and let me see what kind of faces you make when you cum.”

You prop yourself on your arms and observe his work, gasping when a third finger enters your pussy. Your legs are spread wide, and you buck off the vehicle to match his movements, swirling your hips when his palm touches your throbbing clit to add more stimulation. If you weren’t about to reach your high, you’d be begging him to replace his digits with whatever it was that was pressed against your ass a few minutes ago.

“Goddamn it, how are you this wet?”

The lewd noises your leaking pussy produces explain why your panties are a sticky and sodden mess. Your clothes cling to your body due to the sweat forming on your skin, giving you the urge to get rid of the damn things. Of course, you can’t, but it would be nice right about now. “Is this all for me? Couldn’t resist me, could you?”

“I—”

“You wanted me inside of you? That’s understandable, babe. Everyone does,” he claims. 

The tension boils to a head when his fingers curl inside of you.

“I can’t hold it anymore,” you warn, reaching out to grip his arm.

His eyes soften as he pities the pathetic mess he’s made of you. He lifts his hand to cup your face before he grabs your throat, squeezing gently. “Then let go, love.” 

A switch flips when he winks. The coil snaps and the sky of red-orange and deep purples begins to spin around you. He’s forced to cover your mouth quickly to suppress your screams, but his fingers continue to move at a fast pace, milking you of every ounce of energy you have left.

You almost fall back onto the car when your body finally relaxes, but his strong arms prevent you from doing so. In a state of haziness, you can still make out the sight of him licking his fingers clean of your arousal, moaning loudly as he tastes you. 

You’re pulled in for a sloppy kiss and you’re thrilled that the taste of you still lingers on his tongue. Your legs wrap around him, trying to trap him so you can unzip his pants. However, he stops you before you can do so.

“Now right now, love.”

You pout. “But—”

His large hands find your ass and pull you towards the edge so he can keep you close.

“Later,” he says sternly, earning him another sad face.

He laughs at you for a second, resting his chin on top of your head while you lean on his firm chest.

“Seungcheol,” he announces out of nowhere. “That’s my name if you care to use it.”

“Hell yeah, I care,” you assure after introducing yourself. “ I’ve never done that before. Thank you for not judging me. Well, to my face, at least.”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “I’d never. Plus, you’re hot. I wouldn’t want to ruin my chances of getting to know you.”

“Really?” You didn’t mean to sound so excited. Now he probably thinks you’re a groupie.

But he just smiles and pulls away. “You’re cute. Come on, let’s go somewhere and talk.”

He helps you down and guides you to the passenger side of the car. He opens the door for you and waits patiently for your wobbly legs to climb inside.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“No, I’m okay—”

When he gives you a look, you come clean. “I’m starving.”

“Cool. Let’s grab dinner and go back to my place. Then you can show me which of my cars you want me to fuck you on next.”

He shuts the door without another word, leaving your sticky thick thighs rubbing together.

[burreauxsworld]

For His Pleasure | Joe Burrow

18+/Smut

Word Count: 607

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Gasps and sharp moans filled the large bedroom that you shared with your husband. Along with the echoing sounds of slurping and flicks of his skilled tongue. Joe was in his happy place. Right between your thighs. Your fingers buried in his messy curls, tugging hard. Joe loved every second of it.

“Oh, Joey—baby” you whine, struggling to stay in place while his mouth aggressively moved along your slick folds. Joe’s arms wrap around your thighs, pinning you down even harder, your shaking thighs being no match for his bulging arms.

Having you like this was heaven for Joe. He fucking loved it. Nothing tasted better than you. He pulls away, you whining in protest, your hips chasing his tongue. His fingers took the place of his tongue on your clit. A smirk evident on his face, which was slick with your arousal. “You like that, baby?” He asks, teasingly. You nod vigorously. “S-so good” you whine. “I want your tongue” your hips buck towards his face. Joe chuckles lowly before shoving his face back in. A sharp gasp leaves your lips, and your back arches off of the bed.

“Just like that” you moan, holding his head in place. “Joe—oh my god”

His middle finger dips into your soaking hole, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your head drops onto the pillow behind you. He can feel your walls squeezing his finger, he adds another. He knows you’re close. He pulls away from your clit, his fingers continuing their aggressive pace. “Look at you. You look fucking gorgeous baby” Joe mutters, pressing soft kisses to your plush thighs. “My pretty girl” he says, going back in to press a soft kiss to your clit.

“Im gonna cum” you whine.

The band in your stomach tightens, in a way that shows you the orgasm is gonna be intense. Joe’s pace doesn’t slow down. If anything, it somehow got faster. The sounds you were letting out were damn near pornographic.

“Oh my god,” you let out. “Right there?” Joe asks with a smirk, his fingers hitting the gummy spot deep inside your cunt. “Fuck, I could cum just looking at you baby” Joe groans, shoving his face neck between your legs, causing you to gasp loudly as he assaults your puffy clit.

“Oh my god! I’m cumming!” You cry out, your back arching off the bed for what felt like the millionth time today. His pace doesn’t slow down throughout your orgasm. His fingers still hitting that spot deep inside of you, his tongue still flicking at your clit. “Joey, baby—oh my god!”

Your whole body begins to quiver, your juices shooting from your core to Joe’s face and all over the bed. Joe pulls away with a satisfied smirk on his face. While this wasn’t the first time he’s made you squirt, he still felt a sense of pride every time. Knowing he was the only one to make you feel that good. Your chest heaved, your mouth wide open with sharp gasps falling from your lips, your eyes squeezed shut tight. It was a sight for sore eyes. Joe’s favorite sight.

You hissed as he slowly pulled his fingers out. Your eyes finally fluttering open, a dazed and tired look in them. “You good?” Joe asks you, gently rubbing your thigh. You nodded tiredly, making eye contact with him. “That was intense,” you admitted, a tired laugh leaving your lips and Joe smiles. “I’ll never get tired of that.” You tell him and he smirks.

“And I’ll never get tired of doing it.”

[stuckinthesun]

The Jacket // R.G. x Fem!Reader

Summary

Rick catches you pleasuring yourself while wearing a familiar article of clothing

Warnings

nsfw, dark themes, kinda murder couple vibes, fem masterbation, voyerism, Dom!Rick, mean Rick, teasing, pet names, fingering, p in v, overstim, pussy slapping

Word Count

2.8k

You don’t even remember what you came into his room for. The moment your eyes landed on the familiar brown jacket, your mind became fuzzy and all other thoughts were forgotten.

That jacket.

The one you’ve seen Rick brutally kill dozens of people in, you could even still see blood permanently stained in the wool collar of it. And when you walked into the man’s room to find it just lying on his bed, heat instantly pooled between your legs.

You’ve been in love with the leader of your group since the moment you met him, and that love only grew the more he protected your group from the dangers of the world.

The two of you weren’t together though. There was tension, to long looks and lingering touches, but never anything more. Life in the apocalypse was so brutal and fast paced that it never left time for anything like that, so you were left to pine.

But now here you stood, in his room, staring at his jacket, the jacket you’ve fantasized about him fucking you in countless of times.

You walked further into Ricks room, like you were in a trance, until you were standing at the foot of his bed, and running your fingers along the rough material of the brown jacket.

It wasn’t just the fact that Rick looked damn good in it, that was just a bonus. No it was the fact that, the moment he got this jacket, something shifted.

You remember being reunited with him after the prison fell, under the dirt and blood he was wearing this coat and you remember thinking, he’s different.

You picked up the jacket, it being heavier than you expected, and buried your nose into the wool collar. It was surprisingly soft against your skin as you inhaled, smelling the old detergent everyone used, soap and something that was distinctly Rick.

It was musky and heady and filling you with warmth, making a small whimper leave your lips. Your fingers gripped the material harder, bunching it in your fists and almost hugging the jacket like a pillow.

You should feel embarrassed, you should stop and walk away before someone undoubtably catches you, but you can’t stop. It feels too good when you squeeze your thighs together, thinking about the way Rick looked killing Gareth, wearing this exact jacket.

“Fuck-“ You moan, finally sparring a glance at the bedroom door. Empty, not a soul in sight.

Am I really gonna do this?

“Besides… I already made you a promise.”

Fuck.

In a split second decision, you rush over and close the door, before going back toward his bed. The jacket feels almost heavenly as you slip it on, the smell of Rick enveloping you and making goosebumps appear on your skin.

You’re on your back instantly, fingers undoing the button and zipper of your jeans. You quickly slip your hand under the waistband of your underwear and pants, fingers sliding between your folds and feeling just how wet you already are.

Moaning you turn your head to the side and bury your nose into the wool collar of Ricks jacket again. His heady scent making your eyes roll back and your hips buck against your hand.

Your heart was beating loudly in your ears, the rush of adrenaline only turning you on more and you had to bite the material to stifle your moans. Your fingers rubbed small, quick circles on your clit, your movement’s limited due to your jeans blocking you.

It wasn’t enough, you needed more, you needed him.

A frustrated whine left your lips.

“Maybe it would feel better if you took your pants off.” A deep, familiar voice said, startling you.

You paled with embarrassment when you sat up to see Rick leaning in the doorway. His arms were crossed, and he wore a smirk as he looked at you with amusement.

“R-rick I–“

“Don’t mind me, keep going sweetheart.” Rick cut you off, stepping away from the doorframe and closing the bedroom door.

He turned around and resumed his position, this time against the wooden surface. His piercing blue eyes burned holes into you, making you squirm, “What?”

“Keep. Going.” Rick said, tone dropping and his face changing from amused to something darker.

The heat in your abdomen returns in full force and you involuntarily squeeze your thighs together. You watch the smirk return to Ricks lips as he watches, and with an embarrassed flush you lay back down.

You resume the position you were in before, on your back with your hand shoved down your pants rubbing your clit. This time though, when you turned your head to bury your nose into the jacket, you turned to face Rick.

Soon your embarrassment was forgotten as you let out a moan, your fingers circling your clit just right. You stared directly at the man of your desires, watching for a reaction.

Wanting to see how Rick would react to you touching yourself on his bed, while wearing his jacket.

All you got was Rick pulling his lips back against his teeth, making a ‘tsk’ sound, as he got off the door and began walking over toward you, “You’re so desperate for it you can’t even properly undress yourself?”

His boots rang like thunder against the hardwood floor, and if you were of clear mind you would’ve found it strange you didn’t hear it earlier. Instead the sound just made your hips buck, and you watched as he stopped in front of you.

You whined as Ricks hands touched your knees and slid down your thighs to rest at your hips. He began pulling your jeans and underwear off, and you stopped rubbing your clit, eagerly lifting your hips up to help him.

Suddenly Rick stopped though, and when you looked at his face confused, you saw he was glaring at you, “Did I say you could stop?”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. This only made his glare deepen and he tilted his head as he said, “Use your words.”

“N-no, you didn’t.” You choked out, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

“Then keep. Going.” Rick hissed, and you nodded frantically as you began rubbing yourself again.

Seeming satisfied, Rick started removing your pants and underwear again, exposing your aching core and your fingers playing with your clit.

Rick stared at you like he was in a trance, and it made your embarrassment come back while adding to your arousal. You flushed at his stare and moaned as his hands ran up and down the inside of your bare thighs, pushing your legs further apart.

You could feel your release getting closer and you rolled your hips as you whined, “Rick please.”

“Please what?” He asked, his voice sounding hoarse and his eyes never leaving your movements.

“Touch me.”

“I am touching you,” He answered plainly, hands squeezing your thighs as if to prove his point.

His grip only pushed you closer to the edge and you let out a frustrated groan, “But I’m gonna c-cum if I keep-“

“Then cum.” Rick said, finally looking into your eyes, “Isn’t that what you wanted? To make yourself cum while wearing my coat, laying on my bed?”

You moaned, arching your back and clenching around nothing, and his eyes flicked back to your center, “Now I just get to watch.”

That was it, that was all it took. You came with a loud shout, hips bucking against your hand and head turning into the wool collar.

Ricks hands were still rubbing along your thighs as he talked you through it, “That’s it, good girl. Let me see just how good you feel.”

You had barely finished riding out the high of your orgasm before you felt two fingers push inside of you, making you gasp, “You’re drenched from just rubbing your clit?”

“Rick wait!” You cried out, trying to move away from him. His fingers inside of you were too much, the pleasure turning painful. His free hand moved to your abdomen, holding you in place as his fingers curled inside of you.

“A minute ago you were begging me to touch you and now you want me to wait?” Rick teased you, that mean smirk back on his face.

A sob escaped your lips and you closed your eyes as tears filled them, “T-too much!”

“You can take it, sweetheart.” Rick leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Tell you what, doll. I’ll stop teasing you and just fuck you, if you tell me what it is you like about that jacket so much, Mhmm? Sound good?”

As if to seal the deal, Rick began thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a brutal pace. You cried out, arching into him unintentionally. Your hands came up to weakly push at him, trying to get him to stop, but it was useless.

“Come on baby, it has to be something.” Rick cooed, pulling away from your ear to watch your face closely, “I mean, you came in here and put it on to touch yourself. Obviously you like it a lot.”

“I-it’s y-yours!” You managed to get out, hands no longer pushing him away but holding on for dear life.

You opened your eyes saw Ricks pupils dilate but he just shook his head, “No. That might be part of it, but that’s not the whole thing. Come on, why do you like it so much? I mean, it still has blood stains.”

The loud moan that escaped your lips startled both of you. Ricks fingers stopped and your eyes widened in panic.

Shit! He’s going to think I’m insane and kick me out and-

The smirk Rick had before was replaced with something almost manic, “So that’s it.”

His fingers were moving inside of you again, curling instantly to find your sweet spot and making you see stars. The hand on your pelvis began sliding up, pushing your shirt along with it, revealing more of your skin as he stared at you in wonder.

“That’s what it is, you like that I’ve killed so many people and walkers while wearing it, huh darling?” Rick asked, and leaned closer to you. His words, his fingers and his closeness were all pulling you back to the edge. The pain from overstimulation completely gone, and now you were rocking against his hand between your legs.

“So what is it exactly that gets you this wet, huh baby? Is it that I’ve killed people? That I’m capable of killing people? Or that I’m willing to protect the people I care about at any cost?”

You looked at him with teary eyes and choked out, “T-that you’d be willing to k-kill for m-me!”

Ricks face softens just the slightest bit, “Oh sweetheart, I’ve already killed for you.”

Your orgasm ripped through you suddenly, making your hips come off the bed and your juices spray everywhere. You didn’t even realize you were squirting, your senses were zeroed in on how Rick felt finger fucking you as you came down from your high.

Soon it became too much again and you started pushing at him, and this time Rick actually took pity on you. He slipped his fingers from your sopping cunt and put them in his mouth. You heard him moan around the digits as he licked them clean and you blushed when you finally realized what a mess you made.

The front of Ricks shirt was soaked, along with the bed and the jacket underneath you. You blushed deeper at the thought and covered your face with your hands as you huffed out tiredly, “I’m sorry for- Ah!”

You were cut off by a rough slap to your pussy, sending a shockwave through your body and making you flinch violently. You uncovered your face and looked at him, completely taken aback.

Rick just glared at you as he began unbuttoning his shirt, “Finish that sentence and I won’t fuck you.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly clamp your mouth shut. He smirks, shrugging his shirt off, “Good girl, now undress for me.”

Sitting up, you only hesitated a little before letting the jacket slip from your shoulders and pool around your waist. As you pull your shirt over your head, you hear the buckle of Ricks holster. Throwing your shirt to the floor you watch as he sets the gun on the bed next to you.

The idea of fucking with it on the bed makes you squirm in excitement.

The sound of a belt buckle draws you back to the man standing above you, and you look up to see him smirking at you, “You’re one kinky little slut aren’t you?”

You blush a look away from him, instead focusing on unhooking your bra. When you finally got the damn thing unclasped and you let it fall from your chest, you heard Rick make a noise.

Looking up you saw that he was staring at you again. This time at your now exposed chest, and he reached one hand out to squeeze one of your breasts, while the other pulled his belt from the loops of his pants.

You sighed at the feeling of his palm pressing against your nipple, “Please hurry Rick, need you.”

“So impatient for someone who’s cum twice,” Rick teased, letting go of you to pull himself out of his now unzipped jeans.

Then he did something that both shocked and delighted you.

Rick reached down and slid his jacket from around your waist, before bringing it up and slipping his arms into the sleeves.

You shivered at the sight of him, in that jacket, and you can’t help the little whimper that escapes you. Then you realize the positions you’re in, him fully clothed except for his cock and balls, and you completely naked and already soaked in your own juices.

“Fuck,” You moan, and you just can’t help yourself anymore. Reaching up, you grab the collar of the jacket you love so much, and pull him in for a kiss.

Rick instantly kisses you back, one of his hands coming up to hold the back of your head as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You hum into him, and allow him to push you on your back.

You feel the drag of his cock between your folds, gathering your slick up, and you moan breaking the kiss. Ricks teeth sink into your bottom lip as you feel the head of his cock push against your entrance.

Letting your lip go he groans, “You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl, right?”

“Yes! Yes please let me take your cock please!” You cry out, desperately trying not to roll your hips to try and push him inside of you.

“Good,” Is all the warning you get before Rick pushes fully inside of you in one thrust. You cry out and instantly wrap your arms and legs around him to ground yourself.

You didn’t really register how big he was a moment ago, but now that he’s inside of you, you can feel every inch of him splitting you open.

“R-Rick!” You sob, shaking in his arms, and you feel his beard tickle your skin as he kisses along your neck.

“Take it sweetheart, I know you can.” He growls against your skin, biting down in the crevice between your neck and jaw.

You barely got a moment to adjust before Rick started moving. His thrusts were quick and hard, making your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curls. One of his hands gripped your thigh so tight you were sure you would have finger shaped bruises, while the other stayed planted next to your head.

“Fuck,” It was Rick who moaned, and the sound made your eyes roll to the back of your head, “Feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

“O-oh god,” You whine, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging.

“Shit baby,” Rick groans, hips stuttering slightly. “This what you wanted, Huh? Me fucking you while wearing this jacket you like so much?”

“Yes! Yes fuck!” You yell, rocking your hips to meet his, “I’m so close Rick please!”

“Come on baby,” Rick grunts, squeezing a hand between the two of you to rub at your sensitive clit, “Cum for me, cum on my cock.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before you do exactly that. You cum so hard it almost hurts, nails digging into Ricks skin so hard you’re probably drawing blood.

The feeling of you squeezing around him like a vice pulls Rick right over the edge with you. He spills inside of you with a grunt, filling you with his hot seed.

You lay there limp when you come down from your high, limbs slipping from around Rick as he carelessly pulls out of you and fall to lay down at your side.

You’re both breathing heavily, you’re throat feels raw from how much you screamed and the cum cooling between your legs feels gross.

You’ve never felt better.

With a happy sigh you turn your head to the side to see Rick already looking at you. There’s a smile on his face and his eyes hold that same amusement from earlier.

“So… my jacket, huh?”

You playfully push his face away.

…idek

[moraxsthrone]

everyone talking about going hard with wrio - tying him up, him tying you up, punishing him, him punishing you, feral!wrio, etc. etc. and while that’s all well and good (i love that shit PLEASE) why aren’t we also talking about soft!wrio???

what about when you come to see him at work and he’s been having a bad day?

you arrive to find him sitting with his elbows on his desk, massaging his temples and he tells the guard that escorted you in not to let anyone in for the next hour. even the guards snicker outside his door, assuming the two of you are getting down to sexy business. to be fair, they're not wrong.

you’ve led wrio to the sofa before pouring him some freshly brewed tea.

“i’ll be fine, love. just need some time to clear my head,” he says, leaning back with his eyes closed.

“let me help, baby,” you say, giving him a soft, loving kiss on his cheek before sliding down onto your knees between his thick, muscular legs.

you massage his thighs, kneading some of the tension away as you work your way up. you look up at Wrio when a quiet groan forms in his throat to find him with his head laid back and forearm draped over his (probably) closed eyes and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. one of your hands ventures underneath his vested shirt to feel the heat of his hard abs and the coarseness of his thick, black happy trail. before long, his shape is apparent through his pants, semi already straining against the gray fabric. he looks down at you with those pretty blue eyes, so soft for you. watching as you unbuckle his belt and free his half-hard cock.

“damn, babe…this isn’t what i had in mind, but i’m not complaining…”

you smile up at him with a brief, cheeky laugh. “let me take care of you, wriothesley. just relax…”

and relax he does as you suck the stress right out of him. slow, long pulls on his engorged cock that’s almost too big to fit more than the tip in your mouth. your hand makes up the difference around his shaft, however, and it’s not long before he’s panting your name.

“fuck, babe…that’s it,” he whispers, his un-gloved fingers carding through your hair, gently petting you, admiring you as you take your time with him.

there’s still the occasional gag and near-constant wet sucking sounds but they’re unhurried, deliberate until his hips start to buck and his cock twitches in your mouth. wrio’s fingers tighten just a little in your hair as he spills himself inside your mouth, biting the back of his fist to keep from moaning too loudly.

once you’ve properly cleaned him up with your tongue, he tucks himself away and pulls you up into his strong arms. you straddle him and just…hug him.

“thank you, love,” he whispers next to your ear before pulling you down with him on the couch to join him for a nap.

or what about when he comes upstairs late at night to find you already asleep in bed?

wrio undresses himself before sliding in behind you, a gentle arm wrapping itself around your waist to pull you closer to him. you stir and he quietly apologizes for waking you up and urges you to go back to sleep, but you need him.

gods, you need him.

so you roll over and kiss him deeply, bidding him welcome as he rolls between your naked thighs. his thick cock reaches its full erection quickly with the way it glides over your slick folds. you remain locked in a long, tender kiss with him, breathing each other's air, warm tongues swirling. your arms wrap around his neck as he cradles your back, a mess of languid hips and quivering thighs when he enters you. you both moan in unison at the pressure, the stretch, the feeling of finally, finally being as close as you can possibly be at the end of a long day apart.

wrio stroking his thumb over your cheek, light as a feather, as you stare into those baby blues, so full of love and adoration for you, only you. your bodies moving together, slow and strong, as you profess your endless love for one another between quiet gasps and clipped moans. cupping wriothesley’s cheeks when he dips his forehead to your collarbone, his pace picking up slightly, but still fucking you with long, deep thrusts. his hot breath against your moist skin when you tell him to cum inside you, when you tell him you need him. moments later, his hips jerk erratically before stilling completely and you feel him throb against your walls, spending his thick, warm cum inside you. 

what about when he wakes up in the morning with you?

…holding you fast to him when you try to get up. and when you giggle and make a feeble attempt to struggle - “but wriothesley, i have to get ready for work~” - he holds you there, tighter, right where you belong, safe and warm with your head tucked perfectly against his chest. a small, mischievous smile plays at the corners of his lips but his eyes remain closed. “just a little while longer, love…” he slurs, his voice still heavy with sleep, “let me keep you all to myself just a little while longer…”

[monamipencil]

teasing bf! wonwoo with a fleshlight

genre; nsfw, established relationship | warnings; heavy edging, reader is so mean, begging (like so much, he might as well call her mommy) not proofread. mdni <3 | a/n; my mind took off with this one. honestly in love with sub men who beg to cum.

you hum, inspecting the toy your boyfriend had bought recently. it weighs light in your hand, and you poke at the clear ‘flesh’ held inside the plastic container. wonwoo watches with anticipation as you stay silent, investigating the sex toy. 

he would be lying if he said that he isn’t turned on by the thought of you using a fleshlight on him. especially, after seeing that damned video pop up on his homepage on twitter. he was flabbergasted to see a nude video pop up out of nowhere. then it turned into intrigue when he actually watched it. (and, it was on his homepage ‘cause mingyu liked it, promptly receiving a scolding from the older).

his dick is already hard and straining painfully beneath his boxers, heart pounding and eyes wide with anticipation. and he’s hanging onto sanity by a thread, which breaks when you smirk up at him. your smirk turns into laughter when you look at your boyfriend who is seated obediently on the couch, staring at you with wide, cute eyes. 

he laughs along with you, well, he tries to. his heart is in his throat, and heat licks skin, pricks of sweat forming on his skin. you inch closer to him, shifting to flash him your cleavage. “you’ll let me use it on you?” you ask, noting the deep breath he takes before nodding eagerly. he’s way too eager, immediately pulling his shirt off. you let out a heart laugh again and he joins in, smiling at you with a blush. 

oh, how that smile is gonna be wiped off. 

the cuffs chained to your bedpost clinks as wonwoo strains his hands against them, whining and bucking his hips into the fleshlight. “ah, ah, ah,” you tease, pulling the toy off him completely. you’ve been doing this for the past 20 minutes or so. when wonwoo asked you to use the fleshlight on him, he didn’t think you’d do this. 

he easily complied to your request of cuffing him. oh, how he regrets it now. all those times he was mean to you in bed is really coming back to bite his ass now. you sink the toy down on his tip and you stop, not going down any further as you’ve been doing for the past few minutes. 

you’re straddling his thighs as he lays on the bed, wiggling around and whining. “pleasee, pleasee!” he begs, legs trembling and his cock abused. his glasses fog up, his eyebrows knit together and he whines again. the sight is so addicting that you don’t want to stop. he looks so pretty like this. at your disposal. 

wonwoo’s mind is numb with zero thoughts, he only wants you to fuck him with the fleshlight. his cock is rock hard and untended as you continue teasing his tip. the feeling of the meaty fleshlight wrapping around his bulbous tip is so euphoric yet torturous. he strains again, pushing his hips upward again but to no avail as you pull the toy away from him. 

he’s about to cry at this point. sure he has edged himself sometimes and you did too but not to this extent. to the point where he’s so blinded by pure lust and neediness. he feels the sobs in his chest and his lips quiver, the pending orgasm building up in his stomach. but you don’t give him the satisfaction, pulling away every time he’s about to cum. 

“please, y/n, pleaseee! i’m begging you. just, just.. i don’t know. fuckk, pleasee…” he begs and you smile sadistically at him. his chest heaves heavily with labored breaths and a sheen of sweat covers his body in a heavenly glow. fucking hell, he looks pretty under you, writhing for pleasure. 

you bend down, taking the toy off him to lick his sensitive tip. he gasps, feeling your warm mouth wrap around his aching tip. that’s his breaking point. warm tears cascade down his face and he sobs as you bob your head up and down. he curses loudly, pushing his hips forward and accidentally gagging you. you gag on his length and he gasps, cumming down your throat without warning. 

his vision goes black after reaching the high he’s been chasing for the past half an hour. you choke on his cum, trying to swallow but cannot as you spit it out on his cock. he came so much. you take in his form again. his legs are trembling and his mouth is parted as he takes quick, deep breaths. his chest rises up and down, and his cock and abs are covered in his cum. 

you take off his glasses and he looks at you, eyes blurred with tears. a lazy smile decorates his face and he leans in when you touch his cheek. that was probably the best orgasm he’s ever had and he’s about to thank you, thinking that you’re going to uncuff him now. but he watches as you back down, grabbing the fleshlight and his now flaccid dick again. 

oh, you’re far from done.

tags; @seungkwanschicken @aaa-sia

[rxzennia]

oral sex

✎𓂃 in the case of aventurine giving | m! reader

it’s taking everything in you to stay still. aventurine has you spread out in bed, his mouth around your dick and his hands on your thighs. your back is arched into the mattress and you’re trying your best to not whimper, but there really isn’t much you can do when he’s got your hips held down firmly.

“w-wait, babe, wait,” you hiss, shuddering and twitching so beautifully under him, “not there, it feels weird…”

“weird?” aventurine repeats slowly, lifting his head and staring up at you with hazy eyes. “how weird?”

you inhale sharply; your precum is all over his tongue and slowly dripping from his parted lips. he’s so adorable like this, panting and dazed as he goes down on you. such a shame that you’d promised to let him do all the work tonight, because all you’re itching to do is to shove him down onto the bed and fuck his tight throat.

aeons, he’s such a sight that you almost missed the question entirely. “good weird. c’mon, back to work.” you caress his cheek with one hand, gently trying to coax him back to giving you the head of your life. “you’re doing so well, give me more.”

you don’t need to tell him twice. aventurine doesn’t hesitate to lick and tease around your tip, his tongue digging carefully into your slit and feeling the veins on the side, until he slowly lowers his mouth and deepthroats you.

“oh, oh, aven,” you moan, physically restraining yourself from grabbing his head and doing whatever you want. “mm, that’s good,” you sigh loudly as your hips buck involuntarily, “you feel so good, i don’t think i can-”

“shh, you can,” aventurine coos, moving one hand to play with your balls as he bobs his head, “be good for me, hm? you promised.”

so pretty.

your boyfriend is so fucking pretty. your cock bulging in his throat every time he takes it all the way, his swollen lips covered in saliva and precum, his face colored a dark pink as tears bead at his eyes, and his own arousal straining against his pants…

you want to mess him up. 

“you,” aventurine stutters when he feels you get bigger in his mouth, “you, hngh, why’d you-”

“sorry, baby,” you say between gritted teeth. you’re about to lose it; you sit up and carefully slip your hands into his hair, and you hold him in place as you thrust into his mouth. “ah, your mouth is so warm,” you groan, tugging lightly at his hair while you move, “i can’t help it, you feel too damn good.”

the way you bite your bottom lip as you move is so intoxicating, the way your skin glistens with sweat as you pick up the pace and abuse his throat, aventurine can’t think anymore. like a possessed man, he seeks out your thick cock in his mouth, your taste, your body, and your affection. 

“ah, augh, hngh, please,” aventurine gags, with how rough you’re going, but he absolutely loves it. “harder, fuck me harder.” his words come out muffled, slurping and swirling his tongue like he just can’t get enough of your liquids. “please, please, i need, i…”

“oh, you need it?” your soft smile twists into a smirk, your grip tightening ever so slightly in his hair. “what do you need?” you’re feeling mischievous; you pull him off of you and take some time admiring his teary eyes, messy lips, and the sticky semi-clear liquid dripping down his chin. “aeons, you’re absolutely divine,” you say as you swipe away the beading tears with your thumbs, “tell me, baby. tell me and i’ll give it to you.”

“i need to taste you,” aventurine whines, a cute sound of annoyance when he doesn’t feel your cock between his lips, “i want your cum down my throat. please?” he adds, as if that would make you tease him less, “please?”

you stare at your lovely boyfriend, almost gasping at how desperate he is. you’ve gotten him all hot and bothered before, but it’s rare that he gets so needy for you. your hands slide down his face and you caress him gently, until you decide to slip your hands into his hair once more and shove him down your throbbing cock the exact moment you thrust upwards. 

“attaboy, that’s it,” you purr, holding aventurine’s head firmly as you take a moment to revel in the snug velvet of his mouth. “mm, that’s it, good boy, is this what you want?” 

“gah-eugh, hngh, mmf! y-yes!” he chokes, but he refuses to tap out. he allows you to push past his gag reflex and make him cry with each and every motion of yours. “i, i, augh, yes, i love it.” he ruts his hips harder, grinding against nothing as he sobs and moans, “aah, i can’t help myself… you’re so big!”

“like being called a good boy, huh?” you chuckle; aventurine likes to act tough, but whenever you give him what he likes, he melts into such a pretty puddle for you. “good boy, rinnie, you’re such a good boy,” you breath out between pleasured moans, “i’m, i’m close, oh, i’m going to come inside,” you ramble, your hips stuttering as you struggle to keep up the pace, “can i? rinnie, please, can i?”

he nods, his hands groping all over your thighs, your ass, all while he tries his very best to work harder for your cum in his mouth. he absolutely adores this sight, you’re drowning in feelings only he can give you, and you’re enjoying it so much that you can’t help but whimper for him.

“yes, yes, do it,” aventurine chokes out around your cock, his fingers gliding along your arched back. “do it, c’mon, lemme taste you…”

you keen sharply, bucking your hips one last time and grabbing onto your boyfriend’s head tightly. “fuck, i can’t, i can’t, baby, aah–” your thrusts become sporadic as you twitch helplessly, hot cum shooting straight down aventurine’s throat as you keep grinding yourself against his face– “oh, oh, that’s so good, fuck, rinnie, you’re so good, you’re doing so well.”

“hn, hmf, mh?” aventurine moans at how much you’re pouring into him, but he isn’t complaining, he swallows with practiced ease before he slowly eases off of you, a strand of milky white dangling from his lips. “bleh… you came so much…” he pants, crawling up the bed and laying down on top of you, “your turn to take care of me, you bastard.”

you laugh heartily, your hands are already reaching for the drawer on the nightstand. “of course, just sit back and relax,” you whisper, giving your sweet lover a kiss on his cheek. “we have the entire night still in front of us.”

[niilue]

Obanai + bratty sub + orgasm denial + fem reader

⎯ obanai iguro • kny

cw: dom reader, female reader, bratty obanai, orgasm denial

niilue's 3k event

iguro squirmed and writhed beneath her, his cock twitching in her hand as she continued to stroke him, teasing him with the promise of release that she knew she would never grant. his breath came in ragged gasps, his hips bucking instinctively against her touch, and he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge. but just as he thought he could bear it no longer, she increased the pressure on his engorged shaft, her grip tightening until it hurt.

"iguro," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "you know you're being a damn bratt, don't you?" she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "you know you shouldn't be this aroused, this turned on." she paused, her touch growing more insistent, and he felt himself losing control. "but you can't help it, can you?"

iguro's head thrashed back and forth, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. he wanted to beg, to plead with her to let him come, but he knew better. he knew that she would never grant him that release, not until she was ready. and deep down, he loved her for it. he loved the way she dominated him, the way she controlled him so completely. it was the only thing that felt right.

his body trembled as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to overwhelm him at any moment. he felt her fingers begin to move faster, her nails scraping lightly against his skin, and he arched his back, moaning loudly. "fuck…" he managed to whisper, the word little more than a breath.

"fuck, please… i can't take it anymore…" he groaned, his voice laced with desperation. but she ignored him, her grip on his cock unyielding. iguro felt himself about to explode, his body tensing as he tried to hold back the oncoming orgasm. "fine!" he yelled, his voice muffled by the mattress. "i'll be good! just let me cum!" he let out a shuddering breath, realizing too late that he had just given her the power to deny him again.

"i'm sorry, i can't hear you," she said, her voice cold and distant. "i thought you were being bad." she continued to stroke him, her grip unyielding, her touch growing more demanding. "maybe if you were a good boy, you'd get what you want."

iguro's body thrashed beneath her, his mind awhirl with conflicting emotions. part of him wanted to lash out, to demand what he deserved, but another part of him knew better. he knew that she was in control, and that to defy her would be to lose her forever. so instead, he buried his face in the pillow, biting down on the soft fabric as the pleasure built inside him, threatening to consume him.

"please…" he moaned, his voice muffled by the pillow. "i'm sorry… i'll be good… i promise…" he felt himself getting closer and closer, his cock throbbing in her hand as he begged for release. but she only smiled, her eyes fixed on him, her expression mocking.

"maybe next time," she purred, her fingers moving faster, harder. "if you're a really good boy." and with that, she increased the pressure on his cock, her nails digging into his skin, driving him closer and closer to the edge. iguro arched his back, his hips bucking frantically against her hand, but it was no use. she had him right where she wanted him.

word count: 568

[lunerabo]

Ask: Thinking about grabbing the back of geto's hair and face fucking him with a strap he's such a pretty boy and imo prefers being treated with more rough and degratory words but the aftercare he receives HAS to be the most loving heart-wrenching shit

quiet

cw: dom!AFAB!Reader, sub!Suguru, mean Reader, cockdrunk Suguru, fauxjob, rough face fucking, degradation, hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, aftercare

You aren’t sure what it is that does it for him. It brings you no pleasure, nor him, yet it’s something he insists on whenever you have the opportunity for it. He’s filthy about it, slobbering and slurping and moaning around something you aren’t sure he still knows is fake. There’s a dazed look to him, one that pairs almost too well with the tongue that hangs from his open jaw every time he releases it to breathe, before going right back in and shoving it down his throat once again. He gags, you almost don’t even notice it for how well he maintains his enthusiasm.

You watch on in perverted fascination, gaze involuntarily fixed on his furrowed brow, his blush, his tears—and you’re overcome with the desire to force him to take even more. He could take it. And he would be eager about it, too, if his display of hunger for cock is anything to go by.

You buck—ripping from him a surprised gagging sound—a loud groan following closely behind, one that makes you quiver.

“You like this?”

He never quite takes his mouth away, only pulling away just enough to breathe comfortably through his nose, to form a single, breathy response:

“Mhm! M-mhm!”

You grab a fistful of his hair, yanking him back and forth on the fake cock jutting out from your pelvis. Eager and trembling hands find your thighs, square fingertips digging into the supple flesh for some semblance of support.

He cranes his neck and the strap bends, tugging at his top lip as he slides backward and gives you those eyes, those eyes that make you wish the cock were real so you could feel him convulse around its length and fuck your seed down his throat.

It’s so damn filthy, and so so embarrassing for a man like him to be put in a position like this, but that’s precisely what he gets out of it. It’s a different kind of high he chases, one that makes him feel like something to be used and discarded, made to do these things purely for the viewing pleasure of the one above him. A performer, putting on a private show for someone he favors.

“Mm, don’t you want my tongue on you for real?” He purrs, sliding large and firm hands over your thighs.

“Quiet,” you snarl, “it’s terribly poor manners to talk with your mouth full.”

And he goes so willingly, so easily pushed, despite how you pick up the pace and fuck into his mouth with a force that’s sure to leave him with unable to speak for a good long while. He sobs around it unable to resist taking hold of his cock and pumping furiously, hoping you’ll understand. You’re not that cruel, right?

But you inch your foot forward and press your toes down on his wrist, pinning it to the floor, bringing his whole body down a little ways. You’re not that cruel, right? Right?

“Greedy little thing. You better watch that hand, pretty one. Do your job, and keep taking it.”

He’s at a different angle now, looking upward, as you hunch over and fuck his throat.

Ah, that may have been a bit much, you think, as he taps your thigh firmly. But he doesn’t withdraw, instead encouraging you to keep at your previous pace, without skipping a beat. You appreciate the gesture, but you do worry that he may be overdoing it. You release his wrist from under your foot, nudging it between his legs as if to give him the okay to touch himself. He’s grateful, moaning loudly with his mouth full, squeezing his weeping tip.

He cums fast, nearly inhaling his own drool as he hiccups and slides off of your cock, thick and heavy strings of saliva slipping down his chin. He whines, hand covered in cum, trembling and dumb.

“Hey, you okay? Do you need a minute?” You ask, and his lack of response has you a little concerned. “Can I go grab a washcloth or do you need me here for a bit?”

“Go- yeah, go ahead.”

You rush, all hastened breaths and drumming fingers as the water heats. Hands steady again the closer you get to him, dabbing away at outstretched hands and quivering thighs.

“I think you might’ve forced yourself a little,” you comment, thumbs swiping away the spit on his chin and jaw. You punctuate the statement with a kiss on his forehead. He settles quickly, standing without you asking him to. A hand raises to gesture to his neck for all of a half second, and you’re already leading him to the kitchen, filling the kettle and choosing some leaves.

“You really don’t need to,” he tells you, only as loudly as his voice will now allow, and you hush him.

“It’s a good thing I want to, then. Take it, it’ll help your throat. As will the honey, so don’t complain about it being sweet.” Belatedly, you seize the opportunity. “… Honey.”

His eyes narrow as he processes, an amused frown pulling his lips taut.

“That was terrible.”

“I know. But you’re smiling aren’t you?”

“I’m smiling because we’re standing nude in a kitchen, making tea, and you crack a joke about honey.”

The absurdity does make you grin, you suppose. He’s not the only one turning a little pink now, and you can’t seem to stop yourself taking his hand in yours. His affection is returned easily and unrestrained, bringing you in and backing you into the edge of the counter to kiss you like there’s nothing else that might ever occupy his mind.

It’s a pleasant silence, one that slips into the small room and between you and warms the both of you despite frigid countertops and arctic air conditioning.

The kettle begins to whistle.