#he was blushing and writhing around. moaning in pain and pleasure. both of us panting a lot

[dickliquidizer]

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[itz-stus]

Were neeedddd part 2 NSFW for the unknown seductress!!!!!

Okay so this is my first time writing NSFW okay, first of this is not proof read and ohhhh I was so much fun writing!!! I was literally blushing so muchhhh

Unknown Seductress

part-1 | part-2

Masterlist

Dazai and you entered the nearest hotel room as soon as the door was locked and put on and he turned around first, it was kissing, then heated make-outs, and eventually, your back was on the bed as he towered over you, roughly kissing you.

you moaned into it, completely ignoring the way his hands fiddled with your shimmery top and eventually hooking off the bra taking it off and throwing it in some corner of the room, and continuing the steamy session.

His hands traveled to your waist as his kisses moved down to your neck and then your collarbone.

He nipped at your flesh before he went for the prize, unbuttoning and ripping off your shirt until it fell to the floor revealing your perfect petite body. His hand ran up and down one breast before he bent down, grabbing it gently

His hands played with them, pitching your nipples as you moaned softly.

And so he got the idea that he would go further, cupping them in his hands and squeezing them hard enough to make you gasp.

Before you could stop him, he went to bite one nipple, which made you push him against your breath harder.

He felt himself getting hard against your warm flesh, as you could tell from how you were rubbing yourself against his groin.

You didn't care about anything else but pleasing each other, his kisses and bites getting more sensual as he undid his shirt kissing you again.

His hands gently stroked your core as he ripped out your dancing skirt only to find your damp panties.

He pushed them aside and took you in his mouth again, playing with your folds, while sliding a finger inside you, massaging your g-spot.

A soft moan escaped you when he touched you there, making you wrap your legs around.

Your moan sounded like honey to him as he bite your earlobe kissing your cheek as he pushed his fingers inside you.

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders as he slid another finger inside you before sucking your nipple harder.

It was too much to take, you bucked and cried out as an orgasm ripped through you.

Dazai just kept pumping them inside of you slapping his wrist on your clit as your moans and lewd noises filled the room.

"I'm gonna cum Dazai," you screamed out as you shuddered. "I'm gonna cum so fucking bad"

He removed his fingers from your core making you whine from the loss of contact.

He moved his mouth to kiss your neck nibbling it lightly, and bit it before moving back up to your lips, tasting your sweetness, as he moved down your body to finally taste your core.

"Mhmm, don't you taste sweet~" He teased and licked your core slowly at first, but then a little faster before going deeper still. You let out another moan as his tongue flicked at your sensitive folds. His pace quickened and he buried his face into your wet folds licking.

He ate your core inside out as you were squirming in his touch. It was so hot watching him lick your most intimate place, hearing him mumble how sweet you tasted.

Suddenly he pulled away from you, stood between your legs, and looked at your exposed state as he chuckled;

"Look how much of a mess you made." He caressed your shaking thighs as he felt her grind on his member.

He chuckled and teased, "Always so needy~"

Using both hands to lift your ass slightly off the bed and then shoved his cock deep inside you without any warning, causing you to scream out in pain and pleasure at the same time.

With every inch, it leaned forward, rubbing his throbbing member against your slit, sliding it slowly into you, making you writhe under him, panting heavily as he slowly filled you.

"Fuck" you sighed and panted "Oh my god yes~ "

He went slow at first but picked up the pace as you began moaning in pleasure. He grabbed your ass as he thrust into you, faster and faster.

When Dazai sneaks his tongue past your lips and draws a soft moan from you, he smiles into the kiss. He finally has you where he's been wanting you for the entire night. You melt into his muscular arms and paw at his chest like you want something more from him, but all he does is chuckle at your silent plea.

Breaking the kiss, a thin string of saliva connects your lips to his and your breath comes out in short huffs. You moaned as you rolled your hips pushing him deeper inside you as he chuckled at your hasty behaviour. Dazai smiles as he sees the hazy look on your face. "Look at you finally using your hips for something more useful," he praises.

As you're moaning and pushing his rock-hard member deep into you, Dazai grips your hip firmly with his right hand and slides his left hand up your body and between your breasts to cup your jaw in his palm. As his cock pounds in deeper.

He can't help but smirk. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he muses more to himself than you, and before you can say anything, he dips his head low and greedily. sucks your nipple into his mouth.

Arching your back off the mattress, you moan his name in broken syllables. White strands of hair tickle your skin, but that's not even the most distracting thing. It's the way he grabs your tits, gropes them, and swirls his tongue around your nipples.

"A-ah, Osamu!" Your hands fly into his hair, tugging at the roots, but Dazai pays you no mind. He groans in appreciation. "Slow down! P-Ah-Please!," you beg but he skillfully ignores your pleas like always.

"Should have thought of it before acting so slutty in the bar, belladonna~?" He said as he groaned when your gummy walls tightened around him.

"Damn...your tight..."

He finishes each thrust with a roll of his hips and groans whenever your gummy walls flutter around him, needing him to stay right where he is.

Suddenly, your eyes go wide and a little scream is torn from your throat. "Ah! 'Samu! Right there!"

He chuckled, "I know belladonna, I know," He said as he pounded harder and exploited your G-spot.

Your orgasm comes crashing down on you with one skilled roll of Dazai's hips. A yell of his name tears through your throat as you cum all over his cock, making a mess of his lap and the sheets below. He keeps you in check as you squirm and sob and he whispers sweet praises into your ear that go in one ear and out the other. He helps you ride the waves of your high.

"Fuck, gonna fill this sweet cunt up..," Dazai groans and thrusts into your abused cunt a few more times before he buries his face in your neck, groaning your name loudly as he squirts thick ropes of cum right inside. His hips come to a halt as he grinds his essence deeper into you until it seeps out from where he's plugging your hole so deliciously.

[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 31: Sexual Slavery (Vaulted Bonds)

Day 31: Sexual Slavery Title: Vaulted Bonds Pairing: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Spinner, Kurogiri, Muscular) x Reader Word Count: 6k Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, branding, marking, degradation, misogynist Dabi, double pentration (two cocks in one hole and two cocks in seperate holes), praise kink, soft marking and biting, cumflation, size difference, belly bulge, mist bondage, mist tentacle sex, orgasm denial, daddy kink, pet play (of the puppy variety), watersports, overstimulation, rough sex, creampies Note: Sequel to Vault 68, Kinktober Day 1 gangbang. Thank you so much for everyone���s patience while I finished this. Kinktober was an exhausting, wild, but incredibly amazing experience and I’m glad that I can say I finished it! Even if it’s in March, don’t judge. Also thank you to @tamakisbunnygirl​ for talking this over with me and reading it over for me!

Kinktober Masterlist

Life was so very easy lately.

No fighting for survival, no worrying about radiation, no bandits, super mutants, or anything else to avoid.

No, you simply had to please the villains you were locked up with, allow them to use whatever holes they wanted to use whenever they wanted to use them.

You were unimaginably sore for the first week, something that Spinner noticed instantly. He was always the kinder one, the one who soothed your abused cunt with various creams he found. Dabi laughed, of course. He enjoyed seeing you limp around the vault after a particularly rough session with him.

Muscular did too, although he typically bent you over with a boast of seeing how much more sore he could make you.

Kurogiri was one of the kinder ones as well, although his concern always had a mocking, manipulative flair to it. You could never quite figure the man out, and his lack of expressions on his misty form did not help you read him.

Shigaraki would whisper words about how sorry he was while tracing patterns along your skin in an attempt to soothe you., You would almost think he was acting nice, until he whispered that you still have a mouth you can use, and wasn’t he just the best for letting you use that instead of that currently useless cunt between your legs? Or that tight asshole, it hadn’t been used as much, right? He could use it instead.

Currently, you were in Dabi’s bed waiting for him to get back from grabbing food. He hadn’t touched you yet, and you’re enjoying the peace and quiet until he comes barging in. He has a cruel glint in his eyes, erection already straining against his pants and you can already tell this is going to be a rough time for you.

“Why do you have clothes on?” Dabi instantly says, looking with distaste at the long t-shirt and panties you’re currently wearing. You cringe at the tone in his voice.

“I - I got cold,” you mutter quietly, hoping that he won’t use this as an excuse to be even rougher. But you know Dabi by this point, and you know that punishment is awaiting you. “I’m sorry.”

“Not fucking sorry enough,” he growls, palms lighting up with blue flame as he advances towards you. You instinctively crawl backwards from the fire, wanting to avoid it. But he grabs your ankle and yanks you towards him.

His hand touches your shirt, catching it on fire at the same time as he rips it off your body. He tosses it to the side, pulling your panties off too. He isn’t careful with his flames, and you hiss at the pain, the smell of burning flesh rising up and hitting your nose. You glance down and see a small, singed mark on your flesh to join the rest of the bruises and burns on your body from the rest of them.

“Your skin looks so beautiful with burns, doll,” Dabi snorts, “I dunno why I haven’t covered you with them even more.” He holds you down with one hand as he unzips his pants, although holding you down isn’t necessary anymore.

You’ve already learned what happens when you resist Dabi.

He guides himself to your already wet pussy, lining up and snapping his hips to fill you with one sharp thrust. You let out a gasp, still unprepared for the Jacob’s Ladder running up his length despite how many times he’s fucked you at this point.

“You like that, whore?” He chuckles as his hands wrap around your neck. “This is all you’re good for.” He sets a fast pace, barely giving you any time to get used to him. “You’re nothing but a fucking hole for me to use.” You choke and splutter as his grip tightens around your throat, hands reaching up to claw at his arms as you try to get air into your lungs.

The Jacob’s ladder piercing grinds against your g-spot, and despite everything, you feel the tension building up inside of you as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your lungs burn with the need for air, black spots appearing at the edge of your vision. “You look so fucking good like this,” Dabi laughs sadistically.

Just when you think you’re about to pass out, he releases your throat and you take deep gulping breaths. The lack of oxygen and the insistent grinding of the piercings against your inner walls has your orgasm even more intense as the tension inside of you snaps.

You moan as your pussy flutters and clenches around Dabi’s cock, and he snickers. “Fucking whore, getting off to me choking you.”

His hands reach up to grip your breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly as he tweaks your nipples. They’re quickly hard and standing at attention as he continues to pound into your now dripping pussy, and you whine as you feel yourself building back up to another orgasm.

“Dabi, please - “

“Please what? You want to cum again, whore? I already gave you a freebie, so you better fucking beg like your life depends on it.”

“Please, I want to cum, please let me cum!”

“Tell me you’re a whore, that the only good thing about you are these fucking holes. You’re nothing but something for me to fuck, a cum dumpster”

You cringe at the words, knowing that he’ll punish you if you don’t do what he says. And as much as you hate it, you know you want to cum again.

“I’m a whore! I’m nothing but holes for you to fuck, Dabi!”

“Be more convincing,” he snarls as his hands heat up on your hips, causing you to scream as he singes your skin.

“I’m nothing but a whore for you to use! I’m a cumdumpster, I’m a useless whore only good for you to fuck!”

His hands heat up even more as his finger comes up to trace patterns on your skin. Tears run freely down your face as you smell burning flesh yet again. You don’t want to, but you find yourself glancing down anyway, wanting to see what he’s doing.

When you see the letter D, you know exactly what he intends to do.

You try to hold still as much as you can, not wanting to make this even worse. But the pain is so extreme, and he continues to fuck you even through what he’s doing. The conflicting feelings has your head spinning, unsure whether to feel the pain or the pleasure. Ultimately, you decide to focus on the pleasure. It’s shameful, but at least it’s not agony.

By the time he finishes his name, you’re cumming again with a choked sob as you squeeze his cock. “Fuck, you really are a little painslut aren’t you? Good, because I fucking love hurting you.”

His pace stutters, becoming uneven as he thrusts right against your cervix and shoots hot ropes of cum against it. You whimper as you feel the heat spreading through your core, body trembling from both pain and pleasure.

He pulls out abruptly, stroking himself out the rest of the way as he shoots cum on your new burn. You sob as it hits the wound, stinging like fire as you writhe around on the bed.

Dabi stands up, throwing your t-shirt at you as he points to the door. “You can get the fuck out now, whore. Don’t want you dirtying up the place any more than you already have.”

You give a nod as you stand up on shaky legs, pulling the shirt over your head as you wobble towards the door. You’re able to make it outside before you collapse on the floor. Spinner just happens to be in the hallway, and he rushes over to you.

“Oh god, are you okay?” He leans down, lifting your shirt up as he stares at the burn on your hip. “That brute,” he whispers quietly, picking you up in his arms as he carries you to his room. “Let me take care of you.”

He lays you down in the bed as he looks for one of his many soothing creams and a washcloth. He dabs at the burn as gently as he can, trying to get as much of the now dried cum off your skin as he can before applying a burn cream.

“Does that feel better?” He asks a bit shyly, only now noticing how undressed you are. He’s always been on the shy side, the one most hesitant to take advantage of you. Although that hadn’t stopped him.

“Yeah, it does. Thank you, Spinner.” He preens a bit at the praise, one of his claws tracing a light pattern down your stomach.

“Can I - “ He trails off, unable to finish the sentence as he glances away. You know exactly what he’s asking, and you give a soft sigh as you nod your head.

He blushes a bit as he lifts your shirt up, making an angry noise as he touches each of the bruises and burns Dabi left on your body. “He is so rough with you,” he admonishes the other man, “you should be cherished like the jewel you really are.”

He slides down your body until he reaches your thighs, leaning down between your legs as he tentatively licks your folds. “You taste so good,” he moans as his tongue dives into your heated flesh.

Spinner’s tongue works its way inside of you, causing you to let out a choked moan as you lay back and let take care of you. He takes the back of his knuckle as he rubs your swollen clit, careful not to touch you with claws.

His tongue fucks you like a cock would, getting far deeper than a normal man’s tongue as the tip grazes your cervix. The feeling drives you mad, and you already feel the pressure of your muscles tightening up. “Spinner, don’t stop - “

He hums against your skin as he keeps tongue fucking you, quickening the pace as he feels you clench down around his tongue. His knuckle works against your clit, only increasing the pleasure as you finally topple over the edge. He licks up your juices as you gush around his mouth like he’s starving before pulling away.

In no time at all, you hear clothes beginning to shuffle and two cocks spring up from his pants. They’re both huge, and you always have a moment of doubt that they’ll fit inside of you.

But despite how kind Spinner is, he’s always determined to make them fit. You briefly wonder if he’ll put one in your ass and one in your pussy, or if he’ll simply fill you up with both of them. You don’t know which one you prefer.

When you feel him rubbing his cocks along your slick, you instantly know what he intends to do. A secret thrill runs through you at the thought of being so completely full.

He begins to push inside of you gently, your wetness aiding him in moving. You let out a broken moan as you feel your pussy stretch to accommodate him, head thrown back as your legs shake. He gets past your tight outer ring of muscle and keeps going, the ridges and scales along his cock pressing against your walls in such an amazing way that you cum just from the feeling alone.

“Fuck, Spinner - “

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re doing so well, sweetie.” Your previous orgasms have loosened you up enough that he’s able to bottom out inside of you relatively easily, stilling for a while to allow you to adjust. “So beautiful,” he murmurs as he strokes a claw down your face. “So amazing, you feel so good around me.”

You preen at the praise, always loving how kindly he treats you.

He waits until you give him a quick nod to indicate you’re ready before he begins to move, and you let out a wail as he starts to thrust. You feel so impossibly full, so amazing that you wish you could always feel this full.

“Spinner, please, faster!”

He instantly obeys you, grabbing your hips to force you back onto his cock. His heavy balls smack against the curve of your ass with every sharp thrust, and you can hear the wet noises of your bodies joining as they fill the room.

“So damned good, so tight for me - you’re squeezing my cock so well, sweetie.”

“I’m going to - “

He moves to start rubbing your clit as soon as the words leave your mouth. “Then cum for me, I wanna see how pretty you look when you’re cumming around my cocks.”

The tension snaps as you clench down around him, gasping and moaning as your body convulses. “It - feels so good - “

Spinner groans as his teeth sink into the meat of your neck, marking you just as surely as Dabi did. Feeling you squeeze around him is more than he can handle, and he follows you into orgasm. Both cocks shoot ropes of cum into you, and you can feel it leaking out around him. Your belly bulges just a bit, a sight that leaves Spinner feral as he thrusts his way through his own orgasm.

Finally his cocks become too sensitive, and he pulls out as he collapses beside you. He pulls you into his arms, cooing sweet words at you as you curl up against his warm scales. “You did so well for me, sweetie.”

He brushes the bite mark on your neck, wanting to feel bad but loving the sign of possession that he left on you. He traces over the bite mark with a claw.

You smile at the tenderness, needing this after Dabi’s rough ministrations. You could stay like this for hours, if it weren’t for Muscular bursting through the door.

“It’s my turn with the toy,” Muscular instantly demands, and Spinner reluctantly releases you as Muscular grabs you. He throws you over his shoulder, carrying you out like a caveman dragging you into his lair.

He takes you immediately to his room, throwing you down on the bed and wasting no time unzipping his pants. “You had Spinner’s cocks shoved up there, so I don’t need to prep you, do I?” Muscular snicks as he frees his massive cock from his pants, not even bothering to get fully undressed before he’s lining himself up with your entrance.

“Wait, please go easy on - “

But it’s too late, and he’s already buried inside of you. Muscular’s singular cock is still bigger even than Spinner’s two, and you feel like you’re going to tear without preparation. He doesn’t bother to let you adjust, pounding into you instantly and drawing tears from your eyes. You feel so fucking full, almost painful in the fullness and he’s only just started.

“Such a good cunt,” he growls out as his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs. He lifts you up onto his lap so that he can thrust up into you faster, getting even deeper and causing you to squeeze around him. “So fucking tight, I can barely move. But I can fix that.”

You feel his cock begin to expand inside of you, and your eyes widen in fear and terror. “Please, no!”

But it’s too late, having already activated his quirk to make his cock bigger. Your walls stretch even more, and you howl as you’re thrown into a sudden orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body convulsing as you’re fucked ruthlessly through your orgasm. “Please, too much - “

“I’m not done with your fucking cunt yet,” he snarls as his cock shrinks just a bit, leaving more room for him to thrust even harder. “Going to fill you up so fucking well, gonna make sure you can’t walk for a fucking week.”

You don’t doubt that, having experienced this many times already. You whine and whimper as he jackhammers into you, not even bothering to touch your clit in a mad rush to cum as quickly as he can.

When he finally cums, he forces his way up to your cervix as he cums directly against it. There is so much cum that you can feel your belly begin to bulge, see the little pocket of cum that he’s filling you with. You cum one last time, screaming out your orgasm. Your fluttering walls force some of his cum out of you, causing it to make a mess of the bed underneath you and coating Muscular’s thick thighs.

He pants a bit, relaxing for a second before you can feel him begin to harden inside of you again.

“No, please, it’s too much, I can’t -”

“I fucking say when it’s too much, slut,” he growls at you as he begins to thrust again. This time, he manages to be even rougher with you, fingers digging bruises into your skin as he fucks up into your tight heat. “Wanna fill you up, see that belly bulge even more.”

You whimper as you feel him begin to twitch, relieved that he’s going to cum so quickly while also dreading what happens afterwards. He cums with a grunt, even more cum shooting from the head of his cock. The skin of your belly stretches lewdly, the bulge becoming even more noticeable as the cum is trapped inside of you, unable to leak out around his cock.

He pulls out and strokes himself off the rest of the way on your stomach where the bulge is, coating your skin with hot cum. He reaches down to press against the bulge, laughing sadistically when his cum gushes out of you and soaks his bed. He drops you almost instantly onto the wet spot, standing up and walking towards the door.

“I’m done,” he declares before simply leaving the room. You take a few minutes to recover, rolling out of the bed and collapsing to your knees, unable to hold yourself up on your legs. But you find yourself not needing to walk as a portal opens up underneath you, dropping you into the arms of Kurogiri.

“I think it’s time that you spend some time with your daddy, don’t you?” The man muses, cradling you in his arms as he lays you down on the floor. Mist springs up around you, wrapping around your arms and holding you down. It also swirls up around your legs, forcing you to spread them open and reveal yourself to his gaze.

“That was a question.” Kurogiri says in a dark voice, and you know that means he wants an answer.

“Yes daddy,” you whisper to him, face flushing at having to call him that.

“Good girl,” he praises you, and you feel warmth rise up in you at the praise. “Be good for daddy and he’ll be good to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.”

You feel one of the cold misty tendrils probing at your ass, and your eyes widen as it begins to push inside. Kurogiri chuckles as he lowers himself to the floor, hand coming down to unzip his dress pants and pull his cock out. You can never tell just how big he is because of the shadows and mist around it, but you know how big it feels inside of you.

Your legs are spread even wider as he settles himself in between them, sliding easily in because of all of the wetness down there. He bottoms out almost instantly before setting a slow but steady pace. One of the tendrils attaches itself to your clit, sucking and pulling at the sore bead and causing you to let out a broken moan.

“It feels so good - “ you moan before remembering to add, “daddy”

“You can’t cum without my permission, do you understand?”

“Yes daddy, I understand.”

But you can already feel the tension at the insistent suckling of your clit by the mist, and you squirm as you try to think of anything else but the pressure building up inside of you. You throw your head from side to side, legs shaking and quivering at the strain of trying not to cum.

“Can I cum, daddy? Please let me cum!”

“Hmm, I don’t think you’ve been a good enough girl yet. Should bad girls cum before their daddies?”

“N-n-no,” you whisper.” Your nails dig into the palms of your hands, hoping the pain will distract you from the need to cum. But it only adds to the pleasure, causing you to almost topple over the edge.

“Daddy,” you whine, “I can’t hold out - “

The wet smacking of his balls hitting the curve of your ass fill the room as he roughly fucks you, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming back inside. “Yes you can, you’re such a good girl.”

You really want to be a good girl, and so you distract yourself as much as you can. You think of anything and everything, trying to ignore the tendril still attached to your clit. Just when you think you can’t hold out anymore, you feel him begin to throb inside of you.

“Cum now! Cum along with daddy!”

You wail as you obey his command, body shaking as you’re thrown over the edge. Your orgasm is intense and powerful, and he simply fucks you harder through it. You feel warmth spreading through you as he finishes along with you.

“You were such a good girl, daddy is going to reward you.”

You know what his rewards can be, know that sometimes they don’t feel like rewards at all. And this time won’t be any different, as you feel a tendril of mist push against your ass and worm its way inside.

“Daddy, I don’t -” You trail off, not wanting to finish your sentence. Refusing a reward would result in a punishment, something that you did not want.

“Yes? What was that?” His voice takes on a dangerous tone, and you shake your head.

“Nothing. Thank you for a reward, daddy.”

His chest rumbles with laughter. A larger tendril comes to your abused cunt, pushing inside of you as well. “Good girl, don’t fight this.”

The tendrils take turns thrusting inside of you, one pulling out while the other one thrusts inside. The rhythm has your head spinning, stomach tightening up as you near an orgasm. In a near panic, you begin to beg.

“Daddy, can I cum? Please let me cum!”

“This is a reward, little girl. You may cum.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as you’re thrown over the edge, screaming out your orgasm.

“Hey, Kurogiri, I need - “ Shigaraki pauses, laughing in amusement as he sees you cumming around Kurogiri’s mist tentacles. “Oh, I see you’re busy,” he mocks.

“No, we were almost done if you want a turn.”

“I think I do, actually. It’s been a while since I’ve had a turn with my puppy.”

You cringe at the term, knowing exactly the degrading things Shigaraki is going to force you to do.

“I actually got you something, puppy.” He laughs sadistically, pulling out a leash and collar. “Isn’t it cute?”

Your eyes widen with horror, not wanting that to go around your neck. But Shigaraki’s eyes narrow at your lack of response. “Am I going to have to punish my puppy already?”

“N-n-no, you don’t have to punish me!”

“I think I do, since you left off the master,” his voice takes on a dark tone, and you wince.

“I’m sorry, master! You don’t have to punish me, master!”

“So you’ll wear the collar like a good puppy?”

“Yes master,” you say, defeated.

“Good puppy.” Kurogiri’s mist dissolves, leaving you on the floor in a destroyed heap. Shigaraki reaches down, showing you the collar and what it says.

Shigaraki’s Puppy. If lost, please return.

Tears run down your face as he attaches the collar around your neck, locking it in place and pocketing the key.

The key? You realize instantly that it’s not something you can ever take off yourself. You’re stuck with it for as long as Shigaraki wants you to be stuck with it.

He attaches the collar to the leash, yanking you upwards with it. “Get on all fours like a puppy.”

You obey, sensing his volatile mood already and not wanting a punishment. “Now, I’m going to take you for a walk.”

“Can - can I get dressed, at least?” You hated the thought of being paraded around the vault with absolutely no clothes.

“No. Puppies don’t wear clothes.”

You sniffle a bit as you walk on all fours, feeling absolutely humiliated. You trail behind him as he leads you to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Your stomach growls, not having eaten, and he instantly hears. “Oh, that reminds me. I got you another present.”

He pushes two bowls towards you on the floor.

A food and water bowl for pets.

“If you want to eat, then you better eat like a good little puppy. You glance up at him to see him smirking at you, almost daring you to refuse. You let out a soft sob as you crawl towards the bowls, reaching to pick one up before he snaps at you.

“Puppies don’t pick up their bowls.”

More tears run down your face as you lower yourself down, beginning to eat from the bowl as best as you can. Everything you have been through so far, all of the abuses, and this was one of the worst. Your body absolutely burns with humiliation as you lean down to get water from your bowl.

Once you’re done, Shigaraki drags you up, throwing you down onto the bed and climbing onto you. “Now, I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to be a good puppy.”

You give a quick nod, glancing away as you try to mentally prepare yourself. He wastes no time after your agreement, thrusting deep inside of you with one quick snap of his hips.

You realize something instantly.

You have to pee.

“Master, I - I need to pee,” you whisper quietly, hoping against hope that he’ll stop long enough to let you go to the bathroom.

“Oh? Then fucking go. Puppies don’t use toilets.”

“I - oh no, I can’t, please don’t make me - “

“Here, I’ll even help you.” He begins to press down on your bladder, and you squeal as you feel a bit of pee leak out. You clamp your muscles down, desperately trying to hold it. But it’s no use, and you squirm to try and relieve the pressure.

“Please stop, I don’t wanna - “

“Do it, puppy. Piss all over me.” He presses down harder, and you can’t hold out anymore. You wail as your bladder releases, pissing all over Shigaraki’s cock as he fucks you through it. He thrusts your piss back inside of you, the disgusting sloshing noises of your pussy causing you to wince and want to die with embarrassment.

He reaches down to smack you across the face. “Bad puppy, messing like that in the house.”

You whine as he continues to fuck you, smacking your other cheek as well. It’s humiliating more than it hurts, only being a small sting as he puts no real force behind it. But you still feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry master, I’m so sorry, please - “

“I should make you lick it up,” he growls, and you panic at the thought.

“Master, please no!”

He snorts as he flips you over onto all fours, forcing your head down to the bed as he begins to slam into you. His balls hit your clit and cause you to squeeze around him, and he laughs. “You like being my puppy, don’t you?”

“Yes, master,” you say quickly, not wanting to anger him. He aims for a spot inside of you that makes you see stars, reaching around to take your clit in between two fingers as he strokes you. You whine as you push back to meet his thrusts, seeking your own orgasm. “It feels so good, master!”

“Yeah? Then cum for your master.”

You finish at the same time as he does, feeling warmth spreading through you yet again as he cums inside of you. You whimper as your body trembles, collapsing against the bed in sheer exhaustion.

“Now what do you say?” Shigaraki prods at you, seeking only one answer.

“Thank you master.”

“Good pet.” He pats your head like he would a real dog, and you’re shamed to find yourself enjoying his attention.

“Now come on,” he demands, pulling on your leash. You wince as you slide off the bed, getting on all fours as you crawl into the main area of the vault. Everyone is there, and you burn with humiliation at all of them seeing you like this.

“Now that’s how all sluts should be,” Dabi snorts at the sight of you on all fours. “Naked, with cum dripping from their filthy little cunts.”

Spinner scoffs. “You don’t have to always be so crude, Dabi.”

“I wouldn’t have to be so crude if she wasn’t such a fucking slut.”

Dabi seems to get an idea in his head as he says that, smirk coming across his face. “You know, I have an idea.”

Your heart sinks into your chest at Dabi having any sort of idea that causes that smirk to be across his face. You know you won’t like it, not one bit.

“It’s been a while since we’ve all shared her, isn’t it? I think the little slut deserves to be completely ruined.”

He walks over to you, grabbing your leash from Shigaraki who allows it, watching with deep interest. He sits down on the floor, picking you up by your waist and prodding at your still tight asshole. “I think I wanna fuck you here,” he murmurs as he lowers you down on his cock. You whimper and whine as he slides into you balls deep.

Shigaraki already has his hard cock out, pressing the tip against your mouth. “Open wide, puppy.”

You open your mouth and he instantly shoves himself in, aiming for the back of your throat immediately. You barely remember to breathe through your nose, preventing yourself from gagging around his length. To your horror, you see the rest of the League walking over to you with purpose.

Muscular gets down on the floor facing Dabi, moving you to his massive cock. “I didn’t get her pussy last time we shared her, so it’s mine this time around.” Dabi snorts as he slows his movements, allowing Muscular to line up and begin to push inside. You’re already stretched out from everything else, but the sting still hurts as he slams against your cervix.

You want to complain, ask them to go slower, but Shigaraki begins to face fuck you, balls smacking aganst your chin with every thrust. “Fuck, puppy has gotten so good at sucking cock,” he grunts out as he feels his balls tighten.

“This cunt feels pretty fucking good too,” Muscular laughs as he activates his quirk, causing your eyes to widen in alarm as you feel him begin to grow inside of you again. Your walls stretch and stretch until you think they can’t possibly stretch anymore, but finally he stops before he tears you.

“Fuck, Muscular, the fuck did you just do? She got even tighter, holy fuck,” Dabi manages to grunt out, still pounding into your aching ass. “Keep it up.”

Muscular begins to move, slamming into you with powerful thrusts that has your head spinning. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Spinner take his cocks out and begin to stroke them furiously as he watches you be ruined by the other villains.

Kurogiri also stands nearby, cock out of his pants as he fists his length roughly. “My little girl does look so good like this,” he muses out loud.

Muscular groans as he nears his end, usually the first to cum as he never bothers to savor sex, instead choosing to seek his own orgasm. “Gonna fill this little cunt,” he manages to say as he shoots ropes of cum into you that leak out around his cock. “Fuck yes, so good - “

He pulls out when it becomes too much, and Spinner eagerly takes his place. “I want this pretty little pussy,” Spinner says as he enters you easily due to how much Muscular was able to stretch you out. “Feels so good to have both cocks inside, shit!”

“This dirty ass is pretty good too, so damned tight. You were fucking made for this, little cockslut,” Dabi grunts out, his pace becoming more erratic. “Gonna cum,” he manages to say before he follows through, causing warmth to spread through your ass.

Shigaraki is close too, as you can feel him begin to twitch inside of your mouth. He pulls out however, painting your face with white as he strokes his orgasm out. “Gotta love a facial,” he chuckles as Dabi snorts.

Kurogiri nears his orgasm as well, cumming on your tits as he lets out a soft groan. Only Spinner is left inside of you, and he goes feral on your pussy as he begins to pound you. He lifts up your legs so he can penetrate you deeper, and you cum with a strangled cry as you squirt around him.

You collapse completely, unable to hold yourself up anymore. And what’s when you all hear it.

The loud, clanging sound of the vault’s locking mechanism disengaging.

“The hell?” Dabi says as he sits up, walking over to the door and swinging the vault door open. It swings easily, revealing the stairs that lead to the outside world. “Guess it’s already been a month, huh.”

Hope blooms within you. Maybe they’ll let you go now, maybe you can be free of the hell they’ve put you through.

Shigaraki must be able to read the thoughts on your face, as he speaks up. “You know, puppy...you could just stay with us. Surely you don’t want to go back outside with the raiders, super mutants, and ghouls?”

You freeze for a second. You’ve been in a bubble of safety, having almost forgotten about all the dangers of the outside world. “I don’t - I mean, I was able to protect myself before - “

Dabi scoffs. “You’re a weak little slut who was hiding out in this vault instead of protecting yourself outside.”

Kurogiri joins in. “It wasn’t so bad being with us, was it? We’d protect you if you stay with us.”

Muscular shrugs. “Seems fair enough to me. We protect her and get to use all those holes anytime we want.”

“I - I really like you,” Spinner begins shyly, “and would love for you to stay with us.”

Now that you’re finally given a choice, the first one you’ve truly had for the past month, you are paralyzed.

The choice to leave the men behind, or to tackle the outside world. The vault isn’t sealed anymore, and there’s no guarantee of safety. Raiders take over vaults all the time, after all, and who is to say that won’t happen to this one?

But really; maybe they aren’t so bad. The fact that they are willing to let you go is more than you thought possible.

When you say the words that will seal your fate, everyone is happy.

You; because you made a choice of your own free will to stay with them.

And them; because they knew their broken little toy had no choice at all.

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[shorkbrian]

Can you write about step bro kirishima getting in the shower with you or something along those lines?

(This was supposed to be a Drabble but it’s like??? a one shot bt also a Drabble idek what's going on anymore)

okay a Thot™️ butokei okei oeki hear me out 

Friday night, you’re taking a shower and washing off all the grime from the day. The hot water is so relaxing and so you take a bit longer than you normally do, relishing in the heat loosening your tense muscles and flowing over you like a warm hug.

Step bro Kiri barges in, fresh from football practice that ran a little late - the school had been locked up so they couldn’t use the locker rooms. He’s sweaty and tired and he just wants to take a shower and pass out, hadn’t even realized you were in there.

Your hands fly to cover yourself, you yell at him to get out. He closes the bathroom door, but he’s on the wrong side, still inside the bathroom as he locks the door. Then he’s stripping out of his clothes, giving you that sweet, goofy grin.

“Aw, c’mon, can I just jump in with you? I’ll be real quick, promise.”

You shriek at him, still trying to cover yourself. “No! Leave, dude!”

But he just shakes his head, shucks off his jockstrap and you’re turning bright red, averting your eyes to the ceiling so you don’t have to see his dick (But holy cow, he’s huge)

And then he’s stepping in with you, putting his big hands on your shoulders to gently move you to the side so he can get under the spray of hot water. You splutter - what does he think he’s doing, you’re siblings!

You try to verbalize this, but Kirishima just shrugs. “I did it with my dad’s family.”

That elicits a frown. You were pretty sure he was an only child, and his dad had never talked about any other kids. But he wasn’t going to leave, and if it didn’t bother him, if it was normal and routine for him to shower and not be shy about his nakedness....

Still, you try your best to cover yourself as you reach for the conditioner. You’re a bit shy about your body, feel weak and chubby next to Kiri, who’s ripped as all fuck.

You’re battling with insecurity as you turn away from him, face the wall to start putting conditioner in your hair. Next thing you know, your stepbrother has his hands in your hair, scritching and scrubbing and helping you rub in the conditioner. 

Body tensing, you make to turn, bat his hands away but then you remember you’re naked, so you stay put. You huff at him as he refuses to let up, hands following you no matter how you move.

“Let me help, it’s the least I can do after intruding on your shower time.”

He washes your hair. Offers to help you scrub down too but you quickly decline. Then he’s handing you the shampoo and conditioner, asks if you wouldn’t mind getting his hair. It always such a pain to wash out all the gel.

His back is turned, you figure it’s not that big of a deal so you agree. 

You’re thorough and clinical, robotic as you scrub in the shampoo, wash it out. Squirt conditioner into your hands, massage that in. He’s sitting on the shower stool so you can reach, make it easier on your arms.

And then he moans.

You freeze up, but his hand catches yours before you can pull away from his head.

“Sorry, keep-keep going.”

You do, hesitantly. Your hand catches on a knot and you pull a little too hard, a few strands of hair come away and your stepbrother is moaning again, and you’re done - this is too weird, you’ll finish showering later.

Before you can turn, step out of the shower, Kirishima is facing you - eyes level with your chest.

“Kiri!” You yelp, covering your chest with your hands. His eyes flick downwards, in between your legs, and you quickly try to cover that part of your body too, but he catches your hand, standing up so he towers over you.

“Hey, hey... you’re beautiful, no need to hide. I don’t.” He winks at you as he grabs your other hand, pulling it away from your chest. You don’t have time to yell at him before he’s opening his mouth again.

“Wow, you’re really pretty, you know that? Prettiest girl I know.”

You’re blushing and trying to pull your hands back, but Kiri won’t let you, dark eyes flicking up to meet yours. He looks different like this - hair dark with water, hanging down in his face, eyes hooded and filled with an emotion you don’t dare try to decipher. You know you won’t like putting a name to that look.

“Look, you’re so pretty you made me all hard.”  He chuckles, chuckles.

Horrified, you can’t stop yourself from looking down, getting a full glance of the full dick between his legs, so big and heavy it’s barely pointed upwards. You blanch.

“Kiri let me go.”

“So soon? You haven’t rinsed out your hair yet.”

You’re pulling away from him harder now, but he’s so strong - you don’t even move. 

“It’s okay, I’ll do it later.”

“I wanna do somethin’ with you though, it’ll be fun.”

Your stomach twists and Kiri pulls you to his body with a quick jerk. You collide with his chest, feel his cock touching your stomach. His arms wrap around you, holding you in place. He starts to almost rock you, moving you back and forth with his body in a soothing manner.

“You know how in those cheesy movies the boy and the girl play pretend?”

Struggling is pointless, so you look up at him, confused.

“Y’know, like... pretend girlfriend? I wanna play pretend girlfriend with you.”

And then he’s reaching down with one hand, spreading your cunt, teasing a finger inside. You gasp, the intrusion surprising you, and then he’s pushing in another finger.

He fingers you open, rubbing at your walls, slowly adding more and more fingers and you don’t even know how many he has inside you, three? four? but it’s almost painful. Kirishima’s cooing in your ear the entire time.

“Mm, pretty girl, you’re doing so well.”

“Yeah, you’d be a good girlfriend, so submissive and sweet.”

“Look at you, sucking my fingers in like that. You like this? I do.”

His fingers come out with a squelch, and then he’s sitting down on the shower stool, pulling you into his lap. You don’t even know what to do, what to say. You’re cold and wet and isn’t this wrong? He’s your stepbrother.

His cock is thick, lengthy. It’s the biggest one you’ve ever taken, or even seen for that matter. But he’s relentless as he lowers you onto it, grunting with the effort of holding himself back from ramming into you, rutting like a wild animal.

Kirishima’s cock hits so deep, makes you gasp and pleasure zings up your spine, tummy twisting with how good it feels. When he bottoms out the both of you take big, gulping breaths, pausing. You pause to adjust to the size, Kiri pauses to stop himself from cumming too soon - he wants to enjoy this.

It takes a minute, but then he’s palming at your chest, looking up at your with those big dark eyes, flashing you a grin before sweetly kissing along your jaw, making you moan (moan? shouldn’t you be screaming?).

“Alright pretty baby, think you can help me out now? Feel so good, all wet and hot. You’re the best little girlfriend.”

You aren’t thinking as you get your feet under you, getting purchase on the wet tiles to slowly push yourself up, let his cock come out of you a few inches, before sinking back down. You’re listening to his voice, doing what he tells you to, shame coloring your cheeks.

It feels so good.

Thighs burning, you keep riding him, Kiri dipping down to suck at your tits, squeezing the mounds in his big hands. He’s such a large man, all muscles and hard lines, big enough that it takes him no effort to grab your hips, start moving you along his cock like a little fleshlight.

Immediately your hands fly to his hair, twisting in the wet strands, unintentionally tugging. 

Kiri moans.

His pace speeds up, you can hear the wet slap of your skin, he’s jostling you, treating you like a little rag doll as he spears you on his cock over and over. “Fuck, fuck, you’re-mmhh baby that’s good, do that again. Please do that again.”

You indulge him, grip his hair a little tighter and pull, and Kiri shouts, hips hammering against your ass. His cock is reaching so deep, hitting that special spot inside you without him even trying to. You’re writhing on his lap in pleasure, in disgust at yourself and at him, but you can’t go anywhere with his hands clamped tight around your waist.

“Kiri, Kiri! Gonna-gonna cum!” You warn him.

“Me too, fuck, just a little more baby.”

One of his giant hands slips down, fingers clumsily trying to find your clit. The second he does, you're already so sensitive and close that you cum, muscles clenching, eyes closing as you ride the delicious wave of your orgasm.

Kirishima follows soon after, his head thumping forward against the curve of your shoulder as he pants, wet warmth filling you up.

He helps clean you up after, fingers the cum out of you as he kisses you deep.

After that, Kiri wants to play pretend girlfriend with you every chance he can get, whenever your parents have a date night, late at night when he wakes up from a wet dream and you’re just a few doors away. He takes you out on pretend dates, “practice for when I get a real girlfriend!” he assures you. It doesn’t feel quite right, but he buys you ice cream if you let him feed it to you, and that's usually  the only weird thing that happens on these “pretend dates”. 

They're normal dates, normal when he takes you home and fucks you into the mattress after.

It’s easy to know when he’s in the mood, he says he wants to play your game, pretend girlfriend. He’s still the same old Kiri, the one that helps you with your homework, the one that likes playing Mario kart and loosing just so you’ll grin at him and toss the controller at him cause you know he let you win. 

Kirishima still bickers with you over who gets to sit where at dinner, still ruffles your hair whenever he passes you in the hall. Asks you to help him set up the karaoke machine so the two of you can sing horribly to stupid songs.

But now there’s the addition of him fucking you.

You aren’t sure this “pretend girlfriend” thing is really pretend.

Not like you can do anything about it

[lady-ragnvindr]

you more so have been an unassigned assistant for albedo. or rather care taker. 

with long sighs leaving your lips as you somehow always get the chief alchemist to leave the lab, if just for a few minutes. get him to eat food that has just been made, smoke coming from the hot foods and drinks. getting him to set a hygienic schedule. of course, he doesn't smell all that bad, but it does accumulate when never leaving and being surrounded by all sorts of potions and discoveries. not good of a scent for klee, if she were to visit, or anyone for the matter.

setting this favoritism did bring rumors and questions, but you denied any and all that were to circulate of being his lover. because you weren't, you were a friend and practically his care taker, and assistant.

you were no where near as informative on the subject of alchemy, but you did know a thing or two due to being around him a lot. so it came to no surprise when you would help him in what you can.

like sorting the potions and glass that klee had gotten her hands on. or moving a few boxes around when getting new equipment. handing him books, open to the section he needed it on. even making a basic potions that can aid in his future research. 

but you helped him. especially now.

when you got ready for the start of the week, ready to hand him an earful when he didn't leave his lab when you were out on a weeklong commission. with a basket of the nutritional food and drink, and some new materials that you saw he lacked of. you made your way to his lab.

seeing the sign of "lab in use" in it's bold black ink, you sighed when noticing the door is locked. grabbing your key, readying yourself to give him a short lecture on taking care of himself, a rather loud noise care from inside. it wasn't of anything falling or breaking, no explosions, if anything it sounded as if it came from a person.

with the door unlocked, you knocked three times before entering. nearly dropping your basket, and jaw at the sight in front of you. coat on the floor, boots taken off and looked as if thrown by his chair. gloves were on top of the table. his usual braid was undone, pale skin now tinted with a pink hue. even his hair, the tips looked as if he dipped them in a light pink dye.

heavy pants came from him. mumblings of incoherent words leaving his mouth, drool dripped down the corners of his lips. his eyes were closed. 

gulping down nothing when spotting his hands, better yet his shorts too. which pooled at his thighs and his hands moved across his length in a quick pace.

seeing him in such a state did something to you.

-"it's too hot." 

this time dropping your key at his words, he stopped at the sound and turned to your direction. you froze, mostly from him knowing that you're with him, but also from the eye color. his usual teal blue eyes, now pink.

-"it hurts. it hurts."

swallowing nothing and close the door, locking both of the locks. where with one of them, the only one with the key is albedo. placing your basket on a side table and walked to him with slow steps.

he kept mumbling of the heat and pain, his hands continued with the pace they had. wanting to do something, to help him, to release any pain he is enduring, but did you want to? his mind is probably already clouded with fogginess. probably couldn't give you any consensual reaction if you were to do something. you didn't want to strain your relationship with the alchemist after this. 

you lifted a hand, near his left cheek, yet you didn't touch him. his eyes were already open and had watched you getting closer to him. he went to lean against your palm but you pulled away. tears were gathering at his eyes. everything about the situation was screaming that this isn't right, that this isn't him. 

"so much. it hurts so much." 

a sound, similar to a a whimper, when you wiped the tears that fell. 

"can I touch you?"

nodding frantically at your question.

"use your words." 

you cupped his cheeks to continue wiping the tears that fell. with the prominent blush on his face, you could feel that he was burning.

-"yes please. please touch me. touch me. touch me." 

with one hand still on his face,the other traveled down. moving your thumb across his. he let go, your hand replacing his, and you set a pace. occasionally swiping your thumb in his head 

he shuddered, he groaned, he moaned in just a few seconds after speeding up. bucking his hips and without warning came. 

wiping your hand on his soiled shirt, and more noises left his lips.

-"more more more. please. plea-" 

your hand hadn't left his face, went over his lips. the table would be the best choice, but you didn't want to clean, the only other choice was that floor. you knew there was a side that had almost zero experiment cloud, usually kept simple for when someone visited.

"can you stand?"

you removed your hands from his body, and his torso moved as if to chase after your fleeting touch.

when he stood up, his legs wobbled and he fell back down on the chair. but before he did, you finally took notice of the hight difference. with his boots, he was able reach just above your nose bridge, but you never took notice as you were never this close. he had the perfect height for you to kiss his forehead

running your hands on his shirt to take it off, but he did himself. admiring his body before moving.

you were so thankful for joining the adventures guild to become stronger. and become strong you did. with ease, you were able to pick him up. placing both hands on his bum, and you felt something you haven't felt in awhile.

his legs wrapped around your waist, with his arms around you neck.  he felt a far better pleasure than what his hand could do.

"we're just gonna move a little." 

he stopped moving his hips, to hear your whisperd words on his ear.

you moved and settled him on the floor, that had a carpet. a loud whine, whether because he wasn't able to continue the friction, or your body no longer closer to him, or because of the squeeze he felt when your hands left his bum.

"im going to take off the rest of your clothes."

he rushed in helping you. and you, you sat back on your calves to admire him. 

"so beautiful." 

you whisperd to yourself, but he might have heard, if his legs moving to cage you or something said anything.

running your hands on his torso, from his shoulders to his waist before settling on his hips. you just couldn't stop staring at him. 

-"please." 

blinking away from his length, and stared at his face.

"is this fine?"

your hands found themselves on his inner thighs and they trembled. he reached for your hand that wasn't on his thigh. holding his fingers with your left, and your right had lowered to his length.

moving forward, your knees touched his bum, you tightened your grip on his hand before letting go. leaning down, his breath was labored and you couldn't stop yourself from touching his thighs again.

-"more, please." 

he whined and bucked, your hands lightly touching his length. he certainly wasn't big, nor small. but he wasn't thin either.  

"is this fine?"

-"yes." 

he nodded fast and you stared back down. needing to know that he was okay still 

it wasn't long before he came again, painting his stomach and chest. head red and still dribbling a bit. he twitch when you started your pace again. writhing from your touch, and you paused.

overstimulation. you thought. you wouldn't hurt him. not when he was in this state.

"still hot?"

-"is... is better." 

you sighed and had your hands move his legs. spreading them, careful to not touch him yet. leaning down, not caring about your shirt getting dirty when it met his torso

"green means to continue."

you spoke to him softly.

"yellow means to slow down."

you felt his arms go around your waist. his legs moved, but were still spread.

"red means to stop."

you heard him breath deeply. your face near his ear. leaving an open kiss where his shoulder and neck meet, and leaving more kisses around his neck.

"color?"

you would never forgive yourself if you hurt him when he is like this. 

-"green. green." 

it took a few minutes for him to respond. you were patient enough and just rubbed circles on his hip with your right hand.

humming and trailer kisses downwards. licking at his chest, mouthing at his nipples, all while your left hand held his. giving the other side the same attention and enjoyed the noises that fell from his lips.

a sudden whimper and his hand clutching tighter around your own, had you leaning away to let go. he had come a third time, but he whined as you lifted your torso. as you had only payed attention to his chest, you hadn't noticed his hips moving at the friction that your shirt gave when you were close.

-"give more. more more. please. just more."

it was all still new to you. seeing this side of him, one that probably doesn't even exist when sober.

sitting back on your calves and he whined once more. eyes trailing more down. it's to help him. you thought. not for yourself. avoiding the heat on your stomach when seeing his hole.

"tell me your color."

and your finger only rubbed the rim. his sudden jump from your action, had you pulling away.

-"green! it's green." 

he continued to repeat the word. hesitating for a moment and moved your right hand over his mouth. he only opened his mouth and you had to tell him to get them wet.

feeling that it was enough, you moved you hand below and inserted only your middle finger.

it only brought his fourth orgasm. blinking slightly at your finger, your knuckle barely touching him. then at his face.

it was flushed with more red, it couldn't be heat. was he embarrassed by it? eyes were closed and his hands were in fists by his sides.

"doing so well."

his leg that was propped up, and kissed his knee. 

"so well for me."

when moving your finger, you made sure to stare at his face, at his body. hoping to find that he isn't uncomfortable. he wasn't, he was only whining for more. 

"I'm going to add a second."

he groaned and his hips moved, pushing your fingers deeper than you wanted to. a whimper from him and a tsk from you. the stretch was big for him. you stopped moving, having him get used to it first.

"better?"

he breathed out and had you lean in when pulling at your left hand, the one you haven't let go. huffing a smile and let go to wipe his drool. continuing the rhythm and you finally noticed something, something you should have the second you started thrusting your fingers. 

he was wet. from what you knew, men aren't meant to be wet there. would it because of whatever happened before coming this way. no. what exactly happened?

blinking at the sudden pull from him, the whining of why you stopped, and his hips moving themselves when you stopped.

"still green?"

he nodded and you saw his eyes. they were back to his usual color but when he went to blink, the pink was back.

"I'm going to add a third, okay?"

wide eyes stared back at you and this time he pulled you in closer, just in time for your third finger to go deeper.

lips against lips. sighing into his mouth and made sure to continue thrusting. 

"you're doing so well." 

smiling and giving him a peck before leaning back. 

the smile dropped when your fingers pressed against a special nerve. gasping and his eyes closed. feeling him clench around your fingers when deciding to press again.

tears were falling as he came for the fifth time. noting that the pink tips on his hair got darker. his skin was no longer burning. and his legs dropped. body twitching here and there when removing your fingers.

moving yourself to get up. he shot up to grab you. wincing, and wide eyes.

"I'm just going to get the basket." 

you pointed over to the direction of where it sat and gave his sweaty forehead a kiss. brushing the hair that stuck to it and smiled at him.

you didn't take long to retrieve the item. opening it and you were glad to have gotten something that tastes just as good when gone cold as it would when warm.

"it's probably too much right now, so drink." 

getting the flask with the tea and move him to sit on your lap. he leaned undeniably close to you and his head fell in between your shoulder and neck.

taking small sips of the tea, he sluggishly wiped his lips and you were lucky to bring in bananas for yourself. 

"you still with me?"

he hummed and his face was facing your neck instead of the basket on your right. laughing a small bit and hand him a few slices. 

"I'm going to have you put you down for a bit-"

-"no."

"okay."

kissing his temple and brought him closer. not caring of getting dirty. 

you sighed into his hair, the tips getting lighter and his skin getting warmer.

"I'm guessing I'll be staying in here longer than a should."

only response was a shudder and a bite to your shoulder.

"certainly gotten bolder."

.....😳 I- please 🙏 😢 moreeee

[hispipsqueak]

Just One Time

Asahi x F!Reader - NSFW

TW: Angsty, cheating, scumbag reader, manipulation, pregnancy trapping, unprotected sex, sugar daddy Asahi, age gap (reader in mid twenties tho not specified) Asahi in 50′s, unprotected sex, daddy kink

WC: 2.5K

Summary: Asahi’s in a bad marriage and you are there to liven it up...or are you?

A/N: I woke up today and chose violence I guess. @cozykozume and @hiskittyyywrites​ read this and yelled at me so if you want to yell, I feel that. This started off as a sugar daddy Asahi fic but....we got this instead. Also I really want to hug Asahi. I apologize in advance.

All characters are 18+

It was only supposed to be one time.

Fuck.

It wasn’t even supposed to be one time.

Asahi wasn’t sure how the hell he ended up like this. You were hired to work on his show, doing makeup for the models. His job in the fashion industry put him around beautiful men and women every day, dressing them and posing them. Hell, he saw them naked and yet you, just you sitting there sipping on the glass of champagne at the after party for yet another successful campaign launch had his stomach in knots.

You smirked into your glass as you saw the older designer not so subtly watching you from across the room. Standing up you walked over to the tall man and placed a hand on his chest.

“Great show Mr. Azumane.” You smiled at him. You could feel him tense under his button up shirt.

“Uh, oh you can just call me Asahi. Y-yeah, you did an excellent job on their makeup as well. Your name is Y/N right?” 

You laughed, “Oh it’s so sweet you remembered. Most designers never pay attention to the crew...though you are certainly not like most designers.” With this, you slid your hand down his chest. “You’re so built for a fashion designer too.”

Asahi’s face reddened, and he choked on his drink.

“Uh, I uh, used to play volleyball a lot...and work out and stuff...sort of.” He stammered out and you let out another flirty giggle. 

“Clearly. You look amazing. Is there anything you can’t do?” 

Asahi was hyper aware of your hand on his chest roaming toward his bicep. Your nails grazed his skin. You gazed into his eyes and winked, before finishing your drink and putting the empty glass on the shelf behind him.

“Well...I guess I’m going to head out. Would you walk me out? I’m a little tipsy.”

The next thing you knew, you and Asahi were in the bathroom, his mouth on your neck. Your dress was tugged down below your chest and his fingers made quick work of your bra, throwing it across the room. He groped your tits, pinching and tugging at your nipples. You moaned out and he clapped his hand over your mouth.

“Shh...we can’t get caught.” His dark eyes stared into yours and yours widened.

“Of course.”

 Your eyes fell to the silver band on his left hand and your heart raced. Yes of course sleeping with an older married man was probably going to send you to hell, but fuck...it was hot.

You could see him becoming unsure, so you slid your hands to his belt, undoing it before dropping to your knees. You gazed up at him, doe-eyed and Asahi’s resolve crumbled, as he nodded. Your fingers grazed his boxer-clad member.

“Fuck, you’re so big. Can’t wait to taste you.” You whispered, pressing a kiss against his lower abs.

Asahi groaned out as you pulled out his cock, stroking him. Your other hand cupped his balls and he bit his lip to stifle his moan. Slipping him into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around the tip, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“Fuck that f-feels incredible.” Asahi’s panted out. He placed his hands above your head, nervous to put any pressure on you. You grinned.

“You can touch me. Let me take care of you daddy.” 

You took him further down your throat, and his hands fell to your hair as you bobbed up and down his cock. You moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to grip your hair tightly.

“F-fuck Y/N. You feel amazing. You’re so good.” Asahi muttered, his eyes closed. It had been so long, too fucking long since someone had worshipped him like this. Your mouth was divine and your moans caused his whole body to tremble. He could feel your throat clench around his cock, as you took him impossibly deeper and he looked down at you. Your eyes were glassy, your lipstick was smudged and you looked so incredibly lewd as you swallowed around his cock.

“Want to make you feel good. Let me have you.” Asahi grunted, pulling you up and bending you over the sink. You met his eyes in the mirror as he lined himself up with your entrance, before digging around in his slacks.

“Shit, condom. What…” He started. You giggled. 

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

You could see the hesitation in his eyes. You arched your back more and looked up at him.

“Please, daddy?”

Fuck it. Asahi sunk into you and you pressed your hand over your mouth. The stretch burned, and you felt like you were being split in half on his cock. He towered over you as he continued pushing his length into you and finally stilled to a stop.

“You okay?” He asked, seeing your body quivering in the mirror. You grinded your hips slowly as a response, stretching yourself on him. As you moved, the pain subsided until all you felt was pleasure. Seeing you work yourself on his cock had Asahi feral. His hands kneaded your ass and hips, feeling how your body begged for him and craved his touch,

“God, beautiful. You take me so well. You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered out, slowly pumping himself into you. He looked in the mirror as he fucked you, watched as your lips parted to spill moans that sounded like heaven to his ears. He could see your tits bounce with every thrust and it spurred him on even more. He knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn’t be fucking a girl twenty years younger than him in a bathroom at his party but when you looked up at him in the mirror, your eyeliner running down your cheeks and begged for daddy to fuck you harder, well he could only thrust into you faster and harder.

The sound of slapping skin filled the small room, only broken up by soft pants from both of you in an attempt to keep quiet, though you were failing. You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy and felt yourself slamming towards your peak as well.

“I’m so close, so close angel.” Asahi mumbled, his hand clutching the counter so tightly you were sure it would break.

“Cum inside me, fill me up. Fuck fuck FUCK!”, you moaned out as your cunt clenched around his cock. His hips stuttered and you felt him shoot his load deep inside your hole. You could feel his cock throbbing as it filled you, and he could feel the fluttering of your pussy as it sucked every drop out of him.

The two of you collapsed in a heap on the counter, and as you cleaned yourself up, you placed a quick kiss on his cheek before sneaking out of the room. Asahi ran some cold water, splashed his face, and tried to bury the memory of this occurrence.

It was just supposed to be one time.

But when he got home to a dark house, he couldn’t help but be consumed by thoughts of you. He quietly slipped into his bedroom, praying his wife wouldn’t suspect a thing. He undressed, slipping into bed.

“Sorry I’m so late, the party ran pretty…”

“Can you just hush? I’m trying to sleep and you have to be so loud.” his wife snapped, turning her back to him.

Asahi mumbled a soft apology, and placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Asahi, seriously I’m not in the fucking mood, can you just go to bed?” She shrugged him off. He turned to stare at the ceiling.

It was just one time...right?

Days passed and he tried to push past the guilt he felt by going out of his way for his wife. He set up a reservation for a fancy dinner at an exclusive restaurant in the city, The owner had a daughter who was apparently a big fan of Asahi’s designs so he was able to pull some strings and get a table. 

“Hey honey, I got us reservations for dinner tonight. You can wear that pretty red dress I like.” He smiled at her. She didn’t look up from her phone.

“I hate that dress. Why are we even going out? That place is ridiculously expensive.” 

Asahi felt his face get hot.

“W-well okay, what would you like to do tonight?”

Still fiddling with her phone, she shrugged.

“Why do we have to do anything? We aren’t young people. God, you don’t get enough partying with your little fashion stuff?” 

Asahi looked down at the floor.

“The place was pretty hard to get in. We really should go.” He stammered out, hoping she would change her mind.

She yawned. “Can’t you just take someone from work or something?”

-----

That was how one time turned to two.

Asahi couldn’t help it. You were so...fun. You hung onto his every word, asking him questions and laughing at his jokes. Your hands were always on him, his thighs, his arms, his chest. You looked at him like he hung the moon.

In turn, he loved spoiling you, lavishing you with high fashion pieces, unreleased from his collection. His guilt for not spending all his time with you led to him making up for it in material goods, which you definitely didn’t mind.

And the sex. God the sex.

You worshipped his cock, begged for him to ruin you. You were adventurous, letting him take control of you, teasing him in public, your fingers grazing his cock through his slacks, shooting him flirty looks as he blushed furiously.

Two times turned into five times, which soon led to a full blown affair. Asahi “worked late” so often, he was sure he’d be caught, but his house was always dark when he came home, his wife in bed asleep.

Yet, his phone had pictures of you, pictures you had taken in his clothes, in the lingerie he bought you that cost more than some people’s entire outfits.

His body still thought about you, the faces you made as you pleaded for his cock. He could imagine the chanting of “daddy” that fell from your lips as he fucked you brainless. Many nights, like tonight, he headed to his shower just to jack off to pictures and videos of your escapades. Your breathy moans filled his ear buds as he gripped the wall, imagining your writhing body underneath him, your warm cunt clamping down on his cock instead of his hand.

He came with a groan, cum splattering on the tile wall. Breathing hard, he turned the hot water on full blast.

Coming down, he watched the water wash his mess down the drain. He hated this feeling, the aftermath of his actions. Knowing his wife was asleep in the next room while he was getting off to his side piece. What kind of man was he? Yes, things had been not so great with his wife recently. But he still loved her...right?

Even if he didn’t want to answer that question and unpack that whole mess, she deserved respect. Not a husband who snuck around behind her back. He had to decide.

His eyes cast themselves down to his wedding band. It felt heavy on his hand.

He had to end things with you.

----

“Y/N, we need to talk.” Asahi’s voice shook, as he sipped his glass of water. The two of you were at his studio, a place he knew his wife would never be at. He hadn’t wanted to be in public when he broke the news to you so he invited you over, though now he was a little nervous to be alone with you.

“Asahi, I feel the same way.” You looked at him, biting your lip.

He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. This was fun but I feel terrible and I really need to work things out with my wife…”

Your eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about?” There was an edge to your voice, something he hadn’t heard coming from you.

Asahi’s dark eyes widened. “U-uh, this affair? We need to end it. Isn’t that what you meant?” His voice stammered as he watched your arms cross over yourself.

“Asahi, I’m pregnant.”

The room started spinning. The overhead lighting became harsh and he felt like he was underwater as those words repeated in his brain.

Pregnant....pregnant...pregnant

“Wh- what?! What about the pill?” He practically yelped, his face heating up. 

“It didn’t work I guess. I’m carrying your baby...and you’re trying to leave me?” You asked, your voice rising as you stood up. 

“I’m not trying to, I mean, I’m, I…” Asahi fumbled his words.

“You just said you want to work things out with ‘your wife’.” You spat the words out in disgust.

“I didn’t know you were pregnant! Are you...are we…?” He trailed off, looking at your stomach, which obviously had no visible changes and yet had visibly changed everything.

“Are you asking me if I’m keeping our baby?” Your eyes widened and Asahi could feel your anger seeping through the air. He quickly shook his head, desperately trying to diffuse the situation.

“No, no I’m n– I just meant...what should I do?” Asahi’s mouth went dry. His body felt like it was going to explode and he wanted the earth to swallow him, anything to get him out of this situation.

“You’re going to help me raise our child, Asahi. It’s our baby.” Your voice was cold. No longer the carefree, fun person he knew but instead a disconnected stranger, who he was now tied to forever.

Asahi put his head in his hands. He was ruined. His marriage was over. And now he was a father, at the ripe old age of 50 to a 20-something year old’s baby. This couldn’t be happening.

He felt your hands touch his shoulder and he looked up at you. Your eyes glittered with a look he couldn’t identify. 

“We have some announcements to make, don’t we daddy?” You smiled at him. He stared into space, before taking your hand and following you out the door.

Your heart soared as you prepared on how to tell his wife that she’d be moving out. Maybe you weren’t pregnant yet, but he didn’t have to know that. It’s not like you wouldn’t be soon enough.

After all, it was never just one time. 

[thotsome]

Over the Phone

Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: when Ron can't please you in person, he does it over the phone, and very successfully.

Warnings: Masturbation, using a dildo, little bit of degradation, basically smutty smut :)

Word count: 1k

~♡︎~ 

You paced around your room. You were frustrated, no, you were straight up horny. It sounded crass when you put it that way, but Ron was so busy as an auror you couldn't even see each other the whole day, even though both of you worked at the ministry.

You decided to check up on him. Today was date night, and he was late.

You'd phone him; you were proud of introducing the wizarding world to phones, it was more convenient than sending owls (you knew that as a half blood). You'd pitched in the idea, and the wizengamot had accepted easily, probably because you were a member of the jury yourself.

As you picked up your cell to call him, it suddenly rang. You checked the name. It was Ron. You picked up and excitedly asked him when he was coming home.

"Y/n I'm sorry I can't make it tonight. There's a lot to do, baby" you could hear the regret in his voice.

"It's date night Ron! I even wore your favourite lingerie."

"Bit more than just "date" on your mind, eh love?" He teased.

"Oh shut up, if you keep this up I'll have to use the toys."

Ron inhaled sharply. Then, after a pause he said

"You know y/n, that's a great idea. I'm in the bathroom. If I can't fuck you senseless, I'd rather you do it with the dildo than anyone else"

You giggled, "but you hate it when I use it!"

"Not if you do what I say, love"

It was strangely erotic to hear him say that. He was dominant in the bedroom, and you loved it. But this, hearing just his voice, having to imagine his face, made you a bit wet already. You took the dildo out of your side drawer and sat on your bed with your back leaning on the headboard.

"Well, what do I do then?" You reply saucily.

"Take off your bra"

You put the phone on speaker and unclipped that red netted bra Ron loved so much. Your breasts felt good and freer and you could see your nipples hardening.

"I did" you said.

"Are those perky boobs tired of waiting for me? Do they want to be touched?" Ron's voice was low.

"They do."

"Then touch them, squeeze them, y/n."

You pushed your breasts together like Ron liked to do and pinched your nipples, causing you to moan. Ron heard this and sounded pleased as he said "Do you like that baby?"

You did. You told him.

As your moans got more frequent, Ron asked "Are you wet?"

"I think so"

"Check"

"How?"

"You know how, you little slut."

You blushed, you did know.

You slid your wet panties down your stockings and split your legs.

You slipped a finger inside your folds, and instantly moaned. You were soaked.

You told Ron how wet you were.

"Mm yes my pretty whore's pussy is dripping for me?"

You gasped, it sounded atrocious, even though it was true.

"Let me hear it." came the next command. "Put the phone near your wet pussy."

"Ron!" You protested.

"Do it, slut."

You put the phone between your legs on the bed and slipped a finger inside. It made an indecent squelchy noise, only proving the fact that you needed him inside you. You heard Ron moan at the sound and then you could hear something else.

He was unzipping his pants.

"Is the commander getting horny for his slut's pussy over the phone?" It was your turn to tease him.

"Fuck, y/n" he was definitely going at it.

You smiled. You pumped your finger inside your pussy and slowly put another one in, stretching yourself out. As you writhed and moaned in pleasure, it sounded like Ron did too.

"Taste yourself" Ron said.

Well, this was a first, but many boundaries were crossed today, so why not?

You pulled your fingers out of your pussy and licked the middle finger's length.

"Mmm" you said.

That drove Ron crazy. "How do you taste, you little whore?" He growled.

"Sweet and just a bit salty" you replied, and smacked your lips.

"Oh Merlin, y/n" Ron groaned, clearly strained. "Get the dildo". And you did.

"Put it in"

As the toy penetrated you, you screamed in ecstasy. You got on your knees and slid up and down its length.

You moaned and panted as you rubbed your clit. You could hear Ron's pleasure through the speakers as he rubbed his cock thinking of you.

"Take it all in like a good slut, y/n"

You did. It was pain and pleasure and all through it, you screamed Ron's name.

"That's my good girl. But she needs a spanking for using a dildo rather than waiting for her master. Horny whore. Spank yourself."

You slapped your own ass and cried out in pleasure. Ron heard it and moaned your name before telling you to squeeze your boobs.

You arched your back and caressed your bouncing tits before squeezing them hard enough to leave marks.

All this was coaxing strange, primal sounds from you, but you loved it.

You increased your speed and both you and Ron could hear the noise of your buttcheeks slapping together.

You screamed Ron's name one final time before you almost blacked out from the pleasure. You'd climaxed.

Ron, hearing the noises you made as you came all over your dildo reached his peak too.

"You were amazing baby," Ron said before you heard him mutter a scourgify.

"So were you, Ron" you smiled.

"Hey y/n?" He said

"Hmm?"

"Keep the dildo out. We might wanna use it later. Or tonight" you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You shook your head playfully. "You'll have to satisfy me yourself, Mr. Weasley."

"Challenge accepted." Came the quick reply.

You laughed as you hung up. Best date night ever.

[aliendes]

BTS reaction to you squirting (M) NSFW

BTS reaction to you squirting NSFW 18+

This is my first time using the Tumblr GIF feature. If you do not want me to use your GIFs please let me know, I am new to this!

Warnings: squirting?, fingering, oral, overstim, toys, they’re mostly all kind of soft doms? lol oops, marking, exhibitionism kind of

A/N: Ok so I got a request from @blushingatyou for a soft dom Namjoon with marking, praise, and oral, so I included that in here! Hope you like it! :) and also I think I have a thing for Taehyung… he’s literally never been my bias or my bias wrecker, but I can’t help but write the filthiest things for him… why lol. Some of them are short - I’m sorrrrry. If you have a request, send me an ask ;D

Seokjin was on top of you thrusting his thick cock into your pussy. He was hitting all the right spots, the tip of his dick bumping into your cervix with each thrust. You could feel the pressure building in your core causing you to clench around Jin.

“A-ah!” You yelped as Seokjin brought his hand between you and pressed his thumb onto your swollen clit, “Jin!”

“Come on baby, cum for me,” his voice was low and breathy. He was panting hard, exacerbated from the quick pace he was keeping up. The room was filled with both of your heavy breathing and the sound of his balls smacking skin with each thrust.

“So- so close, Jin,” you were out of breath, eyes screwed shut as you let your orgasm build. You started to feel a pressure in your pussy that felt foreign to you, but it felt good. Really good. “J- Jin - I,”

Before you could finish your sentence the pressure snapped and you swear you lost consciousness for a moment, only seeing white behind your eyelids. The next thing you knew, Jin had halted his movements and was staring at your pussy in awe. You looked down and saw that his crotch and abdomen was soaked. He looked up at you, a goofy grin on his face, “You just squirted, babe.”

Your face flushed at his words, one hand coming up to cover your face. “Hey,” Seokjin leaned down and pulled your hand down, “don’t hide from me. That was insane. You are so fucking hot. Do you feel good?”

You did, you really did. You nodded at him and he leaned down and kissed you softly. “Think you got another one?”

Yoongi currently had you bent over your makeup vanity in your room. You were supposed to be going out for dinner tonight, both having the night off from work, but neither of you were able to keep your hands to yourself. The two of you hadn’t seen each other in almost a week, too busy with work. You didn’t even have time to touch yourself properly. You had a lot of built up desire and the moment your boyfriend walked through your door, all bets were off. 

A sharp slap came down hard on your ass cheek as Yoongi relentlessly pounded into you from behind. Your arms were bracing you against the desk, both of Yoongi’s large hands on your hips pulling you back to meet every thrust, one coming up every once in a while to give your ass a nice slap. You had a blooming red print on your cheek and Yoongi was loving it.

“That’s it baby girl,” he drawled, voice deep with lust, “you take my cock so well.”

You moaned at his words, pussy clenching hard around his thick cock. “Mmm, you love it don’t you,” he growled, “you love this cock.”

“Yoongi!” You yelped as his hand came down another time. Your nerves were on fire with arousal, pussy dripping down your thighs and onto your bedroom floor. The pleasure Yoongi was giving you was heightened because of your lack of release this past week. 

“Scream my name baby, let everyone hear whose fucking this pussy raw.”

“A-ah! Y-Yoongi!” You screamed as his hand snaked around your front, tips of two fingers rubbing vigorously onto your swollen bud. He reached down a bit gathering up your arousal and spreading it over your clit again. The moan it drew from your throat was so lewd it had him throwing his head back as he fucked into you with all his strength. He wasn’t usually this rough, but he missed your sweet, sweet cunt so much. Yoongi bent his knees slightly, fucking up into you so he could hit your sweet spot. “Ah!” You were sure your neighbors would call the cops soon.

“Cum for me baby, cum on this cock.” 

You felt the pressure in your pussy build and build until you couldn’t take it anymore and your legs were shaking with pleasure. Yoongi grabbed onto your hips, steadying you as he fucked you through your high, never letting up his pace. It wasn’t until your post orgasm haze started to fade that you realized the puddle on the floor. “What.. the…” you trailed off as Yoongi’s thrusts started to slow.

“You squirted all over me babe,” he said, smirk apparent in his voice, “you’re so fucking hot.” He picked up the pace again and slammed into you, chasing his own high. “Let’s see how many more times you can do that tonight.”

Hoseok knew exactly what he was doing, and you fucking loved it. He currently had you blindfolded on his bed, teasing your sensitive clit with a vibrator. He’s been edging you for the better part of the last hour, bringing you so close to orgasming and then pulling away completely. You were a writhing mess on his satin sheets, heightened even further by the blindfold you were currently wearing.

“Hoseok-ah!” You screamed as you felt his tongue plunge into your pussy without warning. He still held the pink silicone vibrator against your clit and he fucked his tongue into you, drinking up your taste. “Ah!” You couldn’t control your volume at this point, hands reaching to grab onto his hair.

He instantly pulled away at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, still holding the vibrating toy. “Uh-uh kitten, hands off,” he growled lowly, “only good girls get to cum. Now behave.”

You whimpered, slowly removing your hands from him and fisting the soft sheets instead. After a moment, you felt Hoseok inching closer to you until you could feel his hot breath of your dipping pussy making you jolt with excitement. He brought the vibrator back to your bud, just lightly touching it. The pleasure bordered on painful, not quite enough to bring you over the edge but enough to have your legs shaking. “You look so hot squirming under me, kitten,” Hoseok whispered against your pussy, licking a stripe from your hole up the side of your clit. You were a moaning mess, screaming at the intense feeling of his wet tongue and the strong vibrations. 

Just as you were about to topple over the edge, you expected Hoseok to pull away again, but instead he clicked the vibrator’s strength up all the way. “That’s it baby, cum for me,” a high pitch scream left your lips as your orgasm washed over you quicker than you expected, back arching high off the bed and you clenched down on nothing. Hoseok quickly stuck his tongue inside you and you came to ride you through your high. 

You laid back on the bed, head hitting the soft pillow as Hoseok clicked off the vibrator and slid up the bed towards you. “Feel good, kitten?” 

You nodded at him, a hazy look on your face as he reached over and pulled the blindfold off you. Your eyes took a moment to adjust, and the first thing you saw once they did was Hoseok’s glistening, grinning face. “What?” You asked hesitantly at the look on his face.

“You squirted,” he smirked.

You looked down between your legs immediately noticing how wet the bed sheets were. A blush instantly rose to your face at the mess. “S-sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassed.

Hoseok propped himself up over you and leaned down and kissed you passionately. “Sorry? No - baby that was so fucking hot. I can’t wait to do it again later.” You giggled at his salacious smile, covering your face with your hand.

“You look so good, dripping wet for me, love,” Namjoon whispered in your ear. He was propped up on one hand leaning over your body, the other hand traveling down your naked body until he reached your pussy. He ran two fingers through your slick before inserting them into you, causing a soft mewl to leave your throat. “So wet, so perfect.” His mouth traveled down your neck kissing and sucking lightly on the skin until he reached your collarbone. With his fingers still pumping slowly in and out of you, he sucked light purple bruises onto the skin of your decollete, marking you for everyone to see tomorrow. “Such a pretty baby.”

“Joon,” you moaned, drawing out his name. 

“Hmm,” his lips were still sucking at your chest, moving a little lower until your perky nipple was in his mouth. He lewdly sucked for a moment before pulling back with a ‘pop’. “Tell me what you want, love,” he looked up at you, lust present in his eyes.

You squirmed a little, making him halt the movement of his fingers inside you. You let out a loud whine at his actions, making him pull completely out of you and lightly slap your clit with his wet fingers. “Use your words baby,” he growled leaning up to bite your neck in warning.

“Ah!” You yelped, “Y-your fingers, Joon!”

“What else, love?”

“Y-your t-tongue!” You gasped as his fingers entered you again, adding a third one to stretch you further. You moaned at the slight burn in your core as he curled his fingers up to hit your g-spot. “Feels so-o-o good!”

“Mmm,” Namjoon made a noncommittal noise in his throat before moving down your body, fingers still wriggling inside you. “Such a good girl,” he whispered before slotting himself between your legs. You looked down at him as he looked up to meet your gaze, “Tell me what you want again.” He loved hearing you tell him how good he made you feel, how much you wanted him and you were happy to give it to him.

“Need your t-tongue, Joonie,” you whimpered, bottom lip jutting out slightly as you bucked your hips up into his hand, “ah!”

Namjoon placed his free hand on your stomach, holding you down as he smirked, “Dirty girl, can you squirt for me?”

You could feel the tell-tale pressure building inside you as he continued to wiggle his fingers upwards. You nodded your head quickly.

“Good girl,” he growled as he dove forward and latched his lips onto your pulsing clit, pulling a guttural scream from your lips. Namjoon pulled your clit lightly between his teeth and sucked, hard. Your vision went black, hands grabbing onto whatever you could of the bed sheets, back arching violently as your high hit you like a truck. Namjoon watched in awe as your pussy clenched around his digits, liquid squirting all over his hand and face. Your body was shaking under him as he slowly finger fucked you through your high. 

Once you came down from your high he brought his plush lips back down onto your swollen bud, gently lavishing you with his soft tongue. He slowly pulled his fingers from your aching hole and ran his wet tongue through your folds, lapping up your release. His goal wasn’t to make you cum, but instead to soothe you and clean you up. He was careful to avoid your sensitive clit, pressing light kisses against it. The sweetness of his actions severely contrasted his dominant demeanor only a moment ago. 

You let out a soft sigh at the feeling of his wet muscle moving over your worn out pussy, loving the way he cares for you. Once he had you cleaned up sufficiently, he climbed back up the bed, slotting himself against your side. You reached your arms around his neck, turning onto your side. 

“Good?” He asked quietly.

You smiled softly at him, “Good.” 

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you too Joonie.”

“Scream for me baby,” Jimin whispered in your ear before biting down on your earlobe, pulling the sound he wanted from your lips, “that’s right. Let everyone know whose cock is making you feel this good.”

“J-Jimin!” You screamed, legs wrapping around the hips that were pounding into you relentlessly. Jimin picked up his already impossible pace, balls making a lewd slapping sound with every thrust. 

Jimin’s hard cock curved in the most perfect way, and you truly admired his thick girth. It rubbed your walls in a way you’ve never felt with any other person. He hit all your sweet spots, and now was no exception.

Jimin brought two fingers up to your mouth and you obediently opened, allowing him to insert his digits and swirl them around on your tongue, collecting your saliva. Quickly, he reached down between you both and rubbed quick figure eights onto your sensitive clit. “O-oh Jimin!” You yelled again, not caring about your volume. Jimin’s roommates were out tonight so you didn’t need to worry about anyone hearing you.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” You nodded quickly, eyes screwing shut at the pleasure Jimin’s cock and fingers were giving to you, “Cum all over this cock baby.”

At his dirty words the band inside you snapped, arms reaching up and pulling his shoulders down to help ground you. You felt Jimin’s hips stutter slightly as he slowed down his movements. “Oh shit,” he growled, looking down between your legs. You quickly looked down to see yourself squirt all over his dick and thighs, leaving a glistening sheen on his tanned skin, “That was so fucking hot, YN.”

Jimin looked up at you with love in his eyes, like you hadn’t just squirted all over him and his bed, “You’re amazing baby,” he leaned down and kissed you sweetly before pulling back and looking at you with fire in his eyes, “my turn.”

Taehyung smiled at you as you sat down on his lap. He was sitting in the studio working on lyrics when you decided to stop by and bring him coffee. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Taehyung leaned his chin on your shoulder, “Thank you, baby.”

You smiled sweetly at him, “You’re welcome Tae. Do you think you’ll be done soon?” As you questioned him, you wiggled your hips a bit to get more comfortable on his muscular thighs. 

“Hmph -” Tae squeezed your middle a little tighter at the movement, “baby,” his voice was suddenly lower, gravely, “don’t do that.”

You looked at him, confused for a moment, before you felt his growing member on your backside. You gasped at him, turning to face him, “Tae!”

“I can’t help it!” He defended, hands sliding over your waist and thighs, “I’ve been horny all day and you sitting on it is making it worse!” He whined. 

He’s been horny all day? Well, you could help him with that. You smirked at him, causing his dick to twitch in his pants at what was about to happen. “Can I help you baby?”

His normally sweet eyes turned dark at your suggestion, “What did you have in mind?” You knew where his thoughts were going. He probably wanted to bend you over this desk and dominate you, but you had other ideas.

“Let me ride you, right here,” you punctuated your sentence with a roll of your hips, earning a groan from Taehyung. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbled as you stood up, slowly sliding your jeans off your legs, giving him a show. As you pulled your pants down, you turned around and bent forward so he could get a view of your already wet pussy from behind, covered by white panties. He could see your wetness seeping through the fabric and it made his cock throb in his pants. “Ugh, YN, look what you’re doing to me.”

You turned around and tossed your pants behind you, looking down at his crotch. He was currently sporting basketball shorts which did nothing to hide the tent his dick was making in his underwear. As you walked slowly back towards him, he slid his shorts down a bit, hard cock springing free and slapping his stomach. He wrapped a large hand around himself and gave a few lazy strokes before you straddled him.

As you slotted yourself on top of him, he pushed your panties to the slide and lined himself up with your core. You locked eyes with him for a moment, both silently giving permission to go forward. Taehyung rubbed the tip of his leaking cock through your folds, gathering up your arousal before sliding easily into you. You both moaned at the stretch of your walls, your voice cracking a bit at the delicious burn.

“Oh my God, baby, you’re so tight,” he mumbled into your hair as you leaned forward, wrapping both arms around his neck. He let out another low moan as he fully sheathed himself inside your warmth, “I love your pussy.”

You smirked, placing a wet kiss on his neck. You slowly began to grind on his dick, reveling in the way it rubbed against your sweet spot. With every roll of your hips you let out soft whimpers, spurring Taehyung on even more. He was losing himself in the pleasure of you taking control, letting his hands roam your tight body, finally resting a large, veiny hand on your ass. God, you loved his hands. His other hand came down between you two, thumb pressing onto your clit. 

You buried your face further into his neck, hips still rolling against his. “Your cock feels amazing, Tae,” you mumbled against his hot skin. 

“What can I do?” So considerate, always wanting you to cum first. 

“Lean back a bit?” You asked him quietly. He did as you asked without hesitation, leaning back in the office chair until he heard you moan loudly. The new position allowed his cock to rub against your g-spot perfectly and you could feel your orgasm building quickly. 

“Can you cum for me, princess?” He was so sweet. Something about that name sent you over the edge, halting your movements. Taehyung took over for you, slowly grinding up into your hips, helping you ride out your orgasm. “Oh god,” he groaned, his voice breathy, “are you squirting?”

You looked down, noticing the hot liquid squirting from your pussy. It wasn’t much, but it was definitely noticeable, the feeling too much as you quickly swatted Tae’s hand from your clit. 

“I- I think so?” You had never squirted before, all you knew was that you felt amazing, a little hazy, but amazing. 

“God, YN,” he groaned again before grabbing your hips and fucking up into you with abandon. You squealed at the sudden roughness of your boyfriend, which probably wasn’t the best choice, since the next sound you heard was a knocking at the door and Namjoon’s deep voice.

“You guys ok in there?”

Jungkook was currently knuckle deep in your pussy, fingering you against the wall of the bathroom. The two of you decided to go out with the boys to celebrate the completion of their album, but snuck away to have a little celebration of your own.

“You like that baby?” He asked, voice low, “Want someone to walk by right now and hear exactly what you’re doing in here?”

You moaned at the suggestion. Who knew you had an exhibitionism kink? 

“Yeah? I just felt you clench around my fingers, YN,” he whispered into your ear, which was pointless really with how loud the music outside the door was, “are you gonna squirt for me?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you swung one leg around Jungkook’s hips, leaning farther back into the wall. “Mhmm,” you moaned into his neck, sighing at the feeling of his thick digits wiggling inside you, “feels s’good.”

Jungkook added a third finger at your admission, not quite finger fucking you, instead wiggling his fingers back and forth inside your heat. You could feel the pressure building everytime he rubbed against the spongy spot inside you. Jungkook knew how to make you squirt. Always wanting to be the best at everything, when you first got together years ago he asked if you had ever squirted. You told him you hadn’t so he made it his mission to be the first, which he succeeded in. Ever since then he could do it easily with this technique. 

“Squirt for me baby,” he mumbled into your hair as he felt your pussy tighten around his digits, sending a searing heat through your nerves. You screwed your eyes shut and twisted one hand into Jungkook’s long, curly hair as you came. Jungkook quickly pulled his finger from you, allowing the built up pressure to release all over the bathroom floor. He backed up a bit, careful not to get your release on his dark jeans. You were panting hard, hands on your boyfriend’s shoulder as you caught your breath. He reached forward and pulled your dress back down your body and fixed your panties. “You good, babe? Let’s get you cleaned up so we can get back out there.”

“Wait - don’t you want me to suck you off?” You looked at him, eyebrows raised, still slightly panting.

“Nah,” he said, a devilish smirk appearing on his face, “I’m going to ruin you when we get home.”

You gulped. You couldn’t wait. 

[eideticmemory]

LOUISIANA | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

It’s summer in New Orleans. It’s hot, sticky, and you need some action.

Word Count: 2,472.

Warnings: Explicit sexual intercourse. Cougar!Matthew, 19 year age gap between adults.

You’d never been to New Orleans before, but your impression of it so far was not so great. It was hot, and sticky. It smelled of booze, spices, herbs. It was noisy, and busy, and bustling. It moved quickly and constantly, and you were holding on for dear life. You thought about being home, in your bed, in your house, that you shared with your boyfriend.

In California.

But Matthew was here. He was in New Orleans, on the set of 68 Kill, all day, everyday, for the past few weeks. You love Matthew. You would fly across the entire earth to be with him — hell, you practically have — but you’re sweating all the time, and still getting lost, and still not getting laid.

He comes home, tired and drained, everyday. The later, the worst it is. And while the house he has you settled in has seen you two fuck plenty of times, it hasn’t nearly witnessed it enough. Not like your home. Not like your bed, in your house, that you share with your boyfriend.

You woke up at 10 in the morning, alone in a king size bed, and your vibrator was dead by 10:30. You let out a frustrated groan, your body relaxing at the loss of stimulation. ‘Stimulation.’ If that’s what you could call it. It wasn’t Matthew. Nothing is Matthew, and you hate him for spoiling you with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Getting you attached, dependent.

So dependent, in fact, that for the first time since filming began, you planned to visit Matthew on set. You hopped out of bed, showered, brushed your teeth, and picked out an outfit ever so carefully. The white tank top hugged your figure, the hem tucked into a plain jean skirt that hung just below your ass. Hair done, lips glossy, you drove out to the set of 68 Kill, where cast and crew were hard at work under the summer sun.

You anxiously fiddled with your hands, searching the area for anyone resembling Matthew. He saw you first, calling out to you, “[y/n]!, [y/n]!” with his hand raised up in the air. He looked like a dream — the sun beaming down on him, sweat soaking the material of his thin grey shirt. His hair slick back and styled by product and sweat. Jeans that were so tight, they left very little to the imagination.

You matched his excited smile, rushing over to him with open arms. He picked you up, spun you around, and held you against his body like you were a life preserver. You’d never felt so safe. So loved. You could feel your heart pounding between your legs.

Setting you down on your feet, Matthew happily held onto your hands, swinging your arms side to side. “What are you doing here, baby?”

“I just wanted to see you,” you smiled. “Um, could we talk for a second?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out. “Come on.” His face noticeably transitioned to one of concern and confusion, and instead of questioning you on the spot, he led you into his trailer.

You stepped onto the stairs, and then the level floor, and wandered into the space. You held all your weight on your heels, ready for the moment Matthew closed the door behind him. As if activated by the sound, you spun on your heels and grabbed Matthew’s face in your hands, pulling him into a deep and dirty kiss. His hands instinctively gripped onto your waist, and pulled you close, very close — chest to chest, skin on skin.

You reluctantly broke the kiss, desperately needing to take a breath. Matthew pressed his forehead against yours, softly huffing and puffing. “What was that for?” He chuckled.

You sighed quietly, and flicked your eyes up at him, holding eye contact as you whispered the words, “Eat me out? Please?” Your voice was shaking, weak.

“Oh? Right now?” He replied, his mouth curling up into a sly smile.

“Please, Matthew, I need it. I need you, just—“ You grabbed onto his hand and promptly placed his palm underneath your skirt. His eyebrows raised instantly as he recognized the familiar feeling of your skin, free and uncovered, no panties in sight. You leaned in and held your mouth near his ear, “Put your mouth on me, please. I miss it. I miss you.”

“Oh, baby, you know you never have to ask me twice,” he grinned, using his body weight to push you backwards, your legs colliding with the couch. You let out a horny and happy laugh, laying back on the cushions. Your body stretched across the bedding, head to toe, and it was a sight for Matthew to see. “Spread your legs, beautiful.”

You followed his command, swiftly opening your thighs for him. Matthew let out a long sigh of excitement, falling to his knees and hooking your legs over his shoulders. “Thank, God,” he whispered, and looked up into your eyes. “I’m starving.”

You let out a soft laugh, grooming your fingers through his hair and licking your lips. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, my love,” he mumbled, his lips pressed against your inner thigh. “God, you have such a pretty pussy.”

“Stop,” you blushed, already overwhelmed by the small contact.

“No, I mean it,” He added, his fingers grazing over your clit. “You’ve always been so pretty. I love touching you . . . kissing you,” he placed a gentle peck on vulva, and you sucked in a breath of air to remain calm. “Being inside of you.”

With a quiet hum, he leaned in and pressed the tip of his tongue to your clit. He immediately drew circles around the sensitive nerve, and you gripped onto his shirt with a high pitched moan. You’d almost forgotten — this is Matthew. He’s careful, and gentle, and knows how to move his tongue perfectly. He’s never been timid or unsure of how to touch you, he just always knew. He knew that if he didn’t hold onto your thighs, you’d be a writhing mess. That if he held you down, pushed you against his face, you’d shudder and weep. That if he did a little combination of circles, and side swipes, and quick tongue flicking, you’d come in minutes.

But it really felt like seconds. Your hands uncontrollably and aggressively tugged at the sleeves of Matthew’s shirt. Gasps fell from your lips in a mess of heaving and shivering and whining. “M-Matthew,” you panted, your head falling back onto the couch, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Oh-oh, my-fuck.”

In response, he sped up the tempo of his tongue, the tip lapping at your clit with an intensity that had your back arching and your thighs tightening around Matthew’s face. The sound of his mouth on you — sticky and oozy and slimy — was drowned out by the volume of your moans. Matthew’s hand slid up your body, from your waist to your ribs to your breast, gripping one in his hand and playing with the nipple through your shirt. You licked your lips as you put your hand over his and squeezed it until the bubble inside of you burst.

Your whole body curled into a weak and trembling mess. You pulled Matthew’s hair from the roots, clawing at his scalp as you huffed his name. “Matthew! A-ah, fuck! Hmm—“

His tongue slowed to apply steady and forceful strokes, and then he began planting kisses along your hip bone. Your eyes were closed in complete bliss, you hand on your chest, still holding Matthew’s fingers. You shuddered as his lips trailed up to your neck, and your head tilted to give him more access. He pulled away and looked you in the eye, cupping your cheek gently in his hand, his thumb tracing your temple.

“Yeah?” He whispered.

“Fuck yeah,” you giggled.

“Wanna fuck? Make it quick?”

“Really?” You grinned.

“Absolutely.”

You quickly started to unfasten his jeans, shaking so much that your movements were sloppy and uncoordinated. Matthew laughed, and grabbed both your wrists in one hand, pinning them over your head.

“I’ve got it,” he murmured, with this look in his eye that made you gulp.

His freed his cock from his zipper, and you felt his precum leaking on your inner thigh as he pushed your legs open. It was as if your eyes were magnets, holding each other’s gaze while Matthew kneeled in position between your thighs. He ducked his head, and spit out a line of drool, and you watched it fall onto the tip of his cock, and felt it land on your pussy.

Matthew pressed himself against you, the tip of his member teasing your clit. You whimpered into your mouth, attempting to pull your hands from his grip. No luck. “Matthew, baby, please. P-please. I want it so bad, pl—“

You were interrupted by a sharp slap to the face. It had your jaw dropped open, your face stinging in pain. “Enough of the begging, babygirl,” he said, punctuated by him pushing his cock into you. All the way into you, filling your entire body with a ripple of pleasure and shock. You released a loud and high pitched yelp, going cross eyed at the deep pressure inside of you. Matthew leaned down and said a quiet, “Shhh,”in your ear. His hand snaked up to wrap around your throat, and he squeezed it tightly as he moved out of you slowly, and slammed his way back in.

“Fuck!” You whimpered. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.”

“‘Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.’” Matthew laughed, mocking you while pounding you into the couch cushions.

“F-fuck you,” you spit.

“Not if I fuck you first.”

Your throat throbbed within his grasp, and you struggled to breathe between the moans and the groans and the lack of oxygen. Matthew watched you with a wild look in his eye, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he grunted into his mouth. You could feel his cock striking your soul, your spine, practically rearranging your insides. And he could not stop. He was lost in you, both figuratively and literally.

“You’re so fucking tight, beautiful, fuck. You feel so good.” He sealed his words with a kiss, and as his tongue slipped between your lips, you tried to touch him, not realizing he still had your hands in his hold. You whined and rattled you arms, but Matthew only responded by fucking you harder. Faster — the couch wobbling on it’s legs, the trailer rocking on it’s wheels.

“Ah! Huh-uh!”

“Open your eyes, watch me make you come,” Matthew ordered. “Watch.”

Your eyes fluttered open, your eyelids heavy and hooded. You watched him move in and out of you, coating himself in your slickness. You tilted your head up and looked into Matthew’s eyes, and at that moment, he let your hands go.

You instantly grabbed onto his body, hands on his waist where you could feel the sweat on his skin. One hand still on your neck, the other traveled between your legs and his fingers expertly worked on your clit. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, you beginning to choke on your own moans.

“Mhm,” he cooed. “You’re gonna come.”

“N-no,” you shook your head. You didn’t want it to be over. Not yet. Not now. But he was so good. Better than good. He was perfect. He was fucking you, perfectly. Rubbing you, perfectly. Feeling his skin slapping against yours, a knot forming in your stomach, all you could do was melt into the couch underneath you.

“Oh, come on, baby,” he whispered to you, the tip of his nose touching yours. “Come for me. Come on my cock, I know you want to. I know you can’t take it anymore, so c’mon,” he tightened his grip on your throat, causing your jaw to drop. “Come, [y/n].”

And as if your body was programmed to listen to him, his voice, you came. You came, and it took everything out of you. You yelled out a loud and broken, “Fuck!” You clawed at his arms, pulled at his hair and fell into an uncontrollable fit of trembling.

Matthew gave you a cocky smile, fucking you through your orgasm, using his body weight to hold you down. “Good girl,” he breathed in your ear. “Good girl.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso, and allowed him to rail you, mercilessly, crazily, until you could feel his own release building inside of him. You placed gentle kisses on his chest and neck, earning more than a few moans from him. “I’ve never — fuck — never wanted to put a baby in someone s-so badly in my fucking life.”

You chuckled breathily, watching his face twist and turn in pleasure. You grabbed him by his face and pulled him into a passionate kiss. It was just the thing he needed to push him off the edge, and as he felt his release coming, he went to pull out of you. But you stopped him in his tracks, wrapping your legs around his torso — tightly — and holding him inside of you.

“F-fuck, oh, fuck,” he huffed. His face was a bright shade of red, his body tense and shaky. And it wasn’t long before his was pushing his hips forward, and coming inside of you, stilling himself as he filled you up. The two of you held eye contact with one another, Matthew crumbling as he reached his peak. And you, grinning sinfully at the warm feeling in your stomach.

Matthew looked down between your legs, a wet sound echoing through the room as he pulled out of you. He made sure to look back into your eyes, pushing himself back into you with a few forceful thrusts.

“Mmmm,” you hummed.

Matthew helped you get fixed up. Turned your skirt the right way around, tucked your shirt in. He even used a shirt of his to wipe away the come dripping down your thighs.

“Thought you said we were making this quick?” You smiled, draping your arms over his shoulders.

Matthew held you close, chuckling and putting his forehead against yours. “They can’t film without me, we’re good.”

You rolled your eyes at him and placed a small kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he replied. “Are you sure you don’t wanna stay on set for a little bit before you go?”

“No,” you shook your head softly, and ran your hands along Matthew’s arms as you stepped away from him, over to the exit. “I got what I came for. It was . . . a successful mission. I’ll see you at home.”

Matthew watched as you stepped out of his trailer, a smile on his face, “See you at home.”

[jjungkookislife]

how bout a 78+73+55 with two beautiful bby buns 🥰🥰🥰

pairing: baby buns!jk x reader

78. “are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

73. “you’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

55. “I’ve missed this.”

tw: flashback, virgin!kook x virgin reader (loss of virginity),  marking, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

“I’ve missed this,” Jungkook murmurs against your neck, his nose nuzzled into your skin as his body hovers over yours, not wanting to put his full weight on you.

“Me too,” you say as you stroke his hair, your fingers gently brushing against his ears. He groans against your skin, your name rolling off his tongue in a saccharine moan.

“I’ve missed your scent. I hated being apart from you. I was miserable,” Jungkook admits as he grasps both your hands to pin to the bed as he sits back on his heels.

“Me too. Not being able to see you for a full day was awful. I cried so much,” you frown as you shake your head to clear the memories. “What an awful wedding tradition. I should be able to see my husband-to-be the day before our wedding. Luck be damned.”

Jungkook chuckles, “I agree. I missed you terribly. We’re past all that now, baby. It’s our wedding night and I plan on making it memorable.”

“Oh?” You smile, nerves bubbling in your stomach. A bashful smile appears on Jungkook’s face, “yeah.”

In all honesty, Jungkook had been nervous about tonight. You were mates, and sure, you have fooled around before, but you never went all the way. You were both virgins, both eager for your wedding night and for Jungkook to mark you as his mate, sealing your bond forever.

It was a lot to take on, but your love for him overcame all your worries as you kissed him, losing yourself in him.

Jungkook resisted the urge to thump his foot as the kiss grew deeper, excitement thrumming in his veins. He wanted you desperately, needed to fill you.

“Jungkook,” your moan of his name draws his attention, his hand cupping your face. “Touch me, baby. Make love to me.”

Jungkook’s erection throbs at your words, his heart racing in his chest as he caressed your cheek.

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” Jungkook warns, his tongue peeking between his lips to lick them. His hand reaches for yours, his thumb running over your wedding band. A low growl escapes him, you’re his. His mate.

“Please, Jungkook,” you plead, your lips capturing his.  Jungkook immediately kisses you back, moaning softly as his hands caress every bit of your body as he slots himself between your legs. You automatically wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your hands run down his muscular back.

Jungkook blushes, his fingers tracing the scalloped detailing of your lingerie, cupping your breast. His delicate touch has you keening, a soft smile on your lips as he tugs the lingerie down to expose your breast.

“I’m going to mark you right here,” he whispers, his finger circling the spot on the swell of your breast.  You nod, pulling him down to you to kiss him. Jungkook rocks his hips against you, soft moans escaping him.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips, groaning when your fingers brush his ears.  “I need you., baby.”

“I love you,” you respond, loving the way his soft lips trail kisses from your jaw to to your neck and down to your breast. His tongue licks your skin, his teeth gently biting down until he breaks skin.

“Kook!” You gasp, arching into him as a slight pain runs through you.  Jungkook is quick to kiss you all over, focusing on your cheeks and nose before he’s nuzzling into your neck.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine!” Jungkook breathes, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he holds you tight, forcing himself to look at your breast to see his mark permanently engraved on your skin.

A rough kiss takes you by surprise, Jungkook holding your face in his hands as he feels the overwhelming love and lust of his sealed bond. A crazed look crosses his eyes as he quickly strips you of your lingerie, leaving it in pieces to litter the floor.

 A deep blush spread across Jungkook’s cheeks, admiring the beauty of your body for the first time.  You’re bashful beneath him, unable to make eye contact with him.  Jungkook had seen you naked from the waist up or the waist down, but never both... until now.  It was definitely a pleasant sight. Jungkook’s ears twitched, his nose scrunching as he smiled widely, “so beautiful. Such a pretty mate.”

“Jungkook,” you breathe his name, your hand reaching to unbutton his shirt, dragging it down his arms to discard over the side of the bed. Despite his best efforts, his excitement is through the roof and his foot begins to thump.

“Fuck,” he curses, grabbing your hips before he leans over you, his hair falling over his eyes before he kissed you once again. Fueled by lust and desire, your hands make quick work of his pants, shoving them down his thick thighs alone with his boxers.  Your hand wraps around his dick, drawing a moan from your husband that sends tingles down your spine.

“Baby,” Jungkook whimpers, overwhelmed by the scent of your arousal, wanting nothing more than to be buried nose deep between your thighs. Regretfully., Jungkook unwraps your hand from his cock to free himself as he trails kisses down your body until he’s gripping your thighs and pressing kisses and nips on both of them.  The sweet sound of your moans spurs him on as he licks and teases you enough to drive you wild until you’re near tears begging him to touch you.

A smug smile appears on his lips as he licks a broad stripe along your folds.  He keeps one hand on your thigh, the other he uses his fingers to spread your folds and moan when he sees how wet you’ve become.

“Jungkook...” his name sounds so sinful rolling off your tongue.  Your hips chasing his tongue in search of pleasure as he dips back between your thighs, lips gently suckling your clit.  Your hand tangles itself in his hair, mindful of his ears as you tug at the locks.

“More,” you whimper, feeling him slip one of his fingers inside you.  Your thighs tremble and your breathing growing ragged.  You moan again, your thighs spreading further as a second finger pushes into you, curling inside you as his tongue swirls around your clit.

 Jungkook knows your body well enough by now to know the telltale signs of your impending orgasm,  He notes the way your voice gets an octave higher, the change in your breathing, the way you grip his hair and writhe beneath him as your eyes squeeze shut and a weak moan of his name fills the room before you’re overcome with pleasure.

Jungkook continues his ministrations, groaning against you as your orgasm has you squeezing his fingers, pulsating around them and he so desperately wishes it was his cock inside you instead.

“Kook... Kookie,” you sigh, head lolling back as you try to gather yourself enough to release the death grip you’d had on his hair.  Jungkook chuckles, his ear twitching, thankful to have some room to move again.

“Was that good?” he asks meekly, slowly pulling his fingers out of you to pop them into his mouth, his tongue licking them clean as his eyes remain locked with yours.  The sight is erotic, your legs quivering at the anticipation of what’s coming.

“S-so good,” you stutter as your chest rises and falls.  “Kiss me.”

Jungkook doesn’t need to be told twice as his lips brush against yours in a gentle kiss that soon deepens and grows passionately.  His hips rock against yours, his cock hard and ready to push past your wet folds.  He grunts, eyes squeezed shut as his lips plant kisses on the column of your throat.  His foot thumps, his hips circling yours as he grabs his cock, teasing your entrance with the head.

Your hands grip his shoulders, nails lightly digging into his skin as he kisses you before pushing in.  You gasp, biting your bottom lip as he slowly pushes into you, filling you fully after a few moments.

Jungkook grunts, sweat beading on his brow, his eyes shut and his breath caught in his throat.  So warm, so wet... so fucking wet.  He cries your name, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he releases a guttural groan.

“Jungkook,” you breathe, your fingers twined in his hair as you pull him into a kiss.  There’s a slight discomfort, but it passes when Jungkook cautiously begins to move.  He studies your face, reading it for any signs of discomfort.

“I love you.  I love you...”

“I love you,” you whisper back in response, your hand caressing his cheek as he pulls out a bit, only to push back in.  You curse; your hand in his, squeezing it as he kisses each of your fingers before he’s picking up the pace, mindful to be gentle until you’re moaning his name.

Jungkook loses himself in you, in your touch, in your scent, in the essence that is you.  He’s overwhelmed with emotions and lust, his mind cloudy, but the shine of your wedding band catches his attention and a deep growl rips through him.

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”  You’re eagerly nodding your head in agreement, your nails dragging down his muscular back, leaving pink streaks on his skin. You’re not surprised by bit bout of possessiveness, knowing hybrids tended to be possessive when it came to their mates, you being human makes him take it up a notch. An unclaimed mate (especially a human), was seen as available until the mate had their partner’s bond.

Jungkook didn’t care if the bond was official now. You were his, and he was yours, and that’s the way he liked it.  Your wedding ring would (hopefully) ward off any humans, and your mate bond would ward off all hybrids.

“Mine,” he murmurs against your skin.

“Yours,” you answer in response, earning a rough thrust from him as he pins your hands onto the pillow on either side of your head.  Jungkook kisses you, muffling your moans as he fucks you harder, deeper. Your legs tighten around his hips, pulling him deeper as you tighten around him, moaning and arching into him as he holds you close.

“Baby,” you breathe in an airy tone.  “I’m so close.”

Jungkook grunts in response, biting back a moan as he pushes in deeper, loving the warmth of your cunt wrapped around him.  It’s so overwhelming, he knows he won’t be able to go much farther.  You overwhelm all of his senses, everything becoming too much as a fiery heat spreads throughout his body as your moans grow louder, back arching as you orgasm.

His name tumbles from your lips in cries and whimpers, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure courses through you.  Jungkook finds it impossible to look away from your face, loving the fucked out look on your face that appears at the apex of your orgasm.

Jungkook grunts, he’s close, and he just needs a little more to get off with you.  He grabs your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts in and out of you, “touch me.”

Your hands caress his face but he shakes his head, “my ears.  T-touch my ears.”

You’re endeared by his stutters, noting the blush that appears on the apples of his cheeks, a bashful look on his face.  He keens at your touch, moaning as your hands stroke his ears.  A deep guttural groan escapes his pretty lips, cursing as cums inside you.  He’s breathing rather hard, his thrusts keeping the pace as he fucks you until he’s spent.

“Fuck!” he exclaims, eyes squeezed shut as his foot thumps, making you smile.  Your hands cup his face, your thumb caressing his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath.

“That was amazing,” you giggle as you lie back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with an incredulous smile on your lips.

Jungkook chuckles, carefully pulling out of you, stopping momentarily to admire the mess he’s left between your thighs. A surge of pride fills his chest as he lies beside you, pulling you into his arms, “right?!”

You press a kiss to his chest, snuggling into his side as his finger traces the mark on your breast; his mark.

“Can we do it again?” Jungkook asks, wiggling his eyebrows and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek.  You laugh, pushing him away as you begin to feel the soreness set in.

“Down boy,” you tease with a smile, your hand laced with his.

Jungkook huffs out a laugh, kissing the top of your head, “I’m just saying... I’ll be ready when you are.”

You look between your bodies, shaking your head when you see his cock twitch, already half hard and ready to go again.

“You’re insatiable!” you laugh, and Jungkook grins as your hand moves down his chest until it’s wrapped around his cock, languidly stroking him.

“Only when it comes to you.”

[pinkoushi]

flipping like a switch (NSFW)

summary: asahi can flip like a switch, going from shyly blushing at your compliments to pounding you until your legs give out. porn with very little plot

characters: asahi x f!reader

word count: 1.5k

warnings: major daddy kink, creampie, edging, slight impact play, mild dacryphilia (? not sure tbh), mating press, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting (slightly), degradation, praise, PET NAMES, borderline forced orgasm aaaand slight overstim? i think that’s it. basically, y/n is in for a wild ride

A/N: okay. i haven’t written a fic for at least two years so i’m grossly bad at it, sorry! also, in case anyone missed it, this is based off the interaction between asahi and @odetolove​ / @introloves (i’m the asahi mod, i’m not stealing anyone’s content dw) anyway, enjoy!

It was a lazy Saturday; you and Asahi had the day off work and had decided to take the day to just relax, ending up on the couch together, half watching an old show you’d seen together hundreds of times. Asahi was on his back, you laying on top of him, his hands running soothingly up and down your back.

  “You’re so pretty.” He suddenly whispers, moving a hand to pet your head, urging you to look up at him.

  “Hmm you’re real pretty too, baby!” You hum back, barely awake, nuzzling your face on his muscular chest. “So handsome, makes me weak.”

  A blush creeps up his face, heart beating faster. You had been dating for just over a year, and with the constant compliment battles the two of you had, you’d think he’d gotten used to it, but he never understood how someone as beautiful as you could possibly love him as much as you do.

  “Y/N! You can’t just say that without warning!” He moves a hand to cover his burning face, feeling you laugh against his chest.

  “Aw but it’s so fun to tease you!” You look up, resting your chin on his chest, a playful smile on your lips. “You get flustered to easily, I could just say that no one makes my pussy as wet as you do, and it’d put you in the grave.”

  He squeaks, both hands now covering his face.

  “It really is surprising how your personality flips, you’d think I was the dom here,” you laugh again, moving one of his hands from his face. “but you flip like a switch, fucking my brains out without a moment of hesitation.”

  Confidence grows in him, blooming in his chest. You move up, gently sucking on his neck.

  “My daddy, always fucking me so good.” You mumble against his neck, feeling your lower stomach tighten with arousal.

  Asahi growls, flipping the two of you over, moving between your legs and pinning your hands over your head.

  “My needy slut wants to play, is that it? Teasing daddy,” he smacks your leg, “how naughty.”

  He kisses you roughly, hands roaming your body, groping at your tits. He’s growling into your mouth, grinding his hardening cock against your clothed cunt.

  His lips move to your neck, sucking and biting harshly, hands moving your shirt up to expose your chest, fingers finding your nipples and pinching them.

  You’re sighing and mewling, squirming against his actions, big and rough hands making you shiver. He smacks one of your tits, making you arch your back in to his touch.

  “Please, fuck me!” You’re growing desperate, bucking your hips to get him to touch you more, deeper.

  “Daddy, please” your hands find themselves in his hair, tugging on the soft locks. He tuts, biting down on the point where your neck meets your shoulder.

  “Now, now, let daddy take his time or you’re not getting his cock.” He moves, lifting your shirt off your body before attacking your chest with hickeys. One hand trails down, sneaking under your sweatpants and panties, teasing your clit with soft touches, making you gasp.

  “What did I just tell you, princess? Let daddy take his time.” His voice is harsh and deep. He scrapes his teeth on a nipple before moving down your body. “Maybe my pretty girl needs to be taught some patience, hm?”

  He pulls your sweatpants and underwear down, spreading your legs and teasing your slit with a finger.

  “Such a pretty little pussy for me, all mine.” He licks a hot strip over it, latching on to your clit and sucking. Two fingers find your entrance, pushing in and rubbing against your g spot.

  “Ah-! Daddy!” You moan out loudly, hips bucking. “slo- slow down, gonna cum too quick!”

  He doesn’t stop or slow down, speeding up instead. He waits, letting your orgasm build and build, hearing you near the edge and…

 “FUCK, daddy, please!” He pops off, lips and fingers leaving you as you wail, hips moving desperately, searching for his touch.

  You only moan and whine in response, frustrating him. He lets you calm down before attacking your clit again, sucking and playing with it. You tense up, muscles locking and trying to wrap your legs around his broad shoulders to keep him in place. Asahi only groans, pushing two fingers in again and pumping hard, building you up again.

  He leans his head on your inner thigh, pinning your legs open with his hands.

  “Aw, baby, you’re gonna have to wait,” he smacks your trembling pussy, smiling at the way you writhe in pain and pleasure, “you have to learn to be more patient.”

  “Please- please daddy, let me cum, please!” you babble, gripping his hair to pull him in closer.

  But he lets go again. You groan out, tears welling in your eyes. He smiles and kisses your shaking legs, hands running up and down your torso, calming you again.

  “So pretty for me, all needy and crying.” He coos, pinning your legs open again and licks up your weeping hole, pushing his tongue in. He thrust a little with the muscle, moving back to your sensitive clit, pushing in his fingers again.

  “Cum for me.” He commands, speeding up his fingers to urge your orgasm closer.

  “FUCK! Daddyyy” you shake, your orgasm spilling down your pussy and down to your butt, falling on the couch. He doesn’t stop, harshly working you through the waves, pushing you to force more cum to squirt out. “Please, please, can’t- too much!” You try pushing his head away, him eventually retreating. He rubs on your legs and stomach, letting you breathe again.

  “Good girl, so pretty, came so hard for me.”

  He doesn’t try to initiate anything else, giving you the space to keep going if you want to.

  You reach out, hands grabbing in the air and a high-pitched whine leaving your throat. Tears pool in your eyes, desperation aching in your bones.

  “D-Daddy, please” you look down, squirming at his lust filled eyes, lower face covered in your slick and cum. “please... fuck me”

  “Who owns this pussy? Who is fucking you this good? Tell me.” He commands, shivering at the way your eyes gloss over, completely submissive for him.

  Arousal runs hot in his body, your desperation awakening something deep inside him. He hooks his hands under your knees, pushing them to your chest, moving your body in to a mating press. Taking a hold of his cock and teasing your entrance before pushing in, a groan slipping out from his lips.

   “Fuuuuck yes princess, feel so good!” his hands land above your head, lips meeting yours for a kiss. He starts thrusting, hard and deep, forcing squeals out from your mouth.

  “Daddy~” you mewl, shaking hands clawing on his back, leaving red marks on the smooth skin.

  Asahi comes down to leave hickeys on your neck, licking, sucking and biting at all the skin he can reach. His thrusts keep going, the slapping of your hips meeting echoing off the walls. You’re a mess, mouth open and letting all noises come out. The thrusts come to a halt, just grinding against you, one of his hands grabbing a hold of your hair to force you to look at him.

  “You- you do, pussy- yours! Yours daddy, ‘m all yours, please!” you’re babbling, tears falling from your eyes and hands trying to force his hips to move again.

  “good girl” Asahi coos, kissing your cheek and letting go of your hair, “such a good girl for daddy, my little slut.” Slapping your thigh and starting to move his hips again, chucking at the whine that escapes your throat.

  “gonna cum for me again? C’mon, I know you can do it, my needy bitch can cum as much as daddy asks her to, right?” he hums, a hand sneaking down to play with your clit, groaning as you tense up and just about scream, orgasm hitting you hard.

  He pulls out, going down your shaking body to your pussy, licking up the fluids and moaning. His fingers never leave your clit, playing with it until a sob echoes in the room. He pulls back, smirking up at you.

  “My pretty girl, came so good n hard for me.” He’s making his way up again, pressing your knees up to your chest again and pushing in his cock again. “just a little more, my love, gonna cum soon. Where do you want it?”

  “I-in… in me. Please, daddy please cum in me” you say softly, gasping when his thrusts start again, hard and quick.

  He groans into your neck, humming approvingly. Your legs and arm go limp, mouth open and fucked out. You can barely think, skin on fire and pussy clenching over the thought of his hot cum inside you.

  “Gonna cum, gonna, gonna-!” his voice is hurried and strained, biting down on your neck and moaning, hot spurts shooting into your pussy.

  You’re both huffing and panting. He moves your legs down and lays down between your spread legs, kissing your chest.

  “Th-thank you daddy” you gasp out, feeling his cum leak out of your soaking pussy. Your fingers run through his hair, smiling at his arms wrapping around your waist and snuggling closer.

[pseudo-possum]

One by one, I'm posting my fanfics to tumblr in no particular order... Firstly, this one...

A Night in the Woods

(Nsfw) Risotto Nero x reader

(yes, I'm bad at titles)

Warnings: NSFW, sex pollen, cum, smut

You fidget with your hands in your lap, trying not to bite your lip. You breathe deep, making a futile attempt to control the heavy breaths you can't help but let out. There's a fire in the pit of your stomach, burning throughout your entire body. Every inch of you is hypersensitive, your clothing feels too hot and heavy, the pressure of your tight panties only making the arousal burn brighter. You look down at the small wet patch on your crotch, and then quickly up at Riso in the driver's seat. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel. His eyes are intently fixed on the road. You dare to look down and have to bite back a low moan as you see the bulge in his pants, tip of his cock leaking a dark stain on the fabric. 

You cross your legs, trying desperately to ignore the burning arousal. Big mistake. You yelp at the intensified sensation, trying desperately to uncross your legs, but your uncoordinated movements catch your shoe under the dash, trapping you. You struggle, the movement only adding more friction. You can't help but moan a bit. Risotto looks at you, a short, pained glance before poignantly staring back at the road. You manage to get your legs uncrossed, spreading them far apart to minimize friction. You see that the wet patch has bloomed to twice its size. It's very noticeable. "You're feeling it too…" he nods, not looking at you, hands somehow gripping the wheel tighter. "The enemy stand… you got hit…" he nods again. "So why don't we…" this isn't the first time you've thought of him this way, but now, every iota of lust you held for your handsome capo is turned up to eleven. 

"I wouldn't want to… take advantage of you… in this state…" god, Risotto wished he could touch you. He'd been desperately in love with you since the day you'd saved his life six months ago. He'd always been too afraid to approach you romantically, worried he'd ruin your professional relationship. 

"Please… it… it burns… I need you Riso…" these words send a chill down his back. The desperation in your voice, the use of the pet name, oh god everything. 

"Are… are you absolutely sure you want this?" He hesitates. 

"Yes… please please please… why don't we consider it… a part of the mission… to recover from an enemy stand… ok?" He looks at you for a long time, before nodding slowly and pulling the car down a dark side road. 

"If you need to stop… just tell me… ok?" He says as he pulls over on the side of the road. You immediately take off your seatbelt, climbing over the seats to lay in the back. You shimmy out of your pants, kicking your shoes off before he even opens his door. You lay, spread out on the seat, every inch of you burning as he opens the back door. Instead of getting in, as you expected, he pulls you to the edge of the seat, taking your underwear in both hands, he tears them in two, exposing you to him. His eyes glaze over a bit as he sees just how wet you really are. 

"Please just put it in me!" You beg, interrupting his reverie. 

"I need to prep you…" he counters, beginning to lick some of your slick off your thigh. Shudders of pleasure course through your body. 

"But I'm so wet… please…" the arousal is more painful than ever. You need to be touched. You feel that if you don't get the attention you so crave, you might die of lust. 

"If I don't prep you I might hurt you… I'll try to make it quick… I want to be in you just as badly." Without further hesitation, he buries his face between your thighs, eliciting a choked moan of absolute bliss. His tongue feels like sweet relief after so long. He inserts a finger into your desperate cunt, then another. They go in easy, and you moan and flex around them, trying desperately to pull them in deeper. He sucks at your clit, and you feel like you're close to an orgasm already, but nothing comes. It feels so good, but it isn't enough. You whine and beg for him to take you. 

When a third finger slides in easily, Risotto decides that you probably don't need as much preparation as he thought. His erection throbs painfully. With a growl, he pulls away his fingers, eliciting a squeal from you. He lifts your hips up, unzipping his pants and freeing his erection. That's when he sees it, a light around the corner. Headlights. Thinking quickly, he shoves you into the backseat, diving on top of you, pulling both your legs in, and slamming the door with metallica. 

You don't see the car until after he's on top of you, well muscled arms enveloping you, his chest against your too tight shirt, leaking erection pressed against your inner thigh. He pulls you into a desperate kiss as the car passes. "It's too cramped in here. We're going to the woods." It isn't a question. Once the car is out of sight, he gets out of the car, pulling you out by the legs and throwing you over his shoulder. You go limp in a blissed out haze. Being manhandled like this turns you on so fucking much. He leaps over the ditch, impact of his landing sending shocks of pleasure through your body that make you leak more of your juices onto your thighs. 

Risotto gently lays you down on the soft moss of the forest floor. He's on you at once, licking and sucking your neck, kissing you, telling you you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Every touch leaves you wanting more, his mouth is so intoxicating. You let out a choked moan as he tears open your shirt and bra, and the night air washes over your chest, cooling your burning skin. He descends upon your chest, licking and sucking your nipples and breasts. Impatience gets the better of him though, and he pulls away, taking his cock in his hand. You feel your mouth fall open at the sight of it. It's even larger than you expected. He strokes his massive length, looking down at you. "Are you sure you want me?" He asks softly. You nod frantically, a burning physical desperation telling you that you NEED him. 

He picks up your hips, pulling your legs around him as he lines up with your soaked entrance. He slides in surprisingly easy, your inner muscles pulling him in deeper. You let out an almost shamefully loud moan, clapping a hand over your mouth. He groans a bit as he penetrates you, filling you slowly, though you want so desperately for him to fuck you into the dirt. Every inch of him fills you so divinely you want to scream. He presses in all the way, stretching you out completely, but there's no pain. He lets out a little gasp. You look down, seeing the cause. There's a slight bulge in your stomach, from where he's so deep inside you. 

"Are you sure you're ok?" Risotto breathes heavily as he stares at the bulge he's created. Your response is enthusiastic, but incoherent as you writhe on the ground beneath him, begging to be fucked. He leans in to kiss you, beginning to rock his hips against yours, whole body shaking from the strain of not pounding into you with everything he has. You're gripping him so tightly he can't think straight, but his will is stronger than his urges, and he knows he'd never forgive himself if he hurt you. 

"Please fuck me harder!" You beg, grabbing at the straps criss crossing his chest, nails catching his flesh oh so briefly, his oversensitive body shuddering at the pleasure pain. He begins to go harder, marvelling at how you respond, slick soaking his pants, mouth agape in sheer, unadulterated pleasure. He accidentally goes harder than he wanted to on one particular thrust, watching you for any sign of pain, but you only cry out, begging him to let go, to fuck you into the dirt. He complies, giving in to the stand that Haze's his mind. Speeding up feels so good, he moans, sweat beginning to run down his face as the heat of an orgasm builds within him. 

Oh god, the feeling of your insides being pummeled is better than anything you've ever felt. Each thrust sends electric fire surging through your veins, making you tighten around him further and further. You can feel every vein on his engorged member pulse within you, his finger finding your clit as you rocket towards an earth shattering orgasm. You come around him, body tensing, twitching, gripping him tight like a vice. 

You're so fucking tight. Risotto can feel his own orgasm swiftly approaching. He redoubles his efforts, pounding you harder through your orgasm. A thin strand of rational thought enters his mind. Birth control. Are you on birth control? He doesn't know. He feels his orgasm begin to wash over him, and, despite how much it pains him to pull out, he does, covering you in a hot, pressurized spurt of stick white. He looks down at the shocked expression on your face. "Sorry… I didn't know if you were on the pill…" he says. And even as he says it, he notices, he's still hard. The painful need is filling him again.

"I don't care! Fucking breed me!" He can tell by the desperation in your voice that you're feeling it too. Your words awaken something primal in him, something that doesn't obey thought or reason. He pushes inside you again, fucking you harder than ever. He loves the way you writhe and moan under him, your body taking him so well. 

Both of your orgasms come quicker this time, somehow, even more intense than the last. He finishes inside you this time, and again, and again, a total of 6 times before he collapses, exhausted onto you. You're practically numb from pleasure as he rolls over onto his back, pulling off his coat and dragging your limp form onto his chest. He covers the two of you in his jacket, and you fall asleep there, safe and warm on his chest. 

…

You wake up feeling sore. You're thirsty, sticky, and there's a dull ache in the pit of your stomach. You look up at the face of your capo, memories of the night before flooding your mind. You blush hard, feeling something sticky between your thighs. You stare at him, pale eyelashes catching the light of the sun. He looks so handsome when he's sleeping. You've never seen him so peaceful before. 

He stirs, eyes opening slowly. There's a look there that you've seen before, but never recognized. It's a deep affection that he's always had for you, a love that goes beyond a professional respect and delves into something deeper. He plants a kiss on your forehead. 

You look up, the sun is high overhead. Oh no! The team! They haven't heard from you since before the stand! You express your concerns to Risotto, who simply says "Fuck." You try to get up, but your legs won't support you. You collapse back onto his chest, looking down at the imprint in the dirt where he dicked you down the night prior. "I'm gonna get your pants from the car. Stay here." He says, groaning as he gets up, leaving you with his coat. You look down at yourself, realizing what a .ess you look. Your shirt is buttonless and covered in dirt and semen, there's cum in your hair and on your face, not to mention the mess between your legs. You need a shower and a change of clothes before you face the team. 

Risotto returns with your pants, a stack of napkins, and a water canteen. You get cleaned up as much as possible, stuffing a napkin into your pants to catch the cum that's still steadily dripping out of you. You drink half the water before he helps you back to the car. He drives while you answer all of the missed calls and texts. You say that there were complications with an enemy stand that delayed you. Which isn't far from the truth. 

That truth, however, can't be hidden from your teammates. "YES!" Melone shouts. "YOU OWE ME $20 FORMAGGIO! I KNEW THEY WERE HOOKING UP." he's silenced by a glare from Risotto as he carries you upstairs for a nice hot bath. 

[kurokoros]

mirror mirror | shouta aizawa

Rated: M

Words: 3.3K

Pairing: shouta aizawa x fem!reader

Summary: You knew what you were in for as soon as the Pro Hero came home, the door closing behind him with a little more force than necessary.

Requested by @rreia

Warnings: smut, light bondage, mirror sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks)

Shouta Aizawa is a goddamn tease, you decide, hands fisted in the sheets beneath you. A quiet mewl slips from your parted lips as those long fingers of his squeeze around your thighs, forcing your legs open wider as his teeth scrape across your sensitive skin. Your heels dig into his back as he lazily kisses his way across your thigh, just shy of where you want him. He’s hardly touched you and you’re already quivering for him, whimpering each time he nips at your skin or you’re met with the coarse brush of his stubble.

You gasp as his tongue flicks out to taste the sweat-slicked skin that he’s been nibbling at, intent on leaving a mark. “Shouta,” you whine, trying to rock your hips forward against that sinful tongue, but he holds you down with ease. “Shouta, please!”

“Patience, kitten,” he tells you, breath hot against your dripping pussy. The rough tone of his voice hits you right between your legs. Your thighs twitch again, heat pooling low in your belly, and Shouta hums in approval as your back arches off the bed.

Shouto Aizawa is a goddamn tease and you love it.

You knew what you were in for as soon as the Pro Hero came home, the door closing behind him with a little more force than necessary. That was the only sound at all. Shouta didn’t stomp or swear, he was deathly quiet as he slipped through your apartment until he found you in your shared room. All it took was one look and you knew tonight would be one you wouldn’t be forgetting anytime soon.

There’s nothing more erotic than seeing Shouta Aizawa on his knees in front of you, playing with you until you’re a shivering, whining mess.

Whatever riled him up is channeled perfectly into each slow drag of his fingers and his wicked tongue. Dark eyes stare at you from between your legs, illuminated by the last rays of sunlight pouring in through the window. Shouta watches each subtle reaction he pulls from you, the moans and whimpers, the heaving of your naked chest, every flicker of emotion that crosses your pretty face. Each one is filed away for later, an arsenal that you’re powerless against. He knows exactly how to have you sobbing for him within seconds. And tonight he wants you begging.

Teeth latch onto your trembling thigh and bite down roughly, a dizzying blend of pleasure and pain. A strangled version of his name bubbles up from your chest, but he doesn’t let go. Another pleading sound falls from your lips and he hums. Rumbling vibrations have you keening and bucking your hips against his mouth, and you nearly sob when he pulls away.

“I said be patient.” He releases your thigh to slide his palm to your heaving chest. Rough fingers close around your breast, kneading your skin before his thumb begins to roll over your nipple, pinching and playing with the sensitive nub.

You huff as he presses a sweet kiss to the hickey already forming on your thigh. “Tease.” Shouta lavs attention on the rapidly forming bruise until you’re squirming again, proving your point. “Fuck, please, Shouta, I need you.”

The scruff on his chin scratches your inner thighs and he stops, silence ringing in the room.

The knot in your stomach is wound so tight you could cry, and you nearly scream as the tip of his tongue flicks across your clit, warm and wet and rough. The sensation drags a moan from your throat. Shouta hums an approving sound and adjusts his grip on you, spreading your thighs embarrassingly wide before leaning in to lap at your slick core like a starved man.

Releasing your grip on the sheets, you grab a fistful of hair and pull. It’s hard enough to make him grunt, lips still wrapped around your clit and suckling. A harsh pinch to your nipple is his retaliation. You moan his name and rock your hips against his face, desperate for friction.

Shouta pulls away to mouth at your thigh again, and the sound that leaves you is an embarrassing whine: high-pitched and loud. Tugging at his hair, you try to guide him back to you—to roll your hips upward—but he’s stronger, holding you down with ease. Your eyelashes flutter, your heart pounding so loudly you’re sure that he can hear it.

A lazy gaze catches yours as Shouta stares up at you and you can feel his smirk against your thigh. “Such a needy little thing,” he murmurs. He rolls your nipple between his fingers one last time before his palm drags down your belly and between your spread legs. The pad of his thumb strokes through your slick folds and clicks his tongue as his fingers come away wet and glistening. “Tell me what you want or I’ll stop, kitten.”

He’s trying to kill you.

Huffing, your head flops back against the rumpled blankets as he goes back to lazily kissing your legs. When you keep your mouth shut, he’s quick to slap the outside of your thigh, the smack more surprising than it is painful. “Don’t make me ask you to beg.” His tone is a low warning that makes you shiver. You could get off just listening to this man whisper filthy things in your ear.

His knuckles brush against the spot where he slapped you, soothing any lingering pain.

It’s hard to think with him kissing across your thigh like this, but you manage a choked, “Eat me out,” that has you blushing.

“Good girl.”

This time he doesn’t tease you. You shudder as his tongue rolls over your clit at the same time two thick fingers thrust into your dripping slit with a slick sound that makes your cheeks burn. Expert fingers curl inside you, quickly finding your sweet spot, and Shouta is absolutely ruthless as he fucks you with his hand, setting up a brutal pace. Each stroke of his tongue feeds into the tight knot between your thighs, coiling tighter and tighter until all you can do is pant and roll your hips against him as much as he’ll allow.

Shouta alternates between sucking on your clit and pampering it with kitten-licks that have your chest heaving. You’re squirming, gasping for breath, and it’s only your pride that keeps you from begging for more. The fingers you have buried in his hair pull harder, and he groans.

“That’s it,” he says, voice muffled by your thighs. He curls his fingers just right and you writhe under him. “Come for me, kitten.” The vibrations from his words tease your clit and your toes curl against his clothed back. You arch off the bed as his tongue draws hard circles over your puffy bundle of nerves. It’s already too much. Arousal makes you dizzy and the knot in your stomach is so tight you could cry as his teeth scrape against you.

“Fuck, Shouta!” Your thighs threaten to clamp around his head, but he holds them open, unrelenting as he fucks you with his fingers. When he takes your clit between his lips and sucks you’re thrown over the edge. You cum hard with a throaty moan of his name. There are tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and your hips stutter. “Fuck!”

He doesn’t stop. Shouta continues to slowly torture your clit and thrust his fingers until it’s too much, too fast and the pleasure borders on painful. It’s not until you call out his name breathlessly and are practically boneless beneath him that he finally slows.

Nipping at your thigh, Shouta eases his fingers from your core.

It happens fast. Before you’ve even caught your breath, he’s yanking you off the bed and spinning you around. One of Shouta’s hands fists in your hair, pulling, and your moan is smothered by the feverish kiss he presses to your lips. On trembling legs he walks you backwards, tongue in your mouth and his free hand stroking over the length of your spine. You stumble, still dizzy from your high and so, so sensitive to the touch. Everything aches in the best way.

Your fingers clench in the front of his shirt, scrambling for anything to hold you steady, but he releases you long enough to yank your hands away and rip his shirt over his head. Both of your wrists are captured in an iron grip, long fingers wrapping around you easily. Your back meets a cold, smooth wall at the same time as something soft and silky brushes against the skin of your wrists, both of Shouta’s hands gripping yours and holding them above you. Another incessant kiss distracts you, keeping you from investigating and you can barely think. Shouta nips at your bottom lip, taking it between his teeth and sucking, and you melt into his touch.

It isn’t until something pulls on your wrists and forces you onto the tips of your toes that you realize what’s going on. “Shouta!” you gasp as he releases your lips in favor of trailing kisses across your cheek and down to your jaw.

It would be sweet, if he didn’t just use his damn scarf to tie you up.

You feel him smirk against your jaw. His hand finds your hair again, his fingers winding through the silky strands. With another tug, he guides your head to the side, his lips working their way down to your throat and leaving love bites in his wake.

You take the opportunity to glance upward, confirming your suspicions. That damn scarf is wrapped around your wrists in a firm knot that you already know you wouldn’t be able to undo even if you had one of your hands free. Following the knot upwards, your eyes widen when you see it attached to the ceiling by something shiny and strong enough to keep you suspended on your toes.

“Did you put a damn hook in the ceiling?” you ask absentmindedly.

His only answer is a grunt against the side of your neck, but you don’t have it in you to complain as he slides his hands down your sides, stroking every inch of your soft skin. He kisses down to your collarbone before finding your lips again.

As he pulls away from the feverish kiss, you barely catch sight of a mischievous smirk before he suddenly spins you around.

Your eyes widen when you’re met with your own reflection. He’s made a mess of you: kiss-swollen lips, tousled hair, faint marks littered across your throat, and your own slick dripping down your thighs in anticipation. A wave of arousal ripples through you at the sight of yourself, and you’re quick to squeeze your thighs together, trying to relieve the renewed ache between your legs. Your calves are already burning with the stretch, but the lick of pain only makes you wetter.

Shouta catches your gaze in the mirror and you shiver.

The way he nuzzles against your cheek would be sweet if it weren’t for the absolutely wicked look in his eyes. Shamelessly, he drinks in the sight of your reflection, humming to himself. One hand slides around your chest to grope at your breast, idly plucking at your nipple. With the other, he grips your thigh, forcing your legs apart until your wet pussy is on display.

“I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror,” he tells you, squeezing the thigh he has trapped in his firm grip. “I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

It’s all you can do to keep from cumming again at his words. You whisper his name as he kisses your cheek.

One last pinch to your nipple makes you gasp before he lets go. His hand skims down your belly to your thighs, finding your puffy clit with ease and playing with it. The rough pad of his thumb traces slow, maddening circles over your sensitive skin. Your eyes flutter shut.

He slaps your ass hard enough to make you moan. “Eyes on yourself,” he snaps, the words a warning. The lick of pain has your eyes watering, but he soothes the abused skin with a gentle touch. “You know the rules. Don’t make me remind you.” Letting go of your ass, Shouta drags two fingers up the column of your throat and tilts your chin. Once again, you’re met with the sight of your flushed face. His fingers squeeze around your neck just enough for you to feel it.

“Yes, sir,” you whimper.

Shouta hums in approval, rutting against your ass. His hips roll and you can feel the outline of his cock through his pants, hard and hot. It makes your toes curl as you think about him fucking you like this. Seemingly satisfied with your response, he releases your neck.

You can’t see what he’s doing in the mirror, but the tell-tale clanking of his belt-buckle coming undone has you shivering with anticipation.

For once, he doesn’t keep you waiting. He spreads your legs open wider and hooks his elbow beneath your knee, forcing you onto your tip-toes again as his naked cock presses against your ass again. Your balance is precarious, but you know he’d never let you fall. “Be a good girl for me, kitten, and maybe I'll let you cum again.”

The teasing tone of his voice has you mewling. His cock strokes along your dripping slit slowly, and he groans as you squirm against him. Your name is a husky moan that has you biting your lip. Shouta’s free hand wraps around your waist to hold you steady. Each lazy grind of his hips has the head of his cock kissing at your clit and it has your nerves on fire.

“Shouta,” you gasp, his name the only thing you can say because god does this man know just how to touch you to keep you on the edge. He could spend hours teasing you like this. The sweetest torture. And you’d let him, too. “Shouta, please.”

The wet head of his cock presses at your slit again, and a breathless moan tumbles from your mouth as he slips into you slowly, his thick length stretching you from inside until his hips are flush against your own. From this angle, his cock is brushing against every one of your sweet spots, and each shallow thrust of his hips has you shivering and whining.

A low, throaty chuckle teases your ear, and your slick walls clench down around him. Shouta kisses the side of your neck and presses his chest against your back. Heat licks along your spine as he looms over you, those dark eyes locked on your rapturous expression in the mirror.

“You’re so wet, kitten,” he murmurs as he picks up the pace. Those slow grinds become rough thrusts that have you panting, trying desperately to rock your hips back against his, though you don’t have the leverage. “Such a pretty pussy,” he continues, hiking your thigh up higher, eyes locked on the reflection of his cock burying itself in your dripping cunt.

The wet sound of his cock filling you has you struggling to keep your eyes open. Each time your eyelashes begin to flutter you’re met with another harsh slap against your ass. Tears well in your eyes as the coil between your legs winds tighter, threatening to snap with each filthy, wet sound that comes with his cock being buried between your legs.

Two fingers find your swollen clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves with intent. Twitching, you sob, hips jerking wildly against his. It’s all you can do to keep breathing each time his cock fills you from behind, stretching you wide and pounding against your sweet spot perfectly. Your walls clench around his length at a particularly harsh thrust, but Shouta doesn’t slow.

The hard circles he’s rubbing against your clit are too much. The knot in your stomach is taut and threatens to snap, but you can’t. Not yet.

“Please,” you gasp, the heat between your thighs unbearable. “Oh, fuck, please—”

An amused sound reaches your ears. “Please what?” He starts fucking you faster, still toying with your clit. Shouta adjusts his grip on your thigh, lifting your knee to your chest to reach deeper inside you.

Your fingers curl around the scarf keeping you suspended, knuckles white from the pressure. You know what he wants to hear. “Please, let me cum, sir.” Sweat drips down your stomach as your chest heaves.

The fingers on your clit don’t slow as he pretends to hum in thought. His stubble scrapes the side of your neck as he presses a kiss to your racing pulse. “Cum for me, kitten,” he demands with a sudden harsh pinch to your clit.

You forget how to breathe as the knot snaps and the tension unravels. Your toes curl and you tense as your orgasm washes over you. A strangled groan pushes past his lips as your already tight walls squeeze around his cock. His name leaves you with a choked moan as your eyes squeeze shut in absolute bliss.

Shouta doesn’t give you a moment to breathe. His fingers keep circling your clit, his hips moving faster now that you’ve cum once. You’re twitching, slick dripping down your inner thighs, and he keeps fucking you from behind, showing no signs of slowing.

You got yours. It’s his turn now.

When you can finally see straight again, you’re met with an image in the mirror that almost has you cumming again. You’re an absolute wreck and he hasn’t even finished yet, a determined gaze locked on yours in the mirror. Slowly, you begin to rock your hips back against his, your movements shaky.

He pinches your clit and you whimper at the overstimulation.

“That’s it, kitten.” He breathes a shaky sound against the back of your neck, grunting as your tight pussy squeezes around his cock again. His grip on your thigh becomes bruising. “Just a little more.”

You’re going to be so damn sore tomorrow.

Shouta’s cock twitches inside you as his thrusts lose their rhythm, becoming sloppy and rough. The stimulation is too much and you cum on his cock again, slack-jawed and boneless. His hips slap against your ass as he finishes with a low groan of your name, his cum hot as he fills you up.

Both of you are shivering and panting as he presses a sloppy kiss against the back of your shoulder. An embarrassing whimper escapes you as he pulls his softening cock from inside you and tucks himself back into his pants. You glance at yourself in the mirror, met with the sight of his cum dripping from your spent pussy and sliding down the inside of your thigh. Shouta keeps your legs spread wide, eyes locked on you in the mirror.

After another minute, he finally lowers your leg back to the floor. You wince, legs trembling as a cramp forms in your upper thigh, and his fingers kneed at you soothingly and stroke your sweat-slicked skin. Once he’s sure you won’t collapse, Shouta reaches above you. It doesn’t take him more than a second to release the knots holding you hostage, and you would be irritated if it weren’t for the exhaustion overtaking you.

The only thing keeping you upright are the big hands that wrap around your hips to steady you as Shouta carefully turns you around. Once you’re facing him, Shouta lifts you with ease. A hand hooks under your ass as you lazily drape your arms around his neck, nuzzling against the underside of his jaw as he walks you to the bed.

He kisses your temple before flopping down on the bed with a grunt, you on top of him. Situating yourself on top of him, you curl up against his chest, trying not to think about the mess of fluids still dripping down your thigh and smearing across the front of his pants. Calloused fingertips stroke your hip.

“Bad day?” you ask him sleepily, eyelids growing heavier as you’re lulled by the familiar warmth of his body. He rarely ties you up unless something’s irritating him, and you certainly aren’t complaining if that’s the case now.

A gruff, noncommittal grunt is your response, but the way his lips press against the top of your head is nothing but gentle. “Thanks, kitten,” he murmurs as you drift off, his fingers making lazy circles on your back.

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Cotton candy: sharing is caring

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Sugar Daddy AU)

Warnings: smut, explicit language, age gap, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Steve x Sam, double penetration, oral, anal and vaginal sex, face sitting, rimming, hair pulling, dirty talk, mentions of choking, unprotected sex with multiple partners (pls don’t do that, use protection always!!!), creampie. Reader calls Bucky “daddy” but there’s no actual daddy kink. Also fuzzy feelings and soft!Bucky. 18+

Summary: Whatever his princess desires, he always makes sure she gets it. Especially if what she wants are Sam and Steve.

A/N: english is my third language so forgive any mistakes. Also, do we like the moodboard?

Getting paid to spend time with a man wasn’t how you pictured your post grad life, yet here you are, feet dangling out of James’ yacht, the artificial lights of Monte Carlo’s skyscrapers reflecting in the waters beneath you.

Richness suits you, Wanda always tells you, and you thank her everyday for introducing you to the world of sugar babies. James is handsome, and sweet, and in the moments of clarity when you put your fears aside, you know you’d be with him even if he wasn’t paying you to. 

Your new lavish lifestyle is easy to get accustomed to: James has more money than he knows what to do with, and you’re the one he likes to spend it on. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to go back to packaged ramen and cheap mac’n’cheese, not after tasting 300 dollars steaks, anyways. The gruelling shifts at the diner you worked at to pay your students loans are a distant (and unpleasant) memory, now that he’s paid all the debts off. 

Anything for my babygirl, it’s what he always tells you, and so far he’s kept his promise.

You know he’d give you the world if you asked for it, you see it in the way he looks at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars, in the way he clings to you after a nightmare and you, only you, always you, can ground him back to reality.

The sea is too cold at night for you to dive in, so you opt for a quick dip in the warm waters of the pool in the cockpit instead. 

You hum softly, towel in hand, as you pad barefoot across the deck, content with the gentle sway of the waves and the bright lights of the pier. As you’re about to reach the pool, you stop dead in your tracks behind the corner when the sound of barely suppressed moans reaches your ears. You know you shouldn’t, but you peek your head anyways.

You swallow hard, feeling heat pool in your core at the sight of Steve and Sam, James’ friends, sharing a heated kiss. Drops of water dripping from his long blonde hair to the hard planes of his abs, Steve looks like you’d imagine Poseidon himself would. Sam’s hands roam all over his body, feet dangling in the pool, flexing the powerful muscles of his thick thighs, his skin glistening in the soft moonlight.

You should tear your eyes away from them, turn back and walk away, but you’re rooted on the spot, each of their sounds shooting straight to your cunt. 

“You can have them, if you want.” a voice startles you, “I know they want you, they’ve told me.” 

You almost jump out of your skin, so focused on the men before you haven’t heard James approach you.

His hot breath sends tingles down your spine, the soft hair of his abs rubs against your back. His presence, his smell, the crystal blue of his eyes swallowed by darkness, everything about him is intoxicating, and you can’t bring yourself to utter a single word.

“I know you too want ‘em, princess.” he murmurs, hands clutching your waist, his stubble grazing the skin of your neck,  “What do I alway tell you?”

James’ hand, his metal hand, slides in your bikini, caressing your mound, a sweet torture, his fingers so close, yet so far from where you need them.

“Whatever you want.” is your response, barely above a whisper, your breath hitching when he dips in your dripping folds, your back arching in his chest, and the grunt that escapes him when your ass rubs against his hard on is downright pornographic.

He hums, fingers circling your bud, your own toes curling, his cock straining in his swim trunks. You can’t tear your eyes away from Sam, his heaving chest, his hand in Steve’s hair, guiding his head as he bops up and down his length, wishing you were the one sucking him off. 

They don’t know you’re there, and that makes looking at them all the more exhilarating.

It’s wrong, and you should feel bad, but you don’t, not when the lewd sounds of Sam’s pleasure mix in with the waves of the sea, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard a more beautiful melody. James swirls his fingers around your entrance, dipping in your wet pussy, and when he crooks his metal fingers inside you, you can’t stop the wanton moan that escapes you, before he slaps his flesh hand on your mouth, silencing you. 

You’re panting, writhing under his touch, bucking your hips wildly while his fingers keep sliding in and out of you, the coil in your core getting tighter with each stoke. 

“Be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s fingers, and I’ll let you have ‘em.” he promises, and the prospect of Steve and Sam fucking you like you alway wanted is enough to trigger your orgasm, body shaking as white hot pleasure engulfs you whole, leaving you breathless. 

You watch in a daze as Sam cums with a groan, and Steve swallows it all, and all you can think about is how you can’t wait to have them both.

-

Alcohol flows in your veins, the right amount to help you loosen up your tense muscles, take your minds off of any worry. Your heart is beating out of its cage, anticipation and arousal mixing together.

“Remember that we can stop whenever you want us to, you don’t have to finish this if you don’t want to, okay?” James reassures you, hands caressing your shoulders, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

You inhale sharply, and nod. You want this. You want them.

“I know, and I trust you.”, you smile at him, because you do, you trust him with your life, and you take his hand in yours, kissing the back of it.

With one last soft look, he lingers a few more seconds before settling down on the far end of the couch, powerful thighs spread open. 

“Touch her.” he commands, and they obey.

Hands hesitantly stroking your body, soft brush of Steve’s lips. You shudder, your nipples stiffening under your swarovski dress, and he gains the confidence to touch you more firmly. Sam kisses your neck, pecking and nipping the skin, careful not to leave marks. He doesn’t need James throwing him off board, he reasons. 

You’re naked in a heartbeat, your shiny dress falling on the ground with one sweeping motion. You bend down to take your shoes off, your newest pair of Jimmy Choos, but a hand stops yours as you fumble with the strap. 

“Keep ‘em, please.”, Steve mumbles, delicately tracing from your ankles to the bridge of your feet, enthralled by your soft skin and pretty nail polish. He brings his face down, lips grazing the insides of your calves, tracing their way up to your inner thighs, his hot breath fanning over your skin until it reaches your hot core. He kisses between your legs, teasing you when his nose brushes against your swollen cunt, and your whole body quivers.

Warmth settles in your lower belly with Steve's shy caresses, Sam’s rough gropes on your breasts, James’ eyes on you. You’re burning up under his intense gaze, his flesh hand palming his cock through his briefs as he watches his friends touch his best girl. 

There’s fire in his eyes when he stands, tall and intimidating, and harshly grabs your jaw, slanting his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your moans. You hiss. Teeth roughly bite down on your bottom lip, and you taste metal on your tongue. He presses down on your cheeks, and spits in your mouth, and you swallow like the good slut he always says you are.

“Please daddy.” you whine, pushing James away.

“Please what, princess?”, he taunts you, reveling in the way you squirm and pant, a light sheen of sweat coating your pretty face, glossy lips all swollen.

“I need more, please.” you beg, grinding your core on Sam’s thighs, desperate to soothe the throbbing ache inside you, his hands on your hips guiding you as you ride his leg.

He chuckles, but takes pity on you. “Do you want Steve to eat your pussy, babygirl?”, he coos you, caressing your head. 

You bob your head up and down, a wide smile spreading on your face.

“Look how eager this little slut is.” Sam chuckles, pinching your ass.

“Lay down, let her sit on your face.” he instructs, and Steve obediently complies, laying on the couch, the hard muscles of his abs flexing with each movement, your hunger for him growing with every bulge, every vein, every hair on his chest.

“C’mere, lemme taste you.” he murmurs, cheeks blushed, pupils blown wide and mouth watering at the prospect of tasting you, “I bet you taste as sweet as you look”. 

You straddle his face, hovering mere inches away from him; he grabs your thighs and pulls you down on him, leaving open mouthed kisses on your inner thigh, ascending until he delves in your glistening folds, humming appreciatevely, “Fuck, you taste better than I thought.” Flattening his tongue he licks wide stripes from your entrance to your clit, your arousal coating his beard. You grind your hips on his face, fucking yourself as you stare into James’ eyes, your moans and his grunts filling the room. 

Behind you, Sam fumbles with Steve’s belt, taking his cock out and stroking him, and after mere seconds, the pretty blonde boy underneath you moans loudly just like you do, the vibration reverberating into your channel. You feel your walls throb intensely, and you cry out when Steve closes his mouth on your clit and sucks hard, pain and pleasure weaving together. 

Teeth close down on the flesh of your ass, and you yelp in pain. Two hands knead you, spreading you wide open, before a finger pushes past your tight hole, slowly and delicately sliding in and out. 

“You have such a nice tight ass, pretty girl.” Sam grunts, dipping another in and stretching you.

You should feel shame, riding a man’s face while one fingers your ass under another’s gaze, but you don’t. You only feel the coil build up in your cunt, and all it takes for it to release is another swipe of his tongue on your clit, and you cum with a cry, your hot release gushing on Steve’s face.

Sam’s strong arms support you as you ride out your orgasm, and you hear James’ voice coo you, praising his good girl, his pretty little slut, “So good for us.”, “So perfect for me.”

Sam dips down to kiss Steve’s face, his beard and mouth sticky with your release, enjoying your taste on him as he sucks him clean.

“Can I fuck her?” Steve asks, voice husky, looking at Sam expectantly.

“I’ll go first.”, he responds, “On your hands and knees, sugar.” 

You do as told, exposing yourself to them, not an ounce of shame left in you. You’ve never felt more beautiful, more desired, more comfortable in your own skin.

Sam smacks your ass and grabs you roughly, so different from Steve’s feather like touches, “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.” 

“Don’t brag beforehand, sweetie.” you chuckle, eyes boring in James’, the only one who can ever give you the type of pleasure that has you walk funny for days on end.

“When have you ever seen Steve walk straight, honestly?”

You and James both roll your eyes. “Just fuck me already.” 

“Alright, you needy little slut. No need to be rude.”, he says, slapping your ass again and again until you feel a bruise form, “You watch.” he orders Steve, “And you won’t touch yourself unless I tell you so.”

Steve lets out a whine, but nods anyways, although his eyes are full of tears and his cock is straining painfully, desperate for a release.

James is enjoying watching his friends fuck his girl more than he should, more than is be normal, but he can’t find it in himself to care, not when you moan in so much pleasure.

Sam lines himself up with your entrance and slams into you all at once, your walls accommodating his girth and throbbing around it. He sets a punishing pace, his thick cock hitting your cervix, and it hurts but you don’t care, because the pleasure is greater than the pain.  

“Please, fuck me harder.” you beg, moving your hips to meet his thrusts, feeling an orgasm near already, “Fuck, fuck, yes.”

“You like it when I fuck you hard, huh?” he grunts, “You like my big fuckin’ cock inside you?”

He pulls your hair, making you arch your back even deeper, and starts pounding inside you faster and harder than before. He dips a thumb inside your rim, and enjoys the sight of his cock slamming in and out of you, and the sound of your sobs.

“I want you to fuck her mouth.” he commands, and Steve doesn’t need to be told twice before he sits down before you.

“Please Steve, use my fuckin’ mouth, make me choke on that fat cock.” you urge him, hands stroking his cock.

Steve blushes at your words and gently kisses your forehead, before he snakes a hand around your neck, and you part your lips, tongue lapping at his head. He groans, tightening his hold on you when you take him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him and swallowing him until the tip hits the back of your throat.

He’s big, even bigger than James, and you struggle with his girth, your jaw aching terribly as you bob your head up and down. Kudos to Sam for doing this on the daily, you muse.

Sam keeps on pummeling your pussy, and Steve holds you down, his cock suffocating you. You gag, air not reaching your lungs anymore, but he doesn’t relent, fucking your mouth ruthlessly.

“Fuck.” he groans, so lost in pleasure he’s not the sweet man you know anymore, “You’re such a good little slut, taking our cocks so well.”

He snaps his hips further down your throat, tears and saliva dribbling down your face, eyes bulging out of your face as you hold onto his thighs for dear life. 

A sound between a growl and a moan escapes him, and before you have time to realize it, he slants himself inside you again, and cums in your mouth, his heady taste coating your tongue, leaving you breathless.

Sam pulls you down, and purrs on your lips as Steve’s release drools out of your mouth and into his, the image of his cum on Sam’s lips so lewd you could come at the sight of it.

You feel yourself get close, your pussy aching for a release, but before you’re able to cum, Sam yanks you back and pulls out of you, and you whine in protest as he lays down.

“Don’t worry sugar, I’m not done with you yet.”

His hands guide you as you straddle him and sink on his cock again with ease, your slick dripping down your thighs and covering him too. You steady yourself on his chest and start bouncing your ass up and down his length, before you get struck by the idea to try something you’ve never done before. 

“Daddy?” you mewl, “Can you fuck me too? Can you give me that big fuckin’ cock? I want you to fuck my tight little asshole, please.”, you beg through each sob that escapes you as Sam pounds into you, pleading through lidded eyes.

James feels like he could cum just hearing your soft voice begging to be fucked, and because he can’t refuse you anything, he nods. He was done letting them fuck you alone anyways.

“I can’t believe you’re such a whore.” Sam chuckles underneath you, stilling inside you as James lowers his face between your cheeks, observing the way his friend’s cock stretches your pussy, your walls tightly gripping him. 

“You trust me?” he rasps, “I promise you’ll like what I want to do to you, babygirl.”

You can’t find the words in you, so you just nod your consent.

Sam and you both curse, eyes rolling to the back of your head when James licks a stripe from his cock to your puckered hole. He gives it all he’s got, swirling his tongue around your rim and poking inside, stretching you with his fingers. 

You almost black out when you cum again, never in your life having felt so much pleasure all at once, your pussy clenching on Sam’s cock, holding him in a vice so tight that he himself wonders how he hasn’t exploded yet. James caresses your back as you come down from your high, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, his metal fingers running soothing circles on your shoulders. 

He lines himself behind you, and you yelp when he pushes inside your rim, relishing in the way your hole stretches around his girth with every agonizingly slow thrust.

The coil inside you gets tighter with each obscene sound of their balls slapping against you, each squelch of your wetness, each time Steve pants touching himself.

“Faster, please.” you beg.

“You like when daddy fucks your asshole, huh? You like being full of cock, you little slut.”, James teases you, “Will you let Steve use you too, princess?”

“Yes, yes, please.” you moan, ass bouncing on their cocks, their hands everywhere on your body, “Please Steve, I want you to fuck my pussy.”, you beg, hands reaching for him as he switches places with Sam, a wide grin on both their faces.

Steve’s cock reaches new places inside you, and you feel yourself about to faint each time his tip hits that sweet, spongy spot inside you, the need to relieve yourself of the tight knot in your belly growing stronger with each passing minute.

Harsh thrusts, bruising grips on your tender skin, someone bites on your shoulder, someone sucks on your toes, someone pulls your hair. You’re overwhelmed, lost in pleasure, barely registering what is going on around you as they pass you around like a ragdoll, their little slut. A hand clamps down on your neck, vision going spotty around the edges, tears streaming down your face. 

They pull orgasm after orgasm out of you until you lose count, too fucked out and in pure bliss, a loud ring in your ears, no longer feeling the muscles in your lower stomach. Your pussy aches delightfully, tingling and throbbing and clenching and clamping down on their cocks, the couch soiled with your release and theirs.

You mewl at the emptiness you feel when they pull out of you and their cum streams out of your abused holes. You find yourself on your back, legs spread wide open, James’ arms around you, thick ropes of cum dribbling out of your cunt, Steve’s eyes trained on it before he digs in, eating you out with more passion than before, licking you clean of your slick and theirs, the room filled with the slurping noises he makes and the sobs that escape you, overstimulated and exhausted.

“I know you got another one in you sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” James coos you, peppering your jaw with soft kisses, “Just one more, I know you can do this.”

Steve sucks hard on your clit, and you cry out as one more wave of pleasure engulfs you, jolts of electricity jerking your body, your eyes rolling to the back of your neck, your release hitting him straight in the face.

You’re all spent and satisfied, lying on the couch in each other’s embrace, Sam spooning Steve, Steve clinging to your leg while you scratch his scalp, your head resting on James’ chest. 

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He tries to commit this moment of bliss to memory, your blissed out face and the warmth you exude antidotes to the darkness that swallows him whole sometimes.

After years of barely staying afloat, being dragged beneath the surface, never enough to drown completely, just enough to claw at his throat and gasp for air, he feels himself coming back to life, slowly but surely, whenever he is with you. 

There’s forces that smother him, pull him under anytime he resurfaces again. It’s waking up in a pool of blood on the cold concrete every night, it’s the freight car derailing each time, the twisted metal panels of his car, the bright lights of ambulances and fire trucks, the sterile smells of gauzes and the bitter taste of blood. It’s the spoils of his marriage, the looks of indifference to his pain, the horror in her eyes upon seeing his bandaged stump, the touch starved shell of a man he’d become. It’s the haunting memory of walking in on his bestfriend fucking her in his own bed, the relieved look on her face that he’d finally caught them, it’s finding out that everyone knew. Everyone except for him.

But you, you’re the first breath of fresh air after drowning for so long, the spark that lights his fire again. You are the beacon of hope that it might be worth living to see another day.

And so, he obeys to your every whim, and he spoils you rotten. His babygirl gets what she wants, whenever she wants it.

Sometimes you ask for pretty dresses, shiny heels and designer bags; occasionally, you wish for the white sand of the Maldives to tickle your feet, or the warm springs of Iceland to soothe your sore muscles.

Other times, you don’t say it, and some things are better left unspoken, but he sees it in your eyes, the burning desire you try to hide behind downcast gazes and polite smiles, the way your breath hitches and you clench your thighs. He’s bothered by it, to some extent, because he wishes to be the only one you look that way, but he knows you don’t belong to him. Not in the way that matters, anyway. 

And maybe it’s better like that, considering how things ended with the last one.

Sometimes you want other lovers, and he let’s you have them.

It’s not love, he chants like a mantra, it’s companionship for him, and convenience for you. A pretty, smart, young woman like you wouldn’t even spare him a second glance if he didn’t shower you in money. 

It’s not love, but it sure feels like it. At least on his part it does.

“Daddy?” you whisper, Sam and Steve’s soft snores resonating in his ears.

He hums, a content bliss settling on his face whenever you’re in his arms.

“Thank you.”

The smile he gives you is the most precious gift you’ll ever receive. 

“Anything for you, princess.”

And he means it.

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[sif-the-tsunami]

Principal’s Pet

This is part of the Cavill School Writing Challenge. Thank you for @killjoy-assbutt-1112 for creating this idea and @oh-for-fic-sake for making the challenge. I would love feedback from anyone who will be kind enough to give it.

Warnings: Porn without plot. Smutty bondagey goodness. BDSM, Impact play, humiliation, degradation, language, Male Dom, Fem Sub, lactation, breeding, unprotected sex, exhibitionism. If I’m missing anything, let me know.  There is barely any backstory, I just love little scenarios like this. If you are not into impact play, this might not be your flavor. However, please don’t yuck my yum.

Pairing: Principal Cavill x Anita (ofc)

Word count: 2K

A mother’s lust

Smut below the cut!

Principal Cavill sat in his office, typing away at the report he was going to be submitting to the school board the next morning. The soft motorized sucking noise, a faint gasp and sultry moan filled the silence he left while pondering what to include next. His mechanical keyboard clacking rhythmically, he looked up from the screen and gazed at the woman tied to the chair next to his desk. She was one of the young, unwed mothers that had come to the Cavill Reform and Vocational School for Young Women seeking job skills from one of the programs they offered. The school had a private dormitory and child care for these women coming into the school for training. Some of the girls were there because other private schools would no longer take them, others were there because the school boasted a high success rate of getting the women hired after completion. Either way, over the years, it had developed a nickname. The girls enrolled referred to it as The Cavill School for Wayward Strumpets.

The strumpet currently soaking her panties on the wooden chair in his office was being punished for sneaking out after curfew. She evidently wanted to see her baby’s father. A few days ago, she had been in his office with her fussy baby, talking to him about how she didn’t know what she was going to do, but she appreciated the life skills she had been learning. She looked exhausted that afternoon. The principal asked her to hand the baby over to him. He gently rocked back and forth with the tiny infant in his arms. The little one let out a wail and then fell asleep.

“See, Anita, sometimes you just need to relax and the things you want will happen.” He said calmly. He looked at her big green eyes. Just below her eyes, he noticed the dampness growing across her breasts. The baby’s cries must have triggered her let down. He tried to keep his face neutral, but when she noticed, her face flushed deeply and he saw the humiliation written across her face. Between the breast milk, and that lovely blush that graced her face, he could feel himself stirring. She babbled an apology and covered herself. He offered her his dark blue sweater so she could go back to her dorm and change.  The sweater was so huge on her that it made him chuckle to himself. He handed the sleeping baby back to Anita and she shuffled off.

This morning, she was tied to the chair, school uniform skirt hiked up so he could see her little pink panties, her blouse was unbuttoned down to her waist, full tits pulled out over her bra cups with a fancy breast pump attached to her nipples. The pump had been draining her for the past twenty minutes and the milk pouches were almost completely full. Her pouty lips were held apart by a gag causing her to drool down her neck and chest. What the woman didn’t know was that the gag in her mouth was shaped after the head of Principal Cavill’s cock. He had shoved it her mouth after she wouldn’t stop backtalking to him in protest.

Anita let out a pained whimper. He said in a sweet tone “Oh dear, I should take those off of you, shouldn’t I. Your poor sensitive nipples.”

He removed the pumps from her chest. Eyeing the droplets left clinging on to her puffy, aching nipples, the Principal leaned forward and licked the liquid gold. The softness of his tongue after the harshness of the pump made her inhale sharply then moan. He fixed the pouches of milk and placed them in the little refrigerator in his office. He came back and started massaging her large breasts. Her eyes fluttered shut and she pushed her chest towards his hands. “You are a very good mummy, you know that right? You are doing the right thing for you and your little angel by being here. I see a lot of potential in you Anita, however, you still need to be punished.”

He took off his silk tie first, then his supple leather belt. He untied the young woman from the chair, and leaned her over his desk. She didn’t fight him at all. He used his silk tie to bind her arms behind her back. Stand behind her, he used one of his feet to spread her legs apart. He could see the pooling arousal in those light pink panties. “Little girl, you have earned fifteen lashes on this beautiful ass of yours. If you are a good girl and take this with some dignity, I’ll be sure to put in a good word with Mr Solo, and make sure he sends you something special for dinner. Alright?”

The bound woman nods her head. With his thick thumbs, he pulls the pink panties down by her knees. The first lash leaves a red welt across her perfect posterior. She yelps and flinches slightly. The second lash hits above the last, the next several hit different parts of her rump. By the ninth lash, he noticed that she was moaning more than yelping, raising her ass a little to meet the belt. Her sex glistened with her arousal. He paced out the last six as evenly as he could. Even with the special consideration he took with her backside, her skin was red and angry. He leaned forward to pull her panties back up for her when she arched her back and presented herself more to him. His office smelled like her gorgeous sex, and he wanted to bury himself in her rose colored core. He kissed one of the red welts gently. “You liked this, didn’t you? My little pain slut.”

Her eyes were dreamy as she nodded at him. He ran his hand up her thigh, stopping at the beautiful flower, begging to be watered. She pressed herself into his thumb that brushed against her sex. “You like feeling humiliated like this don’t you? Someone could just walk through that door and see what a slut you are for me. But I bet you want that, don’t you?”

Between the questions, he planted kisses on different welts, on the last one he bit down. The noise that came from around the gag in her mouth was primal and made his cock throb. He then had an idea, he wanted to test the limits of this little masochist in his grasp. He undid his tie on her wrists and then in a quick movement, he rolled her onto her back, and pushed her so her bottom and feet were on his desk. He took the straps from the chair and tied her wrists to the same side’s ankle leaving her pussy open and on display for him. He walked around to her head for a moment, taking in the beautiful tableau before him. Her breast still bare for him, nipples puffy and erect. He leaned down and whispered in her ear “I want to try something with you,” His voice was thick with desire. “None of my other students have seemed to enjoy their punishment as much as you have. I think we might both like this, but I need to know you trust me.”

Anita nodded her head, smirking behind the gag in her mouth. He leaned down and kissed her around the apparatus in her mouth. He trailed his mouth down her exposed skin, flicking his tongue on her sore nipples and he continued to her waiting center.

He fixed his belt in hand, and brought down the first stroke on her core. The young woman screamed behind the gag, she shuttered but left her legs open. He ran his hand up her thigh, “Do you want me to stop?”

She lifted her head off the table, eyebrows knitted together and violently shook her head no. “You want me to keep going?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

He brought the belt down again. Again she shuttered and cried out. A third stroke had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. A forth one had her back arching and legs trembling. A last well placed smack landed dead center and she was so close to heaven.

He watched as she trembled and writhed on his desk. He leaned his head down between her thighs and kissed the bruised flower. She gasped and her hands searched for his as he pulled to to the edge of the desk and buried his face in her lust. On his knees he ravished her sacred garden. Kissing, nibbling, sucking on her most delicate anatomy, he brought her to the edge of immense pleasure and watched as she rode the wave as it crashed around her. He wiped his face off on her thigh, leaving a lingering kiss near her knee. “I want to fuck this pretty pussy of yours, Anita. I want to fuck you like that weak little boy who knocked you up and left you to fend for yourself never could. I want to show you want a man can do for you, will you have me?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Anita again nodded enthusiastically. With that he unleashed himself from the pants he was wearing. He ripped his shirt off and his clothes fell down to the floor with a light plop. The principal rubbed himself against her opening, getting himself slick with her pleasure. In a slow, smooth movement, he entered her. Her back arched again and a sexy, deep moan of pleasure came out. He began to pound himself her red and raw flesh.

“You like this, don’t you? My little pain slut. You are so fucking sexy. You like being used, your cunt is so tight on my cock.” The principal rasped as laid claim to the woman’s body. He started rubbing her clit with his large thumb, “Do you got another one in you, baby? Think you can cum on my cock?”

Before Anita could answer, the office door swung open. Mr Walker entered the room, “Hank, you wanted to see me?”

He stopped dead in his tracks seeing the young woman being impaled on the desk with Principal Cavill thrusting into her. The interruption was just what she needed to make her see stars again. Her eye’s rolled back in her head as she screamed again behind the gag in her mouth. “Now’s not a good time, Walker. Oh, you fucking slut, cum on my dick.”

Walker chuckled to himself and left the room exclaiming, “I fucking love this job.”

The principal’s eyes never left his captive, feeling her body convulse on him, made him join her in absolute pleasure. He emptied himself into her willing body.

He rubbed the inner part of her thigh as she twitched and moaned for him. She was wrecked. He watched as the cum pooled on his desk after he had removed himself from her. He took the silk tie and cleaned himself off with it, then proceeded to untie his victim. Kissing her one more time around the gag, he unleashed her. He pointed at the mess they had made with a quite, “Do you mind cleaning that up?”

Without a word, she got up off the desk, walked over to the edge then seductively bent over and licked up every drop that had spilled from her. She moaned like it was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. She was going to make an excellent plaything for her remaining time at the school. 

Reaching into his desk, he pulled out the balm he used when he got too heavy handed for some of the girls. He then ever so gently rubbed the salve on her welted bottom and sex. He might be strict, but never cruel. He paid special attention to her little bruised flower. She sucked in air and ground herself against his hand. Without being asked she moved her hands behind her back, allowing him to look at her body unobstructed.

“As long as you are here, as long as you are mine, this little honey pot belongs to me. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Principal Cavill.”

“You are no longer allowed to cum without my permission. You will not fuck without my permission. You will open yourself to whoever I tell you to. You will be one of my prized bitches, and I will breed you however and to whoever I see fit. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Principal Cavill.” She bit her lip, and he felt her body get warm on his fingers. He pulled his hand out from her cum dripping core and he put them in front of her face. Her green eyes never left his blues as she sucked their fluids off of his thick digits.

“Someone tried training you before, didn’t they?” He asked, she nodded as she kept sucking. It wasn’t until his fingers were cleaned that he allowed her to redress. He looked at her lovely neck and thought how much better it would look with collar on. He wondered about the depths of her depravity and how hard she would work for his pleasure. He almost wished he could let her lay on the dog bed he kept under his desk for Kal, so she could tenderly kiss and and stroke  his cock when he wanted.

Principal Cavill instructed young Anita that when she got to her room, she would need to take a bath. And that tomorrow she would be expected to visit him again in the morning so he could make sure to tend to her welts. He handed her the milk she pumped earlier and left her with some final instructions.

“Oh, And I will have Mr Solo to send you up some vanilla ice cream tonight. I expect you to be able to hand express yourself tomorrow into my morning cup of coffee. Maybe if you are a good girl tonight and don’t sneak out again, I’ll let you sit on my cock while you do it. If yo are really good girl, I might even let you cum. However, if you are a bad girl, I’ll make Mr Walker watch as I thrash your bottom again while you are bent over my desk and you will have to tell him what a pain slut you are. Understood?”

Anita smirked mischievously. “Yes, Principal Cavill. Thank you, Principal Cavill.”

[clevermonkey93]

underneath the power of the light (shot at the night)

also on ao3

Turns out when a witcher is in a relationship and has constant access to the love and cuddles someone like Jaskier gives, he becomes an utter hornwolf.

Basically what if Geralt responded really well to hugs and kisses? Like really well.

;)

Jaskier loves travelling the path with Geralt, getting to experience first hand (well almost) the real endless fight and existence Geralt has to carve out for himself. But sleeping out on the road sure gets old sometimes, even if over the last few months he’s snuggled his way first closer to and then into Geralt’s bed roll.

But it’s still a thousand times better when he gets to wake up in an actual bed, beneath a mostly whole roof, in the firm protective arms of his lover.

Especially when he can feel Geralt nosing at his neck, grazing his hands along his ribcage and nudging his hips forward into Jaskier’s bum.

“Darling, the sun isn’t even up,” Jaskier whines softly, yawning but practically writhing as Geralt almost purrs back at him.

“Want me to stop?”

Geralt sounds so sexy when his already deep and rough voice is timbered with sleep. And a hunger.

“Never.” Jaskier arches against Geralt, pressing his bum harder against Geralt’s firming cock.

Geralt kisses his neck, peppering licks and nips against skin blushing rosy in response. His hands flutter up Jaskier’s chest, stroking and petting through the plush hair to find his perked nipples. Jaskier moans, pressing his chest into the pinches and the way Geralt's fingers just know how to play him.

Geralt’s dick is near insistent, working between Jaskier’s bare cheeks and teasing him with what’s to come.

“What if you wore me out last night, dear heart?” Jaskier husks prettily, biting his lips.

“Did I? Are you satisfied?” Geralt pinches both Jaskier's nipples at once, nibbling at his neck again when Jaskier moans loudly.

“Of course not,” Jaskier manages to giggle back. “Oh, just keep touching me.”

Geralt hums, pleased, and brings a hand down to drag his palm to Jaskier’s stiffening cock. He works him to full hardness slowly, listening to the tuneful gasps and moans and songful cries Jaskier explodes with. Geralt drags his other hand back towards Jaskier's sweet bum, parting his cheeks with purposeful fingers.

“Make me come first,” Jaskier interrupts. Geralt raises an eyebrow at that but doesn’t argue.

“Hmm, before..?”

“Yessss.”

Jaskier's feeling bratty this morning, demanding attention and Geralt to do what he says. He also just loves it when he asks Geralt for something, and he just gives it to him.

“Alright, whatever you say.”

Geralt rolls Jaskier onto his back, pressing him into the sheets. He leans down to kiss his pouty mouth, hushing his cries momentarily until he pulls away, out of breath. Geralt drags his way down Jaskier's body, licking, kissing and biting his skin just to make him sing. Jaskier is writhing beneath him as he takes his time teasing his nipples again, tweaking and nibbling longer than he might normally because Jaskier is making the sweetest sounds.

When he gets between Jaskier’s desperate legs, he's practically shoving his cock up to him. Geralt gives him a cursory lick, gets his tip between his lips and carefully presses his teeth just below the head, just to hear Jaskier gasp and choke, lose his breath.

Jaskier’s clasping hands are in his hair when Geralt ducks down, abandoning his dick to lift his hips and nose his way between his cheeks. Jaskier moans through arpeggios when he feels Geralt's tongue at his hole, flat and firm until he softens and then focussed as he enters him. His legs wind around Geralt's shoulders as he tries to ride his tongue harder, deeper. He’s shaking when Geralt’s hand comes back to rub at his cock again.

He’s so close and Geralt doesn't relent at all, his tongue licking him open and getting him wet while he presses his thumb right against the tip of his cock.

Jaskier cries out a desperate, famished moan of Geralt's name as he comes, riding it out and weakly thrusting up into Geralt's sticky hand.

“Ohhh,” he sighs sweetly as he tugs Geralt back up to him. His legs immediately trap Geralt's hips, pulling him closer. “So good, so good, darling, you’re so good to me.”

Geralt's cock rests against Jaskier’s twitching hole, hot and slick and empty for him.

“Oh go on, go on, love, you’ve been so patient,” Jaskier breathes into Geralt’s ear, tugging him down to catch his lips and kiss him as Geralt pushes inside. He feels Geralt groan into his mouth, panting against his tongue when he’s fully seated. And oh the stretch is so wonderful. He’s twitchy from coming so recently, and spit is never quite as good as oil for slicking the way but the burn is just right. And feeling Geralt begin to shake with how good it feels is perfect.

“That’s it, gods, you feel wonderful,” Jaskier pants out, kissing Geralt again and rolling his hips. “Go on, dear heart, go on. Have me.”

Sometimes, it’s about the permission.

Geralt is still getting used to the constant love and unconditional embrace Jaskier gives him every day, and it makes him want him more and more each second. Each time Jaskier lets him in, brings him closer, gives him the permission to cherish and need someone, Geralt falls in love a little more, wants this man so much more. He’s never felt desire like this so constantly, but existing in his lover's presence has it near bubbling at the surface at all hours. He’d worry that he was asking too much of Jaskier if he wasn’t so honest in his pleasure.

Jaskier is shaking a little as Geralt thoroughly fucks him. He can tell how hungry Geralt is for him, gripping at his ribcage and thrusting firmly as Jaskier keeps trying to kiss him through it. Geralt’s breathing hard and starting to gasp with every roll of his hips. There’s a painful pinch to his fingers at Jaskier’s sides that has Jaskier’s palms dragging down Geralt's back to hold onto his lovely bum.

“That’s it, darling, that's it.” Jaskier pulls his mouth away to kiss up to Geralt’s ear. He nips at the shell, tugs at the lobe a little. “That’s it, you’ve been so good to me, so good for me. Ohhh, love, you’re so good, that's it, go on. Go on. Have me, darling.”

Geralt's groaning and biting at Jaskier’s neck as he comes, burying himself as deep as he can and digging in. Jaskier feels him shake through it for whole minutes and he grabs fistfuls of Geralt's bum to tug him just a little closer.

Geralt lets himself collapse onto Jaskier’s chest, still breathing hard as Jaskier starts to pet his hair and kiss the top of his head.

“You’re very lovely like this,” Jaskier whispers, so Geralt tilts up to kiss him again.

The sun is just starting to rise but he lets Jaskier’s arms keep him settled into soft skin, listening to Jaskier’s heart gradually calm to it’s regular gentle rabitting.

He’s in no rush to leave Jaskier’s hold, the warmth he’s found in this bed and in these arms.

Besides, Jaskier is doubtful that they’re done with the bed yet.