#he's debating whether he's got the right lube for this

[mynameismckenziemae]

She's a Fire-Chapter XVI

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/

Reader (no use of y/n)

Just inhale

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: so much lol, role-play (principal/naughty school girl), dom/sub, dom!bradley, spanking, p in v, oral (both receiving), ass play, crying during sex, humiliation, etc.

You panic slightly as you try to get ahold of Bradley, but Sunny texts you.

Sunny: Bobby sent me a text saying phones were getting cut early. Just wanted to let you know if you were worried.

You sigh in relief, still feeling frustrated though that your call was cut short. You can’t imagine how Bradley must be feeling, hopefully, he got off too.

Rowan: Thank you! Yeah, I was a little worried. How’d Bob like the pictures? Bradley said he looked like he was put through the wringer. 😂

Sunny: Lol, yeah. I’ll just say he REALLY liked them. His favorite was where I’m on my knees (big surprise)…he said I better greet him that way when he gets home. 😏 How about Bradley?

Rowan: Same. He was so distracted he forgot to text me for the first 40 minutes. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Sunny: Ha! That sucks though, you guys barely had any time to talk then.

Rowan: You’re telling me. We were right in the middle of it when he cut out.

Sunny: Ohhh, that sucks. Bob said they’ve had zero alone time too.

Rowan: Yeah 😩

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Bradley still hasn’t gotten off …not having a moment alone between hops, briefings, training, meals, and shut-eye. Thankfully he’s been so exhausted that he’s asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, even though the sleep hasn’t been great either.

2 days later, he finally catches a break-They’ll be back on the mainland tomorrow by noon. A few days earlier than anticipated.

“Hey Bobby, don’t let Sun tell Rowan we’ll be back, I wanna surprise her after work,” Bradley says as he packs his bag.

“I won’t. I think she’s working a 12 tomorrow so she probably won’t be home until after Row anyway,” he replies, doing the same.

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He pulls into the driveway around 2 and walks into a spotless house. He throws in a load of laundry and unpacks the rest of his things, before flopping on the bed and pulling out his phone to finally look at your pictures in private. He sighs as your scent hits him from the pillows. God, he missed you.

Groaning, he pulls his cock out and opens the bedside drawer to squirt a dollop of lube on his hand before starting to jerk himself off. He’s wound tight, and it’s not long before he finishes, stripes of cum coating his stomach. He snaps a picture to send you later, wipes his stomach with his boxer briefs, and jumps in the shower.

Rifling through his dresser for a pair of boxers, he spots the plaid skirt hanging up you wore for Christmas. He smiles as he thinks of the perfect way to surprise you.

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You sigh heavily as you pull onto your street, not looking forward to another night of waiting to hear from Bradley but your heart rate picks up when you see the Bronco in the driveway.

“Bradl-“ you start to call as you burst through the door, but stop when you notice what’s on the steps.

There’s a pile of clothes folded neatly next to a pair of black heels with a note on top.

Your lip quirks as you open it.

“Ms. Connor,

Your behavior over the last few weeks has been unacceptable, as you’re well aware. Change into the clothes I’ve set out and report to my office for further discussion and retribution.

You have 10 minutes to be dressed and in my office (time starts as soon as I hear the door). Do not be late.”

That delicious mixture of excited dread runs through you at his words. You debate whether or not you want to push it and be late, but decide against it; you’ve missed him too much.

You strip at the bottom of the stairs and pull on the skirt, then the button-down shirt, and finally the knee high socks and carry your shoes up the stairs, slipping them on at the top.

You walk slowly into the office, biting your lip as you take him in. He looks so good, leaning back in his chair. Wearing nice slacks and a button down too, holding a wooden ruler in his hand, tapping it against his leg.

“I’m impressed, you made it with 10 seconds to spare, Ms. Connor. It’s too little, too late though, I’m afraid.” He says as he rises from the chair, erection thick and obvious in his well-fitted pants. He circles you like a hawk. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Goosebumps rise as you smell his cologne. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“Not yet, but you will be.” He says, walking over to the desk, and leaning against as it faces you. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“My behavior’s been unacceptable, sir.”

“Be more specific.”

“I forgot to take the garbage to the curb on Tuesday?” You guess, unable to resist teasing him.

“Try again.”

“I went 7 miles over the speed limit on Broadway Street this morning on the way to work…”

“Sending dirty pictures, teasing me with images of you with another woman…does any of that ring a bell?”

“That was Sunny’s idea, I was just-“You start to lie but he interrupts.

“And now you’re trying to let someone else take the blame?”

“No sir, I was just trying to-“

“I don’t want to hear excuses. Now get on your knees and do something better with that mouth.” He says as he unbuttons his pants and pulls himself out, nodding by his feet for you to take your place there.

Holy shit. You’re almost dizzy at the pulse of arousal that pulses through you, coating your bare thighs.

“Yes sir” you answer, stepping forward to kneel before him.

His hand reaches out to cup your face, a moment of tenderness before he catches himself and pushes his fingers through your hair to guide your head.

“Christ, your mouth. Always getting you into trouble,” he hisses as you hollow your cheeks around him, “keep that up and maybe it’ll get you out of it.”

You moan and nod around him, looking up at him under your lashes. You reach for his sack and gently roll his balls in your hand. Tears spring to your eyes as you force yourself not to gag when you take him in deeper, tugging his balls at the same time.

He shudders and his head drops with a deep groan before he pulls you off by your hair. “Nice try, you almost made me cum, Ms. Connor.” He pants, chest heaving. You whine at his words as he tucks himself back into his pants.

He holds his hand out to help you to your feet, then pulls you to the desk. He grinds his erection into your ass as he stands behind you, his hand coming up between your shoulder blades to push your front against the cool wood.

He reaches under your skirt to squeeze your cheeks and sucks in a breath as he realizes. “No panties again, Ms. Connor?”

“There were none in the pile of clothes that were left out for me, sir.” You cheekily reply.

He chuckles, hands still squeezing and rubbing the soft skin of your bottom. “Were you wearing any before you changed?”

“Yes sir,” you admit.

“So you took them off, knowing I would see when I spanked you.”

“Yes sir.”

“Why?” He asks, dropping his hands and stepping back.

You hesitate and that earns you a harsh smack through your skirt.

“I-“ you start but he swats your other side.

“I don’t want excuses. Since you like showing off so much you can stand in the corner after I’m through with you.”

You whimper, but reply “Yes sir.”

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Bradley gives you a few more swats through your skirt before flipping it over your hips. He whistles lowly and you hear him take a few pictures on his phone.

A gasp leaves you as he swipes his fingers between your legs. You fail to bite back your moan as he tsks. “Just like I thought. You’re enjoying this.”

He wipes the wetness on your upturned skirt and slaps your right cheek with his hand before you can argue. “I don’t want to hear anything from you other than crying right now.”

Oh God. Your aching pussy clenches around nothing and you bite your lip as you nod.

The left cheek is spanked next, and then he alternates sides as he warms your skin with quick, solid smacks, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention. He’d set the ruler in front of your face to taunt you with what’s yet to come and you fidget, shifting your weight between your legs unintentionally trying to get some friction between your legs as he reddens your ass.

“Already squirming and I haven’t even finished warming you up. Hold still or I’ll put you over my knee and start over”. He warns, only pausing for a moment before continuing with his hand. You whimper, unsure if you want that or not.

He gives you a few more on each side; each a little harder than the last and you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he stops.

A deep moan slips past your lips when he pushes two thick fingers inside you, pumping them in and out slowly before he brings them up to circle your clit. You’re close but you try and hold it off, knowing he’s not going to let you orgasm. Sure enough, as soon as you start feeling that pull, he pulls his hand away and gently slaps your clit.

You press your forehead to the desk and whine in frustration and he chuckles.

“If you take your punishment like a good girl, maybe I’ll let you have my cock.”

You nod, unsure if you’re allowed to talk yet.

He picks up the ruler and you shiver in anticipation as he runs it over your heated skin. Before you notice it’s gone, he snaps it over both cheeks with a sharp crack. It stings…and you like it.

He alternates sides like he always does, each side getting the same amount, and making sure every spankable area gets attention.

Tears start to fill your eyes around the twentieth or so swat and you begin to fidget again, your legs shake as the stinging pain from your ass and the echoing throb between your legs is getting to be too much.

Bradley takes notice. “Have you had enough, Ms. Connor?”

“Yes sir,” you sniff.

“A few more should do it then,” he replies and lets the final 10 spanks land across the sit spots on your lower cheeks; a few tears leak as you hold your breath when the stinging becomes almost unbearable; exhaling finally when he drops the ruler.

He pulls you back to standing and you groan as your thighs inadvertently rub together.

“Go,” he points to the corner.

“No, please sir, I’ve learned my lesson, I promise!“

Sighing, he unzips your skirt and pulls it off you, then he grabs your elbow to drag you over to the corner. He folds your arms across your back, and you mewl as you feel his erection against you.

“Stay here,” he growls, spanking you twice more before he walks to grab something out of the top drawer of the desk.

You flinch as you hear the cap of the lube pop open and again when his cold wet fingers trail over your puckered hole. He can’t resist, and places kisses on your neck as he eases a finger in, pumping in and out slowly. You sigh as you get used to the feeling; he’s only ever toyed with your ass while he’s fucking or stimulating you in other ways. He pulls away as you start to enjoy it but the lube clicks again and soon you feel something cold and metal pressing into you. Your breath hitches and you tense instinctively.

“It’s smaller than the one you use on me,” he chuckles. You relax, and he pushes it all the way in. He’s right, it’s not much bigger than his finger. You feel full…and frustrated because it’s not what you want.

“Don’t move, I’ll be back in a minute,” he says.

You hear him walk into the bathroom and wash his hands, returning a few minutes later.

He takes pictures on his phone again and you flush, imagining what you look like; shirt still on, arms folded behind your back, and your bright red ass with a plug peeking between your cheeks. The delicious shame and humiliation have your thighs drenched as you shift your weight trying to get relief of any kind.

“Think I should send these to Bob and Sunny? Show them what I do to naughty girls?”

You flush even further and shake your head. “No sir, please don’t. It was Sunny’s idea but I agreed to it.”

“Whose idea was it to leave a handprint on that perfect ass and take a picture of it to tease me with?” He asks, setting his phone down.

“…Sunny’s.” You reply with a snort, breaking character.

He breaks and laughs too as he leans against the the desk. The ‘scene’ is over. “Come here, Row.”

You turn and your hands immediately drop to your ass to finally rub the sting out, skin still hot to the touch. It hurts sofuckinggood. He’s stripped down to his boxer briefs, and his cock strains with a wet spot where precum is leaking through.

You unbutton your shirt as you saunter over to him, letting it fall from your arms and unclasp your bra before letting it drop too.

His arms wrap around your waist as your hands weave through his hair to kiss him deeply, moaning as his tongue dances with yours. He lifts you and turns, clearing items from his desk with his arm before he lays you back on it.

“I missed you so much, Row,” He pulls back to look you in the eyes, voice thick. “I love you.”

“I love you, and I missed you too. So much. I was miserable without you” you reply with a sad smile.

He looks like he wants to say something more but he kisses you instead. Too soon you have to pull away to breathe and he kneels, placing your legs over his shoulders. He wastes no time and groans when he licks you in a long stripe, finally tasting you.

Your head drops to your shoulder as you watch him. His eyes are closed and he’s grunting softly into your pussy as his shoulder flexes rhythmically; he’s jerking off.

You gasp as his other hand’s fingers push into you, the plug making it more intense when he curls them, rubbing over your g-spot while he laves at your clit.

Your vision goes white as your back arches off the desk when he pushes you over the edge. Your pussy flutters around his fingers and he keeps going as you writhe above him.

“Fuck, Bradley!” You cry hoarsely as he draws a second climax from you before you recover from the first. Your thighs lock around his ears and your hands tug his hair when he doesn’t. let. up.

Gently sucking your pulsing clit into his mouth, he continues his assault on your g-spot, and a moment later he finally gets what he wants; a gush of wetness coats his chin as your pussy contracts around his fingers.

He groans into you, the hand around his cock gripping the base to stop his imminent orgasm.

You weakly pull his head away, unable to open your eyes as the aftershocks pulse through you.

He rises to carry you bridal-style to the bedroom, laying you down before climbing over you.

Your eyes drift close again as he pushes in; a tighter fit from the plug and nearly 2 weeks since he was inside you.

You flinch, opening your eyes when a wet drop falls on you. Your heart stops when you see Bradley’s crying.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You ask, hands cupping his face.

“Nothing, sweetheart. I just love you fucking so much. I never want to leave you again,” he says, voice trembling as he leans down to kiss you before tucking his head into your neck.

“I love you too,” you whisper, tears springing to your eyes as your fingers run over his back.

He whispers sweet praises into your neck, coaxing another orgasm from you before letting himself succumb to his own.

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You lay tangled together for a while in comfortable silence before asking him to join you in the shower.

“‘Course,” he smiles.

He cleans up the office and gets your clothes from the bottom of the stairs while you remove the plug and wash it.

Bradley gets in first and laughs when you tense the first time the hot water touches the sore skin of your tush. You let him wash you first and then you do the same to him.

After, he rubs on the aloe before you slip on one of his tees. You turn on a movie and have him lay on his stomach so you can work all the knots out of his neck and back from sleeping in those awful bunks.

You smile as he’s asleep 10 minutes later, throwing a blanket over you both and tucking into his side.

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A/N: I hope this one was worth the wait. I apologize, the last few days were awful and the next few will be too.

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[fixfoxnox]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy

Description: Early into their relationship, Ghost and Roach create a tradition for a song they enjoy :)

They're on leave, both of them working around one another in the small kitchen of their cute little temporary home. They'd rented a small cabin for their time off and they were taking advantage of every part of the building.

They'd already spent three nights of their leave cuddled together within the large porcelain tub in the bathroom, just enjoying the other's presence and the warmth of the water. If one of them got handsy, that was their own business.

Their first day in the small cabin had practically been spent in bed, both sleeping and occupying themselves with more energetic activities. The only times they'd left bed were to answer the door for their food deliveries. The day after that they hadn't actually moved out of the bed until noon, the soft plush of the mattress too tempting for them.

This was the fifth day of their leave and Roach had insisted that they make dinner themselves that night and take advantage of the kitchen. He'd been begging for Ghost to let him make him some southern comfort food for months and he knew this was the perfect opportunity.

They'd gone shopping together at the beginning of the day, Ghost acting as the buggy pusher (he and Roach had a playful debate on whether it was a buggy or a trolley) as well as the bag holder. He seemed more than content to watch Roach peruse the shelves for his materials. They'd also made a brief stop by the soaps to buy some bubbles and salts for the bath. Ghost had gotten "distracted" by another section and, though Roach's face had gone bright red, they'd also left the store with a bottle of strawberry flavored lube.

As soon as they'd arrived back at the small cabin, Roach had put Ghost to work. They'd flicked on the radio to a random station, letting music fill the air as they worked around one another seamlessly. Ghost listened to Roach's instructions, cutting things up for him as he mixed everything together. Within thirty minutes Roach had smothered chicken cooking on the side while he and Ghost worked together on a side dish.

Roach hadn't been paying attention when the song came on. He was too focused on the vegetables that he was cutting, trying to make sure they were perfectly diced so they would cook properly. He dimly registered the music, but it wasn't until Simon was gently nudging the knife out of his hand that things came back into focus for him.

"What-"

Simon grabbed his waist, turning him around and pulling him closer with a bright grin. He was quick to start moving them around the kitchen in a playful dance. It only took Roach a few moments to realize what was happening, a smile of his own splitting across his face.

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (Grow faster, faster)

Ooh, ooh, can you feel my love heat?

Come on and sit on my hot-seat of love

And tell me how do you feel right after all

Simon twisted them around, swaying them around the small kitchen in quick twirls. "I'd like for you and I to go romancing, say the word, your wish is my command," he sang along, pressing a quick kiss to Roach's lips, pulling a grin from his lips.

They pulled apart, both of them dancing horribly around the small kitchen together, laughter pulling from them at the other's moves. The joy in the air was palpable as the song continued, both of them coming back to one another to join in a dance again.

Simon playfully spun Roach around before pulling him closer to dip him into a sweet kiss. Roach felt warm with affection, the song still ringing around them as they continued to kiss. It ended before they separated, both too busy with the other to fully notice.

They always danced to that song. Simon had joked before that it was their song, the one that they'd dance to at their wedding eventually. Roach hadn't told him how warm the idea made him.

These moments were some of his favorites. These moments of joy between them as they let all of their worries melt away and just danced with the other. It often ended like this, with their lips pressed together, their hearts beating for the other and the other only. Nothing could take these moments from them.

He's cooking things by himself when the song comes on this time. The members of the 141 are all sat behind him at the small table in the rec room, waiting with idle chatter for the food he'd promised to make for them. He'd given them a fair warning that they would never want anyone else to cook again, though they clearly hadn't believed his playful words.

He was listening idly to the men's conversation, his focus on the meat he was cutting up in front of him. Music buzzed around the room, creating a pleasant sort of atmosphere. They were listening to one of Price's playlists. There was lots of what Gaz had affectionately referred to as "dad rock" playing, but Roach didn't mind it.

Soap was talking about something he and Ghost had been working on, some sort of tweaks to one of their shared rifles. He was rather animated about it, so Roach had been enjoying the excitable timber of his voice as he spoke, affection coiling in his chest.

He nearly cut his finger when he heard the first few notes of the song. He froze as the music rushed through him, pulling a pleasant flush to his skin and sprouting a feeling of joy in his chest. He let go of the knife and closed his eyes, leaning against the counter for support as a small laugh bubbled up from his throat.

He felt so warm. The atmosphere around him changed as the song continued and he couldn't help himself. He pushed himself away from the counter, beginning to bounce around and twist to the music excitedly.

He was brought back to the kitchen of that small cabin, laughter and warmth filling the air and his bones as Simon tugged him into a quick dance. For a moment, a brief fleeting moment, he really felt like he was back there. He felt like he could feel Simon's hands grabbing his own, tugging him in to twirl him around.

He was lost in the feeling, even as he heard Ghost's voice call out behind him, "Roach? What are you doing?"

Roach was quick to turn to him, a bright smile in his face as joy threatened to bubble over inside of him, "What are you talking about?" He stepped closer to the man excitedly, "We always-"

He stopped suddenly, everything came crashing down over him in an instant, with one small sight. Ghost's hand entwined with Soap's. Confused and amused looks from the members of his team burned into him, withering away the joy that previously bubbled up inside of him. It was left nothing more than a pile of ash, a pile of ash burned by a cigar and gasoline.

Gaz gave a small chuckle, shooting him another amused look before sharing a look with Soap. "Go on," Soap motioned forward with his hand, a grin on his face, "keep dancing, Bug, it was quite entertaining to watch."

Roach wanted to scream. He wanted to curse and cry and, most of all, he wanted the stupid weight that had settled over his chest to dissappear. He wanted to be back in that cabin with Simon, tucked away from anything and everything.

"I," Roach could hear Ghost chuckle a bit at Soap's teasing words. His heart collapsed inward, his hands began to shake. "I'm sorry, I'm going to step out for a moment." His voice shook just barely, just enough to have a look of surprise washing over the faces of the men in front of him.

"Roach?" Soap's brows furrowed, "What-?"

Roach didn't take any more time to listen to the man. He couldn't. He pushed out of the small rec room, rushing through the hallways as quick as he could to dart outside as hot tears burned down his face and sobs practically suffocated him. He wasn't with Simon. This wasn't his first life.

His hands found his knees as he bent over, heaving at the force of his emotions. There were very few people outside, but he could feel their stares on him as he leaned against the wall for support, trying to breath somewhere between the weight that seemed to be crushing his lungs and the sobs that were pulled violently from him.

He wished desperately that he was back in that cabin, back in the arms of Simon, back where he was meant to be. He wished they'd gotten a chance to dance to the song at their wedding, he wished they'd made it that far. He wished that the feeling of another memory tainted for him, painted in the grief he felt had welded itself to his bones, would finally dissappear. He wished he would dissappear with it.

😁😁😁 don't we all just love the SiTO verse 😁😁😁

[crackslashers101]

PISS KINK FOR RZ MIKEY, JASON, VINCENT, TOMMY, BILLY, AND BRAHMS??

Authors’ Note:

 We don’t usually do 7 slashers because our max is 5 at most, but we felt generous, since we already planned to do watersports next. We didn’t know which Billy you wanted, so we ended up doing both of the Billy’s for you. You really got spoiled today anon so eat up (in this case quite literally ;3) and enjoy! -  💙 & 💚

Water sports HC’s (GN Reader) 18+ MINORS DNI

!!!WARNING: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!

Piss kink/Watersports (urolagnia or urophilia): becoming excited or turned on by the thought, sight, taste or feel of urine.

RZ Michael Myers

Piss wouldn't be on Michaels top turn ons; however, if you’re into it then he would reconsider in respects to you. 

You would have to catch him on a VERY good day to do it but, even then, it’ll be incredibly hard to persuade him. 

You’d have to secretly plan it beforehand, consume gallons of water, and then convince his poor, clueless soul to get in bed and have sexy time with you.

Midway through fucking you, you would have to orgasm so incredibly hard that you piss yourself on the sheets as he is still inside of you.

Michael will be very shocked and pause before finding himself more turned on than he imagined. (He will punish you a bit later for dragging him into your kink unknowingly.)

You have opened a new world to him and he is now more willing to explore your piss kink with you.

Michael would not appreciate having you piss on him or him having to piss on you, but he would not mind it if it happened on the sheets. 

Michael will be considerate enough to help you with cleaning yourself up and the sheets afterward. 

Jason Voorhees

Similarly, Jason would not consider himself interested in piss kinks until he met you. 

You would have to persuade him heavily into going through with it but, once you have, his whole world would change for the better and the worst.

Jason would be more willing to have you piss on him, since he would be concerned about too much of his piss getting all over you. (After all, he is a big man with an even bigger bladder and an even bigger dick.)

He would also be concerned by the fact that your piss kink is new territory for him so he would much prefer you to take charge. 

When you manage to convince and encourage Jason enough to piss on you, he will enjoy it to the point that he would debate with you on who pisses next when it comes to sexy time. 

He will piss ALL over you. Whether it is on your face, body, or feet. ITS EVERYWHERE. 

You will end up using one of each other’s piss as lube.

Jason will be very kind and loving during the aftercare and will ensure you both are clean along with your soiled sheets. 

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent would not be interested in your piss kink whatsoever; however, he will put up with it for your sake.

He was very shocked when you first brought it up to him and it would completely blow out any plans or discussion you guys were going to have.

Vincent would only do it because he must love the hell out of you. There would be a very long discussion about having it in the bedroom beforehand.

He would only allow your piss kink to take place during special occasions such as your birthday, your anniversary, holidays, etc. 

On those special occasions, Vincent would expect you to be in charge entirely because he would refuse to piss on you and it is your idea. 

Vincent will allow you to enjoy yourself completely since your piss obsession would only be allowed on rare occasions. 

You should use the moment to the fullest and piss on him anywhere you want and in any way or position you want. (He is your pissy bitch for the night)

You may also be able to convince him to consume a lot of water and give him a blowjob to suck the piss right out of him with a mixture of both his semen and piss. 

Vincent will sigh after the session is over but help you with the clean up. 

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would be very unwilling at first but then his curiosity would get the best of him and he’ll agree to it. 

You will have to do some gentle, light pissing on him so he could get feel for it and then it’s almost like you awoke something.

He will eat you out while you piss and continue to do it through your orgasm. 

Thomas would very much enjoy you peeing on his face.

Ride his face while you piss in his mouth and you're never leaving the bed. It’s all over.

On rough days, he would definitely like to piss on you and fuck you until you couldn’t walk afterwards.

After he realizes he very much enjoys being pissed on, he would probably force you to drink a few gallons of water before having sexy time to make sure both of you get a good experience. ;)

Nevertheless, even if he does enjoy sitting in the bed covered in piss, he would definitely want a shower as soon as possible and will carry you to the bathroom.

Billy Loomis

Billy would immediately be on the offense about it and would down right shut the conversation. (He would be a bit grossed out about it)

You would have to have been in a very long-term relationship with him because he would dump you on the spot if you were barely dating for a while.

He would require you to strike a deal with him because he would not be interested in entertaining your piss kink whatsoever. 

It must be an extremely beneficial and appealing idea for him to even consider it. 

When he does agree to it, he will only be willing to finger you while you piss.

He may even lick his fingers just to tease you when he sees how turned on you are.  

When it is all over, he will definitely not be loving nor attentive to you whatsoever. He will only care about getting cleaned ASAP even if you only pissed on his hand. 

Billy Lenz

Billy would not need to hear another word from you after you mention having a piss kink to him. 

He may even be compelled to do it on spot with you and drag you to the bedroom to do it.

He would prefer to piss on you but, if he is in a good mood, he will allow you to piss on him every once in a while. 

You should expect to be degraded HEAVILY as he pisses anywhere on you, including in your mouth. ;)

He will spell his name out on your back with his piss so please enjoy the warm golden shower of his piss covering you.

At some point you will ride his face pissing on him and he would jerk off while you’re doing it. 

Neither of you should leave the bed knowing whose piss is on either of you. 

Aftercare would be soft since he would be thankful that you were open to him and willing to do this in the bedroom with him. Billy would hold you tight before expecting you to go help clean the both of you. 

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms would either cry when you bring up the idea of pissing in the bedroom or be highly intrigued to try it out.

You’d have to explain a lot on how watersports are in the bedroom for him to be more willing and confident enough to try it. 

He would prefer pissing on you rather than having you piss on him so expect him to whip his dick out on you immediately. 

Brahms would have sex with you first but, when he realizes he is close to cumming, he will hover over you with his dick close to your face and jerk off until he ends up pissing and cumming all over you. 

If you had no plans on leaving the bedroom and desire for another round, licking a bit of the semen and piss on your face will get him hard again. 

If you catch him on a good day or after enough experience of pissing in the bedroom, he will allow you to occasionally piss on his body and he may even lick bit of it if it gets on his face.

Brahms would find out he enjoys watersports much more than he expected and will allow it to take place more often.

Brahms would expect you to handle the cleaning of the sheets, but he’ll help you if you need any cleaning material handed to you and will follow you to shower together in the bathroom. 

[haikyuu-boys-headcanons]

𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 - 𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂

hehe, i’m back at it again with one of these long ass posts but this idea’s literally been in my head all day long so here you go !! obvious nsfw warning :)

tw: this whole post is just nsfw and embarrassing to read so read at your own risk >:)

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸 » during a super intense and loud session, his voice cracked as he asked you “does that feel goOD- good baby?” to this day, he still prays that you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own moans

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰 » you were riding him and he went to slap your ass, but something went wrong either because you were riding too quickly or he was shaking too much, boy ended up slapping himself in the balls. you’ve never heard that boy scream that loud in your life

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸 » literally pulled out in the middle of sex to get up and rush to the corner of his room to flip around his childhood teddy bears. your just laying there with your tiddies and coochie out waiting for asahi to shield the eyes of mr. wiggles

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰 » you two were having pretty intense shower sex until tanaka did the number one thing your not supposed to do during shower sex; this muthafucker slipped while holding you. long story short, y’all were okay but just ended up having nasty shower floor sex??

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰 » this tiny ass 5′2 man was unconsciously humping your leg while you were both asleep?? his presumably pleasurable wet dream had turned into a sudden nightmare when you literally had to KICK him off you to stop the humping. bad nishinoya, bad!

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰 » came WAYYY too early inside you, but he was too embarrassed to say anything so he just... kept going. sadly, no one had warned kageyama of the intense effects of overstimulation. he was shaking and whimpering so badly behind you to the point where you had to ask him to pull out and bring him a glass of water to calm down

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰 » the first time you squirted on him, he just blatantly asked you these exact few words that left you feeling mortified: “did you just piss on me?” nuh uh hinata, this water fountain ain’t yours to drown in anymore >:( 

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » kei was hitting it from the back pretty hard this time, so hard that you were suddenly... on an angle? suddenly, now you two were much closer to the floor than before. the bed ended up collapsing, yes literally collapsing due to kei’s powerful thrusts. worst part is, nobody got to finish since kei dragged you to ikea to grumpily buy a new bedframe. but hey, he bought you ikea meatballs; that shit hits so different

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸 » one super duper intense night, he passed out the SECOND he came. no matter how much you flicked the temple of his forehead, yamaguchi was dead asleep. you had to literally slap him awake to get him to clean up, you ain’t risking a ranky stanky UTI puthy in the morning

𝙾𝙸𝙺𝙰𝚆𝙰 » kept calling himself a sex machine during the act. i don’t know if it was due to the 6 tequila shots he had beforehand or just his inner ego revealing, whatever it was it was about to make your pussy close

𝙸𝚆𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙼𝙸 » this one time, he kept going in at a weird angle which caused you to repeatedly queef for 7 minutes straight. every time you told him to pull out and go in properly, he laughed and kept going in at that one weird angle!! was your embarrassment a turn on for him?? maybe!! but were you mortified? absolutely!!

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙽 » i’m sorry to have to be the one to announce this, but this man had the worst case of full blown bush you’ve ever seen. like, he didn’t even try to manscape or anything at all. you ended up begging him to trim just a tiny bit because you weren’t gonna risk choking on a pube whilst your going down on him

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙸 » rubbed your left labia thinking it was your clit. and he kept doing that. the whole. fucking. time. even when you subtly moved his fingers towards your clit, he just kept going back to the left lip.

𝙺𝚄𝙽𝙸𝙼𝙸 » had the most dry and dull dirty talk you’ve ever heard. like, it’s not even dirty talk at this point; it’s just clean talk. there’s no passion when he talks! he uses the same tone he would use for anyone else at any other moment. to paint the picture, imagine riding kunimi and he’s just there with a furrowed expression like “yup, that feels really good”

𝙺𝚈𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙸 » tried to pull one of those unexpected anal scenes that he saw from a porno, without telling you beforehand. life lesson here; if you party at shit's house, don't be surprised if shit's at the party

𝙺𝚄𝚁𝙾𝙾 » you two were looking to get a little more kinky in terms of BDSM, so kuroo watched like 30 tutorials on youtube on how to safely tie you up so you won’t fall or anything. this bitch ended up tying rope knots that were practically impossible to undo, which resulted in you hanging from the ceiling for approximately 2 hours pussy-ass naked while kuroo tried to cut you down with a kitchen knife

𝙺𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙰 » wanted to spice things up with some dirty talk, like the real nasty talk they use in pornos but not the normal pornos; the shitty company ones with horrific acting. he really ended up announcing that he was going to “fuck your fucking fanny off, you twat”

𝙻𝙴𝚅 » got super excited while he was opening the lube since he hadn’t gotten to fuck you in a WHILE, which resulted the lube leaked everywhere and a giant 6′5 man slipping and hitting his head on the bed frame. worst part is; he had to go to the ER with a hard on that refused to go away

𝙱𝙾𝙺𝚄𝚃𝙾 » speaking of boners that wouldn’t go away, let’s not forget that one time bokuto took two viagras when you texted him to come over for a special occasion. he horribly misinterpreted the ‘special occasion’ text, because he showed up to your house with a huge buldge in his pants as your parents stand before him holding anniversary cards, completely horrified

𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸 » wanted to make valentines day sex as romantic as he could, so he did the classic lighting candles and giving roses. everything was beautiful, until he accidently knocked one of the bigger candles over during missionary. this not only caused a huge ass fire in your bedroom, but he came right as the fire began to spread. boy was debating on whether his orgasm was to die for or not

𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙾𝙷𝙰 » had a nose bleed when he was going down on you and you both were immediately horrified, you thinking it was your period and him thinking he just ate coochie blood. yet as you went to go clean up, you realized his face had much more blood on it than your coochie did. to this day, he still blames it on your period 

𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙹𝙸𝙼𝙰 » threw you onto the bed and your head went through the wall. he didn’t even bother to ask you if you were okay, he just sighed and went “well, now i have to make a call to the construction guy. excuse me” and he left you and your concussed ass head sit there once again, pussy ass naked

𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚄 » during a blowjob, he held your head down right as he was coming causing the cum to shoot up your throat and somehow pour out of your nose. by the time he pulled out, he could barely breath from laughing at you. sure, the classic ‘milk shooting out of nose’ thing was funny at first until you got a sinus infection and had to breath out of your mouth for the next three days

𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸 » always insists having sex in the most inconvenient places?? like he would pull you to side while grocery shopping and start grinding up against you as you pick which brand of cheese would be better??

𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙺𝙸 » he kept getting frustrated that his bangs were clouding his field of vision, so he irritably grabbed a hair tie and frantically tied up the sides of his bangs while he was fucking you. you immediately burst out laughing since he looked exactly like boo from monsters inc. 

𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰 » got so drunk that he ended up fucking the couch. like he was just there on top of you, and his dick was just sliding between the folds of the leather couch. you decided to let him finish like that

𝚂𝙰𝙺𝚄𝚂𝙰 » had a really bad reaction to one of the products he used while shaving and ended up getting super irritated down there so he kept having to pull out in-between thrusts to itch his crotch. to make things worse, you joking suggested that he looked like he had syphilis and he got so disgusted at the idea of that thought that he literally had to pull out and take a breather 

𝙾𝚂𝙰𝙼𝚄 » drizzled ‘warm’ chocolate down your chest and was about to seductively lick it off until you screamed in pain and horror as the chocolate was literally burning your skin off. osamu panicked, obviously not knowing what to do if chocolate was burning his partners skin off so he just... frantically licked it off. you still had to go to the ER afterwards to get treated for mild burns

𝙰𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙼𝚄 » didn’t know what a hymen was until the first time he tried to have sex with you. no matter how much he tried to shove his schlong in, it really just wasn’t working + “yer puss is broken”

𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙰 » pinched your nipples so fucking hard to the point where you started crying. he thoughts these were tears of pleasure until you literally had to kick him off you. but hey, he gave you ice for your sore nipples and mcdonalds! what more could a girl possibly want :)

uh the end lol

also, this idea was inspired by the first haikyuu headcanon i ever read, “awkward sex moments” by @bbytetsu <3

[telfordelle]

Naughty

Characters: Filip "Chibs" Telford x Y/N

A/N: I just had to get this out of my system, I guess. Also, here's a recipe for the Purple Nurple

Words: ~ 2.2k

Warning: Smut

You were in the Clubhouse, sitting in front of the bar. Nobody in the club knew that you two had something going on. You weren't sure why Chibs hadn't introduced you yet, but you were fed up with hearing his excuses over and over again. Therefore, you figured that it was time to provoke your man a little bit. You knew that the club was having a party this evening, so you decided to dress up and surprise your favourite Scot. Your black lacy lingerie was brand new, and he hadn't seen it yet. He was in for a surprise when he'd undress you this evening.

"Another beer, honey?" Gemma asked you. You nodded and thanked her after she had slid the beer over the counter to you. Gemma came around the bar and sat on the stool beside you.

"Is everything okay?" she wanted to know. You chuckled - Gemma had always been good at sensing your mood.

You had known Gemma since you were young. Her son Thomas had been your best friend in kindergarten and first grade. It had broken your heart when your best friend's health was getting worse and worse, and after his death, you had been devastated. From that time on, Gemma had taken you under her wing.

"Nah, it's nothing. Work's just a bit stressful at the moment," you lied, hoping that she wouldn't notice it. But of course, she would. After all, it was Gemma you were talking to.

"Honey, I know that this is not your 'my work sucks' face but your 'men problems' face."

You sighed. Why was she so good at reading you?

"You're right," you admitted.

"So, what kind of man is troubling you?" she asked.

"The kind who doesn't seem to be sure if he wants a serious relationship or not."

"What makes you think so?" she asked, "Did he say that directly?"

"We've been together for a while now, and I know that he’s the type to be in a serious relationship, but he doesn’t want to make it official and introduce me to his friends,“ you complained.

"Well, did you introduce him to yours?" She raised an eyebrow as if to prove her point.

"Gemma, that's not the point. I mean, he made it pretty clear that he isn't interested in that. So he probably also isn't that interested in me," you replied sulkily.

"Honey, maybe he just needs some time. Also, men can be pretty dense sometimes. You two should probably just talk it out, trust me. I've been with the most stubborn and dense men you can find in Charming," she said, laughing heartily. Hearing her laugh, you couldn’t help it and joined in.

"Well, I hope everything will work out in your favour. I'll see you later!"

You nodded and smiled at her. Talking to Gemma always lifted your mood.

You grabbed your beer, took a big sip, and looked around the Clubhouse. You were familiar with most of the club members, but as always, there were also some people you didn't recognize - especially the Crow Eaters. Sometimes you wondered if Chibs still hung around with some of them. Whenever you tried talking to him about making it official, he was blocking you. He said that he had his reasons, and at first, you believed him, but as the situation didn't improve, you got increasingly frustrated. And speaking of the devil, or rather, thinking of the devil, there he was.

You gulped, why was he so sexy? You took another sip of your beer, debating whether you should just go to him or leave the decision up to him. Mentally, you slapped yourself to stop staring at the Scot. To your displeasure, you found that others were also interested in your man. Fucking Crow Eaters. One of those bitches was clinging to the Scot, ogling him. You clenched your fists as soon as she started to caress his shoulder in a flirty way. Forcing yourself to look away, you exed your beer, giving the guy at the bar a sign that you wanted another one. Or even better, something stronger. You ordered a Purple Nurple, hoping that this one would numb your thoughts - and feelings.

Still, you couldn't help it and had to sneak a peek. And what you saw made you hold your breath. That bitch from before had her hand in your man's back pocket, and it seemed as if she was biting his earlobe. Instead of pushing her away, he was - grinning?

You saw red. Alright, two could play this game. It was time to take some action. You knew that Tig was always up for some fun, no feelings attached, so you made your way over to him.

"Hey, Tigger," you greeted him. You used the nickname because you knew that it would make Chibs furious - albeit knowing that he couldn't even hear you at this moment.

"Y/N, what's up?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Wanna dance?" you asked.

"Sure, babe," Tig replied, smirking. He took your hand and led you to the centre of the room.

You circled each other, gazes remaining locked. You knew that the other Sons were watching you, so you were fairly certain that Chibs' eyes would also be on you. Tig wiggled his eyebrows as you danced towards him, lewdly swaying your hips. You gently rested your hands on his chest. Slowly, your hands slid down his body as... you could hear someone clear their throat.

"Am I interruptin' somethin'?" that someone asked with a thick Scottish accent. You turned around and were greeted by an angry-looking face. Chibs nodded at Tig, who got the hint and excused himself.

"What's your problem?" you asked, knowing that the question would get him even more agitated. His eyes turned dark.

"You're mine," he growled.

"Well, last time I checked, you weren't willing to tell anyone about us," you snapped.

"Then it's time to change that," he replied, scowling.

"Oh, all of a sudden?" you retorted. You knew that you got what you wanted, but it still made you angry that you had to play the jealousy card.

"Lass, ye'r comin' wi' me," he said huskily. Chibs grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you with him towards the door. While being dragged away, you caught a glimpse of Gemma, who was smirking. Of course, she would connect the dots immediately.

Instead of going to his bike, he went for one of the trucks.

"Get in," he growled, holding one of the doors open.

"Why should I?" you replied, arms crossed in front of your chest.

"I'm not discussin' this wi' ye," he answered. You knew that both of you had done their wrongs, so you got in without another word.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You just hoped that you would get to your flat soon. Your eyes kept wandering to him. Did you finally fuck up? Was this the point of no return? All you wanted was for him to finally acknowledge you in front of the others. You sighed. You sighed. Finally, you arrived at your flat. He went straight for the door. Reluctantly, you got out of the truck. Had you pissed him off so much that he would end your relationship? Hands trembling, you opened the main entrance and went up the stairs. You could hear him follow you. Luckily, your apartment was on the second floor.

"I'm so angry wi' ye right now, I cannae put it into words," he snapped.
 "Tch, what are you angry for?" you huffed. 
He growled. "Ye'r MINE, lass." His eyes had a dangerous glint to them. If you hadn't been so angry, maybe you would have been turned on by now. Scratch that, you definitely were turned on. But you still had to stand your ground.
 "Yours, huh? Certainly didn't seem like it when that fucking Crow Eater was feeling you up. You don't even have the balls to tell the others about me! Maybe I'm just tired of waiting, Tig didn't seem to have a problem being seen with me in public." You looked at him challengingly.

And Chibs snapped. He saw red, thinking back about you dancing with Tig, touching him. He pinned you against the door and kissed you hard, wandering from your mouth to your neck. You moaned into his ear, which only turned him on even more. You could feel how hard he was, and you began stroking him through his pants.

"Bed," he growled while picking you up. But instead of just throwing you onto the bed, he sat on its edge and bent you over his knees.

"You've been bad, lassie," he murmured while grabbing your ass.

"Guess I have to punish ye," he drawled, accent getting thicker the more turned on he got.

"Lift yer ass," he said, tone demanding. You did what he said, and he immediately pulled down your shorts, taking in a sharp breath as he saw your new lingerie. It seemed as if your surprise was working. Frantically, he also took off your shirt.

"Ye look good. But don't think you'll get off your punishment just because of that," he hummed, rubbing you through your pants. You hissed - you were already wet. He began rummaging through the bedside cabinet where you stored your toys. He chuckled, which probably meant that he had found what he had been looking for. He blindfolded you and you could hear him opening a bottle. You shivered in anticipation. He pushed your panties aside and let two fingers glide between your buttcheeks, making them slick with lube. You gasped as he entered your hole.

"Relax," he murmured into your ear. You concentrated on his voice.

"Maybe this will help you," he said. Before you could ask him what he meant, he shoved something into your mouth. "Suck on it," he commanded. You recognized the shape as one of your buttplugs. You squirmed under his touch, excited for what was about to happen. Maybe you should be naughty more often if that meant that he would punish you this way.

He removed his fingers, only to replace them with the buttplug shortly after. You drew in a sharp breath.
"Ye like that, dinnae ye?" His thick voice made you even wetter, which he immediately noticed.

Still bent over his knees, he spanked you a couple of times. Each time his hand connected with your ass, a wave of pleasure surged through you. Blindfolded, every sensation felt more intense. You bit back a moan.

Sternly, Chibs told you to get on all fours and lift your arse. You could hear from the sound of his voice that he was annoyed with you. He was displeased with your behavior at the clubhouse. Now he had to make you behave again.

You heard him opening his jeans and sliding them down his hips. They fell to the floor with a thud. You were so wet, he would be able to slide into you at once. You bit your lip, and your hips rolled involuntarily at the thought of this. You needed some friction, right now. You needed HIM. You gasped as he opened your lips with the head of his hard cock, teasing you because he didn't immediately put it inside you. It felt like an eternity. Chibs ran the tip of his cock up and down your folds, making you long for more.

"Filip," you whimpered, begging him to finally fuck you.

"Don't come. I'm going tae fuck ye just a little 'n' slowly. Don't ye dare come before ah say so."

He thrust into you, at last giving you what you so desperately needed. Spreading your buttcheeks, he stroke over the buttplug with his thumb, making you moan out loud. Chibs leaned over you, bringing his hot mouth toward your ear.
 "Who's the only one allowed to touch ye?"


"Y-you," you barely managed to get out.

"What was that? Say it louder," he demanded. Why was his voice so sexy?

"You!" you cried out with pleasure.

"Good girl," he murmured into your ear before grabbing your hips and beginning to fuck you harder and faster. You were almost there, but he hasn't allowed you to come. You spread your legs wider, rotating your hips and meeting his movements. Your breath became short.

"Do ye want to come?" Not being able to form any coherent sentence, you just nodded.

Instead of answering, he took off the blindfold, flipped you over, and kissed you hard. His thrusts became more erratic. He brushed your hair out of your face and leaned his forehead against yours.

Your orgasm hit you like an earthquake, bucking your hips you enclosed Chibs with your legs, wanting to feel him even deeper inside you, be even more connected with him. He groaned and you could feel his cock twitching as he came, shuddering. He kissed you deeply, almost tenderly, conveying all his feelings for you.

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Both of you were still shaking, as you snuggled up to him.

"When are we going to tell the others?" you wanted to know.

"Lass, I don't think there's a need to do that anymore - they already know now," he laughed.

You punched his shoulder, glaring at him.

"Alright, alright, I got the message. Tomorrow, okay?"

Well, you could live with that. Smiling, you cuddled up against him, never wanting to let go again, ever.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: bakugō katsuki x male reader

req: yes | wc: 457 | cw: fingering, swearing | minors dni

anon: What do you think about Bakugou x male dominant reader where Bakugou is having a bad day and reader tries to make it a bit better?  

“Damn Deku always trying to-” You tune him out.

It’s always Midoriya this, Midoriya that; to the point where there’s no reason to be jealous of the broccoli boy anymore. Amongst the people he complains about often is his close friend circle, mostly because they’re all ‘dumb as fuck’ in his words; and teachers.

Though, even if he always ranted to you every day, I’d never seemed as horrible as this.

Mina and Kaminari yeeted his phone off a balcony, some wannabee villain almost tore his belongings apart and he couldn’t use his quirk to beat them, his socks got wet, he accidentally swallowed a fish bone; the list goes on. Even if most of those are accidental and based off bad luck, it clearly did not help his mood.

“Hey, Katsuki,” You interrupt his ranting. “you’ve clearly had a rough day.”

He nods with a confused look. “So..?”

“If there’s anything you want, I can do it.” Your statement is simple and innocent, yet his mind thinks of lewd things. You can see as much from the red that covers his cheeks.

“Well…” He looks off the side, his wet socks, at the closet; anything but you. “Can we fuck? Vanilla, none of your kinky bullshit.. I’m feeling soft today.”

That’s something you never thought you’d hear him say. Katsuki, your Katsuki, a man that could literally set off an explosion if he so much as wanted to, soft? Wow.

“I mean vulnerable!”

“If you say so.” You chuckle.

Once Katsuki is settled on the bed, nice and comfy, he allows you to start. With every touch you leave, his breath gets even more uneven. You can tell he’s been waiting for relief the whole day.

“Katsuki, breathe.” You have to remind him, though you can’t hide the hint of amusement in your voice.

“Shut up,” He whispers against your lips, “just keep kissing me.”

Vulnerable to your touch and bare to the air, his entrance twitches in anticipation. Gently, you press a lubed finger in. He doesn’t let out a hiss, rather, he lets out a pleasured sigh.

After a day of unfortunate events, he can finally let go of his strain and relax. 

“Keep going.” He whispers softly, a little impatience in his tone.

You obey, adding a second and later a third. You make him feel so vulnerable, and usually he despises that, but it’s okay to be vulnerable around you. In fact, for once, it feels wonderful.

Your touch is burning yet soothing, and he wants more. “Ano-”

“Katsuki, I want to make sure you’re properly taken care of. You’re feeling vulnerable and I want you to relax.” God, you make him so soft.

He groans, though he knows you’re right. “Alright.”

[juyeonjin]

My Older Brothers

(Part 1)

Summary: Jeongin entered Chan's room but he might have wished of not making this choice, or does he?

Member - Chan, Minho, Jeongin

Genre - slight smut

Warnings - mention of porn, masturbation (male)

Word count - 1.7k

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Jeongin was putting back his last stuffs in his bag to leave the building and head back to the dorms. Before zipping up his bag, he rummaged inside and realised his phone charger was missing. "It should be in chan's studio, I was there to listen to some samples", he thought to himself. Leaving his bag on the counter he went to chan's room. Chan would be there for a while before joining the boys later since he enjoys the atmosphere in the night a lot as well.

Arriving near the door, Jeongin was a bit hesitant since he didn't want to bother or worry his hyung but without his charger his phone wouldn't even make it before the drive to the dorm ends. He knocked on the door three times but there were no response which lead him to think that Chan might have fallen asleep. He didn't try to knock again and instead opted to take the key to chan's room in case he has to enter and he is not there. However he only used it once and always tried to never make it an option to resort to it, since he believed he shouldn't be using the key on trivial reasons.

Still in front of the door, Jeongin was debating whether his charger was a valid reason enough to use the key and after a minute of reflection he just absentmindedly used it and unlocked the door with a thought of, "He'll be very quick, it's like he never entered." In front of his eyes which got twice as big, was not only Chan fully awake but also Minho and that wasn't all. .. ... they were both completely naked and busy. Both of the elders turned their head towards Jeongin when he opened the door but instead of maybe feeling interrupted like Jeongin would have thought, they both had a smirk plastered on their face.

"So finally you used the key that I gave you. I really thought it would forever be buried in the depths of your bag", Chan said sarcastically. By now Jeongin cheeks were fully red and suddenly the thought of his phone discharging wouldn't sound as terrible.

Jeongin: "I, I... I'm sorry, I was just going to take my charger, I'll just take it and leave" he stuttered.

Chan: "Oh yeah your charger, I was waiting for you to come get it."

Jeongin: "He was waiting for me? So he knew that I was going to come at anytime?" he thought to himself feeling confused.

Chan: "Look Jeongin, you know I trust you right?" Jeongin nodded as he got attentive to whatever Chan had to say with his ears still a very bright red. "Haha do not be worried Jeongin-ah, it's true that I gave you my key for you to be able to come into my room whenever I'm not there and maybe I wasn't clear on it but whenever means whenever, everytime, this room is also yours and all the members' and I should also precise when I'm here too as well haha"

Jeongin didn't seem to understand where he was going with this. Was that an indirect 'it's just one of those times where he shouldn't have come in' 'Did he mess up' 'Was he going to dissapoint Chan'

And before he could go on with his mental rambling Chan continued, "Do not be worried, you did nothing wrong" ,as if he read his younger brother's face, "Actually it might be the contrary"

Contrary? What was that even supposed to mean? Jeongin questioned himself.

Chan: "Haha, stop feeling intimidated", again he read Jeongin's expression accurately, "Before you begin to question yourself even more, just close the door and sit down next to Minho"

Minho gave him a smile while tapping the seat next to him and then he said jokingly, "Aha Jeongin-ah we are your brothers you shouldn't feel embarrassed by such things"

Chan who was on his chair then proceeded, "Well Jeongin, I was always going to try and talk to you but I just never knew how to so I thought maybe one day if you walk in on me, or us in this situation, I would just have to go on with it and talk to you." Minho nodded in agreement with his playful smile as he enjoyed this exchange that he had no intention of interfering. .. ... for now at least.

Chan: "Of course, it is without saying that I would give you my key nonetheless but hey, it's not like you ever used it that much too right!?" he finished off with a fake angry tone. After a look at Jeongin's face he realised that his attention was being partially drifted away to what was behind him and that was just the right occasion for him to get into what he wanted to say.

Chan: "Enjoy what you see...?" he said teasingly and which made Jeongin move his eyes quickly to him Chan, to the screen and onto the floor. His ears who were just fading into pink burned like hot flame all over again and Minho had to comment on that of course, "Haha, look what you did to him Hyung, his ears are going to melt at this point."

Chan: "Jeongin-ah it's alright" he said while slightly moving away from the screen to show it more. "From what I'm noticing you love big asses too" he said ending with a laugh which Minho joined too as well. Minho was right if his ears were going to melt before now they were on the verge of evaporating all the way. Chan then urged Minho to switch places with him so he could be closer to Jeongin.

Chan: "Hey, it's alright, me and Minho do it all the time", he then asked, "Do you know what we were doing maybe", Jeongin looked him in the eyes nervosity invading his lips as he was pushing himself to finally talk after all this time being silent. "You were both masturbating?" he said with his heart nearly leaving his chest.

Chan: "Oh so I see you didn't need me or Minho then haha", a comment that made Jeongin turn to the opposite side, clearly not knowing how to respond to that. "Hey, I'm just playing with you, now let's just forget about all this awkard moments that just happened when you entered okay?"

Jeongin briefly thought of it and realised that the peak of his embarassment was over and that he shouldn't be shy with his hyungs who clearly are not. Jeongin, "Ok so should I take a charger and go, I won't tell anyone, I promise."

Chan: "Ah.. I know you won't tell anyone but yeah you can leave if you want but we both wouldn't mind you stayin."

Jeongin felt a different kind of heat rising in him, not that of embarassment but something else. He felt his pants becoming a bit too tight and the urge to say yes was not that bad anymore.

Minho: "Looks like he wants to stay then," he joked.

Chan: "So you will stay with us?"

Jeongin shyly nodded which earned him the biggest smirk from his hyungs.

Minho: "Ha! I told you he would be tempted with some hot ass", he directed to Chan as if winning a bet and Jeongin chuckled to that, his first not-so-shy act of the night.

Chan: "So let's do it then!"

Minho left the chair and went to sit on the right corner of the couch, while Chan got up to put the porn back on. He then slightly turned to Jeongin and laughed, "Yes you can take your clothes off now, put them over this table where Minho's clothes are as well."

They were now all three sitting on the couch with Chan on the left side, Minho on the right side and Jeongin in the middle. The two members were beginning to stroke their cocks while the porn was blasting in the soudproof studio and Jeongin was only savouring the video letting each erotic pulsation flow throughout his body. His cock was twitching and his pre-cum was dripping onto his stomach. He felt a pleasing sensation building up in his dick but thought that would be the end of it.

Chan: "You haven't jerked off yet right?"

Jeongin nodded.

Minho also turned to look at them and Chan handed Jeongin his bottle of lube which he grabbed and poured on his hand.

Suddenly the pornographic sounds were just background music as they both anticpated for Jeongin to begin his sexual discovery. As if a parent to their child winning a trophy, they were both proud to see Jeongin start his adulthood and see him mature and also join them into theid adultventures *cough*.

He began to stroke and it felt like the entry to a new world, the secret to an old mystery, the answer to a longing question or how the members would say, the key to chan's room.

Chan: "Feels good right!?"

Jeongin: "Yeah..." he said in a low breath as he was in complete awe of how wonderful this felt and this new sensation to him had his blood rushing at an immense speed.

Minho: "Hey why don't we cum at the same?" he said jokingly.

Chan: "Sounds good, what do you think Jeongin-ah?"

Jeongin nodded in agreement and all three of them jerked off to the scene in front of them, holding back when the urge to cum got close by going at a lower speed or briefly stopping their movement.

Minho: "I'm ready to cum!" he alerted.

They both turned to Jeongin who knew what they were going to ask and nodded signalling that he was too and just after a few seconds of quick pumping all three of them ejaculated at the same time earning deep grunts from the oldest while Jeongin was just moaning soundlessly. Thick ropes of cum felt onto their stomachs and on the couch leaving all three to take deep breaths to calm down from this intense session.

Minho: "Wow that was great! Right Jeongin-ah" he said tapping his arm with his elbows.

The embarrassment that would be taking over Jeongin was now more a lighthearted one and he responded quietly, "yeah, yeah it was really great, I agree"

He then continued with what left his two brothers in a state of delightful surprise, "Can we do another one."

[tudorstella]

Girls/Girls/Boys Part 2

wc: 2.8k

warnings: phone sex, use of toys, mommy/daddy kink

read part one here

It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen Sofia and Naveen and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been fucking my fist to the thought of that night almost every night since. I even bought a pair of fucking fishnet tights to wear on the nights I feel a little more needy. Those are usually the nights I call them.

The morning after our first night together I texted Sofia as soon as I could get my hands on my phone, letting her know that I wanted to see them again and as soon as possible. The three of us went through our calendars together and I found 3 days where I had no meetings concerning the next album where I could go out to see them at their place in New York. The first of those days being tomorrow.

I find it a blessing in disguise that they live in New York because I could see them a lot and just convince my team that it’s for business.

The first time we had phone sex was the day after we discussed our plans to meet again. They Facetimed me that night so we could go over things we’d like to try and as they started talking about the things they wanted to do with me, it made me desperate and needy for some form of relief.

Three weeks ago

“Okay so we have a couple toys that we’d like to use if you’re down for it and you can bring anything you’d like as well” Sof tells me through the phone as I situate myself on the bed in nothing but a pair of grey sweats

“Yeah, I think I’m down for anything but show me what you’ve got” I say, not missing the smirk that tugs up on her lips as she motions for Vee to go get everything. As she walks back into the frame, I can’t help but get excited for whatever they’re about to show me.

When she flips the camera and shows me what they have laid out on their bed, my stomach immediately stirs and my dick twitches from its spot confined under my sweats. On the bed I spot a cock ring, two different strap-ons, a vibrator, handcuffs, three buttplugs, what looks like a blindfold, and a ball gag. Jesus.

I palm myself over my sweats trying to ease some of the pressure and can’t stop the soft “Fuck” that falls from my lips, making Sof turn the camera back around onto them.

“Like what you s-” Naveen starts but Sofia interrupts her when she sees the flush on my cheeks and the way my eyebrows are furrowed.

“Are you touching yourself Styles?”

These women might be the actual death of me I think as I continue to palm myself, not focusing too much on them but rather the pleasure I’m letting myself feel.

“I asked you a question Harry” Sof says, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, fuck, I am. All those toys got me worked up” I tell them with no shame, putting more pressure on my dick causing me to let out the softest moan that was honestly nearing a whimper.

“Pathetic. We don’t even have to touch you, or even say anything to you and you’re already so worked up for us. You aren’t embarrassed? Touching yourself in front of us like that?”

I really don’t know why but Sofias words went straight to my cock and I throw my head back and close my eyes, letting out a small whimper. Since when did people making degrading comments about me turn me on? Maybe it’s just because it’s Sofia.

“C’mon Sof, let's help him out. Give Daddy a show?” I hear Naveen say which makes me immediately shoot my eyes open to look back down at my phone. I don’t know what it is about the two of them but this dynamic where Naveen calls me daddy and I call Sofia mommy is extremely enticing and that alone makes my cock throb.

“Please. Mommy? Are you going to help me?” I pathetically beg Sofia hoping with every single bone in my body that she’ll give in.

“Yeah baby, put your phone up on your nightstand for us and take your sweats off. Let us see you.” Sof says and I move as quickly as I can, placing my phone against my nightstand, making sure my whole body is in view while I throw my sweatpants off, my cock immediately springing up to rest against my stomach.

“Filthy boy, no boxers? You really are our desperate little whore aren’t you?” I hear Sof say and I go to reach for my cock to spread the precome already leaking from my tip but stop when I hear Sof again from beside me.

“Hey, no touching yet. I want you to watch” she says and I immediately turn to my phone and see her set her phone up on their nightstand as she begins to undress Naveen. I debate whether or not I should just touch myself while they are occupied with each other but I feel the need to obey them so I keep my hands at my sides no matter how desperately I want to touch myself.

When Naveen’s fully nude Sofia picks the phone back up to look at me still laying on the bed just observing them. “You were a good boy for us right? You didn’t touch yourself?” she asks me as I watch her move back over so she’s hovering over Naveen.

At this point my dick is throbbing and there’s a puddle of precome right below my bellybutton and I’m desperate for a release so I’m doing anything and everything I can to stay on her good side. “Yes. Please. My hands stayed right here, promise.”

“Good boy” she tells me and I watch as Naveen lifts her head so she can kiss up and down Sofias neck, lingering in some spots so she can leave a mark, sucking and biting on the skin. I don’t even notice the whimper that leaves my mouth until the both of them look over at me.

“Mommy please, please let me touch myself. Need to.” I beg once more, willing to do anything at this point for relief.

“What do you think babe, should we let him?” Sof asks while looking down at Naveen who’s looking at me through the phone.

“Yeah, let daddy fuck his fist while you use yours on me” Naveen says and the moan Sofia lets out at her words has my dick twitching once more before Sofia finally gives in, giving me that permission I finally need.

“Go on then baby, you heard her. Fuck your fist for us. Keep your eyes on us though, watch me as I fuck her” at her completely filthy words, I make contact with my dick for the first time tonight, spreading the precome that collected there in the time I wasn’t allowed to touch it.

I moan at the grip I have on myself and don’t let my eyes stray from my phone as I move my hand up and down. I watch as Sof moves down Vee’s body, handing the phone to Vee as she flips the camera to give me the perfect view of Sof between her legs.

I focus my attention onto the tip of my cock and watch as I glide my thumb over my slit, my breath hitching at the feeling with a moan falling out of my mouth shortly afterwards. I jump slightly when I hear Naveen's moans coming from my phone and when I look up, Sofia’s mouth is attached to her pussy while three of her fingers are inside of her. Fuck.

“Fuck Sof. How does she taste? As good as I remember?” I ask as I continue with my slow strokes, watching as Sof looks up at the camera through her eyelashes, the sight alone making me wonder what she would look like looking up at me with my dick down her throat.

“What did you call me baby? You wanna try that again?” she asks and the tone of her voice lets me know that she’s not messing around. Before I can respond I watch as Naveen's hand comes down from behind the camera to find its place in Sof’s hair tugging her closer to her center.

“Mommy, fuck, I’m sorry mommy. Can you tell me how she tastes?” I say, using the name that just rolls off of my tongue at this point. I remember the first time I used it it just slipped out and I felt immediately embarrassed but when I turned around to see the smirk plastered on Sof’s face, I knew it was something that I would never get tired of using.

Sofia separates from Naveen’s pussy and looks straight into the camera when she talks. “She taste’s so fucking good H, so sweet for me. Wish you were here so you could taste her for yourself” I moan at her words and watch as her fingers continue moving inside of Vee.

“Fuck. Add another one, please” I ask her and at my request, I hear Naveen moan before I see Sofia slip her pinky inside of Vee alongside her other three fingers. At this point, my hand isn’t moving as much as my hips are as I consistently thrust up into it, almost like when Sofia was riding me and her legs were starting to give out.

I get lost in the pleasure my fist is bringing me but I’m immediately snapped out of it when Sofia asks me a question that makes my eyes bulge.

“What do you think H, think she can take the whole thing?” My hips buck up extra hard at her question and I’m immediately nodding my head, forgetting that only Naveen can see me.

“He said yes, fuck Sof, daddy said yes, he nodded his head yes. Please, more. I’m so close I can take it please please please” I hear Vee plead and I wish I could see Naveen's face as she falls apart beneath her girlfriend.

“I don’t know if I can take your word for it baby. Harry, can you be a good boy and use your words? Let me hear you” Sof says as she stills her hand inside Vee, making her let out a guttural whine, earning a smack to her thigh from Sofias free hand.

“Yeah mommy, I think my baby can take it. Fuck, give it to her” I say through a moan and stop my movements on my dick completely as I watch Sofia carefully add her thumb with her other four fingers inside of Naveen’s walls. I hear Naveen let out the most euphoric moan as Sofia keeps going until her entire wrist has disappeared.

“H, do you see this? See how filthy your baby is? Normally we’d need at least a little lube for this but your baby is so wet for me we didn’t need any. What are you gonna do with her? You are her daddy, aren’t you?” Sof says, bringing me closer and closer to my release with every letter that slips off of her tongue adding to the constant moans falling from Naveen's lips behind the camera.

“Jesus, fuck.” I moan as I start pumping my dick even faster than before, feeling my release start to bubble in my stomach. “Are you going to let me come? I’m close mommy, I can come, right?” I plead, hoping with every bone in my body that she says yes. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold it off if she says no and I don’t want to disobey her.

“Yeah baby, I’m gonna let you come but I wanna watch so you need to wait for Vee first. Can you do that?” I hear her say, speaking louder so I can hear her over Vee’s moans.

When I look back at my phone I see Sofia’s fist moving in and out of Naveen’s pussy and it makes my stomach clench and in fear of coming before her, I give Sof another order that I hope she listens to. “Fuck, play with her clit please. Please mommy!” I basically yell, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through my body. The camera is beginning to get extremely shaky so I know Vee is close and when Sof’s free hand comes up to rub circles on her clit, that’s all it takes for Vee to finally let go.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck oh my god Sof I’m coming oh my god.” Vee endlessly moans from behind the camera and I watch as she basically pushes Sof’s fist out of her followed by a gush of liquid landing all over Sofia’s face. I’m so fucking close to coming I have to completely remove my hand from my dick so Sofia can watch.

“Oh my fucking god” Naveen says before Sofia grabs the phone so she can move the camera where I can see all of Vee’s body shaking as she floats through the rest of her high. Fucking unreal.

“Okay baby, are you going to come for me?” I hear Sofia ask as she flips the camera back around so I can see her face. I want to, so badly I want to but I can’t help but think that she hasn’t had any pleasure for herself tonight. I want all of us to enjoy this.

“I want to but don’t you want to come too mommy?” I ask and watch as a smile grows on her lips.

“You’re so generous baby but trust me, I already did” she says, my eyebrows furrowing as she chuckles and shuffles around until suddenly she’s moving the camera down and I watch as she unbuttons her shorts, moving them down her legs until she’s in nothing but a crop top and her panties that have a slight bulge in them.

She moves her panties to the side and the visual makes my cock throb and a moan to fall from my lips. She had a dildo inside her this entire time, how fucking filthy. I don’t know when she put it in but it was clearly before she even called me. Was she expecting this to happen? I can’t get myself to say anything because she’s left me fucking speechless.

But she isn’t done. No. There’s a dial on the end of the dildo and she reaches her hand down to turn it, a buzzing noise ringing through the air and I can physically see her pussy clench around it before she’s turning it back off.

“Now come on Harry, come for me, I gotta take care of my girl. That was a lot for her” she says as she looks down at Vee who I’m assuming is laying by her side. Before she’s even finishing her sentence though, I’m grabbing my cock and moving my hand down as I thrust my hips up, indulging in the pleasure I’ve been feeling for nearly an hour now. I don’t know how the fuck I’ve lasted so long.

“Fucking hell, feels so good. Wish it was you” I say as I close my eyes aimlessly tugging on my cock.

“I know baby, soon though. We’re gonna have you in every single way you want us to. Now come on, let go. Now” at her demand I immediately start shooting ropes of cum on my stomach and my hand, watching it fall all over my rings, making a mess of them.

My hips continue to thrust up into my hand as I ride out my high, aimlessly saying praises to the two women on the other side of the phone. “Fuck. Feels so good. Can’t fucking wait to be back with you two again. So good to me. So fucking good” I moan as my head falls back and my eyes shut tight.

“Look at you, making a mess of yourself” Sof says, bringing me out of my blissful thoughts. “Clean your rings up for me baby, those are too expensive to be all messy like that” my eyes widen at her words but before I can even think, my fingers are coming up to my mouth as I lick my cum off of my rings. The cold feeling of the metal and the taste of myself on my tongue almost makes my now soft dick hard again. Almost.

After cleaning all of my rings with my tongue, I look back to Sofia with lazy eyes. “Good boy. Now go clean up properly, can’t go to bed all dirty can you?”

“No ma’am” I basically slur out, hearing her chuckle.

“Goodnight Harry, don’t forget to take care of yourself. It’s important” she tells me and I can’t help but laugh thinking about how much she sounds like an actual mom right now. Very ironic considering I spent the night calling her mommy.

“What are you laughing at?” she asks through a light chuckle. I turn over to grab my phone off of the nightstand so I can talk to her.

“Nothing. Goodnight mommy.” I say winking and watching as she laughs while shaking her head before hanging up.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

😡🤬ANGER MANAGEMENT (PART 2)🤬😡

Prompt: Y/N has the life she’s always dreamed of: a good house, a nice car, a fat paycheck, her dream job and some loving friends. Her life feels like a fairytale...but just like every fairytale she’s not safe from the villain, the problem with that? He’s not only an incredibly hot Scotsman but also a fucking pain in the ass!

Word count: Long bitch, just long 😩

Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader

Warnings: +18 smut, dom x sub dynamic, public sex (work place environment), rough sex, oral sex(female and male receiving), masturbation(female and male receiving), dirty talk (because you can never have too much of that 😏), marking kink(biting/ female), branding kink (marking by ejaculation), breath play/ asphyxiation kink(choking/ female) and some good old trichophilia (hair kink/ pulling)

Notes: Forgive us father, for we are about to sin 🔥. I can’t thank you all enough for all of your positive feedbacks, they gave the strength I needed to commit this handsome Scottish sin.

I would like to thank from the bottom of my heart my fellow beloved beautiful souls: @new-zealand-chic, @nightlummer, @drew-is-boo, @tomandbuckyfan1, @akiko-tanaka, @drewmcintyrekoccsrocbwdgfan and @beckyann6879 for not only taking some time off of your day to read it but to also leave nothing but kind words to this girl right here 💕😘 I know that technically only two of you asked to be tagged but I blame it on my excessive need to please people ok? Sorry 👉👈 Alright, and now I’m rambling...so y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

My mind was in a pure excitement haze, which made me think for second if I had heard him correctly.

“Drew...are you serious?” I asked hesitantly

He carefully approached me, placed his hands on the sides of my cheeks, making me look up to him

“Does it look like I’m joking to you Y/N?” He asked firmly

“It’s just..” I liked my lips “For a moment I thought that you were-“

“I’ve been wanting this every since I laid my eyes on you,lass” One of his hands leaned down, securing my wrist on his firm grip, pulling my hand towards his pelvic bone so I could grab a handful of his erection through the jeans.

“Do you feel this?”

I nodded

“This is the result of 5 painful years of foreplay princess” His hand cupped mine,making my grip become tighter “I’ve tried everything you can imagine to get rid of this fucking teenage boy boner I get every time I think of you... I’ve tried porn, endless sessions of jacking off and everywhere: hotel room; shower; locker room; arena bathroom; car even your office whenever you were not around! Fucking other women while I thought about you...you name it and I have tried, but nothing shakes off my cock’s need of you. Your pussy, your ass, your mouth, your hands...he wants all of you and JUST you”

I don’t know what lustful force took ahold of me but the only thing I could do while his words filled my ears was shove his jeans and underwear down so my hand could slide up and down his full length...skin to skin..

“Oh fuck yes” He growled as he moves his hips to meet my hand. Drew’s hands reach up my pants pulling it down. I hear a tearing sound as I look down to see that he had ripped my panties off leaving me as exposed to him as he is to me.

Soon after, one of his thick fingers slides through my folds lubing it up, before carefully entering me

“Oh lass, this is going to be heaven on earth... I’ve always imagined how tight you were, but fuck me, my finger can’t barely move! This is going to be fun” He makes a noise that was a mixture between a grunt and a laugh. “Let’s see how you can handle two fingers” He muttered to himself as he stops my action on his dick by taking me on his arms and sitting me on the massage table.

“I need all of this off” He says as he grabs my t-shirt and bra.

Once I’m at my full naked glory I lay down on the table and he stops to admire me

“You’re so perfect, do you know that?” As his hands caresses every inch of my exposed skin. “Your skin is so soft...so delicate” He leans down to place several feather light kisses all over my neck, breasts, belly and thighs making my arousal become more evident in between my legs.

“Drew” I whisper “As much as I love this, I really need you to fuck me senseless right now. We can do the softer things later tonight but right now I just need you in me” I panted

He confidently smirks before saying “So you haven’t even tasted my cock but you still want some more later huh?”

“Shut up you prick” I answer slightly annoyed at his teasing

“Oh c’mon now Y/N, if you want it so badly why don’t you ask for it nicely, love?”

“I don’t gotta ask you for shit McIntyre! Fuck you” I was feeling the anger starting to rise to the surface again

“Oh princess, I would keep that attitude down if I were you” He warned me

“Fuck off” I huffed

He lightly slaps my face, grab my cheeks and whispered

“We’ll have to work on that potty mouth of yours, princess... I guess I will have to keep your mouth full so you don’t have time to talk shit huh?”

He releases my cheeks “Kneel in all fours on the table” His voice has a ‘I wouldn’t test me if I were you’ tone to it, so I just did as he said.

Due to his incredible height, my face in this position, gets on the same level as his cock. He looks impressively intimidating when I look up to meet his gaze.

“Open your mouth” He says and I obey “Now, since you like to trash talk so much princess, let’s see if this clever pretty mouth can do some proper sucking as well”

I reached out to grab his length with one of my hands(to help me out since he’s so large) but he lightly slapped my hand before it could touch him.

“I said that I want your pretty lips around my cock. You don’t need your hand for that darling”

I decided to be up front about it and said “Drew, you’re too big, I can’t fit-“ A warning hair pull made me look up to meet Drew’s beautiful (now cold) blue gaze

“First of all, it’s Sir to you, don’t make me repeat myself again about that. And secondly, I thought you were the one who liked to talk back at me, so if those sweet lips of yours are good enough to disrespect me they’re also going to be good enough to make my cock feel good, even if you have to gag and drool all over it. Get it?”

The combination of Drew’s beauty, his enormous body and his dominating words made me speechless.

He pulled my hair harder to get my attention back to him and asked

“Do. You. Get. It. Y/N? Use your words”

“Yes...Sir”

He smiles approvingly of my response “So what are you waiting for princess?” He playfully smiled

His grip on my hair loosen, but he kept his hand on my head as a way to ensure me that he was in charge.

I debated with myself whether I should lick all of his length first or if I should just swallow him all in at once(at least til where I could reach it)..My decision was to leave the conventional and predictable first option behind, betting all of my cards in the latter one.

I sunk my mouth all the way down his cock making him gasp in surprise, feeling every inch of his length stretch my jaw. His animalistic growls made me feel confident so I decided to go up a notch and made him hit all the way back in my throat making my mouth produce extra saliva easing him down further more every time I bobbed my head. The deeper he got the sloppiest it would get, I had drool dripping from my chin to the massage table.

“Oh fuck me Y/N! You sure know how to give head baby” He said while staring down at me in awe “You’re so raw princess, is beautiful” He stokes my hair gently “Look at you, all messy around my cock, do you like that cock baby?”

A thick string of spit still connected my mouth to his cock as I release it to say “Yes, sir” I answered sheepishly as I return to my previous action of sucking him off.

That’s when I felt it..two of his thick calloused fingers in between my slick folds, finding my clit and massaging it.

I moaned around his cock, the vibration making his length throb inside of my mouth. I couldn’t handle anymore of the teasing.

“Sir, please” I gasp as I released him “Please I need...something inside” I look at him desperately “Please” I whisper

His fingers actions on my clit stopped and he looked down at me

“Did I told you to stop?”

I just shake my head ‘no’

“So why did you?” He raised his eyebrows

As soon as he finished the question I opened my mouth again for him to slide in it and he did it moaning , while he began to circle my clit again.

“Look at me” He said panting “You’re going to suck me til I cum and in the meantime we’ll see how hard can this pretty little pussy cum” He smirks “Then once I’m done claiming that smart ass mouth of yours I will clame this pussy as mine too” With that, his two digits entered me, stretching my walls, moving at a merciless pace. “Hmmmm, MY pussy feels so good, so wet around my fingers” He hummed in pleasure “This pussy is all mine isn’t it my little pet? It belongs only to me doesn’t it?”

I could only nod in response and could already tell he was close to cumming as he turned up the pace of his fingers and changed our position so he could reach my clit with the hand that was previously on my hair while the other one mercilessly fucked me.

The sudden chance of positions made his whole back curve on top of mine, making him go even roughly further down. As he brutally fucked me with his fingers, his hips start to bulk forward, fucking my mouth as well.

I could already feel my release was about to burst out at any minute now

“Go on lass, cum for me princess” His words along with all of his moves made me cum as hard as I’ve ever had! Soon after my mouth was filled with Drew’s thick seed that I happily swallowed.

“Let me see” He soothingly said as he places his now licked clean fingers underneath my chin, tilting my head up.

“Open your mouth, love”

He hummed in appreciation when he saw I had already swallowed all of his cum

“What a good well trained pet you are princess” He smiles fondly “You didn’t miss not even one drop. You’re so beautiful” He leans in to capture my lips in a famished kiss.

“I think is only fair now for you to give me the pleasure to really taste you princess. Would you like that love? Would you let me eat MY sweet pussy?” He asks as he stroked my cheek softly.

The simple thought of seeing that beautiful Scottish face in between my legs, made me turned on all over again.

“I would love that, sir”

I can see the satisfaction on his eyes as he says “Stand up on the table, love” as he smirks deviously

*What is he planning?* I thought as I stand up as he said

I didn’t even had to think too much about what that meant as for his thick arms slid in between my knees to lift me up, so I could straddle his face with my hips as I sit on his shoulders. The surprise action made my hands grip for dear life on his long black strands for balance. He gave me no time to adjust, he just simply began to perform the best pussy eating I’ve ever had in my whole life.

I was quite a big fan of oral sex(performing and receiving it), most guys they don’t really care about doing it properly, they just want to do it so you’ll give them head back. It would take a real man to eat a pussy properly and I was more than happy to say that Drew McIntyre was a fucking real man. He knew what he was doing and you could tell by his moans that he was enjoying it as well! Everything was perfect, the pace, the pressure, the tongue movements, the sucking and even the right amount of spit. I was sure by now that he had ruined me for any other man but him.

He grips my hips tightly to both help me keep balanced and keep my hips from moving away from his lips

“Oh my fucking...” I gasped as my eyes rolled to the back of my head

My grip on his hair tightened so I was full on pulling his hair HARD.

He grunts at my action, causing a sweet vibration against my clit making me moan a little too loud.

Drew moves his body away from the massage table going to the wall that was closer to his reach, supporting my back on it. The contact of the cold cement against my heated skin made me moan loudly once more, therefore he stopped his assault on me, to look up.

I don’t know if it was the vision of his dark beard glistening with my wetness, the smug smirk he had placed on his face or his incredibly lustful blue grayish eyes that were glued to my face..whatever it was made me squeal pitifully.

Drew cackled “I know I said that we should make this whole company hear us, but if you keep it that loud, I’m afraid we might get fired, love” He winked

“Sorry, I didn’t-“

“You don’t need to apologize princess, I love hearing your moans, it makes my dick rock hard. Just not here, even though I can’t say that the thought of somebody walking in on us doesn’t sound very tempting to me” He smiles as he kisses my thighs, trailing up, back to his previous place.

I made a mental note on keeping it down, but that went down the drain when that delicious Scotsman began his attack again. Noticing I was having a hard time keeping it shut, Drew roamed one hand up, covering my lips forcefully to muffle my noises. This thoughtful yet dominant act along with his incredible tongue ability to turn any woman into a pitiful moaning mess had me cumming once more, all over his face.

He licked me clean and lay me down on the table.

“Princess, are you still with me, love?”

I could feel my mind drift to a very familiar and quiet place

“Y/N, I’m talking to you baby” His voice is still soothing but a little more firm now

“Yes, sir” I murmured

“Open your eyes, darling”

My eyes opened to meet a blue grayish pair, starting at me with both amusement and affection

“You still gonna fuck me right?” I pleaded

He laughed saying “If you still want it of course, love”

“Can you fuck me from behind?” I whispered

“Is that how you want it princess?”

“Yes” I say sheepishly

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, sir”

“Okay. Then turn around baby”

I spread my legs further apart and knelt down on the table with my back turned to him and my core out at his disposal, placing all of my weight on my arms who were pressed down between my legs against the table.

“Look at you princess” He squeezes my ass cheeks “I’ve always loved your ass baby...so fucking thick” He slaps each cheek vigorously “I can’t wait to see it bounce on my cock” Another slap “You have no idea how many times I almost fought some idiot of this roster, because they couldn’t stop talking about this sweet ass if yours” He leans down and bites each cheek “But now it’s just mine, isn’t it love?”

“Yes, sir”

“Yes it is” He says in awe “And I’ll fuck this sexy as too, when the time is right” He slaps each cheek one last time

“Have you been with anyone lately Y/N?”

I look over my shoulder and hear a faint fuck leave his lips

“No sir, I haven’t” It was true

“Good. Me neither, the last time I had intercourse was three months ago and my tests are clean, I can show you if you want”

“There’s no need for that, sir. I trust you” Which I weirdly did, also if he had something he would be suspended by now.

He sincerely smiled before asking “Do you use contraceptives?”

“Depo injections, sir”

“That’s good love, because I want to fuck you raw, are you ok with that?” He asks as he strokes my hair.

Just the thought of feeling each and every vein of his cock had my pussy clenching.

“Yes, sir” I whined

“Would you let me cum inside of you?”

“Yes, sir. Please I-“ I couldn’t even finish my sentence since he pushed his length in slowly.

I was going to turn my head to face the wall, but he grabbed my hair, keeping my head in place and our gaze locked.

“Keep your eyes on me Y/N, I want to see your face as you take every inch of my cock, do you understand princess?”

“Y-yes, sir” I stuttered

“We’ll take this slow, I don’t want to hurt you. If at anytime you want to change the position you tell me ok?” He said and I just nodded

I already knew he was a generous size which now made me regret choosing this position for our first time. Damn you Y/N and your incapacity to think while horny!

Drew was moving at a very slow pace, being careful to give me some time to adjust every time he went further in.

It was a mixture between heaven and hell, and my mind started to overthink...fuck that’s not good!

“Don’t overthink princess” Drew said “I can feel you’re getting tighter because of that” He press his chest against my back and one of his hands roams around my waist so his fingers can play with my clit.

A muffled moan left my lips and I could feel my walls begin to loosen up from his stimulation on my bundle of nerves.

He kiss my lips passionately as he sinks the rest of his length in my core.

“Fuck you feel so good, sir”

He nibs my neck and shoulder

“I can already tell my cock will never, ever want other pussy but yours, princess” He whispered in my ear, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

“Sir, you can move if you want”

Drew started with a soft and sweet pace that grows into a very hard and rough one after 10 minutes. But I still need more...

“Sir, please, fuck me harder” I beg

“My sweet angel likes it rough huh?”

“I love it, sir”

He chuckled and turned his pace up, now mercilessly pounding me. A loud moan threatened to leave my lips so I covered my mouth with one of my hands in an attempt to muffle it but that wasn’t enough.

Soon after, I feel one of Drew’s big hands closing around my throat, pressuring the sides of my neck, making it hard for me to breath or speak but not enough to make me pass out.

The chocking made my walls clench around his cock, earning me a low growl from him.

The unstoppable pounding had my mouth hung open in an silent ‘O’ shape.

Drew let go of my neck and grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head up to look into his eyes

“Tell me princess, has anyone ever fucked this pussy, this good?”

“No, sir” I panted

“Will you want any other man to fuck your pussy after today?”

“No, sir” I whine

He licks my ear lightly before whispering “That’s good baby, because now that you’ve got me addicted to this pussy, you’re stuck with me princess” He softly chuckled

This man has a devilish way with his words...“Sir, I’m gonna-“

“Cum baby, let me feel you milk my cock real nice princess”

My orgasm exploded making my vision blurry. Soon after I hear Drew cursing and feel his warm seed fill me up.

We are trying to regain the normal pace of our breaths when he says

“I don’t want this to be a one time thing Y/N but I also can’t do the friends with benefits arrangement”

“What do you mean then, Drew?” I faintly ask

“I mean that I want us to be together, you know, officially”

“Like...” I vaguely say

“Like a couple” He blushes lightly

“So, you want to do the whole boyfriend/ girlfriend thing?”

“If you want it, yeah. I would love to”

“Are you sure?” I ask, still insecure

“Y/N” he cupped my cheek and pecks my lips “I’ve been wanting this for 5 fucking years lass” He chuckled

I smile before saying “We should hurry up then, because we have a lot of time to compensate for, Gastón” I wink and he laughs while leaning in to kiss me again.

Who would’ve thought that my villain was in fact the perfect Scottish version of a Prince Charming...

Oh my Lord, I know this is long as fuck! Sorry I got carried away(can you blame me tho?!) Please let me know if it was worth the wait, if I fulfilled your expectations, that sort of stuff 😘

[obsessive-ego]

It's like a popsicle but completely different

Musical beetlejuice x fem reader

NSFT WARNING

Masterbation, voyeurism, you know the drill

Beej finally gets a hold of something very personal and freshly used

i did get alittle sidetracked and slipped in another little idea i wanted to explore

I apologize for this mess

Time and time again he was so close to getting his hands on the ultimate treasure. You always snatched it away before he could grab it. But today, today was different.

...

A normal boring weekday, you were at work and will be gone till the evening, normally the born dead demon would be digging through your stuff looking for just about anything to use whether it was blackmail, which you had nothing, or a delicate item to help remedy some personal urges. But the ghoul wasnt exactly in the mood, hell he wasnt even in the mood to mess with your neighbors, as odd as it seemed, for once in his after life he was concerned for someone other then himself.

Earlier this morning you left in a huff, beej knew you were in a sour mood when you snapped at him when he tried to make you laugh, you weren't upset at him, but the action was still surprising, he wasnt sure what was causing you so much stress, probably work, not that he'd ever convince you to take him with you.

So here he was laying on your bed staring at the ceiling and not taking his opportunity to go wild and have fun. You were his favourite breather and it sucked that your mood effected him, whatever happened to the big bad demon straight from hell? He fell in love that's what, you sucker punched him in the jaw for trying to scare you, and snuck right into his undead heart.

The demon huffs out a sigh, not that he needed to breath, and pulled out a little clock from his jacket, youd be home soon, he sighs again, time sure did moving differently when you were dead.

The undead demon debated his opinions of how to greet you, assuming youd still be in a crappy mood, scaring the piss out of you could get him banished, which was a shame, scaring you was great, the ghoul would either get a delightful scream or a solid punch from you.

Beetlejuice decides the best option was to just survey the waters and work from that, if you were in a better mood he'd jump at you, and if you weren't, he'll go bug the old couple in the next apartment over.

With the familiar clunk on your front door unlocking followed by a slam, was a good indication that you were home, and not exactly in the best mood. Beej frowns and with a snap the demon made himself invisible to you, to avoid you, the last thing the ghoul wanted was you to lash out and banish him.

You swing open your bedroom door, beej flinches at the sudden action, not that you could see him. You toss your bag onto the bed just missing your undead pal, you rub your eyes and flip down beside him, the ghoul leans in close, were you crying?

"Fucking bitch, I'm doing the best I can" you grumble

Beetlejuice flashes from his basic green to fiery red, what the fuck was going on at your job?! Who the actual fuck was stupid enough to torment HIS breather?!

You quickly jump to your feet, whipping away your tears, you weren't gonna let this get to you, you were home and you weren't gonna waste anymore brain power on your shitty coworkers.

With that thought you strip out of your work clothes, unaware of the ghost in the room, who's fiery red hue was now a bright electric pink, wide eye and drooling watching you change into more comfortable attire, commando he was sure to note.

In your emotional entrance you didnt even notice if beetlejuice was even still present in your apartment, yes he would rush you the moment you got it, see there was a good chance he was out doing his thing.

"Beetlejuice?" You call out

"Beetlejuice?" You call out again

"Sugar, be careful with the B word" beej quickly pipes up, forgetting his words would not reach you in his current state

"Bee- Oh, my bad, almost 3 in a row there" you cover your mouth and beej let's out a sigh he didnt know he was holding.

Guess the ghoul wasnt around, which was fine, you were emotionally drained, with a headache coming on, and honestly could use some alone time, nothing against your friend, sometimes you just need some peace and quiet.

You flop back onto your bed and sigh, beetlejuice floats over next to you, frowning, guess he should duck out and let you pull yourself back together, youd be in a better mood to mess with later. The ghoul floats over to your bedroom door to leave but stops, when he hears a delightful familiar thud of very specific drawer, Beetlejuice's hair quickly shifts from its dull green to electric pink, he knew that you were up to, the ghoul spins back to you to confirm his thoughts.

Here you were, upon your bed, pajama pants abandoned, lubing up your beautiful pink vibrator. Beetlejuice was buzzing with excitement, the ghoul floats back to your side to enjoy the show.

"So wound up from work you need to blow off some steam?~" he coos, not that you could hear him.

...

Oh how the born dead demon adore watching you tend to your more desperate needs, yes he'd love to rip that lucky peice of silicon straight out of you and replace it with his own cock, fingers, tongue, hell anything would be delightfully. He wanted you bad, and not just in the sexual sense, he wanted you to be all his, to cuddle, kiss, joke around with, and yes he knew you liked him back, you were terrible at keeping secrets, and maybe during one spying session he herd you moan his name, but beetlejuice could see you were a coward with your feelings and for once in his undead life, he respected that you needed sometime to come around, but that didnt mean he couldnt push his luck with you. Lean against you during movie nights, cling to you like a lost child, cuddle you while you slept, you never pushed him away or outwardly said no.

You were his perfect little breather, funny, tough, jumpy, and sexy, exactly his type, plus you basically let him do whatever he wanted, so win win.

...

Beetlejuice sat in front of you, a perfect view, as if you were presenting your vagina to him, you were leaning against the headboard of your bed, against a few pillows, since you were alone the plan was to jerk away your bad mood, summon your favorite undead bastard, and just hang out.

You gently slide the vibrator inside, beetlejuice bites his lip, slowly pulling out his Half hard cock.

With a familiar click the toy buzzes to life, you let out a soft gasp before reaching down and pumping the toy in and out of your body.

Youd never admit it but you were a horny little thing, beetlejuice sure as hell didnt help, the bastard always had his hands on you, god you wanted to know what itd feel like to have him touch you like this. You curse yourself, he's dead, isnt that gross? Who cares, you lul your head back and begin bucking you hips to meet the toy.

"F-fuck" you utter, you really needed this, with beetlejuice hanging around and being underfoot, you really hand no time to yourself.

Unbeknownst to you the ghoul you wanted so badly was sitting inches away from you jerking his cock matching your pace, gazing bouncing from your face, to your chest, to your delightful wet pussy.

"That's it sweets, you're so good, naughty little thing~" he purred.

Hearing you moan made the ghoul shudder, oh how he LOVED that sound, and wished he was the one making you do it, soon, he can get his fix like this for a tad longer.

You begin bucking harder, and you voice begins breaking, a good indication you were gonna finish soon, beetlejuice has seen this enough times to know how your body is, he begins picking up his pace, wanting to finish shortly after you.

"Ah, ah, Lawrence-" you moan out as you cum.

Beetlejuice's jaw drops, and blows his load, hearing you moan out his first name, hell he didnt even know you knew it, fuck it sounded so good coming from you, it felt like his heart was gonna start pumping again.

"Babes" he says in a whisper, watching you regain your self.

You toss the toy aside as you put yourself back together, sliding on some pajama pants, you sigh, feeling much better. You're brought back to reality when you hear you phone ring, you make a dash to the front door, where your jacket was tossed in your emotional entrance, your phone being in its pocket.

There sat beetlejuice, alone on your bed, electric pink fading to a softer pink, soft cock still in hand, cum all over his lap, the ghoul was stuck in a loving daze, you said his name, his first name, it sounded so good coming from you, god slash satan he wanted more, he also wanted to thank whoever told you his first name.

Then it clicked, you were gone, and left behind your freshly used, hot out the oven, bright pink vibrator, finally, after all the time you snatched this treasure right from under him so many times, but here it was, as if you handed it to him on a silver platter. What did he do to deserve you is beyond his knowledge, after all the horrible things his demon ass has done, he keeps winning.

Electric pink gracing his hair once again, the ghoul couldnt help but drool at the delicious treat you have left for him, but he knew he couldnt enjoy it here so the demon snatches up the toy and vanishes, reappearing in the bathtub, his go to place to hide and enjoy some personal time. Beetlejuice could hear you pacing and chatting on the phone, indicating you're gonna be preoccupied for the next little while, meaning he's got nothing to worry about.

"Alright my tasty little thing, it's just you and me now~" tongue dragging the length of the toy, beetlejuice shivers, it was still warm, he let's out a low growl.

"Fuck, no wonder I call ya sugar, you taste just so good". His free hand finds it's way back into his trousers, pulling out his now semi erect cock for another round.

Beetlejuice's tongue roamed the toy, savoring the taste of you, oh how the demon dreamed of tasting you from the source, and this was so damn close, so warm.

"So such sweet little breather, we havent even had dinner and you're already giving me dessert~" the ghoul hums, treat your vibrator as a popsicle, starting off with long licks from base to tip, before sticking the toy in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip.

The ghoul was a buzz with excitement, electric prink hue so bright it practically illuminated the bathroom, reflecting off the tub and shower walls. Drool leaking from his busy mouth, eyes rolled back in absolute bliss as his free hand stocked his cock, his mind running wild, replaying the show he witnessed moments earlier, but instead of you dashing off, you as the demon to help you clean off your little toy.

"Lawrence, can you please help me with this?" You would coo.

The thought of you saying his first name again was enough to get the ghoul to start bucking harder into his hand, covk already leaking pre cum.

"Fuck" he utters "I'd do anything for ya y/n" he growls out, hips thrusting without rhythm, he wasnt gonna last much longer.

With one last long lick from base to tip, and the thought of you thanking him for helping you 'clean up' with the use of his first name again, was more then enough to push him over the edge again, shooting his load off on his hand and lap once again. Beetlejuice leans back and sighs with contentment, electricity leaving his hair and being replaced with soft pinks and greens.

"Y/n's favourite popsicles are the pink ones, heh, I dont blame her, mine too" he muses while admiring the 'clean' vibrator.

"I guess I should tidy this up" he groans looking at his cum covered hand, with a snap of his fingers his little mess was gone, yes he may be sitting in the tub, but the demon sure as hell wasnt gonna take a bath.

Beetlejuice gives the toy another once over, coding it in a thin layer of demon spit before vanishing it away to its rightful home, knowing you, youd find it in you drawer and assume you put it away and forgot. The demon felt so smug with today's events, you seemed to be happier after you jerked off, and he got dinner and a show, just not in that order.

Beetlejuice is snapped from his musing with the bathroom door swings open, with the shower curtain pulled the demon was fully visible to you, thank god slash satan he cleaned himself up.

"What are you doing?"

Beetlejuice, fully dressed, covers his chest as if he was naked.

"Dont you knock? I'm in the tub" he jokes

You snort out a laugh followed by a fake apology

"So what's up doll? Ya need to pee? Dont mind me" beej shrugs

"No" you say plainly as you wash you hands "since you're here, wanna order pizza? I had a shitty day and want to relax" you sigh glancing at the ghoul who was now buzzing with excitement, take out ment scaring the piss out of breathers. Beetlejuice pulls you close into a tight bear hug "I dont know what I did to deserve you babes"

When released, you stumble away saying you were gonna go place that order, clearly embarrassed and confused, not 100% expecting that reaction from beetlejuice.

Even though it had a rocky start today was a good day.

Bonus

You were sitting on the couch fiddling with your phone after making yours and Beetlejuice's pizza order, not really thinking much of anything. The demon flops down beside you, you glance up at him, he's been weirdly quiet since he hugged you in the bathroom.

"So babes, did you know my first name is Lawrence?"

[hermannsthumb]

Prompt: Newt has never seen the appeal of threesomes, frankly. They seem like more trouble than they're worth. But now there's two Hermanns standing in front of him, and his first thought (after "Did I take my meds?" , "Do I need new glasses?" , and "What the fuck is happening?") is that he needs both of them, immediately.

Anonymous said: Prompt (if you haven't written it already!) where due to time travel shenanigans, newt gets spit roasted by hermann(s)

i love how many requests i get for this kinda stuff HAHAHAH i technically have written this three times before, but in honor of newt’s birthday, let’s go for a fourth! MAJOR not sfw below cut!!!

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Newt is distracted as hell when he half-jogs into the lab one otherwise ordinary birthday afternoon, which might explain why he doesn’t see that there are two Hermanns at first. There’s too much on his mind—picking a club for tonight, what dissections he has to get done today before they can go out to a club, whether or not he remembered to wash his sexy club clothes, and if it even matters, because they’re just gonna get covered in glitter again. Whether or not the barista got Hermann’s coffee order right this time. Whether or not the special birthday breakfast pastries survived the journey. “It’s pouring out there,” he complains to Hermann, pushing his soaked hair out of his eyes and scraping his boots off on the pathetic rubber mat they keep in the doorway. “If it doesn’t let up, we might wanna reconsider going out tonight.”

“Newton,” Hermann says.

“Sweaty, wet bodies in a small room? Gross. No thanks.” Newt inspects the pastries: the brown wrappings of the one on top are slightly water-logged, but the pastry itself is fine. Perfect. “We could just rent a movie.”

“Newton,” Hermann says.

“And order some pizza.” Man, that’d make for a nice birthday. All cozied up in Newt’s bed with a monster movie and pizza. “Actually, let’s do that instead. I kinda wanted to go dancing, but—”

Hermann bangs his cane against the floor. It echoes strangely, almost as if he’s doing it twice at once, and Newt turns to him in confusion—or, as he discovers, them. He drops his pastry. He polishes his glasses free of water, and crams them back onto his face. He blinks a few times. “Oh, shit,” he says. “Dude, there are two of you.”

“I know,” both Hermanns say, and roll their eyes.

Newt approaches them cautiously. Two Hermanns. One of them is undoubtedly Newt’s Hermann, judging by his bad haircut, bad glasses, and bad clothing, which is the same boring slacks and sweater combo he was wearing when Newt left for coffee an hour ago. The other Hermann is a Hermann unlike one Newt’s ever seen before, clad in dark colors, with hair cropped somewhat more evenly and twice as many wrinkles around his eyes. Not two Hermanns—it can’t be two Hermanns. That’s a scientific impossibility. “Your brother,” Newt says. He knows Hermann has an older one, though the odds of Hermann having an older brother who uses a cane identical to his, on the same side as his, is a little slim.

“No,” Hermann says.

“You cousin?” Newt says.

“No,” the other Hermann says, but the corner of his mouth twitches up with an obvious fondness. “Your earlier assessment was correct, I’m afraid. There are two of me.”

Newt glances between them again. Same soft, brown eyes; same dark eyelashes; same weird, wide lips; same elegant cheekbones. Is Newt dreaming? No, he’s sure he’s not dreaming—it’s too, like, real to be a dream. (Besides, Newt’s brain is never this kind to him, and if it was, he would’ve just skipped the boring build-up and gone straight to the threeway.) Is he having some sort of a mental break, brought on by stress, or forgetting to take his meds somewhere along the line? Unlikely—Newt’s been way more stressed before, and he’s skipped his meds before, and he’s never had a reaction like this. It must be real. “Well, shit,” he finally says. “Hermann, this is the best birthday present ever.”

“Er,” Newt’s Hermann says. “It is?”

Newt cups the side of the new Hermann’s face, feeling it, inspecting it, reveling in the warmth of his skin. Yep—real, definitely real. Real and handsome. Newt pats his cheek. “You cloned yourself just so we could have an awesome birthday threesome,” Newt says. “That’s really touching, Hermann, seriously. I promise I won’t let you down.”

“No,” Hermann says. “That’s not—”

New Hermann gently places his hand over Newt’s, leaning into his touch, and smiles. There’s a hint of sadness to it Newt doesn’t quite understand. “I’m not a clone, darling,” he says.

“Oh, I like him,” Newt says. “He’s nicer. Definitely not a clone, then. Who are you, then, hot stuff?”

“He’s—oh.” Hermann sighs. “It all sounds so silly when I try to say it out loud. He’s from the future, Newton.”

Newt hums, considering New Hermann. Yeah, that makes more sense. Eye wrinkles. However far off in the future he’s from, apparently he’s picked up a bit more fashion sense by then, and maybe even a bit of style. “You came back in time just to have an awesome birthday threesome with me?” Newt guesses.

New Hermann laughs. Eye wrinkles, style, and apparently some sort of major head injury where he forgets how bad he and Newt hate each other. The future is now, or whatever. “Truthfully,��� he says, “arriving on your birthday was unintentional. It’s difficult to get exact dates correctly with the sort of technology I was using, you see.”

“Apparently there’s some great big event that happens in 2035 that it’s absolutely imperative he warn us about,” Hermann says.

That’s a bit of a let down. Still cool by virtue of time travel, Newt guesses, but awesome birthday threesome would’ve been more exciting. “Oh,” he says. A let down, and a shame, really, because 11-years-into-the-future Hermann is pretty sexy, and Newt was hoping for the chance to get his hands on some of that. Or maybe get those hands on him. He’s not picky. “I mean,” he tries, one last desperate attempt, “what’s the rush, you know? You can always tell us afterwards.”

“Afterwards?” Future Hermann says.

“Afterwards,” Newt repeats. He grabs Future Hermann by the lapels of his dark labcoat and smiles cheekily. “You can spare a couple hours, can’t you, dude? For the birthday boy?”

A sudden warmth blooms behind the future Hermann’s eyes; his mouth stretches into a smile of his own, goofy and affectionate. Future Hermann sure seems to like him. Newt hasn’t got a problem with that in the slightest, actually. “Er, a couple,” he stammers, and Newt hears Hermann—his Hermann—inhale sharply, like he’s just been offended to the utmost degree. “I suppose that’s— Well, I suppose there’s no real problem there. It’s not as if I’m on a schedule. Time travel. After all.”

“After all,” Newt says. “What about you, Hermann?

Newt’s Hermann is silent for a little too long to be anything but considering. “Er,” he says.

“Good,” Newt says.

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“Alright, boys,” Newt says, “I’m not as young as I used to be, so I can’t promise I’m very good at this anymore.”

“Anymore?” Newt’s Hermann says.

Newt winks at him over his shoulder. He has a witty joke on the edge of his tongue, but it dies when the Hermann in front of him (older, nicer Hermann) begins to tenderly stroke his jaw without warning. “You’ve always been so handsome,” Hermann says. His hand trails up the side of Newt’s face and stops in his hair, where he begins to twirl a strand around his finger. Newt shivers. “I could stare at you all day.”

“That’s kinda creepy, Hermann,” Newt says. “And cute, I guess? Okay, here goes.”

He opens his mouth wide and takes in Hermann’s—the new Hermann’s—dick as deep as he can, which is somewhere around the three-fourths mark. He used to be a lot better at deep-throating in his twenties. Also, Hermann is somewhat very well-endowed. “Bugger,” the future Hermann moans. His eyes flicker shut, and his grip in Newt’s hair tightens, and Newt feels a surge of pride. He’s always loved being able to turn Hermann to jelly like this, and apparently some things never chance. He hopes future Newt is still giving it to Hermann like this. “Newton, that’s marvelous.”

“Oh, by Jove,” Newt’s Hermann murmurs. He’s standing behind them at the edge of the bed, his knees braced against it gently. He’s also undoubtedly enjoying the view. Newt smiles around Hermann’s dick (puffing out his cheeks for show, just a little), and wriggles his ass obnoxiously at his Hermann. He needed the guy inside of him five minutes ago, goddamn it. Hermann seems to get the hint: there’s a shaking hand placed on his hip, a lone finger prodding his lube-slick entrance to check he’s properly prepared, and then Hermann’s dick sliding into him inch-by-inch. Newt moans. 

“Newton,” the two Hermanns groan out in near-unison, the one as Newt begins to bob his head up and down his dick, the other as he bottoms out and his pelvis hits Newt’s ass.

Newt pulls his mouth off of Hermann’s dick for only a second. “Fuck me already,” he begs. His voice is raspy even to his own ears.

He’s not sure which Hermann he’d intended to direct the plea towards, but both take it to heart: the Hermann behind Newt begins to rock in and out of him, picking up speed with each little thrust, while the Hermann in front of Newt pushes his dick back between Newt’s lips and begins a series of shallow thrusts of his own. Newt feels speared open, and used; Newt feels fucking awesome. “Mm,” he moans. He ruts against the bedsheets lazily.

“Wait, wait,” the Hermann fucking his mouth suddenly says, voice breathless. “Your—ah—your timing is not quite right.”

“It most certainly is right,” the Hermann in his ass huffs. “You’re meant to be following my lead. Yours is off.”

“Hardly,” the first Hermann says. “Stop moving—we need a bloody rhythm. We needn’t overwhelm Newton.”

Both of them still. Newt hears them debating how to proceed in a series of hissed whispers (though he’s too busy happily sucking on Hermann’s dick to bother with proper eavesdropping), and then the Hermann behind him is pulling out, while the Hermann in front of him pushes further into his mouth and down his throat. Newt’s throat burns pleasurably; his eyes begin to water, and he gags very slightly. “There we are,” the first Hermann continues in a grunt. “Now—” He pulls out until the wet head of his dick is just grazing Newt’s lips, while the other Hermann pushes back into Newt’s ass. “Much neater.”

Newt swallows down a hysterical laugh, or maybe it’s more of a whimper, and just grins instead. “You guys work it out?”

“Shut it,” the Hermann behind him gasps. He grinds deep in Newt, hitting all the right spots, and Newt is grateful for the return of the other Hermann’s dick in his mouth to muffle him before he can really make an embarrassing sound.

They keep up the pattern for all of five minutes, which Newt is pretty impressed with. Slowly, though, they start to get impatient; lingering too long inside of Newt, or pulling out a bit too slowly, or jumping the gun just a bit too early to rock back in. The Hermann in behind is the first to snap and forgo it entirely, suddenly gripping onto Newt’s waist and pounding into him as hard as he can. Not that Newt is complaining. “Ah, Newton, that’s so—” he moans, and Newt rewards him with a little teasing squeeze, “I—”

“Mmhm,” Newt says. Part of him wants to start worrying about his own orgasm, but honestly, he’s enjoying this too much. 

Getting an idea, he pulls his mouth off of Hermann and replaces it with his hand. Hermann always gets really embarrassed when Newt lets him come on his face, and he’s curious about if that’s changed in eleven years. “This feels so awesome,” he says. He begins jerking Hermann off quickly, barely a centimeter from his lips. He’s sure he’s gonna say some dumb shit—he loses his mouth to brain filter (which already works at minimum capacity) completely when he’s this turned on. “So, so awesome. I wanna do it again with both of you guys in my ass or something, but I want you to come all over me first, fuck yeah, come on, Hermann, do it—”

“Newton!” the Hermann above him chokes out, throwing a hand over his eyes, which gives Newt all the warning he needs to stick his tongue out and catch a small portion of his jizz. The rest makes a mess of his glasses. Kinda gross. Pretty hot, too.

He’s not surprised when he feels the Hermann behind him stiffen and come in him only a second later, cursing and gasping—he really does like to see Newt messy.

While they both collapse to the bed and attempt to catch their breath, Newt rubs his fingers through the mess one Hermann made of his face and uses it as lube to stroke himself off. He doesn’t take very long, either, considering this is definitely one of the hottest things to ever happen to him. Top five birthdays for sure.

“So,” he says, ten minutes later. He’s positioned himself in bed as the middle of the Hermann sandwich. Both Hermanns (arms draped around Newt) look at him, but Newt only looks back at Future Hermann. “What did you come here to tell us?”

“Oh,” Future Hermann says. He blushes. “Er. Right.”

[rhinkthreeways]

“You could have warned me!” (Smutty Version)

Rhett and Link had agreed to buy and wear tuxes for the Golden Globes after party that they’d been invited to. There had been some back and forth over whether a tux was too formal considering they weren’t attending the award ceremony itself. Rhett had suggested that if they wore the tuxes, but not the bow ties, they might be able to sell that they weren’t taking themselves too seriously; clearly there would be people there that knew they hadn’t attended the main event. And they didn’t wanna come off as trying too hard. Link had thought that if you were gonna do a thing, you do it right. If you’re gonna go all out and buy a tux, you wear the bow tie. There was a debate. A decision was made. They retired to their rooms to dress and agreed to meet at the hotel bar when they were ready. They both felt nervous, and out of their depths, and agreed that a cocktail before the party would help them manage their imposter syndrome-induced anxieties.

Link looked at himself in the mirror. He had to admit, he liked what he saw. The tux fit him like a glove. It damn well better at the price he’d paid. And he found he didn’t miss the bow tie . Not really. Yes, bow ties were classic, but Rhett and Link weren’t ‘classic’ kinda guys. They were internetainers. Modern. They could pull off a casual take on a tux. He’d have to hear an “I told ya so!” from Rhett, but he would have to hand it to him that this was a sharp, cool look for them. 

He was made of confidence as he took the elevator down to the barroom; then utterly deflated when he saw Rhett sittin’ pretty at the bar wearing a bow tie! 

“Man, we agreed! What the crap?! Now I look like a schlub Are you tryin to make me look stupid?”

“Relax! I thought we said we were doing the bow ties! You clearly seem more secure with it than without it. Gimme your key card. I’ll grab your bow tie for ya while you try to unwind with the drink I ordered for you. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Link thought about going back to his room his damn self out of spite. But this friction between them wasn’t good for anything. So he accepted the gesture and handed over his key card. 

A few minutes passed and Link was starting to relax when he got a text from Rhett insisting he get back up to his room. 

Link was confused for a second, and then in a brand new and full-on panic as he raced to his room, realizing what had just happened. 

“You know, when you sent me up to rifle through your suitcase, you could have warned me!”

“I didn't send you up to—“

“Just a little clue maybe? Like, ‘Sure, go ahead, Rhett. Just mind the huge dildo in my luggage!’”

Link covered his face, mortified. 

“What’re you doin’ with this thing anyway?” Rhett muttered.

“What do you think, man?!”

Rhett rolled his eyes, “I know, but… if you wanted somethin like this…”

“Oh gosh, I’m not ready for this.”

“What do you think you might be ready for?”

Link’s face burned with a combination of embarrassment and desire. He could believe Rhett was offering to… Well, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was offering, but Link couldn’t believe any of it! 

“I think I could unwind you better than a drink. Would you let me use this on you. I mean, with you, or…”

“Okay,” Link quickly agreed before he could think better of it. “Get me naked then.”

Rhett carefully peeled Link out of his dress clothes, complimenting how snugly the material hugged his body as he gradually exposed every inch of Link’s skin while remaining fully dressed himself, complete with a bow tie. There was something about the imbalance of their attire that was driving Link crazy. 

Link allowed Rhett to lay him out on the bed and delighted at the way that Rhett’s eyes shamelessly devoured him. Link might have been the one literally laid bare and spread open and vulnerable, but in his own way Rhett was just as exposed and weak. 

“I’ve never done anything like this,” Rhett admitted. 

“There’s lube in the suitcase too. If you didn’t snoop far enough to notice.”

Rhett barked out a laugh before Link continued. 

“Use a lot of it, and go slow.” Link grinned mischievously. “To begin with anyway.”

Rhett followed Link’s brief instructions, making Link when he touched slick fingers to Link’s hole. Link’s breath hitched and he froze for a moment before settling down around Rhett’s long thick fingers. Not bothering to suppress his moans. It felt good, no point denying that. And he hoped the flattering feedback would build Rhett’s confidence to make sure he fucked him real good momentarily. 

Reading Link’s body more than his mind, Rhett touched the toy to Link’s lips and encouraged him to wet it with his lips before he lubed it up and slowly slid it past the tight muscle of Link’s ass. Link relaxed around Rhett’s gentle pressure, spreading himself wide and letting Rhett reach deep inside him. He was regretting telling Rhett he wasn’t ready for Rhett’s actual cock. 

Next time, Link thought. There has to be a next time!

Link moaned and whined and sighed as Rhett fucked him with his toy. 

“Can I touch myself? Is that too…? I dunno…”

“Lemme see you come.”

“Nnnngh,” Link grunted before wrapping his hand around his swollen cock and pumping in time with Rhett’s thrusts until he spilled over his fist and begged Rhett to keep fucking him…

As predicted, Link felt more relaxed than any drink or drug could have rendered him. Suddenly, he had no opinions on bow ties with tuxedos. 

But Rhett had them both wear them, as Link had originally wanted. 

[mochikeiji]

Your Jersey and Your Smell

↠ Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji

↠ Warning: TimeSkip AU! Fluff, Smut! Praising! Size kink! Creampie!

↬ Word Count: 2,938

Summary: Being able to join the Black Jackals was one of Bokuto's dream. He was now a starting and star player of the team. Due to his broad body and excellent physique, his team t-shirt was extra large. Larger than Atsumu's or Kiyoomi's. With Bokuto out on for his regular practice, Akaashi, who was left in their shared apartment decided to explore a little through his stuff.

⇢ Day 4: Sharing Clothes! @bokuakaweek2020

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With skillful and quick slender fingers, Akaashi types away yet another project he was given from his editorial company. You're probably thinking why he keeps over working himself when it's the polar opposite. His company has had their eye on him ever since he has dimmed himself and his skills worthy of the charts. Being able to be part of something big meant punctuality— a work of perfectionists. Some of his colleagues and seniors ask for his advice and help during work hours. Big projects such as this one were usually left with him and other professionals.

There are days he tends not to move from his spot and type on continuously. That's where Bokuto, who dims himself as his knight and shining armor, interjects. One time Bokuto had came home late and spots his lover hunched back over his working table with bags growing underneath them. That earned him a stern scolding, no kidding. When Bokuto is concerned, especially if it's someone dear to him, all jokes are aside. That's how Akaashi promised him he won't be doing it again and will be taking breaks every now and then. And being a loving and doting partner he is, he would feel an amount of guilt if he were to break any promises he's made with him, even if it is secretive to the other.

He sighs, taking his glasses off with care and wipes off the excess mist that had filled the lenses, "Bokuto should be home at any hour now." stuck in deep thought as he places his glasses back into his face, pushing them gently by the bridge to avoid slipping. He leans back from hie soft, black chair, stretching his limbs slowly to avoid the sudden rush of pain like last time, "I've already made dinner," thinking through the things he's done a while back beforr he got started with his work again.

"The rooms are already clean from both kitchen and hallway.." dating Bokuto had perks, he was successful, even said that he didn't need Akaashi to work and that he was going to pay the rent of this huge apartment they both settled in. Akaashi scholded him after that, but it was quite sweet of him when he said, "I just want you to rest, Kaashi. After all, you've given me so much back in highschool." he couldn't helo but smile at the fond memory again.

Wanting to stretch his legs to avoid it from sleeping, he stands up from his chair, lightly tapping his feet on the ground. Looking around their shared room, Akaashi spots their closet. Missing Bokuto was a lot harder to him, despite them seeing each other at the end of the day and living together, he was his other half. And he was so love struck with the male. Gingerly walking up to the closet, he grabs both handles with a grip and swung it open together. Immediately greeted by the soothing scent only Bokuto could possess circulating around his clothing. It was a heavy musk of masculine scent, he chuckles lightly at the idea of Bokuto practically bathing himself and his clothing in a bottle of his cologne. He wasn't complaining though.

Examining each article of clothing he owned, he couldn't help but notice each size was getting bigger and bigger as he moves aside his clothing. He was going to take note that they could donate the ones that were smaller for him. Stumbling on one of his clothes, his eyes stared at the black 12 printed jersey. His current jersey. If Akaashi had a dirty secret, it would be wanting to wear Bokuto's jersey's since high school. And now he was free to do so since they have been dating for years now. Biting his lips in hesitance, he looks behind him, checking anxiously if the door from their bedroom would suddenly open. He knew if he was caught he would never hear the end of this from Bokuto.

"No, maybe I shouldn't. He might have an upcoming game where he'll need this." shifting his gaze away from the door and back to his jersey, "But he did mentioned he was taking an entire week off starting tomorrow.." blushing with his lips shaking from his chattering teeth, he gently grabs the hanger of his jersey and closes the closet behind him. Smoothing down the fabric, he watches the large clothing flow from the soft breeze emitting from their air condition. Placing it on top of their bed, Akaashi slowly strips himself from his own sweater, tossing it straight into the laundry basket and stares back at the jersey, topless.

Still debating on whether or not he should have his fill around his own needs, his eyes look up to their wall clock,

8:00 pm.

Bokuto would usually come home late. He could spend his free time just drowning in his clothing in bed! Removing the hanger with care to avoid ripping or damaging the fabric, he does it in a quick motion before placing the hanger at the night stand beside their bed. Holding the jersey up in front of his vision, with a shaky breath, he puts it on himself with excitement bubbling up in his chest, Bokuto's scent engulfing him deeper as his nostrils get drunk from the musk.

Popping his head out of the clothes hole, Akaashi was shocked at the huge size difference he and Bokuo have judging by the shirt. He scans himself by the mirror, to him he looked like a small child. His jersey had reached his knees! Back in highschool he could've sworn that his old Fukurodani jersey would only reach his mid thigh level. Just what has he been doing to grow that big?

Plopping himself back in bed, his body jumping a bit from the impact before coming back to a steady position, Akaashi lets out an exhale of bliss, feeling the cold yet soothing clothing hug his body freely. He could imagine his lover being here near him right now. Clutching the side of the shirt near his chest area, he brings it up to his nose and takes a whiff of the scent, his mouth curling upwards and his feet rubbing themselves on the sheets to tame his inner giddiness.

"Bokuto really has a strong scent." Akaashi thoughts, his free hand moving down to his abdomen to caress it, trying to tame the butterflies that were tickling his insides. But in doing so, he couldn't help but feel a little bothered. Just as his body was feeling cold and light, it was now turning warmer by the minute passes. His breathing becoming heavy, taking another sniff while biting his lower lips. The musky scent hitting his insight about everything, clouding his eyes with arousal and down to his now twitching lower region.

"How long has it been since we've last done it?" whimpering out, he moves the hand from his stomach down in a slow motion way, rubbing his skin the way he remembers how Bokuto would do before touching him down there. But it was far from his intoxicating touch. He sighs when he palms his half erected member. Feeling annoyed by the amount of clothing, he jolts his hips up a bit, pulling his shorts along with his boxers down before settling it on the floor without any care anymore. His member sprangs up, angry and twitching. Akaashi gulped, completely stuck in his own arousal, he doesn't bother to check the time and buries his nose on Bokuto's clothes, tracing a finger against the side of his cock veins. He sucks in a breath from the small stimulation, his sensitivity rising and gathering on his cock, making it leak of precum and want.

Having enough of his own ministrations, Akaashi finally grabs his twitching length, twisting and tightening his fist the way Bokuto has done before when he was being fucked into the oblivion. He moans from the memory, picturing it was him who was beating his cock as his nose takes another big whiff on his jersey. "Why I think of this before?" moaning, he could've done this as a way to release his pent up frustration rather than over working himself. But Akaashi was a timid man. Now that his own needs have taken over, he doesn't mind being dirty like he is now.

Shifting his head on the side, his lower lips bruising from biting back to hold in his moans. Releasing them in between his teeth, he started panting heavily when he thumbs the slit of his cock, spreading the pre cum all over as some kind of lube around his fist, his movements quickening as his imaginations got more steamy, "Bokuto." uttering out breathlessly, his heart beat racing inside. Closing his eyes that were almost rolling at the back of his head, he focuses on the softness and strong scented jersey, each second his small whimpers turning into loud whines. Bokuto's name started to fall into a small chant on his lips, "So close." releasing his grip from the shirt, he moves it on the sheets, anchoring himself from the growing heated knot inside of his belly ready to burst, his mouth falling open, eyes getting teary from the lack of simulation and sensitivity. Akaashi was coming close,

"Need help over there, baby boy?"

His orgasm was ceased, but his pants were continuous. Opening his eyes slowly, he can see Bokuto with his arms crossed on his chest with a small smirk plastered on his face, and his golden eyes darkened with hunger with his gym shorts bulging out a tent underneath them. Normally Akaashi would be embarrassed, but his neediness was strong and the sight of Bokuto fresh from practice and still wearing his unbearably tight clothing wasn't helping. His thighs noticeably shake, wanting to have them wrap around the bigger males torso as his puckering hole takes in his ridiculous length. He wanted to be fucked stupid after weeks— or even a month of neglecting.

"B-bokuto," Akaashi reaches out for him, eyes watering from both missing him and his painful length, "Please." immediately after those pleads left his mouth, Bokuto had stripped all of his clothing by the door. Nearing Akaashi, he throws his sweaty shirt away and positions himself in between the smaller males legs. Akaashi's mouth waters feeling the head of his cock poke his hole, making his toes curl in anticipation. Meanwhile Bokuto was eating in the sight of Akaashi in a flustered mess, wearing his undeniably large jersey.

"Is that my jersey you're wearing, Kaashi?" his voice going deep as he leans down on his neck, licking a small stripe of skin before biting down to mark it. Akaashi whimpers, grabbing onto his shoulders for support, "I-I'm sorry, Bokuto. I just, unf—" he was cut off by his own moan when Bokuto bit the side of the skin between his neck and shoulder, "I missed you."

He hears Bokuto growl in affection, but also knowing that that turnes him on and fueled his own ego. He leans back, licking his dried lips and stares at Akaashi, "I don't mind you wearing my stuff if it means you're gonna look so delectable, Kaashi." he places both of his hands underneath the shirt and on to his sides, squeezing them, which adds up to Akaashi's sensitivity and moans wantonly.

"I wanna try fucking you with it."

He gasps when the tip of Bokuto's cock intrudes his entrance. He didn't even have time to prep him because he too was getting impatient. His mouth falls open, small line of drool falling from the side of his lips as Bokuto eases himself inside slowly, but deeply. It may have hurt him if it was his first time, but now he looked like an omega in desperate need of an alpha. Bottoming out, he was left to adjust from his length. Akaashi possesses a small, fragile body compared to Bokuto's buff figure. Not only has he grown big,

He has definitely grown monstrous down there.

Bokuto pants above him, trying so hard not to let his own desires of thrusting in and out roughly inside the whimpering male from the vice grip his walls were around his cock. It had been too long judging by how unbearably tight Akaashi was. While waiting for permission from the younger one, Bokuto licked his lips at the sight of the end of his shirt getting a wet patch to wear Akaashi's cock was left untouched. To distract himself from going feral, he moves the shirt upward, exposing Akaashi's abdomen and leaking cock. Grabbing it, he slowly brings his hand up on the tip and down on his balls.

"Ah— Bokuto." chocking on a moan with his cock being surrounded by his callused palm, his head shakes side to side from his lower parts getting ripped and jacked off at the same time. Bokuto, being the teasing bastard he was thumbs his cock head with small circles, knowing how it drives Akaashi crazy it makes him cry out, "AH!— PLEASE MOVE!" he grins with a grunt, slowly pulling out from his jutting hips before slamming back inside, causing the air from Akaashi to puff out of his chest.

"Mm, fuck Kaashi, you're really tightening up," Bokuto grunts, the room filling up with the soumd of their bed creaking, Akaashi getting wrecked and his moans, "Its almost as if you miss my cock. Don't you?" he whispers next to his ear, earning a whine from Akaashi. Dirty talking something that gets him off, "You look pretty and cute wearing my jersey while— shit— taking my cock." he praises, capturing his lips for a heated kiss as the temptation of his tongue hanging out from the side of his mouth got into him.

Akaashi's legs snakes there way on his back, his heels digging on Bokuto to lock him in position, arms hugging his sweating torso close, craving for skinship, "Bokuto, ah ha, please. Make me cum. Cum inside me." pulling away from his lips and pleading. Eyes closing, focusing on the euphoria being brought to him, his mouth taking a mind of its own, "Please, please cum inside me. I miss you, I need you, Bokuto please." he cries against his neck, the tip of his cock barely scraping his prostrate close.

"You always have a way of turning me on, Keiji." moaning at the sound of his first name rolling from his lips, his eyes went wide when he felt his limp cock being grabbed on again. Looking down in fear, he was too sensitive,

"And you know what happens when you keep begging me for something I won't stop."

Giving him a deep thrust, his tip finally reaching deep into his sweet spot, Akaashi could only let his tongue out with his eyes rolling back. His cock being fisted fast by Bokuto, who held a sloppy yet animalistic pace from his hips.

"Fuck." Bokuto closes his eyes, biting down on Akaashi's sweaty and marked up neck, "You feel so good around me, Keiji." how Akaashi loves it when ge gets praises from his loving ace, "You look so cute right now. Want to keep fucking you like this." he hears him chuckle deeply from the sight of Akaashi unable to speak coherently from all his senses being blocked by his sinful minitrations.

"Did you really miss me that much?" Bokuto eggs him, his cock pistoning on his prostrate, hand cupping his balls. He was getting close, "Tell me you missed me, baby. I missed you a lot, you know?" from the way Bokuto was becoming chatty, that was a sign that he too was getting close to his high.

"Tell me you miss me, I'll give you all my cum, Keiji. Go on," growling, he places his thumb against his tip, locking his eyes with his teary ones, "I love you."

And that was the last straw for Akaashi.

"FUCK! PLEASE! BOKUTO, AH— I MISS YOU SO MUCH! PLEASE HAH—" scratching his back with his trimmed nails, Akaashi's voice becoming high, "CUM INSIDE— CUMMING! CUMMING!!—"

With a shout as he buries his head against his neck, Akaashi can feel the jersey get soaked from the chest area. His cum spurting on him and Bokuto as he empties himself inside Akaashi's womb with a grunt.

Both panted from exhaustion, basking in the moment of bliss and silence with each other's presence. Bokuto cups Akaashi's tear stianed cheek and strokes it lovingly, staring at his gun metal eyes with pupils fully blown from the intimate moment they both shared. Akaashi sighs, finally calmed his breathing and smiles softly at him, his eyes twinkling in sheer happiness and bliss, "Welcome home." he greets, wrapping his arms back again at Bokuto's neck.

Bokuto returns the smile and leans in for a short, chaste kiss, "Does this mean you'll be wearing my shirt more often? I don't mind if it's you." he teases the black haired male. Akaashi smacks the back of his head lightly from embarrassment, "Not unless you wear mine too.."

There was a moment of silence after his line.

"But your clothes are so tiny."

Akaashi pouts and turns his head away, earning an earful whine from Bokuto, "I was just kidding, Keiji! Your clothes might just rip, y'know?" peppering apologetic kisses on his cheeks, nuzzling his nose on his side.

"But you know, since I'm off tomorrow."

That made his head turn back to his gaze, meeting yet again another pair of hungry eyes.

"Why don't you train with me wearing my jersey now, hm?"

[aysombra]

Mess

Keigo Takami x Dom!F!Reader

Words:3,662

Warning: 18+

Tags: Anal, ass play, rimming, pegging, orgasm denial

(A/N: This is my first smut, obviously I’m new at writing it. I hope you enjoy. I don’t know if I’ll be taking request just yet)

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"You can't be serious." You look up to your boyfriend.

"Oh, I am. We've talked about this!" 

"I know we did but I was joking. I wasn't serious!"

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you've never fantasized about having me quivering and squirming under you!" Hawks left your shared bedroom to discard a box filled with plastic. You looked at him in shock as he left. You couldn't believe what he just said. More importantly, you couldn't believe what he bought.

Your sight slowly moved towards your hands. It was hard to believe what you were seeing. The fact that you were holding it, told you otherwise. Hawks, the no.2 pro hero and your boyfriend, bought a strap on for you. 

"I mean..yeah but not like this! Why did you buy a strap on! Are you tired of fucking me that you had to resort to buying a strap on to keep our sex life exciting?" 

"Of course not, my little feather!" Hawks walked back into the bedroom and took the strap on from you. 

"However, turning the tables for once was kind of intriguing. It wouldn't be fair if you were riding me with my cock inside you. Sure, there's always the chance of me squirming under you but it wouldn't be the same. So I thought, hey! Why don't I get my little feather a huge dildo to fuck me with! And now we're here!" Hawks smirked proudly.

You wanted to smack that smirk off his face. You weren't entirely okay with this. The two of you would jokingly talk about your kinks but neither really thought to adventure them. Two days ago, you were telling Hawks about your experience of the night he fucked you senseless. You told him how you felt and what you thought. You'd felt so good that you wished there was a way for him to experience what you did. 

It didn't really bother you that he bought the damn thing. What bothered you was that you couldn't give him the experience he gave you. You couldn't fuck him as fast as him. You didn't have the same stamina as him. He could go hours and hours without stopping. He was capable of bringing you into multiple orgasms until you could no longer take it. You sure as hell didn't have the talent his tongue and fingers had. The only talent you had was deep throating him without gagging. Years of sucking his dick and a dildo you kept hidden from him helped you become a master. Might as well have a black belt.

"From what I'm understanding is you want me to fuck you with a 5 inch dildo?"

"What? No! I want you to fuck me with a 8 inch dildo. I ordered the biggest one they had. Although, I debated whether or not I should've made a mold of my big, huge, throbbing cock that you love so much. But I chose not to when I realized I'd be fucking myself." 

The sight of Hawks putting on the harness amused you. He was struggling to put it on. Having on his pro hero pants weren’t helping. His attention averted from the harness to you when the sweet sound of your laughter left your lips.

“A little help.” A cheeky smile plastered on his face. 

You got on your knees and sooth out the wrinkles of his pants so the harness could move freely up to his crotch.

“I’m guessing you want us to use this tonight?”

“Of course! Why wait? I finished work early and I have a day off.”

“More like you left work early. You flew in 3 minutes exactly when the package arrived.”

“You caught me. I got the notification that it arrived and flew as fast as possible to surprise you.”

“Horrible surprise if you ask me.”

You tighten the harness around his thighs tightly, causing him to yelp.

“Not that tight, kid! You are constraining blood flow. I would like to keep feeling my legs. ”  

As he loosened the harness you grabbed the realistic dildo that came with the package. You handed it to him and watched him place it on the strap on’s ring. He proceeded to pose proudly with the strap on. Every once in a while he would thrust his hips on the air. 

“You’re having too much fun with this.”

“We got to make sure the dildo doesn’t fall off. We also got to get used to it since we’re not entirely in control of it.” 

You laughed once more as he continued to thrust his hips. 

“As much as I love you being an embarrassment, aren’t I supposed to be the one doing that? I’m the one using it, aren’t I?”

His hips stopped midair. His cheeks reddened as he took off the harness. Seeing him blush was a rare sight. He hardly felt embarrassed. You found out he only felt embarrassed when it came to you. You’ve brought out a side of him that he didn’t know he had and vise versa. You hate to admit it to him, but only he can bring out your slutty side. You were a huge slut for him. Constantly daydreaming about him. Always trying to sneak a peak of him bare naked whether it’s him getting dressed, taking a shower or getting in the pool. 

“Sorry.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. Your laughter ceased when he pulled down your sweatpants and panties. You stepped out of them and stepped in the harness.

“You need to stop wearing my sweatpants.”

“Maybe I would if they weren’t comfortable.”

As he adjusted the harness around you, you studied the dildo. It's big alright, but not as big as him. You traced the dildo’s veins as you looked at your boyfriend. He bought it. He thought into what he wanted to have fucking him. This bird really put thought into you fucking him. It was nice. Mainly because you liked his kinky side. Your thoughts were interrupted by a gentle hand cupping your face. "What do you say, kid? Should we get along with it?" 

Kid. That damn nickname. You have nothing against it. You loved it as a matter a fact. Every time he called you kid, you knew he was teasing you. That cocky bastard. It was one of the many reasons you feel for him. 

"I don't know. Should we?" Your lips gently met his. 

As you kissed he fell onto the bed with you on top of him. The kiss heated as each piece of clothing was being removed. A moan left your lips when Hawks attacked your neck the second your shirt was stripped off. A hand met your bare breast after your bra was removed. Hawks was focused on pleasuring you as much as he could. While one hand was massaging your breast, the other was squeezing your ass. To  give you as much pleasure as possible, he pushed your hips into his. Your clit being stimulated by his clothed bulge. The longer you grinded on him the wetter you got. You closed your eyes to submerge yourself completely in pleasure. Your fingers buried themselves into his golden locks, pulling them caused him to moan. Hearing Hawks moaning was music to your ears. To hear more your hips started moving faster, only to be stopped by him.

He smirked at you. You were confused at first. Soon getting the message you pushed him so he’d laid on his back. You're supposed to be pleasuring him. Not the other way around. If he wanted to get fucked by you, he had to get pleasured by you. As much as you loved having his hands run down your body and be covered by hickeys, you had to stop trying to get yourself off. you had to take charge.

"I’m going to take charge now. You have to do everything I say."

"Is that so? What are you going to do, kid?" He teased. 

You were going to have fun, that's what you were going to do. It's a rare opportunity to take charge. Hawks loved having complete control over you. He loved having you obeying his every command and begging for his cock. You knew there wasn't going to be a next time unless he ends up loving you pegging him. 

You kissed his neck while rubbing the growing bulge under his pants. You got off him to remove his pants and boxers. You started at his shirt for a while. How can you take off his shirt with his wings in the way? By your silence, Hawks knew what was going through your mind. He disconnected his feathers from his wings and removed his shirt. His feathers quickly reconnected themselves. 

"Well. That explains how you dress." 

Now that the two of you were naked, one question still remained. What the hell do you do to prepare him? As if on cue, Hawks gestured to get closer. It's times like these you hated yourself. Over the course of your relationship, there have been plenty of opportunities to take charge, you just didn't know what to do. Being around him made you nervous. You were afraid you'd miss up and ruin the mood. At times like these you loved him. It was as if he could read your thoughts and he'd always help you out. Unfortunately, it always led to him being in charge but not this time. You were determined to stay in charge. It appeared to be the same situation for him.

Once you were on the bed, he turned around and presented his ass to you. Your arousal grew. The sight of his ass in there and against the mattress turned you on. His vermilion wings laid causally on the bed. Pre-cum oozing down from the tip of his dick onto the mattress. Seeing his dick throb and twitch proved that this man wanted to be fucked by you. He wanted to get his ass fucked by you. Your attention was grabbed by his hands spreading his ass cheeks. 

“Put a finger in. Do what I did when we first had sex. Use your fingers to stretch me out. If you want you can use the sweet juice I see dripping down your thigh.” 

You look down and see your juices dripping onto the mattress as well. You insert your fingers into your pussy, a shaky sigh leaving your lips.

“Of course you forgot to buy lube, birdbrain.”

You crawl up next to him and nibble his ear.

“If they’re coated good it shouldn’t hurt, right?” You whisper into his ear as you shoved your coated fingers into his mouth.

Hawks didn’t hesitate to suck on your fingers. He moaned, having your taste on his tongue. He whined when he could no longer taste you.

“If all goes according to plan, you can eat me out all you want.”

 He moaned in response. Your other hand attended to your aching clit as you took in the sight of your boyfriend sucking your fingers. His eyes were filled with lust and need. His attention was fully on your fingers. You could see it. You could see him begging and squirming. It seemed to be possible. After sucking your fingers clean, he coated them with his saliva. You removed your fingers from his mouth and positioned yourself behind him. 

A digit traced over his anus. Carefully, you slide your finger in. You explored his anus, slowly circling around in hopes to stretch him out. You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible. 

“Is this okay?”

He nodded.

“Y-Yeah. You’re fine. H-Hurts a bit...but t-that’s normal, right?” He laughed.

“If it’s too much to handle don’t be afraid to say so.”

After a few seconds, you insert a second finger.

“F-Fuck!”

You immediately look at him and he nods, signaling he's okay. With both fingers in, his asshole was being stretched even wider. Keeping both fingers together, you circled around once more. It seemed to slowly ease some of the pain. You scissored your fingers to stretch him more before adding another finger in. You were so focused on making sure he wasn’t hurt that you didn’t notice his moaning.

He didn’t hold back his moans. He was letting them out, not wanting to reduce the experience of having his asshole stretched out. He dug his fingers into his asschecks. He was sure bruises would develop.  He clenched his eyes, wincing at a third finger entering his asshole with a strange object following with it. He opened his eyes to be greeted with the sight of your face smashed against his ass. You were licking his asshole. 

Your tongue was circling around his ass, surprisingly easing the pain. It turned him on even more. He moved his hand to touch himself until your free hand grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t touch yourself. You’ll get to eventually. Not now.” 

You guided his hand back onto his ass. He tried to not focus on his cock that was aching for attention. The movement off your fingers spreading inside him once more caught him off guard. He yelped in pain, tears started to form. It was too much to bare. He knew you were trying your best to ease the pain. He felt your tongue enter his asshole. It didn’t help relax him. It just added more pain. He was relieved when the pain was slowly turning into pleasure. Your fingers were slowly going in and out fully into his asshole. 

“F-Faster.” He moaned.

You increased the pace of your fingers thrust. You gaze sticked to Hawks’s face. He was a panting mess but not how you wanted him to be. You wanted him to be a sweaty, panting and squirming mess. His wings spasming as he moaned loudly with saliva dropping from the corner of his mouth. His hair to be a tangled mess. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. You wanted to see this fantasy become a reality. You were determined to make it happen. 

You removed your fingers from the asshole. His eyes met yours. He seemed irritated that whatever pleasure was flowing through him was gone. 

“On your back.” 

Hawks obeyed your command and laid on his back. He grabbed some pillows and placed them under his head. One hand laid on his stomach while the other pushed back his hair. He watched your every move as you spread his legs open and positioned the dildo in his asshole. His eyes followed your hand. You were touching your wet pussy, getting your juices all over your hand. You wiped your hand on the dildo, coat it with your delicious juice since he didn’t buy lube nor did he think he needed it. He wished he could put your cunt on his face so he could drink everything you had to offer.

The tip was starting to go in and it burned more than before. It was agony even though you were going slow. He opened his mouth to speak only to squeal. He cleared his throat immediately. 

“I-Is it possible to go s-slower?” He groaned.

“I’m going as slow as possible. Sorry for not preparing you enough.”

Hawks shook his head. It only hurt at his entrance. When it was inside it was pleasurable. It was weird feeling his asshole being full. After what felt an eternity, he felt the dildo leaving his asshole slowly. When it went back inside it was less painful. He closed his eyes to enjoy the foreign pleasure. 

As you slowly thrusted into him, you kept your attention on his face. He seemed relaxed, which was a good sign. He wasn’t in any intolerable pain. However, it seemed he was holding his moans back, His moans became a lot more quieter. You thought he was probably embarrassed by the squeal he made earlier. 

“Hawks. Let me hear you.”

He chuckled. You said something that amused him. Hawks. You never called him that when you’re having sex. This bitch wanted you to say his name if you wanted him to do something.

“I want to hear your moans, Keigo. Don’t hide them from me.”

“Why? Do my moans turn you on, kid?” 

He yelped when you roughly thrusted the entire dildo into him.

“I said. I want to hear your moans. Don’t try me.”

He smirked. You knew what that meant. He was challenging you.

“What are you going to do about it, kid?”

You were going to destroy his asshole, that’s what you're going to do. You thrusted into him at a fast pace. His moans were no longer quiet. They were nonexistent. His hand flew onto his mouth. By the look of his scrunched nose, wide eyes, hands covering his mouth and grabbing a fistful of his hair he was caught off guard.

He didn’t expect you to thrust into him. He was holding in his moans. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction to hear his moans. He learned you enjoyed listening to his moans, they turned you on. You may be in charge but he knew you’d eventually be under him. A groan escaped his lips when his cock was being jerked off. He tried his absolute best to keep his moans in. His heavy breathing told you he wasn't going to last if something else was added to his pleasure.

Your hand left its place on his muscular thigh to his hip. Your hips thrusted into him even faster as your other hand worked his big, throbbing cock. Music soon filled your ears,

“FUCK!”

Hawks gripped onto the bed sheets as his head flew back. His legs wrapped themselves around your hips and helped you thrust into him. His wingspan fully expanded, covering the entire bed. The bedroom was filled with his moans and your pants. You were starting to get exhausted. Your hips gave out. You could no longer thrust into him, but that didn’t mean you were going to stop. You moved your entire body, still being able to thrust into him. Unfortunately, the pace slowed down.

Hawks took this opportunity to sit up, using one of his elbows, and pulled you into a kiss. He wrapped his arms around your body, clinging onto you. His wings wrapped themselves around the two of you, pushing you into him as much as possible. You were taken by surprise when you felt something enter your wet pussy. Whatever it was, it was thrusting into your pussy at a rapid rate. You were too focused on moaning, you stopped fucking Hawks. You pulled away from the kiss, pushing him down in the process. You looked down to see a few of his feathers thrusting themselves into you. 

“Y-You fucking b-bastard.” You uttered.

“Have to make sure you’re enjoying this as well, kid.” 

You pinned Hawks hands on his side and grinned. 

“Well said.”

Your thrusting started once more. The speed of your thrust was no match for the feathers thrusting themselves into you. You had to finish him before he had the chance to make you come. You studied Hawks’s reaction, hoping to find something to help you make him climax before you. He was moaning, his head flying back. It suddenly hit you. Hawks kept throwing his head back. You knew what to do.

You placed Hawks hands around his neck, with yours on top of his and choked him. His moans became a lot louder. His wings were spasming like crazy. His legs were pushing you into him a lot faster now. The looks of his face was exactly what you wanted. He was a sweaty mess. His hair was messy and stuck to the sweat of his face. His eyes were rolling to the back of his head and his mouth was wide open, his tongue hanging out, saliva dripping from the corner for his mouth. He was thrusting his hips into you, the pace of the dildo entering and exiting his asshole now matching the feathers that were fucking you. 

Hawks couldn’t think straight. He was being fucked senseless as he was being choked. He now understood what you were going through. Why you loved his senseless fucking. However, something was messing. The pleasure his cock is supposed to be receiving. He needed to have his cock attend to. He needed as much pleasure as possible. He could use his feathers to do the work for him but it wouldn’t be the same. It wouldn’t be his or your warm hang tightly gripping his cock. 

“Please...C-cumming..s-ooon...L-Let me c-cum..Please…” He begged,

He wanted nothing more but to come with the amount of pleasure he’s experiencing. If he had to, he’d choke himself while you worked his cock. He wanted to come so bad those were the only words leaving his mouth. You were close to release. You were really close and you were sure you’d come within seconds. Without hesitation, you released one of his hands. His hand found its way to his cock and rapidly jerked himself off. Your hands stayed on his neck, continuing to choke him.

After a few more thrust, Hawks arched his back as he released his cum on his stomach, his wings spasming uncontrollably. You came on the feathers that were thrusting into you. The feathers kept thrusting into you as you rode your orgasm. They stopped when you fell onto Hawks. The two of you didn’t move. The sounds of the bedroom were replaced with your panting, the both of you trying to catch your breaths. 

“Well, that was...incredible.” Hawks said as he ran his finger through your hair.

“It would’ve been better if I had your speed and stamina. Sadly, I don’t.”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean the fun has to end. The night’s still young, kid. And I'm off tomorrow. We can go on for hours.  Now, let me take care of you. Properly.”

[binniedeactivated]

Church Boy. ||seungseung💦

hey ya’ll since it’s taking me longer than normal to complete request pls enjoy some stray kids smut i made long ago~~

Pairing: top!seungmin bottom!jisung genre: smut word count; 2396

If we are being completely honest, nothing ever went in Jisung’s favor. 

It was always, “Put your head down Jisung” or “Make sure you are reading the Bible every day Jisung”, or even worse, “Make sure you are forgiven for your sins”.

He did all of these things each and every single day but he still believed that he could never be forgiven. After all he was the biggest sin he thought himself to be.

Jisung was gay.

But who would he ever tell that to?

His father was a preacher and his mother was his advocate. They’d never understand where their son was coming from. All they knew was church and that God hated you if you were any different from them. 

Luckily he has never been tempted before. Usually, his sexuality wasn’t too obvious while he was in church until the devil himself appeared in Sunday school that fateful morning. And ever since then, Jisung couldn’t stop his cravings. Not even while he was in the middle of service.

He walks into the sanctuary seeing the saints pray ferociously, he was debating on whether he should sneak off and smoke some weed while his mother prayed too. But he disposed that thought as soon as he locks eyes with his favorite blonde haired angel in the back row. 

On the verge of falling asleep Jisung’s eyes flutter open fearfully at the sudden slap on his butt by some unknown figure. He glares up to view the tall bastard standing there, smiling like a complete fool before he sits right beside him. 

“Ow! Why would you do that?”. 

Jisung hisses with his hands still in a folded manner. It took everything in him to pretend he didn’t like it. Pretending was the only thing saving him from his father’s wrath. 

“Psh. Because I want to. Are you actually praying right now?”. 

“Well yeah I have to. And you should too”. 

Seungmin smirks. 

Seungmin declared. He used a hand to grasp a chunk of Jisung’s ass, massaging both cheeks softly. Jisung’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. He gulped hard and squeezed his eyes tight, swatting the younger’s hands away while trying to pray. 

“It makes me think about what else you can do on them, other than pray, church boy”. 

Just ignore him.

Maybe he’ll go away.

But ignoring him was so difficult when he was constantly running his hands over the fatty globes of flesh which turned Jisung on in an instant. Each time Seungmin dragged his hand to a different sector of his ass Jisung caught himself hitching a breath in between.

However Seungmin saw the boy’s diligence and became frustrated. Jisung always had a way of turning him on without doing much. He snakes his fingers in the boy’s hair and yanked it back until their eyes met.

“Are you ignoring me?”. 

With a combination of pain and fear, Jisung delicately replies,

“W-we’re supposed to be praying right now. We can’t talk”. 

Seungmin wanted to wreck him even more with his words but instead he grinned, thinking of a better idea. 

“You’re right. We can’t. Instead I’ll show you. Shall I?”. 

Seungmin releases his grip and brings himself to his knees with Jisung. He darts his eyes around, thank god the back of the church was cleared. 

He presses his half hard member against the fabric on the back of Jisung’s slacks, releasing a gasp from the boy’s lips. Out of panic Jisung reaches back to grab Seungmin’s waist but nonetheless Seungmin takes Jisung’s hands and pin them against the church pew. 

“Or what? I’ll be banished from church?”. 

“No. No, it’s just, just the right thing to do”. 

Seungmin could reply with some witty remark but he didn’t want to. He’d much rather spend his time letting his eyes graze over the boy who was more adorable than anyone he’s ever seen. The boy who always looked so cute in his church clothes, the boy who’s slacks fit way too perfectly around his ass.

Jisung cut his eyes away from the younger, trying to find something else to pray about before he became tempted. He was already flustered with the way Seungmin was checking him out. 

“You look so pretty on your knees like this”. 

It was now time for evening prayer. Already feeling his mother’s glare, Jisung pulls the pillow from beneath the pews to place his knees on while he prays silently, trying not to fall asleep from forbiddingly staying up too late last night. Because of this, Jisung’s special place for evening prayer was in the church’s back rows. 

It didn’t take long for Satan to arrive, looking absolutely stunning in his sweater vest and white long sleeve button up with the top buttons undone. He wore a middle part in his silky hazelnut strands, and even though his mother always did her best with covering him Jisung always saw the tattoos dancing along his neck and arms. 

reflected in his twitch in response to every move Seungmin made. In his short gasps for breath,“Not so fast church boy”. 

“W-w-we can’t d-d-do this. My dad will kill me”. 

Jisung whines but Seungmin grinds himself against Jisung’s ass once more. And god, Jisung would be lying if he said this isn’t what he wanted. He bit his lips in satisfaction. He was feeling too many emotions all at once and definitely way too fast. 

“Look how hard your little ass makes me. I want to fuck you”. 

Seungmin hisses in his ear with enough harshness to make Jisung’s own pants tight. He couldn’t believe the rush Seungmin’s voice gave him. 

“We, we will get caught”. 

“So what? By the time they catch us you will already be fucked out anyways”.

Seungmin devilishly grins again before pushing his soft wet lips on Jisung’s neck. Out of everything he loved about Jisung what got him the most was how pure the older was. This  the high pitched noises he made to keep from becoming too obvious. The way his fingers drums against the wooden pew. 

Sliding his lips downward Seungmin relishes at the bright red hickey behind the boy’s ear. He fishes his hand to the front of Jisung’s trousers and gives the growing bulge a good squeeze, knocking the breath right out of him. His body was so sensitive to everything that had never been done to him before and the feelings overwhelmed him entirely. All he knew was that Seungmin was incredibly hard and so was he. 

Yes, he wanted to be filled but he didn’t quite know how to say that. 

“Have you ever been fucked before church boy?”. 

Jisung shakes his head, licking his parched lips,

“N-no”. 

Seungmin takes this opportunity to shimmy down Jisung’s pants before unzipping his own. He snatched the bottle of lube out of his coat pocket and allowed the liquid to pool in the palm of his hand. 

All the while Jisung couldn’t believe himself. He was always his parents little saint and here he was, about to lose his virginity in church. He didn’t have time to have feelings of regret before Seungmin dips his hand into his briefs and strokes his length with a lubricated hand. A line of shaky moans cut its way into Jisung’s throat. Seungmin began at a perfect rhythm and a perfect pace, making Jisung instinctively thrust his throbbing hard on in his hand. 

The feeling was absolute bliss. Like heaven on earth he never felt anything like it but he was mesmerized. In just a few thrusts Seungmin increases in speed, being careful to conceal the squelching sound. Jisung’s lips were being bitten with a strength that could make them bleed. 

“Look at you fucking yourself in my hand. Does it feel good church boy?”. 

Jisung swallows,

“Y-y-yes”. 

“Faster”.

Seungmin demands and with uncertainty jisung listens, slamming his waist into the fist. The sensation relieving his throbs couldn’t be tamed it was all so addicting yet so sinful.

“Like this?”. 

Jisung squeals, 

“Faster”

Seungmin demanded again and Jisung’s heart ran marathons in his chest. He pushes his waist forward again and makes his thrusts quicker but the feeling of Seungmin’s slimy hand around his cock unboxes another swarm of butterflies. 

“Like, like this?”. 

Jisung now whines now feeling a particular feeling in his gut. At this point he was going incredibly fast and if he didn’t stop he’d been in for one hard orgasm that he didn’t want anyone else in the church to hear. 

“Faster”. 

Jisung tries his absolute hardest but finds himself slowing down, he didn’t want to give up the moment of bliss all too fast and he could feel his throbbing tip prepared to let loose. 

“I can’t, I can’t”. 

Jisung wails with the tiniest throaty moans finding a home in Seungmin’s eardrum.

“Yes you can. I said go faster”.

Pursuing the demand Jisung does as he were told, letting Seungmin’s hand rub him off until cords of white shot onto the floor below them. Jisung’s stomach caved in and a wave of relief washed over him. His breathing was weighty and although he could possibly get grounded for the rest of his life, he was grateful. 

But the fun didn’t end there.

Right after smearing the lubricant on Jisung’s ass Seungmin aligned the puckering hole with the tip of his member. The older gasps once again, not feeling confident that he could take it all.

“Seungmi—-“.

“Shhh. I’m going to stretch you and then you’re going to take my dick like the innocent boy you are”. 

Inch by inch Seungmin teases his hole, and every single time Jisung didn’t know what the hell he was missing. Who would’ve known all this time what he needed was a good fill. 

After the painful teasing that made the older’s mind spin, Seungmin is all the way in and Jisung’s body stiffens immediately at the foreign feeling. 

“Relax church boy. Keep your ass up for me”. 

“Y-y-our so big”. 

Seungmin grins before grabbing his waist and making his first thrust. A long lewd moan escapes Jisung lips, having being so loud that Seungmin clasps a hand over the older’s mouth. 

“god you are so loud for me”. 

Feeling pretty prideful Seungmin gradually increases his pace. Starting slow to get him used to the feeling, now to the point where he was practically drilling him. Jisung’s nails scratches the wood underneath his elbows and he rolls his eyes to the back of his head. His hair bounces continually and his moans were just as high pitched and erotic as they wanted to be. 

Seungmin loved the way Jisung’s tight hole clenched around his Rock hard member. He’d be dreaming up something like this for weeks. Finally he’s getting a chance to ruin his delicate angel. Everything about him was angelic, even down to his whiny moans. god, Seungmin could just cum at the sound of his whimpers. 

“You should be ashamed of yourself you little slut getting fucked in the back of the church. What would your dad think of this hm?”. 

Seungmin degrades harshly, and he’d hit Jisung’s prostate so many times that the older didn’t care anymore. The sensation running through his torso couldn’t compare to anything else on earth. He loved the way Seungmin pounded in him with absolute ease, making him feel like the whore he truly was. The whore he truly wanted to be.

“Why do you make me like this hm church boy? You got me so hard— fuck”. 

Seungmin groaned in Jisung’s ear growing the older’s erection all over again. He couldn’t believe he was getting fucked like this by someone who was younger than him. Where did he learn? 

Seungmin dangerously strengthens his strides sending Jisung over an edge. He wanted to scream, groan and moan as loud as he possibly could. He wanted to claw at Seungmin’s back and tell him how much he wanted to be fucked. He wanted to leave hickies on his neck. He wanted to ride him until he couldn’t stop cumming. 

But their relationship was forbidden. 

So Jisung sat tight and let Seungmin pound his hole senselessly until moans were no longer attainable. He was surprised the pew was still in tact with the floor. He was surprised no one was hearing them. He was a moaning mess between Seungmin’s fingers. 

“Fuck you’re going to make me cum your whines

are so pretty”. 

Seungmin lunges even harder chasing his own high. Jisung felt his eyes water with bliss. His cock had already been squirting the cum it could muster. He couldn’t fathom the speed of Seungmin’s waist. But all in all the younger was blessed to make him feel this way. Everything was so wrong but it never felt so right. 

Seungmin slams into the younger one good time now fully reaching the older’s prostate, making Jisung cum again. He seriously felt pity for the janitor at this point, he made such a mess of himself. Seungmin grinds sluggishly slowing down, his hot liquid filling Jisung with more than he could bear. 

Seungmin takes his hand off of Jisung’s mouth and the younger lays his head down trying to capture all of the deep breaths he wasn’t able to take. That was, until Seungmin thrusts his fingers in him leaving Jisung desperately clutching the arm rest until he came from oversensitivity. With no energy left, Jisung’s body draped over the pew with his strands sticking to the sweat on his forehead. Seungmin pulls the older’s bottoms back up as he zipped his own. He doesn’t hesitate to suck purpling hickies on the back of Jisung’s neck as he knew the other didn’t have the strength to fight him off anymore. 

“All fucked out. I could just fuck you again but you’re lucky I have mercy”. 

“Where did you learn to do that?”. 

“I didn’t. You’re just so cute I wanted to ruin you”. 

Jisung places his head back down trying to figure out if he was going to be able to walk correctly when he got up.

“I made you cum four times in one prayer session church boy. Let’s see if we can beat our record this Sunday”. 

Seungmin hisses again. His sinful words were like venom. 

A venom so sweet that Jisung couldn’t stop tasting.

He hoped god forgave him.

[jawritter]

Broken Me...

Ch. 11

Summery: The Dallas Convention couldn't have come at a worse time for Jensen. His world fell apart earlier that morning, but was expected to just act like everything was normal. You and a friend were at the convention for her birthday. Life hasn't been that great for you either, but a forced meeting on stage changes two worlds. Will you be able to put this broken man back together again...

Series Warings: Cheating, shitty marriage, Danneel is a bitch, I unfortunately have to put that as a warning because some people tend to get turnt up about it if you don’t... Smut, Crying, Suiside Attempt, brief discription of suicide attempt and recovery, depression, hints of self loathing, language. I think that’s it... Suicide Trigger warnings will be placed over each chapter!

Chapter Warnings: Smut!! Prostate massage, hand job, anal play? Language, depression, crying, all the angst at the end.. Just read it..

Word Count: 2242

A/N: BINGE READ TIME!! As always all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is gold!! Hope you all enjoy this one!!

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Jensen insisted on flying to Vancouver when he got out of the hospital even though Jared and yourself tried to convince him to take a little more time off. 

He said he'd thrown filming behind enough, and that he needed the distraction. Neither of you really felt comfortable with arguing with him, given the uncertainty of his mental state… So you flew back to Vancouver the same day they released him from the hospital, even though you felt a little like Jensen was running from his problems back in Austin..

Much to his dismay though once you all landed in Vancouver they told him that he was going to be off for another week whether he liked it or not. 

They would just shoot scenes that didn't require him. 

He pouted most of the way to the apartment the two of you occupied in Vancouver. You were secretly glad they wouldn’t allow him to film... 

He had gone through so much, he needed to face it. Not brush it off, or hide behind his work to deal with his problems...

The outpouring of support from people everywhere was astonishing. Even the cast and crew of Supernatural had gone above and beyond to show him support, and help him with his recovery...

Jensen was scheduled for his first appointment with the therapist next week... 

He wasn't allowed to be left alone under any circumstances... 

Which suited you fine. You were honestly afraid to leave him alone. Almost having an anxiety attack when you couldn't have him in eye sight. 

He had told you over and over again that he'd messed up, that he wouldn't do it again. It was a mistake. Still you couldn't help the fear it created in you. The fear that you'd lose him...

"So what are we gonna do for a week." He said, flopping down on the couch dramatically. 

"Not a damn thing." You tell him, sitting straddle him so that you could rub his back. He caught on quickly, ripping his shirt off. Making himself comfortable. You start on his shoulders working your way down to his lower back. Working the knots and tension out of his back and shoulders. "We are gonna lay on our ass, order a ridiculous amount of takeout, bing watch scary movies, and do nothing that requires getting out of our pj's or that brings on any form of stress for you whatsoever." You tell him, still working on his tense back. 

My God the man was gorgeous. 

It was a sin to be this attractive, it had to be.

"Uh excuse me? There is one thing I can think of doing that would be a hell of a lot easier without our pj's." He said, looking over his shoulders. Wiggling his eyebrows at you mischievously. Earning a light smack across his jean clad backside.

Rolling over with you still hovering over him he tried to sit up, and grab your hips to pull you down to him, but you had other plans..

“No sir, you need to relax..” You hell him, earning the best pouty face he’d ever given you. His already mostly hard member straining against the dark blue jeans he was wearing…

“Easy there cowboy, I didn’t say that I wasn’t going to take care of you…”

The devilish smirk appeared back on his lips as you reached between the town of you, undoing his belt and jeans before sliding them down his long bowed legs.. Pulling his socks off with them, and throwing them on the floor. 

“What you got in mind sweetheart?” He asked you, as you spread his legs and settled yourself between them.. Reaching behind you in your bag that he’d dropped on the floor when you walked through the door of his apartment..

“Remember that thing you wanted to try last month? The one I said you were going to have to earn before I actually agreed to do it?” You asked, and he lifted his eyebrows at you in shock, knowing at first you didn’t want to do this at all… 

“Really? I had to nearly die to get you to try that on me?” Jensen said, shock still evident on his face.

“No!” You said, putting a generous amount of lube on your palm, and slowly starting to pump his quickly hardening member before putting some more lub on your two fingers of the hand that wasn’t working his member, reaching down running them lightly over his tight whole, earning a groan from him already..

“I wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing before I did this to you, I didn’t want to hurt you, so I did some research, and I think I’ve got it now, but you have to let me know if I do something wrong.”

Starting with one finger, to make sure that you didn’t hurt him, you slowly pushed it into his rectum, pulling it in and out of him, stretching him slowly as you continued to stock his already rock hard member in your free hand, trying to be as gentle as possible, knowing he’d been wanting to try this for a while after reading about it on the internet.. 

He was already holding on tightly onto the couch cushions, his head thrown back, moaning lightly with every brush of your finger against his prostate, and when he finally relaxed around your hand, you slipped a second finger into him.

Putting a little more pressure against his prostate, fucking him slowly with your finger as you pumped him, running your thumb over his slit, collecting the precum that had gathered there. His hips bucked as he pressed back harder against your hand, your fingers buried nucked deep inside him as you watched his back arch off of the couch, his breath coming in sharp pants as you continued to work his member at the same time you stroked his prostate deep inside of him.

It was the single hottest thing you had ever seen in your life, the way he all but fucked himself against your hand as built him up higher and higher, fucking him with your fingers, pressing in to him until his body was trumbling under your touch, then pulling away some, leaving him wanting more..

His moans get louder and louder as you continue to work him with your hands, strings of sweat sliding down his shaft and your hand as you continue to milk his prostate with your fingers. 

Before long he was all but screaming under your touch, his hips jerking, the veins in his neck strained against skin, his face and neck read and you worked him faster. Harder. Sweat forming over his head at you brought him to the edge over and over again, until his body gave into you completely… 

His body almost sitting straight up as his ass clenches hard around your fingers, and he spills his load onto your hand as you work him slowly through his high, his body wound tight as he releases himself, giving everything he had to you, his trust completely in you to take care of him until his body all but went limp on the couch, little after shocks rolling through is body, his eyes still glazed and unfocused…

You pulled your fingers out of him as gently as you could, running to the bathroom and getting a warm damp cloth after washing your hands, and returning to clean him up.. His breathing finally returning to normal when he laced his fingers with yours sitting up slowly..

“You okay?” You asked him as he leaned his head onto your shoulder, his body still relaxed from his release…

“More than okay baby girl.. That was… Jesus we’re going to be doing that more often..” He said breathlessly.. Making you chuckle against him..

“Come on handsome let’s get you showered, and we can lay up with some pizza and a tv, I want you to stay relaxed, you're not allowed to stress over anything…”

Later that night. After a long steamy shower. Takeout pizza devoured. Hospital food is terrible. Both of you felt like you were going to starve to death before they released him. You were both sprawled out in your king sized bed. About an hour into the shining. You were lying between Jensen's legs. Leaning against his chest. In your favorite spot. Both are strong arms wrapped around you. One of his legs wrapped around yours.

You could tell by the slow steady rise, and fall of his chest that he was sound asleep without even looking at him. 

You were well on your way to being asleep yourself. 

Perfectly content when Jensen's phone vibrated across the night stand. 

Looking up at Jensen he was still sound asleep. Mouth slightly opened in a very deep sleep. You looked at the phone and saw it was Danneel. 

Debating for a moment whether to wake him, or not you decide to answer it, and deal with the consequences later. You did not want Jensen to get stressed out at all right now. Talking to her could only mean stress.

Rolling over with some difficulty because of his arms you grab his phone and answer it. 

"Hello?" You say quietly, into the phone. Trying not to wake Jensen. 

"Hello y/n? This is Danneel. Can I please talk to Jensen." 

How the hell did she know your name? You'd never meet this woman? Oh duh.. It's all over social media.

"No you can't." You tell her, knowing she called because she heard about what happened. "He's sleeping right now, and they don't want him under any stress." 

There was silence on the other end for a moment before she finally spoke again..

"Look I don't want to cause any trouble. Some little brat at JJ's school heard about Jensen's........ Accident... She's worried about him and wants to FaceTime with him. They all want to see their daddy." 

She sounded like she was being honest. It was their dad. If you didn't let them do this Jensen would never forgive you.

"Okay fine. Give me about 5 minutes to wake him then make the call to his FaceTime." You say, praying you weren't making a mistake.

"Thank you." She said, hanging up the phone. 

As soon as the lines go dead you turn around, shaking Jensen.

 "Babe come on wake up, you got a call you don't wanna miss coming in." 

He woke up looking at you confused. 

"What?" He asked you, completely lost. Still half asleep.

"Danneel called. JJ heard about what happened from a kid at school." You watched as he turned white. 

"No.... No... No she can't know. They can't know." He said, starting to panic. 

"Danneel said JJ wants to FaceTime you. She is gonna call." And with that the phone rang with a FaceTime. With shaking hands he answered the call. Facing the phone to himself as JJ and her siblings appear in the screen in from of him.

You don't know how long he talked with his kids. Assuring JJ that he was going to be just fine. That he was going to be around for a long, long time. 

You made sure you stayed far away from their sight. Sitting quietly in the background. Jensen keeping a tight hold on your hand. Trying to hide his emotions from his children.

Finally they tell him goodbye, then Jensen does something that shocked and honestly scared you a little. 

"Hey Danneel." He yelled, before she could disconnect the phone. 

"Jensen." She said, reluctantly turning the phone to herself. She also had been staying out of sight. 

"Thank you for letting me talk to them, but you know I wanna see them. They're my damn kids to Danneel. Please. Let's work this out like civilized adults. Without having to get the court involved. I'm not diluted, I know I can't get full custody of those kids. I'm never hardly around. I just wanna be able to see them... Maybe have a holiday with them everyone once in a while a sleep over. Is that too much to ask?" 

There was silence on the other line. You both held your breath. You watched Jensen carefully. Tears were silently slipping down his face now. You were seconds away from grabbing the phone and disconnecting it. Worried he was getting to upset when she finally spoke.

"Okay. That's fair. We can work it out. Between ourselves, but right now. Tonight. Jensen you need to recover. You're still not stable. You're still reeling, I can even see it. Let's give it a few weeks. Okay? Let yourself heal. Then call me and we will set up a date for them to spend the weekend with you guys. Right now. Go get some sleep."

"Okay. Thanks Danneel. Really." 

With that she hung up the call. You crawled back up to him. Put your arms around him, and let him cry it out. 

Something he hasn't done since all this started. Something he desperately needed to do. 

Tomorrow we will undoubtedly have to tackle another issue. This is gonna be a long healing process for him, but tonight. Tonight he got some answers that he desperately needed, and he got to talk to his children. That alone was more than you expected when that phone rang.

After a long time he finally fell back asleep. Peacefully. Snoring slightly next to you.

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