#i do get the feeling that he’s weak to neck kisses himself too….. shudders and squirms

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI. i was scrolling through kunigami's wiki and...

DIES. i think 😞 he's the type to bite/kiss ur neck whenever there's a chance .. dawg leaves hickeys and he doesn't even mean to .. oral fixation kunigami is so real to me (also bi!kinigami canon ?!?!) 😞😞😞 yeahhhh

ALEXIS .

THIS ASK MADE ME . INSANEEEE BI!KUNIGAMI? NAPE ENJOYER KUNIGAMI????? ORAL FIXATION KUNIGAMI??????? HHHHHHH OH HE’S SO….

no because . you’re so right. he can’t help himself. you put your hair up in a messy bun and he’s just staring at your nape… silently….. you ask him to come look at something on your phone and he comes up behind you with a steady hand on your shoulder, leaning down to press a sneaky kiss against your nape before giving you his undivided attention…… yeah. he def nibbles on it sometimes. absolutely leaves accidental hickeys that embarrass him a little because he genuinely just can’t resist your nape. smh. anyway i would eat him alive

[shawtuzi]

this video got me thinking….its kinda giving choso so walk with me real quick besties

˚ʚ♡ɞ

“fuckkkk,” the back of choso’s head knocked against the headboard, his chest heaving with a thin sheen of sweat covering it. the poor boy couldn’t form a single thought—the only thing swirling around in his empty mind is that he needed more.

his breath hitched when he felt your tongue wrap around his nipple once more, flicking the sensitive bud with your tongue. you didn’t bother saying much to him, it’d be pointless being the only word he could respond with was a breathy ‘fuck’.

“i’m ’bout to—hmph! nut again, it’s coming baby,” his head lolled onto his shoulder, his hips now bucking up to create a rhythm with your hand. you hummed around his nipple, squeezing his angry red tip, the clear pearls of precum leaking from his tip had you dying for a taste. “be louder…w’nna hear you cho,” you whispered in his ear, licking at the shell of it.

choso shuddered rather violently at the feeling, but nonetheless he got louder for you—a tad bit louder than you had expected. choso’s mouth dropped opened, a symphony of whiny moans following right after.

if he had any energy he’d fuck your fist himself, but alas after 3 consecutive orgasms all he could do was pathetically roll his hips. “so fuckin’ close, cmon baby make me cum,” choso nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt your soft hands begin to play his balls, squeezing them ever so softly.

choso’s entire body went limp as his orgasm hit, moan after pornographic moan spilling past his kiss bitten lips. the first shot of cum landed on his chest, some getting on his chin, which you greedily licked at a second later. his thighs shook in overstimulation, nearly closing because now it was really starting to become too much.

“baby baby baby wait—hah! you’re gonna f-fuckin’ kill me,” his larger hand wrapped weakly around your wrist, but it stopped nothing. you kissed you way up his chest to his neck, sloppily kissing, licking, and sucking any bit you could get. he just smelled so good—like vanilla and cinnamon, you just wanted to eat him up.

you brushed his hair out his face with your free hand. you looked into his tired, yet oh so lustful eyes, “you good?” you asked, halting your hand’s movements. choso sniffled and gave you a weak nod, “want you to drain me dry angel, even if i start crying.” it’s funny because just as choso finished his sentence a stray tear slipped from his eye, landing on his already messy abdomen.

choso stuck out his tongue making you giggle. you knew exactly what he wanted. you leant over, wasting no time shoving your tongue in his mouth, swallowing up his whiny moans. you resumed your hand’s movements, squealing when you felt choso’s teeth sink into your bottom lip.

he truly didn’t know if he had another orgasm in him but he didn’t care, even if he blacked out. why do you ask?? because soon he’ll be receiving the best aftercare known to man. cuddles, kisses, BACK SCRATCHES!!! he was as content as could be.

[lymtw]

Thinking of Gojo working with you to get you to believe that you deserve things.

"Come on, baby. Show me those pretty eyes," he murmurs, kissing your tears of frustration away. He knows how bad it must suck to be kept on the edge for so long, especially with his constant pace. It's only enough to make you crave more of him, but be would be lying if he said he wasn't getting off to the sounds you let out. "Baby..." he coos, his nose buried in your neck. "You wanna cum?"

The question finally gets a reaction that isn't whimpering and sobbing out of you. You nod your head, frantically, your glossy eyes opening and darting around the room as you try to readjust your vision to the light. Satoru licks a stripe up the side of your neck, an airy chuckle leaving him when you shudder at how he transitions into sucking on your delicate skin immediately after. The tears you shed clumped your eyelashes together, making them appear as thick spikes whenever you looked up or lidded your gaze.

He pulls away from the fresh marks on your skin, admiring them for a few seconds before casting his attention towards your puppy eyed expression, resulting from the sudden stillness of his hips.

"Look at my pretty girl," he says, his tone provocative as he allows his eyes to rake over your trembling body and pretty, yet, ruined demeanor. "You deserve everything you want in the world, don't you?"

You can't find the words to respond to him when he holds your chin between his fingers and starts tilting it in every which way to get a look at all the new decorations he left on you. He ends the inspection by turning your head back to its original position, his gaze centered on yours.

Satoru has always been fascinated by your eyes, despite having the most enchanting eyes himself. He loves the color of them, and the way they express what you feel so well, when you can't. He loves how they're gleaming with more tears that are ready to cascade down your cheeks. You're damn near angelic.

"Don't you?" He repeats, a soft smile on his face as he runs his fingers over your ribs.

"Yes! I-I do, Satoru!" You break. "Please," your voice goes quiet towards the end, a weak cry for mercy. You squirm beneath the ghost-like touch of his lithe fingers, indirectly trying to get some friction for your neglected clit, which only earns you more limitation when he realizes and presses his palms down onto your hips to hold you steady.

"I've been telling you this all along, babe." He tsks, playfully. "Too bad you don't agree with me until your back is against the wall, or in this case, the mattress." He kisses along your collarbones, then your chin, and keeps going up until he's face to face with you again. He presses his forehead against yours, not caring that it's a little sticky with sweat. "You're a good girl who deserves the world and more," he whispers. "You won't cum until you learn this lesson." He nuzzles his nose against yours, smiling innocently when you let out a weighted whimper. "Love you, baby."

Thus began one of the longest nights you've had with Satoru. There was lots of instruction, lots of validation, and so much repetition of affirmations he needed you to carry in your mind at all times. Throughout the night, there was enough patience to fill three humans. All of it came from Satoru, and by the end, there was a blissful expression on the face of someone who got so many deserved, mind-numbing orgasms, that they blacked out—you.

[locomoqo]

switchin' them positions

ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, & Diego Kang x reader [separate]

details: NSFW content, sub characters, p in v (gun's part), bondage + cockwarming (goo's part), handjob + orgasm denial (DG's part)

A/N: BOO!!!! drops bomb and runs (literally just smthing i came up with like..what if u make that hunk go sub..esp the big 3 ++ goo is the subbiest out of the 3 tbh)

ᯓ★—GUN

Gun’s back is pressed against the headboard, his dark eyes fixed on you. He’s already stripped down, his body tense beneath you as you straddle his hips, feeling the warmth of his dick pressing against your inner thighs. His hands rest on your waist, fingers tightening instinctively as you start to move, slowly rolling your hips, teasing him with every shift of your body.

“Let me,” he growls softly, his grip tightening as if he’s about to flip you over, take control like he always does. But you shake your head, pressing your palms against his chest, holding him down with a firm but gentle pressure. 

“Not tonight,” you say, your voice soft but insistent, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat under your fingers. “Tonight, you don’t get to be in charge.”

His eyes narrow, a flicker of frustration flashing across his face, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t fight you—not yet. He’s too curious, too caught off guard by the way you’re looking at him, with a calm determination that he’s not used to. He doesn’t let go of your hips; his fingers dig into your skin, and you can feel the tension thrumming through him, the desire to flip the script, to take you down and make you beg for him.

“Just let me take care of you,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips over his, the kiss soft, lingering. You feel his body shudder beneath you, the barest hint of surrender, but he still watches you warily, as if he’s not sure he can trust himself to let go.

Slowly, you start to move, your hips moving against him, taking him inside you inch by inch. His breath hitches, and his sharp, predatory focus giving way to something softer. His hands twitch against your waist, but he stays where he is, allowing you to set the pace.

“Just relax, handsome," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath as you move, slow and unhurried, letting him feel every inch of the sweet walls of your pussy.

He makes a low, frustrated sound, his hands tightening again as if he’s about to take over, but you press him back down. Your fingers threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him subtly gasp. “No,” you insist gently, but firmly. “You get to relax tonight. Relax.” You put emphasis on the last word.

He looks up at you, his breathing ragged, and you can see the war in his eyes—wanting to give in, but hating how exposed it makes him feel. But he doesn’t fight you, doesn’t try to take back control, and there’s something almost desperate in the way he watches you, as if he’s never felt this kind of weakness before. It's almost like he's turning into putty in your hands.

As you move, your pace quickening, you can feel the tension in him slowly unraveling. His fingers loosening their grip on your waist, his head falling back, exposing the column of his throat. God, the way your pussy just squeezed the life out of his cock felt good, he wouldn't admit it but letting you set the pace for once felt good.

You lean down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, his neck, savoring the rare moment of intimacy as his body begins to respond to yours, his hips lifting to meet your movements.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, your lips brushing against his ear, and he shudders, his eyes fluttering shut as if he can’t bear to look at you while he’s like this—laid bare, completely exposed. There’s a rawness in the way he grips your thighs, his fingers trembling just slightly as he gives himself over to the moment, letting you take him to the edge.

Every sound he makes—every low, breathy moan, every ragged gasp—feels like a victory, each one more desperate than the last as he lets go of the control he’s always held so tightly. His muscles are tense beneath you, his breath hot and uneven as he watches you through half-lidded eyes, his jaw clenched with the effort of keeping himself in check.

Your words are soft, soothing, and you can see the way they hit him, the way his breath catches as he looks up at you, his gaze suddenly raw and open in a way you’ve never seen before. His hands slide up to your back, holding you close, and you can feel the way he trembles—just a little, just enough to let you know that you’ve cracked that icy exterior.

His moans grow just a tad bit louder, his control slipping further with each roll of your hips, his breaths coming faster, rougher. You feel his hips move up into you to try and meet your hips, his eyes squeezing shut, his grip on you tightening as he lets you take him apart piece by piece until he’s gasping your name, lost in a pleasure he can’t control.

When he finally shudders and falls apart beneath you, his seed painting your insides white, there’s no pretense left—just raw, unguarded emotion, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his body spent.

You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath yours. He looks up at you, and for a second, you see the barest hint of a smile before he pulls you down into a fierce, hungry kiss, as if to reclaim some of the power he’d let slip away.

And maybe, just maybe, he’s okay with that.

ᯓ★—GOO

Goo should’ve known better. Maybe he wouldn’t have said yes if he’d realized things would end up here, or perhaps if he’d actually taken you seriously, the consequences wouldn’t have been so... brutal.

It started with a simple request—you wanted to switch things up in the bedroom. He laughed, entertained the thought, but never let you follow through, always brushing it off with a smirk and a smug, “Next time.” So, this time, you decided to make sure he’d regret that.

You pushed him down onto the bed, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, and before he knew it, he heard it—the click of handcuffs locking his wrists above his head. His eyes widened as you pulled back, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“Alright then,” he chuckled, half-disbelieving. A playful, cocky grin spreading across his face. “Let’s see what you got, boss.”

You straddled his hips with an intensity that made that cockiness of his falter. For just a second, you caught that slight drop in his expression. “Stay,” you ordered, voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

He chuckled again, but there was a faint trace of uncertainty there now, a sliver of something almost like nerves.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” he mocked, but it sounded hollow, his confidence starting to crack.

You leaned close, your breath warm against his ear. “I mean it, Goo. You move, and this stops. Understand?”

You felt his body tense beneath you, the slightest catch in his breathing. He laughed, but it was softer, less certain. “O–Okay, whatever you say, sugar,” he muttered, voice slipping as he started to take you just a little more seriously.

You rewarded him with a slow, deliberate grind against his cock, feeling it harden beneath you as his breath hitched, his fingers twitching above his head, clearly aching to grab you but unable to.

“You’re gonna listen, right?” you teased, voice low, testing just how far you could push him.

“Yes,” he replied, but it wasn’t steady, the usual cocky edge blunted, replaced with a hint of submission.

“Good,” you murmured. You could feel the tension in his arms as he strained against the cuffs, testing his restraints but holding back, for now.

He could feel his cock twitching to be inside of you, but he could do nothing but watch as you grinded on his length. That smirk of his was slipping fast, the usual swagger replaced with something far more vulnerable.

“Still think this is funny?” you asked, pressing your hands down on his chest, pinning him harder. His eyes widened, and you watched as a bead of sweat formed on his brow, his cock pressing harder against you as he looked up, flushed, defiant, but beginning to crack.

Oh, who was he kidding? You looked so fucking hot like this. His dick was only getting harder by the second.

“N–No,” he admitted, voice breathy. He licked his lips, gaze locked on yours, his arrogance unraveling with each passing second.

You leaned in, slowly grinding on him. Each touch, each kiss was a slow burn, drawing out every last bit of his restraint. He started off with cocky retorts, but the longer you teased, denying him even the slightest touch, the more his smug façade crumbled.

His breath came in sharp gasps, smirks turning into bitten-back moans when you finally sank down onto his cock—agonizingly slow at that—and when he tried to lift his head to capture your lips, you pulled back, keeping him right on the edge.

Goo couldn’t handle this. Just when he thought you’d finally give him some release, you went completely still on top of him. No, no, he’d hold out—you’d move sooner or later, right?

But you didn’t. And now he was starting to feel cornered, his body aching for you to move. The way your cunt would give his dick a squeeze every now and then, the stillness so torturous he thought he might lose it.

“Please,” he murmured, voice stripped of all bravado, replaced with genuine need. His hips bucked against yours, wrists pulling desperately at the cuffs, eyes wide and pleading.

“What was that?” you asked, pretending not to hear, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, a teasing glint in your eyes.

“P-Please,” he repeated, louder this time, voice breaking, his face flushed as he looked up, wild-eyed and almost desperate. “Fuck, I—need you—”

You smirked, leaning down until your lips brushed against his, voice dipping into a low, teasing whisper. “Oh, now you’re begging? I thought you were the one in control.”

He let out a broken groan, head falling back as he tugged at the cuffs, his usual arrogance shattered. “Please,” he said again, voice raw, the word slipping out like a whimper, leaving him exposed to you.

You couldn’t help but grin, a thrill running through you as you saw him so undone, so needy—all because of you.

“Well,” you murmured, finally granting him a slow movement of your hips. The friction drawing a deep, shuddering moan from him. “Maybe I’ll give you what you want...as long as you keep being a good boy for me. Can you do that for me?” you purr at a tone that's so sweet yet razzing.

“Yes, yes-” he gasped, trembling beneath you, wide, desperate eyes locked onto yours, no trace of his usual swagger left. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just—please, just fuckin’ move.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” You ask, lifting an eyebrow at him with a small pout. He immediately shakes his head, “N–No, sugar, ‘m sorry–I just-”

Oh this was just too amusing.

ᯓ★—DG

Diego Kang, the level headed man. The one man circle, the legend of the first generation…the titles he’s earned could go on and on. Always exuding that calm confidence, that unshakable aura. But tonight, that was exactly what you aimed to break.

After all, he was still a man, wasn't he?

Your little movie date night with him is long forgotten by you as you shift closer, slipping your hand under the blanket, trailing your fingers over his thigh. You catch the briefest flicker of his eyes down to you, a faint question there, but he says nothing. Unfazed, as always.

Yet you don’t stop. Your hand slides further, pressing just a little harder, and when your fingers graze his cock through his sweats, you feel him tense ever so slightly. He doesn’t say a word, but there’s a slight exhale, barely audible, as he shifts in his seat.

You pull it out, touch feather-light as you ran your hand over the length of his cock, only teasing at first. He didn’t flinch, only looked down at you with that calm, unreadable gaze of his, like he was trying to figure out what game you were playing.

“You’re not going to get to me,” he murmured, that calm, even tone never wavering.

You smirked, looking up at him. “Is that so?”

Leaning forward, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, giving it a slow, torturous stroke from base to tip. He let out a measured breath, eyes narrowing as he tried to keep his expression neutral.

“Mmhm,” he replied, but there was the faintest tremor in his voice, just barely enough to let you know you were getting to him, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

Slowly, you ran your thumb over his slit, feeling his body tense under your touch. His jaw clenched, but he kept his eyes locked on the screen, refusing to let you see him slip.

“Nothing to say, hm?” you teased, keeping your strokes excruciatingly slow, keeping him right on the edge, but never giving him enough to tip over. The way your hand feels around his dick has him wanting more. More than this.

He could just imagine your pretty little lips wrapped around his thick cock or maybe even better—him sinking every single inch of him into you. He bites his lip, hands flexing at his sides.

It makes him swallow hard, adam’s apple bobbing as he forces himself to stay in control. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he replied, his voice tight but still steady.

Your fingers moved faster, stroking him with a little more pressure, watching his resolve waver, bit by bit. His breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering just slightly as he fought to keep his composure.

“Oh? So you don’t mind if I just… keep you here like this?” you murmured, voice laced with a teasing sweetness as you slowed your strokes, edging him right up to that breaking point before pulling back again.

His lips parted, and for a split second, you saw it—the faintest flicker of frustration in his eyes, a crack in that calm exterior. He let out a shaky breath, biting down on the inside of his cheek, clearly still fighting to stay composed.

“That’s... fine,” he managed, but his voice was strained, his hands clenching into fists at his sides now.

With a smirk, you leaned in, pressing your lips against his neck, littering the space with slow kisses. “I don’t think you can handle it,” you whispered against his skin. “In fact, I think you’re going to beg.”

His body tensed, and his breathing quickened, but he still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of breaking. “I won’t,” he replied, though his voice had grown softer, barely above a whisper.

You laughed softly, moving your hand with a firmer stroke, watching as his cool demeanor slowly melted away, replaced by the raw need he could no longer hide.

“Let’s see,” you challenged, stroking him just a little faster. His gaze shifts down to his dick, looking furious at the constant denial of release. He could feel the tension build in his body as he struggled to hold onto what was left of his control.

Finally, a low, ragged moan escaped him, and he gave in. Those eyes hazy with desire as he whispered, barely audible, “Please…”

“Didn't hear you,” you teased, slowing your movements to a crawl, dragging out each stroke until he let out another shuddering breath.

“Please,” he repeated, his voice softer, almost pleading. His eyes met yours, the last of his composure slipping away as he gave in

You leaned back, smiling victoriously as he looked at you, expression shattered and vulnerable. It was everything you wanted, and you hadn’t even pushed him all the way over the edge yet.

“See?” you whispered, your fingers ghosting over his cock again, driving him right back to the brink. “I told you you’d beg.”

[enhaheeseung]

Toxic - L. Heeseung

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warning: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, angst, cum eating, arguments, cursing, dry humping, multiple orgasms, mentions of cheating, crying, the words slut and whore are used.

Genre: ex’s, toxic relationship, smut, mdni!

WC:4,351k

“Knew you’d be here,” you hear an all too familiar voice say right beside your ear, and you can’t even react before his large arms encase your figure.

You jumped slightly and set your cup down on the kitchen counter, as well as the bottle of alcohol that you had been drinking that night.

With your shaky hands, you attempt to take his arms off you, but the effort is futile, and you end up resting your hands above his that lay on your waist.

“I waited a whole hour to finally get you alone, baby. Your friends were stealing you away from me,” he laughs softly, his warm breath tickling your neck. “But now,” he steps a bit closer, brushing himself against you, and you feel your knees grow weak as his bulge rests between your cheeks. “You’re all mine,” he nibbles on the tip of your ear, earning a quiet gasp from your beautiful lips.

“Hee,” he melts when you call him by the nickname you gave him all those years ago, chills running up his spine as he shudders against you, inhaling a sharp breath while subtly pressing his crotch on your backside.

He lowers his hands to your hips, gripping them firmly and pulling you against his chest, your body completely flush with his, leaving you no space and no choice but to feel the thick, pulsing outline of his stiffness.

You let go of his hands, letting him use your body as you clutched onto the kitchen counter to stabilize yourself, and you wish you could say you were doing this with him cause you’re drunk, but you’re far from that cause he came to you only a few shots in.

A part of you felt guilty for letting him back in so easily, but one touch from him and all rational thoughts were out the window. The only thing swirling in your brain right now was the thought of him laying you on your back, spreading you wide open, and taking every last ounce of dignity from you.

He smirks down at your connected bodies when you take matters into your own hands and grind your ass against his hard-on. “Let me take you home,” he whispers and taps your waist two times, momentarily knocking you out of your trance as you agree and let him guide you out of the party.

He feels lucky when he’s able to sneak by your friends. The last thing he needs is for them to interfere like before.

He took you to his car, the scent filling your nostrils and bringing back so many memories of the late-night drives or grocery runs you both used to go on back when your guy's relationship was healthy.

Without much thought he put the keys in the ignition and started his car driving back to your place based off nothing but muscle memory from all the times he used to pick you up for dates he looked to his right seeing you stare out the window and he can’t believe you’re actually sitting here with him right now after everything you guys have been through.

He puts his hand on your thigh and hides his smile when you jump slightly from his touch.

He sees you visibly relax, and he strokes your bare thigh with his thumb, inching his hand up higher and higher till he feels the warmth between your legs. He settles his hand there, kneading and tugging on the soft flesh, working you up for what’s about to come, and by the time you arrive home, your panties are completely drenched. You feel embarrassed for getting so turned on by a simple touch, but you can’t help it. You were undeniably addicted to your ex.

Guiding him upstairs to your apartment room feels all like a blur cause as soon as the door shuts, he’s got his hands all over you, groping every last inch of your skin as his lips press roughly against yours.

Taken aback by his ferocity, your hands clumsily find his strong back, using it as leverage to brace yourself for his hungry kisses. “Oh, heeseung,” you moan into his mouth, and he loves it as it gives him the perfect entrance to your warm, wet mouth. He slips his tongue inside with no permission, but he knows you’d never refuse any of his advances.

“Fuck” he whimpers when you run your fingers through his hair and tug harshly on the roots.

He stumbles his way over to your bedroom, your lips never disconnecting for even a moment as you both discard your shoes somewhere neither of you is even concerned with right now.

Leaning back to finally catch a breather, your eyes flutter open, and he smiles softly while stroking your cheek with his thumb, admiring your beauty up close after so long.

He trails his hands down to your waist, gripping the hem of your shirt, and with your help, he lifts it over your head smoothly, tossing it to the ground.

His hands move to your back, unclasping your bra effortlessly as if you two had just done this yesterday. “Missed this,” he mumbles softly at the sight of your breast, his big hands automatically cupping them, thumbs brushing softly on your nipples as they harden under his sensual touch.

“Mmph,” You bite your lip from the sensation, your hands lowering to the button on his pants, popping it open, and lowering the zipper on his jeans. As soon as you take your hand off his zipper, you cup the pulsing bulge inside his pants, squeezing him softly and taking his breath away.

“Oh my god,” he breathes out, looking down at your hand stroking his throbbing length. “Y/n,” he throws his head back, eyes falling shut from the pleasure as his tip continues to leak and soak straight through his underwear.

You take the open opportunity to attach your lips to his neck placing the most softest kisses he’s ever felt on his skin.

He tilts his head to the side, making it easier for you to kiss and mark up his neck while you jerk off his cock faster. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum” he whispers, eyes still closed, showing zero restraint to the upcoming pleasure despite wanting to make you finish first.

You slow your movements, giving him a break, and he makes the most of it as he gently grips your waist and lays you in your bed.

He does the rest of the work and takes his pants off before getting on the bed and looming over you to take your pants off as well. You assist him by lifting your hips and letting him peel the jean material from your legs, leaving you in only your underwear as he throws your jeans off the bed. “You’re so beautiful,” he says while tracing your inner thighs with his fingertips, your skin forming goosebumps from his teasing touch.

Removing his hands from your skin, he slowly opens his blue flannel one button at a time, watching your eyes become filled with desire with each one he unfastens.

Your legs spread apart just a bit, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by him, and he can tell how much you want him when you grip the sheets and writhe on the bed beneath him, desperate for him to do something.

And he does. He lays beside you, his left hand running along your clothed cunt. “Hee,” you breathe out, arching into his touch and trying to lift your hips to meet his movements.

He presses a bit harder, adding more friction for your pleasure, and he lowers his face to your chest, taking your perked nipple into his mouth and sucking on it softly as he looks up at you, eyes blown wide as if he’s waiting for some kind of approval.

Slipping your panties to the side, his thick fingers come in contact with your bare cunt for the first time tonight, and he runs his digits through your drenched folds tapping your clit gently and rubbing the wetness all over your mound.

Humming against your chest, he slowly eases his finger inside you, taking your breath away.

You grip his wrist for some kind of support as he gently fucks his finger into your heat, little moans slipping past your lips.

He adds a second finger in you stretching your hole open, his thumb circling your clit in soft circles.

Releasing your nipple with a quiet pop, he kisses around the erect bud, placing soft kisses all over your plush breast.

“So good.” You don’t want to let him know he still has this much power over you, but the way his fingers work inside you makes it impossible.

“Yeah? You feel good, baby?” He lays his tongue flat against your chest, licking every inch within his reach, his fingers gradually picking up the pace as he curls them and starts rubbing that spot he memorized all those years ago. It was still carved on his brain despite your guy's separation.

His left leg hooks over yours, his obvious hard-on rubbing against your thigh as he absentmindedly humps your leg. “Ah ah,” he moans shakily, his wet tip getting stimulated by the softness of your thigh.

The action only turns you on more, and the feeling of his scorching length throbbing against your thigh while he pumps your wet walls has you clenching so tightly around his fingers, letting him know you’re not far off. “Hee close, so close,” your arch, your back further into his touch, eyes squeezing shut as you lose yourself in the pleasure of an orgasm that you dreamed of every night since the breakup.

“I know, baby.” he pecks your chest, rutting faster against your thigh, creating more friction the closer you get. “You gonna cum for me?” He whines out, his own orgasm creeping up on him suddenly.

“Yes,” you nod your head over and over, looking down at where his hand was pleasuring you in ways you couldn’t imagine. “Cumming” you helplessly choked out, legs shaking uncontrollably as you had your first orgasm in years.

“That’s it,” he whispers against your ear. “My girl cumming so hard around my fingers” he softly kisses the shell of your ear, his hot breath heightening every last little spark of hot pleasure you felt. “Give it to me, all of it.” The feeling doesn’t fade, and it seems like your high was dragging on forever. Just seconds later, you feel another rush of pleasure flow through you, and a second orgasm comes crashing down around you unexpectedly.

His thumb works gently on your clit as a warm liquid squirts out from between your legs the wet sounds loud and sloppy as his fingers fuck your cunt till you give him everything. “Oh my god, heeseung fuck” you moan loudly, your body quivering in the aftermath as little wet splashes stain your bed as well as heeseung’s hand, but he loves it the way you’re literally wetting yourself all because of him.

“I got you” he nudges your face with his nose, slowly riding your high out until you’ve given him every last ounce out of your perfect pussy. “Baby, you’re so wet you’re dripping on me,” he says in a daze, soaking up the image of you wet and shaking with pleasure when you come back down from that indescribable experience you hid your face in his neck, feeling embarrassed by how your body reacted to him.

He pulls his fingers out of your stretched hole, your squirt running down his wrist as he slurps your cum off his fingers.

The front of his underwear was covered in translucent precum, and he felt like he couldn’t wait for another second to be inside you, especially when he rested on his knees and saw the creamy substance leaking from your entrance. He just knew it was going to feel like absolute heaven to be inside you again.

He quickly pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard veiny cock to your desired-filled eyes as you lay there just waiting for him to fully undress.

On second thought, you couldn’t wait. His underwear only made it to his ankles before you sat up and gripped his shoulders, maneuvering him on the bed, so now he was sitting against the bed frame.

You immediately sat on his lap, circling your hips as your wet panties brushed against his leaky dick. “Condom?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and positioned yourself to ride his thick cock.

He shakes his head back and forth. “mm mmm.” he really didn’t have one because he was not expecting tonight to go like this. “But we don’t need one, baby. Let me fill you up.” he caresses your arms up and down. “Know you love it when I cum inside it” he squeezes your arms a bit more tightly, letting his possessive side take over.

This should have been a red flag for you, but at the moment, it was so hot that it clouded your better judgment, and the idea of him filling your hole with his hot cum and claiming you as his had your brains turned to mush and by the look on your face you didn’t even have to give him an answer for him to know you wanted it too.

You lifted your hips up, and he pushed your panties to the side, giving him just enough access to your little hole. He gripped the base of his cock, putting the tip in and giving you that nice little stretch before pushing in a bit more. “Oh,” you moan, rolling your head back as he spreads you open with his dick.

“Oh fuck god, y/n,” he whines, his hands rushing to your sides to grip onto something to ground himself.

You gently sat down, careful not to overwhelm him. You bounced lightly on it, getting both of you used to the sensation, and naturally, as it started to feel better and better, it wasn’t long before you were sunken down all the way on him, his tip touching your cervix as your pussy lips kissed his full balls.

“Kiss me.” his breath was heavy, eyes barely open, as he tilted his head up, waiting for your lips to touch his.

You ran your fingers through his hair, bringing his face closer, zeroing in on his perfect pink lips and connecting them together.

You can feel him twitch inside the moment you stick your tongue in his mouth. He moans quietly, feeling breathless from your kiss, his fingertips pressing harshly into your side, and you completely take his breath away when you start riding his long cock.

His mouth falls open, and the kiss is no longer a kiss. It’s just you licking, sucking, and biting every inch of his mouth.

You feel the grip on your waist loosen, and he becomes limp, his fingers lifelessly resting on your thighs as you bounce up and down up and down.

The sound of your skin clapping against his, mixed with the obscene wet sounds between your conjoined bodies, makes his head spin.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest, his eyes glossy with pleasure as you fuck your cunt on his cock.

You leaned back eyes fluttering open and you stare into his love filled ones biting your lip and tilting your head to the side using every last ounce of energy to ride him. “I-“ he tried to speak, but nothing came to his mind. He was too overwhelmed with the feeling to form a coherent thought.

“Feels good, huh?” You say through a heavy breath as he nods frantically.

“Yes, so good, please, y/n,” he whimpers and presses his face to your chest, messily licking and sucking the flesh, the warmth of his tongue making your nipples grow hard. “Please, I’m so close, y/n you’re gonna make me cum”

“Okay, baby,” you kissed the top of his head, and the warmth he felt inside of him was nothing like nothing before the softness mixed with the pleasure was all it took for him to let go. “Fill me up, hee, make me yours.” You don’t even know what you’re saying, but right now, it feels right. “Only want you.”

“Me too,” he whines out, muscles tensing as he releases himself within your heat, filling you up just the way you wanted. “Mine all mine,” he grunts out every word with each rope of cum that stains your warm insides. “All fucking mine,” his words shoot straight to your core, your cunt clenching around him, milking his creamy seed until you are stuffed to the brim with white hot cum.

He starts thrusting up from below you, his balls smacking against your ass as he turns animalistic, his strength returning in full as his grip becomes tighter. The sudden change of sensation takes you by surprise, and he easily flips you over, getting on top of you, his left hand immediately clasping with yours beside your head. “Legs on me,” he groans softly as you obey his command.

He grips your thigh, hoisting it up high on his waist, his tip reaching the deepest part inside you. His thrusts are deep and precise as his thick tip drags against your gummy walls, stroking every last ridge and crevice, bringing you the utmost pleasure. “Uhh heeseung,” A shocked whimper escapes your swollen lips, your free hand clutching to his wide back, and your sounds make him absolutely feral. You swear you see stars as he pounds into you so fast and deep.

“I love you,” he breathed out while scanning your flushed face, his hand slipping between your bodies to finger your clit so you can both cum together this time. “I love you, y/n,” you moan at his confession as you stare into his eyes, your body slipping further up the bed while he gives it to you, and at the moment, you know you can’t resist uttering the words. “Say it back, please,” he whimpers out, his strokes becoming inconsistent the closer he gets. “Please,” he begs in a desperate voice, needing you to say the words back to him to confirm you feel the same way as he does.

“Love you too, hee so much.” You cup his cheek, his brows furrowed, and his eyes fill with tears as he buries his face in your neck, whimpering nonstop about how much you mean to him and how much he loves you. “I love you, I love you so much,” you confess in your moment of weakness, and you let go cumming around his cock your walls desperately clenching on him, begging to be filled up.

“I love you,” he confesses one last time before he cums. He squeezes your hand, groaning as he fills you with all of his love, his hips never wavering as he fucks not one but two loads of warm cum inside you, plugging up your pulsating hole with his thick base to ensure that nothing spills out.

He peppers your neck in kisses, moaning as you dig your nails into his back while the remainder of your high starts to fade away.

Heavy, exhausted breaths fill up the now silent but steamy bedroom, and you both lay there enjoying the last few faint pulses between your bodies before you even think about moving.

He props himself up on his elbow, staring down at your beautiful blissed-out face as he strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You look back and forth between his eyes, guilt slowly but surely filling your system. “Pull out”

“Why?” He whispered, confusion evident on his face. Without answering his question, you place your hands on his chest, gently pushing him back, and he doesn’t want to go against your will, so he very reluctantly pulls out of you, his cum streaming out of your hole like a river.

You quickly cover up with the sheets, hiding from him something you’ve never done after being intimate with him, which makes him even more confused.

Before he could even offer to clean you up, you were basically kicking him out. “Go”

“What do you mean go?” He asked.

“Just go, heeseung. This was a mistake, and we both know it.” his heart shatters at your words because how could this be happening? Just a minute ago, you were giving yourself to him, begging for him to make you his again, and the next, you’re just willing to kick him out and call making love to him a mistake?

“A mistake? So you regret it?” You could hear the hurt in his voice, and it made you feel even more guilty. “I don’t understand, y/n” his voice shakes slightly, and you know this was a bad idea from the fucking start. How could you let yourself get swept up by him again? He was supposed to be your ex, but here you are fucking him like you’re still both together, giving him mixed signals because even though your heart wanted him, your brain was telling you that he was no good for you.

“Heeseung, don’t,” you say, holding back your own tears. “You know this was never gonna work, and you kept coming back until I finally broke down and slept with you, but this does not mean we’re back together. When we broke up, I told you I’d never be getting back together with you.”

He gulps down the lump in his throat, staring at nothing in particular after taking his eyes off you.

He covers himself with his hands, the feeling of nakedness making its presence known. He stands up from the bed, wearing his underwear properly and buttoning up his shirt.

It’s silent except for the sounds of him rummaging through your room to find his pants. He puts them on, zipping them up, and he takes two steps to walk out of the bedroom before standing still. “So you said you love me. Was that a mistake, too?” You nod your head slowly, avoiding all eye contact with him, and he lets out a few chuckles before it turns into full-blown laughter.

You looked up at him, confused as to what he thought was so funny about this heartbreaking situation.

“I get it now.” his laugh settles, and he can’t believe he was stupid enough to even think this would work.

“Get what?” You questioned.

“I know what it is.” You look at him, puzzled, and wait for him to continue. “You’re nothing but a fucking slut” he says, and you whip your head in his direction, looking at him with pure shock. “Don’t look so surprised. It’s quite obvious you’re getting it from someone else.” he chuckles pathetically at himself. “You don’t need me no more 'cause you have been running around to all these parties and hooking up with random guys every night, right? You let them fuck you however they want, and you love it too, huh? Getting your slutty hole filled with a new guy every night?”

“Heeseung that’s not true and we both know it” you grit through your teeth trying not to show your emotions you can’t believe that’s really what he thought of you.

“Save it!” He shouts. “Tell me, do they do it better than I do? Is that why you left me in the first place? Cause I wasn’t doing it for you anymore, huh? Was I not big enough for you? what was it?” He interrogates.

“Heeseung, stop!” You shout back on the verge of tears.

“Why y/n? We both know you cheated cause I was never enough for you, but did you really have to do that to me? You know I still love you.” his voice cracks, and it breaks your heart when you hear his soft sniffles. You hated hearing him cry. It was the absolute worst. “Fuck I hate this so much,” he whispers to himself and swipes a hand over his face drying his tears. “But fuck it, I’ll just face it. I’ll never be enough for you. I’m pathetic. I haven’t even been with anyone since we broke up 'cause I’m still caught up on you, but you’re living the life you gave up on me a long time ago.”

You wish he’d stop doing this to himself. This is one of the many reasons why you had to break up with him in the first place. He never saw his worth and never thought you could see it, either. He never saw just how lovable he was and how easy it was to be yourself around him.

You never understood what made him so insecure in your guy's relationships. You never once thought about cheating when you were with him. You’d always go out of your way to make him feel loved, but it was just never enough.

Or maybe it was your fault. Maybe you gave him signs that you’d cheat, maybe you gave him signs that you didn’t love him.

But at this point, everything ruined your friendship, your trust, your relationship, your love.

But you tried cause even though everything was a mess, you still loved him, and though you couldn’t tell him that, you at least wanted to try and make him feel better about himself. “Heeseung, you are enough.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffs.

“Heeseung, I know we’re over, but you deserve love, and I’m sorry I can’t give it to you,” you tell him, all while feeling completely helpless in this situation.

“Is that what you tell every guy you let inside you?” The room falls silent yet again, and you feel so weak and broken that you can’t even say anything back. If that’s what he wanted to believe about you, then fine, everything was over between you and him anyway.

He shook his head at you and walked out, slamming the door behind him, and you finally let the first of many tears fall.

As hurtful as it was, you’re glad that conversation happened, and now you just hope that he’ll leave you alone once and for all.

You just couldn’t handle him anymore because he was toxic.

[hazelfoureyes]

Besties Get Banged (part2)

⟢Angel Dust x PornstarReader - Besties get Banged smut💦

Part 1 ꒰აMaleReader ✧ FemaleReader໒꒱ Part 2 ꒰აMaleReader ✧ FemaleReader໒꒱

Val leaves set and Angel offers the sofa of his dressing room to continue what you started.

「warnings/promises: Angel x FemaleReader , vaginal creampie, quick fuck, kisses, cuddles」

same story as male reader; just different bits and bobbles

minors dni 🧯

Angel’s hand slipped into yours as soon as Val was called off set. You two had been corrected for your behavior by the overlord, but luckily his square headed prince needed him.

“Ya know, I have a private dressin’ room.” Angel’s fingers tugged your hand, “With a sofa.”

The benefit of so many arms was how easily he could close the door, lock it, and pull open both of your robes all while you struggled to shake off your slippers.

His mouth left yours as he gently pushed you back toward the purple chaise lounge near the balcony door, “You whole?” 

A common question amongst Val’s employees, especially those who found comfort in each other after his abusive power trips. Not are you hurt, that implies just physical harm. Not are you okay, you can be okay and not be okay. You understood very well what he was asking, are you mentally and physically comfortable to continue?

You nodded, “Yeah, you?”

“He doesn’t get to me as badly anymore,” two hands on your face, two on your hips. Ah, you wish you could touch him more, with as many hands as he had soft places to caress. Angel lowered you, lithe body coming to rest on yours as his hips began moving against your naked core. Soft cock slowly growing against your skin, lube and slick being rubbed into your folds by his ministrations.

As soon as he was hard enough to enter you, he did. The sigh he made, the weakness that came over his face as he sunk into your tight but welcoming cunt made you shudder. A streak of electricity traveling from your spine down and forward to your clit.

Angel wasted no time in finishing the fucking he had been dreaming of just an hour earlier. His arms came down, fingers exploring your valleys and your peaks. Hungry for your affection, for the tenderness he so desperately needed, his mouth crashed into your cheek. Sloppy, happily unprofessional, he kissed and licked his way to your mouth, already open and waiting to receive him. 

He tasted like candy on your tongue, sweet and melting. Every gasp and moan he gave you he then greedily swallowed. 

“Shit, close,” he whined, “Already”. He found your hands with his, pulling them and you up as he leaned back. Two hands cupped your ass and lifted you onto his now seated lap. Your legs came around his waist, your measly two arms wrapped around his neck as you held tightly. Small but strong, he pistoned himself up into your heat while those hands did the work of you riding his swelling cock. 

He pulled you in for another kiss, lips pressing into yours with no rhythm or goal as he tried to bring you over the climax together. While he spent most of his time with dicks, literally and figuratively, he understood the focused wind up a female orgasm could need.

Your hand came between your bodies, trying to meet him at the edge. Eyes shut, you focused on the place where he was in you, the heat and the stiffness of his arousal for you. As he whispered, “so close” and whined, “baby” into your ear with gasped breaths, you thought about your pussy wringing Angel Dust dry and quickly reached your orgasm. 

“Me too,” was all you could manage as your teeth clenched and head came down onto his shoulder.

Angel continued to move you on and off his dick as he rode out his climax. Your walls contracting around him, milking him like your body had been designed to do it. A feeling he wasn’t wholly used to, definitely not for free and off camera, he pulled you down and held you there to linger in the sensation.

“Too deep,” you wiggled, slightly painful pressure as his still engorged head was now threatening to slip past your cervix. 

“Sorry” he smiled, “not used to, ya know, some of this stuff.”

Valid. There was a lot more stuff than he was used to thinking about. Especially at work.

He eased up his grip, letting you lift enough to relax. 

Slippery and hot, you stayed stuck together for an unknown amount of time. His mouth kept finding its way back to you, lazy but content kisses peppered across pink cheeks and flush lips. 

Rarely he could be held so gently while sober, so he took his time in enjoying your tenderness. Four arms wrapped around you and pulled your head into that fluff on his chest, “Val’s not gonna let us work together again.” He said it matter of factly.

You sucked in through your teeth, “Yeeeeeah… I’ll probably get canned.”

Angel pursed his lips, “Well, I know a solution to both problems.” He pulled back, beaming down at you, “A place with free rent where yous can easily see me anytime we want. How do ya feel about group activities?”

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[indigohbu23]

Mattheo Riddle x Reader (first time)

Warnings: Low level smut, First times, Dry humping orgasm, soft!Mattheo, mentions something slightly corruption kinky-sh? (first time writing smut so hit me with it if i have missed anything :) )

You had kissed Mattheo gently, pulling away after just a few seconds, much to Mattheos despair.

He closed his eyes as he felt your lips touch his. The sensation of your lips on his, no matter how gentle, sent a wave of electricity throughout his body. He almost felt a pang of disappointment as you pulled away and ruffled his hair.

He looked at you with a slightly frustrated expression.

”Hey… why’d you stop..? You blushed lightly, looking down at the bed covers.

"I'm nervous Mattheo, I've never done anything like this before" I admitted.

He softened at the sight of your nervous expression. He knew all too well how nerve racking things were right now due to the new and blossoming nature of your relationship. He reached out and placed a hand on your cheek, silently trying to comfort you

“I know… but don’t worry..” He whispered as he tilted your face up to look at him “I’ll take care of you” You leaned forward, kissing him softly again. The passion of the kiss crept up on you. Mattheo felt the passion behind your kiss this time and it took him by slight surprise at first. But he quickly melted into the kiss, pulling you closer against him and his hands travelled down your body. His hands settled on your waist, holding you against him as he deepened the kiss more. Mattheo lips parted in a soft gasp as you bit on his lip, and you immediately took the opportunity to get more access. He groaned softly as he felt your tongue move inside his mouth. His hands roamed up and down your body, occasionally gripping onto your hips as your tongue explored his warm mouth. This was all a totally new feeling to you, you had never known kissing could feel this good. You tested the waters, climbing so you straddled Mattheos lap. He let out a soft moan as you did, instantly feeling himself becoming aroused when you began grinding against him. He moved his head back slightly, giving you more access to his hair, as he held you down onto him with his hands placed on your hips

“Careful sweetheart... you’re gonna drive me mad like this” he whispered breathlessly. Your knees went weak, his voice having such an incredible effect on your body. "Is that such a bad thing?" you said in a breathless tone, using all of the courage you had mustered up. He gripped your hips even harder at the sound of your sultry voice, unable to control himself as a small moan escaped his lips

“Fuck.. no it’s not a bad thing..” He practically growled out, his hands holding your hips impossibly tight as you continued to move against him. ''A-am I doing this right? Like, does it feel okay?" you whimpered out, the friction was almost too much for you.

Mattheo could feel his breathing getting more and more heavy with each kiss, the friction between the two of you driving him insane as he let out breathy noises in between kisses

“You’re.. doing perfect” He reassured you, his voice was low, and raspy, and he gently moved your hips, showing you how to move against him. The pace of the grinding had becoming more sloppy, and the friction was building a familiar feeling in your stomach. "Fuck- ugh, Mat-theo, I think I'm gonn-fuck" you mustered out between breaths, burying your face into his neck.

He could feel your body begin to tense, he could see and hear how close you were, and it was driving him crazy. He held you tightly against his body, groaning softly as you buried your head into his shoulder

“Yeah.. yeah baby, I know.. let go-” He growled out, his hands holding your body close to his. His voice pushed you, you had began to convulse on top of him, a spew of whimpers leaving your mouth as you shuddered. Mattheo held onto you tightly as your body shuddered on top of him, he groaned as he felt it, the feeling of you falling apart on top of him was enough to almost put him over the edge.

“God.. you sound so good, babe” He gritted out, his head buried in your shoulder, his hands holding onto your hips for dear life. Something had crossed your mind, and the words were falling out your mouth in short bursts as you rode out your high. "Matty, are you able to finish like this? Do you need mo-" You were cut off.

Mattheo's breathing was heavy, and he was trying to hold himself back from coming, but as the words came out your mouth, the feeling of your body on top of him already sent him over the edge. His head fell back into the pillow, his whole body was shuddering as he groaned out

“God.. no.. I’m.. I’m okay like this..” *He panted out between breaths, his hand squeezing onto your hip, almost too tight as he orgasmed, the sensations he was feeling right now were heavenly. The innocence in your voice, throwing him off. Your legs gave out as you collapsed onto Mattheo. You could feel his heart beat as you lay on his chest. He lay in your bed, panting heavily, his whole body shaking slightly, trying to catch his breath. He felt you lay down on top of him, your body against his, the whole experience he’d just had with you was beyond anything he’d dream of.

“You.. you did so good, sweetheart..” He whispered, his voice was still breathless and raspy as he held you to him. "Thank you... That was amazing" you breathed out, getting comfy on his chest. "We gotta go shower" I mentioned "Only if you join me, babe"

[kentofic]

a bite-sized nanami x f!reader sickfic as i recover from a cold of my own 💖 suggestive but no smut

You give a hearty sniffle, the covers tucked up to your chin as you huddle under the warm blanket, shivering. You sigh. You hate being sick. You’ve been laid up for the past day with a fever, stuffy nose, and scratchy throat. There’s no end in sight yet—but, to your luck, your sweet husband has stayed home to play nurse for you. And you do love being taken care of by him.

“Kento,” you call out, your voice hoarse, cracking around the edges. You cringe at the sound.

You don’t see how Kento halts in the next room, warmth pooling low in his stomach. You have no idea how deeply, how instantly, it affects him—the sound of your voice, pitched low and throaty like this. He reminds himself for the hundredth time that you need rest, that he has no right to jump your bones when you’re sick and exhausted. No matter how infuriatingly sexy you sound. He clears his throat, trying to gather himself.

“Yes, darling?” you hear from the living room. His tone betrays nothing.

“Can you bring me some water please? I’m all out.”

“Sure, be right there.”

You stare at the ceiling, slightly dizzy, as your husband bustles about in the kitchen. Soon he’s by your bedside with a glass of cool water, a small plate, an apple, and a paring knife.

He guides the glass into your hands, watching approvingly as you take a long sip. Then he picks up the apple and the knife and begins peeling it. You watch him with a smile, your cheeks and lips flushed rosy with fever.

“How did I ever deserve such an attentive husband,” you murmur, your voice like warm gravel. Kento’s hands falter for just a second. He clears his throat and resumes cutting small slices of the fruit. He feels the beginnings of a flush creeping up the back of his neck.

“Hush. You know I love taking care of you.”

Your chuckle is like a soft burble of water, punctuated at the end by a sniff. Kento holds a piece of apple up to your mouth, which you dutifully open for him. He pokes the piece between your lips, his thumb grazing your bottom lip as he withdraws his hand.

“Mm, tastes good,” you hum, low and soft, around the mouthful of fruit. The sound goes straight to Kento’s groin, and he coughs to dislodge the breath that catches in his throat. You peer up at him, concerned.

“You’re not getting sick too, are you?”

“I’m fine,” he assures you, smoothing your hair from your forehead. You catch his wrist and tug, trying to pull him closer, even weak as you are in this state. He leans forward to humor you. You scrutinize him with eyes soft and glassy from fever.

“You’re flushed, Kento. Are you sure you don’t have a fever?” you worry, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. He lets out a soft sigh at the contact, his eyes fluttering for a moment.

“I’m not sick, sweetheart. Just guilty of loving my wife too much,” Kento murmurs. He pulls your hand from his forehead to place a soft kiss to your palm. You shudder at the tender brush of his lips on your skin, made extra sensitive from fatigue and fever.

“Do you love her enough to give her a kiss, even though she’s full of germs?” you wheedle, eyes crinkling at the edges as you smile at him. He chuckles as he laces his fingers with yours.

“I love her enough to give her much more than a kiss,” he smirks. You shiver again, this time not from fever, and you clench your thighs together as Nanami traces the softness of your bottom lip with his thumb. You let out a breathy sigh as he noses into your cheek before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

“But, as enticing as you are, you need your rest, love.”

You pout, letting out a disappointed sound as Kento pulls back. His gaze is soft but firm.

“Don’t whine. Get well first, then I’ll lavish you with all my saved up affection. I promise,” he says, his voice hushed, as he presses a final kiss to the top of your head.

You chew your lip before giving him a reluctant nod. You snuggle back under the covers, your eyes slipping shut. You’re filled with the determination to heal now, if you’re to get what you want out of your husband.

Kento watches you as your breathing evens out, your brow relaxing as a feverish sleep pulls you under once again. He sits there for a while, just admiring you—the way your hair splays out on the pillow, your warm cheek smushed so cutely against it, your lips parted as a soft, sleepy moan escapes you.

Kento stands suddenly. He makes a beeline for the bathroom, his pants tight. He chastises himself as he swallows the urge to rip off your blankets and keep you warm another way.

[hencheri]

Toxic and mean but oh so caring boyfriend renjun who loves to see reader cry (maybe he's abusive) but when one day, reader's asking for a break up, he's the one begging on his knees "no no, baby, why do you wanna leave?" (Forced kissing, dubcon, lowkey mean and cocky renjun with a breeding kink)

- Yaz

18+. mdni.

warnings: dubcon, toxic relationship, manipulation, implied physical abuse.

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when you suggest a break up, eyes avoiding his as your teeth nibble on your bottom lip, renjun's heart drops down.

fuck, that's not what he wanted. that's not how it's supposed to go. a break up, seriously? who would think of such a ridiculous thing? despite your numerous fights, he never thought of that. not once. he wouldn't even consider it.

he sees the hesitance in your gaze, as if scared of the consequences it would have, but still not saying otherwise.

he knows you don't want this either, you can't.

"no, what- are you, are you crazy?" renjun stresses out, pulling his brows together. he grabs your bicep, attempting to bring you back against him, but you let out a hiss of pain.

"ouch! let go!"

he doesn't understand your sudden outburst until he removes his hand from around your arm, looking down to see the deep bruise decorating your skin.

is this why you're leaving? for this little thing? it was nothing.

his expression changes, eyebrows frowned in worry and the corners of his mouth tugged downward. he notices your hand hovering over the door knob and out of desperation, he falls down to his knees.

the look of surprise on your face shows that you weren't expecting him to do this.

"no, no, no, don't-" he takes your wrist in his hand, quickly pulling it away from the knob. he lays your hand in his palm, squeezing it. "baby, listen. you can't do this," he cries, "you can't do this to me."

it's like his entire personality just shifted, going from frustrated to sad in a second, but his true nature is still there. the one where he's manipulative and toxic.

he knows oh so well what are your weak points and where to hit exactly. your sweet heart just can't handle watching him break down in front of you.

"why would you leave me? that- that's nonsense..." renjun tells you, glossy eyes staring up at you. he caresses your hand, gently swiping his thumb over it. "i love you, and you love me," he affirms, "let's... let's figure this out, okay?"

when you don't give an answer, just looking to the side instead, he gets up, slowly bringing your hips flush to his. you finally look into his eyes, unsure of what to do or think.

"what do you think, baby? we shouldn't do anything we might regret... right?"

he approaches his lips to yours, but you back away.

"i don't know, junnie..." you mumble.

"come on," he sighs. "just let me make it up to you. i'll show you how much i love you."

renjun cups your chin, forcefully pressing his lips to yours. you whine, pushing his chest, but he doesn't move or stop. when you shake your head he simply follows it, chasing your lips.

your eyes are scrunched shut, trying to find some satisfaction in this exchange. renjun very much does, feeling the familiar taste of your lipgloss, purposefully smacking his lips with yours to have them coated in spit.

he slightly grinds on you, hand leaving your chin to grab your thighs, making you feel the growing bulge in his pants. you shudder at the sensation, already feeling lightheaded.

you detach your mouth from his, chest heaving up and down rapidly, catching your breath.

"i can tell you don't wanna leave me, baby," renjun groans, looking at you like he knows every little thing about you — and he quite literally does. he could never be wrong. "you just can't live without me... too dumb for that," he coos in your ear.

you're speechless. what can you even say to that? you didn't even believe in yourself when you told him to end the relationship.

you don't complain either when he bullies himself between your walls, leaving kisses all over your neck like he really means it — like he really loves you.

and surely he does in some type of way.

you rapidly get used to him and his size, softly moaning into renjun's ear to his pleasure. hearing you is his favourite thing, it's how he knows you could never get rid of him, you just wouldn't be able to because he's the only one that can make you feel like this.

"hear that, baby?" he says in a low tone, his hot breath fanning across your face, "your pussy loves me. it was made for my cock." renjun's lewd words make you cringe a little, but the squelching noises that your cunt makes each time he thrusts into you are undeniable. you were made for him.

he releases himself into you without asking — but there's no question to ask, you're his and he's yours, he can do whatever he wants and you'll stay no matter what.

[kittenintheden]

music to my ears

just a little rainy day eargasm, as one does.

Rating: E Word Count: >1k Content: 18+, elf ears are erogenous zones, touchless orgasm, ear kissing, ASMR, cream dem jeans

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Rain patters gently on the roof of the tent, the sound a soothing end to an arduous day. Astarion and Tav lounge together purely for the physical affection of it, her arms encircling his shoulders from behind as he sits between her legs, his back pressed up against her.

He still can't quite believe she's agreed to this. No sex? He's never lived in a world like that. But she not only seems willing, she seems eager to discover a dozen new kinds of intimacy.

As if she senses his train of thought, she puts her lips right up to his ear and says, “This okay?”

He hums and arches, feeling a pleasant tingle spread across his scalp and down the back of his neck.

“Is what okay?”

“Are ears okay?” she whispers.

Another wave of tingles passes over him and he grins lazily. “They’re above the waist, aren’t they?” he responds, leaning to the side to give her better access because hells, it really does feel good.

He can feel her mouth move as she hugs him tighter. “Remember you can always ask me to stop if it gets to be too much.”

He chuckles. “What could you possibly do that could be too-”

But then he’s arching again with a gasp as she runs the tip of her tongue up his antihelix all the way to the tip. The wet warmth sends a wash of pleasure straight through him, filling his chest like bath steam and continuing southward to pool behind his navel. His eyes go half-lidded and he swallows.

“Still okay?” she whispers.

Immediately he nods and says, “Yes. I like that. I like that very much.”

“Good.”

He feels her tongue draw over him again, this time behind his ear from base to tip. Then she uses the blunt edges of her teeth to softly scrape back down the outer ridge and he only barely holds back his whine. It’s soothing and erotic in the same moment, contentment and arousal rising in him like the tide.

Inside his trousers, he feels himself growing hard, and it’s not unwelcome. His feet dig into the ground beneath them as he pushes himself back into her, seeking more contact, pressing his back firmly into her chest, and he feels her grin as she places an open kiss to his ear lobe. Brings it into her mouth, gives it a gentle suck.

“Ah,” he breathes, squirming against her as his cock goes fully hard under her attention.

From her position, her own eyes go lustful and glazed as she looks down the length of his body and sees the ridge of him swell and strain against his clothes. Gently, she brings up one hand to play with his hair as she continues to tease his ear with tooth and tongue.

“Pretty,” she whispers in between. “How pretty you are, going weak under me. Who knew your ears were so sensitive.”

He grips her legs tight to either side of him and bites his lip, trying to clear his head enough to respond. “You’re half-elven,” he gasps. “You know exactly… hah… what you’re doing.”

“I do,” she laughs softly. “And you know I know.”

The stimulation continues to coax the flame in his gut, the tension coiling deliciously, making him shudder to the core. She flicks her tongue over his tragus and swirls it into the triangular dip near the pointed tip and he’s panting, panting, nearly writhing against her, using his heels for leverage to push back. His cock twitches, sensitive and untouched, but he feels a crest building nonetheless.

“Would you like to come, dearest?” she whispers right into the center of his mind and he squeezes his eyes shut and whimpers.

He nods, the movement jerky.

“Then come,” she breathes, giving him a hard nip and then a final soothing, firm lick.

His mouth falls open and he all but collapses against her as his hips arch up off the ground and he creams himself, his spend spilling from him in staccato bursts that feel like a brush on the underside of heaven with every pulse. When he’s done, his muscles go slack and he blinks, bleary-eyed, only mildly annoyed somewhere deep in the back of his brain that he needs to get down to the river in short order to wash the trousers he just soiled.

She squeezes him tightly from behind. “Still okay?” she says softly.

“Hnnnnngggggyeah,” he responds.

[amnesique]

Hi! Can you write a possessive Nick Leister imagine?

oh, mami — nicholas leister

the music was roaring in the speakers, people were whistling and cheering, so that the sound of the car wheels accelerating on the asphalt could barely be heard in all this chaos.

this is how one of the illegal car races was described. the car races where all the four gangs of the city used to be present, with the well-known son of a billionaire, nicholas leister, and the dangerous ronnie being the centre of the attention.

nicholas revved the engine, and the members of his gang, the red one, whistled for him once more.

you rolled your eyes, and fed up with the lead the leister young man had on your gang member, the blue ones, you placed your hands on the cheeks of another member of your gang and pulled him into a sensual kiss, just as the red car of that one rival passed by you, causing him to clench his jaw and lose his concentration. nicholas leister would never admit it, but he let you, a member of one of the opposing gangs, get under his skin.

you continued to kiss him and and cling onto his body, under the watchful eye of nicholas, who barely managed to get back on track, only after losing his lead.

his jaw was still clenched and he imagined how many ways he could kill the one you had the courage to kiss and touch him, as he pressed the accelerator without a second thought.

meanwhile, lion, his right hand, started yelling at him, cursing, trying anything, just to get his attention. and all in vain.

after all this time, the blue gang had managed to win a race with the famous leader of the red gang, and that was only because of you.

you pulled back, grinning satisfied with your plan, and walked away from the boy in front of you, walking away, not before giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder and a playful wink.

you took a walk by yourself where you knew you'd find a toilet, and after you got out of it, you were suddenly pulled and pressed against a wall by a much stronger and better-built body than yours, a man's body.

and before you could make any sound or see anything in the darkness that surrounded you, a hand made contact with your lips, blocking your cries from being heard.

the man you were glued to moved his mouth to your ears. "i don't think this was the smartest move on your part, what do you say?" he whispered to you.

at the sound of his voice you shuddered to the core and your toes curled involuntarily, feeling your knees weaker than they were minutes ago.

you knew that voice all too well.

when he realized you had no intention of yelling anymore, the man freed you and he took a few steps back, looking down on you due to the height difference.

"nick," you whispered his name in disbelief.

"in the flesh, love," he said, full of himself, and moved closer to you again, enough to put his hand on your waist and press lightly. "how did you allow that loser to kiss those lips that belong to me?" he asked you, his free hand casually touching your bottom lip.

you quickly turned your head, making him withdraw his hand. "i wear the blues bandana, nicholas. you have no right to mess with me."

he chuckled, amused by your remark, and glared at you. "that hasn't stopped me in the past," he began and moved his head to the area between your neck and collarbone, leaving soft wet kisses at the base of your neck, "and it won't stop me now either."

a faint sound, like a silent plea, left your lips as they felt his other hand on your waist as well.

"it should," you said in a weak voice, weighing the option of pouncing him and walking away from him or the option of begging him to make you feel pleasure again, as only he had managed to do.

he moved away from your neck, only to make a disapproving sound, then to moving from your neck to your lips, like a hungry lion getting its food after a long time.

you kissed him back far too quickly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth, while you would've barely stayed on your feet if his hands on your waist hadn't held you against the wall behind you.

his kisses were maddening, knowing how to soften any girl just the way he wanted to, and you weren't the strongest fighter against those.

he broke away from your lips as quickly as he approached it, making space to give you both time to breathe as he lifted your legs up to wrap them around his body. "did he kissed you as well as i do?” he asked you, his breathing heavy.

you were silent, going crazy with the desire you felt, as your area was throbbing against his because of the position you were in, and you threw your head back, parting your lips.

"tell me," he whispered in a more serious tone, pressing you into that wall, against his hard chest, as you did with that guy. "did that loser manage to get you as wet as i do?"

"no," you murmured, way too fast, before you could stop yourself.

"what you said?" he asked mockingly as he slipped a hand over the space between his body and hers, fumbling with the button of the illegally short jeans you were wearing. "i don't think i heard you," he added, making his way under the fabric of your jeans to cover the area where you needed him the most through the material of your underwear.

you took a deep breath, bitting your bottom lip, and you could swear you could feel how he was getting harder and harder by any action you managed to do. "he couldn't get me as wet as you do," you managed to say, while his hands could feel you even better. in this case, you wouldn't have had a chance to lie to him.

"that's what i wanted to hear,” he said with a smirk on his lips and removed his hand as quickly as he suddenly put you down, you sighing involuntarily at the lack of your body being so close to him. "now," he said as you glared at him as deer in the headlights of his car, "i hope i don't have to make sure no one comes near you with my fists, because, love, you know very well that i'm capable of doing that too."

he walked past you, winking at you, letting you yearn for him, just like you had done before with that guy.

[mallowsweetmiri]

Percabeth post Tartarus

As things settled down and the sun began to set, Percy and Annabeth were escorted into the Argo II. They’d been in Tartarus for three weeks, and they had definitely seen better days.

“Will you please come eat dinner after you get cleaned up? I’ve been so worried about you guys,” Piper frowned, helping the two of them on board. Annabeth nodded before falling into a coughing fit, Percy using all his strength to hold her up. She collapsed on her knees taking Percy down with her. Pipers heart broke, she had never seen them so weak.

“I think I need to get her to bed first. We haven’t slept in weeks.”

Piper wasn’t sure how to accept that information, but looking at the two of them, she knew it had been true. Percy’s voice rang with a rasp she’d never heard before, and Annabeth was coated in red and black dust. Jason appeared on deck and immediately rushed over to the pair.

“Let me help,” he offered, but Percy had already scooped Annabeth up and into his arms.

“We’re okay guys, I promise. I just need to take her to her room. Once we get some sleep we’ll feel better,” Percy began to carry her below deck, whispering into her hair as he slowly made his way down. Piper looked to Jason with worry.

“They’ll be okay, Pipes. They’re strong,” Jason assured her, but Piper had never been more concerned.

Below the deck, Percy placed Annabeth into her bed, taking off her shoes as she shivered. Did she have a fever? He leaned over and brushed some of the blond curls away from her face. He gently kissed her forehead, stroking the back of her neck with his supporting hand. She wasn’t too warm.

“Percy, I’m scared,” she whispered, turning to look up at him. It was something she rarely admitted, but Percy felt the same way. The lingering terror still hiding within their minds, the feeling of something watching them. He kissed her cheek this time.

“We’re safe, ‘beth,” he whispered back. There was no use in them using their speaking voices. For one, their throats were shot, dry and raw from the toxic air of Tartarus. Secondly, they were laying together so closely, there was no need. Percy could feel her shallow breaths on his face. They laid like this for a while, just holding each other. Annabeths fingers ran down his spine, finally reaching that point in the small of his back. Percy shuddered and kissed her in the crook of her neck. Neither of them found sleep as the lights of the room were still on and their bodies seemed to jerk at any small sound. Annabeth felt like she was going insane, like they had gone insane while they were down there. Eventually, Percy propped himself up with his elbow.

“We should really get cleaned up. Maybe get some food too,” Percy offered gently. She nodded in agreement. They both crawled off the bed and plodded off into the bathroom. When they reached the threshold of the door, they stopped. They both seemed to come to the realization that they couldn’t really shower with each other, but neither wanted to be apart. Percy cleared his throat as he stepped aside to let her through the door. They both stood there unsure of what to do.

“Um, what if I shower first, and you just sit out here and give me a towel once I’m done. Then I’ll do the same for you,” Annabeth offered, gesturing to the toilet seat. Percy nodded, he would gladly sit on the toilet if it meant making sure Annabeth was safe. Annabeth turned on the shower before walking to the vanity to take a look at herself. She was covered in some sort of dust, along with hundreds of cuts and scars. She attempted to brush through her hair but it was no use, she let out a huff of frustration. Percy walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing into her neck.

“I’ll help you brush it once we’re done,” he whispered, moving her hair to one side of her shoulder to kiss more deeply into her neck. Annabeth felt her face heat up. It felt like it had been ages since they’d got to be alone like this. She gained control of herself and cleared her throat.

“Turn around,” she said, her voice raspy but still her commanding self. Percy raised an eyebrow. “So I can change, Seaweed Brain.” This made him smirk. Annabeth rolled her eyes and pushed him playfully as he turned to the wall and covered his eyes. She could still see his smile creeping on the edges of his face. She shook her head smiling as she took off the ragged clothes. Percy may have had his eyes closed, but he heard every sound of the fabric moving off her body and hitting the floor. She moved into the shower. Percy sat on the toilet and waited, trying not to think about his naked girlfriend who was about 2 feet away from him behind a plastic curtain.

“Pass me a towel?” Her small voice rang from the shower. Percy obliged. In only a moment, Annabeth was stepping out of the shower, her towel wrapped around her body tightly as her curly hair dripped water onto the floor. She looked up at him, “Your turn.” The two of them switched places in the room.

“You don’t have to turn around if you don’t want to,” Percy winked, stripping off his shirt. Annabeth rolled her eyes and turned around, but only the hide her blush. Percy stepped into the shower as Annabeth secured her towel in place. She attempted to brush through her matted hair, which was going surprisingly well before she heard the shower turn off. She grabbed a towel and stuck it through the curtain. Within a few seconds, Percy stepped out of the shower in all his glory. Despite being starved and terrorized for three weeks, he looked godly. Annabeth rarely saw him with his hair wet, and she mentally groaned at how good he looked. She turned back to the mirror to finish brushing her hair, but Percy grabbed the brush out of her hand.

“Let me,” he rasped, moving behind her. Through the mirror, Annabeth watched his muscles shift in his arms and torso as he finished brushing her hair. She had a permanent blush on her face from the intimacy of it all. When he was done, he wrapped his arms tightly around her and rocked them back and forth as buried his face into her neck. Annabeth sighed and leaned into his body. They were safe.

“Let’s go get dressed,” Annabeth said, grabbing his hand and leading him into the bedroom. Percy thought there were definitely other things he wanted to do, but he listened to his girlfriend. So they took turns sitting on the bed while the other one changed, both of them silent as their heads ran with thoughts. When they were finished, they decided to go get food. Annabeth grabbed onto Percy’s arm as they entered the hall, a habit she had been forming over the past few weeks. They had rarely let go of each other’s hands.

“There you two are,” Piper sighed with relief as they entered the hall. Annabeth sent her a quick smile. She’d missed her too.

“Sorry we took a while, I had about three weeks of grime plastered to my skin,” Percy joked as he and Annabeth sat next to each other. Piper had noticed the two of them both had wet hair, but she didn’t mention it. She figured after spending weeks together in the pits of hell, they could enjoy some privacy on the ship.

“I’m just happy you guys are back with us. Here, have some food and I’ll make some tea. Just relax, you guys are safe,” and for some reason, hearing this from Piper made both Percy and Annabeth feel instantly better. They ate mostly in silence, not wanting to share any details of their experience just yet. It was too gruesome to recount over dinner, and the last thing either of them wanted right now was to relive the weeks of terror and pain. Percy put his hand on Annabeths knee, mindlessly stroking her thigh as he ate his dinner. Their chairs were practically pushed together at the table, as if any space between them was equivalent to a mile. Percy didn’t care if he was being over protective, he would do anything to keep Annabeth safe. He had fallen into hell for her, and he would do it again in a heartbeat. He would brush her tangled hair and take off her muddy shoes everyday for the rest of his life if it meant getting to spend it with her. He smiled at her, she smiled back. They were both truly happy in that moment just to be next to each other, safe. Percy leaned in to kiss her, not caring that all of his friends were watching. Not caring that in just a few days, they’d face yet another war. Percy would kill anyone who tried to hurt his future with Annabeth without hesitation. On that note, the two of them said their goodnights to their friends before heading back to Annabeths bunk. There was an unspoken agreement that they’d be sleeping in the same bed now. As Percy settled himself behind Annabeth for the night, he made a promise to himself. If they could make it through their senior year of high school, he was going to propose to her. With that promise fresh in his mind, he kissed his girlfriend goodnight and closed his eyes only to be met with visions of the Arai. A few minutes later Annabeth jerked awake and accidentally punched Percy in the nose.

They didn’t get much sleep that night.

[beneathstarryskies]

Hi hi hiii you're the absolute best

Can I please request a smutty fic about Suguru feeling insecure and he needs reader to comfort him? Maybe slow sensual sex, lots of tongue kissing and playing with his hair 🫣🫣🫣

Word Count: 1,351

warnings: angst, smut, depression, creampies, oral {fem receiving}, fem!reader, sweet Suguru

He was doing it again. As soon as he’d gotten home from the mission, he had locked himself in the bathroom. You had heard him in there brushing his teeth and gargling mouthwash for what seemed like a borderline hazardous amount of time. Then, you heard the show turn on. It hadn’t turned off for at least an hour, and you know all too well the state he’ll be in when he finally comes out. Suguru’s skin will be all red and irritated from the scrubbing. He’ll have doused himself in so much cologne you’ll be able to smell him before he enters the room. When you get too close, he’ll flinch and carefully watch your face for signs of disgust. 

Anyone else might think he’s hiding some illicit affair, but you know better.

You know how much he fears smelling like curses. Even worse are the times when he hesitates to kiss you because he’s worried you’ll be able to taste the sulfuric rot of the disgusting creatures on his lips and tongue. He worries and worries because he can taste it. At some point he’s lost track of if the taste is real or if he’s subjected himself to consumption so many times the taste is interwoven into the fabric of his essence. The only time he doesn’t taste it is when he instead tastes you. 

You whose lips taste like strawberries and whose body tastes like the most decadent of desserts. The arousing nectar that flows from your hole is like honey crafted from the hands of the gods themselves. You were his delicacy…His salvation. 

He finally emerges from the bathroom. His gray sweatpants hang dangerously low on his hips as he dries his hair with the towel slung around his broad shoulders. You smile at him, whole-heartedly, yet you recieve a weak smile in response. 

“Hi baby,” you greet him as you crawl off the couch and skip over to him. 

“Hey, honey,” he whispers. You stand on your tippy toes to kiss him and he hesitates to bridge the gap. You pout at the rejection.

“Kiss me,” you whine and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Not tonight,” he says quietly and shudders as he remembers the rotten milk taste of the curse he’d devoured before. 

“Babe,” you whine. “I missed you so bad. Please…” 

He gives in when you bounce like a spoiled kid on your tiptoes. He leans down to kiss you softly, and can’t help moaning when you push your tongue against his lips. As he lets your tongue rub against his, he braces for the rejection. His body even tenses in anticipation for the moment when you pull away while trying to mask a look of disgust. 

Instead you lean in closer, the soft swell of your breasts pushing against his chest. He grabs your hips and squeezes gently before pushing them down to your ass. Your tongues rub together in a sensual dance until you have to pull apart to breathe. 

Geto’s heart races when he looks down at your flushed cheeks, and your eyes have that glazed-over look. He smiles before kissing your forehead and rubbing your butt. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “Why…Me?” 

“First of all, have you seen yourself?” you giggle. 

He smiles softly, feeling a little shy at the insinuation of him being beautiful. Yet he can’t help wanting to hear more of your praise. He’s too shy to ask, so he just leans in for another kiss. This time he’s the one to nudge his tongue against yours; coaxing you into a steamy, open-mouthed kiss. Your hands tangle in his hair and you let out the most delicious little moan for him. He swallows it up with an innate eagerness. 

“Suguru, you’re so…Beautiful. I can’t even put it into words.” 

He whines, a low deep noise in the back of his throat. His grip on you tightens as he nuzzles his face against the curve of your neck. He holds you against his body as he presses kisses on your skin. You drag your hands down his chest slowly and then grab his hips. 

He hoists you into his arms and carries you into the bedroom. You giggle as he lays you down on the bed, and he tosses his towel off to the side. You watch his large, muscular form crawl over you. His eyes are heavy with lust. Geto wants to lose himself in you for a while, to take everything you can give him. He slips your clothes off with ease, and you can see the bulge of his erection pressing against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he kisses along your thighs and lowers his head to lick a stripe up your slit. 

“Mm, Suguru,” you moan. 

He groans as he lowers himself fully onto the mattress and spreads you legs even wider. Your hands tangle in his hair as he swirls his tongue over your clit slowly. He moans as the taste of your honey-sweet arousal coats his tongue, momentarily offering reprieve from cursed taste that haunts him. His eyes flutter closed, and he’s almost mindlessly lapping at your cunt. 

“Baby,” you whine and arch your back. He growls softly in response and dives in deeper. He’s nearly cutting off his own airflow as he presses his nose to your clit while pushing his tongue into your wet hole. 

He groans under his breath, words of praise that don’t reach your ears but you understand the meaning all the same. You cry out with pleasure as he licks from hole to clit over and over. Then, he settles on sucking your clit just the way you like. He’s learned after years of practice and near worship just how to please you. He knows when to speed up and when to slow down just from listening to the sound of your moaning. It’s one of the things he prides himself the most on. No matter what else happens he knows he’ll always be the one who can pleasure you like no other can. 

“I’m so close,” you whine softly, and he pulls away with a small smirk. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, praising you for telling him. 

He pushes his sweatpants down past his ass and takes out his cock. He drags the leaking tip up and down you’re soaking wet folds before teasing your entrance. 

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he moans softly. Then, he slowly thrusts into you. 

“Oh god,” you whine. 

You wrap your legs around his waist and your hands are still tangled in his long hair, tugging in response to his big cock rubbing against your inner walls. 

He has you right where he wants you, so sensitive and needy from the climax that he deprived you of. He watches the way your face contorts with unbridled pleasure as he fucks you sensually. 

“You feel so good on my cock,” he grunts as he picks up the pace, making sure to angle his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust. 

He leans down to kiss you. Once more it’s all open mouthed and heated as your tongues rub together. Everything feels so good, so sensual. Geto is eager to let this last as long as he can, to escape the demons in his head. 

“Baby,” you moan as your head falls back against the pillows. You caress his cheek then his neck and shoulders. “I…I think I’m gonna cum.” 

“You think?” he chuckles. His hand goes between your slick bodies to rub your swollen clit. You cry out in pleasure as waves of heat crash over your body. 

“Oh fuck!” you cry out as the pleasure hits the highest wave. 

“Mm, that’s it,” he growls as he helps you ride it out. “Fuck, that’s perfect.” 

With a few more hard thrusts he’s crying out as spurts of cum paint your walls white. He’s panting for air as he snuggles against your chest. 

“Suguru, I love you so much,” you whisper. 

“I love you too, angel,” he says before kissing along your jawline. 

[storiesfromafan]

I Want You - Benny x Reader

A/N: raise your hand if you want some steamy time with Benny. And raise your other hand if you'd like me to do a Part Two were you get smuty with Benny 😂

Honestly, no idea were this came from. But I'm here for it. I'm trying to write more steam and smut haha. As theres so many of you out there that write such amazing works, and I feel inspired 🤩 but also scared to write/post it. But here I am, sharing it with you all...

Summary: Vandal bonfire and house party. You and Benny had been eye f**king each other most of the night. So now Benny has you in a room to himself...

Warning: hot and heavy. Mentions of some words that would make this 18+? Possible grammer/spelling mistakes 😅

Edit: to add link for poll..

The way Benny stared at you, leaning against the closed and locked door, it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. All night those stormy blues of his had been watching you, while his mind thought of wicked things he could do to you. And now you were here. Alone with him, door locked and no way to escape.

The way he licked his lips, your gaze watching the pink appendage sliding over and moistening those biteable lips. His hand then came up, pads on his fingers and thumb running around his mouth. Leaving you imagining which was rougher, the stubble or his fingers. You silently hoped to find out soon. Before you died from waiting. This was torture, the distance between you both was something you needed eradicated, and now.

As if reading your mind, Benny slowly began to cross the room. His movement was cautious, as if any fast movement would spook you. There was a confidence to it too, knowing that you were waiting for him. When he came to stand before you, Benny brought a hand up and loosely grasped your chin. Tilting it up he was making sure your focus was on him. His other hand moving to your waist, sliding under the sweater to graze your warm skin. You shivered at those rough pads upon you.

Benny’s eyes shifted to your lips before back to yours. And without a protest from you, he leant down, ghosting his lips over yours. You could feel his breath fan over them, making you shudder. Smirking Benny enjoyed your reaction, before finally crashing his lips to yours. It was a hard, closed lipped kiss. The hold on your chin loosening, and that hand moving to rest around your neck. You moaned at the new area he was touching.

The hand on your waist tightened, while Benny took his chance and pushed his tongue into your mouth. Seeking out your own, and in a rush, caressing it in a fever. You moved your tongue as best you could with his, trying to keep up with the urgency. Your hands grabbed at Benny’s denim vest, needing something to hold on to, to ground you as you felt your knees growing weak. The way Benny was kissing you, no man had kissed you like this. The urgency, the yarning, the need. Like you were his only life line.

Soon air was needed. Benny was the one to pull back, but rested his forehead against your own. His hazy eyes looking into your own. The hand on your neck still there, thumb caressing the skin in little circles. He then moved that hand down your clothed body, between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach before stopping at the top of your jeans.

This was the moment. The moment Benny was giving you to back out, to end this and walk away. But from the needy look in your eyes and the grip on his vest, yet when you moved one hand to the back of his neck and pulled him in for another long, hard kiss. That was all the consent he needed. From here out there was no going back. You were his. And he would make sure everyone knew it. For you’d be screaming his name for all to hear.

While you were both locked in another searing kiss. Benny moved his other hand to join the one at the top of your jeans. He worked them together to lower the zipper and undo the button. Then pushed the denim down and over your hips, and a bit down your thighs before they fell the rest of the way on their own. You moved your feet from the pooled denim, and pushing it away with a foot. Once again Benny’s hands, now both, moved to your waist. He drew you closer, before running his rough hands over your hips, and then to the back of your thighs. He then lifted you, to your surprise, like you weighed nothing.

Your arms instantly moved to wrap around Benny’s neck, fear that you’d fall if you didn’t. He chuckled at your reaction, which had caused the kiss to end between you. “I got ya" he said in that deep, sultry voice. It was low for just the two of you to hear. As if there might be someone listening in on the both of you.

This new position brought you both closer, that there was no space between your bodies. You could feel him, and he could definitely feel you. He only cursed he hadn’t removed your sweater first, so he might also see more of you. But in time he would, is what Benny told himself as he moved toward the double bed behind you. Upon reaching the edge, Benny moved to rest a knee on the bed. He leant down, placing you on it, so you were trapped between it and him.

Tearing his gaze from you, Benny moved to place soft kisses along the column of your neck. As well as little nips here and there. Your breath hitched with the first nip, a hand moving to grip the back of Benny’s neck, drawing his face closer to your skin. The way those soft kisses and nips turned sloppy and rough over time just added to what the man above you was doing to you, driving you crazy. You moved your hands to push the vest off Benny, and he moved an arm one at a time before finally dropping to the floor, and he went back to supporting himself above you.

You wanted – need more for his clothing to go. Grasping at the bottom of his white t-shirt, you tugged it up. He got the hint, and reluctantly pulled back from you. You laid there, watching at Benny removed his top, letting it drop and lay with his denim vest. While he stood there, you took the opportunity to admire Benny’s chest. How there was little hair across his chest, soft lines of his abs and the snail trail dipping into his jeans. Fuck, you needed Benny so badly.

Just like you, Benny had been admiring you before him. Really wishing he’d taken off your sweater already. But it had risen up, showing him the flesh of your stomach and belly button. He was happy to see your underwear, loving the small bits of lace on them. And he could just see the spot from your arousal. Oh how he couldn’t wait to feel it with his fingers, with his cock. Running his hands from behind your knees, up the side of your thighs, Benny leant down again. This time allowing his clothed lower half to get closer, to touch you, and with that letting you feel the effect you were having on him.

You gasped, feeling Benny press his arousal against your sex. Slowly he rubbed against you, while one of his hands ghosted up and over your stomach, under your sweater and to cup your covered breast. You moaned. And Benny savoured the sound, loving he could get such music from you. But he wanted more, he wanted more moans and groans, and loud. As well as his name to leave those lips of yours.

He was about to lean in and capture your lips once more, want to drink in the sounds you were making. But the sudden jostling of the door handle made you both jump. It was loud and consistent. Soon followed by drunken voices calling out, saying something along the lines of who’s in there or open up.

Groaning in annoyance, Benny moved till he was once more upright. Body not touching you, leaving you missing the contact. “The rooms occupied. So fuck off!” He called in agitation. And leaving you a little embarrassed.

[saetoshis]

thinkin….thinkin about tengen again

i have a MAJOR size kink and i’m 5’3…..i would literally be right under tengens tits LMFAO

just thinkin about missionary with tengen and he’s so pussy drunk that he wraps his beeg arms around you and presses you as close to him as possible as he thrusts his cock as deep as he can 🫣 gruntin and moaning right by your ear

the GRIP this man has on me I CAN’TTTTTT

MM M MM SIZE KINK + TENGEN IS MY WEAKNESS 😵‍💫

cw : fem reader, size kink, pet names [pretty girl, baby], some dumbification, praise, MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

tengen’s got you caged in between his forearms, heavy ruts of his hip practically rocking your body into the mattress as he lets out grunts and rasped breaths into your neck.

“fuck, ah- my favorite way to come home,” tengen sneers out the words between messy kisses on your skin as you’re clutching your hands on his back for any kind of stability. no matter how many times he’s slipped himself inside of you, it never gets old just how deep it goes. “feels too good- fuckin’ my pretty girl just like this…”

“y-yeah, love it too tennie,” you manage to hiccup the words out between gasped whimpers, the weight of his brawny frame pressed up against yours making his cock drive even deeper. “s- oh, so deep…”

“oh, yeah? feel me deep in there, baby?” he smirks brashly and you think he couldn’t possibly fuck you any harder than he is right now - but tengen is nothing if not full of surprises. “gonna make it feel even better, all for you…”

one quick shift and he’s sitting upright, hips pressed taut against yours as he pushes your knees up to your chest. the shudder you let out is half surprised, half pleasured as he grips your thighs and ruts into you deep enough for you to feel pressure in your stomach.

“hah- tennie, f- oh, god,” you’re murmuring out babbled words and incoherent curses, gripping the sheets beneath you as if they could somehow keep you stable. your hazy vision sees that familiar flash of a smirk, deep grunts and groans occasionally slipping out with each rocking thrust. “h-huge…”

“huge, huh? too much for you? you’re a big girl, c’mon… you can take it all,” tengen jeers out as his brawny hands smooth over your thighs and squeeze in a few places in time with his thrusts. “we’re just gettin’ started. don’t get all dumb on me now…”

2023 SAETOSHIS. DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 1: Thigh Riding

Fandom: Ghost Of Tsushima

Character: Jin Sakai

Warnings:Dry humping, cumming through clothes, praises.

A moment to relax, that's what Jin told himself at first.

He deserved it.

You deserved it.

And while he may have been too tired to make love to you he was not about to turn you down. So of course he would help you get off. Giving you a tired smile, he let one hand brush your hair out of your face as the other grasped your hip as he guided you across his knee. Your face pressed into his neck as you continued to grind against his knee doing your best to stifle your moans.

A shudder rushing down your spine, the occasional bounce of his knee sending a rush through you as Jin tightened his hold on you. Warmth creeping up your neck as you continued to hump your lovers knee.

You could feel your panties growing damp, his knee pressing into your clit as your nails dug into his shoulders.

"Are you close love....I do apologize that I cannot fully satisfy you fully...for now this will have to do." Jin whispered into your neck. "It is alright to let go."

Eyes glazed over, you let out a weak laugh feeling his fingers slip past the fabric of your hitoe brushing your bare skin as your breaths came out in short pants.

You looked so beautiful, the warmth of your skin, the way you parted your lips.

Fingers moving past your shirt, he then let his thumb slip past your underwear as his thumb pressed against your clit. Your hips staling as Jin tightened his grip on your hip as he continued to guided you against his knee. Still rubbing your clit, your body stiffened as your body tensed. His name leaving your lips, chest heaving as you felt yourself come undone, coming against his knee.

Pulling you in for a deep kiss, Jin groaned deeply as his tongue glided across yours. Your hips still rutting against his knee, small tremors leaving your body as you did your best to recover from your orgasm.

"Feeling better?" Jin asked brushing your hair out of your face.

Letting out a weak laugh, you nuzzled your cheek against his. "Much better."