#i love how fucking tight they squeeze my fingers

[authorhjk1]

Lewd thoughts on aespa getting caught by their partner playing by themselves instead of waiting for them 👁️

Karina

Karina's eyes are wide open when she sees you standing in the door. The pillow she has been grinding on shows off a visible wet spot, suggesting that she isn't wearing panties under her skirt.

"This-This isn't what it looks like."

She feels shame colouring her cheeks as you look at her exposed tits, her top bunched up above them.

"I was only gone for 10 minutes and you couldn't help yourself?"

"S-Sorry, I've just been so...so needy lately."

Karina bites her lip as she glances at your crotch.

"That explains why you were grinding on me last night when I woke up."

Once more, Karina sinks her head in shame. But when she looks up at you, she catches your teasing smirk, which makes her regain her confidence.

"This pillow isn't really doing it for me."

She gets on all fours and crawls to the edge of the bed.

"Maybe I can ride something else?"

Giselle

You wanted to surprise your girlfriend for Valentine's day with a bouquet of roses, chocolate and some jewelry. But you couldn't help yourself, you wanted to give her a jump scare when she'd come back home. That's why you hid inside her closet. And when she did come home, you were about to jump out. But before you could, you saw Giselle opening a drawer of her nightstand. She asked you to not look inside of it and you respected her wish, that's why you're now so curious to see what's in it.

To your surprise, Giselle takes out what seems to be a dildo. You didn't expect that. You watch how she lies down on her stomach on top of her mattress. She placed the dildo in front of her. You expected her to pleasure herself with it, but Giselle is starting to suck the dildo off. You know that she loves giving head, but you didn't expect her being this into it. Your cock is completely hard by now as you hear Giselle slightly choking as she tries to fit most of the dildo inside her mouth.

Giselle yelps in surprise when you finally open the door. She's stunned, embarrassed, speechless. You see her glancing at your face, your crotch, the gifts in your hand and back to your face.

"I-"

Instead of giving her time to explain, you put the gifts to the side and undo your pants. Giselle's confusion quickly turns into lust as you pull off your boxers as well. You expect her to just wait for you to come closer, but instead, Giselle moves to the edge of the bed and turns around. She's now lying on her back and as she lets her head hang off the edge, you know what she has in mind.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby."

Winter

"Alright, thank you"

You hang up and walk back to the bedroom. You were about to go down on a half naked Winter when you got a phone call. At first you considered letting it go to voicemail, but you knew it was important.

As you now step into the room, you're surprised by what you see. Your relationship with Winter is still quite fresh and the two of you haven't had that much sex yet. And the sex you had was always on the softer side.

But now Winter is lying on your bed, her tight body on full display. The fingers of her right hand are knuckles deep inside her pussy, while her left hand is squeezing her small tits.

"Ruin me, daddy. Make me a slut."

She moans and you can hear how wet her pussy is.

You haven't seen this side of Winter before. And she never called you daddy either. Her eyes are closed though, so you doubt she knows you're watching her.

"I'm such a bad girl. I'm addicted to your cock like a whore, daddy."

Her words are dripping with lust and you hold your breath, not wanting her to stop.

"Everytime you fuck me you're rearranging my insides. My body is too small for your cock, but it just feels so good when you break me, daddy!"

Winter's voice is getting louder and you can see her arching her back off the mattress.

You silently walk towards her, unable to hold back any longer. When you reach the bed, you must have made a sound, because Winter's eyes suddenly shoot open. Surprise, shame, embarrassment, her face displays all kinds of emotions as she looks up at you.

You lean over her, placing your left hand over hers, which makes her fingers slip in deeper into her pussy. Your other hand supports your weight as you place it right next to her head.

"What a bad girl you are. Touching yourself while I'm on the phone."

Her embarrassment is now fully replaced by a look of shock. Winter's mouth is slightly open and she's just waiting for your next move.

"Is this how bad you need my cock? Daddy is going to fuck and punish you like the slut you are."

Winter whimpers, her eyes wide open, but she can't say anything as her juices start to stain the sheets underneath her.

Ningning

"You couldn't wait 5 minutes, could you?"

Ningning shakes her head. She is biting her lip, one strap of her dress is already half way off her shoulder, her heels only dangling on her toes. She's lying in bed, her delicate hand playing with her clit.

The two of you haven't been on a date in ages and so it seems like your wife really enjoyed the night. After you just made sure your children are sleeping, you join her on the bed.

"The next time you tease me like that, I won't wait until we're home."

You whisper into her neck as your hands glide along every curve of her body. Throughout the whole dinner Ningning used one of her naked feet to touch your legs and at one point flat out rubbed your cock through your pants under the table.

"Is that a promise?"

Her breath hitches when your lips move from her neck down to her collarbone.

[aeraminth]

nsfw— zayne who can’t help but praise you the first time you two are intimate. his hands trace the curve of your breasts and his broken sigh gives him away, his gaze never leaving as he cups your tits and you squirm in his lap. “such a pretty girl,” he coos, and his fingers trail down to where you need him most. “so perfect for me,” and he’s sliding two fingers in, committing your scrunched up expression and breathy whine to memory. and when he curls his fingers and rubs your clit, he tells you “look at you, taking my fingers so well—hm? does it feel good, love? should i keep going?” you enthusiastically respond, begging for the feeling of his cock deep inside, and he unravels at the seams. “so needy, hm?” he would tease, even though he rushes to line himself up with your glistening folds, a ragged breath escaping him as he runs the head of his length in your arousal. “so, so wet, and just for me…” he’s so lost in the way you feel that it takes you grabbing his wrist and pleading with him for zayne to realize how long he’s kept you waiting. your eyes, with tears pricking at the corner from desperation staring back at him as you try to move your hips, whines and whimpers falling from your lips with reckless abandon. “don’t worry, baby, i got you,” he murmurs, sliding into your tight heat, his eyes knitting shut from the pure pleasure of your warm walls clamping down, sucking him in and never letting go—he could die happy, enveloped by your heat and blessed by the sounds of a long, drawn out moan from your lips. and you’re not faring much better, with every bit of imagery being put to shame with how good the stretch is, how his cock pulses with need in your pussy and how hard he grips your waist to stop himself from losing control. “m-move-hhngh-zayne..” you mumble, delirious from the feeling, and he snaps, pulling out only to fill you up to the brim. he chases his high, driven by lust as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “d-dirty girl—fuck! taking me so well, hmm? ahh- shit— you feel so good around me—mm—squeezing me..” and all you can do is clench around his cock, his words making your mind go blank. zayne plunges deeper and deeper, hitting the spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars, babbling how you need him to come inside of you. “please, please zayne, i’m so close—!” and he reaches down, rubbing quick circles into your bundle of nerves in a chase to see you come undone. your hips jerk with the added stimulation to your clit, squirming even more as he pins you down and fucks you even faster, only stilling when he feels you squeeze around him impossibly tighter. your release washes over you, leaving your skin warm and your mind hazy. zayne’s no better, emptying himself and coating your walls white when you tell him to come inside, and his shallow thrusts make you shove at his chest, feeling overstimulated. he can’t help it though, the sound and sight of where you connect puts him in a frenzy, where he can’t find himself to stop even when it becomes to much. “z-zayne—‘ts too much!” but he needs to see you cream his cock one more time, and he’s not stopping until you’re both spent.

“the first time i’ve ever seen you like this,” he comments, his voice barely over a whisper. his finger swipes up and down your damp folds, playing with the cum that oozes on to his finger, “but not the last. never.”

[olderwomenenthusiast]

Breaking Boundaries ✭ aaron hotchner

PAIRING: dbf!aaron hotchner x younger!fem!reader

SUMMARY: the crush on aaron hotchner, your dad's best friend as come to a head - from secret pining to finally having your way with him when aaron finally admits he needs you has you screaming his name in pleasure

CAUTION: implied age gap, rough sex, degradation, aftercare, overstimulation, swearing, pinching, biting, slapping, choking, hickies - basically 18+

WORD COUNT: 4.1K

AUTHOR'S NOTE: ugh, too obsessed with this man - left it open ended, so let me know if you want this to be a series or not? STORY BELOW THE CUT

MASTERLIST (not updated)

You knew this was wrong. But the second Aaron’s hands gripped your hips and dragged you down onto his cock, stretching you wide, filling you deeper than anyone ever had - you didn’t care.

Your dad’s best friend. The man who had been in your life since you were young. And now, he was beneath you, his broad chest rising and falling as you rode him, his thick, veiny cock splitting you open.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, his fingers digging into your soft skin as you rocked your hips, taking him deeper, harder. “So fucking tight.”

Aaron’s cock was thick, long, every inch of it dragging against your walls with each slow, deliberate thrust. You swore you could feel him in your stomach, stretching you in ways that had you gasping, clinging to his strong shoulders.

“You love this, don’t you?” he rasped, voice dark, possessive. His fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that had your legs trembling. “Love how I fill you up? How you take my cock like you were made for it?”

You whimpered, nodding, gripping his shoulders as you bounced on him, your slick coating his length, making each thrust easier, filthier.

His hands slid up your body, cupping your breasts, thumbs flicking over your hardened nipples. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered, mouth latching onto your throat, sucking, marking you. “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to fuck you like this.”

You clenched around him at his words, making him groan, his control slipping. His grip tightened, his thrusts turning rougher, deeper. You could feel yourself getting close, your body tightening, pleasure coiling low in your stomach.

“That’s it,” he murmured, watching your face, drinking in every little reaction. “Cum for me.”

And you did. Your body tensed, back arching as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your cunt squeezing around him, pulling him deeper. You moaned his name, trembling in his hold as your orgasm ripped through you.

Aaron groaned, his grip turning bruising as he snapped his hips up into you, chasing his own release. “Fuck — gonna fill you up,” he growled, his jaw tight as he buried himself to the hilt.

You gasped, feeling the first hot spurts of his cum spill deep inside you, his cock throbbing, his body shuddering beneath you. He didn’t pull out, didn’t even try — just kept you there, kept himself buried inside you, like he belonged there.

“Not letting you go,” he muttered, his hands gripping your ass, holding you down on him. “Gonna keep you full of me.”

Your breath hitched, your body still sensitive, overstimulated. You could feel his cum pooling inside you, hot and thick, but he didn’t move, didn’t let you pull away.

Aaron finally pulled out of you, his thick cock slipping free with a lewd, wet sound. You gasped at the sudden emptiness, your walls still fluttering from the aftershocks of your orgasm. But before you could catch your breath, he was already moving, his strong hands gripping your waist and lifting you off him with ease.

“Knees. Now.” His voice was rough, commanding.

You obeyed, your legs trembling as you sank onto the floor between his spread thighs. The sticky warmth of his cum dripped down your thighs, a filthy reminder of just how deep he’d been inside you. You barely had time to register the mess before his hands were guiding yours.

“Press those pretty tits together for me,” Aaron murmured, his thumbs grazing over your sensitive nipples before he leaned back against the couch, his cock still hard and glistening with your slick. “Gonna fuck ‘em. Gonna ruin you some more.”

Your breath hitched, arousal sparking again despite the ache between your legs. You did as he said, squeezing your breasts together, creating a tight, warm channel just for him. He groaned, fisting the base of his cock before sliding it between the plush softness of your tits.

“Fuck, just like that,” he hissed, thrusting slow at first, his cock gliding smoothly between your mounds, the swollen head nudging up toward your chin with each roll of his hips. “Goddamn, sweetheart, you’re a fucking dream.”

You whimpered, tongue flicking out on instinct, just barely grazing his leaking tip. Aaron grunted, his jaw tightening.

“Yeah? You want a taste?” He gripped the back of your head, keeping you still as he fucked your tits harder, his cock dragging between them, slick and hot. “Look at you. Kneeling here, covered in my cum, tits wrapped around my cock like a perfect little whore. What would your daddy say if he saw you like this?”

Your eyes widened, heat rushing through you at his filthy words. You should be ashamed. Should be horrified. But all you could do was moan, your thighs pressing together as another wave of arousal flooded through you.

Aaron chuckled darkly. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? Bet you’d let me do this with him in the next room — bet you’d let me fuck your tight little pussy while he sits there, clueless.”

You whimpered, your tongue flicking over his tip again as he thrust faster, rougher. His breathing turned ragged, his abs tightening, and you knew he was close.

“Fuck, gonna make a mess of you,” he growled. “Gonna cover you in my cum — mark you up like the filthy little thing you are.”

At the last second, he pulled back, fisting his cock in one hand, stroking himself fast and hard. His breath hitched, and then he groaned deep in his chest as thick, hot ropes of cum spurted onto your tits, streaking across your skin, dripping down to your stomach.

You gasped, swallowing hard, the warmth of it making you shiver. Aaron groaned, rubbing the last drops over your already messy chest, admiring the sight of you covered in him.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he murmured, gripping your chin and tilting your face up. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, pressing down until you parted your lips for him. “Mine now. Every fucking inch of you.”

Aaron's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you — kneeling before him, tits glistening with his cum, your lips parted, your breath shaky. His grip on your chin tightened just enough to make you whimper, his thumb pressing against your tongue before dragging down, smearing some of his release across your bottom lip.

"Up," he ordered, his voice thick with dominance, rough from pleasure. "Not done with you yet."

Your legs trembled as you tried to stand, but Aaron was already there, strong hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you up with ease. Your body felt weak, sensitive, overstimulated — but the way he handled you, like you were weightless, like you were his to use, had you clenching around nothing, desperate for more.

He spun you around, pressing your back to the wall. The cool surface sent a shiver down your spine, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. His hands roamed your skin — squeezing your waist, dragging down to your hips before gripping the backs of your thighs.

"Jump," he murmured against your ear, his breath hot, sending tingles through your body.

You obeyed without thinking, gasping as he hoisted you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. His cock — still hard and still slick, rubbed against your drenched folds, teasing, taunting.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he groaned, grinding against you, feeling just how wet, how ready you still were. "Still dripping for me. You're insatiable, aren't you?"

You whimpered, burying your face in the crook of his neck, nails digging into his broad shoulders. "Please," you whispered, voice needy, desperate.

Aaron smirked, one hand adjusting his cock, guiding the thick head to your entrance. "You want it? Want me to fill you up again?"

"Yesfuckyes," you gasped, rocking your hips, trying to take him in.

He didn't make you wait. In one smooth, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you open once more, filling you to the hilt. Your head fell back against the wall, a broken moan slipping from your lips as he bottomed out, his cock so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

"Goddamn," Aaron gritted out, his fingers digging into your thighs as he held you up, keeping you pinned against the wall. "This pussy was made for me."

He started moving — slow at first, letting you feel every thick inch dragging against your walls, his cock pulsing inside you. Then his pace shifted, turning rough, relentless. Each thrust sent you higher, the force of it making the wall tremble behind you.

"Look at you," he growled, voice laced with possession, with something dark and filthy. "Fucking yourself on my cock, letting me use you like this."

You moaned, arousal making your head spin.

Aaron smirked, his lips brushing against your ear. "Bet he'd lose his fucking mind if he walked in right now — saw you dripping down my cock, saw the mess I made of you."

You clenched around him, a whimper escaping as pleasure coiled tighter inside you.

"Fuck, you like that, don't you?" he rasped, his thrusts turning brutal, unforgiving. "Getting ruined like a filthy little slut with your daddy's best friend. Say it."

Your breath hitched, your nails digging deeper into his back. "I..."

"Say it," he demanded, snapping his hips forward, his cock slamming into that perfect, devastating spot inside you.

"I'mfuck - I'm your filthy little slut," you gasped, your body arching, pleasure consuming you.

Aaron groaned, his grip tightening, his movements growing erratic. "Damn right you are."

His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing quick, ruthless circles. The pressure was overwhelming, pleasure building too fast and way too intense.

"Cum for me," he ordered, his voice pure sin. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock, sweetheart."

And you did. Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your body shuddering in his grip as you came, walls clenching tight around his cock, milking him for everything he had.

Aaron groaned, burying his face in your neck, thrusting a few more times before he stilled, his body tensing. "Fuck..." he snarled, his jaw tight as his cock throbbed, spilling deep inside you, flooding you with his hot release.

He held you there, both of you panting, bodies trembling. You could feel his cum dripping out of you, mixing with your own slick, making a mess between your thighs again.

Aaron finally pulled back, his dark eyes meeting yours. A slow, satisfied smirk curled his lips. "You're fucking mine," he murmured, pressing a possessive kiss to your lips. "And I'm never letting you go."

The moment you caught your breath, Aaron was already moving again — no hesitation, no mercy. His grip was firm as he pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, his cum already leaking from your still-pulsing pussy. But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

“On your back,” he ordered, his voice dark, dripping with authority.

Your legs felt weak, your body spent, but you obeyed, lowering yourself onto the plush rug beneath you. Before you could process what was happening, Aaron was grabbing your legs, pushing them up, folding you nearly in half.

“This is how I want you,” he murmured, positioning himself between your spread thighs. His strong hands gripped the backs of your knees, pushing them even further, making sure your ass was lifted off the ground, leaving you completely vulnerable, exposed. His cock twitched at the sight—your soaked, used pussy gaping for him, his cum already dripping down between your cheeks.

“You ever been fucked like this before?” he asked, rubbing the thick head of his cock through your folds, teasing you, making you whimper.

You shook your head, breathless. “N-no.”

A dangerous smirk tugged at his lips. “Good. Then you’ll never forget who made you take it.”

And then he was inside you.

You gasped as he drove his cock deep, the angle making everything so much tighter, so much more intense. It was deeper than before —so deep it had you seeing stars, your breath catching as he bottomed out, grinding his hips down to make sure you felt every inch of him.

“Fucking hell,” Aaron growled, his fingers tightening around your thighs, keeping you in place as he started to move. The first thrust was slow, teasing — but then he snapped his hips forward, slamming into you so hard that a choked moan tore from your lips.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted, watching your face, soaking in every desperate sound you made. “Taking me so fucking well.”

His thrusts turned brutal, relentless. The position had you completely at his mercy — your legs pinned, your body trembling as he fucked into you with deep, punishing strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of your slick cunt taking him filled the room, mixing with your moans, his grunts along with the slap of skin on skin.

“Look at you,” Aaron groaned, eyes dark with lust. “Folded up like a little fucktoy. Taking my cock like you were fucking made for it.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed, completely consumed by him. Your hands clawed at the rug, desperate for something to ground you, but there was nothing — only the way he filled you, stretched you, ruined you.

Aaron chuckled, leaning down, his body pressing against yours, his lips brushing over your ear. “Bet you’d let me do this to you in your own damn bed, huh? While your daddy’s downstairs, none the fucking wiser.”

A broken moan escaped you, your walls fluttering around him at the filthy thought.

“Yeah, I know you would,” he murmured, his tongue flicking against your earlobe before he bit down, making you whimper. “Such a dirty little thing. Letting me fuck you like this, letting me own you.”

His hand snaked between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing rough, fast circles. The added stimulation had your body tensing, your orgasm hurtling toward you with devastating force.

“You gonna cum for me?” he rasped, pounding into you faster, harder. “Gonna let me feel this pretty pussy squeeze my cock?”

You couldn’t hold back. The pressure snapped, your orgasm slamming into you like a tidal wave. You cried out, your body shaking, your walls clenching around him like a vice.

“Fuckfuck, that’s it,” Aaron groaned, his thrusts turning sloppy, desperate. His grip on your thighs tightened, bruising, as he buried himself to the hilt. “Gonna fill you up again - fuck, take it, sweetheart— take all of it.”

With a deep, guttural growl, he came, his cock pulsing inside you, flooding you with his hot release. The feeling of his cum spilling into you, mixing with the mess he’d already made, sent aftershocks of pleasure through you.

Aaron didn’t move right away. He stayed there, buried deep, breathing hard, his hands stroking over your thighs as he slowly eased them down. He watched as his cum dripped from your swollen pussy, groaning at the sight. “Fuck,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss you — slow and possessive.

Aaron didn’t give you a moment to recover. His cum still leaked from your spent hole, but he wasn’t done — not even close. He wanted more. He wanted to break you.

Before you could even catch your breath, he was moving again, manhandling you like you were nothing but a doll for him to use. His strong arms wrapped around you from behind, hauling you up onto his lap as he sat back.

“Gonna wreck you,” he muttered, his breath hot against your ear.

Your legs were spread wide, thighs resting over his, leaving you completely open, completely vulnerable. His hands moved under your knees, lifting your legs high, folding them back until they were nearly pressed against your shoulders. His grip was ironclad—there was no escape. You were trapped.

His.

“This is the way I want you,” he growled. “Wide open for me. Fucking helpless.”

You whimpered, already trembling from the sheer control he had over your body. The stretch was intense, every part of you exposed to him, at his mercy.

And then he was pushing inside.

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as he slammed his cock into you, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Aaron grunted, his arms tightening around your legs, keeping you locked in place as he started moving. “So fucking deep like this. Bet you can feel me in your goddamn stomach.”

You could. The angle had his thick cock hitting something devastating inside you, dragging against your walls in a way that had you gasping for air.

But he didn’t give you time to adjust. He started pounding into you—fast, hard, merciless. The wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him filled the room, each thrust making you cry out, your back arching against his chest.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear. “Moaning like a little whore while I split you open. You love this, don’t you?”

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a choked sob of pleasure.

Aaron chuckled darkly. “Can’t even talk. Too fucked-out already?” His hips snapped forward, his cock hitting so deep it made you scream. “And I’m not even close to done with you.”

His hand left your leg, moving between your thighs. His fingers found your clit, pinching it hard, making you jolt in his hold.

“Aaron—!” you gasped, your voice breaking.

He grinned against your skin, rubbing ruthless circles over your overstimulated bud. “Too much? Too fucking bad.”

A sharp slap landed against your swollen, stretched pussy, making you cry out.

“Oh, you felt that,” he murmured, doing it again — another sharp, wet slap that had you clenching around him.

Your entire body burned, pleasure and pain intertwining, making your mind foggy. But Aaron wasn’t done torturing you yet.

His hand moved to your throat, wrapping around it, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.

“You’re fucking mine,” he growled, his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck, cutting off just enough air to make your head spin.

You whimpered, eyes rolling back, body going limp in his grip. The lack of control, the feeling of him using you, taking you however he wanted — it was overwhelming.

He loosened his grip just enough for you to gasp for air, his mouth latching onto your neck, sucking hard, leaving bruises—marks of ownership, proof of what he was doing to you.

“Imagine your daddy seeing you like this,” Aaron rasped, biting down hard enough to make you gasp. “Imagine him walking in, seeing his little girl stretched out, taking my cock like a desperate little slut.”

Your walls clenched around him, the filthiness of his words sending you spiraling.

“Oh, you love that, don’t you?” He chuckled darkly, thrusting even harder, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. “Bet you’d let me fuck you with him in the next room. Bet you’d let me cum inside you, keep you full of me, let him wonder why you’re walking funny.”

You were close so close it hurt.

Aaron felt it, his grip tightening, his thrusts turning ruthless. “Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice dark, dangerous. “Cum while I ruin you.”

The coil inside you snapped.

You screamed, your entire body locking up as pleasure crashed over you, your walls milking his cock, making it even harder for him to move inside you.

Aaron groaned, his hips stuttering. “Fuckfuck, babybabybaby, that’s it,” he snarled, his arms tightening around you as he buried himself deep.

His cock pulsed, hot spurts of cum flooding your already ruined hole, filling you up to the brim. He kept thrusting, fucking his release even deeper, making sure you took every drop.

When he finally stilled, both of you panting, shaking, he chuckled breathlessly against your ear.

“Now that was a proper fucking.”

Aaron’s deep, breathless chuckle still lingered in the air, his strong arms wrapped around your trembling frame. You were wrecked — your body boneless, sensitive, every nerve alight with the aftermath of what he’d just done to you.

His chest rose and fell against your back, his cock still buried inside you, twitching with the last echoes of his release. His arms flexed, holding you close, grounding you even as your body quivered from overstimulation.

Aaron pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the side of your neck, where the marks he’d left still burned, his lips feather-light against the bruised skin. “You okay, sweetheart?” he murmured, his voice softer now, no longer rough with lust but warm with something deeper, something more tender.

You nodded, but the way your muscles ached, the way your body still trembled in his hold, didn’t escape him.

“Come here,” he murmured.

Without another word, he shifted, withdrawing from you with a slow, wet drag that made you whimper. You felt so empty, so sensitive, but before you could react, Aaron was already moving. His strong arms sliding under your back and legs, lifting you effortlessly into his embrace.

A tiny gasp left your lips as he carried you, his touch so gentle it made your chest tighten. You rested your head against his shoulder, listening to his steady heartbeat as he strode toward the bathroom.

Aaron pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice a low murmur against your skin. “You did so good for me,” he praised, his breath warm, soothing. “So fucking perfect.”

His words made something in you melt, your fingers clutching weakly at his broad shoulders as he stepped into the bathroom.

He set you down on the counter with care, keeping a steadying hand on your waist as he reached for the faucet. He twisted the knobs, adjusting the temperature, letting the tub fill with warm water.

The scent of lavender and vanilla filled the air as he poured in a generous amount of bubble bath, watching as the water foamed, soft white bubbles rising and swirling.

Aaron turned back to you, his dark eyes scanning your face, his expression unreadable. Then, he reached for a washcloth, wetting it under the stream before bringing it between your thighs, carefully wiping away the sticky mess of cum still dripping down your legs.

You let out a soft whimper, flinching from the sensitivity, but Aaron just shushed you gently.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “I got you.”

He took his time, his movements slow, soothing, his fingers grazing your skin with such tenderness it made your throat tighten.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled you into his arms again, stepping into the bath first before carefully lowering both of you into the warm, fragrant water.

You exhaled a deep, shaky breath as the heat enveloped your sore muscles, the weightlessness of the water easing the ache in your limbs.

Aaron settled behind you, his broad chest a firm, steady presence against your back. His legs caged yours, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you close.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sounds were the faint ripple of water, the distant hum of the house, the slow, steady rhythm of your breaths syncing together.

You sighed, leaning further into him, your head resting against his shoulder. His fingers traced soft, absentminded patterns along your arm, the intimacy of the moment settling deep into your bones.

And then, in a small, hesitant voice, you whispered, “Do you regret it?”

The question lingered in the air, heavier than it should have been, raw and unguarded.

Aaron stilled for a moment. Then, his grip on you tightened.

“No,” he said, firm, without hesitation. “Not for a second.”

You swallowed hard, fingers tightening around his forearm. “But… we can’t go back now. Everything’s changed.”

Aaron exhaled slowly, pressing his lips to the top of your head. “I know.” He paused, his voice softer now, lower. “But we’ll find a way forward. Together.”

Your chest ached at the certainty in his tone, at the quiet promise in his words.

Aaron’s arms flexed around you, pulling you impossibly closer. “You’re mine now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “And I take care of what’s mine.”

A shiver ran through you — not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of his devotion.

You turned slightly, just enough to glance up at him, to meet those dark, unwavering eyes. “Promise?”

Aaron didn’t hesitate. He cupped your chin, tilting your face toward his, pressing a slow, deep kiss to your lips — one that tasted like warmth, like possession, and certainly like something you didn’t dare name just yet.

“Promise.”

[girlyrafe]

❝ Rafe doesn't want your daddy to come out and catch you. ❞ ⋆˚࿔

ᡣ𐭩 ❝ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀꜱ¡ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ⟡ ݁₊ ❞ 

The barn is stifling, the scent of hay and sweat thick in the air, the dim glow of the moon barely enough to cast light over your trembling body. You lie beneath Rafe, your back arching against the rough straw as his broad frame presses you into the earth, his weight firm, unyielding. His hand is clamped tight over your mouth, muffling the soft, helpless sounds spilling from your lips.

“You have to be quiet, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice a low rasp against your ear. “Don’t want your daddy coming’ out here, do we?” 

Your heart pounds at the reminder, at the thought of getting caught like this—your dress bunched up around your waist, your panties shoved aside, Rafe buried thick and deep inside you.

You shake your head, eyes glassy, your fingers curling desperately into the hay beneath you. You’re drowning in sensation, in the way he stretches you, fills you, and owns every inch of you with slow, devastating thrusts. 

“That’s my girl,” he breathes, dragging his lips down the curve of your throat, teeth grazing over your pulse. “Always so good for me, huh?” 

His free hand grips your thigh, spreading you wider, pinning you open so you can’t do anything but take him. The stretch is almost unbearable, the pressure sending jolts of heat through your core, every slow, thick drag of his cock against your walls setting you ablaze.

Your muffled whimper makes him groan, his hips pressing forward, forcing you to take him even deeper. You feel impossibly full, stuffed beyond reason, your walls clenching around him like your body is trying to hold onto every inch.

“Fuck,” Rafe grits out, his breath shuddering. “You feel that, sweetheart? How tight are you squeezing’ me? Like you don’t ever want to let me go.” 

You don’t. God, you don’t.

Your fingers scramble at his back, clutching, desperate, needing more. He notices—of course, he does—and he chuckles, dark and low, before finally—finally—pulling back, the drag of his cock making you moan behind his hand. Then he slams back in, knocking the breath from your lungs, his body pressing you further into the hay.

The barn creaks around you, the sounds of the night swallowed by the wet, obscene noises of your slick folds taking him in, over and over, the soft muffled cries you can’t hold back. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, his voice wrecked. “Take it—take all of it.”

Your thighs tremble, your whole body burning up, your pleasure coiling tighter with every deep, punishing thrust. He feels so good, too good, every nerve in your body alight, your senses drowning in him—the smell of him, the heat of him, the way he stretches you wide and ruins you with every roll of his hips.

“Bet you love this, huh?" He rasps, voice thick with lust. "Me fucking’ you out here, where anyone could find us? Where your daddy could come looking’ for his sweet little girl and find her getting’ stuffed full of my cock?" 

The filth of his words makes you whimper, makes your walls flutter helplessly around him, and Rafe groans, his fingers pressing harder into your thigh.

"Are you going to come, sweetheart?" He murmurs against your ear, nipping at your skin. "Gonna fall apart for me right here, letting’ me do whatever I want to this pretty little pussy?" 

Your body tenses, pleasure coiling tight, too tight—until it snaps.

You arch beneath him, your release hitting you like a tidal wave, your walls pulsing around him, milking him, your muffled cries of pleasure swallowed by his palm. Rafe curses, his hips stuttering, his movements turning desperate, erratic.

"That’s it, sweetheart," he groans. "Fuck—gimme one more, sugar—gimme one more, and I’ll fill you up real nice, yeah?” 

You shudder, barely coherent, barely aware of anything but him—the way he moves, the way he owns you, the way you know you’ll let him take you like this again and again and again.

©𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄

[passthecartunderthestall]

ignored r.c

mean!rafe x sweetheart!rafe

warnings: smut!, 18+, mean!rafe, public fingering, degradation, dirty talk, ignorance, nicknames, humiliation, ect.

this definitely wasn’t on her 2025 bingo card. her and rafe sat, more like squished side by side in a very crowded country club. she only came because he asked her to and how could she say no to him.

her hands sat perfectly still in her lap as she played with the hem of her short dress watching the place in front of her. she would be perfectly content right now if she didn’t get teased to hell and back by the boy next to her.

she was soaked. squeezing her thighs together just a the thought of what happened before they got there. the image of rafes knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand the other moving small tight circles on her clit.

his cock visibly strained against the pants of his black suit. the same suit that just so happened to have a matching red tie to match the short dress he picked out for you. her head thrown back against the seat and her eyes shut tight. right before she was about to cum he pulled his hand away and pulled into the parking lot.

telling her she had to wait until they got home and leaving it at that. but she couldn’t. she sighed in her seat next to him. the place so loud he could barely it but he did. his hand moved from his lap to hers, quickly moving it under her dress but not looking away from the scene he was watching.

her eyes widened looking up at her boyfriend then back down at his hand. “r-rafe!” she whispered yelled at him. yes she wanted him but not in public! rafe just stayed quiet paying her no mind as he grabbed her thigh and pushed her legs open far enough for him to move his hand but not enough for others to see.

she let out a loudish sigh as she felt him rub his fingers up and down her core. she was so fucking wet. he quickly entered 2 fingers into her. her back arch immediately. already close from the car. she grabbed his arm whispering rafes name up to him. but he stayed silent not even glancing over at her. “please rafe.” she didn’t even know what she was asking for but all she got was

his fingers speeding up inside her. her hand slammed on her mouth making a loud smack sound as she held back her moans. she looked around and saw that nobody cared about her and him but more so on the party itself. her legs squeezed together as she squirmed in her seat feeling her wetness drip down her thighs and onto the seat below her.

“look at the mess you made, sweet girl. gonna clean it up or have someone find out what we did?” rafe whispered in her ear. finally paying her attention.

“such a slut. you couldn’t wait till we got home had to squirt on my fingers in front of everybody huh?”

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hey guys! this is my first time actually writing and i would love feedback or suggestions or ideas to write. so please let me know! love, scream

[starconstruction]

Off Shift

Teacher Haseul x Boyfriend Male Reader (Smut)

Smut Tags: ass eating, pussy eating, body worship, missionary creampie, loving relationship

Word Count: 957

not proofread, wanted to write a small little piece for Haseul after yesterday.

You and Haseul laid in a compromising position, her legs laid spread apart a few inches. Feet digging into the plush carpet of the shared bedroom. She always looked beautiful in her uniform, a white button up shirt that was cropped a few inches. The handbag that holds her students work.

You and Haseul liked to keep her outfits on during sex, only removing the bare essentials. Those being her tight jean shorts, now resting on the ground, the only other thing that needed moving was her panty hose. Resting just below her thick ass, your favourite part of her body. You were the luckiest man in the world, tongue trailing on her cheeks. Admiring her curves, squeezing them firmly reveling in your ability to worship her.

"Tell me about your work honey." You asked, unable to see anything outside of darkness. Haseul's skirt acted as a curtain, eyes being kept in the shadows. Removing one of your few senses, not the one that matters to you. Kissing her inner cheeks, "Same old shit, students too busy using AI to even pay attention to my course! Why even come at that point?!" She ranted, this was not the first time you've heard of this plight. In fact you've been in this position before, just last week you were on your knees like this.

"That sucks" You said, letting her rant as your tongue finally pressed against her asshole. There was always an art to these things, like her lectures you heard of. You wanted to get a perfect grade, your tongue laid flat as you licked into her ring of spongey flesh.

"Yeah! It's so fucking stupid - oh my god that feels so good - Like why even show up?!" Haseul complained, cut off by your frantic worship. Her ass was mindblowing, a divine pinnacle of architecture sculpted by the gods. You gave her your offering, in the form of eager strokes. Her backdoor now wet with saliva, her body involuntarily backing up into you. "I can't help all the students! - keep going fuck Y/N! - but I wish they would put the effort in!" She continued.

Haseul's cunt was begging for attention, leaking her essence all over your chin. "Look how needy you are Haseul, dripping on me" You growled, alternating between her holes. Both were equally inviting as you dived in, no longer using your hands for support. Mindlessly devouring every inch as she took your eager tongue.

The juxtaposition between Haseul holes was mind boggling, her juices were mature. Coating your tongue with her taste "You always taste so good Haseul, I love you." You growled, voice being smothered by her body, barely audible but it still reached her ears "I love you Y/N! Keep going honey!" Vocals thick with desire, breaking up as she choked the words out.

You weren't going to deny Haseul's requests, a goddess deserves it's reward. Mouth sealed on her pussy as you sucked her folds, focusing on her pleasure alone. Your tongue pressed inside her, rubbing her clit with your fingers. Your tongue was deep and deliberate, a stark contrast to your earlier actions.

"Keep going honey, you are so good at this.." Haseul groaned, melting in the pleasure of her boyfriend. You were starving and she was the cure, her strong and unique taste was the only thing you wanted at this moment. Your hand cusped her ass, delivering firm slaps as she screamed. "I'm gonna cum baby! Fuck!" You slurped frantically as she grinded her folds violently, a gutural moan releasing from your core as she gushed over your body. She was hurled into ecstasy, her thighs closed around you. Squeezing you against her.

You withdrew, a job well done as you finally saw your handy work. Her shirt clung to her back, her unobscured skin shiny against the light of your bedroom. "Haseul honey, are you able to go another round?" You asked, hand stroking her exposed back.

"Yeah, fuck me Y/N." You dropped the clothes still clinging to you, exposing your cock to the air. You flipped Haseul over, appreciating her beauty. The way her hair clinged onto her face, glasses dislodged as they sat on the bridge of her face. Her bottom lip puffed and bruised as she gnawed on it.

You pushed in gently, a shared gasp as inches disappeared into her wanting hole, gripping onto your shaft as you bottomed out. "You always feel so good Haseul." You let out, voice dim as you focused on her. Every ounce of pleasure was explosive, jolting through every fibre of your being.

Your hand found Haseul's tie her eyes looking up in shock as you yanked, her lips met yours as you devoured her mouth. The soft taste of sugar from her lip gloss, tongue deeply exploring her wet cavern as she tasted her holes on you. While your length rested in her, pace slow while you two shared saliva.

You two were no strangers to missionary, doing it whenever there was a free time. But she never stopped feeling incredible, your hips pistoned faster now, her cunt accepting everything you gave it. "I love you Haseul, every part of you." You moaned out, breathing against her lips.

"I love you aswell! Make me cum!" Haseul moaned, she squeezed the life out of you as you gasped. Mere inches from cumming. Time ran thin as you savoured the last few moments. "I'm cumming! Cum with me Haseul!" You shot ropes into your girlfriends loving pussy, the crevices filled with your cream. Haseul came around you, leaving both of you shaking.

"Thank you love, you make this whole shitty job worth it." Haseul said, as you two stayed connected for a few minutes.

[prettyangellllll]

Midnight Confessions

Summary: It's been months since she and Rafe called it quits. They both moved on—she found a boyfriend, and he had Sofia. Their worlds were supposed to be separate now. But in the dead of night, as her boyfriend sleeps soundly beside her, she finds herself locked in the bathroom with shaking hands, dialing a number she shouldn't even remember. Just to hear his voice. Just for a second. But Rafe never did know how to let go.

Warnings: Toxic relationships, cheating (emotional), angst, late-night confessions, longing, unresolved feelings, heavy tension, mentions of gaslighting, possessiveness, explicit language.

Pairing: Ex Rafe Cameron x Reader

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The room is silent except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan. The weight of his arm draped over her waist should be comforting, grounding even, but it isn’t. It feels suffocating. Too heavy. Too wrong.

She should be asleep. Should be curled up against him like a good girlfriend, steady and content. But instead, she’s staring at the ceiling in the dark, heart hammering, lungs tight.

She shouldn’t do this.

Shouldn’t even be thinking about it.

Yet she’s already slipping out of bed, careful not to wake him, moving as if possessed. The floorboards creak beneath her as she inches toward the bathroom, gently shutting the door before locking it.

Her hands shake as she presses her back against the door, her breathing uneven.

She doesn’t have to do this.

But her fingers are already dialing.

A number she should’ve deleted months ago. One that she shouldn’t even remember.

The phone rings once.

Twice.

Three times.

Maybe he won’t answer. Maybe this is stupid, and she can pretend it never happened—

“Hello?”

His voice is rough, groggy, like he was deep in sleep. For a moment, she forgets how to breathe.

Then there’s a pause. Silence stretching between them, thick and heavy.

“…Y/N?” His tone shifts, no longer sleepy. Awake now. Alert.

She swallows hard, gripping the phone tighter. “Hey,” she breathes out, voice barely above a whisper.

Another pause. Then a low, disbelieving laugh. “Are you fucking serious?”

Her eyes squeeze shut. She can picture him now—probably sitting up in bed, rubbing his jaw, brows furrowed.

“I—” She doesn’t even know why she called. Just that she needed to.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Rafe’s voice is sharper now, edged with something she can’t quite place. Annoyance? Amusement? Maybe both.

“I know,” she murmurs, hugging her knees to her chest. “I just… I couldn’t sleep.”

He exhales loudly. “And that’s my problem?”

She should hang up. Shouldn’t let his tone cut through her the way it does. But it’s been months, and he still sounds the same. Feels the same, even through the phone.

“I just wanted to hear your voice.”

A beat of silence.

Then—“Where are you?” His voice drops lower, more serious.

“In the bathroom.”

A pause. Then—“Alone?”

She hesitates. “…Yeah.” It’s not technically a lie.

Rafe scoffs. “Right.” His voice is laced with something sharp, something dangerous. “Bet your boyfriend would love that.”

Her stomach twists. “Rafe—”

“What, sweetheart? You miss me now?”

Yes.

She doesn’t say it.

“You drunk?” he asks, voice softer now, like he’s actually worried.

“No.”

“High?”

“No.”

“Then what the fuck are you doing calling me at two in the morning?”

She presses her forehead against her knee, squeezing her eyes shut. “I don’t know.”

A long pause. She can hear his breathing through the speaker, steady and slow. Then—

“You’re lying.”

Her breath hitches. “Rafe—”

“You miss me,” he says, like it’s a fact. Like it’s undeniable.

She doesn’t respond.

Because she doesn’t have to.

He already knows.

Rafe's laugh is soft, almost teasing. But there's an edge to it—something dark. "You think I can't hear it in your voice? You're not fooling anyone."

She’s not sure why, but his words cut deeper than they should. Maybe because he’s right. Maybe because, even after all this time, her feelings haven’t really changed.

“I told you,” he continues, the playful tone shifting into something more raw, “you were always mine. You were never gonna get over me.”

Her chest tightens, and she bites her lip to stop herself from making a sound. Her heart feels like it’s pounding against her ribs. She’s just a breath away from cracking.

“I moved on, Rafe,” she says, her voice shaky. “I have a boyfriend.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. “And I’m sure he’s real fucking happy about you calling me at this hour.”

She flinches, her grip on the phone tightening. “It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like, Y/N?” His voice drops, dangerous now, like he’s toying with her. He knows how to push her buttons. How to get under her skin. How to make her feel like she’s losing control.

“I miss you,” she admits in a whisper. She doesn’t mean to say it, but the words spill out before she can stop them.

For a moment, there’s nothing but silence.

And then Rafe speaks, his voice low and dark. “Yeah. I know you do.”

Her breath catches in her throat. "I shouldn't... I'm not—"

He interrupts her, his tone unrelenting. "It’s okay, sweetheart. I know exactly what you want. You just want to feel me again, don’t you?"

Her pulse races, and she can feel her skin heating up under the weight of his words. It’s dangerous, so dangerous.

But she can’t help it. She’s still tangled in the mess of him. She’s still yearning for something she knows she shouldn’t.

“I’m not... I’m not like that,” she says, trying to steady herself, but the cracks are already starting to show.

“I think you are,” he says quietly. “You’ve always been like that. Always craving me, even when you pretend you don’t.”

His words hang in the air, suffocating her. The memories of their fights, their arguments, the moments they had together—good and bad—swirl in her mind. How he never let go. How he always came back.

And somehow, it feels like he’s still here. Still wrapping himself around her.

“I’m happy with him, Rafe,” she whispers, the words feeling like a lie as soon as they leave her mouth.

Rafe exhales sharply, a sound full of disdain. “Are you? Or are you just pretending to be happy so you don’t have to face what’s really going on?”

She hates how right he sounds. How much it feels like he can still see right through her.

“I’m sorry,” she says quickly, her voice barely audible now. “I shouldn’t have called. I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t you dare hang up.” His voice is like a command, and she freezes, her thumb hovering over the end call button. “I’m not done with you.”

Her heart skips a beat. “Rafe…”

“You think you’re over me?” he asks, his tone almost mocking. “You think you’ve moved on?”

She doesn’t answer him. She can’t.

“Let me tell you something,” Rafe continues, his voice dark and steady now. “You never get over me. You just learn how to pretend. But deep down? You’ll always come back. Always.”

The certainty in his voice chills her to the bone.

She wants to argue. Wants to tell him he’s wrong.

But deep down, she knows he’s right.

The worst part is, she doesn’t want him to be wrong.

“You’re such an asshole,” she says softly, though it lacks the conviction she needs.

He laughs, low and satisfied. “Yeah, I am. And you fucking love it.”

The words hit harder than she expects. She shudders, holding the phone to her ear like it’s a lifeline, like she’s scared that if she lets go, something will shatter.

“You’re not getting rid of me, Y/N,” Rafe says, the warning clear in his voice. “I’ll always be here. No matter who you’re with. No matter what you do.”

She knows.

“I miss you” she whispers before she can stop herself.

Rafe is silent for a moment, like he’s savoring the confession. Then he says, his voice softer, “I’ll always miss you. You should’ve known that from the start.”

She wants to hang up. Wants to forget everything he’s said.

But as the seconds tick by, she finds herself staring at the door—locked, alone in the dark with only his voice.

And maybe it’s not over. Maybe it never will be.

“I have to go,” she says, voice trembling.

“You’ll be back,” he replies with that same confidence, as if it’s a promise. “You always are.”

And with that, the call ends.

But the weight of his words lingers, heavy on her chest, like a secret she can’t outrun.

She stares at her phone screen, her breath shallow, fingers numb.

She should be moving on. She should be getting up, walking back into the bedroom, climbing into bed beside her boyfriend.

But all she can do is sit there in the darkness, the sound of Rafe's voice still echoing in her mind.

[lilgarbitch]

Noah Thots🤭

(Can we get a little commotion for these pictures because oh my god)

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: smut, needy pup!Noah, fingering, p in v, yeah he’s loud.

Author’s Note: Can’t write that one Noah thot without including more of his obsession with you, especially because it’s physically impossible to see these pictures and not want to write everything that comes to mind.

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @dontwantthemoney @chey-h @badomensgoodomens @bloody-spades @blade-dressed-in-red @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @tosoundlessdarkistare @lacy1986 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @heyyoplayer

Noah’s obsession with you showed in many ways. He truly saw you as a goddess, and couldn’t get enough of you. So the weeks he had to be away, the shorter tours where it just wasn’t in the picture to bring you along with how hectic everything gets, he was practically shaking to get back home.

You meet him at the airport, smiling with open arms as he finally came into view, but your smile was nothing compared to his. With eyes barely visible with how wide and excited his grin was, his long legs practically skipped towards you until his large body crashed into yours, pulling you into the tightest hug.

“God, I fuckin’ missed you, baby,” he groaned, his smile evident in his words as your face smushed against his chest.

You couldn’t help but giggle when he let go and immediately grabbed your hand, dragging you towards the exit to make your way home. As you drive the two of you home, he couldn’t keep his hands off you. Arm reached across the center console, either holding your hand or gently rubbing your thigh as he told you all about the trip and just how much he missed you. Then he let out a groan, making you glance his way for a moment before looking back at the road.

“What’s wrong, love?” you ask, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“I just missed you so much. It’s been absolute hell not having you join us. Fuck, It’s been hell not having you in bed with me. I haven’t had to jerk off in so long, but I just couldn’t get you off my mind,” he whined, his hands tightening its grip on your thigh.

You playfully roll your eyes, ignoring the blush creeping onto yours cheeks as you hold his hand tight, ready to tell him to just wait until you got home, but when you glance back over at him, he’s staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Please, baby,” he softly whimpers as his fingers slowly drift up your thigh, “I just need to touch you. It’s been so long.”

You look at him once more, taking in the neediness of his expression and tone, before removing your hand from his and placing it in the wheel. Instantly, he starts undoing your button and zipper with one hand, struggling for a moment out of excitement, before finally getting them undone.

You shift your hips, angling them to allow more room for his hand as he slips it into your panties. He lets out a breathy moan as he feels how wet you were, the noise turning you on even more. You did your best keeping your attention on the road, trying to ignore the feeling of his callused fingers slipping through your folds.

After coating his fingers with your slick, he starts gently circling your clit, making more noise than you were. Your breath had picked up, but he was practically whimpering in the passenger seat as he had one hand in your pants and the other gripping his bulge, palming himself through his sweatpants.

You desperately wanted to see the look on his face, already picturing his half lidded eyes and slightly agape lips, but all you let yourself focus on was the road in front of you and the sounds he made. You were almost home, so you told yourself that the torture was almost over, but then his fingers moved from your clit, down to your entrance.

Slipping a finger in, instantly hooking it to press against the sweet spot, you couldn’t hold back the moan it pulled from you. His breath hitched at your reaction, and he started moving his finger in short motions, repeatedly hitting the spot over and over, needing to hear you more.

Your knuckles were white from your grip on the steering wheel and you had to fight to keep your eyes from rolling back as your hips bucked against his hand. You were so close to home. You just had to make it back.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so tight. You’re close, aren’t you?” he rasped.

You could only reply with a moan, trying your hardest not to cum around his skilled fingers. Thankfully, you just turned down your street. Safely gunning it, you managed to pull into your driveway, instantly letting go of the wheel and slacking against your seat. With the car still running, you let Noah pull you closer and closer to the edge until finally pushing you over.

He pulls his fingers out, licking them as he rushes out of the car, leaving his bags behind as he circles the car to drag you into the house. You struggle turning the car off in your dazed state and let him pull you towards the front door, giggling as he does his best to help your jelly feeling legs carry you inside. Once through the door, he wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, carrying you towards the bedroom.

“Fuck, I need you so bad. I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you, baby,” he groans as he drops you onto the bed and starts eagerly sliding your pants down.

Once you were bare, his attention gets caught on your pussy, causing him to drop to his knees in a split second. You feel his tongue lick a stride through your slit, pulling a moan from both of you.

“God, it’s been too long since I’ve tasted you,” he groans as he pulls away and starts pressing kisses to your skin, starting at your hips and trailing up until he reaches your lips.

He sits back up, holding onto the headboard as he struggles with the string of his sweatpants from his desperation fogged mind, but then his hand wraps around your leg, pulling it over his hip as you feel his til notch at your entrance.

He slides in, instantly falling closer and dropping his head to your shoulder once he bottoms out, his brain turning to mush at finally feeling you wrapped around him again. As he pulled out and pushed back in, he let out a loud whimper below your ear at the feeling he’s missed so much.

Soon, you’re gripping at his shoulders and wrapping your legs tight around his hips as he picks up speed, the two of you creating a sinful symphony of sounds. You loved that he was loud, his proof of how good you made him feel bringing you closer to orgasm once again.

As the knot in your stomach grew tighter, his thrusts grew sloppier. He was holding you tight, face buried in your neck as his moans turned into grunts. Your loud moans harmonized as you succumbed to the pleasure, him quickly following as he felt you spasm around his cock. He slowed his movement, helping both of you ride out the high before finally stilling and collapsing on top of you.

You both held each other tight as your breathing calmed, needing nothing more than to stay as close as possible to each other. He was placing soft kisses to your neck as you trailed your fingers over his back, both of you stuck in your own bubble of post-pleasure love and exhaustion.

“I’m so happy to be home,” he mumbled against your neck, “I never want to have to use my hand ever again.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, causing him to join in.

[bradleysass]

Parasitic Love - wc: 782 - @leeny-leens fuck you for the idea.

It starts with something insignificant. It always does.

Regulus is exhausted, drained from the week, and James—bright, insistent, James—is hovering. He’s reminding Regulus to eat, to sleep, to breathe, and something inside Regulus just snaps.

“Merlin, James, do you ever stop?” Regulus mutters, rubbing at his temples.

James’ brow furrows, his concern unwavering. “When it comes to you? No.”

Regulus exhales sharply, his patience fraying. “You don’t need to micromanage my entire fucking life.”

“I’m not trying to—Reg, I just care.”

Regulus lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Caring. Right.” His fingers tighten around the edge of the table. “It’s suffocating, James. You are suffocating.”

James stiffens. “I’m just trying to help—”

“You’re not helping,” Regulus snaps, voice sharp enough to cut. “You’re just clinging to me, sucking the life out of me like some parasite.”

The words hang in the air, cold and venomous. Regulus doesn’t realize what he’s said—not really—until he sees the way James’ entire body locks up.

James’ breath stutters, and his voice comes out small, broken. “What?”

Regulus falters. He wants to take it back, but the damage is already done. He can see it in James’ wide, wounded eyes.

James swallows hard, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I told you that.” His voice is barely above a whisper, hoarse and shaking. “I told you that in confidence. That my biggest fear is being a burden, that no one actually wants me.”

Regulus’ throat is tight. “James, I didn’t mean—”

But James lets out a bitter laugh, something hollow and wrong. “No, I get it now. You just waited until you could use it against me.”

Regulus flinches. “That’s not—”

“No?” James’ voice rises, something sharp and desperate beneath it. “You want to talk about parasites, Reg? Fine. At least I don’t tear people down just because I know how.”

Regulus freezes, eyes darkening. “Excuse me?”

James scoffs, the hurt twisting into something cruel. “You think I don’t notice? That you do exactly what your parents did? You know just where to hit people, just what to say to make it hurt. Spiteful. Vicious. Just like them.”

Regulus stares at him, mouth slightly open, something cracking behind his ribs.

James isn’t done. His voice wavers, but his anger keeps him standing. “You hate them, but you’re still your mother’s son, Regulus.”

Regulus’ breathing stutters. The words feel like a slap, like something inside him has been punched in the chest and left to bleed. “Fuck you.”

“Right,” James lets out a breathy, humorless laugh. “That’s all you’ve got, isn’t it? Just words. You throw knives and expect people not to bleed.”

Regulus’ eyes burn. His hands shake. “You want me to bleed, James? You want to see how much?” His voice cracks, something fragile breaking loose. “Fine. Here it is—I love you, but you exhaust me.”

James recoils like he’s been shot. His vision blurs, his lungs squeeze tight.

And maybe it should end there. Maybe one of them should walk away before it gets worse. But it never works like that with them.

Because James is crying before he even realizes it. His hands shake, his chest aches, and Regulus—Regulus is crying too, his entire body trembling as he sinks to the floor.

James follows, because of course he does. Their knees bump, and James barely has the strength to look at him. “I don’t want to be something that drains you.” His voice is so small, barely a breath between them. “I don’t want to be something that you need to escape.”

Regulus shakes his head rapidly, like he can somehow undo everything. “You’re not.” His voice wobbles. “James, you’re not.” His hands twitch, hesitant, but then he’s reaching for James, desperate and clumsy. “I was angry, I—I wanted to hurt you, and I did, and I—” He chokes on a sob, eyes screwed shut. “I love you. I love you so much it terrifies me.”

James lets out a shuddering breath, his fingers gripping Regulus’ sleeve like he might disappear. “Then why do we do this?” His voice is cracked open, raw. “Why do we keep hurting each other?”

Regulus exhales shakily. “Because we’re scared,” he whispers.

James nods, throat tight. “I don’t want to fight like this.”

Regulus swallows, pressing his forehead against James’. “Me neither.”

They sit there, knees touching, hands gripping fabric, tears drying against flushed skin. Neither of them moves for a long time.

And then, finally, James breathes, “I love you.”

Regulus grips him tighter. “I love you too.”

And maybe love is enough to keep them from breaking.

Maybe, this time, they’ll learn how to hold on.

@accio-sriracha @rosiesangel

[wetpussyju1ce]

Are you okay with doing like a little mini smut series request of Jax teller x curvy!reader?

jax teller x fem!curvy reader

782 words

tags: +18 mdni, smut, thigh fucking, play fighting, oral sex, I made Jax teller an ass and thighs man, not beta read

a/n: i made this a x fem reader, hope that's okay, also I wasn't sure how to go abt fulfilling this ask, even though i wanted to, because i'm not a curvy person, I never was and dind't want to accidentally offend/hurt anyone, so i wrote this with some bits my chubby friends have shared. i hope you'll like it <3 + Also, abt a series, I don't think I'm ready to take on that type of challenge yet, but i wrote this as a little gift. I'm sure there's others who will make a series of this, or you could, dear @none-of-ur-business-fuck-off, everyone can write fic <3

Jax Teller who can't keep his paws to himself whenever his girlfriend is around. Who enjoys terrorising her by just biting her, if the bastard could take a nibble of his gf's cheek he would because he swears she tastes like sprinkles and sugar, even though it's her lotions and soaps. She gets annoyed and tries to wrestle him off her, but he just laughs and plays with her, shamelessly using his strength to hold her down while she's squirming around, "Let me go, Jackson!"

Jax who, when he gets bored while they're watching a movie together, he keeps squeezing her chubby thighs in his hands, he really tries to be as gentle as possible, but he sometimes to keep his strength in check so she squeals when he squeezes too tight and he coos, "'m sorry, baby, didn't mean to, you're just so soft-"

Jax Teller who just loves to show off and uses his strength to manhandle n throw his pretty girl around in bed. She tries to pretend that it's annoying but he knows she likes it, can see the secret shy smiles n the heated stares she gives him when he drags her to his lap just for a kiss.

Jax Teller who bites her on the ass when they're play fighting and she screams, fighting him off to get away from his mouth, but he's a dog when it comes to having her body close, he's not as cool and chill as he thinks he is, his brain shuts down and he starts acting stupid the second he realises he can touch her in any way he wants and no one will give him shit for it, like when they're home alone.

Jax who uses her thick thighs as pillows, who rests his head on her stomach, her thighs over his shoulders, he claims it warms his ear and she smells nice. He's plotting in his head when he'll strike and pull her shorts down to bury his face in her pussy but then she scratching his head, running her fingers through his head and his shoulders sag. He hums, closing his eyes, and before he knows it, he's drooling a little on her thighs, snoring between her legs.

Jax who holds a gold medal in the Pussy Eating Championship. He prides himself in making his girlfriend shake and cry under his tongue, who thoroughly enjoys having so much fat and chub to hold onto while he goes to town on her. Then when he's done, he playfully slaps the inside of her thigh, making her squeal, "You good, baby?" He asks, blonde hair sticking in all directions, a result of her holding onto his head for dear life. He laughs when she can't answer him with coherent words and wipes his wet mouth with the back of his hand. He starts to unbuckle his belt and she makes a panicked little noise, he shushes her, a hand on one of her thighs, "Hey, 's okay, I'll give her a break, yeah? Just let me fuck your thighs, okay?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before he flips her around on her stomach, dragging her hips up like it was nothing, pushing a pillow under them. He lowers his jeans down his hips with his boxers, he was already hard between his legs, his dick bobbing when he moved. So like the dirty man he was, he runs his open palm over her wet and messy pussy, then uses that wetness to slick himself a little before covering her body in his. When he slips between her thighs, he throws his head with a groan, she was soft, warm and slippery, and he was pressed tight against her pussy lips, that felt hotter than any other part of her body. He starts to rut against her and she's making little breathy noises, Jax leans down, kisses her temple and speaks in her ear, "Clench them up for me,"

She whines, unable to control her muscles anymore, but she still tries and fails. Jax smiles a little, leaning back to see better as he grabs her by the thighs, a hand in each side, "I'll do it, just stay still," He squeezes the flesh together as much as possible and she moans, clawing at the sheets as he bumps her clit with each thrust, his dick fighting to get inside where it really belongs. But Jax doesn't care about that, he only cares about coming between her thighs. As long as he gets to have his dick anywhere near his gorgeous girlfriend, he's grateful. He may be a greedy bastard sometimes, but he has always been grateful, always.

[sunsetdesire]

fisting tboys is as close as i can get to divinity, actually

[tonycries]

KNOTTY GIRL!

Synopsis. Your boyfriend’s in his rút? No worries! Of course, you’re there to help.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, omégaverse AU, alpha!JJK men, RÚTS, knóts, bréeding, ínnappropriate use of jujutsu techniques, jealousy (Toji’s side), slight fóodplay (Nanami), making Sukuna BREAK, cúmplay, spítting, PÚSSYDRUNK JJK MEN, mentions of kids, true form Sukuna, dp, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k

A/N. Last day of k!nktober, this month was lovely and so were y’all.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Mine, doll.

Truthfully, you shouldn’t even be here - you shouldn’t have dared to step through Toji’s firmly shut door for a reason. 

Because he’d already warned you he wasn’t going to be himself once his rut hit, already musing that your cute lil’ self won’t be able to keep up with him this day. This week.

Yet, here you were - folded into such a mean mating press. 

“Toji.” you’re hiccuping when he furiously fists the thickened base of his cock, giving one, two tight squeezes before drooling out in stringy wads of cum from the reddish divot on his fat head, smearing your puffy folds in a sweltering white, white gloss. “D-don’t be such a hngh- tease-”

And he can only grin, “Shoulda thought of that before ya came up hah- begging for my cock, doll.” Tapping the hot curve of his still-hard tip in a sopping wet thwack! thwack! thwack! on your puffed-up clit. You’re watching with glassy eyes as his thick thumb smears over the milky dredges of cum. Popping it shamelessly into his mouth, “Because this pretty pussy is mine now, ma.” 

Just the thought has him wrenching out an animalistic groan. Using his inhuman strength to haul you even further down the sinfully soaked silken sheets, he throws your trembly legs over two broad, sculpted shoulders. 

You moan and Toji can’t help but snicker. Can’t help but throw his head back with a sleazy grin, “I t-told ya not to catch me like this, needy girl.” Eyes glowing, dragging that pert scar of his smugly down the side of your ankle, before plugging you full- “Now, jus’ sit back n’ let me make a pretty momma outta ya.”

He grunts once your velvety walls close in around his heavy girth, massaging down the sensitive divots of his rock-hard shaft. Shit, he was going to spend every waking minute of this week making you memorize it. 

Viciously he snaps his hips down, bulging knot kissing your swollen folds with a wet thwack! thwack! thwack!

“D-didn’t think you’d be so mean.” you’re puckering your glossed lips into a pout. Gliding your fingers across his rippling abs, it makes his hulking body just shiver, hips stuttering sloppily. 

“D-d-d-didn’t think this cunt of yours would be so slutty.” he’s mocking in his baritone rumble, big beefy arms caging you in to split you apart with every swollen inch of his massive cock. Fucking out those utterly bratty words on your tongue. 

Toji’s thick digits curl firmly around your throat, running a fat thumb down the side of your still-unmarked scent gland. He positively titters at the way you jolt, “So would ya ah- c-care to explain why my girl s’suddenly smellin’ like fuckass Shiu?”

Fuck - you’d forgotten. Being too caught up with Toji to remember how you’d run to the other alpha to understand how to help your dear boyfriend, still wafting with his smokey sweet scent.

Your inner omega whines, clawing to prove him wrong. “N-No–” The words are barely falling from your stupidly drunken mouth before your voice just hitches, strangling out the remnants of a syrupy moan that makes him twitch. “P-promise I jus’ met him to h-help-”

But oh, Toji was more animal than man right now.

A thundering growl cracks at the very back of his throat, rummaging at the very bottom of your pussy with no mercy. And no apologies, either. “Is that so?” His teeth nip on your lips, “Heheh, sure tha’s right. But when I’m done with you-” And something oozing from his tone told you that Toji didn’t mean it to be “done” for a long, long time. “-every other fucker’s gonna look at you n’ know you’re mine.”

The bed creaks riotously when he’s bucking his toned hips into you so hard that you see Toji’s creamy skin redden. 

And Toji was always massive - but in rut he couldn’t stop all the blood pumping twofold into his expansive girth, nudging past every bruised sweet spot and even more. 

“My pretty girl- fuck- even prettier full w’me-” he’s spitting wetly into your pathetically slack lips. Peppering eager kisses down your cheek, your neck, your collarbone, lolling his tongue out to suck on your tits. 

His eyes were drooping shut, mouth babbling out drunken purrs of your name. “Fuck- fuck when m’gonna ngh- have these girls all swollen f’me.” One of his hands attach thoroughly at your breasts, circling his fingers over where your nipples were the most sensitive. And he’s smashing into you so rawly, sneaking his fingers all glistening with cum into your already snugly stuffed cunt. Plugging more in and in. “Fill you up so much yer gonna ngh- gonna feel me for months-”

“Yes yes yes-” you’re sobbing out, being fucked utterly stupid on his cock. “Wan’ ah- wan’ it so bad, Toji.”

He chuckles out smugly when your teary sweet lips glide across his in a messy kiss, tightening the fingers around your throat to crane your pretty neck upwards. Into a proper kiss, pinkish lips wrapped around your tongue - he sucks.

“You don’t just ‘want’ it, ma.” His pants grow harsh, shuddering, stars bursting behind his dewy, dark eyes every time your spongy cervix makes his slams recoil backwards. “Yer gonna need it.”

Your spine curves so deliciously upwards into his front when the two long digits sunken into your entrance spread just enough for your sloppy hole to be fed Toji’s achy knot. Pinning you down with his pressurized weight to stop your squirmy wrangling. 

“Gonna need me in ya, so hah- much that this sweet lil’ pussy’s gonna be twice her size, heh-” Those obscenities in his voice make you gasp. “All round n’ gorgeous- they’ll hngh know what I’ve done. Every single fucking one s’gonna look at you and see me me me-” He sinks his teeth into your scent gland, hard.Bonding. “Cos’ you’re mine, doll.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - More, more, more

“K-Ken, s’everything alright?” Your voice trembles with the tiniest whimper when you’re whirling your glassy eyes over your shoulder, meeting your husband’s darkened ones locked on you.

“Of course, my love.” Comes Nanami’s answer - but, shit, you already knew better. “J-just keep doing what you’re doing.”

There’s such a sodden drag of clothes on clothes resounding throughout your cozy kitchen, and your fingers shake where you were whisking a batch of sweet, sweet frosting. 

Because you could already catch the way his words broke into a gruff moan, the slight shiver in his Adam’s apple as his hot, thickened cockhead twitches ferally. Hips buck up against you desperately. 

He’d come home to you in rut. 

He was needy, bothered. Barely even changed out of his work clothes before he’s clutching roughly onto the fabric of your apron.

You’re whining, “Ken– we needa get you-”

“Shhh my pretty wife, m’alright, m’alright. Don’t- ngh! Worry about me, darling. Just-” He gulps before loosening his favorite yellow tie - the room too hot. Scent glands puffing out another heatwave of his expensive pine smell, his massive hands trace down the curve of your hips. Mindlessly. Kneading.

SMACK!

Shit, he didn’t even mean to do that. 

But oh how you gasp so prettily at Nanami’s unusually harsh treatment, the barely-there sound being instantly picked up by his sharpened senses. Restless. Mouth watering. 

God, he could cum just like this. He was ruined for you.

“M’alright jus’ a rut- keep doing- hngh-” he gasps, a feverish puff against your ear as your bodies glissade across one another. “Jus’- ahh- fuck- jus’ need a bit more, my love.” Free hand dancing down your forearm to help you stir your bowl, the other ravenously leading a hot trailway to the hem of your cotton shorts. Pulling - tearing. 

Your shorts are left nothing but tatters on the floor, and Nanami’s throwing his head back with a drunken grin. Eyes falling half-shut at the absolute mess your cunt has made, dribbling a glossy sheen down your inner thighs.

Yeah, shit, this was what he’d left work early for. 

And you could tell he was still staring, still gleaming a translucent coating with just a single roll of his thumb over your throbbing clit. Dragging the very edge of his fingernail down, down, down the crevice of your pretty pussy lips. 

And he’d do it all over again.

You moan - and as soon as you do, you’re finding yourself shoved onto the cool tile of the kitchen counter as Nanami doubles over. “M-more?”

His teeth grit, canines bared, grunts of your name spilling over and over when he hovers them over your racing pulse. Sweat-slicked strands of blond tickle your nose when he’s heaving out, “Yes, darling- j-jus’ a bit more. Just a bit.” One hand of his curls around your throat, wrangling you into such a sweet, sweet french kiss. “-I need it- fuck- need it- s’alright, is it?”

Yes yes yes, your inner omega was keening out to him. Your own shaky fingers tugging lightly on his hair in a way that makes him nip at your mating mark. 

But Nanami didn’t even need that to already know your answer by the way your hip squirm back in wet, swiveling gyrations. Again. And again and again. Honeyed little movements that make him gasp. 

“Shit- ohhh, smell so good- need you so badly-” his gentle baritone voice breaks with something primal. You flinch at the echoing clatter of his belt onto the hardwood floors, and the feeling of something steaming hot pressing into your skin. “Need- you- fuck, didn’t think I’d even make it this hah- long. Been thinkin’ about breeding this sweet cunt all day.”

Then he’s kissing down the very edge of your drooling pussy with a sweeping swipe! of his fat head. Peaking in just the very beginnings of that sinful curve, meshing your sopping folds with his prominent veins that thump thump thump away against your cunt. 

Enough to have him panting - crying out. Pound after pound.

“Stuffin’ ya full- Oh god, y-you have no idea what you do to me-” Nanami’s strict brows furrow into the tightest knit, and his words take on a ragged tone that makes you clench. An obscene little action that he feels against the very tip of his achy cock, gushing out a sticky slosh of precum that sticks to you like a second skin. “No- hah- wait- no no no no- keep ‘er open f’me, my love.”

Those toying fingers on your clit give a sudden pull at the very peak of the sensitive nub - leaving your body wracking with shudders long enough to have Nanami splitting you apart. 

The bowl is knocked over now, and Nanami takes the opportunity to lace his fingers with yours into the most innocent little hold. Dragging your intertwined hands up for him to press a flurry of pecks onto, sucking up that sugary sweet mess on your digits. 

Something you barely even register with how deliciously he was stretching out your snug insides, fucking out each and every thought in your hazy mind with quick, shallow grinds just to fit inside. “Spit.” he’s gritting his teeth at the feeble resistance, and he can feel the way your cunt gapes all around him. “Spit in m’mouth-” 

You do, Nanami groaning appreciatively, gaze flurrying shut. Your puffed-out folds bulging around his hefty cock, snapping deeply into you. Again and again.

All the way until-

“Hah- shit- jus’ a bit more-” Nanami’s groaning, eyes narrowing over his now-disarrayed glasses when he’s greedily thumbing apart your slick-glossed folds. Eyeing himself all stuffed and overspilling inside you, your sloppy hole trying desperately to milk his fattened knot. Clenching around the very tip of the bulge. “Fuck back into me now, darling- ah- fuck back into me n’ lemme make you a pretty momma- jus’ a bit more.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Tongue-twister

Just a taste. Just one.

Two.

Four.

Over and over. Whenever Geto Suguru was on his rut, he couldn’t think of a better heaven than where he was right now - locked in-between those pretty thighs of yours. With you splayed out on the tatami mats of his firmly shut bedroom, your legs on his muscled shoulders, drenched panties pulled just enough to the side to stuff your puffed-up clit in his drunken mouth.

“S-Suguru–”

You feel a sudden - barely-there - nip at the very peak of your sodden sensitive bud. Not enough to hurt, but enough to have your entire body jolting with electricity, Geto snickering against your swollen folds. 

“Fine- hngh Sugu–” you’re crying out, fingers interlacing in his long, soft strands in a pathetically useless attempt to drag him from making out with your poor overworked pussy. “I don’ know- ah if I can cum a-again.” 

That has him quirking up a dark brow in question, parting with your drippingly wet cunt with a gasping grunt of disappointment. You can only watch when his overly-glossed bottom lip wobbles, “Don’t want you to cum again, gorgeous.” He’s pouting, delicate strings of slick snapping with every peck after peck planted on your clit. “I want you to squirt–”

Oh, god, he was hypnotized.

Barely being able to get out the words before reattaching his sly lips down to your own, meshing them in a sopping wet french kiss. It leaves you bucking, and he distantly wonders whether he’d see the imprint of the tatami on your back tomorrow. “Y-you’re so addicted, Sugu-”

“No m’not.” Geto’s pulling out a sudden squelch as he spits a sudden wad of thick, silvery spit down onto the very middle of your puffy pussy lips. Smearing a thumb down between them up and down up and down- before swirling those slender digits easily past your sloppy hole. “S’not my fault you’re so hngh- irresistible- s’yours.”

Shit, to be honest, Geto couldn’t even register what he was saying right now. Couldn’t think of anything but the way you tasted so sweet on his tongue - as syrupy as that scent of yours was puffing out. He wanted- needed more more more-

He’s grinding his painfully aching cock down like some animal, slithering down his free hand to knead over the bulging shaft in quick, solid slides. 

Matching the pace of those two fingers massaging your gummy walls. So hot inside it’s like you were melting, milking his fingers so plianty with every languid push and pull into your g-spot.

“Jus’ one more taste– hah- hold up my hair, can’t see- yeahhh jus’ like that.” Geto’s whining once your trembly fingers wrap tight to collect his stray locks, giving you the perfect view of his high cheeks hollowing. Rosy pink lips wrap around your clit to suck once more. And if his voice cracked ever-so-slightly at the end, well, he was only grateful that his beautiful girl was too fucked-out to notice right now. “S’not addicted if I only want one more- is it? C’mon, honey- please, honey, for me?”

Every groan has such lewd shockwaves sprinting through all your veins, and the sheer overstimulation makes big fat tears well up behind your eyes. God, it was too much. 

Noticing, he’s letting out such calming pheromones of sandalwood - enough to make you dizzily babble out, “Think I’m- ahh- think m’close- Sugu–” To bring you close. Something was pulling taut, knotting in your stomach almost painfully. 

Suddenly, the heady room resounds with a wet gasp - and only later do you realize that it came from Geto himself.

Because oh, are you cumming - and it’s pulled out from all of Geto’s filthiest wet dreams. Because not only do you cum, you’re squirting all down the lower half of his pretty face. Your thighs squeezing tighter and tighter around his head with each crashing wave of pleasure. 

“Shit- ngh-” you’re sobbing out, cheeks wet with all the big, bulbous tears that your high brings. “Oh fuck- Sugu m’cumming m’cumming n’ s’all your fault- ah-”

“M’not addicted.” Is all he can spit out into your convulsing pussy, over and over like his own personal mantra. And it’s only when your orgasm bates into mere tingles, when your eyes roll back down from the back of your head, head just slightly clearer that he can manage to rip himself away. 

Still, groaning gutturally at the loss of your sweet, sweet cunt - he looked so pretty this way. 

Dark hair untamed, curtaining his glassy, pussydrunken eyes. Practically glowing in the dim lighting, devouring you just as much as his mouth had. Glossy, it drip! drip! drips down onto your shaky thighs with every bead of your juices he’d lapped up. Leaving a syrupy aftertaste on his tongue and shit, was he hooked. 

In a split-second, Geto’s smoothly towering his body over yours, placing a sodden kiss right on your lips to let you taste all the honeyed sweetness yourself. 

But just as you were distracted by how rudely he was claiming your tongue, you’re feeling the sharp smack! of something hard and swelteringly hot on your shamelessly spread pussy. His knot.

And then the squelch of ribbon after ribbon of Geto’s hot cum spurting out. Over and over. 

His body half-collapses onto yours, every gushing wave of sticky seed so violent that his head throws back, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Shit, orgasms during a rut always did crash headfirst. Always did have his furiously weepy head dripping out in overly voluminous dredges of thick cum.

“Jus’ ohhh- one more t-taste before I hngh- breed this cute cunt.” Geto hiccups, wet lashes batting up at you in a lazy way from in-between your legs. Long tongue dragging over the mess, smearing across the sheen of white. Every single pearlescent wisp - only to spit it back out onto your cunt. “For now.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Please…”

You’re snapping your head down at Choso teary plea, pecking at the corner of his wobbly lips. All pinkened and kissed raw, wobbling when he begs, “F-for my first knot can I oh- cum inside, baby?”

Shit, your poor boyfriend was so pretty looking up at you with his twinkling, dewy eyes like this. His creamy skin flushed, twitchy fingers craning upwards to grab at the headboard to keep some sense of his sanity when you glide your dripping wet cunt down his cock.

His mouth gasps open in a feverish puff of your name over and over when your gooey walls in turn just squeeze around his sweltering hot girth. Velvety walls sucking up every thrumming vein down his length.

“Please— ah-” Choso’s breath hitches upwards in both volume and pitch when your hips slam down in a particularly harsh squelch! Mouth lolling open at both the filthy way you were riding him and your teasing silence. “Baby- oh, baby please say- s-something-”

You can’t stop your syrupy giggle from escaping your lips, “Awww, m’sorry Cho, What did you say you wanted again?”

And Choso has always been the type to be so greedy when he has you in bed - but you’ve never seen him like this. His first ever rut - a late bloomer - and oh, did that make him extra sensitive. 

Mouth slacking open into a broken cry, frustrated droplets of sweat beading down his forehead, his slender hips just rut upwards in a pressurized thrust that has your sloppy pussy dragging down every one of his swollen inches. 

Spearheading so deliriously deep, his length swirls around to easily massage your tenderized sweet spots.

So needy.

“Want to- want to cum inside–” he whines, thick lashes fluttering at the heavenly feeling inside you. You feel two of his soft palms attach themselves to your hips, bleary gazing tilting downwards to watch himself grind up, up, up trying desperately to squeeze his achingly fat knot into your tight pussy. “Wanna make ya a momma. T-to breed my pretty omega, please- S’calling to me- it hurts ah-”

“My poor baby–” you’re humming, with that honeyed tone of yours that makes the very end of his furiously leaky cock twitch. Leaning down to kiss away his big, pearlescent tears, “You sure you want to-”

“Yes!” he’s cutting you off with a long, dragged-out groan. Head throwing back over and over into the plush pillows when he’s feeling your snug, swollen pussy lips spread over the bulging curve of his knot. Bit by bit. “Yes yes yes- please more- hngh- t-take it all– needa-” One of his thumbs caresses right over where he knew your womb to be, feeling for the nudge of his thick, bulbous head swipe a wet glide across your walls. “-need to make you mine here, too.”

Just as he’s pressing the thick curve of his thumb down hard, both of your ravenous bodies glide together in a harsh ram. 

And shit - you already knew by the way that Choso’s dilated eyes roll to the back of his head, the way his biceps flex with a wracking shudder, the sudden cracking moan of your name - that he’d plugged you full of his knot.

With a gasp your heady senses catch up around the staggeringly wide stretch. The way this was all it took for your elastic walls to constrict around him, being pushed to your very limits. Pulled taut.

Then and only then do the both of you realize that both of you are cumming. 

Your toes curling, moaning out a shrill, “Shit- shit shit shit- I’m–” Before the zaps of white-hot pleasure take over your mind, being fucked pathetically stupid on Choso’s raging cock. 

His feet plant flat on the silken sheets to buck up in meeting your sloppy staccato, his hipbones smack into yours in hard kisses to drag out your pleasure. 

“Yes- oh god.” It’s just about all that he can whimper out right now, and he’s boring his eyes up at you like you were one. Strong arms wrap around your still-shivering waist, until Choso was whispering in hot puffs against your ear, “Gonna fill this ah fuck- t-tight pussy.” Nodding you through every thick wad of seed knocking at your womb, drool dripping down each side of his lips. It overspills - from both lips. “Y-you’ll take it right? Every drop? Gonna hngh- make me a fuck- daddy, right, baby–?”

Fuck, right now all you can do is squeal. 

Let yourself be easily manhandled by all of Choso’s strength when he flips the two of you over, kneeing apart your thighs to fold you in half for him. A thorough mating press, “Yeah- yeah you are-” he breathes into your lips. “She’s gonna have my eyes- n’ your p-pretty smile ah- n’ she’ll call ya ‘momma’ and ohh-”

Just then, for how badly Choso wanted you all full of his knot, he finds himself bawling at the way his stuttering hips can no longer thrust into you back and forth. Locked in place.

“Still gotta-” he’s gasping out through wet licks up the tears streaming down your face. And there’s something so darkly primal in Choso’s tone - something there to send shivers down your spine, to remind you exactly what he is in a rut. “-gotta fill ya up more, ngh- m’still so hard- still cumming, baby.” Furiously, he’s grinding his hips in needy gyrations, weepy cock surging further and further to knock up against your g-spot. “Still need to- breed- you-”

One of Choso’s palms comes pressing down hard onto where his cum was sloshing around your inner walls, and with the dredges of creamy white that spill out - so does his slightly-softened knot.

Enough for him to grin such a dangerous grin. 

Drunken, humorless. Whispering, “Please, baby- c-can my second knot be inside, t-too?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - NO CONTROL!

“Fuck-” you’re hearing Sukuna’s ragged grunt against your ear, low and dark in a way that only his deep baritone could be. “Fuck.”

Oh how you wanted to ask him what was wrong - you wanted to raise your bleary eyes from the silken pillows spread across his royal bed. 

But Sukuna was plummeting his hefty cock into you so deeply, pound after pound that has you scrambling to catch your breath desperately. His thick head was branding circular bruises at the very end of your spongy cervix, girthy shaft stretching you from the inside out. 

And this was only his human form.

He curses at the clingy grip of your gooey walls, unable to tear his devilishly red eyes away from how well your sodden folds were puffed up around him. Milking his staggering size so well.

It has his kiss-bitten lips a little looser than he’d have liked, “Fuck, this filthy pussy of yours mighta jus’ th-thrown me into a rut, brat.”

“What?” you’re gasping, all the air tucked away in your lungs being fucked with another shuddering slam into you. Your limbs tremble where you’re bounced against his hard front on all fours, barely managing to choke out, “Y-you’re in a rut, Kuna?”

“Heh, yes.”

Sukuna can’t help but bark out a rumbling bout of laughter at the way your pretty mouth falls slack. Drool dripping down the side of your lips in a way that he really can’t help but crane over his hulking body to lick. A long, languid drag of his tastebuds.

“Yeahhh- really did kickstart my hah- rut. You naughty girl- now I hafta breed this cute cunt.” Five of his thick fingers kiss the very curve of your ass in a sudden swat, and the sting makes your cunt drool down his inches. Gliding down in a greedy trail to curl around the urgent swelling at his already-thick hilt, he swipes at the syrupy translucent beads of your slick pooling at the very top. “Yet, how come you’re more hngh- affected than me, huh, silly girl?”

Laughably, the only things that your blabbing mouth could get out right now were a few cockdrunken whines and whimpers. 

Music to Sukuna’s ears. That is, until-

“Hah! Sukuna!”

That makes him snap his scrunched eyes open - shit, when did he even close them? Sculpted, broad chest heaving with shuddering inhales for air, and a sudden wave of fatigue mixed with the saccharine sweet high of being sunken into your drooling pussy hits him.

It has him handling two of his hands into a bruising grip on the small of your waist, and the other two-

Other two?

“Y-you–” you’re mewling, each one of your throaty moans spilling and slurring together at how utterly full you felt. Double the sinful stretch of just mere moments before. “-you shifted into your ngh- true form!”

Indeed, the notorious king of curses was so hypnotized by your pussy that he hadn’t even realized when he’d slid back into his true form. Beefy biceps flexing as his inhuman hold on your body roughens, twin cocks spearheading into you maddeningly. 

His pheromones are so overpowering right now, the slight tinge of spice and metal makes the omega in you already purr in satisfaction.

“Y-yeah?” He’s gritting out through clenched teeth, and those sharpened canines make you clench. Makes him use every shred of willpower to pretend that he wasn’t as fucking out of control as he was right now. “N-n’ what about it, brat? Don’t hear ya ah- complainin’.”

Yeah, he’s letting his head throw back, totally on purpose, right? 

Twice the stretch had your teeth sinking down into the pillows. Matchingly throbbing girths drawing matching glides down all your sweet spots, you feel him jostle and bump into each of his cocks. Kissing dripping wet kisses to your cervix and your g-spot your cervix and your g-spot- Gurgling out only little pleas-

“Wha’s this-” you’re hearing Sukuna seethe from above you, voice a few octaves higher than usual. One of his towering palms easily wraps around both your wrists. Hoisting you upwards, “-started my rut n’ now you’re not letting me hear it?”

You’re now fully supported in midair by him - his absolute favorite position.

Because of the perfect angle to spy the way your cunt was swallowing every one of his powerfully pressurized thrusts. 

To have his seeping hot cum trickle out of your surely overspilling cunt - down to his achingly tight balls. Where he’d scold you for wasting his precious seed, and then fuck it back into you all over again.

Because with this, Sukuna’s dancing up one hand about halfway up your stomach, pressing down brandingly where he can feel the bulge of his two thick cocks. “Guess tha’s hah- twice the amount m’gonna fill ya up-” Pressing down with all five digits splayed out. Hard. Your body erupts with tremors when his second hand toys deftly with little circles around your puffed-up clit. “-twice my chances of g-gettin’ an heir-” 

You’re bouncing uncontrollably back and forth into Sukuna’s riotous hips, making him gulp at the few strings of wispy white spurting out of his furiously weepy divots. 

Half-deliriously, he wonders whether you’d be able to take two knots.

Shit, his fattening knots leave wet thwacks at your pussy lips, those ringing squelches only growing louder and louder in your ear as soon as his third hand scissors open your messy entrance even further. Vision spinning when your honeyed scent has him shooting blanks already, stickily soaked balls clenching painfully. 

Again. And again and again-

You were putty in his hands, surely at his mercy. “So the o-only question now is–” Or, at least, that’s what Sukuna was making it seem. Grunting, when he knows he’s on the very tipping point of cumming in such thick, voluminous wads already. “-are ya gonna be a good queen n’ gimme all that?”

He was no match for you.

♡ GOJO SATORU - Like an animal

“Sweetheart- oh, sweetheart—” Gojo’s leering after a hefty gulp of saliva, his breathing comes out in pants. Heaves. Fanning your face in an utterly feverish way, “Sweetheart, we’re not making it outta this alive.” 

And this was the fifth time he was echoing this mantra tonight - the fifth time since breaking down your apartment door into the tiniest of splinters. The floor rattling as the strongest strode his way to take you right then and there on your living room table, already in the throes of his rut.

Ready to ruin.

Looking like he was about to kill.

“Toru- Toru someone could walk by-” you’re gasping, barely able to catch your breath with the sheer, staggering amounts of punishing thrust he was planting on your cunt. Shoveling all thickened inches into you with no mercy or regret. “They’re g-gonna see, Toru–”

Not to mention, the sudden crack! of mahogany wood as the cool surface of the table sags down on one side. Already broken. 

And the first thing you’re being given in response is the powerful slap! of his swollen knot against your puffy pussy lips, leaving a stinging kiss that has you keening. 

The second is your back hitting the soft bounce of your plush mattress - all the way in your bedroom. Teleported in nothing but a split-second. 

“S-s’this ah okay, then?” Gojo tongue half-lolls out with his broken moans, and your glassy eyes peer through your lashes at those bolts of purple jujutsu at the very edges of his half-lidded eyes. “Can’t complain now- h-huh- can’t ah– jus’ let me fill ya up now.”

God, he’s fucking himself pathetically stupid on your gummy cunt, every slobbering drag down your velvety walls having his lids drooping closer together, minty scent puffing out mindlessly, words tinging with a primal sort of hoarseness. 

You’re squealing at the wet thwacks! when he’s pounding you into your fresh silken sheets. “Y-you’re so infuriating-”

And just as your mouth opens in a sloppy whine, Gojo’s taking the lewd opportunity to spit a wad of syrupy sweet saliva onto your tongue. Grinning at the breathless way you’re taking it all - on instinct. By nature. 

“And yet your o-omega loves me as ah- much as ever, huh?” he whispers down at your pretty self, words honeyed with the sort of smugness that only Gojo Satoru could have. 

As if to prove his little point, he’s crushing you even harder with his weight. Strong arms jostling your limply falling legs to lock around his neck so easily, and shit- he could feel the way the very end of his fat, rotund head poke into the bullseye of your g-spot. Sensitive slit swiping back and forth on your heavenly cunt-

But it still wasn’t enough.

CRACK!

Just as soon as the creaking protest of the bed rings across your dazed mind, Gojo’s hauling the two of you into a sitting position. Your cunt sat prettily down his long cock, being bounced up and down with the help of his jittery hands clenched roughly around your waist. 

“Wh-what-” you mewl, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Nails digging red hot marks down the plane of his milky shoulders, “What even b-brought this on–”

“Some fucking curse-” he’s rolling his eyes, with a mindless swat of the slender, rounded tips of his fingers on your clit. Bringing them up, up, up to be popped into his mouth - making him moan. “Heh- can’t help but think about how much sweeter you’d be when I finally breed this pretty cunt.”

And you didn’t realize just how badly Gojo Satoru was ruined because that tiny smack has bands of electricity spiking through your entire body. Arching your spine into a delicious bow that makes his mouth water. 

“Y-your powers-”

“And?”

Electricity sparks at your lips when Gojo’s crashing his own against yours - literally. 

“Please-” he weeps out. And it’s enough to make you sob, your dripping walls being coated in another fresh wave of his precum. “Lemme make a m-momma outta ya- fuck this hngh- cunt till she c-can’t anymore-” His hefty balls shifting underneath your ass with each clench, each twitch. “Wanna ahh- breed you so bad- think I might just die, sweetheart.”

He was losing it. 

He was cumming - and so were you.

Spurting out wave after wave of sweltering hot cum that invades your insides, there’s so much of it. Sloshing around your snug channel sloppily, it’s coating your cervix in a sticky gloss. And you swear you could feel the thick dredges of his seed ooze down your gooey walls. 

Your teeth gnaw at Gojo’s flushed skin on the crook of his neck - and his on yours. Breaking skin, tasting the metallic tinge of red. 

The very taste is enough to have him dumping out another great load of his cum, overstuffing your poor cunt until you could feel yourself swell. It’s enough to drive you mad. 

And enough to have Gojo stuffing his bulging know past your swollen folds with a drawn-out moan of your name. Pretty lower lip quivering, dewy eyes firmly drooping shut as he’s bulling into the feeble ring of muscle. 

Tight. 

“Take it- sweetheart- take it all–” he’s whimpering into your ear, powerful legs jittering upwards to have his cum splurge into every nook and cranny of your cunt. Fingers thrumming jujutsu down your spine, “Sweetheart, sweetheart ah- fuck-” You can only bare your widened eyes at him as he looks over your shoulder, grinning. “The bed’s broken.”

Before you know it, you’re being splayed out on the floor - teleported. 

You’re wincing at the slow, swiveling grind of Gojo’s hips on your own. Too impatient to even let his knot go down before trying to fuck you through your high, teasing out slow pushes and pulls against your cum-coated sweet spots. “Y-you did that on p-purpose, Toru.”

“Y’know what e-else I did on purpose, sweetheart–” his slurring words are accompanied with another smack! to your cunt. And an even filthier press on your stomach to watch his cum dribble out, which Gojo gladly smears along his fingers - pressing into your mouth to let you taste the candied mess. 

“Wh-what?”

Whispering in your ear, “Hah- getting hit by the curse.”

A/N. Of COURSEEE I had to end it off with a guilty pleasure of mine mwahaha

Plagiarism not authorized.

[wainawtmai]

thinking of sukuna and bimbo!reader who people assume are a pair of kinky fucks. They see Sukuna’s aggressive demands and your quickness to follow them and think he’s the meanest dom and you his pretty little sub. His to tie up, spank and berate while you mewl and whimper pathetically for more.

well, the two of you are definitely kinky…

…no one would believe that the huge and terrifying Ryomen Sukuna liked to be used and tied up. With pretty pink ropes that you use to bind his thick muscular thighs to his ankles and his arms to his wrists. They wouldn’t believe the way your pretty doe eyes light up sadistically as you edge him till he growls, promising vengeance.

“you wanna cum, ‘kuna?” You ask sweetly, dragging the sparkly peach acrylic of your nail up his twitching, leaking cock. “if I don’t get a response, I’ll leave you here and you’ll have to find your own way out of these ropes.”

“you wouldn’t fucking dare.” He snarls, red eyes leering at you as best as he could in his position. “I’ve had enough, make me come. Now.”

what a brat, you think, though this is standard for him, his dominant attitude and general sense of authority and entitlement. Despite the fact that he was literally trembling with need, cock forming a pool of pre all over his stomach.

“now that’s not nice, ‘kuna,” you pout, nails digging firmly into the hardened length of his cock. Sukuna jolts and grumbles out a curse, come spurting out of his abused cock pathetically. You watch it all with a tight smile, as he comes ropes and ropes all over himself all the while grunting and groaning your name.

“awww, you came,” you coo, loosening your grip around him, “without my permission.” Sukuna could still see your smile through his blurry gaze as he came down from his high, the crazy sort of look in your eyes. He’d done it now.

“just from the feeling of my fingers digging into your cock.” You trace the fading crescent imprints of your nails along his veiny length, humming at the sight, “such a slut for pain aren’t you, ‘kuna? Despite how much you pretend you’re not.” Your right hand once again circles his cum-soaked cock, left stuffing fingers into his mouth to silence him as you stroke him through overstimulation. He immediately bites down on your fingers and growls, straining against the ropes binding him as his cock aches deliciously.

“you asked to come, didn’t you?” You say, “I’m letting you come, ‘kuna.” You giggle as he thrashes against you, drooling all over your fingers as he tries and fails to glare at you through the intertwining pain and pleasure ebbing through him. the ropes feel too tight but the chaffing against his skin only makes his cock harder. he wants to stop—no, he needs to come.

his second orgasm tears through him, his groans soothing out into pathetic muffled moans. But of course you don’t stop, crazy woman. Your hands tighten and squeeze as you stroke him with no remorse. It hurts so good and you fucking know it, know he can’t resist his bottomless need to feel pain.

“do you want me to stop, ‘kuna?” Usually his pride would keep his lips sealed shut, but you’ve fucked everything out of him, loosened his sharp mouth. He doesn’t know how many times he’s come at this point. “Be good and ask nicely.”

you take your fingers out of his mouth and he hates the way he misses the fullness, “don’t…” he croaks, “stop.”

“god, you’re a freak.” You giggle, resuming your movements, relishing the slight whimper in his voice as your hand circles his throat, nails digging into his neck, and force another impossible orgasm out of him.

fuck, sukuna loved hated you.

[dollfacefantasy]

MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY ♡

pairing: older bf!!logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: you and logan make a little bet. who can last longer without sex? as much as he wants to deny it, he's starting to think the answer might be you.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, brief daddy kink (one mention)

a/n: a commission for my sweet @sleepyluxe who i love so very much <33 this fic takes place after the events of dofp when things are fixed.

Seven days. One week. A quarter of a month. That's how long it had been since Logan and you had fucked.

It was brutal. Some may say he's being dramatic, but that's because they've never had the luxury of you. They couldn't understand losing a paradise they've never experienced. The past several days he's felt like a man wandering through a barren desert, the oasis in sight but never close enough to drink from. Absolute torture.

Unfortunately, this situation came about because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

You'd been getting some work done late last Sunday evening. Just a few plans for the upcoming school week. Your fingers punched away at your computer while Logan lay on the bed twirling a stray cigar between his fingers.

"How many more pages you got?" he asked, boosting his head up to glance at you.

At the sound of his voice, you spun your chair around to face him. "Not that many. Just finalizing a few details for the field trip they're taking the kids on next weekend," you said.

"You're not even going. Why're they making you do that?"

The fat stick of tobacco continued to glide between his digits. One of your legs crossed over the other as you watched him.

"I'm not going because I offered to do all the planning," you reminded him. 

Your eyes stayed on the tantalizing movements of his fingers.

"You know you can't smoke in here, so don't even think about it," you said.

He rolled his eyes and puffed air through his pursed lips as if that was an outrageous warning. Sitting up, he put the cigar back in the drawer on his side of the bed. He rose to his feet and began to cross the room in your direction.

"Maybe you should give me something else to do with my mouth then," he teased, his voice lowering to the octave that reverberated with want for you.

Then it was your turn to roll your eyes. You turned your chair back toward the desk and continued grazing your fingertips over the raised letters.

It didn't deter him though. He kept on in your direction, stopping only when he was directly behind the backing of your seat.

His hands landed on your shoulders, fingers massaging the tight muscles fanning out from your neck. He leaned forward so his head hovered beside yours. You could hear each breath he took. The smell of that cigar lingered around his form even if he hadn't lit up tonight.

"C'mon, babydoll. You've been working so hard. A little break won't hurt you," he murmured, lips pressing against your cheekbone.

"I have to have these done by tomorrow morning. Just give me a few minutes, and then I'll be done for the night and completely focused on you," you'd rebuffed him gently.

But that didn't satisfy Logan. When he wanted you, he got you. He proceeded with his tender touches and luring pecks. You remained focused on your work though. He figured he should vary his approach.

"Just let me make you feel good then, honey. Give you some extra motivation," he whispered. His dedicated hands drifted to your waist, squeezing in a way that teased the idea of lifting you up and putting you on his lap. As good as it would've felt to be full of him, you knew you had to get this done.

"You're so bad," you said with a smile, head falling back a little as his mouth moved to your neck, "You act like you haven't gotten any in decades."

"Is that your way of telling me you're getting tired of me?" he teased.

"No. I'm just saying you're insatiable. It's getting to the point where I don't think you could live without me," you responded with a tone matching his in arrogance.

His eyebrow raised, and he pulled back a little to laugh. "That so?"

"Mhm," you nodded. Your sweet eyes stared him down, begging him to disagree.

Looking back, he wishes he could travel through time again to slap any further words out of his mouth. He should've just agreed! Should've told you that you were absolutely right. That he can't live without you, can't survive this life if he doesn't get to slip inside of you at the end of each day. He should've waited the fifteen minutes it would've taken you to finish your paperwork and then gotten laid.

But he didn't do any of that. He had to keep going and dig himself into a deeper hole.

"Don't act so innocent, princess. You're just as bad as me," he'd said.

"No way," you'd huffed, smirking with amusement, "I want you a totally normal amount. You want me like every second of the day. If you could, I don't think you'd ever let me do anything. You'd probably keep me chained to the bed, yours for the taking at all times of the day.

"Like you wouldn't love that. I'm not the one pawing at you every morning, whining about how bad I need it," he taunted.

"Oh shut up, that's happened like a couple times. Every day you're right in my ear, feeling me up. You practically drag me away from what I'm doing when you wanna fuck," you fired back, "I am nowhere near as bad as you."

And then he'd spoken the three cursed words that launched him into this predicament.

"You wanna bet?"

You laughed more at that and nodded again. "Sure. Because I know I'll win."

And that unofficial vow of celibacy was why the two of you had been dancing around each other for the past week. He was starting to feel like that old love song counting the amount of time it'd been since he had you beneath him last. Fifteen hours and seven days or however it went.

You didn't make this trying time any easier for him either. That night he went to sleep with blue balls. The next morning, he woke up to you getting ready. You weren't dressed in your usual style of clothing though. Instead, you had on a dress, Logan's favorite dress of yours. You'd styled your hair real pretty too, letting it compliment your features in the best way.

As his heavy lids blinked open to consciousness, he watched you fasten a shimmering necklace over your collarbone. It sat just above the neckline of the chiffon fabric that adorned your bust.

You caught his waking eyes with your own in the reflective glass, turning to look at him with a bright smile. 

Despite his bleary vision, he could hear the light steps of you prancing over to him. The mattress dipped with your weight as you sat down and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Your fingers slid through his dark hair just the way he likes, with your nails scratching his scalp a little. Worst of all, that close, the scent of your perfume became all consuming. It hit him harder than normal. He wasn't sure if he should blame you or himself for predicting the trials of the coming days.

He hummed in acknowledgement of your presence and nuzzled into your palm.

"Hey, sleepyhead," you cooed, your voice extra soft and sweet. It was too caring to be seductive, but of course, that's where his mind went anyways.

"Hey, baby," he'd mumbled.

"I gotta go drop off that paperwork, but I'll see you later. I love you," you whispered in return before laying one more column of kisses from the tip of his nose back to his forehead.

Then you'd left, leaving him half-hard and yearning for you. A pattern that would plague him over the next week.

Each day it was some new form of torture. The day after that, you'd worked extra hard in the danger room, coming back to him at night covered in a light sheen of sweat. Your heady natural scent filled the bedroom in moments.

The following afternoon, you wanted to cuddle when you both had some free time. The fact that you draped your leg over his torso, slotting your clothed cunt right against his hip, inches away from his cock, was pure accident of course.

Over the last few days, your games have become less specific. You peppered your speech with innuendo. Looked at him with your fuck-me eyes and spoke in the tone you always used seconds before he ended up bending you over the nearest surface.

He tried to fight back, he really did. He stopped wearing a shirt in your shared room. Every time he talked to you, he made sure to rub your ass or stroke your cheek. He was so desperate he stooped to embarrassing levels of lovey-dovey when the two of you were alone. But no matter what he tried, it seemed like you'd been right. Of your pair, you had the superior restraint.

With each passing hour, his frustration grew.

Today, it reaches its zenith.

The mansion is empty because it's Sunday. All the students and other teachers are out on the trip to the observatory today. You and Logan are the only remaining residents in the school. He ended up not having to tag along with the rest of the group after volunteering to fix the sprinklers bordering the school's patio. Babysitting kids had never been his forte even with all the practice he gets at it now. Simple handiwork he could do no problem.

The two of you take the morning to sleep in. This was a rare occasion where no early meetings or classes occupied your schedules. You stay tangled up together well past sunrise.

Logan is the first to leave the warmth and comfort of your embrace. He pulls himself from the nest of pillows and blankets, stretching his limbs out as he does. He rubs the tiredness from his features before rising and heading to the wardrobe to pull on some clothes.

In addition to his normal black t-shirt and jeans, he grabs the tool belt on his way out to the lawn. He slings it around his hips before walking through the back door. Heading past the basketball court and rows of hedges, he finds the line of leaking sprinklers besides them. It would probably take him a while given that he had to first identify the source of the problem and then recalibrate all of them with the adjustment.

He sighs but gets to work. At least he'd have a distraction from the desires haunting him.

Crouching in the dewy grass next to the little faucets, he begins examining the hard plastic shells. To his surprise, scanning for breaks does attach his mind to the task and give him a brief reprieve. It's quiet outside. Besides a small chirp from a distant bird or a grunt out of him, no other sounds echo over the open space. The sun shines in the sky, but it's not beating down on him. The air tickles his skin with warmth but not to the point of being miserably humid.

All the conditions meet in the perfect middle to keep him calm. It's the most peace he's had since he agreed to this bet between the two of you.

But all that tranquility is shattered about a half hour later when he hears the patter of footsteps against the stone pathway. From around the tall thicket of green foliage, comes you. Your face breaks out into a smile the second you burst into his vision. He would look the same if not for what you'd decided to wear.

You trot over to him across the grass in a pair of tiny black shorts with lacy frills on the hems. They sway with each of your movements, highlighting the shape of your legs. A gray camisole graces your upper half; a delicate white bow sits at the center of the collar, dead center between your breasts. The fit of the garment displays the contour of your chest just right. He feels like he's gonna start drooling before you make it near.

Despite his reaction, the outfit wasn't that provocative. It wasn't like you'd strutted out in lingerie. But he was so pent up that a flash of your ankle in the proper lighting could probably get him hard.

Bounding up to him, you wrap his body in a tight hug. Every curve of your form presses up against him.

"Look at you, working so hard," you praise playfully with a kiss to his cheek.

He laughs it off, returning the hug in an attempt to be normal, so you wouldn't see how vulnerable he was right now, how this was the perfect opportunity to strike. He couldn't let you know that in this moment, he could easily become the prey.

"Were you missing me already?" he asks, rubbing his free hand up and down your spine.

"Mhm. Woke up and you were gone," you reply. You nuzzle the crook of his neck, planting a few electric kisses on his skin.

"I didn't wanna wake you. You're pretty cute when you're sleeping," he mutters.

"Well now I'm gonna be cute out here with you," you say and pull back. You peck his lips one more time before plopping down in the grass behind him.

He glances back at you to see what that means. All you're doing is sitting there. Your legs extend out in front of you, straightened for his eyes to rake over. You lean back with your palms against the moist greenery below you.

"You don't got anything better to do with your day off?" he asks.

That earns him a small pout. "If you want me to leave, I will. I just wanna spend time with you."

He can tell by your tone that your intentions aren't so innocent. You're leading him into allowing your presence. But denying his girlfriend has never been one of the wolverine's strengths so of course, he acquiesces.

"Relax. I'm not telling you to go anywhere," he says as he turns back to his work, "I just don't think this will be that interesting to you."

"Watching you do anything is interesting to me," you joke back.

He rolls his eyes and gets back to work.

At first, things are smooth as before. He continues messing with the small, bendy pipes. You're quiet behind him. Almost too quiet, but he lets it go for now since he thinks he's found the source of the malfunction.

It doesn't take long to patch up. The more difficult part is going to each individual head and fixing the tightness. His fingers twist the little knobs to the correct settings. He then turns to you when he's finally done.

The sight of you feels like a gust of fresh air filling his lungs. You're laid out where you were before, but you've reclined across the ground. One of your arms is sprawled outwards, soaking up the sunlight while the other lazily covers your eyes. Your shadow outlines your figure against the emerald blades below you.

You look luscious and ripe, like a precious fruit ready to be picked and devoured. In any other circumstance, that's exactly what he'd do. He'd spread you out further for him and take you apart piece by piece. He wanted your nectar running down his chin with each savoring lap of his tongue. He craved the feeling of your heat wrapped around him, your walls massaging his shaft during every punishing thrust.

Imagining it now only gets the blood pumping down South to his hardening length.

He runs a hand over his hair and sighs. Why didn't he do that now? What was the point of this stupid fucking contest? It's not like there was anything on the line. The only stake was his pride, which to be honest, he'd already compromised for you multiple times over the course of your relationship.

Unbuckling the leather from his waist, he discards the tool belt. Next he peels his shirt from his body and tosses it to the side.

He makes his way to you on the grass. He drops to his knees and leans forward. His muscular frame cages you in against the ground. Starting at your navel, he drags his nose up your body. He coasts over the valley between your breasts and past your collar bone. His soft exhales breeze across your throat before he finally reaches your cheek. With a gentle pull, he clears your arm from your face.

Your eyes flutter to adjust to the sunlight beaming down on them again. They take in the vision of him so close to you and the way he gazes down with adoration.

"Hey, pretty girl," he says, his voice much softer than it'd been before, "You falling asleep on me?"

His thumb rubs over your jawline while the other strokes the crown of your head. A smile blooms across your lips. You can't help it with how he's behaving.

"No... well, maybe a little. I think you were right. Sprinklers are pretty boring," you say.

He grins and leans in to kiss your lips. With the exchange he hopes to communicate everything he doesn't want to say. I give up. You win.

You reach up and cup his scruffy cheeks. Your tongue swipes against his lips, sensing his longing for intimacy. He allows you in, and you deepen the connection. A long breath oozes from your nostrils.

He presses you down against the ground further as your hands slide over the little white streaks in his hair. Your fingers embed themselves in his locks. You feel his hands sliding down your body. They stop at your hips and give the plush flesh a squeeze.

It's obvious what he wants, but in case there was any doubt, his digits then hook around the top of your shorts and give them a tug.

A giggle bubbles up out of you against his mouth. You pull back to look at him with smug eyes.

"Is that your way of admitting I was right?" you ask.

He grumbles and ducks his head down to start kissing your neck. "Don't get cocky or I'll change my mind."

That makes you laugh more. You yank on his hair and pull him back up to look at you. 

"No you won't," you tease and brush your noses together. Looking into his eyes again, you can see how bad he wants this. "Just say it."

"Say what?"

"Say you're giving in. And that I win. And that you can't live without me."

He gives you a blank stare. Silently, he contemplates if there's any way around this. He wonders if there's a way he can avoid utter humiliation.

"C'mon, baby. Throw an old dog a bone," he grumbles.

Giggling, you shake your head. "Nuh uh. I wanna hear you say it."

He sighs and rolls over, pulling you on top of him. You straddle his hips with learned ease. Your smile glows from this angle. The sunlight above cascades over your frame and only further accentuates your body in your tight clothes. He rubs his hands up and down your sides. His dick is already at half-mast under the denim that covers his lower body. Your heat rests right on top of it, teasing him through the barriers of cloth. It dangles what he could have if he gives you what you want right before him.

The words that challenged you and created this trap for himself came out so easy. Why couldn't these be the same?

To coax him along, you grind down the slightest bit. The pressure's so light and gentle, a mere graze of your mound on the outline of his growing bulge. He hisses at the feeling.

"Just admit it," you say, planting your palms on his chest, "Just say I was right and you were wrong."

He watches you above him, knowing you're not going to drop this. If he wanted this self-invoked dry spell to end, he'd have to make it happen.

You roll your hips down with more force, impatient to hear him comply with your request. A small whimper leaks out of you. He can tell from that sound alone that you're getting worked up. That arousal is beginning to collect between your thighs.

The thought of it makes his need for you almost biological. His hands clamp around your waist and press you down harder. He rocks his up a little to meet your own movements.

"I need you so bad, princess," he sighs, his eyes shutting as he takes in the dull pleasure of you on top of him.

"Then you can say what I told you," you tease.

"What was it again?" he asks as he continues dragging your covered pussy back and forth along his now fully hard shaft.

"Say you're giving in. That I win. And that you can't live without me," you remind him, visibly proud of your victory.

With a sigh, he repeats, "I'm giving in. You win. I can't live without you."

You smile and laugh as if it was the best thing you'd ever heard. Your head falls back with glee before coming up so you can see his face again.

"Actually, can you say that again? I'm gonna grab my phone. That way I can film it this time. I just wanna have a record-" you continue to tease, but you're cut off by your own squeal when he grabs you and flips you back over onto your back. He keeps you quiet by smashing his lips against yours as your back thuds against the grass.

This kiss burns hotter than the last one. His mouth moves with bruising passion as he pulls your shorts down your legs for real. You help him by kicking them loose. His hands roam around over your smooth skin.

He glances down and finds what he thought he felt. No panties.

Eyes flitting back up to you, he shakes his head. "You were gonna give in anyways," he accuses.

"Yeah, but you gave in first," you giggle.

A small growl rumbles in his chest, but he still leans in to pull your tank top up. He brings it across your stomach, letting your breasts fall free as he bunches the material above them. He cups the plump flesh, taking a look at the beauty he holds in his palms. You watch him in the fleeting interval in which you're forced to separate.

"So... since I win, what do I get?" you continue to gloat.

"My dick inside you," he answers as his fingers yank his zipper open and shove down his pants in a similar fashion to your shorts.

"But I'm gonna get that anyways. I think I should get a real prize," you say, aiming to stoke the flames higher.

Your hips get hauled closer across the grass, so fast that you're in danger of having green smeared across your skin.

"I don't think you'll be complaining in a few minutes, ya little brat," he mumbles.

His fist pumps over his cock as he lines it up between your legs. The leaky tip smears some precum over your folds before he slides inside. He groans as he sinks in, cherishing the feeling after the week of its absence.

You're quick to adjust to the stretch. With a sharp breath, your back arches off the grass. He had already snapped back and slammed in again. You knew he wouldn't be patient after being deprived of this. Watching him above you, your eyes study how his chest puffs in and out with harsh breaths. His strong arms extend down on either side of your head, his fists holding clumps of grass between them. 

It's a gorgeous view, but you know it can't beat the feeling.

"Closer..." you whine and grab at his shoulders, pulling him down so he's right on you and smothering your body against the turf, "Missed you, old man."

"How many times have I told you to quit it with that?" he asks as his pelvis begins setting a rhythm.

"Enough to know that I'm never gonna," you say. It's the last thing you can get out before moans shatter your plans to speak.

His warm flesh pounds against yours over and over. Your body rocks with the bounce of him on top of you. It feels so good. The world feels bright again, like you'd transitioned from an existence of black and white to living in color. It was so open out here but also so empty. Like you and him were the only two people on earth.

Your voice tapers off. Words become second to whimpers of pleasure. His hands grope the swell of your ass before returning to your sides for steady leverage.

"We'll have to work on that then," he grunts, "If you're not gonna stop, I'll just have to make sure you can't speak at all."

You preen at the idea, clutching at his muscular shoulders and back. He pants right next to your ear. Each stroke drives deep into you, brushing a spot that had ached for him to touch it again.

"Never wanna go that long again," you babble around whines.

"Me neither, baby. Think you were right. Not being able to feel this pretty little pussy every day almost killed me," he says.

A rush of euphoria flows through you upon hearing that. Your moans become more breathy, more full of need for him. You grab one of his wrists and tug his hand off your hip, pushing it in between your legs.

He knows what you want. His fingers apply some pressure and rub at your swollen bundle of nerves. Immediately, he's rewarded with a whine out of you and a buck from your hips.

"Impatient," he huffs between a set of deep thrusts.

"I won," you retort, "I get to do what I want."

Even in the heat of the moment, he chuckles at your petulant tone. His hips keep rutting against you on the grass. He's sure his next task of yard-work will be covering the mysterious indents in the soil out here.

"I needa cum, Logan," you whine several seconds later, "So close."

"Yeah? You need it, sweetheart? Need to let it out after keeping it from me for so long?"

Your head bobs up and down in an enthusiastic nod. "Please, please, please."

"Well, it's like you said. You won. So I think you can finish when you're ready."

"Mmmm- o- ok..." you whimper out.

Your hips roll up and down to reciprocate the fast pace of his own. He's battering right up against that special spot inside you that makes your mind blank and your eyes gloss up.

With a handful of whimpers, you cum. Your face scrunches as your cunt tightens around him. His fingers keep up the same rhythm on your clit, swirling around the little bud through your pleasure high.

"That's my girl," he praises, "Let it all out for daddy."

Your body seizes up at that command. Every cell of your being somehow knows to obey. You stumble over words and let them leave your lips half formed.

He keeps driving into you as you're coming down, chasing his own release. You're well into the territory of overstimulation now, all parts of you fizzling like a lit sparkler.  Your thighs quiver against his sides violently. They lock around his waist when you finally feel him slam in and drain himself.

A loud groan erupts from him. He makes no effort to restrain it given that only the two of you are here to hear it. He fucks it into you, ricocheting himself against your center a couple more times and letting every last drop pour into your dripping hole.

When he feels sated, at least for the moment, he reluctantly pulls out. He takes a couple deep breaths as he watches a bit of his cum ooze out of you. It didn't matter though. That wouldn't be the last load you took today.

His body topples over next to yours on the natural ground. You both lie there for a few moments catching your breath before you roll onto your side to look at him.

You just stare for a few moments. Your eyes roam along the shape of his face to the slope of his jaw and the curve of his chest. Leaning in, you kiss the space below his ear.

He responds to the touch by curling his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side.

His head turns to meet your loving gaze.

"I think we have some more time to make up for," he says.

You respond with an eager nod and hop up to your feet. Both of you pull on the basics of the clothes you'd been wearing before and rush back into the mansion, giggling as you stumble through the halls like a couple of lovesick teenagers.

The door to your room stays shut for the rest of the day. You spend the remaining hours you have enmeshed in each other; intertwined with him enough to recover from the lack you'd put yourself through.

Logan doesn't venture beyond the barrier of your shared sanctuary until the sun has gone down and darkness coats the halls of the mansion.  He walks quietly, taking his steps carefully to ensure none of the wooden planks beneath him creak.

All he had to do was go downstairs and grab you some water. In and out. Five minutes. But as he rounds the turn into the room, Scott's already there, looking through the fridge. He freezes and stands there awkwardly in his black tank top and loose sweatpants.

Having heard the sounds of his footsteps, the other man glances over at him. 

"There you are. Didn't see you around when I got back," he says simply.

Logan shrugs, trying to play it casual. He walks across the room toward the cupboard that holds the glasses. The other man's eyes follow him. He can feel that even through the scarlet shades on his face.

"Haven't seen your other half either," Scott continues.

Logan can tell from the tone of his voice where this is going. 

"Don't call her that," he scoffs, forever downplaying his attachment to you, "She's tired. She's upstairs sleeping."

"On her day off? I wonder what would have her so drained," Scott replies. His tone is flat in contrast to the little smirk on his face.

"Don't start," Logan says. He goes to the fridge to fill your cup with water. The trickle of the fluid is the only sound in the room until Scott keeps going.

"I didn't say anything," he says, raising his hands in surrender, "Only that this is the best mood you've been in all week."

"A couple hours without you around does wonders for me," Logan grumbles, wishing the liquid would pour a little faster.

"I'm sure. A couple hours with no one else around. Just the two of you after you've both been stiff the whole week," he taunts, "It's ok to admit you're whipped."

Finally, the cup is full. Logan takes it and turns away, holding one finger up as he walks from the kitchen.

"See you tomorrow, Scott."

"Yeah. Tell her if she's feeling sore, she can skip the early meeting," he says with a little laugh.

[rachiqueen]

"A-ack-! U-urk-! A-aisoonnnnn~" Rachi's throat was tight but he couldn't stop shouting the other's name, Aisoon's fingers gripping him like a vice, causing the man's vision to swim as he road out one of the strongest, bone shattering orgasms of his entire life. He didn't know how Aisoon did it, but every time they had sex it only got better and better, blowing his mind away with how fucking incredible it felt. He was fucked senseless, choking on the hand that wrapped around his throat, his cock spilling he seed for what felt like forever, leaving a sticky mess all over his skin, Aisoon's hand, and the fucking stall door he was pressed up against. Outside, he heard a grunt, a sharp intake of breath, the watcher clearly enjoying the show that was being put on even if all he saw of it was through the small gap between the door and wall of the stall.

Aisoon released him and Rachi sucked in a breath of air. He turned to face Aisoon, leaning against the door, trying to catch his breath when the other demanded him to get on his knees and suck that huge cock that he had been dreaming about for weeks now. And Rachi didn't even care that he was still half-breathless and delirious, that his cock was overstimulated and aching despite having just painted the walls with his cum - he sunk onto the floor so quickly it's like he was pulled down by an invisible hand. His pink mouth parted to accept Aisoon's fingers, licking up his own cum with a loud moan while the man gripped his hair tight.

"Remember, you have an audience… Show them how lewd your mouth is… How you much you love my cock."

"F-fuckkkk, g-give it to m-mfffff," Rachi was cut off when Aisoon shoved his length inside his wet mouth, saliva immediately coating the hardened cock that seemed even bigger than before. It had just been inside his ass, drilling against his prostate, sending him to heaven, and Rachi sucked on it like his life depended on it. His nails dug crescent shapes into Aisoon's thick thighs as he gagged loudly around the man's cock that stuffed him full, his cheeks puffed out while wet noises echoed through the bathroom. He couldn't made one coherent sound like this, even though he tried. Love your cock teerak, Rachi wanted to say despite the mouthful of cock that had him instead moaning and gagging and choking. Want it deeper. Choke me with it. Make me taste you for days, weeks. Want to swallow your cum until I'm bursting, fuck my whore mouth til I can't talk anymore, fuuuuckk-

Muffled, wet, gagged noises came deep from Rachi's throat as he swallowed more of Aisoon in, fresh tears dripping from his blurry vision as his oxygen was cut off every time the man thrust inside of him. He couldn't get enough, he could do this all day, on his knees with nothing but Aisoon's cock to keep him full and stretched and satisfied.

Rachi could feel the way Aisoon's hot length twitched in he mouth, and he was ready to swallow every last salty drop if Aisoon decided to finish in there but the man instead pulled out, yanking Rachi to his feet and letting their mouths clash in a violent kiss. "Fuckkk," Rachi moaned loudly between the kisses. He could taste the saltiness of Aisoon on his tongue as it twisted against the other's, saliva trailing from the sides of his mouth and mixing in with the wet tears that dripped down his chin.

"Gimme that ass, spread it for me."

Rachi's back collided with the door of the stall when Aisoon pushed him against it, the loud sound invading the otherwise quiet bathroom. By now, Rachi's underwear had totally slipped down to the ground, joining his neglected pants and exposing his long and creamy legs. He steadied himself on one leg as Aisoon lifted up the other, exposing the hole that had just been pounded by him not long ago, stretched out and ready for more. "You gonna fill me up good, teerak?" Rachi panted as he reached for Aisoon's cock, squeezing it as he guided it towards his waiting hole. He dragged the wetness against his fluttering entrance, relaxing his body and releasing a shaky breath as he slipped it inside. He moaned loudly when as soon as it entered him, Aisoon thrust in powerfully, with Rachi now splaying his arms back on the unstable door behind him for purchase. His body was shoved back against the wood as Aisoon stuffed his cock deep inside of him, pounding at his ass with powerful thrusts.

"G-god~!" Rachi screamed, throwing his head back on the door, hearing the way it slam slam slammed from the strength of Aisoon's fucking, his ass smacking back against it. He was on his tip-toes, while his right leg was up behind Aisoon's shoulders, his hole sucking that huge cock in as if it didn't want to let go. His own dick quivered, fully spent and aching from having been empty, but it stirred with warmth, swaying with the movement of his body. "F-fuck me til I can't walk," Rachi mewled, reaching around to hold onto Aisoon's shoulders. "W-wanna feel your cock for days, f-fill me with your cum- ahhhhh A-aisoon sogoodsogoodsogoodddd~"

Aisoon drew him in for a kiss, which Rachi moaned into, a small cry escaping him when the other bit down on his lower lip. The sting, the pain, it reddened his full and pink lips, nearly breaking the skin, and Rachi loved it. Aisoon's hand lifted up to grab his throat again, and Rachi sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers choked his neck, a constant pressure that had him straining to breath. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth was parted in a pant as Aisoon hammered at his ass. The hips that thrust against Rachi's heated body stuttered as a warmth filled him on the inside, the dancer almost unable to take another breath as Aisoon's cum painted his soft walls. His hole clenched around the man's cock, gripping it in place, not wanting a single drop to escape, even though there was so much of it that it was an impossible task. Droplets leaked out from the rim of Rachi's hole, dribbling down the back of his ass and his thighs.

And it wasn't just Aisoon that came. From outside of the stall, a grunt from their audience member and a hard smack against the door had Rachi knowing exactly what happened out there - clearly, the show they had put on was effective. Through the gap he could hear the laboured breathing, it matched his own, as their watcher also tugged at his cock with wet noises before letting out a cry as they came too, most likely all over themselves.

"F-fuck," Rachi breathed, placing a hand against his lower stomach, swearing that he felt Aisoon's cum reach all the way there. It was hot. How could he even go about his day like this? Even if he decided to go home he'd still be walking while his stomach was full of Aisoon, ass stinging from the man's length. He anticipated that he'd feel that way for day. God. He could get hard again just thinking about it.

Slowly, Rachi pulled his leg down from where it rested on Aisoon's shoulder, trying to steady himself, resting his hands on the other's chest to do so. He was wobbly, and now the pain in his ass could be felt in full force - he doubted he could walk in a straight line. "A-aisoon," Rachi sighed happily, gazing at the man in front of him. "D-do you see what you do to me?" He asked, his voice scratchy from how much he had screamed. "Do you see what you could do to me whenever you wanted?" Rachi continued, leaning forward to kiss the man's lips softly. He was pulling out every trick in the book, desperate not to lose this man to anyone else.

Rachi cried out loudly when Aisoon reached out to grab onto his hair, messing up the usually perfect locks and pulling him back so his body was arched. His hole twitched, too empty, with Aisoon's cock teasingly pressed against it but not yet where Rachi wanted it to be: inside of him. Aisoon had prepared him enough, his hole was loose enough to take the length that Rachi had been lusting over. He begged, his voice bouncing off of the tiled walls of the restroom, blending in with the heavy breathing of their audience, who watched Aisoon reduce Rachi to tears through the crack in the stall door.

Another cry escaped Rachi's lips when Aisoon shoved his huge cock inside of him, groaning about impatient the dancer was. It was unbelievable. Rachi had had this cock multiple times now, but nothing, nothing, could prepare him for just how fucking good it felt. It was better than any of the toys he owned at home, better than any other person Rachi had slept with. He moaned, his hole clamping down on the length, adjusting, waiting for the painful stretch to give way into the pleasure that Rachi knew was coming.

He almost shouted when Aisoon pulled out completely, only to have his voice cut off when the man impaled him once more, his cock forced inside of him without giving Rachi a chance to breathe. His mind was scrambled, nothing was coherent in his head, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he focussed on the feeling of fullness that occupied his entire being. Rachi's body acted on its own, perky ass pushed back against Aisoon's crotch, his soft walls left with no space now that the escort was all the way inside.

Aisoon started to move. Rachi braced himself against the stall door, his legs wide as he rolled back and forth in time with Aisoon's movements. His pink underwear was stuck halfway down to his knees, the material stretched as far as he legs were spread, still stained with his precum.

"F-fuuuuuck," Rachi keened, falling into the pace Aisoon had set. His limbs felt loose, head swaying with the rocking motions of his body, almost smacking into the door with the force of the slides of Aisoon's cock fucking him slow. Rachi's head was empty as he mewled in delight, devoid of anything other than emotion. He wished he could stay this way forever; always on a high, always feeling good, always having access to Aisoon and his cock. He'd do anything - was currently doing anything - to lock that man down so that nobody else could experience this and try to take him away...

"A-ahhh~" Rachi bit his lip, letting out a surprised noise when Aisoon took his cock in hand and squeezed it tight. It fucking hurt, like a vice around Rachi's most sensitive area, causing the dancer to squirm around to try and gain some relief. Aisoon wanted to hear him; wanted the person outside to hear him too. And Rachi wasn't going to hold back on the noises, not when a potential agreement to his proposal was on the line. And it came naturally, with Rachi moaning the second Aisoon started pumping his cock, fucking into him at the same time. Rachi's vision blurred with renewed tears that slipped down his cheeks, into his parted mouth that sang his pleasure as his body was played with like a rag-doll. His hungry hole accepted every one of Aisoon's thrusts, not wanting to let it go after swallowing the length greedily.

"That's right, eat my cock... Don't hold back when you cum... Be as loud as you can, hmmm?"

That sounded like permission, thank fuck! Rachi wasn't going to last much longer. He hoped he had proven himself enough for Aisoon to agree to his contract. He listened, he followed, he did what he could to be the perfect fuck-buddy for Aisoon to show the escort what it would look like if they were exclusive. His sounds didn't stop, cacophonies of ah! ah! ah! so loud that if someone was standing outside the actual restroom - and not just outside the stall like their audience - they'd probably be able to hear it too.

"Make me cum, baby. Make me cum good... Fucccck."

Rachi panted as his hips wildly pushed back against Aisoon, chasing both his own orgasm and the escorts. His hole spasmed around Aisoon's cock, constricting with every thrust, ready to milk every single drop of that glorious length. The hand in Rachi's hair found its way around his neck, the tight hold getting tighter the closer Aisoon got to cumming. Rachi's breaths became short and sharp, the squeeze around his neck making him even more light-headed. He felt like he was floating, assaulted by various sensations of pain and pleasure. The wires were crossed, tangled, with Rachi unable to focus on just one - everything was hitting him all at once, from the sting in his scalp to the hand round his neck to the pumping of his cock to the throbbing of his hole-

It didn't take long for Rachi to burst. With a loud, stretched out cry, he came, cock spurting out ropes of ejaculate against the bathroom stall door and Aisoon's hand, making a huge mess. His hips stuttered momentarily as a whole-body shiver took over, before he arched his back once more and continued to move and push back against Aisoon erratically. The drag of Aisoon's cock inside of him saw him through his orgasm even though his hole stung from the stretch and impact of the man's thrusts, and he worked his hips to try and get the escort to join him in this euphoria.

"Aisoonaisoonaisoon," Rachi choked, the man's name on his lips like a prayer as he came. His make-up was fully ruined now, tear-tracks of his liner making dark lines down his face, which was tinged red from the exertion. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck, sogood!"

Apparently their audience seemed to like Rachi being reduced to nothing but repetitious cries, his own grunts heard from outside of the stall, accompanied by a slapping sound. Rachi looked fucked-out already, and he turned his head back, staring up at Aisoon with half-lidded, red-rimmed eyes, mouth parted in a pant as he rocked back and forth. His cock was still dribbling, starting to feel over-sensitive now, but he still fucked himself into Aisoon's hand, loving the pain.

[cowboybeanbowll]

mdni!!!

simon riley would be rough. not even on purpose, he’s just a big guy.

“ow si” you yelp as he maneuvers you how he wants, your stomach pressed into the mattress his body pressed to yours, his thick cock pressed snugly inside you. his hands hurt, his grip is tight as he starts to hump you from behind, the entirety of his weight against your back.

“quit complaining lovie you’re saying ow but your cunt says otherwise, squeezing me like crazy” he groans out as he increases his speed. you let out gasps as he continues his pace, grunts coming from him. you can feel your finish approaching as he pounds into you, his cock reaching the soft spongy spot inside you.

“fuck im gonna cum” you cry as you try to escape from under Simon’s weight. he holds you there as he fucks you through your finish, his own following.

you let out a dazed smile, Simon notices your fucked out expression and presses a kiss against your cheek from behind. he rolls off of you before pulling you into him not missing the wince he hears. your cheek pressed against his chest and you can feel his fingers running against your hair.

“wasn’t too rough?” he asks quietly as he presses another kiss to your head. you shake your head quickly to reassure him

“not too rough si i loved it” you giggle as you press a wet kiss to his mouth

(this is literally my second tumblr smut post ever yall pls be nice LOL, i know it’s short im working on longer stuffc:)