#i still want to straddle him and kiss him sloppy anyway

[domesticatedangel]

how is he still so cute even when sick (bee happy 😭)

[moonlight1110]

moody bf!Simon :(

Bf!Simon x reader, make-up sex after an argument

Tags: afab!reader, p in v, smut, NSFW, desperate sex, far from canon simon, I write with badjhur's voice in my ear, not proofread, quick read

Notes: this is your friendly reminder not to write your fics directly on tumblr because it will lag and will not post your work and you have to write it again </3

Bf!Simon hates arguments, hates confrontation, and hates the silence that comes with it after you two have a heated exchange. Usually, when you argued at home, you would have time to cool off before talking, making up and forgetting how the argument happened in the first place.

This was different. You were invited to a small get-together with friends, and immediately, Simon wasn't a big fan of the idea. With the stress from work and his general disinterest in those kinds of social events, he was less than excited to attend.

However, you wanted to go, saying that it would be good to go out more, and plus, you didn't want to reject the invite, it wasn't like you went out often anyway.

With a bit of convincing, Simon reluctantly agreed and you could enjoy your time there... Right?

Wrong.

Here you were, driving home silently after an argument that happened which led to some unpleasant words being exchanged between the two of you which led to the car being filled with an awkward silence all the way home.

When you arrived home and came up on the driveway, he parked the car and stepped out, slamming the door behind him and walking ahead of you to the front door, fishing the keys out from his pocket to open the door with you following behind him.

Once inside the dimly lit home, and after taking off your shoes, you noticed that simon was leaning up against the wall, eyes locked on your figure and you could tell that he was still thinking about the argument.

You stood in front of him, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife as your eyes locked with his, noticing how they darkened when he looked at you.

The silence was deafening... Just the two of you standing in complete and utter silence as the air grew thicker with tension... And a sort of frustration that was starting to rise up between you...

Suddenly...

Simon stepped forward, and without another thought, your arms reached out, wrapping around his neck as your lips crashed in a sloppy and messy kiss with Simon wasting no time in claiming your mouth, delving his tongue past your lips.

"Fuckin' stubborn woman you are..." He groaned, panting as the kiss broke only for a moment before his lips were back on yours, coming back with more urgency as he wrapped his arms around you, already pulling at your clothes.

Simon began to lead you through the dark home and into the living room, a sense of urgency in your steps as you made your way through the house, the kiss only breaking for a mere few seconds before you were back at it again.

You were a tangled mess, stumbling through the darkness, throwing your clothes off in corners neither of you didn't really care for, ending up with Simon on the couch with you standing between his legs, bodies bare and heated.

"C'mere, baby..." He mutters, the sound coming from deep in his chest as he wraps his arms around you, hands greedily palming your ass to spread your legs and pull you into his lap, straddling him.

He pulls you close, skin to skin with your chest pressed tight against his, lips crashing against each other in another heated, and urgent kiss, coming back with a renewed fervor, his lips moving to your neck and trailing hot, wet kisses down the column of your throat.

"Ride me..." He groans against your skin, nipping and sucking to leave his marks, branding you as his own, with his fingers now digging into the flesh of your hips, moving you on top of him, grinding against his aching cock.

"Let me feel you, love... Let me feel that sweet fuckin' pussy..." He groaned, inhaling your scent like a starved man as he lifted your hips, his face still nuzzled into the crook of your neck, whispering his praises...

As he lifted your hips, one of his hands trailed down the underside of your thigh, spreading you wider as he slowly pushed you down his throbbing cock, stretching you open with a guttural groan.

"Fuck yes... Such a tight fuckin' cunt... Made for me... Just for me, baby..." I breathed, his lips moving upwards again until his lips were right up against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin as he slowly began to guide your hips...

"Just like that, baby... Ride me just how I like it, yeah? Such a good fuckin' girl..." He praised, moaning lowly into your ear as he guided your movements, letting you adjust before he allowed you to move on your own.

As soon as you found your pace, your hips moving in a steady rocking motion, it drives Simon crazy, his head leaning forward again to bury his face into your neck, moaning and groaning against your skin.

"Mmmn... M'Sorry, baby... For earlier, for the arguments..." He babbled into your skin, kissing your neck and shoulder as he got lost in the pleasure, overcome by the ecstasy that he felt with you, and you only.

"Fuckin' hate fighting with you... Don't wanna fight with you..." He added, his voice holding promise, laced with reverence as he began to thrust up into you, burying his head impossibly deeper against your neck as he held your hips in place.

"Gonna fill you up, baby... Show you how sorry I am, yeah?" He mumbled, relishing in the way your breath hitched with every buck of his hips into you, pistoning his cock deep inside your sopping cunt, driven by how perfect you feel, wrapped tight around him.

"Gonna cum deep inside this perfect pussy... Let you feel how much I love you, sweet girl..."

[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab, reader and kiri are 3rd yrs (meaning everyone is 18+), biting duh lol, slight blood play (but its only bc kiri’s teeth r so mf sharp), uhm riding ig, idk this is pretty vanilla and also kinda short GENRE: smut & kinda fluff SUMMARY: you finally work up the courage to ask your shark-toothed boyfriend to bite you—something he enjoys much more than he thought he would. WORD COUNT: 765 🦊’s A/N: kiri… you r so precious but also a bad bitch…. anyway i’ll be back for the next three days. god save me

     “i want you to bite me.”

     “huh?!” eijirou pulls away from your sloppy kiss, wiping away the spit on his lips with the back of his hand as he looks at you with a dumbfounded expression. 

     you two had known each other since middle school, and had been dating for about six months now. currently, you were straddling his lap, his dick buried deep within your creamy cunt, with his back propped up against the headboard.

     “you heard me,” you tell him. “please, eiji,” you add, a pout tugging at your lips as you hit him with your best puppy dog eyes. 

     one thing about eijirou kirishima is that he was always careful when it came to you — never being too rough with you, acting as if you were made out of glass or porcelain, when that’s the last thing that you were. you didn’t take it personally, of course, as you knew eijirou was just kinda like that, but still…. you wish he’d do something other than just covering you in kisses. 

     you were well aware of his shark-like teeth, and truthfully, you wouldn’t mind if the jagged fangs drew a little bit of blood…. you’re sure your boyfriend would, though, so you don’t bother mentioning that part to him.

     “are you— are you sure?” he asks, a little hesitant as he looks you in the eye. 

     “never been so sure about anything, baby—please just bite me, i promise this isn’t something i’m asking for on a whim,” you try to convince him.

     “you’ve thought about it before? me biting you?” you can feel his dick twitch inside you, like he liked that you’d been thinking about him. 

     “yeah, so please bite me, baby, i promise you’re not gonna hurt me,” you coo, cupping your boyfriend’s face and pressing a heated kiss to his spit-soaked lips. it’s eijirou who pulls away first, kissing your cheek, and then your jaw, down to your neck, licking over the column of your throat before he nibbles lightly against a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a little moan to encourage him.

     eijirou’s ears perk up at the noise you make, and his dick twitches in response as he bites down a little harder—careful not to draw blood, though, he knew how sharp his teeth were. 

     “harder,” you whimper quietly, rolling your hips down against his, cunt fluttering around his cock. 

     “are you sure? i don’ wanna hut yo—”

     “eiji, please just shut up and bite me,” you whine pathetically, and suddenly eijirou finds himself obeying your request without a second thought, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, so hard that his eyes fly open when he tastes something metallic and coppery—oh shit! oh, fuck! he had drawn blood!

     carefully, he licks up the red liquid and pulls away to look at you—just to find you nearly cross eyed as you tried to ride him, jaw dropped in sheer bliss as you pant heavily, your tits bouncing with each heave of your chest.

     oh. 

     he feels himself get impossibly harder, even without his quirk, and his cock spasms inside your messy cunt as he ruts up into you, firmly grabbing onto your hips as he spreads his legs a little wider and plants his feet against the mattress to start really fucking up into you, and you can feel the wind get knocked out of your lungs.

     “aa–aah! nngh, fuck, eiji—!” it’s all you can do to whimper and moan, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability. 

     bringing his lips back to your skin, he bites at the junction of your neck and shoulder before sucking at the flesh there, working to leave a mark that would last a week at least.

     “mmh,” you hum, nails leaving crescent shaped marks in their wake. “bite me all y’want, baby,” you tell him, one hand threading itself into his spiky hair. it’s not as soft as it could be, due to the gel keeping it up, but you tug gently at the red locks anyway.

     kirishima takes your words at face value, biting and licking all along the surface of your neck, covering it in bite marks, drawing blood in less noticeable places like your shoulders or the base of your neck (unless your hero costume was revealing… in which case, that completely slipped his mind).

     at first, he didn’t quite get the appeal of inflicting pain onto a partner, no matter how minor, but after seeing your reaction, and feeling the way your pussy fluttered around him with each new mark? yeah, he was quick to change his mind.

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[loveyjelly]

"That's my girl, let it all out."

Xavier x Reader CW: making out, handjob, PIV, kinda subby Xavier, creampie, cockwarming

"Show me how much you've missed me."

Xavier's breath was hot against your neck as he said those words. He would have his face glued there the whole night if it weren't for you looking so beautiful with your lipstick smudged and your chest almost bare except for the black lacy bra you wore today.

He had you straddling him, both your hands were steady on his shoulders. The heat of the moment swept the both of you away, it didn't even let you make it to the bedroom. 

A couch is just as good as a bed for Xavier. He only ever needed you anyway.

"Touch me all over, Princess." He guided your hand and placed it on his chest.

"Xavier..."

If you say his name like that again he wouldn't be able to contain himself. His hips bucked up on their own just by hearing you say his name so intimately.

"Are you sure?" You asked.

He wasted no time connecting his lips to yours. One hand cupping your cheek and the other on your lower back, trying to pull you as close to him as possible.

"Please"

The answer was made clear by the urgency and desperation in the kiss.

Seeing him so needy gave you the final push to gain courage and take control.

Your hand slid down from his chest to his stomach. Just an inch above the waistband of his underwear.

"Want me to take it out for you?"

"Mhmm" Xavier couldn't even form words anymore. The way you look and sound right now was enough to make him cum.

He's even bigger than you thought he would be. 

You slowly slid a finger down from the tip to the base, earning a soft moan from Xavier.

He was trying his best to be quiet and stay still but all he wants to do is to thrust in and out of you. He wants you to feel as good as he's feeling right now, with your gentle hands warming up his body and teasing his cock.

You finally wrapped your right hand around his cock and moved up and down, following a slow rhythm.

"Mmm feels really good" was all Xavier could say. If he opened his mouth again, the only sound that would come out are his moans.

His hand made its way to your hips and he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You picked up the pace and moved your hand faster. Xavier's hips started to thrust along but you took your other hand and pushed him back down.

"Stay still for a little longer, okay?" His head was so close to yours that you only needed to whisper for him to hear you.

He obeyed. Not being allowed to move made Xavier more desperate. If he can't move then he won't keep quiet. It's not possible for him to stay still and quiet at the same time, not when your hands made him feel like he could burst any second now.

"More" He said before giving you a quick sloppy kiss. "I need more, please."

With your free hand, you took off your bra and guided his hands to your breasts. He immediately cupped and squeezed one with his hand while the other remained on your hip.

He gives you another kiss to muffle the loud moans coming out of him. You were so turned on by stroking his cock so you took it a step further and started grinding your soaked pussy against it.

Even through the fabric of your lace panties, he still felt good. His precum made your panties wetter than they already were.

"Can I put it inside, please?" Even when on the verge of losing his control and sanity, Xavier was still as polite.

You pull your panties to the side and slowly rub the tip just around the entrance.

"Fuck..." He groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the couch. His face was full of pleasure, you couldn't help but grab his face and look at him as he pants. 

"Don't look at me like that." Xavier couldn't get those words out without moaning in between the words.

You let out a whimper as you slowly slid down his cock. "You can move now."

As soon as you said that, his hips started to move in a slow pace, trying to hold himself back from fucking you rough and hard. He can't do that just yet. 

Xavier needed you to cum first. He needed to know what it would feel like with your walls clenching around his cock and making a big mess all over him.

"Fuck you feel so good" The mix of whimpering and panting from him is surely pushing you over the edge.

He could say the same about you. His eyes focused on your lips and how it moves as you let out soft moans.

"Xavier" You gasped as he brought his hand to your pussy, his thumb rubbing delicate circles around your clit.

"Cum for me. Don't hold back" Xavier's thrust got faster but still followed a steady rhythm. All you needed to do was to hover your hips over his and he did all the work.

"Yours. It's all yours, love. You just need to cum for me first, okay?"  He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and craned his neck to look up at you.

"I want it inside." 

The view of you panting and tearing up from the excessive lust and pleasure made his cock throb more. 

"I'm really close." You whined, biting down Xavier's shoulders.

He continued to push up into your sensitive spot and it didn't take too long until you had an orgasm rippling through your lower abdomen, spreading across your whole body like soft flames the more Xavier thrusts in and out.  

"That's my girl, let it all out." Xavier whispered and gave you soft kisses on your neck down to your shoulders as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You were breathless and your legs started to wobble, prompting Xavier to hold you closer against him for support.

Now he can afford to be more selfish with you. He was already so close when you were teasing him but now he doesn't have to hold back.

Your pussy got slicker that it coated his whole cock and dripped down to the base, making such a lewd squelching sound every time he pounds up into you.

"You want it inside? Take all of it for me, yeah?" Xavier kissed you as he spilled his warm and thick cum deep in you. He couldn't bring himself to pull out. Not a drop is going to waste, it all belongs to you.

Both of you stayed in the same position to catch your breath. Your whole body was shaking and your senses were almost ripped away from you by the orgasm you just had.

His arms let go of your waist to cup your face, making you look into his eyes. Everything he has and everything he is, will always be yours for the taking. "I've missed you so much. Don't let go just yet."

[nnephthyss]

just one kiss right? - choso x reader

plot: what happens when you give choso just one kiss for fun? he wants more….

warnings: fem! reader, choso being needy, hot make out session, grinding, dry humping, teasing, praising, virgin choso, sub choso

wc: 1k

(how do yall write over 5k wc fics???)

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you find your self sitting on the couch, watching a romance movie that you chose of course with your friend choso. he stuffs his face full of popcorn, entranced in the movie as a sex scene comes on. you weren’t for sure if the boy knew what any of it was. they started to kiss at first, the girl undressing herself for the man. “have you done that?” you ask him and he turns to you slowly. “what?” he asks, almost surprised as he drops the popcorn that he was about to eat back into the bowl.

“kissed someone.” you clear your throat and scoot towards him, getting on your knees and he practically stiffens at your closeness. “ have you ever had sex, choso?” he shakes his head no, a blush coming to his cheeks at the blunt questions. there were kissing noises and shuffling of clothes in the background from the movie but it wasn’t like either of you were paying attention anymore anyways.

he was a nervous mess in front of you, getting aroused at the way you speak so softly and yet so suggestive to him and the couple having sex on the screen in front of the both of you really didn’t help. sighing, you move closer and straddle his lap. his hands come outward, legs spreading apart as you settle in his lap. he was stiff and nervous, eyes wide on yours. he was surprised that you were being so forward with him. he slowly but hesitantly places his hands on your thighs. “yeah, it’s okay. you can put your hands there.” your voice was so soft, tone sugary sweet.

he nods and slides his hands up and down your bare thighs gently. you had on just pair of sleep shorts and he could feel the heat between your thighs against his crotch that was getting hard as fuck. the both of you could hear the scene on the tv cool down, just inaudible voices in the background.

your hands slide up to his shoulders, fiddling with the strands of hair that fall down them. “can i kiss you?” and you already know what he was gonna say. having a pretty girl in his lap, willingly to give him what he’s been dreaming of for forever, hell like he’d past that chance up. “y-yes.” he stutters out. with his permission, you lean forward, teasing him slightly by running your tongue along his lower lip. you hear him whimper. shifting uncomfortably beneath you from his aching length that was painfully hard.

he parts his mouth as you slide your tongue past his lips. he’s not sure how to react at first but he finally gets the hang of it and moves his lips against yours. he’s sweet and gentle with it. after all he’s never kissed anyone before so you didn’t expect anything more. his movements were sloppy, tongue tripping over yours. your hand moves up or his jaw, holding his head still as you give him the best kiss of his life that was slowly turning into a make out session.

his hands wander, sliding up your thighs and resting on your hips. you were getting ready to pull away when he starts to move his hips upward towards yours which instantly receives a gasp from you. he was hard, his aching cock rubbing up against you through his jeans. he whined at the friction he was receiving. “please.” he pleads with you as you pull away. this was supposed to be all fun and games, not taking his virginity away. “please what?” you ask him teasingly, tilting your head to the side.

“please make me cum.” he says so softly it’s barely audible. he stops bucking his hips once you start to roll your own. he groans, hands tighting on your hips. “y-yesss!” he moans, eyes almost rolling back at the pleasure that was rippling through him.

he looks up at you, head fallen back against the couch cushion. he holds your hips tightly, holding onto you like you’re the only one to keep him afloat. “does that feel good? you like me grinding on your cock, cho?” he whimpers at your vulgar words and his hips stutter for a moment as he starts to buck them upwards again.

only moans were filling the room along with your panting, he looks up at you just mesmerized by the image he had infront of him. he could feel that familiar coil in his stomach about to snap just like he normally felt when he masturbated but this was different. it felt way more powerful as he lets out a low whine. “g-gonna- fuckk.. cum..” he stutters, breathing coming out uneven as he closes his eyes.

“yes cho. be a good boy n’ cum for me..” he lets out a low groan at your words, whimpers and whines filling your ears like a melody. all the sounds coming from him was making your core absolutely ache with need. his thighs tense, eyes rolling back and fingers digging into your sides. he was murmuring your name. no, more like whimpering it over and over again as his body convulses beneath you.

“that’s it, yes that’s it.” you coo, hands coming up to cup his face. you could feel the wetness between the two do you from were he came in his jeans. you almost smile, wanting to laugh at how precious it was to have a man nut in his pants just from grinding on him. his lip is quivered as he looks up at you, eyes half-lidded, body exhausted from his earth shattering orgasm. “good boy, cho.”

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[futterurl]

mike x reader. ik that man whines and begs in bed 👀 i’ll let you take it from there

ohhh my god you already know that man is so submissive and breedable

WARNINGS: fem!reader, oral(f!receiving), p in v, sub!mike, riding

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you and mike took things very slow when you first became an item

you would go on cute dates, spend time with abby, kiss him every now and then, all that stuff

you would watch abby whenever he had to take night shifts, which he was truly grateful for

he didn’t have the money, and he knew you wouldn’t accept it anyway. he was determined to make it up to you

you guys hadn’t done anything sexual yet in the relationship, not really getting to that point yet

once you came home one day after dropping abby off to school, that all changed.

he was in the kitchen, reading something, then his eyes turned to you, watching you fall onto the couch

he walked over and sat himself next to you, rubbing your cheek

you talked to him for awhile about how hard it was to stay up all night, and you had no idea how he did it at his job

he looked at you, serious face

“what’s wrong, mike?” you asked.

he got off the couch, knees on the ground, looking up to you.

“i need to make this up to you” he stated

you had no idea where this was going, but you didn’t want him to feel bad about his circumstances. you were doing this out of your love for him

“mike-”

“please let me go down on you”

what

you sat there, brain barely functioning at what he just said. had you heard him correctly?

“what…?” you started, to which he cut you off

“you always do so much for me, and i know we’re together and stuff, but it still isn’t right. i want to- no, i need to make this up to you. i want to make you feel good. please. let me make you feel so fucking good.”

your thighs clenched against each other. you were getting turned on by this, but you were still hesitant

“please, i want to do this. let me make you see fucking stars”

“okay, mike. o..only if you really want to.” you said, getting excited

he was so quick to take your sweats off, looking at your lace panties

“so beautiful, you always wear these? why didn’t i do this earlier?”

he slowly took them off, wasting no time before kissing your thighs all over

he got closer and closer to where you needed him most, his pace going agonizingly slow

“please, mike…” you pleaded

he obliged, kissing your clit

he started to practically make out with your sopping cunt. your legs wrapped around his shoulders as his tongue ran up and down your folds

he was getting sloppy with it, running his tongue vigorously on your clit

and this man

he was letting out fucking breathy whimpers while he was eating you out

it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen: he was whimpering and borderline moaning as he started to tongue fuck you

he made sure you had the best orgasm of your life. he really did make you see fucking stars

now fast forward a few weeks

you guys had gotten more comfortable with being intimate

one night you both decided to go all the way

he sat on the bed, you straddling his hips, clothes on the floor

“please, put it in, can’t take it anymore. need to feel your tight cunt.” he begged

and who were you to say no to your man

you took him inside you, sinking onto his length at an agonizing slow pace

he made sure you went slow

he didn’t want it to hurt for you; he knew he was pretty big

but fuck, he just wanted to pound into you

the moans started, him letting out heavenly noises as your hips met his

he held your hips, rubbing circles by your hip bones

he was trying to help you, but was really trying to refrain from busting in seconds

once you started moving it was game over

you had him wrapped around your finger

he wanted to stay in your pussy forever, your walls fit him like a glove

“please, more, please, fuck”

he moaned incoherent babbles every time your hips met his

his hips would occasionally thrust up, succumbing to the pleasure

“g-gonna cum soon, please let me cum. please.” he was begging at this point

you sped up your bouncing, trying to take him all the way with every single thrust

he was digging his nails into your hips

“cumming, cumming, FUCK”

he shouted your name as he released spurts of cum into your cunt, followed by so many ‘thank you’s’

you came soon after

he held you, both of you breathing heavy

all he would say was thank you

you ran your fingers through his hair. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

[kisakis-boyfriend]

You find the Haitani brothers wearing a skirt

Pairings: Rindou x reader, Ran x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, thigh riding + being called sir/daddy + overstimulation (for Rindou), anal + teasing + denial + overstimulation + oral (for Ran)

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshots

Author's Note: Both of the bros are 20+. Anyways here's a little something for my current obsessions. Can you tell where I left this as a wip for a month? 😅

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

You and your boyfriend were having a little couple's sleepover. The two of you had spent all day watching movies, eating snacks, and cuddling together. It was getting late and you decided to hop in the shower before dinner. You certainly did not expect what you'd find when you returned and found your boyfriend on your bed...

No one would have ever guessed that he was shy when it came to anything sexual. His demeanor around everyone else gave off completely different vibes, but you knew otherwise. That's why it was quite a surprise seeing Rindou wearing a pretty black and light blue plaid skirt, humping one of your pillows, wearing one of your hoodies, and panting like a bitch in heat

Clearly he'd been doing this the whole time you were showering. He was visibly trembling. Hips rutting into the pillow and staining it with precum. He was so into it that he didn't even notice you until you spoke

“If you needed me that badly you could've said something before I took a shower” you smiled, stepping further into the room

“Y-y/n?!” he gasped. “I'm s-sorry...aah...pl-lease help me out?” he managed between moans. A look of shame and humiliation from being caught evident in his eyes

“Of course, baby. But only because you asked so nicely” you said, taking a seat in the chair in the corner of your room. “C'mere”

Rindou hesitantly stood up and walked across the room. He stood in front of you fidgeting with his sleeves, unsure of exactly what you had planned.

“Sit.” you said while patting your thigh. Rindou hesitated a moment before straddling your thigh and grabbing your shoulders for stability. The tiny bit of friction caused his breath to hitch. “Now just keep doing what you were doing when I walked in.” you instructed, placing your hands on his hips

“Ah–” The blush on his cheeks only deepened from your command. “Yes, s-sir.” He slowly began humping your thigh, letting out quiet moans and breaths. “Mm...feels really good...” he whispered

You grabbed his chin with one hand and pulled him in for a kiss... which quickly turned into a sloppy makeout session. Rindou moaned as you explored his mouth, tangling his hands in your hair. After several minutes, you finally broke apart leaving a string of saliva still connecting you to each other. Then you began trailing your kisses down to his neck. His pace quickened with every kiss and mark you left on his sensitive skin. “Such a good boy for me” you cooed, sucking another hickey onto Rindou's neck. Further claiming him as yours.

“Ah...mmm...y/n...” Rindou panted. Heat pooling in his gut as he grew closer to his climax

“Go ahead, baby” you said with your face still pressed against his neck. “Let it all out for me”

With your sweet words still ringing in his ears, Rindou's thrusts became uneven and desperate until he finally released all over his skirt and your thigh. “Hah...ffuck that felt...hah aah...so good”

Barely a minute passed before you were gripping his hips and making him hump you again. “Nngh?! B-baby, wait I- aah~ ” Rindou pleaded with you, but you silenced him by grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling his head back

“You wanted me to help you, didn't you, darling?” You taunted, keeping up the relentless pace. “I'm just making sure that you're completely satisfied. After all...” You leaned in close to his ear and whispered “I'd hate to change another pillowcase later because you got desperately horny again”

Rindou whimpered, giving in to the overstimulation. It hurt a bit but, god did the pleasure make up for that. Everything felt so hot. Sweat made the hoodie cling to his back but he couldn't care about something like that right now. The feeling of his wet cock sliding against your thigh, the sticky coated fabric of his skirt rubbing against the head, and you making him move against you despite his body's need to rest.... It was all too much

Rindou's hips moved on their own as he chased his second release. His hands clung to whatever part of you that they could reach as his moans grew louder

“Ah! Daddy~ Aaah~” His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he twitched and spasmed in your lap, cumming all over your thigh again

You let him collapse onto your chest as you helped him down from his high. Cooing words of praise into his ear and rubbing circles on his back

“Now it's your turn for a bath” you teased. Rindou let out a small laugh, still a bit light-headed

“Whew, that felt nice after a lazy day of being covered in snack crumbs” you said, still drying your hair with a towel. “Mr. Throws his popcorn at his boyfr-”

“Mmm~ Done already, babe?” Ran said so casually, as if he wasn't fingering himself. On your bed. In a black skirt. When did he even buy that?

It took a minute for you to process what you'd even walked in on. It only took a second to realize that your dick was already hard and that the blood had already rushed to your cheeks

“Uh, yeah” cough “Got bored waiting, huh?” You tried playing it cool

“Mhmm. Since you, mmph~, clearly enjoy the view...” He paused to spread his legs further, hoping that it would entice you. “Why don't you come over here? Get some hands-on action”

All restraint flew out of the window as you quickly made your way over to your boyfriend. You wasted no time crashing your lips onto his while your hands squeezed his thighs. Ran let out breathy moans every time your lips parted, his hands instinctually tangling in your hair. You easily slipped two fingers into him, thanks to his previous actions

“Mm yeah~” He moaned, arching his back. You began scissoring your fingers, making sure he'd be nice and stretched out for you

You curled your fingers and hit juuust the right spot and Ran let out the sluttiest moan, biting his bottom lip and looking up at you as you smirked

“More... Please, baby...” He begged. “I need it~”

Before he could say another word you were already reaching for the lube you keep in the nightstand. Deliberately teasing him by slowly pulling out your cock and letting it rest on his stomach before you lubed yourself up. The sight of his skirt flipped up made you even harder

“Fuuuck...” Ran whined. The feeling of your already hard dick on his skin made the blood rush to the surface of his skin. Causing his cheeks, the tips of his ears, and his shoulders to redden. He watched you take your time, wishing you'd just put it in already. He feels empty just thinking about it...

“Ready?” You positioned your dick right at his entrance

“Mhm” Ran nodded

You slid into him slowly. Torturously slow. Too slow

“C'mon, baby, don't tease me like this” He pouted

“You think this is teasing?” Oh, you just had a wonderful idea! “I'll show you what real teasing feels like.” You finally bottomed out inside of him. Giving him a second to adjust to your full size before slowly pulling almost all the way back out, only to slooowly slide back in. You kept your pace nice and steady, holding Ran's hips still to prevent him from getting what he wanted

“Shit... ah... You're so mean” Ran breathed out, hands gripping the sheets by his head. He wanted more, needed more so fucking badly

You graciously increased your pace, though it still wasn't enough for him. He rolled his hips with the rhythm of your thrusts, hoping to gain some friction. Anything to alleviate the tightening in his core. Fuck, he was close already. Just keep moving and...

“Wait, w-why did you stop?” Ran cried. His hips chasing yours, silently begging for you to continue

You only smiled deviously in response. Cupping Ran's face as he nuzzled into your palm. You wanted to break him, just a little bit. Just enough to hear him beg for you like his life depended on it. Enough to see him so desperate for your cock that he'd do anything

Without saying another word you shoved your dick all the way back in, relishing in Ran's pretty cries as you began pounding him. Him throwing his head back onto the pillows, growing close once more. Don't stop this time. Please just- Right there, keep going...

You pulled out completely. “N-no...fuck... Why did-” He cried breathlessly. Frustrated with your continued denial

You grabbed his dick, the head leaking precum all over his stomach and soaking his skirt, and started gliding your hand up and down the shaft. Ran's back arched again, pitiful cries leaving his mouth as he grabbed your arm. The sudden, intense friction making his head feel fuzzy.

You made eye contact just as your thumb ran across his slit and Ran whimpered. It was way too hot in here... He begged you to keep moving your hand. “Hah... Don't stop. Don't stop, baby... G-gonna-”

With one last schlick sound you removed your hand from his dick. His body twitched, once again denied the pleasure of release. Tears pooled in the corners of Ran's eyes. Fuck, he was really cute right now.

You leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “Ask nicely for me?” You prompted

“Please... I need you” He said, practically giving you puppy eyes. Good boy

You lined yourself back up and pushed in once more. Quickening your pace and jerking him off at the same time. Ran wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you close as he looked at you, silently asking for permission

“Cum”

That was all he needed to hear. His grip on your hair tightening as he came all over his own chest. The pleasure from being edged damn near knocked the wind out of him. Stars clouded his vision, hips still involuntarily humping into your hand and grinding against your cock

You allowed him a minute to catch his breath. Thanking whatever gods may be out there that this gorgeous boy was all yours

You pulled out, the empty feeling making him whine. He was so adorable

Then you leaned down and took as much of him into your mouth as you could fit. Pinning his hips in place so that he couldn't move away

“Hnngh?! Y/n?!” Ran squealed. “Wait, I just- Ah!”

Ran screamed while you bobbed your head up and down. Sucking him off with fervor. He wrapped his thighs around your head instinctually, squeezing hard. He tried fucking up into your mouth and you let go of his hips, allowing him to practically facefuck you

Composure be damned. You wanted to make him cum again no matter what it took and Ran wanted to cum again, despite the pain from being overstimulated

You hummed and the vibrations on his dick finally pushed him over the edge. Ran wailed as he came down your throat, your warm, wet mouth milking every last bit out. You released his dick with a wet pop sound, licking your lips clean of his cum

He went limp, collapsing from exhaustion. Panting and barely able to keep his eyes open anymore. There was one small problem, however. You hadn't come yet and your dick has been rock hard this entire time

You gently pulled Ran up and into your lap, letting him lean against your chest and bury his face in the crook of your neck. You lifted him a bit and bottomed out once more, groaning at how wet his hole felt around you

“Oh god... aah” Was all he could manage to get out. Too tired to move, all Ran could do was hold onto your arms and softly moan as you pounded into him again, chasing your own release

You kept your arms wrapped around him, supporting his back so that he wouldn't fall backwards. Fucking into his hole desperately. You felt the heat pool in your core, speeding up your thrusts until you finally spilled inside of him

Ran's tired moans mixed with yours and you kissed his shoulder as you humped into him. Fucking your cum deeper into him

You gently lay him down onto your bed, pulling out and watching some of your cum drip out and onto the sheets. Ran passed out immediately

You grabbed a warm, wet towel from the bathroom and cleaned the both of you up. Kissing his forehead before joining him for a nap

[wannab-urs]

Title: Scotty Doesn't Know

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Summary: Scotty doesn't know you're hooking up with Dieter

Tags: songfic, smut, infidelity, dieter is a loser, scotty doesn't really deserve this he's just annoying, crack taken seriously, porn with the barest of plots, barely edited. WC: 2.8k

A/N: the song came on and I thought it would make a funny dieter fic? I'm shadowbanned and marked explicit rn, so lemme earn it with this gratuitous smut fic.

Dieter Bravo Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Scotty doesn't know that [Reader] and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know

–

The parkin' lot, why not?

It's so cool when you're on top

Dieter: Here 8=D

You slip out of the church, the preacher just getting started, and head to the back of the parking lot. Dieter’s beat up old VW bus, affectionately called “The Van,” is nestled between two big pickup trucks. Even if Scotty drives by the church, there’s no way he’ll see that Dee is here. 

You pull open the side door, cringing at the loud rattle. Dieter is completely naked, laid out in a suggestive pose and smirking at you. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, Dieter.”

“But I’m cute. Get in here!” 

You clamber into the van and roll the door shut behind you before sitting on the old beat up mattress beside Dee. He plucks at the thin straps of your sundress. 

“I like this, baby. It’s pretty. Take it off.” 

You roll your eyes at him but strip your dress off anyway. You ditch your panties while you’re at it and kick both your sandals into the very back of the van, before sitting back down on your knees beside Dieter. He pulls you in for a sloppy kiss with way too much tongue, and you shriek and slap his chest. 

“Quiet! You wouldn’t want Scotty to find out…” he waggles his eyebrows at you. 

You push him so that he falls flat on his back and straddle him. He slips his hand between your legs, dragging his thick fingers through your slick and then pushing one inside to the knuckle. The chunky ring on his middle finger digs into your labia. 

“Ow Dieter, your fu- fucking ring is stabbing me.” 

“I’m not taking it off.” Dieter pumps his finger into you just to emphasize his point and you whimper. 

“I actually can’t stand you. It’s gonna bruise,” you whine.

“Not like Scotty goes down on you enough to ever see it.” 

You roll your eyes at him, but he has a point. You’re the only one who will know, and you’re not necessarily opposed to having Dieter’s mark on you as long as Scotty won’t find out. Instead of answering him, you lean forward and kiss him. Dieter adds his middle finger, curling his fingertips against your walls and fuck it feels good. 

You suck Dieter’s bottom lip into your mouth and pull back, nipping his lip before you separate from him completely. “Lemme ride you.” 

“Fuck yeah!” Dieter pulls his fingers out of you and slips them into his mouth as you line up with his cock. You sink down on him slowly, pressing your hands into his chest. Dieter’s head drops back onto the mattress when you bottom out. “It’s so cool when you’re on top,” he breathes, palming both of your tits. 

“It’s so cool when you shut up,” you retort, but some of the bite is lost in how breathless you sound. You lift up on your knees, letting him slide almost completely out of you before you drop back down. Dieter grabs your hips and forces you to roll them forward, dragging your clit along the coarse hair at his base. You let your head fall back between your shoulder blades. Let Dieter drag you back and forth on his cock until you can’t hold in your whimpers anymore. He’s so deep inside you, grinding into your g-spot, it’s not long before you feel your cunt flutter around him, feel yourself soak him with your slick. 

“That’s right baby, come on my cock,” he smirks at you. 

“You know, you don’t have to speak,” you say, pulling yourself off him. 

“Wait! I didn’t get to come yet,” Dieter pouts at you. And god help you, it’s too adorable to resist. His plush bottom lip sticking out and his big brown eyes welling with undoubtedly fake tears. 

You get situated between his thighs and take his dick in your hand. He looks extremely relieved, as if not coming would have been the end of the world. You lick a stripe from his balls to his tip, eyes never leaving his, and he whimpers, still pouting a little. You roll your eyes at him and suck him down to the root. He tries to buck into your mouth, but you pin his hips down and set your own pace. 

You cup his balls in your hand, rolling them gently as you suck him off. He rests his hands on the back of your head, not pushing or pulling you, just wanting to touch you. 

You really need to get back inside before the preacher wraps up his sermon, so you slip one finger behind his sack and press it into his perineum. Even indirect stimulation to his little bundle of nerves drives him insane, and his grip on the back of your head tightens as he comes down your throat with a strangled cry. 

“Fuck! Fucking fuck fuck fuck.” 

You pull off him with a pop, swiping your thumb across your bottom lip to make sure nothing spilled out. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Dieter sighs. 

[Reader] says she's out shopping

But she's under me

And I'm not stopping

“I’m at the mall. I’ll see you later, okay?” 

“Sure thing, babe. Love you!” Scotty hangs up before you even have to answer him. You shove your phone in your pocket and knock on Dieter’s apartment door. 

You hear a weird amount of shuffling and banging around before the door opens. Dieter’s hair is a complete wreck, his ratty green robe is hanging open to reveal nothing underneath, and eyes are still bleary with sleep. 

“It’s 3 in the afternoon. Did you just wake up?” 

“Yes. Now get in here,” Dieter grabs your hand and pulls you into his apartment. He slams the door shut and continues dragging you by the wrist until you’re in his room. His bed, or rather his mattress on the floor, is unmade… but at least it has sheets on it. 

Dieter doesn’t waste time stripping your clothes off of you, tossing his own robe into the pile on the floor. “So where are you today?” He asks as he kisses your neck, walking back toward the bed. 

“The mall,” you tell him as you sink down (way down) onto the bed and pull him on top of you. 

“Won’t you need shopping bags for that lie?” Dieter asks, dragging his aquiline nose down your throat, between the valley of your breasts, and kissing your belly. 

“He won’t notice,” you sigh, putting your hands in his messy hair and pushing his head down between your legs. You’re already wet, just from seeing him naked at the door, as much as you hate to admit it. 

You’re really not sure what it is about this loser that turns you on so much. It’s probably his massive dick and pretty face – two things Scotty is not in possession of. 

Dieter licks a stripe through your folds and moans at the taste. You love how much he loves to eat you out. Dieter pulls your legs over his shoulders and buries his face between your legs, stuffing his tongue in your cunt and grinding his nose into your clit. You tug on his hair and he whines into your skin. 

He pulls back and nips your thigh. “Dieter! Don’t–” He plunges two fingers into your cunt, cutting off the reprimand. His ring nestles right up to the bruise he left the other day and it hurts, but you like it. 

“Don’t make a mark,” Dieter mocks. “I know, baby.” He places his lips over your clit and sucks on it in time to the thrust of his fingers. You fucking love his mouth, tell him as much with a long groan of his name. He curls his fingers into your walls, nibbles lightly on your clit. You arch your back and pull his face into you by his hair as you come, cunt clamping down on his fingers. He works you through it, gently massaging your g-spot until your body relaxes. 

“Fuck, Dieter.” 

“That’s the idea, babe.” Dieter pushes your legs off his shoulders and climbs on top of you. He rests his weight on one arm by your head and hitches your thigh over his hip with the other. His hard cock runs through your soaking pussy a few times before his head catches on your entrance and he slides in to the hilt. 

His head drops to your shoulder and he shudders out a breath. “Always feel so good, baby.” 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him tight to you as he starts rolling his hips. One of your hands slides up into that tousled mess of hair on his head and the other clings tightly to his shoulder. 

You tilt your head back, giving him space to kiss your neck as he ruts into you. Filthy, drawn out moans spill from your lips every time he bottoms out. His only sounds are little grunts of exertion, muffled by your skin. 

He drops your thigh and sits up on his knees, pulling you into his lap. He wraps his hands around the underside of your thighs and pushes your knees up toward your chest. “Gonna fuck you for real now, baby. Gonna make you scream my name.” 

You’d roll your eyes at him, but you know he’s right. He pushes back inside you, giving you a second to adjust to the new angle, and then he starts slamming his hips down into you. He’s hitting something so deep, you know you’ll be feeling it tomorrow. 

Maybe that’s his goal. 

You dig your nails into his shoulders, dragging them down his back as he absolutely rails you. (He doesn’t have a girlfriend to hide the marks from). “Oh GOD, Dieter. FUCK.” You curse as he bottoms out again and again. 

His curls are sweaty with exertion and hanging over his forehead, bouncing with every thrust of his hips. You focus your eyes there as you feel your entire body tense up. He drops one of your legs and leans forward, crashing his mouth into yours just as you come on his cock. The tight squeeze of your cunt around him sends him over the edge and you feel his hips stutter as he comes inside you with a groan. 

He collapses onto the bed beside you and drags you into his arms, not even bothering to clean you up. You curl up on his sweaty chest and he nuzzles his face into your hair. 

“So what time do you have to be done ‘shopping?’” 

“Too soon.” 

I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

[Reader]'s got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing

Your phone rings not even a full minute after Dieter makes you come all over his face. You flail your arm out to the side until your hand hits the bedside table, fumbling around for the device.

It’s Scotty.

“Hey baby!” you answer in a probably-too-chipper tone. 

“Hi, babe. What are you up to?” Scotty asks. Dieter signals for you to put the phone on speaker, which you don’t do. 

“Oh just reading. How was your day?” Dieter grabs your hips and flips you over on the bed, so that you’re lying on your stomach. You suppress the yelp that almost falls from your lips. 

“Put it on speaker,” Dieter growls in your ear. “Or I’ll make this even harder for you.” You feel yourself get even wetter despite your annoyance. 

You put the phone on speaker and listen to Scotty continue to ramble on about his day. Dieter pulls your hips backwards until you’re on your knees. He drags his fingers through your very wet core and strokes his dick a couple times. 

“Oh, I’m sorry Scotty that su-ucks,” you stutter as Dieter sheathes himself inside you. 

“You good babe?” Scotty’s tinny voice filters out of your flip phone. 

“Yeah! Just choked on my own spit…” 

Dieter snorts and you shoot a glare over your shoulder at him. He smirks at you, drawing his hips back and sliding back in slowly. He’s not dumb enough to cause your skin to slap together, but he is a fucking idiot for doing this in the first place. 

Scotty keeps rambling on about some asshole customer at the Dairy Queen he works at, and you bite back a moan as Dieter grinds his hips against your ass, pressing his cock in deep. 

He grabs your hair in his fist and pulls so that your head is tipped back and starts fucking into you at a steady pace, stopping just short of bottoming out so that the only noise is the wet drag of him through your core. 

“What’s that weird sound in the background?” 

“Huh?” Your body tenses with anxiety, but it just causes you to tighten around Dieter and fuck if it doesn’t feel good. 

“There’s like, a weird noise I don’t know.” 

“Probably just my cat, babe.” Dieter snorts again, but you can’t really do anything about it in your current position. You decide to stop worrying so much and enjoy yourself. 

You drop down to your elbows and push your ass higher in the air. The change in angle has his cock brushing your g-spot on every thrust and you bite your pillow to muffle any noises you don’t manage to hold back. 

Dieter fucks you as hard as he can without making too much noise – he doesn’t really want you to get caught, after all. Half the fun is cucking Scotty. 

“Okay babe, I gotta get back to work. See you later?” Scotty drones.

“Later!” You manage to choke out before scrambling to flip your phone shut. The second it’s closed, you toss it on the floor and let out a loud moan. Dieter finally starts fucking you like he wanted to in the first place, and the loud slapping of his hips against your ass fills the room. 

You come with a scream, burying your face in your pillow and thrusting your hips back to meet Dieter’s. He fucks you through it and doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting deep inside you, hitting something that has you screaming into your pillow. He doesn’t stop fucking you until you come again, and only then does he follow you over the edge. 

He pulls out and spreads your ass cheeks, watching his cum drip from your hole, then he drapes himself over your body and whispers in your ear. “Was that your first three way?” 

You’re so fucked out you can’t be mad at him, which was probably his goal. You giggle deliriously. “Mmhmm.” You drop all the way down to the bed, sprawling out. Dieter wiggles in close to you and wraps his arms around you. 

His front lawn in the snow

Life is so hard 'cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

I did her on his birthday

It’s Scotty’s birthday. So really, you should be by his side. Instead, he’s inside getting wasted with his friends, and you’re in his side yard… getting railed by Dieter. 

Dieter has you against the house, your long skirt pinned above your hips, and one leg hitched around his waist. His lips are attached to your neck and you should really tell him to stop before he leaves a mark, but you don’t want him to. 

He snaps his hips into you rapidly and you brace yourself on his shoulders and rock your hips to meet his thrusts, panting into the frozen air. 

“It’s cold as fuck, Dieter, hurry.” 

“You fucking hurry.” He slips his hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit. 

“Oh fuck, just like that,” you whine. You’re so fucking close to coming – just a couple more minutes like this and you’d be clenching on his cock. But life doesn’t always work out that way. 

The sound of the back door slamming causes both of you to jump and your foot slips out from under you. Both of you go crashing to the icy ground, Dieter landing on top of you. 

“What the fuck is going on out here?” Scotty asks, clearly pissed. 

“Oh SHIT!” Dieter starts to try to come up with some bullshit excuse, but you just scramble to your feet and take off running to the front yard. Dieter follows close behind you, dragging his pants up as he runs. 

You throw the side door of his van open and jump in as Dieter hops in the front seat. Scotty makes it to the curb right as Dieter peels away. You slam the door shut and fall back on the mattress. Dieter glances back over his shoulder, a big goofy grin on his face. 

“So I guess Scotty knows.” 

I hope you enjoyed this truly ridiculous fic <3

[rubberfuckey]

summary: After a worried phone call from Wheezie, you decide to come back to Kildare.

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

wc: 2k

a/n: i just want to thank everyone for all the support in this series! as always, let me know what you think! hope y'all love it! part eight already, only two parts left!

warning: mentions of drugs & smut (:

masterlist

talk to me

You woke up the next morning feeling like you were still in a dream. Rafe was holding onto you as your chest lay flat on his chest. You hugged your arms around him tighter, nuzzling your head further into him. 

“Good morning,” he laughed. 

“Not close enough,” you mumbled, trying to push yourself closer to him. 

He grabbed your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss before you snapped your head back, “No! Morning breath!”

You tried to push him away but he was too strong and pulled you in for a kiss anyways. 

“I don’t care,” he mumbled into the kiss. You sighed happily, kissing him back. You moved to straddle him, pulling him closer with your arms around his neck. You rocked your hips against him, desperate for some friction. He held your hips and rocked you faster, groaning as he bit your lip. You grabbed his hands to move them lower, giving him the message that you wanted more. 

He shook his head into the kiss and sighed, “Slow, Y/N.”

You whined, “Why are you using my words against me?”

“I don’t want you to feel like we rushed into things. We have the rest of our lives to spend together.” 

He tried to butter you up with the sweet sentiment but it wasn’t working right now. 

“After the way you ate me out last night, fuck going slow. I want all of you back.”

He genuinely smiled at your statement, he loved when you got all needy for him. He still shook his head, moving you off of him to stand up and grab his shirt. You sat there pouting at him and he rolled his eyes teasingly, bending down to give you a kiss. 

“I have some calls to make if we’re going to have a party tonight.” 

You nodded and stood up to pack some stuff for tonight and tomorrow. Walking down the stairs you see your mom making pancakes in the kitchen, “Good morning guys!” 

You both grumbled a good morning in return. 

“I’m making pancakes, would you like some?”

You looked at Rafe as he subtly shook his head. 

“No, Rafe has some stuff to take care of and I’m gonna have to help. Thanks though!” 

You gave her a hug and you both said your goodbyes as you started the drive back to his house. You made sure to water the flowers and he went in the house, on the phone with someone to get a keg for tonight. You lay on the lounger by the pool as you waited for him, still thinking about ways you could convince him to fuck you. You knew he wanted to, so why hold back if you both want it? He came outside to sit next to your outstretched legs. Your skin was glowing and you looked so happy.

“This guy wants a $200 tip for same-day delivery on the keg, what a fucking idiot.”

“Obviously he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.”

“Obviously not,” he chuckled, resting his hand on your leg. 

“What needs to be done? What can I do to help?” 

“Just keep laying here looking sexy as fuck, it’s a great motivator.”

“Oh yeah?” You laughed. 

“Yeah,” he pressed a sloppy kiss on your forehead before his phone rang and he got up to take the call. You pulled yourself up and decided that if you weren’t going to help you could at least get a quick tan in. You grabbed your bag and walked inside to change into the bandeau bikini you brought. You laid back on the lounge, rubbing some tanning oil over your stomach when you noticed Rafe looking over at you from the balcony. You smiled and gave him a flirty wave before he shook his head with a bite of his lip and turned to walk back into the house. You dozed off in the chair for a little while until you heard someone call your name, you opened your eyes to see Sarah walking over to the chair next to you. 

“Oh my god! What are you doing here?” You asked excitedly. 

“I ran out of clothes at John B’s,” she shrugged. 

You smiled, “Did you see your brother yet?” 

“No, not yet. I wanted to talk to you first.”

“Rafe wants to have a party tonight, you should come.”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” she hesitated, “I just don’t trust him, especially if he’s gonna be drunk or high.”

You nodded, you weren’t going to argue with that. 

“I get it,” you said with a tone of disappointment. She instantly felt bad, maybe she could try to make it work. 

“Maybe I could stay for the first hour or so? Leave before it can get too crazy.”

“Yes!” You cheered, jumping up to pull her into a hug, “I miss partying with you!” 

 “You and me both. I should probably go grab some clothes, John B is waiting for me in the Twinkie,” she looked nervous to go in. 

“Want me to go in with you?” You asked. 

She nodded quietly, “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.”

You walked in and passed Rafe on the stairwell, “Hi, Sarah.” 

“Hey, Rafe.” 

You squeezed her hand as she kept walking away from Rafe and up the stairs to her room. She let out a deep breath as she shut the door to her room. You were talking about what you were going to wear tonight before you heard a knock on her door, Rafe turned the knob to open it. 

“Hey, Sarah. We’re uh, throwing a party tonight. If you wanted to come,” he said anxiously. 

“Y/N told me.”

“Yeah, it should be fun. I got a keg, and I’m clean so- you know, no drugs,” he shrugged, he looked to you for encouragement as you gave him a small smile of support. She kept her back to him as she sighed, grabbing clothes out of her closet.

“I told Y/N I’d come by for like an hour.”

“Oh, really? Cool. Alright, we’ll see you later then?”

She just nodded her head and threw the clothes into a bag. You gave him a smile and he left the room. She just looked at you with an unreadable expression and you shrugged. You walked her down to the front door and waved to John B from where he sat in the Twinkie. 

“Hey Y/N!” He yelled. You blew Sarah a kiss as she walked away backward, she laughed pretending to catch it until Rafe came up from behind you. Her face dropped and she turned back to the Twinkie, Rafe placing a hand on your hip as you watched them stare at you until they drove away. 

“So you were able to find a keg on such short notice?”

“Yeah, I’m paying the jackass $100 extra dollars, but it’ll be here.”

“I think that deserves a celebratory drink, what do you think?” 

He nodded as you grabbed the bottle of whiskey to pour him a glass. He grabbed all the ingredients to make your favorite cocktail and mixed them together quickly. You thanked him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth as you walked teasingly back to the lounge you were on earlier. He sighed, watching your hips sway, and followed you out. 

-

After tanning and swimming around for a few hours while Rafe watched, you decided to get up and get ready for the party. 

“I’m gonna go shower, okay?” 

He nodded and you walked back into the house and upstairs to the bathroom. This was the perfect time to scheme. Conveniently, you ‘forgot’ a towel when you got in the shower. You washed your hair and the oil off your body before you reached for your phone sitting on the cabinet to FaceTime Rafe who was still outside, setting a few tables up around the yard. 

“Hello?” He answered, confused. 

“I forgot a towel.”

“Damn, maybe you should just walk around dripping wet and naked then.”

“I already am,” you replied, hinting at the double meaning of being wet. He hung up on you and walked upstairs. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet and walked into the bathroom. He should’ve known better than to expect you to be behind the shower curtain, protecting your modesty. You stood there, completely naked, watching him stick his arm out, handing you the towel. You thanked him sweetly and grabbed it. He stood there frozen, dick straining against his pants. 

You sighed, “Rafe,” 

“Y/N?” He questioned as you walked closer to him. 

“Please let me return the favor?” You puppy dog eyed him. 

You were nervous he was going to reject you but you put on a brave face and acted as confident as possible. You walked even closer, your hand ghosting over the top of his pants. 

���I just want to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night.”

He sighed, moving his hips to make you feel his bulge. 

You got down on your knees and unbuttoned his pants before stopping “Rafe, is this okay?”

“Yes,” he breathed as you pulled his pants down quickly. Your mouth watered looking at him through his boxers, it had been way too long. You missed it. You pulled his underwear down and ran your fingertips over his length as he shuddered. 

His breathing got heavier as you teased his top with your thumb, “Don’t tease me, baby.”

You licked his tip, moving your hands up and down as he grabbed your head, holding your hair. You tasted his precum and decided he had had enough teasing, you didn’t want to hold back a second longer. You took his full length in your mouth, shoving him down your throat. He let out a guttural moan and you choked, tears filling your eyes. 

“Damn, Y/N.”

You relaxed your throat and continued to take him, letting him fuck your throat. You moved your tongue around him as he thrusts faster. He looked down at you and you looked up through your eyelashes. His mouth fell open at the sight of you and he damn near whimpered. 

“So fucking pretty.”

You moaned around him, bringing a hand up to cup his balls. 

“Shit, baby, keep doing that, I’m close.”

You nodded as best as you could and sped up your movements. He groaned loudly and came down your throat before he could even think about pulling out. He panted as you swallowed before leaving a kiss on his tip, standing up in front of him. He kissed you roughly, backing you against the cabinet. 

“Fuck me, Rafe,” 

“Baby, I just came so hard it’s gonna take probably a few hours before I can even think about fucking you.”

You giggled and pushed against him to walk past him and to your bag. You plugged in your curling wand and grabbed your makeup bag, ready to get all dolled up for tonight. He left you to get ready as he lay on the bed, scrolling on his phone. After you were done, you walked back into his room to grab your underwear and party dress for the evening. You hid the underwear in the fold of your dress and closed the door behind you in the bathroom, making sure he doesn’t sneak a peek at what you would be wearing under the dress. You picked out a black lace balconette bra and thong, and garters for around your thighs, making sure they were high up enough for them to not be seen when you were wearing your dress. You walked out of the bathroom to see Rafe shirtless as he pulled his shirt on, his muscles flexed as he did so. You bit your lip and rubbed your thighs together, he looks good tonight. But so did you. You wanted the overwhelming sexual energy to diffuse, and there was only one way to accomplish that. You both walked downstairs together to pregame in the kitchen before people started showing up. 

“You’re gonna wear your ring tonight?” Rafe asked. 

You looked down at your hand, “Do you want me to?”

“Do I want everyone to know you’re mine?” He tapped his chin, pretending to think, “That’s a stupid question.”

You rolled your eyes but agreed silently, finishing your drink as you waited for people to start to show up.

part nine

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Just One Song

Terzo x (mostly) gn!reader

Here's one for the Terzhoes, sorry for neglecting you ghesties, I'm just obsessed with II and IV. (Edit: I notice this might seem unwarranted considering how little I’ve actually posted but if you saw the state of my WIPs, you’d get it. So I guess I’m apologizing in advance.)

Notes: One instance of “sir” used when addressing the reader. But it could be jokingly to anyone, really.

Tags: suggestive (makeout, smidge of dry humping I guess) but not explicit (still MDNI, 18+, you know the drill), slight sub/dom (dom reader, sub Terzo)

Word count: ~400 (again, I know, sth longer soon)

You flop onto your back, out of breath and completely limp. Your eyes are closed and your mind blank, exertion and euphoria blending into a haze.

“You’re doing so well, amore,” Terzo says, standing over you.

“Hmm. C’mere,” you pat the top of your thigh, your eyes still closed.

“I don’t want to distract you,” he replies, but takes a small step forward anyway.

“I have three minutes. ‘Til the song’s over. Now sit,” you command, now glaring at him demandingly.

“Yes, sir.”

He saunters over and stands with his feet at either side of your legs. He squats down until he is straddling your lap and your hands drift to his thighs as soon as he’s situated on you. They feel like heaven beneath your fingers, firm in some places, soft in others. As you massage them, captivated, his eyes demand your attention at the edge of your vision. You reach one hand up to his neck while the other grips his hip. He leans over, closing the distance between you.

You capture his lips in a hungry kiss, your hands traveling over his body, wanting to feel it all at once. He opens his mouth to deepen the kiss and you are happy to oblige. Your tongues are now swirling around each other and he lets out a small moan at the sensation. You tangle your fingers in his hair while your other hand firmly squeezes his ass, which makes him jump a bit.

As he begins to grind into you, you notice his erection pressed against you and you tilt your hips upwards in reciprocation. His pace is slow and sensual while his mouth is lazily exploring yours. All you can think to do is press him closer to you, squeezing his torso with your arms. The feeling of his body against yours is intoxicating and despite your exhaustion, you feel the urge to spin him around and have your way with him.

And then the next song plays on your stereo. You groan and pull away slowly.

“No, please,” he pleads, frowning.

“I know. I’ll just be a few minutes. Last set. Promise.”

He climbs off of you with a grumble and sits down on the floor next to you, watching you all the while.

You get through the last set of your workout with your form just a little bit sloppy, distracted by your desire to get back to what you were just doing.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

SWERVE ACTUALLY TAGGED A REAL SHIBARI PLACE IN THE PICTURE TOO

CAN U GIVE ME LIKE A RANDOM NSFW HEADCANON ABOUT SWERVE IM THIRSTING BADLY FOR HIM ��🤤

Leather and Lace (18+)

Summary: Reader finds out about Swerves thing for Shibari and decides to add her own twist on it

Warnings: Shibari, oral (M receiving), P in V sex, orgasms, cream pie, pure dirty smut, 18 +

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When I found out about Swerve's secret Shibari kink I was not surprised. Ever since that Texas death match with hangman, he had changed. He was obsessed with pain, he wanted to try new things in the bedroom, things I would have never done. I still couldn't believe he had me pour hot wax on his chest, wouldn't that hurt?! Anyway, I had a little surprise in-store for Swerve. I had invited him over for the evening and would have my way with him with my own form of Shibari. I would replace the thick ropes with pink silk ribbon. Why? I thought it would be cute, I would get to wrap him like a little present.

***

The moment Swerve stepped into my apartment I could tell he knew something was up. "You are adorable, you got me flowers!" I told Swerve as I greeted him with a kiss, grabbing the red roses from his hand, and placing them in a vase. "Yeah yeah, I know," he said blushing at my words. As I returned from the kitchen after placing the flowers in a vase Swerve disappeared. "Where did you go?" I called out "I'm in your room!" as I entered the room I found Swerve buried under a pile of plushes. "YOU'RE SITTING ON THEM!" I yelled, pushing Swerve out of the way. "Chill woman! How do you even function with all of these stuffed animals in here, no offence but you are literally 30" "Rude, and first of all you know they are here for decoration, I don't sleep with them. You are the only teddy bear I need. Also, you bought me half of these!" Just then I felt something hit me in the head. That bastard was starting a pillow fight. "Oh you're on Mr!" I said as I hit him back with a decorative pillow.

The two of us threw pillows at each other playfully, I got on top of Swerve, pinning him to the mattress so I could get a good shot at him. Just then the two of us locked eyes, and we both felt it. It was like we could read the other's minds, we needed each other and now. He kissed me passionately, the two of us tangled in each other, trying to remove our clothing as fast as possible. "I need you so fucken badly Y/n" Swerve whispered as my ear as he began to place sloppy kisses down my neck. "Wait," I told him as I pushed him off of me "Did I do something wrong, my love? I thought you wanted this?" Swerve said nervously, worry spread all over his face. "No, no, I do want this. I just wanted to try something new. I had it all planned out for later tonight" I could see the mysterious grin spread on his face.

I reached in the bottom drawer and pulled out a roll of pink silk. "What is that for?" Swerve asked curiously. "Well, I know you like shibari and I wanted to try my own twist on it. I don't like ropes, so I was thinking I could tie you up in pink ribbon!" "Pink ribbon? Are you serious?" "Yes! Do you know how strong silk is, it would be simular to the silk handcuffs you got me for my birthday" I could see the confusion on his face but also curiosity "Can I tie you up like a pretty present?" I asked him innocently "Let me be in charge, I will take good care of you!" "Anything for you my love"

Swerve's eyes were dark, filled with love and lust, this would be fun. I took my time, carefully straddling him as I tied the ribbon to his wrists, and then to the bedpost. I then took the remainder and created a Kriss Kross pattern of ribbon along both his arms and chest, making sure to tie a big bow above his navel. "Now would you look at that, don't you look so pretty! I wonder what cowboy would think if he saw you all tied up like this" "Watch it" "What are you gonna do about it? Do you know how tight I tied these, no way you could get out without ripping the bedpost off"

This was going to be fun

I placed delicate kisses from his neck all the way to his inner thighs. He was hard, his cock angry, precum spilling from the tip. I teased him, placing small kisses and kitten licks on his shaft before taking him in my mouth. I could feel Swerve try to get out of my restraints, I was internally thanking my mom for forcing me to be a Girl Scout, the only thing I remembered was how to tie some serious knots. "You're killing me Y/n" Swerve cried out above me in response to how slow I was going. It's not every day I had this man submitting to me, I wanted to take advantage of this moment. I increased my pace, working him until he was about to reach his release. "Please Y/n, this is not funny!" Swerve called out. "What? You can tease me but I can't tease you?" I then straddled Swerve, sinking down on him painfully slow until I bottomed out, taking a minute to compose myself before I began to ride him.

I selfishly fucked myself on him using him like he was a toy. I could feel Swerve's orgasm approaching "Don't even think about cumming, you cum when I say you do. Do you understand" "Yes mam!" I continued to fuck myself on him like my life depended on it, reaching between my thighs to play with my clit. I could feel Swerve trying to break free from the restraints to touch me, I was loving it. "I don't think I can hold it any longer Y/n" Swerve called out "Yes you can baby, just a little longer, I'm almost there," I told him as loosened the restraints on his hips, Swerve then began to thrust up into me, adding to deeper penetration. That sent me over the edge "Cum for me baby" Swerve and I came hard, the two of us sharing an intense orgasm. "Fuck, that was amazing, you need to do that more often!" Swerve praised.

Now I need to think of what to try next

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Happy one year Dior 😌🩷 I truly enjoy all of your work you’re so talented and super sweet!

My word is “Smirked”

Thank you Nadia baby!!!! 🥺👉🏽👈🏽 sending all the love and admiration back to you 💗💗

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A light sheen only sweat coated your chest as you danced amongst friends in the dark nightclub. You weren’t drunk, but you definitely felt relaxed as you felt the vodka cranberry work it’s way through your body. You felt lighter, swaying your hips to Bills, Bills, Bills by Destiny’s Child.

After cheers-ing with your girls, your eyes scanned the room for him.

Your eyes finally locked with his, his infamous smirk on his lips as his eyes were lightly hooded with lust. He sat in the VIP area, in conversation with others but clearly not paying attention as he simply nodded along to the words being said, but his focus never left you.

You grinned as you took a sip of your drink, making your way through the sea of people to get to him.

“Hi, baby.” You shyly spoke as you straddled his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck lovingly.

“Hi sweetheart, havin’ a good time?” Jack asked, his hands immediately sitting at your hips, rubbing circles into your skin.

“Mmhm. Missed you tho.” You hummed into his neck.

“Yeah? How much?” He teased, rubbing your open back.

“Sooooo much.” You nipped at his earlobe, grinding your hips into his.

Jack laughed, wrapping both arms around your waist and giving you a squeeze as your giggled into him.

“Want youuu, please?” You whined, starting to leaving sloppy kisses along his cheek , tracing the outline of his beard with your nose.

“Fuuuck, you know how I feel when you whine, baby.” Jack grunted, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you continued your loving assault on his face and crotch. You smirked into his neck, knowing your actions would prove to be successful; they always did.

“Okay, cmon, up up- let’s go home.” Jack urged you, tapping your ass gently.

“Don’t wanna walk. My feet hurt.” You pouted, demeanor changing as your focused shifted from the tent in Jack’s pants to your aching feet.

“Aw baby, s’an easy fix. Here-“ Jack said as he unlaced the heels from your feet for you.

“Hold ‘em.” He told you, and you grasped onto the black strappy heels as Jack lifted you into the air, securing your legs around his waist as he hugged you close to him, one arm wrapped under your thigh and the other around your waist as he made his was through and out the club.

You couldn’t wipe the giant smile on your lips as he walked the both of you to the black SUV that would take you home.

“Thank you, handsome.” You cradled his face and planted a kiss to his lips as he sat you down in your seat.

“No worries, you’re gonna be using em to bounce on me in a few anyways, might as well spare you some pain.” He winked at you. You rolled your eyes at him before swatting his chest as he settled in the drivers seat next to you.

“They still ache tho.” You frowned at your feet before Jack brought them into his lap, pulling out of the parking lot before starting to massage one foot with his hand.

“I can think of a couple other parts of you that are gonna be aching pretty soon.” Jack smirked at you.

You played off his joke with a small shove of your foot, but you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together at the thought of the toe-curling, hair pulling, euphoric dicking down he was going to give you.

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[writingsofwesteros]

... or let Benjen stay in WF and not go to Castle Black. Sharing a bed and the love of their women is Ned and Ben's way to cope with the trauma of losing half their family and they stay together...

Ned is still in charge btw!

He is very much in charge, currently also inside Catelyn's ass. She is straddling Benjen and riding his cock with her pussy, while Ned is taking her from behind. The sounds she's making... he feels every one of her moans with his entire body. His wife is being double-fucked like a slut and she knows it and she loves it and Ned knows it and it does things to him.

Suddenly Catelyn's moans are muffled by the mouth of another. His wife's Maid who is currently also riding Benjen's face, is making out with Catelyn, giving Ned perhaps the most erotic view of his life. Their kisses are sloppy and brrathless, and Ned thinks they're both glorious.

"You're slacking off, brother," Ned grunts. "Push that tongue in deeper. I can see that she wants it."

"Mhhnnn!" Benjen says into the Maid's pussy, but immediately complies. Ned thinks maybe he's beeing too demanding of his little brother... but no, Ben should count himself happy, and he knows it.

"Catelyn, my sweetest, play with her breasts. Show me," he murmurs into Catelyn's shoulder. He knows it's hard to comply for her, when she's lost in her pleasure like that, but Ned is nothing if not fair - she is receiving so much love right now, she must also give some of it back.

Catelyn massages the full breasts of the other lass. Both women are pregnant and showing and their teats are growimg full and looking delicious. Nobody has any idea who is the father of which child but Ned finds he doesn't care. At first they were trying to keep in under control, but Ned so enjoyed the sight of Catelyn on Ben's cock, and one thing led to another... They're going to raise all the children together anyway.

Life is so, so good. Ned never thought life could be so good.

In the spring two beautiful girls, the red haired Sansa and darker-coloured Jenny, are born and join the rapidly growing Winterfell nursery. Are the people talking behind Ned's back? Sure they are. They think he can't hear it but he can, and it's mostly along the lines of: just how did the darn wolf pull that off?!, and also I can't believe the luck of that bastard!, or sometimes I wish it were me and my dick in there...

ALL OF THAT So damn hot !!

Sweet maid falling apart on top of Benjen as she melts against Cat.

Ned so enjoys the orders he can give out!!

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They were already doing everything a married would do, and Kelly decided that it was time for them to make it legal. 

***

That T-shirt right there, your hair messed up like a Guns-n-Roses video

"Shh, babe." Kelly laughed, "You are going to wake up Shay." 

"No, I won't." Libby said with a giggle, "She has a girl over anyways. My giggling won't bring her out of the haze she is in. She has a one-track mind especially when it comes to pretty brunettes." 

The leader of the rescue squad laughed and grasped a hold of her forearm to keep her steady. Cruz and Otis had kept handing her different shots to see if she would get sloppy drunk.

But as he thought, she didn't get giggly or handsy until they left the bar to come home. He had seen her drink with her three older brothers and knew that she could handle her booze with the best of them. 

And it was just great to see the expressions on Cruz and Otis's faces when they realized their plan didn't work. "But still do you want to deal with a cranky Shay tomorrow?"

"No." Libby said pushing the door to their bedroom open, 'You do know that this is all Cruz and Otis's fault, right?" 

"Oh, I know." He said following her into the bedroom and reaching his hand out to unzip her dress, 'I told them that they could come to take care of you if you weren't feeling good tomorrow." 

Libby wiggled out of her dress and gave her boyfriend an offended look. "We Reagans don't get sick or hung over Severide. Expect for Danny but then again he takes after the Reilly side of the family."

"I know I remember hearing the story about his cadet class reunion," Kelly said watching her walk into the adjoining bathroom. 

"Guess who had to go pick him up afterward?" She leaned back and looked at him. 

"You?" 

"Yes, and let me tell you he wasn't happy about me being the one to pick him up. And it didn't help my case that I had my music up loud." 

"You, my love are evil." He laughed as he started to pull off his shirt. 

"Only on days that end in Y." She grinned before leaning back into the bathroom to wash her makeup off.

Since they had been together she had made leaps and bounds in her personality and had grown into a woman he wouldn't mind spending the rest of his life with her. He had Shay go out with him and design the perfect ring for her. 

He just had to figure it all out. He had done the big proposal when he was going to marry Renee and he knew that Libby didn't care much for the big things, she was just happy to be with him. 

His ears perked up hearing the familiar intro of Guns-N-Roses Paradise City playing. He sat down on the bed and could see her dancing in the bathroom pulling up her messy hair into a ponytail clad in one of his baggy Chicago Fire department shirts.

Feeling his eyes on her, she turned and looked at him. 

"What?"

 "Nothing." He answered as she came into the room carrying her phone with her. 'Mhmm." She said moving to straddle his lap

. "What is going on in that head of yours?" 

"I have been thinking." He started moving his hands up her bare thighs.

 "About what?" She asked.

 "About how much I want to marry you." 

"Marry me?" She repeated looking at him surprised.

 "Yes." He returned before reaching over and taking the small velvet box and handing it to her. "We are doing everything that involves being married why not just make it legal? What do you say? Want to become Libby Serveride?"

 She looked thoughtful for a second before breaking out in a bright smile, "Yes!" She exclaimed causing him to laugh and sit up and kiss her. "I love you." She muttered against his lips. 

"I love you too." He said as he rolled them over resting her on her back.

****

"Good morning Shay," Libby said coming down the stairs a little skip her step. 

"What are you so happy about this morning?"

 Instead of answering, she held up her hand and showed her, the shining engagement ring. 

"Finally!" She exclaimed going over to her and hugging her. 

"I have been waiting for him to ask you to marry him for weeks. Since he got that ring for you." 

She nodded her head before she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I was going to ask you if you mind being my maid of honor. If you wouldn't encourage me I wouldn't have gotten together with him." 

"Of course!" She said, "Does Gabby know?" 

"Not yet. You are the first one to hear."

 "Good. Hey, congrats there Kelly. Libby just told me." Kelly nodded his head before he went around the table and pressed a kiss to Libby's lips and took her coffee mug from her. 

"You have to tell Cruz and Otis." Shay said. Libby turned to her fiancée who nodded his head in agreement. "I will call them."

[sometimesraven]

Ian and the Afterglow

Fandom: Quantum Leap 2022 POV: Jenn Chou Ship: Jenn Chou x Ian Wright

Summary: Ian was well known in certain friend circles as the "Party Kitten."

WARNING: THIS IS PWP. SMUTTY SMUT. PLS HEED THE TAGS ON AO3. DLDR.

((kjhkjghsg I literally cannot believe I wrote this please don’t laugh at me I never usually post the smut I write because I suCK but this idea wouldn’t leave me alone shgksjgh

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Ian was well known in certain friend circles as the "Party Kitten."

Jenn liked to take credit for the idea, but honestly it just kind of caught on. She remembered it vividly: the first time Ian decided to put on the ears and lingerie at her place when everyone was way too drunk to care. They knelt at Jenn’s feet, leaning contently against her knee as she stroked behind their ear, as she did basically all the time anyway sexual or nah. People started to want to join in and Ian happily obliged, allowing Jenn to lead them around the party for attention like— well, like a new kitten.

It didn’t take long before people started to strip and Ian was returning the affection with sweet little favours. Jackie got cheeky nuzzles against her hot pink panties. Jon got teasing purrs against his thigh, just a little too far from the tent in his pants for the warm breaths to do more than caress past him.

Jenn was realising they had way too many friends with J names.

When teasing turned to panting and sloppy kisses, and people started to pair off as they did, Ian returned to Jenn’s side. They looked up at her with those stupid horny eyes that were way too big for their face crinkled in a mischievous grin, and Jenn didn't hesitate to tug them to their feet by the collar she’d bought them. She ran her thumb briefly over the diamante studs decorating the red leather, smirking at their breaths huffing with anticipation, then shoved them onto the couch.

The whimper they gave as they landed was delicious — a tiny, choked gasp as the plug holding that fluffy blond tail in place jostled inside them. Ian stayed perfectly still where they sat, their chest rising and falling in heavy, panting breaths. They were always so anxious... Jen straddled them slowly, taking a second to wiggle and settle just far enough from their lace-decorated cock, leaning forward carefully so they barely touched, her hands on their shoulders so they couldn't close the space.

"You liked bein' shown around like that, huh?" she murmured, trying real hard not to lose her composure at how adorable they looked right now: wet eyes and parted lips, decorated and ready for her. "Paraded like a prize fuck-toy?" She smirked at the sharp breath they drew at her words, leaning in to brush their noses together before stealing a chaste kiss.

"All that attention..." Ian's lips were silken-smooth; their kisses were always eager but so soft they were almost cautious, like the very act of exploring another’s lips might overwhelm them entirely. "You look so pretty when you’re being used like that."

Ian mewled contently, the noise barely leaving their lips before their eyes were closed and their head tilted back, leaning into Jenn’s fingers running gently through their hair. They wriggled under her, stuck in a cycle of stimming happily only to gasp and buck and whine as they jostled their plug again. Jenn grabbed tight at the root of their thick waves, pulling their head back so they were forced to look into her eyes, the gasp they took getting caught in their throat. She kissed them again, more urgently this time, the buzz of alcohol and fun of seeing them perform for the party driving her to move faster than she usually would; the throbbing between her legs was too urgent to tease them for too long.

"Careful," she murmured as they shifted and whimpered again; their breaths coming in the rugged gasps she knew to mean they were just as worked up as she was, "No fun if you make a mess before we even get started~"

Her free hand lowered to cup and squeeze their cock, hard enough to be poking eagerly out of the top of the sheer lace and steadily dripping onto their belly. Jenn smirked again at the long, high-pitched whine she drew from them, pressing a few rough kisses to their collarbone as they arched towards her. Ian writhed under the attention, the reaction chaining with another bump of their tail plug against their prostate and dragging the whine into a pathetic, needy whimper.

"Pl-.. please..." they breathed, barely a whisper. Jenn smiled again, letting her hand rest where the plug met Ian’s skin, nestled between soft, plump cheeks.

"We greenlit?" she checked, lifting her head to watch their face for a moment. She knew they enjoyed giving up control like this — the only time it seemed they weren’t fussing over work and second-guessing their entire existence — but the way their mind wiped when they were in this space meant Jenn had learned to be especially careful.

"Please," was all they could say in response, their hands gripping the couch so tight they were putting claw marks in the leather. That was good enough for Jenn. She tugged gently on the plug, beginning to pull it out just a little slower than necessary and delighting in the low, rumbling groan in Ian’s chest. One of their hands shifted, batting blindly for the table beside the couch, and Jenn smiled widely as she tugged the drawer open to see what they were looking for.

"A double-ender," she noted with an approving hum, examining the smooth pink silicone dildo with a smile, "When did you hide that there?"

Ian tried to answer, but their voice cracked and locked in their throat, stolen as it always was by the headspace they were in. The question was rhetorical anyhow, and she took great delight in ever-so-slowly lubing up the toy, barely watching what she was doing in favour of the anticipatory stillness that had come over her kitten-eared best friend. Prep wasn’t particularly needed but she delighted in pressing a finger slowly into them, then another; working them so slowly that they groaned and writhed and bucked into her hand in desperate search of more.

"You did good preparing for today," she hummed, curling her fingers inside them to elicit a long, pitiful whine. "I didn't even have to ask."

"Y-You're my-.." Jenn was impressed that they could even speak by this point, though the words were lust-drunk and mumbled. "..-my friend."

Jenn stilled, raising a brow. She withdrew her fingers, sitting up to watch as Ian whined and bucked in search of the lost stimulation. "What was that?"

"You-you're my best friend," they corrected, the sentence ending in another desperate mewl, "Jenn, please--"

Jenn couldn't help the way her heart warmed at the words, giving Ian a full grin. "Good kitten," she praised, watching the glimmer in their eyes fondly as she finally slipped out of the underwear she’d been sitting in nothing but for at least an hour. They were almost embarrassingly damp as she tossed them aside, wasting no time in positioning herself over the silicone and lowering herself onto it.

The moan that left her lips was filthy; the cool, thick fullness sent shocks through her stomach on contact. She could barely find the coordination to line up the other end through the trembling in her hands, accepting Ian’s help to tug their panties away and push slowly inside of them. The gasp and groan that shook Ian’s chest pulled another low moan from her lips, her hips rocking of their own accord as Ian’s bucked to meet her. It took a second to fall into a more steady pace, her hands firm on Ian's hips to guide them to the same.

Time blurred with pure sensation, carrying them forward while the world melted to nothing. Jenn's fingers intertwined with Ian's as wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through her stomach and stole her strength; forcing her to lean forward until her breasts met Ian's; soft skin against the lace of their bra brushing pure electric on contact.

Ian's plump lips parted as their whimpers became choked moans, eyes squeezed shut as their head tilted back almost in invitation. Jenn planted a few sloppy, rough kisses to their jaw before stealing those lips again, pulling one hand free again to slip between them and swallowing the groan that Ian gave the moment her hand made contact with their cock.

She stroked them slowly, quickly becoming slick with the precum that leaked from them as her thrusts picked up speed in response to Ian's becoming more desperate. The angle she leaned at had her clit brushing against them and she groaned as she automatically pressed a little harder into them, the friction just barely enough to satisfy her.

A strangled mewl broke from Ian's throat as Jenn broke the kiss to breathe, their head pushing back against the couch cushion as their back arched into her, "J-Jenn, god-.. I can't--"

Jenn grinned, choking on a breathless laugh as they abandoned Ian's other hand in favour of pulling them up to face her, their foreheads touching as her eyes stared into theirs. Ian's gaze was a constellation glittering with tears and little else, their mind all but wiped by the pleasure as they silently pleaded with Jenn for more. She lifted her hand slightly, tangling in their curls as the hand on their cock sped up a little, "Gonna cum?"

Ian whimpered again, their eyes squeezing shut once more as they nodded slightly. Jenn's grin grew a little wider, tugging at their hair so they had to look at her again. "Wait."

The desperate whine they gave was enough to send another jolt through her stomach, her hips stuttering for a second before she found her rhythm again. Ian's carefully curated prettiness had all but melted into something fuck-drunk and real, the sheen of sweat on their nose and the smudged mascara on their flushed cheeks a vulnerable picture so beautiful Jenn almost didn't know how to handle it. Almost sensing her staring, their eyes dipped to watch her hand, then back up her body to settle on her face again, and with a shaking hand they, too, reached between their bodies.

"Oh, fuck..." The groan came from deep at the back of her throat. She tilted her head back as Ian's fingers found her clit and stroked clumsy circles there. Shiny brown eyes gazed up at her wide and submissive, bottom lip between their teeth as they basked in her approval. "Good kitten, fuck-.."

It was embarrassing how quickly she felt the end approaching. They were messy and clumsy and uncoordinated together, their groans occasionally interrupted by laughter as their hands clashed or they had to shift positions, but Jenn could see the muscles in Ian's stomach clenching and felt their hips stutter and shake as they fought to keep their orgasm at bay, their whimpers becoming loud, mewling cries. Jenn groaned again, moans of her own beginning to break through her self-control as her thrusts stuttered and she fought to keep the rhythm.

"You’re so pretty," she gasped, "So goddamn good..."

Ian responded only with incoherent babbling, their free hand wrapped around Jenn with nails digging into her back. She choked on another laugh, kissing their forehead as her legs began to tremble and her thoughts began to fuzz. "So good," she repeated, her own words beginning to fail her, "Fuck— come for me, Ian—"

The words had barely left her mouth before Ian was keening, their voice breaking mid-shout with the force of the orgasm they’d been keeping at bay as it ripped through them, their cock twitching and spilling in long, thick ropes across their stomach. Their fingers on Jenn faltered and she shoved them aside, keeping one hand milking the long, writing orgasm out of them while the other replaced their hand on her clit, rubbing desperate circles as the sight of Ian’s release pushed her over the edge.

Ian grabbed her hand as the tight coil in her stomach snapped, fingers intertwining with hers once more as she arched and moaned into the dizzying fireworks, collapsing sideways against the back of the couch with one last shivering buck that drew an overstimulated whimper from Ian.

They stayed there for a long moment, panting and jelly-limbed in the content glow of warmth inside them. Jenn’s thumb absently stroked Ian’s knuckles in a weak gesture of comfort while she tried to regain her strength, eventually finding the will to pull the dildo out of them both and let it clatter to the floor alongside Ian’s tail and the ears that had long-since fallen from their head.

She reached for the wipes she kept nearby for spills, handing one to Ian with a mindless grunt (cum was the one thing she wouldn’t deal with and they had both agreed to that long ago). Ian shifted aside slightly as they slowly cleaned themself up, allowing Jenn to squeeze behind them and gently stroke their hair.

"You good?" she asked, her voice soft in their ear.

Ian nodded, not entirely in control of their voice just yet, "Good."

"Everything we did with the others, was that-.."

"Greenlit," Ian hummed, finishing up on their stomach and tossing the soiled wipe aside to snuggle back against her, glad this couch was pretty big.

"Greenlit, huh?" Jenn couldn’t help the sleepy smirk that touched her lips, fond at the sight of Ian so content. The safe word system they had functioned after the fact — as an indicator of whether or not they wanted to do it again in future. "We’ll have to figure something out, then."

Ian hummed their agreement, all heavy-lidded eyes and kiss-smudged lipstick smile. Jenn knew the place was a mess, and that their friends would wake up to the aftermath of their kinky sex tomorrow with questions, but as Ian drifted to a peaceful sleep (a rare sight, if their late-night texting was anything to go by) she didn’t have the heart to move and disturb them.

Everything else could wait until tomorrow. For now, all that mattered was Ian and the afterglow.

[amimimi]

✿ : annoying sex habits; pillars

synopsis: annoying (?) things that come up when you have sex with your respective hashira

pairings: tomioka giyuu x f!reader, shinazugawa sanemi x f!reader, rengoku kyojuro x f!reader, uzui tengen x f!reader, iguro obanai x f!reader, himejima gyomei x f!reader

warnings: minors dni, explicit smut, rough sex, cursing, no beta

notes: slander, just slander. and crack. i apologize for spelling/grammatical errors !

GIYUU:

awkwardly quiet from start to finish

like damn, mf, not even a grunt? A GASP? 😭

his breathing doesn’t even pick up

he’s just silently hovering above, swiftly thrusting into you

even when he cums—NOTHING!!

LIKE CAN YOU AT LEAST SIGH??

and to top it off, after he cums he just sorta rolls over and pets you on the head? like he wants to smooth your hair back but he’s too afraid to commit??? like he wasn’t all up in your guts like two seconds ago?? ✋😐

you genuinely have no clue if he’s enjoying himself or not

you have to sit him down and admit to him that you feel a lil insecure because he doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself

giyuu feels TERRIBLE because he loves you deeply and is affected by you sm but he just can’t stand hearing himself moaning

his moans are kinda high-pitched, almost keening, and it’s so embarrassing to him

to YOU, giyuu, not to us 😫

“i...sound...weird” is all he says, frowning in the complete opposite direction from you

he slipped up once tho and y’all weren’t even having sex

you were straddling his lap, both fully clothed, kissing each other fervently, after he’d return to his estate after a very long mission

he was already feeling a little frayed from not seeing you for so long

so that with the way your grinding down against his bulging cock, mewling and moaning as you plant sloppy kisses against his mouth, his cheeks, the neck; sighing “missed you, missed you so much” into his ear

he starts to feel himself unravel at a rate that concerns him, you feel so good and sound so sweet —it’s all too much for him

his breathing kinda stutters, but you’re too engrossed to notice

giyuu is like “nope, nuh uh, absolutely not” as he tries to gather himself together, blinking away the white spots in his vision

but then you drag your crotch against his clothed cock so good, so deliciously that he can’t help the shaky, high pitched moan that escapes from his lips

you glance up at him in shock while he shuts his eyes and hangs his head in shame

“wait...wait, giyuu did you—”

“stop”

“no wait! that was so hot!”

almost kicks you out of his room 😭

like i’m sorry, it’d take a while for him to actually let loose but at least he’s sorta sighing into your ear now? 😅

SANEMI:

talks a huge f*cking game about how big his cock is and how he’s gonna tear your sh*t up

bitch...we weren’t being LITERAL

he’s actually thrusting into you like he wants to square up with your cervix

LIKE BRO RELAX???

i do think sanemi enjoys rougher sex but sometimes i think it’s a lil performative

i also think he feels that he needs to overcompensate bc he thinks he’s not as experienced

y’all he canonically has a pet rhinoceros beetle,,,he ain’t as big and bad as he seems💀

also he doesn’t know how to be truly intimate with anyone but we can get into that later

BUT ANYWAYS!

no foreplay, just dives into the pussy

literally throws you onto the bed, sucks at you neck for a bit and then all of sudden you hear a “hpwuah! 💦”

and you sit up like “ikyfl” just to see he’s spat onto the shaft of his cock, pumping his fist along his shaft to spread the saliva

babe that’s when you should’ve sat up and left 😟

HIS COCK IS TOO FCKIN THICK AND BIG TO BE DOIN STUPID SH*T LIKE THAT

between the lack of foreplay and the way he’s just slamming his hips into yours...you are in PAINNN

and he keeps grunting shit like “yeah, you like that? gonna tear your f* ckin uterus into half” WHAT?(???$;@3&:

you slam your fists against his chest and choke out a “sanemi, stop”

he stills instantly, panting as his facial expression morphs into one of confusion and concern

“what’s wrong?” he asks gruffly, gently placing his hand on your arm and giving you a tiny squeeze there

once you tell him that he’s hurting you way more than you’d like, he’d feel bad almost immediately

sanemi sits back, his shoulders tense with shame and he gives a terse, “sorry “

willing to learn but y’all might argue here and there bc he refuses to believe that he isn’t the pussy destroyer he claims to be

KYOJURO

okay he’s actually got the mechanics down

has no problem pleasuring you/making you cum

HOWEVER!

HE’S LIKE MFIN DRILL SERGEANT

like y’all can’t have sex leisurely 😭

and it’s not so much a sexual thing as it is that kyojuro just wants you to be the best version of yourself possible,,,in every aspect of your life 😐

it starts off as like kyojuro being like “ONE MORE ROUND!” and you thought it was hot that his stamina was through the roof

but then it quickly turns into “omg WHEN DOES THIS END?!’cc”

you’ve been bouncing on his cock FOR GOD KNOWS HOW LONG trying to get him to cum

but you’re tiring quickly, your thighs burning as they tremble against kyojuro’s waist

you’re place your hands on his lower stomach for SOME sort of stability as your hips stutter

kyojuro feels you tremble against him and from the way you’re panting, he knows it’s from exhaustion

he has his hands on your waist to help you keep balance, but he isn’t assisting you 💀he wants you to work for it

you’re sweaty af, struggling to lift your hips off his cock as you pout up at him

“i-i’m getting tired, kyojuro—”

“you are? but it’s only been sixteen minutes?” he smiles up at you, face flushed as his hair spills around the pillow.

“i’m not fit like you” you pant, face screwed up as your calves begin to cramp up.

kyojuro’s face falls slightly “ah, don’t say that! you’re just as fit! here, let’s try for ten more minutes, i believe in you! 🏋️ 😃”

and he looks up at you so earnestly,,,you’re like “godDAMNIT”

he holds both of your hands in his to keep you balanced and he literally starts shouting encouragements at you jskziwkuss

shouts a variation of like “try harder!” and “7 more minutes! you can do this!”

MF, NO I CAN’T 🧎🏾‍♀️😭

you know when you’re doing an intense workout and you get so tired your life flashes before your eyes? YEAH,,,YOU ARE DYINGGGG RN

of course you don’t complete the full 10 minutes but kyojuro doesn’t get on your ass completely about it

he just flips your listless body over and adjusts himself before he starts slowly thrusting into you

“don’t worry, my love! all that matters is that you tried! i’m sure you can do it next time!” he beams down at your whimpering form, before kissing your forehead

he’s cute but LIKE WHY DOES SEX HAVE TO BE A MFIN WORKOUT?? ✋😭

you have to tell him that you’re down to workout with him (RIP to you 💀) OUTSIDE the bedroom but you want sex with him to be slow paced and intimate...not him yelling at you like he’s your coach

he’ll ease up immediately, don’t worry!

OBANAI

mf said “the snake stays ON during sex! 😤💯”

jk

no i’m not

obanai is like “can kaburamaru stay in the room? 😐”

and you’re like “i—um, that would be cool but i feel like he’d be uncomfortable”

and he’s like “omg ur right...i wouldn’t want to watch him have sex either i guess 😕”

so y’all have to PLAN AHEAD TO FIND A BABYSITTER FOR HIS SNAKE IF YALL WANNA— 🤦🏾‍♀️

obanai thinks of kaburamaru as a friend, not so much as a pet so he’s feel guilty for “abandoning” him because he has a S/O now

that’s his mfin bestie 😌

okay real talk, obanai loves you, he is bewitched, body and soul—

maybe a bit TOO much because he’ll literally cum during foreplay and then pass out right after 🙁

HKSHDIDJEI HE CAN’T HELP IT!!

he tries to continue after cumming, but it’s like he’s been drugged

his eyes are struggling to stay open, barely holding himself up as he keeps slurring on his words, like omg baby,,,just sleep, it’s okay

he tries tries tries to make you cum before he finishes, BUT EVERYTHING YOU DO GETS HIS COCK ROCKHARD

obanai was laying between your legs, lip suctioned around your clit, dragging his tongue over the little nub

all while he’s languidly thrusting two fingers in and out your slick pussy

and baby his head game is *CHEF KISS*

you’re mewling and whining, grinding your hips against his face as he laps his tongue up and down your folds

the sounds your making, the taste of your cunt, the way he can feel you throbbing against his mouth—it has HIM trembling and whimpering

he’s unconsciously rutting his hips against the mattress, squeezing his eyes shut as he attempts to control himself

but then you make this sound that’s caught between a whimper and grunt, and it catches so prettily in the back of your throat—

he blows his load, unbeknownst to you, as gasps against your heat

he literally knocks out between your legs, with his mouth smushed against your pussy 💀

TENGEN

not a single f*cking thing

look at that man and tell me he doesn’t give you the best pipe of your life

okay wait actually there maybe ONE THING ☝️

he talks wayyyy too fucking much during sex

and it’s mostly outlandish sh*t

okay, when he asked “whose pussy is this? 😩” it was all fine and dandy BUT THEN HE TAKES IT UP A NOTCH—

“you’d die by this dick, huh 😏”

my pride won’t let me say yes, but yes...i would 🧎🏾‍♀️

like he says the most strange sh*t ever and it draws you out of the sex head space to be like “...WAIT WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

he does it on purpose though 💀

he’s lining himself up to your entrance and he looks up at you smirking and is all like “im gonna make you a single mother”

AYOO???? 😭

BITCH.WHAT.THE.FUCK??!!

you literally shoot up, scrunching your legs up to your chest

while he laughs at your horrified look

BRO DON’T PLAY LIKE THAT 😭

that and i feel like he’s so fckin heavy handed omg

slaps your ass while you’re riding him and your whole skeleton rattles for like 5 minutes after 😭

yeah other than that...there is no way he’d be bad at sex

GYOMEI

very...very...gentle

he’s genuinely afraid of hurting you during sex

like he’s so MASSIVE and he’s convinced there is no way you can take all of him

he feels the way your pussy barely accommodates two of his fingers and he’s like “hm maybe not...🥲”

when he’s fingering you, he just barely squirms his fingers around while he winces in fear that he’s hurting you

you tell him “gyomei, go harder”

and he’s like “no”

!;&;&/&/7,$;7)/)/

and you’re like “but i barely feel you moving?”

and he’s like “trust me this is for your own good”

YOU DON’T KNOW MY LIFE!

when he finally finally agrees to f*ck you with his cock, the whole process takes almost three hours because he takes his time lubing you up and stretching you out with his fingers

it takes him the whole last hour to actually bottom out just from out how slow he’s easing into you

and everytime your breath catches in your throat, he slides his cock from out of your pussy and he’s like “ahh, i knew this was a bad idea!”

and then y’all have to start all over again

he can barely feel you squeeze around his cock from just how you’re stretched around him and he starts to freak out

you have to assure him that he’s not hurting you so he doesn’t pull out again

he’s so sweet tho 🥺