#i’m just vibrating out of my skin abt them

[cvnt4him]

HI I saw your fic abt izuku being really nervy with touch but now can you do one where his girl “bsf” (us) is rlly touchy and they always do couple stuff so casually and everyone is like “y’all are literally dating” and he insists “nahhh this is what bsf do” and we are like “he doesn’t know he’s my bf yet” kinda vibe? Idk if this is coherent at all but yk I’m just a girl

Oh I like the way you think.

This is what friends do.

They snuggle up close to each other, bodies flush against one another. Izuku 10% believes, that this is indeed what best friends do. He holds you close, ketting you scoot back into him, your ass right up against his pelvis. He shudders resisting the urge to let his hips buck up against your ass.

But this is what friends do, they cuddle close and look into each other's eyes longingly. The dark room consumes the both of you whole, his hand finds itself way to your cheek gently rubbing it while you whisper something to him. Everything you say unfortunately goes unheard, he's too busy trying his hardest to get a good look at you underneath the moonlights glow.

It's all okay. This is what friends do. They kiss each other on the cheek, or on the foreheads, or even sometimes the nose. They kiss each other in these places to make their friends know they're loved. It's even okay for them to occasionally kiss the corner of the others lips.

Izuku was nervous, your touch was warm literally burning his skin. It's like in whatever place you touch it vibrated and turned pink, he didn't know what to do. His face was hearing up, your face was so close to his he just didn't know how to react. He felt your breath on his face, you were so close to him it made him shiver. Finally you stop just an inch away from your lips touching, he gulped audibly and tried his hardest not to freak out.

“ goodnight zu.”

You say in a whispered tone, gently kissing the very corner of his lips making him gasp while you did so. You give him a small smile before snuggling close and lying your head on his chest. His breath was shaky and his whole face was beet red, luckily it was too dark for you to notice. He sighed and laid his chin atop of your head closing his eyes and getting ready for bed.

Although if you asked izuku he would be quick to say "you're just best friends!" He'll admit there are some things that make him question your relationship. One time you both were out with friends at the movies, he bought you a ticket and some snacks for the both of you to share, plus you were wearing matching onesies. Everyone was quick to comment on it and how cute you both were but he was quick to shut it down.

“ oh c'mon, we're just friends! right y/n?”

“ yeah guys, we're seriously just besties at best. He just doesn't know he's actually my husband yet.”

Izukus eyes were blown wide as you walked past him slurping a slushie, mina follower you giggling you both had started whispering and huddling together talking about something. Izuku would be lying if he said he didn't want to know. Some of the guys were so quick to tease him asking him questions like "when you two got married" and "if you'd let him hit yet".

While sitting down and watching the movie you sat next to mina mostly just talking rather than watching, izuku sat next to bakugou and denki with kirishima sero and todoroki behind them. Izuku was just above you, yet you were so good at whispering he couldn't exactly make out what you were saying, but trust his nosy ass wanted to know.

“ so you're telling me you've NEVER thought about fucking y/n? like not even once?!”

Denki questioned midoriya with a box of Pocky in his hands, izuku was chewing on some twizzlers and nearly choked at the absurd question.

“ w- what?! no! of course not! we're seriously just friends okay?”

He was quick to shut it down. Huffing as he leaned onto his best friend slightly, the blond looked down to the green haired boy who's eyes were trained on you and what you were showing mina on your phone. Katsuki scoffed which involuntarily caught everyone's attention.

“ if yer’ gonna pretend like you don't want ‘er at least stop staring at her like you wanna fuck ‘er.”

It made all the boys laugh, and tease izuku he was so red and just didn't know how to react. Now his best friend was teasing him? It'll never end. With an annoyed sigh izuku stood and excused himself from the rather noisy group. He walked past you and mina grabbing your attention, mina pointed at him and pushed you to follow him. You did exactly that.

Following behind him you see him walking to the boys bathroom and just before he could go in you yell out "boo!" Making him let out a high pitched noise, causing people to look in your direction. He was so embarrassed he covered his face with his hood and grabbed you by your arm and pulled you inside and closing the door behind you. Luckily you were also wearing your hood so no one could exactly tell you weren't a guy.

“ I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't expect you to get scared like that hahaha!!”

You say to him with faux apologies, he was red and embarrassed, that adorable little pout forming back on his face. He was so prone to doing it all the time it's like it was just a default setting for him.

“ y/n!!”

The way he whined your name was just too cute. You were dying of laughter, holding onto him while he buried his face in your neck huffing and breathing into it. Once he smelled your perfume he calmed down a bit, your scent was just so soothing to him. Your laughter began to cease as you swayed in his arms. His eyes closed as he just held you there, he moved slightly shifting his nose to bury itself deeper into the crook of your neck, sighing heavily creating a warmth there.

You hum and scratch his scalp lightly, his hoodie falling off as you did so. He was just too cute for this world sometimes. Being a pouty little shit. You pull back a bit making him groan lowly while staring daggers into your eyes, he was annoyed. Not necessarily with you but with how everyone kept saying you two should "just get together". Or how you're "literally together". It didn't help that you played along with them and called him your husband.

The only thing running through his mind is what if he had actually liked you. What if he didn't know if he liked you. What if he hated the way you make him feel, how you'd touch all over him leaving your scent all over his clothes or his sheets like you'd just had sex or something..

“ zuku, what's the matter?”

He didn't answer. Too busy looking deep into your eyes, they way they looked up into his. That little sparkle in your eyes, it drove him crazy. The things the guys were saying earlier were replaying in his head as he took a good look at you and how you looked in this baggy onesie. Without a thought in mind he grabbed you by your neck and slammed you against the wall, pinning you to it and pressing his rough lips against yours.

You were surprised but welcomed it completely, his other free hand had roamed your body moving to your zipper to unzip it. Once he got it done he slipped his hand past the fabric and underneath the tank top you were wearing below the onesie, he felt your bare boob and squeezed it, moaning into your rough kiss.

It was sloppy and heated. Your teeth had accidentally clashed against each others, he was just so eager and angry he didn't know how to feel or act. The kiss began to get rather spit filled, saliva seeping through your lips and spilling at the corner of your mouths. He groaned into it as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. He was aggressive with the squeezing, never letting up.

Your hands soon wrap around his neck pulling him even closer into you. He breaks the kiss momentarily to catch his breath, his eyes still closed as he does so. He finally removed the hand that was groping your boobs to hoist your thigh up, he gave it a quick squeeze before gripping your neck tighter and craning your neck to the side, he had access to your neck and attacked it. Leaving heavily pigmented marks, he moved fast and claimed every spot he could with his mouth.

He groaned against your skin and breathed in your scent, absolutely getting drunk off of the taste of you. He was in between your thighs and took it as a sign to grind against you, he pushed you more against the wall while he roughly humped you. He groaned into your ear making your eyes roll. The friction felt nice but it wasn't enough for you.

You pushed him away making him scoff in annoyance, he was so sexually frustrated he just wanted to use you to get off. You clouded his thoughts more than hed like to admit and people were always telling him to fuck you so when he was finally trying to you push him away?

You unzip your onesie more revealing your shorts that were beneath, you reach back for him and pull him into you. Izuku was surprised but quickly understood, he grabbed you by your thighs and picked you up holding onto you tightly and he smashed his lips back with yours.

You both moaned into it and let your tongues swirl together swapping each others spit, izuku was so needy he had sat your body down on the sink and pulled you closer so you could wrap your legs around his waist. After you did so he was quick to grind into you again, he rubbed his hard cock against your clothed cunt as roughly as possible.

You could feel him much closer to your heart now, little mewls escaping you. His fingers hooked at the side of your shorts and tugged them down, the second he got them off he moved his kisses down and began kissing your thighs. It made you gasp at the sudden attention, he was staring right up at you through his lashes, moving inward towards your inner thighs licking and sucking all across them.

No words were needed, he knew you wanted him just as bad as he needed you. With nothing needed to be said he began kissing your clothed cunt, eyes rolling at the smell of you. He started sucking the cloth into his mouth trying to get as much of your essence into his mouth before he fully devoured you. He moved you now soaked panties to the side and finally stuck his face into your heat.

Izuku licked sloppily into you, not going into it with much thought just messily eating you. He licked and slurped all that he could, letting his fingers also get some action. He pulled his mouth away to let his fingers tease your slit making you whimper, he loved the noises you made for him. The sounds of your cunt squelching as he shoved his fingers into you, letting them bully their way inside of you. and the little mewls you let out, your hand trying to cover your mouth to not make any nose to catch any attention.

He lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder and buried his tongue back inside of you, his fingers were still going to work as he made sure to give as much attention to your clit as possible, kitten licking it to tease you. He knew what he was doing and it showed. How did izuku know this much about eating pussy and how to make it feel nice?

Hes only had one other girlfriend that you've known of. You tried to piece together whatever you could but it's like he was trying to get you to lose your mind. He curled his fingers just right making you feel the familiar cook in your stomach turn, everything was coordinating correctly you could feel your high approaching. Izuku knew you were close and wanted you to cum, he wanted to taste your cum so badly. He wanted to be the reason you came.

“ c'mon baby, cum f’me.. get it all over me..”

His speech was slurred, his eyes were slightly rolling backwards as he slurped as much of you up as he could. You came hard on his tongue and fingers yanking and tugging into his hair making him groan into your cunt while licking your clit, he kept eating you despite you cumming the extra stimulation had you shaking and throwing your head back. The moan you let out was too loud you both knew it was, izuku couldn't care though. He finally had you where he knew he wanted you, he had wanted you for so long and hated when people would ask questions about his feelings for you.

Of course he wanted you, of course he wanted to fuck you. He loved you so much and not just as a friend. Not as a 'best friend', more than that. He wanted you to be his and he hated the thought of anyone else having you. he wanted to be so possessive over you. He wanted you to want him.

Izuku took one last lick before coming up, he crawled back up to you and gave you a sweet kiss. His lips and tongue were contaminated with your flavour, you could taste yourself on his lips and didn't know how to feel about it.

You both left the bathroom and hurried back to the group only to find that the movie had long ended, they all looked at the both of you and just snickered and laughed. you two hadn't noticed that you looked a damn mess, izukus hair was messy and your onesie was halfway zipped, you both were out if breath and izuku was extremely red.

“ what?”

“ what...?”

You both questioned in union, everyone just bursted out laughing as you all walked out of the movies. You two hadn't realized how fucked up you both looked so you were just confused. Izuku still couldn't shake what just happened however, he no longer cared about what everyone was snickering about. He'd just eaten you out and you were acting like everything was normal.

Your scent was most likely still lingering on his breath, and you were just acting like everything was normal. Izuku left out a shaky sigh, he had no idea where this would lead but he was glad he got to taste you. He wouldn't mind doing it again either.

Is this what friends do?

AN: this was kinda rushed but I js wanted to get something out

[mommyownsmee]

Hi mommy 🥺

I was wondering if u could something abt, just cuddling but then it slowly turns to a heated moment :3

| long scenarios |

You’re curled up against me, your head resting on my chest, so soft and content. My fingers lazily trace along your back, up and down, over and over, while the other hand rests possessively on your hip, holding you close. I can feel the way your body molds into mine, the way you seem so small and safe tucked into me. It’s sweet. Innocent, even. For now.

My hand starts to drift lower, brushing over the curve of your hip, fingers dipping just beneath the fabric of your shirt. I feel the subtle shift of your body, the way you press just slightly closer to me. That tiny movement doesn’t escape me. I smile to myself, letting my hand linger there a moment longer, feeling the way your breathing hitches, your thighs press together.

“You’re squirming,” I murmur, my voice low and teasing. My grip tightens just a little on your hip, pulling you closer. “Are you restless, baby?”

You don’t respond right away, but I already know the answer. Your silence is louder than words, and your body gives you away entirely. I chuckle softly, the sound vibrating against you. My fingers slip under your shirt now, warm against your bare skin as I feel the slight tremble run through you.

“Such a sensitive little thing,” I whisper, my tone dripping with amusement. “I can feel how badly you want more. You can’t hide it from me.”

You tilt your head up to look at me, and the moment your wide, needy eyes meet mine, I see everything. You’re already melting for me, already craving what you know I’m about to give you. My fingers slide under your chin, tilting your head up further as I lean in. I press my lips to yours, soft at first, testing, but I don’t stay gentle for long.

The kiss deepens, my tongue slipping into your mouth, claiming you completely. You moan softly against me, your hands clutching at my shirt, desperate to pull yourself closer. I take control easily, my hand gripping your hip tighter, holding you exactly where I want you. You let me lead, let me dominate, just as you always do.

When I finally pull back, your lips are parted, your breathing shaky. I run my thumb over your bottom lip, smirking at how perfect you look right now. “Take this off,” I say, my voice firm as I tug at the hem of your shirt. There’s no hesitation as you obey, lifting it over your head and dropping it to the floor.

I sit up slightly, taking you in. My eyes roam over your bare skin, and I can feel how exposed you are under my gaze. You shiver, not from the cold, but from the heat of my attention. I lean down, kissing the soft skin of your neck, letting my teeth graze over it just enough to hear that beautiful gasp of yours. I can’t help but smirk against your skin.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” I murmur, my hands now fully exploring you, running over your sides, your stomach, every inch of you mine to touch. My fingers slide lower, tracing the waistband of your shorts. “So perfect. So ready for me.”

You tremble beneath me, your body so responsive, so desperate. I hook my fingers under the fabric and tug them down, leaving you bare and exposed. The sight of you like this—laid out for me, breathless and needy—makes my pulse quicken. I drag my hand between your thighs, teasing, running my fingers over you without giving you exactly what you need, just to watch you squirm.

“You want more, don’t you?” I tease, watching the way your body reacts to every word, every touch. “Say it. Tell me how badly you want Mommy to ruin you.”

[melgolbach]

What Stays In the Meadow, Stays In the Meadow [Finnick Odair x Reader]

Warnings- ⚠️first time writing smut so please bear with me!⚠️

(Idk how to feel abt this one — I might delete it later 🧍‍♀️)

It was another day in the yellow sunflower meadow field, Finnick was right besides you sitting on a log while you sat on the green healthy grass below him. “All I want is peace in this world,” you spoke. Resting your head onto Finnick’s side leg, picking at the grass below you. You felt the vibration of him hum, agreeing along with you. “Why can’t we have that?” You sigh out.

“Because the world is unfair,” Finnick mumbled. “It’s unfair to both me and you, and to everyone we know around us.” He moved his leg on the other side of your body, you’re now in between his legs as you feel his hands gently massage your neck. “Do you want a braid?” He asked you.

You looked behind him with a brow up, “you know how to do braids?” You giggled. “Learned from 𝓣𝓱𝓮 Katniss Everdeen herself.” He smiled proudly at you. You laughed, “of course you did.” You comfortably sat up, pushing your hair back so he could grab onto it.

Not long after about five minutes of silence and the birds chirping around you two, Finnick finishes your hair with a French braid. “Wish I could see it, just so it doesn’t look bad.” You tease him, he takes his hand to his chest, offended. “You think your braid looks bad?” He gasped out. You smiled back at him. “Guess I gotta mess it up now,” he finished. Finnick got up from his spot, standing above you. Your eyebrows raised. “Don’t you dare,” you point your finger at him.

“Take it back then,”

“Tell me my braid is the best braid that has been styled for you.” You pretend to think for a moment, a finger placed on your cheek as you looked at the sky; anywhere but him.

Finnick lowered himself to your level, placed both hands on either side of you. “Darling..” he whispered into your ear. “Fin?” You hum out, pretending to be clueless. “Don’t lie to me,” his hot breath met your left ear, chills ran down your spine as you felt his right hand place dangerously low on your hip. “M not lying,” you hummed.

His lips attached to your neck, his tongue swirling around one spot as his teeth sunk into your skin. “You are,” he growled out, his hand squeezing your lower hip. “And what if I am?” You question him, your eyes looking up to the blue clouded sky above the two of you.

“You’re a bad girl,” Finnick responded. “But I’m never a bad girl,” you pout, “not to you.” Finnick finished up on your neck, and you knew that spot would be there till tomorrow. “But you’re a bad girl now, you’re telling me I’m a terrible hairstylist when you haven’t even seen your hair.”

You hummed, “because…” Finnick raised his eyebrow out, his face so close to yours your noses both are touching each other. “Because?” You smelt his minted breath, “because…” you spoke. His lips attached to yours, his knees touching the ground between you as his left hand grabbed your neck gently.

His tongue slid into your mouth easily, hungrily touching every place in there he could. His mouth moved away from yours as he placed it on the other side of your neck, doing the same thing that he did the last time. Both of Finnick’s hands were placed on your waist now, going underneath your shirt to touch your bare skin.

“I love the way your skin feels,” he spoke, your head tilted back as you closed your eyes in pleasure. His hands roll up your body, teasingly touching the black laced bra you had on. “Is this lace?” He asked you, his head resting up on your own. You nodded. Your shirt was over you in an instant.

He laid you back down on the grass, as he placed both of his legs on either side of you. He goes down, un clipping your bra and pushing it to the side. “You get so much more prettier when I see them.” Of course, he talks about your boobs. Your boobs are Finnick’s most adored possession. He loves sucking on them, massaging them, leaving bruises anywhere he could.

His finger fiddled with your other tit as he sucked on one, sucking hard on your already hardened tit at it. You moaned, arching your back, but as soon as you do his other hand placed you back down, holding you there. “Need more of you,” he mumbled, you can feel Finnick’s wet lips trail down to your buttoned jeans, he scoffed, unbuttoning the golden button that held the fabric together.

Your panties were revealed; black laced that matched with your bra. “Fuck you’re so sexy,” Finnick whispered. His mouth opened, biting your middle part. He sucked on it and you had moaned, he tore off the only clothing left that was covering you with his mouth, and placed it inside of his pocket.

“Keep em warm for you,” his nose almost touched your clit, you felt him breathe you in. “You smell so good,” he licked his lips, then looked back at you. “Baby,” Finnick spoke. You look down, his eyes looking into yours. “You okay with me?” He asked you, you nodded. “Fuck me till I can’t cum no more Finnick,” you moan out.

His lips attach to your cunt. You moan so loudly, you’re scared that the underground bunker could hear you. “F—fuck,” you whimpered out. His tongue goes deep down into your pussy, your wet folds dripping into his mouth.

Finnick growls into your pussy, biting it ever so softly to make you into a whining mess. His tongue doing laps on you, and you’re so so close to squirting all over his face. You gripped the grass below you, dirt crawling into your nails. “Faster, Fin, please.” You moan out, he did as command and you bucked your hips towards him.

You squirted in his face, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮. Your eyes widened as you saw half of your own white cum in both of his eyes. He opened them, a smirk appearing on his face. “We don’t talk about this,” your cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

“What stays in the meadow, stays in the meadow.”

[abbysdruidess]

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ wedding night | modern au!abby anderson smut ♥

summary: you return from your wedding with Abby and have sex for the first time as a married couple.

wc: 2.3k

tags: smut, tooth rotting fluff, wife kink, idiots in love, Abby eats it from the bacc and she gets that gooood head, no beta we die like Joel

a/n: I was gonna upload this two days ago but real life got in the way-lmk if you guys want a part two with the morning after activities and don't hesitate to send me asks abt anything;))

this is also a continuation of my headcanons about you and abby's wedding - although this one can be read as a standalone, but you could check em out if you haven't already<3

“Oh my goodness.” you mutter as Abby’s jeep halts in the small parking spot right outside your home. You hastily wipe some excess sweat off your brow, the adrenaline and stress from the day finally catching up to you. You slowly reach out your hand and rub your wife’s arm as she sighs softly from the driver’s seat. “Long day?” Abby asks.

 “Like you can’t imagine.” you giggle. “And we also have to unload the presents from the truck, and go downtown to get the photos, and send everyone the thank you cards-”

 “That can wait.” she cuts you off gently. She reaches out to unbuckle her seatbelt and a second later, she’s outside the car. Instead of heading towards the front door though, she appears outside of the passenger’s seat, opening the door for you and extending her arms out. “C’mon baby” she whispers to you. “It’s only appropriate that we do this right now.”

 You let out a high pitched giggle, silently agreeing. You have done this countless times with Abby, letting her lift you in this manner, usually after she fucks you in the living room or the kitchen and she carries you to bed to rest. You wrap an arm around her shoulders as she hooks a burly arm around you, lifting you up and closing the car door with her foot. You grin from ear to ear as your faces are so close, practically touching. “Hey” you whisper to your wife, leaning in to bump your nose against hers in an eskimo kiss. 

 “Hey back.” she lets out, as she carries you bridal style to the door, fumbling in her pocket for the keys. As you enter your house, you feel the familiar smell of cinnamon and something vaguely floral hit your nostrils, and you sigh in content. You’re home, with your wife-you still couldn’t get used to blurting out the phrase, your brain still in an intermediary place. You gently try to wiggle out of her grasp, and at the same time you throw your shoes off your feet, trying to ease your aching soles. “You gonna let me go, Mrs Anderson?” you ask, even though you’re already familiar with the answer. 

 “No way baby” Abby shrugs, and you feel her grip tighter around you as she heads up the stairs, discarding her loafers at the bottom of it as well. “You think now that I got ya, I’m gonna let go? I took my vows very seriously, you know.” 

“Mmm, I hope so dear” you close your eyes and nuzzle into her neck, breathing in her sandalwood cologne and something else, a musky, earthly scent you have come to associate with Abby only. You could just wish to immerse yourself in it, feel Abby’s touch, taste and smell and nothing else. Her hand that isn’t under you reaches under your gown, gently fondling your stockings and the plush skin under it, making you squirm in her grasp. 

 “Abby” you whisper softly in her neck, and start leaving sweet, sweet kisses on the tender skin, feeling her pleased hum vibrating on your lips. 

 “Getting impatient, Mrs Anderson” she teases, as you enter your bedroom and she leaves you down softly on the black bed covers. You turn around and gasp as you realize there are several rose pedals laying on top of the bed, and the nightstands now have several candles on them, all unlit. 

 “Abs” you gasp at the sight, turning around to face her. You wanted to keep saying her name, make her feel more real where she stood opposite of you, because you could never even think of letting her go, think of a time where she wasn’t all yours. “When did you do all this?”

 Abby smiles at your excited expression, and reaches for a utility lighter on the dresser. In a few steps, she’s lighting the candles, and you watch her enamored at the notion of such a romantic setting.

“At noon, while you were getting all dolled up. I thought you might appreciate the ambiance.” She leans over the bed and lights the ones on her nightstand, as you notice that her usual book is missing. Good thinking, you think to yourself. You spent so much time worrying about the wedding preparations, the last thing you need now is a house fire. 

 “I do babe.” You crawl on the bed and reach for her, straddling her lap. You tug on her tie gently, and start undoing it, as she glances up at you, giving you her characteristic bedroom eyes - which were really just what she looked when she whispered “I’m gonna fuck the living daylights out of you once I have the chance, I promise”. Once her tie is off, she sighs and rubs her fingers at the base of her neck. 

“Was that too tight, Abs? Should’ve told me.” You undo the top buttons of her shirt, exposing more and more of her toned chest.

“It’s fine baby. It’s cause of the long hours, I guess.” Once her shirt is completely unbuttoned, she makes light work of it and tosses it to some corner. You reach out to cup her tits but she quickly lifts you by the hips and tosses you on the bed. You squirm as you now lie face down on the pillows, and groan at her ministrations. Though you can’t help but notice the slight ache that grows between your thighs. 

 “Your turn to get undressed, dear” she sings, and you can practically feel the smirk on her lips while she reaches to undo the zipper of your dress. She tugs on it slightly. Abby is the one straddling you now, and you lift your ass up to grind up her crotch. She sighs pleasurably, and leans in to whisper in your ear

 “I loved seeing you in this dress. Standing there all pretty, ready to marry me. I can’t get fucking enough of you. Can’t wait to show everyone that you’re my wife, after all this time.”

She starts to drag the zipper down you back, and you can feel the relaxing feeling of the skin of your back finally freed of its confines.

“I’m your wife, Abs.” She shifts on top of you, letting an audible moan at your words, reaching hastily to drag the article of clothing off of you, the need to see you naked making her act livid.

 Once the dress is discarded, you don’t have the heart to tell her that you have to hang it and put it in the closet, letting her push it on the floor next to the bed. 

 “Fuck, no underwear? You have no idea what you fucking do to me, babe.” You smirk in the pillow, your choice to go commando having more to do with the cut of said dress, but knowing that it drove Abby all feral when you did so. You feel one hand on your front, kneading a breast in between her large, weathered palm, You slightly hiss when she pinches your nipple, feeling it stand erect between her fingertips. Her other hand inches down you back, her pointer finger dipping in between the crevice of your ass. You feel yourself clench as it presses against your asshole, and it continues its journey as it reaches the back of your pussy lips, caressing them teasingly. The hand on your breast disappears, and a second later, she’s lifting your hips off the bed just enough so she can devour you from the behind. Her thumbs are now spreading your lips, and you gasp as your wetness hits the air of the room, making you shiver. Abby’s mouth is close, and you feel her blow air from her mouth directly on your drenched pussy. She leaves a small, sweet kiss above your hole, making you moan her name in the pillow. 

“Say it again” She whispers, and she doesn’t have to tell you what it is she wants to hear. 

“Your wife” You manage to get out, turning your head to the side. You can’t really see her face from this angle, just her braid that has fallen over a shoulder. “Uhm your wife, Abs.”

 That was apparently all she needed before she dives in, and you can feel the ferocity at which she eats you out, a clash of her delightfully wet tongue, her plush lips, and her teeth carefully teasing you. You let out loud, unabashed moans, knowing how she likes it loud, wants the whole neighbourhood to know who’s fucking you this good.

“Abby, Abby, Abby”, you continue the crescendo of moaning, and feel her hand also rubbing your pussy and lightly spanking your clit. It then dips inside you with no warning, and is then joined by two others, stretching you lovely. At this point, you are so spent, there is no residual pain, just the reflexive need of your pussy to clench at the sudden intrusion. 

 “Feels so good, Abs” you cry out, feeling some drool pooling on your pillow. Your hips snap closer to her face, and the room is filled with the shockingly wet sounds of your exertions. The pleasure that gathers in your lower tummy finally comes to a halt, and the shock of the orgasm hits you like a truck with full speed. You feel yourself shake and release around her fingers, as she gives your clit one last spank that makes you whimper loudly. 

 Once you’re completely spent, you feel her climbing up at you, and you turn around so your eyes meet. You reach up for a desperate, passionate kiss, and she passes on the tangy nectar from between your legs from her tongue to yours. You both moan as the lingering taste. 

 “Abby” You whisper her name like a prayer, something you’d love to confess to her only on the altar formed from your shared, sweet agony. You reach a trembling hand to undo her belt, gazing into her deep, crystalline blue eyes.

“Lemme-” You begin to say, and she understands immediately. “You sure baby?” She asks, brushing the hair out of your face. Perhaps she thinks you’re tired, too tired to pleasure her, at least tonight. 

“M’ alright Abs” You respond and gently push her so you can change positions and straddle her once again, throwing her belt off the bed and undoing her pants and boxers in one move. You lean down and nip at her neck, savoring the little “ahh, ahh” sounds that leave her lips from the intrusion on her sensitive skin. You gradually move lower, sucking at her puffy, wine coloured nips. You lick down her toned stomach, feeling the lines of each individual ab under your skillful tongue. Abby buries her hand in your hair, encouraging your head lower and lower. She loved your pretty little mouth, she always told you so, the way your tongue had written astonishing, awe-inspiring poetry on her so adeptly time after time. You lick a long stripe over her slit, as she slowly parts her legs, leaving you room to indulge yourself. You leave small, butterfly kisses on her clit. You suck on it eagerly as a long, passionate moan escapes her mouth. You know how sensitive it gets, and always spend time between her legs to take care of her efficiently. Your fingers stroke at her entrance, testing the waters before inserting a finger in, pumping it in and out slowly. 

 “F-fuck” she mutters, leaning her head back in the pillow as she allows herself to get lost in the moment, to exist only for you and your passionate courtesy. 

“I -holy shit babe- you always do me so good. Such a good wife, aren’t you? Always making sure I’m pleased. Love that I’ve ruined you for everyone else, you wouldn’t do this to anyone else, would ya?”

You are too caught up fucking her to respond, only leaving a small “Mhmm” sound against her cunt. Her hand suddenly tugs on your hair as if warning you, and you know she’s about to come. You start rubbing her more intensely, spitting on her pussy to give you more friction, and insert a second finger, making the sounds from between her legs sloppier and sloppier. 

“Ohhh that’s it that’s-” Her whole body starts to convulse, and her pussy practically sucks you in, feeling her clench around your fingers. You guide her through it, leaving small kisses on her inner thighs and rubbing her knee encouragingly. Her moans gradually decrease, and her head falls back into the pillow, face red and dewy like she came back from the gym. You kiss up her body and wrap your arms around her. You softly press your temple against hers, as she looks at you with hazy, overcast eyes. She rubs at your sides and dips her head in between where your shoulder and neck meet, sucking on the skin there. 

“You did so good for me dear” She says, and you let out a little chuckle.

 “I wanted to, baby. Can’t help but fulfill my wifely duties, after all.” 

 “Damn right you did. I can’t believe I spent so much of my life without you. What was I doing back then?” She says as you settle right into her embrace, letting her arms wrap around you.

 “Dating men-waste of time.” You respond smiling. You reach to palm at her behind and giggle when a rose petal appears in between your fingers. “We need to get these off the bed”

“I’ll do it when I wake up” She groans, and wraps her hand around her throat to bring you closer to her. “Want me to go get the strap? The night is still young.”

You give her a sickly saccharine kiss, one that has  I love you written all over it without you having to actually say it. “It can wait until the morning, dear. I wanna get some sleep first. I’m kinda exhausted.”

She gently raises her head to blow out the candles, and you close your eyes, searching for the calming sound of her heartbeat underneath her breast. “Alright” She whispers, stroking at your hair. “Sleep tight, my wife. I’ll wake you in the morning for more.”

[xo-cori]

hi um can i request smthn abt dina crushing readers head with her thighs while they eat her out <3 and reverse cowgirl with her. making her bounce on your lap. UGGGHHHNGH im so down bad for her.

hands on your knees, angelina jolie

pairing: dina woodward x fem!reader

summary: you’ve become addicted to the feeling of her body beneath yours. more specifically, her unassumingly strong thighs.

warnings: smut (MDNI), reader is definitely a munch 😁

a/n: HEYY i only did the first part bc i’m not exactly comfy writing about straps/any dicklike thing in general BUT I HOPE U LIKE ANYWAYS!!!

Her moans fill the dimly lit room, moonlight creeping in from the window that shines a ghostly light across her tan, freckled skin. It’s the middle of the night and she’s pliant underneath your touch. Her fingers make a mess of your hair, her bare chest rises and falls in rapid motion, and her thighs… well, you’d be content to die this way if she happened to break your jaw.

They clench down around the sides of your face, spasming and shivering. Her wetness soaks your chin and the wrinkled bedsheets below. You’ve been at it for well over an hour, yet have made no attempt to pull away or gasp for air. You simply don’t want to– and even if you did, Dina does too good a job of holding you in place until she’s had enough.

“Jus’ like that,” she purrs, looking down to see the way you’re bent down between her legs, ass up in the heavy air, giving her a proper show. “You’re so good to m-me… fuck!”

Your hands come down to her knees, encouraging her to fully close them behind your head as you hum in agreement. The vibrations cause her to throw her head back against the pillows behind her. Your tongue languidly licks up and down her petal-soft folds, jaw aching so badly you’re sure that it’ll be hard to chew the next day, but it’s all worth it when you feel her thighs tighten around your head once more and nearly pull the hair out of your head. Her back arches off of the bed while you open your clouded eyes to look up at her, watching intently as you lick another gentle orgasm out of her; her third one of the night. You sigh into her contently, scooping up all of her cum with your tongue so that you can savor the taste before she weakly pulls you off of her.

“Come here,” Dina breathes, not entirely sure her body even belongs to her anymore.

You crawl up to straddle her hips, leaning down to kiss her properly– she can taste herself on your lips, on your tongue, and she feels the slick that coats your chin. It takes all of her willpower to not jump your tired bones right then and there. Her arms limply wrap around your neck, all of that strength finally gone now that you’d drained all the energy she had. “Maybe one day you’ll actually crush my head.” You laugh against her lips, making her pull away with a gasp.

“Don’t even joke about that.” She demands, cheeks darkening with an obvious embarrassment.

“I’m not joking. You know how happy I’d be to die between your legs?” You sigh dreamily as you collapse on the bed beside her. Dina covers her eyes with her forearm and huffs.

“I’m already not gonna be able to walk tomorrow,” she groans, “so I don’t know where I’ll find the strength to do that.”

“Do what? Crush my skull like a watermelon?” You tease, laughing as she playfully smacks your arm. “It’s fine. I’ll just wait ‘til you’re back in one piece, then get back to hoping.”

Dina turns her head to look at you with a suggestive grin. “You know what? That’s awful, but still kinda turning me on.”

“Really?” You quickly prop yourself up on your arm, a hopeful tone in your voice. “We can go again, I just might have to use my fingers ‘cause my jaw is fucking done for–”

She cuts you off by moving to lay on her side and placing her arm around your waist, forcing you back down to lay with her. A soft smile graces her lips when she feels your hand come up to rub the soreness from her lower back. “You really tuckered me out, horn-dog.”

“Tuckered myself out, too. I’ll wash the sheets in the morning,” you say before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

For now, all you can do is doze off into a blissfully deep sleep and hope that you remembered to lock the front door.

[hyunsvngs]

step-cest with felix where one day he walks into his mommy’s room while she’s sleeping, pulls up her shirt and sucks on her tits. ARGHDIDHSKA moaning just thinking abt it he’s so gross and cute <3

—cunty anon 🩷

i decided to combine these two so i am sorry if this isnt what you wanted but i think it would be so slay:

“You come home from a normal day of work just wanting to cuddle up to bf Lixie and watch a movie while sipping on some hot coco but you hear a faint noise coming from the bedroom. You walk in quietly to find that Lixie got a little curious about your vibrator wand and now it's currently turned onto max pressing firmly against his pretty pink leaky tip. You walk over to him, who has his eyes screwed shut not being able to hear your quiet footsteps over his pathetic whines, and whisper in his ear "you know... if you were curious, you could have just asked" He looks at you so desperately wanting you to do anything to your good subby boy who just wants to 💦”

TW FOR STEPCEST

you can hear buzzing from your room. it’s quiet, faint, but it’s there. your husband is out, and your step son, felix, is meant to be in his own room so… what is that noise?

you swing open the door, and you gasp. your step son is grinding into your hitachi vibe, and you can’t deny the wetness pooling in your pantes. he’s really going for it, cock leaky and rock hard against it while he humps it into oblivion. his hair is that lovely bleached blonde colour, fanned over your pillow and - oh. he’s smelling it.

“lixie?” you coo, and he jumps. he can’t help but keep the vibe on his cock, staring at you with watery eyes at being caught.

“i’m- i’m sorry, mommy, just wanted to see what it feels like,” he gasps, rutting his cockhead into the powerful vibrations. “‘m so sorry-“

“don’t be sorry, baby,” you move towards the bed, crawling on top of him. it’s fucked up, but you’d wanted to fuck your step son since you met him. he’s legal, it’s legal - although morally ambiguous. you’ve always been a little bit fucked up, so why not? “do you want me, baby? were you thinking of me?”

“hnn- yes, yes,” he whines, and you finally notice the way his shirt has crept up his toned body. his skin is tan, soft and freckled underneath his clothes, and the light trail of hair leading to his pubes is enough to have you biting your lip. “i thought about- god, mommy, you really wanna know?”

you nod, kissing his cheek. “tell mommy, honey.”

“your tits,” he pants, trying to catch your lips with his now that you’re so close. “i wanna fuckin’ suck on them, paint them with my cum and then lick it up like it’s milk- oh my god, mommy, can i?”

you giggle, cheeky and soft toned, and then you lift your shirt up. you were happy you’d foregone a bra, because his eyes widen immediately, and then you’re pulling his head to your chest. felix’s plush lips wrap around your nipple immediately, tongue laving over the bud, and he drops the vibrator from his cock in his haste.

“oh, baby,” you coo, stroking his hair. you lift up the vibrator and turn it up a notch, placing it right on the tip of his cock. he jolts, whining into your nipple, tears finally escaping his pretty dark eyes. “is that good? do you think that you wanna cum for mommy?”

felix nods, muffled moans vibrating through your nipple. then, his hips start to buck, and you’re quick to move his head away so he can fulfill his promise and cum all over your tits. he obliges, albeit whining when you took your nipple away from him, cum shooting from his red raw tip all over your nipples.

you startle when felix jumps on you after he’s finished, pinning you to the bed and licking the cum all off of your skin. your skin is heated and you know your panties are fucking soaked by now. his tongue is soft, wet as he laves it over your nipple, and then you feel something digging into your thigh.

“are you hard again, baby?” you question, and felix nods, still nuzzling into your chest. “hmm, don’t you think that’s a little bit dirty?”

“‘m dirty for mommy,” he murmurs, and then he’s pushing his own cum into your mouth with his tongue. you moan, reciprocating the filthy kiss with your own tongue, lips smacking together.

you pull away, smirking. “does baby wanna fuck mommy’s pussy now?”

felix looks like he’s seen god. “oh my god, yes please.”

[charlotteiscrying]

you never made me cum. not once ever. i really wish that was a lie. i faked it every time. i don’t even feel guilty anymore for it. but i’m glad, so mf glad, i left it with you believing your dick is just THAT good. because you’re pretty awful at fucking. you always ONLY do short, fast strokes, which prolly do feel the best to you, but they feel the worst to the girl. maybe that was on purpose though, i keep realizing more and more that you only ever cared abt yourself. i didn’t have the heart to correct how you fuck. i really tried to give you tips, tried to tell you what i needed you to do. the longest you ever ate my pussy was for five minutes. it takes me 15 minutes with a mother fucking vibrator to cum, you never even got close.

when a girl squirts, that’s just liquid coming out, there’s no orgasm. that’s why i’d always stumble over my words when trying to explain that squirting is different than cumming. one time i tried to say that you hadn’t made me cum, you looked at me like i was insane, and you told me that you knew as a fact i had already came. when you would eat me out i’d tell you omg do not stop doing that, you’d immediately stop, or you’d do it for 15 more seconds, assume i’m good, then stop. the times id tap out were because your dick was hitting my cervix. that is the one thing you do have going for you, your dick is huge. but size really don’t matter if you don’t know how to use it. none of this ever mattered to me, because sex is just skin deep. you were so much more to me than just an orgasm. so much more. it didn’t matter if you’d made me cum because i knew that night id be asleep, held tight in your arms, and i knew that i loved you, and you loved me (that’s the first time ive said that in past tense, i’m proud of myself).

i tried so hard to explain what i wanted. what i needed you to do to make me feel good. “can you go slow this time ?” “no i don’t like that.” “will you eat me out just a little longer ?” “no my tongue hurts.” “i cum harder from my clit than from my pussy,” “no you don’t dummy i fuck your pussy not your clit.” “you should tie me up, you should come over one day n just start fucking me don’t ask just do it, i want you to dominate me i want you to tell me what to do,” “are you sure you want that ? i don’t think you’d like that.” you’d always complain abt giving me hickeys, kissing my neck, you straight up refused to suck on my nips after i got them pierced, bc you didn’t like how they look. you’d say they tasted like house keys. welp, your sweaty hairy unwashed ball sack never rlly tasted all that great either. but i never complained. when you’d say “i want you to suck my dick but ik i smell,” id say “omg come here rn you DO NOT smell, n if you do ill suck it up, i want you to get what you want i want you to feel good.”

the amount of times i woke you up by sucking your dick, even though i had explained to you multiple times that i was raped in my sleep, that’s a lil triggering for me, i really don’t wanna do that. you’d ask me about twice a week to do that for you, so id do it. i did lots of sexual or even non-sexual things i neverrrr wanted to do, but i did them bc i wanted you to feel good. id do absolutely anything for you. and i knew from day one that you wouldn’t do absolutely anything for me, yet i didn’t care. ig i’m stupid. or way too hopeful. i’d suck your dick for hours. gagging n struggling not to puke while ur pulling on my hair n pushing my head down, i loved it. i loved making you feel good. that’d turn me on more than any shape or pattern your hands tried to draw on my body. you never once traced big circles on my back. you’d never play with my hair. you’d never kiss the back of my neck, you’d never take even 5 mins before we fucked to just touch on me, to actually try to turn me on.

i did bring that up once. i told you i wanted you to take more time to turn me on. it turned into a huge argument about me lying n how ur ex faked it n how ur mom faked it and on and on. all i wanted was you to say oh that’s easy ! i can touch you more. the same way i said oh that’s easy ! i can put my sock on your dick ! all i ever wanted was to please you, if you ever had actually cared you woulda spent a lot more time focusing on pleasing me. those few times you put a vibrator on me, those were amazing. the last time you fucked me, on my bday when i flew out to you, that was the best you’ve ever fucked me. you listened to what i asked you to do, you went slow, you touched on my body, you kissed my neck. it’s pretty fucked up, the very last time we fuck is the best it’s ever felt. and i still didn’t cum. i went to the bathroom n finished myself.

at least i know damn well that i’m the best you’ve ever had. or will ever have. you’ll never find another girl who can fuck like me, ride like me, deep throat like me. but don’t you worry, i also know damn mother fucking well that you’re not the biggest dick i’ve ever had. or will ever have. i love the fact that for the rest of forever, ever single time you beat your dick, i’m who you’re thinking about. you’ll probably still watch all the videos we made. and i know im the last girl you’ll ever film with. good luck finding another girl that’s down to have threesomes with you, that you actually wanna be with. there’s a huge difference between a freak and a whore. i’m the only girl you’ll ever fuck who’s a porn star. i’m the only girl you’ll ever be with that’s hot enough to work, and make BANK, in this industry. i’m the only girl who will ever let you use me how i like, and i know AS A MF FACT i’m the freakiest girl you’ll ever get with. i love the fact i fulfilled all your fantasies, i gave you something you’d only ever dreamed of. i love that you’re never gonna feel that again, from anyone, ever, because i know i’m NEVER EVER touching you, or your dick, again. i am the only person that will ever make you feel like that. even if you get back on the pills, no amount of fentanyl will ever feel like my throat, my socks, or my pussy. i just hope you got all the freaky puss you need outta this life. and i hope that subpar motodyke coochie was worth never feeling me, my throat, my pussy, or my ass, ever again.

[meetmyothersouls]

hey uhhh dunno if you're still taking requests to write but here goes nothing... umm what abt reader where she was like a party gal and she never had seggs without being drunk so she doesn't know how it really feels, but then she and Timmy have their first time together w her completely sober

sorry if it's confusing or smth like that, I love your blog 💕😊

Hi! I can do that for ya <3 hope you like it!

Desensitized

Warnings: smut, mentions if alcohol/being drunk, not proofread

I wake up naked and wrapped in Timothee’s arms. The after party for the premier of our recent film was last night and I’m pretty sure we had sex since...well, he’s naked too; I just can’t remember it. My bare legs are draped over Timothee’s and my aching pussy is soaked on his thigh. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. This is kind of a normal thing the two of us have been doing for years. We meet up, we have sex. We attend the same award show, he follows me to my hotel, and we have sex. Timothee’s in the next town over for a photoshoot, we have sex. It’s only increased since we’ve been filming this movie together for the last 6 months. Sex has become an almost everyday thing for us since filming started, the only thing is...I’m usually drunk when we do it. I’m not sure why, but I’m only comfortable fucking when I’m fucked up. I kind of love it, only because usually have the best orgasms when I’m drunk. I kind of hate it, because I can’t remember any of the details. I can’t remember the kisses or the soft touches. I can’t remember the foreplay or the sweet words he may or may not have said to me. I think about this as I lay on top of him, wondering how he treats me when we’re intimate, and I feel bad for having zero memories of it. 

Timothee shifts in his sleep, groaning a little as his cock slides against my hip. He hums out a small “mmm” and I can hear if vibrate in his chest. 

“You awake?” He asks, his voice gravelly and unbelievably sexy. Maybe he sounds like that when we’re fucking. The thought of it makes me want to grind my naked body against him, but I don’t. I can’t...not sober at least.

“Mhm,” I say as I shift my body upward. The skin on his left thigh slides against my clit and I let out a soft moan that I regret instantly. Yep, I’m definitely soaked and if he didn’t know before, the shiny trail of arousal I left on Timothee’s leg has definitely given it away. My cheeks start to burn with a slow, embarrassed intensity and I suddenly remember why I’m nice and hammered before anything sexual ever happens. I hate this. Timothee lets out a knowing chuckle and I hate that too. 

I lift my leg in an attempt to get my embarrassingly aroused vagina off of him, but Timothee’s large palm grips my thigh, and he stops me. 

“Where you goin’, baby?” Timothee asks, he whines slightly and normally I find it sickening when men whine, but nothing Timothee does is sickening. His hand slides against the skin on my thigh, leaving prickled goosebumps in its wake even though his hand is perfectly warm. He rubs up and down my leg, traveling further up until he grips my ass. I relax into him and my mind screams loudly at me. “You leaving me so early?” He asks when I don’t say anything. 

There are many things I could say in this moment. I could tell him I feel sick. I could tell him I don’t want to do this with him again. I could tell him I don’t like to have sex in the morning. Fuck, I could grab my clothes and book it. But I don’t do any of those. Instead, I bury my face into his chest and shrug. A sigh escapes me, and I feel Timothee sit up, pulling me with him. I groan softly as I’m now sitting in his lap. I feel him under me.

“What’s going on?” Timothee asks, he rubs his nose against mine and his bottom lip grazes my mouth. When I don’t lean into him for a kiss, he presses a soft one of his own to my lips. “I was hoping to steal a few more hours with you.”

My hands go to his chest. I rest them there while I try to think of something to say. He looks into my eyes, expectantly, but patiently. I sigh, knowing I’ll have to come clean.

“I’m just not…good…at…this.”

Timothee cocks his head to the side. The motion reminding me of a confused puppy. I almost laugh at the thought; Timothee Chalamet is a puppy in human form.

“Not good at what?” He places his head back in its normal position and his eyes explore my face, attempting to place an emotion or read my thoughts.

“This,” I say, moving my hands in between the two of us. “This cuddly, sex stuff.”

“You were great at it last night. And last week and the week before and-”

“No!” I interrupt him, placing my hand over mouth, I can tell he’s smiling by the curve of his lips against my palm and the crinkle of his eyes. “No. That’s not what I mean.”

“Well, what do you mean?” He asks from under my hand. His eyes steady on mine even with my breasts and naked body fully exposed.

“I’m not good at sober intimacy.” The words come out soft, but the guilt that burns the back of my throat is raging.

“Ah,” Timothee says, removing my hand from his face. He laces his fingers with mine and sighs. It’s not an empty sigh. No, instead it’s one filled with thought. Regret? One of those sighs that you hear right before bad news.

I hate those kinds of sighs.

“I guess I’m going to have to teach you then,” he says. Fingers slide from mine and begin to trail soft little circles on the bare skin of my back.

“Teach me?”

Timothee nods. “Lay down and let me show you how wonderful it is to be loved.”

My eyes widen and my body tenses instantly. I shake my head while I force myself to lay down. Why am I like this? My mind is racing as fast as my heart and as much as I want this to stop I…do I want this to stop?

I’m now laying on the hotel mattress. My hands are in fists, and my body is stiffer than what I imagine a dead body’s is once rigor mortis has set in.

Why am I like this?

“Y/n?”

My eyes snap to Timothee’s. He’s hovering over me and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was an angel—no not an angel—High Fae. Only otherworldly creatures have faces that look like his.

“Y/n?” He says again.

“Mhm?”

“I’d never hurt you, you know? Nor would I force you to into this if you’re not comfortable.”

I don’t say anything because I’m not comfortable as much as I desperately want to be and I hate myself for it.

He’s studying my face but when he begins to move off of me I realize he’s taking my silence as a no.

“Wait!” I say, grabbing at his arm. “Don’t go. I need this. I need this with you.”

Timothee crawls back over me and I’ve only slightly gotten over the fear of looking at his fully naked body. I force myself to study his body. I crane my neck to the side, resting my cheek on his pillow.

“You can touch me,” he says at the exact moment my eyes focus on his massive cock. He falls onto the mattress beside me, his cock jutting into the air. My breath hitches when he grabs my hand. He kisses the front of it and guides it to his length. “Like this,” he says. He wraps my hand around his cock and keeps his on top of mine. Together we pump his cock. I watch as tiny beads of pre cum form on the head. Every few seconds his breath hitches and is stomach twitches in unison. Soon, his grip on my hand loosens and falls to his side and it’s just me stroking his cock. I’ve been staring at it now the entire time and I’ve come to realize it’s actually a beautiful dick. A nice fleshy pink color that almost matches the color his lips. Thick blue veins pop out along the length of it and I can feel them as I continue to work him with my hand. He’s moaning and his right hand travels to my stomach.

“Can I touch you while you touch me?”

I nod my head but his hand doesn’t travel any further.

“You’ll have to spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

“Oh,” I laugh. “Right. Sorry. I’m just nervous.”

I let my legs fall open and I feel completely exposed. Timothee’s finger tips travel down my abdomen. They circle my hip bone and finally make their way down to my core. He slides his fingers against me.

“I’m not even inside and I can feel how wet my you are.”

He dips a finger inside with ease and tests my wetness. Taking the liquid and moving it up to my clit. He teases it with slow circles that immediately throw my back into an arch.

“So much better when your mind is clear, yeah?” He asks in a sultry whisper.

“It feels so good, Tim.”

“I know, baby. I know what you like.”

I’m moving my hips against his fingers. My legs are relaxed my eyes are closed when he stops. I whine. I want more. He’s climbing on top of me again and I’m thankful all of my rigor mortis like stiffness has disappeared. Timothee takes his cock and drags it along my slit, positioning it just right before he pushes in.

“You let me know if you want to stop, okay? If you don’t like it or you want me to go slower or what ever. Okay?”

I nod.

“I’m serious, y/n. You tell me okay?”

“I’ll tell you,” I agree.

Timothee nods and when he pushes himself inside of me I see stars.

“Good?” He asks, once he’s bottomed out inside of me.

“Keep going,” is all I say.

And he does.

Why did I waste all this time desensitizing myself to his pleasure?

Tags: @imnotoverlyobsessive @dayafied @soulofendlessbook @fashphotolife @chicchanelcigs @scentedkittenperfection @weasleytwinscumslut @timotheel0ver @mxciscastleintheair @marvelmaniac2000 @lovelyrocker @divine-1 @louievr @love-poems-only @starberry-cake @inlovewithphantasy @alexagirlie @misswestfall @softhecreator @livresjaunes @timmymyluv @inannamoon @harrys-thick-thighs @s-we-e-t-t-ea @timolaurence @its-schmackin-dude @justagirlwhoneedshelp

[myarlert]

YAAY BC jean is always so heavy on the mind for me <3 it’s the way he makes my size kink go haywire n makes me vibrate in my seat 💺💢⭕️💢⭕️ standing at, what, 6’2 / 6’3 and ready to serve u in bed ohmygojdjf. he holds such a special place in my heart <3 thinking abt how he checks in on u every time he just flips u into positions, the low grunts he makes in the heat of the moment making ur tummy flip :( always manages to tower over u n make u feel small no matter what u do and godj does it fuel his ego 🤲🏼

jean k.

— cw; smut, size kink, praise, check ins <3

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just the way he would quicken and slow his thrusts, grunt between them and grip your waist, hips, tits, anywhere where he could reach. how he would let out broken moans whenever you did, then feeding him. ‘you alright baby? can i m-move us around..?’ he would ask, brushing his hand on the side of your face softly, watching and painting a dirty smirk on his face when you nod up at him. changing your position, flipping you over and hoisting you up, pulling your back against his chest. he uses one hand to guide himself back into you, thrusting at that slow and tortuous pace, then wrapping it around your throat lightly, holding you against him. no pressure, nothing of that nature, just letting his thumb rub against your skin. he drifted the other hand down, letting it get wet from the juices that were now absolutely drenching down your thighs, then rubbing tight circles on your clit.

‘’s this feel good? hm? like when i fuck you like this? f-fuck you feel so tight in this position.. can see the way your tummy bulges.. you see that? FUCK.’ grunting as his hips speed back up, giving off that wet clapping that echoes around the room. a nasty moan spills from your lips, and you can just hear jeans smirk when he speaks next, ‘oh fuck yeah you do. look at that fucked out face..’ he’d grab at your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to view his tall stature behind yours, watching as your tits bounce with each thrust, and the way that his whole body is put into those thrusts. you could see the way his muscles tense up at the start of each one. your head rolls back against his shoulder, he slows again, forcing you to groan. ‘you doing alright baby? this isn’t getting to be too much is it?’ and as much as you loved his little check ins, this wasn’t the time. he knows what you want and isn’t giving you the satisfaction. ‘jean if you don’t fuck me right now i’m going to hop off your fucking cock and go fuck my self.’

and that certainly gets him going again.

[1tad0ri]

what abt gojo taking reader’s virginity ;))

warning: virgin!reader, praising, fingering, eating out, penetration, mild overstimulation

gojou satoru x fem!reader

say less, this man owns my entire heart

“how are you doing?”

the question would’ve been almost cute if he wasn’t knuckle deep in your cunt, two fingers curling with seemingly no rhyme or reason to your hazed brain, but somehow working—yes, they were definitely working. it was the fact that he didn’t even look like he was remotely trying but was still somehow getting results that really got you—you don’t know why you expected anything less from him.

satoru’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking, the feeling sharp yet... warm? the unfamiliar sensation made you hiss.

the top of a third finger nudged your entrance, slowly, carefully pushing in—the stretch; you didn’t know how much more you could take. your hips bucked against him, you throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and wrapping around his back to push his face closer, the flat of his tongue pressing on you. (not that you had much say in the matter anyway; the arm locked around your thigh pulling you closer to him wouldn’t let you get very far even if you did try to move away.)

“my god, satoru—” you propped yourself up on your forearm and then promptly let yourself fall back onto the pillow, face burning at the sight. even with his blindfold on, you could tell he was watching you, looking smug, attention focused so fully on your aching core. oh god, this was embarrassing—

“you were taking too long to answer,” he mused, mouth pulling back from your pussy enough to talk, fingers still pumping in and out. the third finger was working its way in still, the fit tight but he knew you could take it. of course you could.

“so?” his eyes flicked back up to yours behind his blindfold. “how are you doing?”

it was hard to talk aside from your irregular pants and you tilted your head up to look at the ceiling, trying to slow the racing beats of your heart. you nodded, swallowing. “good,” you managed out, then sucked in a harsh breath, “very good.”

“that’s my baby. so proud of you.” third finger in, he watched your face, allowing you to adjust, and when you didn’t protest, he curled it tentatively. the sharp rise and fall of your chest at the action spurred him to continue, stretching you further, your walls squeezing his fingers. “you’re doing so well.” a light kiss to your clit made you gasp—he was having way too much fun.

your slick dripped down his hand, perfectly matching the wet sound of him fucking his fingers into you. your leg pressed down more on his back—you didn’t know what to do, squirming in place, wanting more yet still barely handling what he was already giving you.

“do you think you’re ready?” satoru asked after a moment, voice soft—the vibration of him talking so close to your folds did not help though and you ran a hand down to grip at his hair.

“i think...,” a pant when his fingers bumped against you just right and you had to resist screaming from how he was going to drive you insane at this rate, “i think i am.”

that was all the confirmation he needed before he removed his fingers. you didn’t even get the chance to mewl in protest before his tongue replaced the digits, pushing itself into your still tight hole, flicking against your sensitive spot and fucking you.

“satoru, fuck, oh my god— satoru.”

and then he was pulling back again, tongue running up and down your folds and lapping up your juices before he sat back to observe you.

towering over your form spread before him, satoru decided that waiting for this moment was worth the pretty sight. “good girl.” he squeezed your thigh reassuringly, letting you catch your breath, and then setting about ridding himself of the remaining pieces of fabric.

his blindfold discarded to the side, you didn’t even have it in you to be embarrassed when he shoved his boxers down, cock bouncing free. you were already thinking about how it would feel, caught up in the lust of the moment. things were hazy... so sharply realistic yet mixing with the muddled euphoria from all of his touches from before.

satoru settled back between your legs, lifting them up around his waist. you automatically locked them around him, drawing him close enough that you could feel his cock bump against your clit as he tried to get comfortable. the sensation alone filled you with shockwaves of electricity and you wriggled against him, impatient.

he leaned over you, forearms planted on either side of your head, and carefully guided his cock to run against your folds. you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull his chest flush to yours, tits pressing against his front.

“please,” you murmured, forehead against his and eyes squeezed shut, “want you. so bad.”

“fuck, so pretty just for me, aren’t you?” smiling, he moved to kiss your neck and the simple touch made you shiver. “so impatient.”

you pulled at his hair, brows furrowed and face hot. “shut up.”

satoru kissed the corner of your mouth and then nibbled at the area. “you’re so cute like this. so pretty—ow.” another tug at his hair made him ease up on the teasing (plus he had to admit he was ready to finally do this too).

“okay, okay. i’m going to take of you, baby. going to take care of you so good.” he breathed in, touch reassuring where it rubbed circles into your sides. “okay?” satoru pressed his lips to your cheek when you nodded, steeling yourself. “just tell me if you ever want to... stoppp—fu...ck,” the end of his sentence mixed together into a groan as he started to sink into you, cock stiff and hot. he was so careful, so slow, you almost wouldn’t think he wanted to fuck you into the mattress right now. nails against his back, you buried your face into his neck, breathing heavy.

“don’t stop.” the words spilled out of you when he tried to give you time to adjust, your legs pushing him in further. “god, do not stop.” your lips tickled against his skin and he pressed his forehead into the pillow beside you—you were so fucking tight. all for him. completely his.

as he eventually bottomed out after what felt like an eternity, he leaned back to look down at you, your looped arms about his shoulders not letting him go far. “i love you.” his words melted into your mouth when he leaned back down and his lips sucked against yours in a kiss, open mouthed, messy, and so good. hands tangled in his hair, you tilted your head up to meet him with the same fevor.

in between the meager chances he let you take a quick gasp of air before diving back in, you were able to get out your own sentence. “i love—” another wet kiss cut you off. “—you too—” and another. “—so much.”

attention focused on your mouth, satoru began to pull out just the smallest bit and then snap his hips back into yours, relishing the hot breaths you were releasing against his face. hums of contentment and hands flitting all over his hair, head, face, and back trying to find purchase were the responses he got from you as he continued with the shallow thrusts, lengthening them bit by bit until he was pulling almost all the way out to slam back into you.

the vibration of his grunts and moans, knowing you were the reason he was like this, it was too much. the brushing of his cock against the sensitive spot buried deep inside you had you cursing, messy lips and saliva mixing in until you turned your head to the side to breathe, gasping for air.

and then when one of his hands rubbed against your clit before you even realized what was happening, you clenched around him (earning you a low growl from him as you squeezed his cock even tighter than before), gritting your teeth. somehow he knew exactly what to do to get a rise out of you, even if this was your first time.

“are you going to cum for me, baby?” teasing yet lust-driven, his words went straight to the coil building up in your stomach, your whole body hot as he nipped at your neck and you took shuddering breaths.

“y... yes,” the broken word fell from your lips, throat suddenly sore from the tension, “please make me cu... ah,” he pressed down on your clit at just the right angle, rubbing in a perfect circle—god, so perfect, “please, just—”

satoru soothed you with quiet coos, capturing your lips once more. it wasn’t long until you completely let yourself go, slick coating his cock as you saw stars and the pressure released from within you.

“i’m almost... there...” he gasped against you, hips snapping against yours as he continued to fuck into you. the overstimulation was so good, fuck, you didn’t want to come down from your high. the feeling of his chest tensing up against you as he came had you clinging to his back all over again, muscles taunt under your touch.

it took a while for both of you to calm down, sweaty foreheads pressed together, breaths mixing and lips brushing.

when he could finally speak, satoru brought his hand up to cup your face and he pressed a kiss to your lips, one that was a sharp contrast to the unhinged nature of the ones previous. “i love you. you were so good.” satoru squished your cheek, laughing a little. “love you so much.”

you nodded, feeling feverish, still burning from the thrill, and leaned up to kiss him again, drawing him down into a slow, smooth lapping of mouths against one another. “i love you too.”

[myherowritings]

PART 7. WHAT’S BETTER THAN EATING THE RICH? THE RICH EATING YOU OUT

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 4.7k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. the filthiest thing i’ve ever written, fem!reader for this part and shouto uses “princess” an excessive amount of times, sir kink i’m sorry, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (just bc i totally forgot abt condoms ok my bad), too much foreplay?, shouto’s a soft dom i think?, very much so 18+!!! and the title is exactly what it sounds like

A/N. here we are !! the final part !! my first shouto series i didn’t put on hiatus LMAO,, the moment you’ve all been waiting for HFSJKG ;) this was very fun to write i hope it’s not too bad BHFBDSHS i’m so in love with ceo!shouto and this series was my fav to write in a while!! now without further ado pls enjoy some smut with feelings :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

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You almost didn’t make it into the elevator to Shouto’s penthouse before you wanted to pounce on him, but to your complete frustration, he was showing such restraint that the only contact he let you make was holding his hand. 

For someone who was so eager to kiss you earlier, he was showing a lot of patience now, you thought with a huff. 

You tapped your foot against the tile flooring as Shouto took his sweet time unlocking his suite. Even when he entered, instead of taking you straight to the bedroom like you anticipated, he pulled out two glasses and filled them with water. 

Handing you one, he asked, “Did you want something to eat?” 

“No. ‘M not hungry right now,” you mumbled, trying not to appear too pouty. 

Apparently, it didn’t work very well since he stifled an amused chuckle. “How about some water?” 

Your eyes narrowed but you begrudgingly accepted the glass. “Hmph.” 

“Someone seems a little tired right now, hmm?” he placed his glass down and led you towards his bedroom. “Maybe we should go straight to sleep—”

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. “Shouto,” you whined, drawing out the ‘o’ sounds, your lower lip jutting outwards in a frown.

“Yes, Y/N?” His tone was too innocent for the events he had in mind for the night. 

“If you don’t take me to bed and fuck me right now, I’ll…”

“You’ll…?” Shouto teased, but the darkened gaze in his eyes told you his own restraint was wearing thin. 

You turned away with a huff. “I’ll be upset!” 

“Well, we don’t want that.” He laced his fingers through yours, bringing your hands up to his lips to give them a kiss. You were slightly placated, but that was still nowhere near the amount of contact you desired. “But I think you’d find it more comfortable if we continue this with your dress off first. Come.” 

Your stomach clenched at the simple command and you willfully followed behind him into the second door to the right. You hardly had time to admire the design of his room and size of his bed before Shouto moved from his spot next to you to one behind you. He placed one hand on where your waist met your hip and the other on the small of your back, making your spine straighten at the touch. 

“Did you need help taking your dress off?” he asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. 

“Yes, please, sir,” was your airy reply. 

His breath caught in his throat and his grip on you tightened. When he spoke, his voice was hoarser than normal. “Since you asked so nicely.”

So, he liked when you called him sir? You made a mental note of that with a smirk. 

But your cocky expression didn’t last very long when Shouto skillfully unfastened the top few buttons of your dress, softly placing his lips on your now exposed skin and gently planting kisses all the way down your back. He didn’t stop until he reached the curve of your ass, unbuttoning the final button and nipping a kiss right at the base of your spine. You jolted, hugging the fabric of the dress to your chest so you wouldn’t be completely exposed. 

“Finished unbuttoning your dress for you, princess,” he said, placing one final kiss on your spine before gently twirling you around to face him. At your flustered gaze, he smiled. “Now what would you like for me to do to you?” 

You lifted your chin despite your slight embarrassment at having to voice your desires. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Hm. Have I not been kissing you this whole time?” 

“On the lips,” you emphasized, tugging at his tie as you tried to pull him closer to you. You batted your lashes at him. “Could you please kiss me on the lips, sir?” 

A small chuckle escaped him, but he was happy to oblige. “You know, you’d be good in business. You certainly know what to say to get what you want, hmm?”

You answered with a smile as he finally—fucking finally, after a whole week of waiting—pressed his lips against yours. They were soft and warm and tasted like strawberries and ice cream, his favorite flavor of the candies the two of you stole from the gala. 

Delicious. 

Shouto must’ve thought the same thing since, not long after the start of the kiss, he coaxed your mouth open with his tongue, deepening the movements, one hand softly cupping the area where your head met your neck while the other was hot against your exposed lower back. He applied the slightest bit of pressure at the right time—just enough to make you sigh in pleasure. 

Your own hands found a way to tangle themselves in Shouto’s hair, completely abandoning their job clutching your dress to your body. Now, you were so tightly pressed up against him, the only thing that could possibly keep the fabric up was his chest against your own. One sudden movement and it might just…  

He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth and you jumped, gasping at how good the light stinging sensation felt. You felt your dress slip down your body to expose the swell of your breasts, but before it could fall any further, Shouto gingerly picked you up and laid you down on his bed. 

“Oh—” you managed to say as your head landed on a pillow and your back on the plush, silk sheets that covered the mattress.

His left arm rested on the pillow beside your head as he hovered over you. “Have something to say, princess?”

“Y-You may continue,” you sniffed, lifting your chin up. Your heart skipped a beat at the teasing pet name and then another beat when Shouto leaned down to give you a kiss. But instead of landing on your mouth again, he chose to leave an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive part of your neck, gently biting and sucking at the skin. 

His feathery light touches tickled you, your nerves working on overdrive and every stroke feeling like it was amplified. You couldn’t help but giggle at his soft nibble and he paused to look at you questioningly. 

“Tickles,” you replied, laughing at his confused expression. “But it feels nice.”

Shouto hummed, the vibrations buzzing against your neck. “That’s good to hear.”

Returning to your lips, he kissed you with a smile creeping on his face and you returned it. His forehead rested against yours as you toyed with the fabric on the front of his suit. You unknotted his tie as your lips clashed against each other, the motion no longer soft and gentle but instead more fervent and intense. 

Finally getting his tie to come undone, you flung it off the bed and worked to unbutton his shirt collar, not caring if it got wrinkled in the process. Shouto reciprocated the eagerness by sucking the tip of your tongue with his mouth before pulling away from you completely. 

A whimper left your lips at the sudden loss of warmth and you couldn’t help but pout, grabbing at his shirt again to pull him back.

“Be a good girl and be patient, okay?” he said, running the tip of his index finger against your jawline. 

You huffed. “I’ve been plenty patient. I want you to do something now!” 

In other times, you’d probably be embarrassed about how whiny you sounded, but at this moment all you wanted was for Shouto to finally touch you more. 

He nipped at your collarbone before looking down at you. “Hm. Are you a princess or a brat?”

“I can be both. I’m very multifaceted,” you said haughtily, sticking your tongue out to let him know you were only joking. 

“You are,” he agreed. 

It seemed Shouto decided to finally listen to your pleas since his attention swiftly returned to that of your neck, dragging his lips down until he reached the swell of your breast. Over the fabric of your dress that was barely clinging onto you, he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses over your chest, his teeth accidentally grazing against your nipple. 

You cried out quietly and he felt encouraged by the sound, this time taking your peak into his mouth with purpose. He formed his mouth into the shape of an ‘o’ and softly sucked your nipple, the tip of his tongue making circles around the bud. His saliva wet the fabric of your dress, leaving you to shiver at the cold against your wet breast when he pulled away from you. 

“S-Shouto,” you whimpered, squeezing your legs together to relieve some of the tension. “More.”

“More? What exactly do you mean by that?” 

“I want you to…” You gestured towards your body. 

“To what? Take your dress off and fuck you? Or just continue playing with your breasts?” he asked, listing off suggestions in a low rasp. He kissed below your chest and down your stomach all the way to your navel. “Or maybe you want me to go lower until I reach that pretty pussy of yours.”

You nodded fervidly, not trusting your voice. “A-All of the above?”

He chuckled in amusement but was ready to dutifully continue his work.

“But…” you murmured, running your hands down his half-unbuttoned shirt. “I want to see you too.” You looked down at his crotch area then back at his face, biting your lip nervously. “And I want to make sure you’re also having a good time.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he ran his hands down your body, giving you an appreciative look. “I’m having the best time.” He kissed you chastely. “Are you?”

You looked like a mess sprawled out on his bed, dress half hanging onto your chest and the fabric of the skirt only covering one of your legs. You didn’t know for sure the state of your hair and makeup, but you were sure it was thoroughly roughed up as well. “I think it’s quite obvious I am, sir.” 

Shouto smirked, caressing your cheek with his knuckles. “Good.” 

Instead of answering him, you brought your fingers to the lower-half of his shirt, unfastening the final buttons and untucking it from his suit pants. His shirt hung open, exposing his lean yet muscular torso. You ran your hands up and down his chest and abdomen, absentmindedly brushing against his nipples which caused him to shiver. When you reached his collar, you threw the fabric behind his shoulders and he got the message to take his shirt off. 

“So pretty,” you whispered breathlessly.

“Your turn.” Slowly, Shouto slid down the silky fabric that was just barely covering your breasts all the way to your navel. He tapped your thigh and said, “Up,” and you immediately obliged, lifting your lower body up so he could remove the dress completely. 

Taking his sweet time—much to your frustration—he folded the dress and placed it on a dresser near his bed. When he turned his gaze back to you, you were holding your arms over your chest, feeling bare in nothing but your panties with sheer detailings. 

His stare burned holes into you. You felt like his gaze was leaving a trail of fire against your skin. Shouto’s expression looked sensual but soft as he admired you, giving you enough confidence to lay your arms down by your sides instead of over your chest. He zeroed in on your breasts as he gave them a kiss. 

“Beautiful,” he whispered and your cheeks burst into flames. Your whole body felt hot as you folded one leg over the other so he couldn’t see the arousal gathering at your thin undergarments.

Noticing the movement, he raised a brow at you and uncrossed your legs with his large but slender hand, his grip firm on your thigh to prevent you from covering yourself like that again. Shouto pressed one of your thighs into the bed with his palm, and your other thigh with the gentle weight of his knee, holding your legs open for him. 

The cool air from his room hit your wetness seeping through your underwear and you felt yourself clench around nothing. 

You shifted under his weight, desperate for some release. “Shouto, please.”

It seemed he no longer had the restraint to tease you further since he nodded, moving lower down the bed so his face was hovering above your clothed pussy. “May I?” 

“Fuck— Yes,” you moaned, core heating up in anticipation. 

Shouto landed his lips on your fabric-covered cunt, licking a stripe across your slit. Your growing arousal mixed with his spit through your panties, a lewd noise sounding when he pried the fabric away from your pussy. He slid them off your legs, holding it up to examine the arousal slick on the garments. As if he had no shame, he politely folded it and placed it on top of your dress with a smile. 

“T-That’s not what a gentleman would do,” you managed as he returned to his position in bed in front of your now-bare cunt. 

“And what is it that a gentleman would do, princess?” he whispered dangerously close to your most intimate parts. “This?”

Without warning, he tenderly kissed the bud between your legs. You moaned, legs attempting to kick out in surprise and pleasure, but they remained immobile since Shouto held them down in place. 

“Or perhaps this?” Shouto ran his tongue down your folds and back up to your clit, rubbing small and steady figure eights against the sensitive nub. 

“Yes!” you cried out, canting your hips towards his mouth in pleasure. “Oh, god— Yes to all of it. Please… Don’t stop.” 

“I won’t.” He hummed as he continued his ministrations on your pussy, the vibrations shooting right up your core and causing more wetness to seep out onto his face, but he didn’t let that bother him. In fact, it only seemed to encourage him further. 

Not removing his mouth from your clit for even a second, Shouto hooked one of your legs over his shoulder while leaving the other flat against the silky sheets of his mattress. He dragged his opened mouth down to your dripping pussy lips and entered into your slit with his tongue. The new position sent ever more waves of euphoria through you and Shouto licked and sucked at your folds. 

You lifted your hips higher and he nuzzled his head deeper, his tongue reaching places you had only ever imagined. The lewd noises of Shouto’s mouth smacking against your slick cunt filled the quiet room. As you moaned, your hands threaded themselves into the base of his hair, lightly tugging him even closer than either of you thought possible. 

With his hand that wasn’t holding your thigh down, Shouto found his way to your chest, reaching up to palm at your breast all while still sucking your pussy. He flicked your nipple and gently rubbed it with his thumb and forefinger. Your breathing hitched at the mix of sensations, your core tightening and heating up as Shouto continued to eat you out. “Fuck— Oh— Shouto!” you cried, unable to hold back the volume of your voice. 

As if he knew what was coming, he removed his hand from your breast and briefly paused, though his face was still resting against your thigh and pussy. “Not yet, princess. Do you think you can hold on for me?” 

You whimpered at the thought of postponing your release, but you trusted that he would make up for the wait. “Okay, sir. For you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Shouto continued his attack on your cunt with his lips, this time bringing his hand down to rub lazy circles around your clit. His tongue was deep in you, his nose teasingly bumping against your sensitive bud as his fingers flicked against it harsher. Rougher. He nuzzled his head from side to side to hit places far within you as you whimpered and moaned. 

The stimulation of both his fingers and his mouth on your pussy was almost too much to handle as your thighs quivered and your cunt clenched uncontrollably. 

“S-Shouto, please I—” Your voice broke off as a moan of pleasure ripped through you. 

“You can come now, princess,” he murmured into your folds, the vibrations only pleasuring you even further. 

And so you did. 

You felt yourself orgasm as Shouto continued to suck at your cunt and brush against your clit, moving slower and more gently as you came down from your high. 

When he finally looked up from your pussy, the lower half of his face glistened with your fluids, sending you into another state of desire. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you want more of him. 

Shouto smiled as he wiped the fluids of your arousal and ecstacy on his chin with his index finger. Instead of taking it into his mouth, however, he held it in front of your lips. “Look at the mess you made for me, princess. See how good you taste.” 

After only a moment’s hesitation, you brought his finger that was coated in your arousal into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and sucking him, giving him an idea of what you would do if that were his cock. You released his finger with a soft ‘pop’ and smiled innocently at him. 

“Are you going to fuck me now or should I suck you off first, sir?” you asked, tone of voice all too pleasant. 

His bulge strained against the snug fit of his pants and you wanted nothing more than to relieve some of his pressure. “You’ll have plenty of opportunities to take my cock into your mouth, but right now I just want to feel you around me. Is that okay?” 

“That’s fine with me!” You nodded eagerly, the thought of being filled up with Shouto now taking over your mind completely. 

He chuckled at your excitement, though he was feeling the same thing himself. Swiftly, he removed his belt and took off his suit pants. You helped by tugging his black boxer briefs down and watching gently stroking his erect shaft in awe. 

Was every part of Shouto pretty? He was just a gift that kept on giving. 

Your mouth almost watered in anticipation, biting your lip as he lowered you back against the mattress, your head falling onto the plush pillows. He positioned his member against your slit that was still dripping wet from his spit and your first orgasm. 

Shouto rubbed his tip against your already sensitive clit and your slightly parted folds, not yet entering deep enough to satisfy you. He moved his cock back and forth against your pussy as you both watched, the fluids of your arousal and his mixing for further lubrication. Your eyes were fixated on the sight, the thick head of his member disappearing into your sopping pussy lips before coming back out, slowly getting you prepared for his full length. 

It was sweet of him to be so patient, but you were on the verge of tears at the frustration you felt. “Please, Shouto! More.” 

“What should you call me again, princess?” he drawled, continuing the leisure movements of rubbing his head against your lips. The fluids smeared all over your pussy and dribbled down onto your thighs and his bedsheets. If you weren’t so aroused, you might’ve been a bit embarrassed. But there was no time for that when all you wanted at this very moment was for Shouto to fuck you silly. 

“Sir—!” you corrected yourself in a whimper. “Please, sir, I want your fat cock to fill me up.” 

He groaned at your words, pulling out of your folds until only the very tip of his dick was touching you and then thrusting forward into your wet depths as you let out a loud cry of pleasure. You felt a stretch inside you as you adjusted to his length, Shouto taking note of how you stiffened and giving you time to get more comfortable. 

He began to nibble at your breast, sucking and biting your perk nipples as your arousal built. He nipped you, causing you to gasp in surprise (a very pleasant surprise) before soothing the bite with his tongue. As you arched your back, he swirled the tip of his tongue around your nipple and you hooked your leg around his hips, pushing into his lower back with your calf to signal for more.

“Ready now?” 

You nodded fervently. 

“Words, princess.”

“Y-Yes, sir,” you managed, voice shaky from your gratification being filled by Shouto. “Use my pussy to make you feel good. Please.”

“You always make me feel good, Y/N,” he said sincerely, removing his mouth from your breast to kiss you on the lips. Your tongues intertwined and you tasted yourself on him. “You’re amazing, you know?” 

You smiled into the kiss. “Show me how amazing you think I am with your cock then.”

“Anything for my princess.”

With that, he pounded into you, holding you at the waist to steady your squirming. You hitched your leg higher and higher around his back, canting your hips to let him thrust into you at deeper angles until he hit the spot. 

“Oh—! Oh, god,” you mewled in satisfaction, his cock making you feel so good you were certain your eyes almost rolled back into your head. “Fuck, right there, Shouto— Yes!” 

At your vocal encouragement, Shouto pushed into you even deeper, his swollen tip rubbing into you at the perfect angle. Your head lolled to the side and your cheek pressed against the soft pillow as you salivated at the intense feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your weeping pussy. 

“Mn,” he made a noise, softly tapping your cheek. “Keep your eyes on me, princess. Don’t look away.” 

You struggled to blink away how dazed you felt, feeling so good it was almost unbearable. Somehow, you managed to turn your head back to face him, trying to hold eye contact. “‘M sorry. You feel so good,” you sighed contentedly. “Like your cock was made for me.” 

He held your leg higher and you just about screamed from pleasure. “You feel so good too,” he said, one hand stretching your leg up and the other reaching down to toy with your clit. “Never want this to end.” 

With his fingers and thumb rubbing against your clit and his member hitting your g-spot, you were certain your throat was going to grow hoarse by the end of the night from all your screaming. You swore you saw stars.

“Want to,” you panted, thrusting your hips up to match his movements, “do this...with you...every...day.” 

“Please.”

When his lips found your breast again to tug at your nipple, you couldn’t help yourself any longer. 

“S-Shouto, I— I’m going to come,” you told him, voice pleading. You really hoped he let you come. 

He hummed in agreement. “Me too. Come with me, princess.” 

You lifted his head from your breasts to meet your mouth, kissing into him as you both felt the sweet release of pleasure coursing through your bodies, all the way from the top of your head to the curl of your toes. 

His pace slowed as he carried the two of you through your highs. Shouto removed his finger from its position of making circles onto your clit to let you cool down with him. In a state of euphoria, you kissed him, both of you riding your orgasms until you felt nothing but completely happy and thoroughly satiated. 

Still not taking his lips off of yours, he moved from being on top of you to lying beside you. Your eyes fluttered shut even as you kissed, nuzzling into his hot, sticky body and ready to pass out. 

“‘M sleepy,” you mumbled onto his lips. You just wanted to stay like this. Forever if you could. 

Shouto smoothed down your brow, his thumb moving in gentle strokes. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, princess. Then you can sleep.”

The rational part of you knew it would be best to clean up. But your overwhelming desire was simply to never let go of him. “Wait! I still want you.” Lazily, you murmured, “Let’s do it again.”

“You’re about to fall asleep but you want to have another round?”

You nodded. “I...might fall asleep during it, but yes. Want to do it with you again and again.”

Shouto smiled, shaking his head in amusement. But you pouted. It wasn’t a joke, you meant it. You just wanted to stay by his side. 

“We can,” he said and you instantly brightened up, “another day.” You huffed. “When you can stand on your own two feet without falling over.”

Your lower lip jutted out in a frown. 

“Don’t look so down, princess.” He kissed the top of your head. “It can be tomorrow or the next day.”

Slowly, you perked up again. “Or the day after that? And the next day after that?”

With a laugh, he nodded. “Anytime you want me. I’m yours.”

“I’ll always want you, Shouto,” you told him sincerely, gazing into his eyes.

His face was colored a light pink, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his lips were swollen and bright red. He looked beautiful. It was a sight you’d never tire of.

“I’ll always want you too, Y/N. More than anything. I...love you.”

And in that moment, there was nothing else in the world you would rather hear. No one else you’d rather be with. You were happy to have Shouto and that was better than all the money in the world.

“I love you too.”

— ✩ —

A few days have passed since the fateful night you exchanged ‘I love you’s with Shouto and now you were back at work. 

As usual, you were working the morning shift with some cranky customers, trying your best to make the start of their day go as smoothly as possible. And, as per usual, Shouto walked into the cafe a few minutes after rush hour to spend a part of his morning with you.

“Good morning, sir. How can I help you today?” you said teasingly, giving him a brief kiss over the counter, chaste enough that no one else would notice but you two. 

“Morning, princess.” He smiled. “I’ll have a medium flat white, please.” 

“Of course. And could I interest you in some of our fresh pastries?” you laughed. “Oddly enough, we have your favorite today.”

He perked up at your words. “Cheese danishes?” 

“Yup!”

“I’ll have five boxes of a dozen, please.”

Humming to yourself, you entered his order into the register and told him the price. “Your order will be to your left when it’s completed,” you recited, knowing he’s heard this plenty of times before. After he paid and got ready to walk away from the counter, you playfully called out, “So, no tip this time?”

Shouto smirked, glancing back at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. “Maybe I can pick you up tonight and give you a tip then.”

“A...tip?” you asked, stifling a giggle behind your hands. “Was that an innuendo?”

“Innuendo—?” A look of realization crossed his face and his cheeks colored. 

You grinned to yourself. As confident and well put together Shouto could be (which you very much enjoyed and found incredibly attractive), you also got extreme pleasure in seeing him blush and grow flustered. 

“No… I didn’t intend it like that.” He paused, thinking on it. “Well, I guess I did. But I didn’t mean to make a pun of it…”

Your laughter rang out across the whole store, smile spreading bigger and bigger. “You’re cute, Shouto. Thanks for the laugh.” 

He looked sheepish but nodded. “Thanks for letting me hear your laugh. It’s radiant.”

“Smooth talker.” You stuck your tongue out. 

“Just the truth.”

“Hmm,” you sighed happily, a feeling of contentment and euphoria settling within you. “But about your tip…”

Shouto blushed. 

“I’d love to come over tonight,” you told him. “Any excuse to see my lovely boyfriend.”

“You never need an excuse to see me. Because I always want to be with you too.” 

The two of you kissed again, unable to help yourselves. Though it was brief and light, it still sent tingles down your spine. 

Shouto was sweeter than any cheese danish or chocolate croissant you could ever make, better than any tip you could ever receive, and you couldn’t wait to continue your life with him. 

a/n: omg...this is the end ╥﹏╥ thank you to every who read and commented and sent asks and just supported this series in general ! it was very fun to write and i have a toothache from all of shouto’s sweetness and fluff hfjhggg tysm for reading ily !! xx sof 

[lovethoery]

pairing: nonidol!jeno + fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut! please read at your own risk ♡ also just very soft n fluffy for the most part. it gets a little mean at the end but it’s all consensual and discussed before hand!!! promise.

kinks: slight puppy play, mentions of pegging and strap-ons, dominant reader, submissive jeno, mommy kink, vaginal sex, established relationship, no protection (pls b safe!!), dirty talk, fingering, ♡ big dick jeno ♡, breeding (the reader says not to, but i promise they’ve talked it over and it’s actually okay), mention of pussy eating, name calling?, tummy bulging, drooling.

a/n: i have not been able to stop thinking abt subby puppy jeno... he’s just so good... im not a dom, but for jeno (and mark)? i’ll do anything. this is very much self-indulgent. no i’m not sorry.

jeno’s hips can’t help the way they fuck into your hand, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling. it’s just so good, and he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months.

“and whose fault is that?” you coo, leaning forward to get in the boy’s face. jeno’s ears are a bright pink, chest and neck beginning to adopt the same hue. he gulps, looking down to where your fingers are wrapping around his length, working him up and down.

“m-mine...” he whispers, mouth parting open as his eyes flutter shut.

“unh-unh. eyes on me, mutt,” you order. jeno’s nothing if not obedient, though, and he opens his eyes quickly, whimpering. “do you wanna fuck mommy?” you can’t miss the way jeno’s eyes light up; it’d be impossible to miss it.

he’s pressed up against the headboard of your shared bed, shirt tossed in a corner somewhere. his jeans are unbuttoned and shoved down messily, boxers still confining most of your boyfriend’s cock. jeno looks an absolute wreck, and you can see the way the thought of being inside your pussy causes him to sink deeper into his fucked out state.

raising a hand, you brush the hair out of his face gently, jeno’s tongue brushing past his lips to wet them. your fingers itch to push past those pretty pillows and make him gag, but you figure you’d save it for later.

“yes or no, angel?”

jeno’s mouth opens wider, then closes. he looks around as if you’re baiting him, but then he speaks softly. “yes...”

“yes what, pup?” your eyes bore into his, daring him to look away when you’re practically dangling a bone in his face—something so sweet and savory. a chance he doesn’t get often.

“yes, mommy,” jeno breathes, eyes wide and borderline innocent. borderline only because you know what he’s really like—desperate, needy, trying everything in his power to keep from breaking any rules you may have set forth tonight. “please let me fuck you...”

the boy beneath you is practically vibrating from the prospect of being inside you once again. he hasn’t been allowed to fuck you as of late due to poor... technique.

“mmm...” you hum, straightening your back to sit up, taller than him; looking down on him like the mutt he is. “do you think you can do a good job? surely with how much mommy’s fucked you, you must’ve learned something, right, puppy?”

jeno whimpers, loud and high in his throat, head moving forward to rest his face in your chest. the boy mouths at your shirt, nuzzling into you. you can’t help but bring your hands to card through his hair, petting him gently. jeno is your most precious boy, after all. “oh, puppy... okay, okay... you can fuck mommy.”

moving off of his lap, you begin to pull your clothes from your body, only to be stopped by jeno. “let me, please...” always such a good boy, you think.

jeno’s fingers tremble when he brings them to the drawstring on your shorts, despite how deft and nimble they typically are. it makes you giggle, laying on your back to allow him to pull the shorts from your legs. he moves slowly, almost like he’s still unsure about it all. you coo, reaching for his wrist. you thumb over the protruding bone, reassuring in your gentle movements. he nods in understanding, spreading your your legs wide to play with your pussy, admiring the way it glistens with your essence.

a sigh slips from the both of you when jeno sinks in his middle finger, and you giggle again. jeno’s eyes snap towards you, making sure he’s doing alright before he’s wiggling the digit carefully. his thumb moves to hook onto your clit, drawing gentle circles. he’s working you up, just like you’d taught him to when you first started having sex.

you moan softly, jeno’s middle finger beginning to crook, searching for your g-spot. your back arches when he finds it, toes curling and the boy between your legs can’t help the way his tongue starts to loll out of his mouth, practically salivating at the display before him. he’s never seen something so beautiful in his entire life, and his cock throbs from where it sits half-way out of his underwear. a blurt of pre-cum spills from the tip and you grin lazily.

“and here i thought i was the only one who was wet... but you’re dripping over there, baby,” you breathe. your voice is pitched up just a little, head tilting back. you miss the way jeno’s eyes flutter shut at your words, embarrassment flooding his bones.

“can i add another finger?”

you nod at his question, praising him for being so good, remembering to ask before doing. you’ve taught him so well, how to be the best boy be can be, and jeno beams under it. he takes the permission granted to him and slips his ringer finger in next, scissoring them wide.

a whine falls from your lips, legs spreading wider as you clench around the digits. “fuck, that’s so good,” you moan, eyes moving to lock on jeno’s. you grin again, teeth on display and jeno whimpers, kissing your bent knee. moving your foot, you press it up against jeno’s cock, biting your lip in satisfaction when jeno’s hips jolt.

“hurry up, puppy. get mommy ready for your big cock so you can fuck her nice and good.”

jeno doesn’t need to be told twice, fingers beginning to speed up after adding a third, pumping in and out of you. you moan louder, head falling back against the mattress. the coil in your abdomen tightens, spring loaded and ready to snap when jeno’s thumb speeds up its circles on your bud. your hips buck up, whines falling from your mouth as you get closer and closer, falling from the edge when jeno takes initiative and gives you that fourth finger, cupping your pussy as he stretches you wide and makes you cum.

it’s with soft whines and pretty cries that you cum, back arched taut like a bowstring and jeno thinks he could cum untouched, just from the sight alone. he has, if he remembers correctly. but not right now. right now, jeno needs to be inside you.

without even thinking, jeno’s quick to pull his hands away, shoving his pants and briefs down enough for his cock to fall out, heavy and thick between his legs.

your eyes are hazy as you look up at him, still coming around from your orgasm when jeno shoves his length into you. your eyes widen, mouth falling open as he starts to thrust, eyes watering from the stretch. “f-fuck!” you cry, back arching again. it burns, but you’re too preoccupied with the pleasure that builds behind your belly button again.

four fingers are never enough when it comes to stretching you out, another reason why you prefer to fuck him, and not the other way around. that, and every time jeno gets his cock in you, it goes like this.

the boy between your legs is practically jackhammering into you, hips moving like a piston into you over and over again. his eyes are closed and his tongue hangs from his mouth, drool coating his chin. his eyes open and close, looking down at you. jeno’s so far into his own headspace, there’s nothing in his eyes but desire and a need to breed you.

“j-jen... puppy, you’ve gotta slow d-down—oh, my god...” you try, hand moving to press against his tummy. it’s damp with sweat, tensing over and over from a mix of exertion and undying pleasure. jeno, despite your pleas, shows no sign of slowing. it feels like he begins to move even faster, balls slapping against against you.

the room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, your pussy squelching loudly as it tries to adjust to jeno’s width.

he stops for a moment, moving the two of you around. jeno moves with your legs tossed over his forearms, pulling you closer and up into his lap. with your feet up in the air, you feel a little burn of shame, not used to being manhandled in this way, though you know in the back of your mind you could easily take back control if needed.

jeno seems to only get rougher, pushing back into with a one-track mind. you know that look when he looks at you again. he wants to cum inside you.

“no,” you warn, hand tangling into his hair and pulling roughly.

jeno leans forward with a cry, face burying itself in your chest, knees pressing to your chest. you groan with the stretch in your thighs and waist, but shake it off, pushing it to the back of your head when you feel soft lips pressing against the base of your throat. teeth scrape across your skin, biting down.

with your legs locked up between your bodies, you have no way of pushing jeno away. it’s not that you don’t want him to cum inside, you do. it’s just... he doesn’t deserve it for the way he broke your rules.

“m-mommy!” jeno’s voice is high pitched, breaking on the end as his thrusts slow, but grow rougher. you can feel the slick between your legs, spilling down over your ass and onto the blankets beneath you. “so g-good... wanna breed you...”

your mouth opens when jeno readjusts, cock pressing up against your walls in the best way possible, pressing up against your sweet spot every single time. your toes curl where they’re propped up in the air, your boyfriend’s body preventing you from lowering them. a cramp starts to pull somewhere in your left thigh, and you contemplate telling jeno as much but when he cries out into your chest, you don’t have it in you to stop him.

“you better pull out, mutt!” you warn him, fingers wrapping around broad shoulders and digging into his skin. pretty crescent moon shapes litter his back, deep, red scratching lining his tanned skin.

your words seem to only spur jeno on, hips picking up pace as he becomes focused on only his pleasure.

“stupid dog,” is all you’re able to get out before jeno’s hips are stuttering, cock bottoming out. the tip kisses your cervix, cum painting your walls, and your own body convulses at the feeling. you moan into the air of your bedroom, pulling jeno even closer. your tummy bulges with his cock, and jeno just has to press a clammy hand against it.

jeno stays buried deep inside you for a moment, catching his breath. he’s hiccupping a little as he tries to come back to earth from whatever pleasure-induced cloud he’d been on. your fingers move to bring jeno’s face to yours, lips pressing against one another. jeno’s tongue finds refuge against your own, and you moan into his mouth. it’s sloppy and messy, the total opposite of the jeno everyone else gets to see and it makes you clench around his softening cock.

when he pulls away, you hum, taking in the sight before you. jeno’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he regards you like you’re the only source of water for miles and he hasn’t had a drop in days. his tongue hangs out of his mouth, panting like a dog, and his chin is covered in drool. your fingers work to clean his face, wiping against the bedsheets once you’ve done your best to work the spit away.

you gasp as jeno’s cock slips free, soft between his legs.

“hi, baby,” you whisper, a grin on your lips as you work him back to you. “can you speak yet?”

jeno swallows, eyes blinking slowly as his mouth works to form words.

“shh... you don’t have to try if you can’t. just nod if you’re feeling good enough to keep going.”

the boy between your legs keens softly, nodding a soft yes. you card your fingers through sweat-dampened hair, cooing gently, trying to show as much affection to the boy as you can before you’re yanking on the strands, growling under your breath.

jeno whines in pain, but you can feel his dick twitching against your ass.

“stupid fucking dog. you can’t listen, can you?” your voice is biting, though you mean no malice. “first, you think of only yourself when i so graciously let you fuck me. remember last time, mutt? remember why mommy hasn’t let you fuck her in months? because you do shit like this.” with another tug, jeno’s groaning, mouth opening again. your free fingers work into his pretty, swollen mouth, pressing down on his tongue. your thumb hooks under his jaw, in the divot behind his chin. forcing his mouth open, you maneuver his head so he’s unable to look anywhere but you. “and then, to make it worse, mommy told you not to cum inside her. but what do you do? you cum inside her like a stupid mutt. do you know what will happen if mommy gets pregnant?”

jeno’s eyes are filling with tears, and for a moment you become worried, but you know jeno’s smart enough to use his safe word. he has before, even when he’s gone so far into his puppy space that he’s gotten nonverbal.

“if mommy gets pregnant with your puppies,” you whisper, bringing him in close. he swallows as best as he can around your fingers. “then mommy can’t fuck you like the stupid bitch you are. and you will never get to come close to my pussy. do you understand me, mutt?”

the boy trapped between your legs nods quickly, drool spilling from around your fingers once more. you hum, digging a heel into jeno’s lower back before releasing him. jeno slumps against your chest once your legs are free as well, and your fingers move from his mouth to pet through his locks again.

“you’re lucky you’re so cute, nono.” your voice is breathy, a soft giggle in it somewhere as jeno rests his chin on your chest, looking up at you with big eyes. “god, i can’t even be mad at you.” you’re pouting down at him, moving to adjust your position. turning around, you rest up against the headboard, legs spread wide. jeno’s cum drips from your fluttering walls, between your cheek, and onto the bed sheet beneath you.

“if you wanna make it up to me, you’ll come over here and use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum.”

jeno’s eyes light up once more and he’s immediately crawling between your legs, ready to give you the world and then some.

[5acchan]

red-handed, pink-cheeked

inumaki x f!reader

warnings: sub!inumaki, d/s themes, femdom, cock&ball torture, mild verbal humiliation/degradation, teasing, mutual masturbation, panty kink, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, creampie, established relationship

summary: you'd heard the rumors even before you started dating toge. first from maki, then from megumi. how odd and out of character, you'd thought. and naughty. (i.e. panty stealer inumaki)

me @ me: r u rlly gonna write 3k abt inumaki in panties

me: /inhales i present to you all on this good day...

you'd heard the rumors even before you started dating toge. first from maki, then from megumi. how odd and out of character, you'd thought. and naughty.

after all, toge had always treated you differently than others. even as friends, he'd been sweet and eager to please, and that hadn't changed when you began dating him. toge was obedient, a little bit submissive and masochistic, bending to your will with stars in his eyes the entire time. not that you minded. even if what your friends told you was true, your boyfriend wouldn't dare, would he?

you return from a coffee run one afternoon and get your answer—he would. your first thought is to be amused, but you can't help the anger that sparks from your belly and surges through your veins to send your heart racing as you watch toge root through your carefully organized underwear drawer from where you stand in the doorway. i just folded and sorted them all by color this past weekend, you groan internally.

toge straightens up and you tense, expecting him to turn and see you watching him. you don’t expect to see him inspect a pair and test the stretch of the waistband before carefully holding them up to his hips, as if he's checking whether or not they might fit properly on his slim frame.

that pair might fit, you think, and then take in a slow, deep breath as your irritation melts into arousal at the unbidden mental images of your fingers snapping the waistband against his sensitive skin, rubbing the thick length of him over the silky fabric while he squirms and bucks into your touch in a wordless plea for you to sit on his cock.

toge, in your panties? if he wants to wear them so badly, you'll allow him the opportunity to do so. never let it be said that you wouldn't do anything for your lovely boyfriend. and with that, you inhale and exhale with a sharp, "what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

he jumps, clutching your panties to his chest before turning to face you, eyes wide. you deliberately drop your gaze to what’s in his hands, which nervously crinkle the fabric in a way that makes you frown. “bonito flakes,” he offers.

“‘wasn’t doing anything,’ my ass,” you say, not taking your eyes off him as you shut the door he’d so carelessly left ajar. he gulps. the sound is audible even from behind his collar. his eyes are wide, a bit fearful of what's to transpire. you don't blame him. as a dom, you can be unpredictable at times, though you always make sure to give him what he wants in the end. but with such a sweetly responsive sub, you can never resist playing with your prey a bit.

toge warily eyes you as you casually make your way to your desk and take a sip of your coffee before you neatly set it down on a coaster. “do you like them?” you ask.

he nods, waiting until you walk over to carefully whisper, “looks nice,” before clamping his lips shut.

you hum in agreement. that pair does look good on you, both nobara and maki had said so when you’d tried them on at the department store. it’s simple black in a cheeky cut, made of a stretchy, silky material with a set of thin black straps that criss-cross over your hips, joined in the front with a little gold o-ring. nobara had made a comment about you looking like a dominatrix in them, and you had immediately changed back into your own clothes and strode over to the checkout counter to purchase them.

(“it’s like that, then?” maki asks, a wicked smirk on her lips as she saunters over to pay for her own goods.

“would it be any other way?” you reply.)

“they’d look good on you too. put them on, then.”

he flushes pink all the way up to the tips of his ears, and you’re sure if his jacket wasn't zipped all the way up, you'd see a pink flush across his nose and cheeks too. you suppress a smile at how he fidgets in a way that lets you know it's exactly what he wants, but he's feeling a little shy.

"go on."

he stares at you a moment longer, a pleading look in his eyes, before dropping his gaze to his belt and zipper. there's the soft clinking of metal and a smooth zip, and then his pants pool at his ankles. he still has your panties bunched in one hand, and you raise an eyebrow, indicating that he should undress further. toge half turns away but you make a sound of disapproval. "what're you turning away for? afraid i'm going to see your slutty cock all wet and hard for me already?"

chastised, he turns back around to face you fully and wiggles the waistband of his black boxer-briefs down until they fall to join his pants on the floor. sure enough, he's hard, flushed pink and thick enough to make your mouth water, not yet leaking freely but precum oozes out of his slit when you step closer and give him a squeeze. he lets out a stuttered breath and presses his forehead to yours when you begin to stroke him, the ring of your fingers catching under the sensitive head of his cock on the upstroke. toge's mouth drops open when you lick your palm and curl your slick fingers tighter around him, patting his thigh to encourage him to fuck upwards into your closed fist. a shaky breath leaves his lips at the way the leaking tip parts your fingers, peeking out like he's fucking into a hole.

with your other hand, you unzip his collar and undo his jacket buttons so it hangs open to reveal the light pink flush at the base of his throat that descends into the neck of his form-fitting black undershirt. your hum of approval mixes with his bitten-off moan when you grope at his pectorals and tug at his perked up nipples.

fuck, he mouths, tugging at your shirt so you'll look at his face, his lips. they’re slightly parted, the marking on his tongue peeking out from between his teeth. the faces he makes when you touch him are always so erotic, the lewd expressions at odds with his wide, innocent eyes with their thick lashes and the slight roundness to his cheeks with the bit of baby fat he's yet to lose.

"does it feel nice?" you ask, hoarse with desire, and he nods, eyes falling shut at the tight, wet slide of your hand around him. just as his eyes close, you stop stroking him and smack the underside of his cock with a flattened palm.

toge’s eyes pop open and he gives a choked shout. he jerks and squeezes his thighs together, effectively trapping your hand between them, his hands clutching the front of your shirt as he leans his weight on you. really, why does he even try to resist? you sigh and pinch his nipples with your free hand, pulling and twisting to the point of pain. toge's thighs quake around your hand and he lets out a strained, "ah, bonito flakes..." his chest arches into you despite the rough treatment, seeking more of your attention.

you kiss his open mouth, which he belatedly responds to, distracted by your fingers switching from pinching to lightly stroking across his sensitive nipples, and he moans in earnest when you suck on his bottom lip, releasing it only when you're sure it's hot and swollen. "so sloppy, baby," you murmur against his mouth, letting the vibrations from your words buzz against his lips. "you left the door open and looked through my stuff, then didn't even have the decency to clean up the mess you made. did you think you could just get away with all that?"

“mmh...” is his intelligent response, too engrossed in the physical stimulation to come up with anything else. you nudge his thighs open from where they’re clamped around your hand and cup his balls, stroking them gently and then increasing the pressure of your grip until you're squeezing them hard between your fingers. he squirms, discomfort clear on his face and dazed pleasure in his eyes, but he doesn’t pull your hand away or tell you to stop. a jolt of pride at how good he is brings a smile to your face, and you release him.

“good boy. put the panties on now, please.”

he sheds his jacket and steps out of his pile of clothes on the ground, and you admire how the muscles in his legs bunch as he raises them one by one to slide them through the leg holes of your panties (woefully wrinkled after being crushed in his hand). the satiny fabric fits snug around his hips and stretches thin over his erection, the straps creating a sinful pattern against his pale skin and accentuating his lower abdominal muscles. when he turns to climb onto the bed, your eyes are drawn to the tantalizing way the panties strain over the round globes of his ass, with the undersides of his cheeks peeking out, and you can't help but bite your lip and reach out to swat at his ass.

the thin fabric doesn't provide much cushioning, and he throws you an affronted look over his shoulder as he settles against the pillows. you shuck your clothes and deposit them on top of his before joining him on the bed.

toge gives you a sly smile when you settle an arm's length away between his spread legs. he loves to watch you as much as he loves being watched by you. sure enough, you tell him, "touch yourself for me," and he eagerly wraps a hand around his clothed cock. his expression goes soft as you sit back on your calves, legs spread wide, and tease yourself by running your fingers up and down your wet slit, dipping inside and trailing back up to graze over your clit before repeating the motions again.

from your seat, you can clearly see the way his length juts out from his hips, obscenely tenting the fabric of the panties and straining over the wet head with each pass of his hand. it's barely enough friction for him to get off, the tease of pleasure more frustrating than anything, but what the smooth slide of material over his skin lacks it makes up for in eroticism. the rustle of fabric as he touches himself and the way his precum bubbles up clear before being blotted away by the panties makes you groan and sink two fingers into your heat, which in turn makes him moan and fist his cock harder, his gaze dipping between your face and your fingers working between your spread thighs. the look on toge's face is helplessly turned on as he imagines his cock making those slick in-and-out noises instead of your fingers, wrapped in your soft, hot insides and pulling sweet whines from your throat with each press of his hips into yours.

"ah, toge," you sigh. your clit aches as you purposefully neglect it, instead fucking yourself with your fingers at the same pace toge desperately fucks up into his hand. it feels good but it's not enough, and imagining the heavy weight of his cock buried in you instead of your fingers has you panting and curling your fingers to insistently press into the spot that makes your thighs shake and squeeze together, heat curling in your belly.

toge mindlessly slips two fingers past the waistband to stroke the underside of his length and his hips rise off the bed, chasing the feeling of bare skin on skin. he hears you gasp and belatedly asks your permission to properly touch himself with a hoarse, "mustard leaf?"

"go ahead, baby."

he complies by shoving his hand under the fabric, thighs trembling at the rough slide of his palm against his heated skin and synthetic material damp with precum against his knuckles. his head tilts back in rapture before he snaps it upright again, jerking his cock faster, harder as he watches how you reach up to pinch your nipples, your hips tilting and bearing down on your fingers in a mesmerizing cycle. you don't stop him, the look in your eyes egging him on. he thinks you intend for him to get himself off like this and he pants loudly, eyes rolling back at the thought of creaming in your panties.

but then you sink forward onto all fours and knock his wrist away, pinning it to the bed with wet fingers, and he makes a questioning noise that quickly devolves into a shaky noise of pleasure when you dip down and stroke the sensitive underside of his cock with your tongue. the slightly salty taste of precum blooms on your tongue as you lap at the tip and then flatten your tongue to rub at the spot under the head. toge's hips buck up when you squeeze his inner thigh hard enough to leave a bright pink mark and his free hand latches onto your shoulder, creeping up to cup the back of your neck and reverently stroke your hair. your hand, the one not holding his down, slides under his shirt and up his chest to play with his nipples again. with a pleased hum, you suck the fat head of his cock into your mouth, letting your saliva pool and soak the fabric barring his skin from the wet heat of your mouth.

shuddering in pleasure, he pulls the shirt off, reluctantly removing his hands from you to tug his arms out of the sleeves and toss it over the edge of the mattress before lovingly returning his hands to you, one in your hair and the other cupping your cheek and feeling your jaw move with each rasp of your tongue over him. the front of the panties are a mess, soaked through with his precum and your saliva, and toge is flushed down his neck to the top of his chest with a combination of arousal and humiliation.

satisfied with the way his cock throbs insistently for more, you lift your head and press a brief kiss to his palm before gazing up at him.

"should i fuck you now?”

toge gives a frantic couple of nods, and you tug his cock out and scoot up onto his hips so you can sit on it. a low moan leaves his mouth as the tip sinks in, and you look up from where you're joined with him to watch his expression change from dazed to euphoric as you seat yourself fully with a shiver.

even after prepping yourself with two fingers, his length and girth leave you feeling almost uncomfortably full, and you lean forward and bury your face in his neck to give yourself some time to savor the feeling of him deep inside you. toge groans again at your breaths hitting his damp skin and makes a noise that sounds vaguely embarrassed when your mouth finds his neck. the way his collar shields his face and neck leaves him especially sensitive to any kind of stimulation once it's off, and you feel his body go limp when you leave a trail of wet, sucking kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone. his chest heaves under your palms, filling with air in between his moans. it's not until he feels your tongue and teeth that he squirms under you like he's protesting at the hickies you're giving him.

"shut up," you snap, though it comes out breathy and low with the way his cock pulses inside you. each little jerk of his cock creates a momentary stretch that draws a whine from your throat, which you muffle by busying yourself in nipping at his neck. hands tight on your hips, toge moans helplessly as you suck and bite at his damp skin, soothing the sting of each mark with a wet kiss and a sweep of your tongue. "don't want everyone knowing you're my little slut?"

"bonito flakes," he rasps, squeezing your hips. you give him a patronizing little hum but acquiesce, switching to pressing rough kisses down his throat while you grind your clit against his pelvis, inadvertently pulsing your insides around him. he knows he'll likely pay for it later, but with the way you're teasing him and squeezing his cock with your pussy, he can't help planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up into you. you gasp in surprise against his throat and grind down to meet his hips, pushing yourself up on your hands to see his mouth hanging open and his cute fringe mussed and clinging to his face, sticky with sweat.

"toge, harder..."

always eager to please, toge slides his hands underneath you to squeeze your butt and lift you partially off him so he can thrust into you properly. the headboard bangs against the wall as his pace quickens, unable to stop himself from instinctively seeking more of your warmth. your eyes roll back at the onslaught of sensations—toge moaning as he shoves his cock deep into you, delirious with how hot and tight you are, the lewd slapping of his hips against your ass, the fat head of his cock carving a hot path into you and rubbing your walls—and your insides give a hard pulse, your orgasm coiling low in your belly. toge lets out a strangled gasp, hips stuttering, and you wind a hand into his hair and tug.

"don't come yet," you rasp, "finish me first."

toge cries out in protest and you lean over to silence him by smothering him with your breasts. he muffles a pathetic whimper by frantically sucking a nipple into his mouth. tears clump his long lashes together but he continues fucking you, barely holding on as you gasp and press his face into your chest. his tongue flicks over your nipple, teeth nipping at your skin, drawing you closer to the edge until suddenly you're coming, the world narrowed down to the mindnumbing heat between your legs and the stretch of toge's length as it pumps in and out of you.

as you bury your face into his hair and shake from the force of your orgasm, toge detaches from your chest with a wet noise and a whine. his fingers dig painfully into your hips. you're so tight he can barely breathe, and it only takes another two, three thrusts before he's arching, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close and bury himself in your heat before he collapses, boneless against the sheets. you take a moment to admire your lover. his skin is flushed and his heart is still racing in his chest where it's pressed to yours.

toge's mouth meets yours in a languid kiss and he sighs in contentment, relaxing further under you with the lazy slip of your mouths and tongues together. as you stroke his hair, the movement of his lips slows, and you know it's time to clean up before he falls completely asleep.

you gingerly lift yourself up with a gasp and a shiver, toge echoing your gasp with a moan as his cock slips out of your warmth, and you reach into one of the nightstand drawers for a hand towel. he groans when you tap his hip, indicating that he should lift up to let you pull the soiled panties down his legs.

"let me clean you up, good boy."

you start with his face first, gently dabbing the sweat from his forehead and cheeks, before swiping the cloth over his neck and chest down to his belly and softening cock. he shivers and grumbles at the sensitivity but stays still otherwise. as you head into the bathroom to wash up, you hear him yawn and shift around on the mattress, likely making a bigger mess of your pillows and blankets as he gets comfortable. you toss the panties and used towel into a hamper before using the toilet and stepping into the shower for a quick wash.

when you exit the bathroom, you find toge comfortably sprawled across your bed with the blankets pulled up to his waist, positively looking like an angel as he sleepily blinks at you and pats the empty space next to him. he sighs contentedly and snuffles into your hair as you lie down with him. toge yawns softly and snuggles closer, likely aiming to nap until dinner. despite the tiredness in your limbs after a satisfying round of sex with your lover, the exhilaration of stumbling upon him in your panties and toying with him so thoroughly still humming beneath your skin keeps your mind awake, wandering through a multitude of tempting scenarios involving toge and other pieces in your closet.

"maybe i should stuff them in your mouth next time. you'd look so pretty gagged," you sigh, then hum in satisfaction at the mental image of him with a wad of lace shoved into his mouth, followed by how he'd look with a black ball gag nestled between his lips, chin wet with spit, his beautiful eyes looking up at you with desperation.

toge shoots up and jostles you from where you're lying half on top of him. "bonito flakes!" he says indignantly, trying to communicate how much he doesn't want something in his mouth preventing him from suckling on your tits or your fingers. you laugh and run a hand over his slightly damp back until he settles down with a disgruntled huff, pulling you closer until your breasts are pressed against his chest.

"one more thing, love," you say. he squirms at the way your words vibrate against the sensitive skin of his throat.

"mustard leaf?"

"if i catch you making a mess of my things again, i won't be as nice."

toge lets out a considering hum and turns his face into the pillow to hide his smirk.

[lipstickbisous]

plssss elaborate on chris choking you with his tie 🥵🥵

breath ⟶ chris evans

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: he’ll show you what you do to him.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom!chris, degrading/dirty talk, creampie, oral (female receiving, choking, 18+ MINORS DNI

a/n: i got carried away...also it goes with this gif set! i think this might've been poorly written but oh well! thank you for the request!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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chris isn’t usually strict. he’s definitely a sweet and a gentle guy, but trust me...if you do something that’s gonna piss him off, you better understand there’ll be consequences.

let’s say it’s the after party of any sort of red carpet event. he’s taking off his suit (although he looks gorgeous in one). he’s undoing his tie and ruffling his hair because it’s been a long day and all he whats to do is treat his girl to what she deserves. that night, you looked absolutely divine in the dress you were. i mean, you were practically glowing and chris could not take his eyes off you. so when you returned to the hotel room, and you walk in to see him in just his dress shirt, pants, and that tie, whew...you’re melting.

“are you lookin’ at something, hun?” he asked with a smirk bc he fucking knows what he’s doing.

you slip off your heels and just smileeee, “not at all.”

oof that sets chris off. he does not like joking around with you like this. his hard-on is making his pants tight and he knows you can see it. he grabs your hand and puts it against his length. “you see what you do to me, baby?” he asked again, whispering right next to your ear and gently kissed it. and whew if feeling his cock through his pants wasn’t enough to make your knees melt, then idk what is. you were struggling to find the words, too busy thinking abt what he could do to you with that cock. “come on, little girl, speak up.”

he’s standing right in front of you while you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “yes, daddy” you squirm around bc there’s a little feeling between your legs that tickles.

chris definitely notices it. “atta girl,” he slurs, drunk off of you. his fingers go the straps of your dress before sliding them off of your shoulders. “look at my beautiful sweetheart,” he cooed and later your back down on the bed once you were bare in front of him. she’s so gorgeous, and she’s gonna look even better with my cock inside her. isn’t that right?”

you nod, “yes, daddy.” it was pathetic. you could only say two words at the moment and meanwhile chris was treating you like a queen. i mean, he’s dragging down your panties--white lace, mind you--and when he smells it, he lets out the most animalistic groan. and that makes you even more wet and chris is reveling in it. 

“god, baby, you’re always so wet for me,” he mumbles and puts his hand underneath your back. “turn around on your tummy for me, sweetheart.”

chris didn’t have to tell you twice. you sit sat yourself on your stomach, knees close to your chest, and your ass in the air--just the way he likes it. your cunt is literally spread open for him to look out, and even though the lighting in the room is really dim, girl, you’re glistening in front of him. that’s enough to make him nut in his pants. meanwhile, he’s on his knees at the end of the bed, sliding off the tie from his shirt, setting it next to him for later.

“now,” he whispered, and when you felt breath against your folds you realized he’s only like inches away from you. (can u imagine omg) “you’re gonna behave for your daddy, right?” you didn’t even expect yourself to but jesus christ you whimper out a yes. “good girl,” this man chuckles that out from the depths of his chest. you’re expecting like another question or for him to at least tease you, but nopeeeee he latches his mouth to your core and immediately starts licking through your slit. 

it’s an awkward position to try and grab his hair so your hands are moving all over the sheets, practically pulling the bedding apart. and you know what chris does? he laughs when he sees how he’s making you feel. and that sends vibrations straight through your body. your knees are about to collapse when he tightens his lips around your clit. you’re trying so hard to not scream because you’re not at home and there are people next door. “come on, baby, i wanna hear something,” he mutters while sticking his tongue inside your hole and that’s enough to make u burst. “i wanna hear how good your daddy makes you feel, okay?” 

you finally let out a loud wave of noise but you’re still too scared to make too much sound. “oh, fuck,” you sob when his thumb makes contact with your clit. the stimulation is overwhelming and your legs are shaking all by themselves--chris thinks it’s adorable. the only free hand he has left grabs the tie he had set right next to him. he breaks contact with your pearl--you whine at that, and in return, a pinch to your leg with a “what do i say about whining”--and he wraps the tie around his fist. before he can bring you over the edge, he stops and kisses your inner thigh. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you hear a zipping sound and the clatter of a belt. there’s a soft clump of something on the carpeted floor and then you feel chris drag his tip through your slit.

he groans, “my baby, always so perfect for her daddy,” without any sort of warning, he shoves--and y’all know what i mean when i say SHOVES--it inside your hole. “god, i’m just stretching you open, aren’t i?” he immediately sets a rough pace and the speed has his skin slapping against your rapidly. “i make you feel so good, don’t i, little girl? tell me, baby, how good do i make you feel?”

you try to sit yourself up at least on your elbows because he’s making you crumble, but instead of balancing yourself, you scream when he opens you wide enough to touch your cervix. you’re speaking jibberish-- “mhm, fuck, daddy...it’s so big, i- fuck!”--literally incoherent noises that strokes chris’ ego. he takes the tie around his fist and wraps it around your neck, squeezing his palm and watching your eyes burst open. now, you’re stumbling over your own words and trying to find some sort of air supply, but chris is cutting off everything. “is this what i do to you? i fuck you, dumb, don’t i?” 

then, he pulls you up by the tie high enough that you don’t have to depend on your arms for support anymore. your vision is turning fuzzy and you start seeing little specks. you manage to mutter out a choked, “so...good.”

“i know it is, sweetheart,” he furrows his brows because no matter how many times he pounds into you, you’re always so tight. “fuck, your pussy’s so good to me. always making me feel so good, always so tight. you love my cock so much, don’t you, baby? you love it so much you just need to make it feel good, right?” you nod (again, pathetically) and turn your head to look at him.

his hair that was neatly combed was now ruffled and an absolute mess. there was sweat running down his forehead, and his lower lip was gently twitching. he didn’t look back at you--no, chris’ attention was focused on watching his cock sink into your hole, only to pull it back out and shove it back in. and he doesn’t let go of the tie. he’s keeping you up there, breaking any sort of contact you had with oxygen. “my dumb fucking baby. doesn’t even know how to speak,” he laughs and it destroys you. “that’s how good i fuck her.”

your hands are grabbing at nothing and you’re an absolute mess. the core inside of you is tightening with every thrust chris takes and you’re trying to hold it in as much as you can. “i can feel that, sweetheart,” he tightens the tie. “do you really think i’m stupid?” he spits onto your cheek. “i can feel you around me, baby, i’ve fucked this pussy so many times. i know when you’re about to cum, and sweetheart, i’m about to cum too. i’m gonna fill up your fucking pussy, all the way up, and you’re gonna keep it inside you, alright?” you nod, but you start to claw the restraint around your neck. “i don’t think so, little girl.”

you can’t see anything now, just blindly trying to remove the tie and move your hips toward chris but he’s got them frozen with just one hand. “come on, baby, i know how good it feels,” you moan louder than before. you’re a hot mess now, blubbering without any supply of air, eyes squeezed shut, hot tears running down your cheeks. it’s a sight. “just cum for me. cum for your daddy, be a good girl.”

with a muffled scream, you let go and release everything you have onto his cock. it’s still drilling inside you and touching the spot inside you that makes you absolutely wild. his grip on the tie just barely loosens. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re makin’ me feel so good,” he sort of cries, and you clench yourself around. he laughs--deeply. “this beautiful cunt is all mine. i’m gonna fill it up with my cum, put a fucking baby inside you--” he stutters before he can finish his sentence and there’s a warm heat releasing inside you. just by feeling his strings of cum mark up your walls, you melt into the mattress.

chris stays like that for as long as he can. he’s holding it inside you with the rest of the strength he has, and when his cock finally softens he pulls it out. there’s a deep groan that echoes through the room when he sees his cum start to drip out of your hole. “oh baby,” he coos, spreading it open and watching the rest spill. “what a good girl. my good girl.” chris places a quick kiss on your folds and leaves the rest of both your clothing on the floor.

ya idk how to end this they kiss, go to sleep and whatever. @cno92 @honeysucklesteve @inactivewhore what do we think

[meltwonu]

| 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔦 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 |     [Chapter 1] 

pairing; fratboy!wonwoo x reader

this chapter’s notes; fratboy!wonwoo, dom!wonwoo, dirty talk, masturbation, sex toys, mentions of sexting/sending photos/videos, baby this has hella plot lmao dkhf 🥴💕 WELCOME TO UNTIL I MET YOU!! THE MINI-SEQUEL TO CAFFEINE! A bit of a shorter chapter but I didn’t want to overload with too much everything in the first chapter, ykwim? 😎 Thank you so much for your patience with this sequel, I know there were a ton of people asking for a sequel for months after I said I would 💕😭😭 As always, inbox roundup tomorrow! And don’t forget, next chapter for UIMY goes up on Feb 26th! T|H ch 1 next Friday! 🥰💕 Enjoy ch 1, have a great weekend and I love you! 💕

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“Mmh… Wonwoo…”

His hands roam all over your naked body; warmth spreading all over when he digs his blunt fingernails into the skin of your waist.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Did you miss me, sweetheart?” His voice is soft, gentle, yet teasing; barely above a whisper as your back bows off of the bed to lean into his simple touches. “I missed you, sweetheart. Missed your ‘lil cunt too.”

A choked sob falls from your lips, followed quickly by rushed, hurried cries for Wonwoo to move faster.

“Don’t you want me to take my time? We haven’t seen each other in months.” 

There’s a smirk on his lips, eyes twinkling with mischief when you reply back with a shaky whine. “Don’t you want me to slide my cock into your pretty ‘lil pussy nice ‘n slow? Let you feel every inch of me filling you up, just like it’s the first time all over again.” He stares at you dreamily; fixated on the way your body chases his hands when he drags them down to your thighs. “Or would you prefer it if I fucked you hard and fast? Your cute body squirming and trembling from how good I give it to you and my cock slamming into your tight ‘lil cunt.”

Wonwoo’s fingertips spread your folds as he licks his lips; appreciating how wet you already were for him.

“Bet your toys don’t feel as good as the real thing, huh?”

You shake your head ‘no’ furiously, “N-no, god, no! Wonwoo, p-please!” The male grins down at you, pouting mockingly at your desperate, pleading eyes. 

The wetness between your legs is unbearable and the sobs are caught in your throat when Wonwoo leans over you, lips ghosting across your own.

“Okay. Just say--”

You’re shocked awake by your alarm clock; chest heaving in deep breaths as you sit up in your crumpled sheets. “Oh, fuck...” Groaning, your clammy palms reach for the ringing device as you shut it off and sigh.

The clock reads 10:02AM; tired eyes trying to blink away the sleep that threatens to take you back to the dreamland you much preferred. Although, dreaming about Wonwoo was becoming a little bit too common these last few days.

Sighing once more, you move to get out of bed; already finding your panties soaking wet and sticking to you like a second skin when you stand.

“Ugh... Damn it.”

You press the vibrator harder onto your clit; teeth chattering with the pleasure that pours over your body.

“Oh, god, please, p-please…”

Images of Wonwoo dance behind your eyelids; sultry smirks and teasing glances bringing you closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm.

If there was anything that the last few months without Wonwoo taught you, it was that you couldn’t afford to lose him - in more ways than one. And despite his lack of calls or even text messages, you held out in hopes he still felt the same way that you did despite the distance.

You sent him pictures and videos of yourself often; teasing images half naked, toys in hand, and videos crying out his name while you came. And while he took the time to reply to those with praise and adoration, he almost never sent anything back. 

When he did, it was always short, clipped replies of how exhausted he was and how he didn’t have much time.

“Ngh, h-harder…” Your toes curl against the bedsheet; phantom feelings of his cock fucking you hard and deep making you cry out in desperation to be filled by his cock.

Your phone rings on the nightstand next to you as you cum - vibrator pressed so hard against your clit that your back bows off of the sheets while your thighs shake uncontrollably. 

And for the first time in a long time, it’s an orgasm that feels like it’s worth something.

‘Gyu: hey did wonwoo text u?

‘Gyu: he’s back next monday he said

‘Gyu: idk abt classes tho, might be out of commission for a while bc jetlag

‘Gyu: thinking abt throwing him a party on friday after he comes back...

‘Gyu: u wanna plan with us orrrrr? U got a private party or sth 🥴😏

‘Gyu: lmk

You’re nervous. Shy, even.

After you’d come down from your orgasm and checked your phone, your mind momentarily went blank from shock and the first thing you’d done was text Wonwoo to ask if he was really coming back that soon.

‘Ah, yeah, I was just about to text you. Prof said we can go home early if we wanted since we finished up classes. I’ll see you sometime next week? Jetlag and stuff.’, was all he had said and in your excited state, the only thing you had responded with was an, ‘Okay, great!’, without asking when, where, or what time.

You figured you’d give him some time to readjust instead of bombarding him as soon as he got in. But each second that you knew Wonwoo was home, you found yourself itching to just be in his presence.

You just had to be a little more patient.

Wednesday morning comes and you find yourself skipping your morning class to go to the library.

For studying, you tell yourself.

The male at the receptionist table shoots you a small smile to which you awkwardly smile back before ducking into an empty aisle. All you knew was that it seemed like Wonwoo wasn’t here.

Maybe he’s still at the frat house, you wonder.

Sighing slightly under your breath, you decide that maybe getting some work done would actually help distract you from looking for the male.

You find an empty table, setting your things down before pulling out your phone. 

In all honesty, you weren’t even sure why you were being so shy and nervous about contacting Wonwoo, especially when you so unabashedly sent him nudes every few days when he was away. 

Although, with how things had been before he left and the prospect of actually dating once he came back from his semester abroad - the butterflies in your stomach had been nonstop with the different scenarios that played out in your head. You’d even gone so far as to plan what happened if Wonwoo had decided he didn’t want to make an attempt at dating you.

“Sweetheart?”

The grip you have on your phone only tightens as you whip your head around to find Wonwoo standing behind your chair and you swear your heart stops beating the same time your breath gets caught in your throat. “H-huh?”

He smiles gently down at you and you can’t help but wonder how long you were spaced out to not notice him there. 

“Is this a dream too?” You wonder aloud - Wonwoo chuckling in response as he moves to collect your things for you.

“Have you been dreaming about me that much, sweetheart?” You stutter and stumble over your words; embarrassment eating at you every second that Wonwoo has a knowing smile plastered on his lips.

“C’mon, let’s go get something to eat since we both know you’re not really here to study.”

The version of Wonwoo that sits across the cafe table is… different.

Not bad, just different.

His arms are much tanner and definitely more muscular and the glasses missing from his face lets you appreciate his eyes even more when they’re not hidden behind the thick frames. He had even opted to wear a sleeveless shirt; something that you weren’t used to when he usually was around campus in long sleeves and sweater vests.

Although, you can’t and won’t deny the way your body reacts to this Wonwoo.

“Hey, I’m talking to you and you’re just spacing out.” Muttering, he leans over the small cafe table until his face is only inches away from yours and the smirk on his lips already lets you know that you’ve been caught staring.

“Listen, I know I’ve been gone for three months but you’re lookin’ at me like you haven’t had a fix in all that time.” Your lips press into an embarrassed firm line, avoiding his stare as he raises a brow at you.

“Wait, you didn’t fuck anyone in the three months I was gone?”

“No… did you?” Your voice is barely above a whisper; a little afraid that his answer will be ‘yes’ when he takes a second longer to respond.

“Nah,” He settles back into his seat, “I told you, didn’t I? I was willing to try the whole… dating, relationship thing with you when I got back. Although, I’m somewhat surprised one of the others didn’t try to seduce you while I was gone.”

You laugh slightly, cheeks warm as Wonwoo teases. “I wouldn’t have given them the time of day anyway.”

Your entire body burns hot, palms clammy in your lap from how giddy you were to be with Wonwoo and it made your heart do backflips knowing that he’d still been willing to try with you.

“Ah, how was it abroad anyway? You… didn’t really say much over the past few months so I feel like I don’t know how you were. Just some messages about how tired you were...” He takes a sip of his coffee; unintentionally making you internally scream when his lips form a pout while he thinks.

“Honestly? Other than the days we were excavating ‘n stuff, it was pretty boring. Really hectic though, and a lot of documenting which meant a lot of paperwork. I swear, I closed my eyes and I saw the inside of my textbooks.” He chuckles lightly, eyes focused on the cup of coffee in front of him.

“I just want to say sorry for my lack of communication. I really didn’t expect to be so busy that I couldn’t even pick up a call.” There’s a genuine apologetic look on Wonwoo’s face when he looks back at you. “And the time difference was really rough too. I didn’t want to take it out on you over the phone if I was stressed about not sleeping or the workload. I know we can get a little rough when we ‘play’ but this wasn’t that and it wouldn’t have been fair.”

Oh.

“T-that’s okay, I understand!” Your heart does somersaults in your chest, “I--thank you for thinking about me too.”

The feelings you have bubbling up inside of you make you feel like you’re falling in love for the first time, all over again. “Um… Sorry I sent so many pictures ‘n stuff.”

Wonwoo laughs, this time throwing his head back slightly before he tries to hide his wide grin. “Oh, sweetheart. Don’t apologize.” Your eyes meet his and for a split second, you see the familiar dominating look in his eyes before he leans over the small cafe table again.

“I might’ve not had all the time to entertain you those times but I thought about you alllll the time. I missed everything about you.” His voice is barely above a whisper - careful to not let anyone else in the cafe hear the topic of conversation. “Which, by the way…You piqued my interest earlier with your question. You never really answered my question about having dreams about me.”

You shift in your seat as you avert your eyes from his; eyes flitting down his toned body instead as you mentally curse yourself.

“I… kinda? I m-mean… not normally but just--just these last few days. It’s almost been every night… I wake up and--and it’s just… I’m...” You trail off; somewhat shy to say the rest of what you were going to say even though you’re almost certain Wonwoo already knows.

“Odd. Me too. I kept dreaming about you, which is, honestly, kind of why I thought to come back earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Mm, we still had 2 weeks left, technically. A bit of a spillover since my professor wanted us to explore the city once finals were over. But I just wanted to come home.” He finishes with a chuckle - a soft look in his eyes.

You pout back at him, “You didn’t come home early just for ‘lil ‘ol me, did you?” You say it jokingly, but deep down you do wonder.

“Would that be so bad?” Grinning, Wonwoo sets a couple of bills down onto the table to cover the meals you both barely have touched.

“Like I said, I missed everything about you, sweetheart.”

Wonwoo walks you back to your place afterwards; laughing and joking with you as if he hadn’t been gone for the last 3 months. 

There’s a certain playfulness about him that makes your heart bloom and part of you wonders if he’s opening up to you more now that there’d been some time apart.

“Are you gonna be working at the library again? Or is that done forever now?” “Mm.. I mean, it’d be kind of weird if I stopped, don’t you think?”

The grin of his face is telling and you have to mentally stop yourself from letting your mind wander in the middle of the sidewalk. “Y-yeah... Studying in my apartment isn’t really the same, y’know…”

Laughing, Wonwoo takes the opportunity to swing an arm around your shoulder as he tucks you under his arm. “I was actually at the library earlier to ask about my position back. I start tomorrow.” Goosebumps rise on your skin and the close proximity is enough to make you whimper.

“I’m only taking two classes this semester to give myself a bit of a break so I’ll be in the library more often to fill up the time. You can always call me if you need to know where I am. I promise I’ll respond this time, sweetheart.”

Before you know it, the two of you are already standing outside of your complex as Wonwoo takes his arm off of you.

“Will I be seeing you tomorrow?” There’s a hopeful lilt to his voice that has you nodding feverishly in return.

“I have a morning class but I’ll come by in the afternoon? I can text you to let you know, just in case.” You offer back.

Wonwoo licks his lips, tilting his head before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead.

The soft gesture momentarily throws you off as you freeze but the smoldering look in Wonwoo’s eyes when he pulls away lets you know that he’s already scheming.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

[chil2de]

so this is actually a rewrite of megumi’s piece from this post - i caught up on the manga a month ago and realised his headcanons made no sense. here’s that, plus toji, gojo and naoya.

read my disclaimer! this is a nsfw post. gojo’s piece mentions cervix kisses for abt a line and naoya is.. extremely degrading and yes, misogynistic as aforementioned. enjoy!

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megumi

- ok here we go again LMFAO

- the thing that would piss megumi off?

- probably your existence….

- ahah okay real talk, i think that he’d get extremely irritated over the fact that he realises he has feelings for you. it just pisses him off to no end, especially with your high morale, cheerful personality and all. he just doesn’t get it. who the hell are you smiling for? how can you be so happy and bubbly all the time? it doesn’t make sense to him.

“don’t do it.”

his voice is icy cool, with a certain crisp edge of calmness. he seems to be on the verge of fury, though his tone doesn’t plead much of a case to let you know his real emotions.

“don’t act like you’re better than me.”

megumi hisses into your ear, his rich and husky tone vibrates against the shell of your delicate skin. you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body.

“head held high, strutting around like a good girl.”

you only whimper and whine as megumi slides his warm and thick cock against the hood of your pussy.

“if only everyone saw you now, heard you begging and calling my name. funny, isn’t it? how people are so quick to change”

toji

- why do i feel inappropriate putting his piece next to megumi’s LMFAO

- if you came back home late with another man’s scent on you, even if you didn’t do it on purpose he’s hella stingy about it, his nose is so sensitive and he’s just like,

- what the fuck is that on you?

there’s a loud crack that rips from your spine. it’s just the tension cracking out of the joints, but it doesn’t halt the fact that you can feel toji’s heartbeat hammering against your back. his fingertips dig and scrape into your scalp, yanking back your hair until your head leans back to stare at him upside down.

his cock angles deeper inside you, slipping past your cervix and abusing your a-spot. every slam of his hips sends white fuzz clearing the corner of your vision.

“you smell like fucking shit. it’s disgusting.”

“but at this point- i’m sure you enjoy hearing that. ain’t that right?”

you attempt to hiss an exhale from your swollen parted lips, but it only sends further distaste on toji’s features.

“fucking useless. can’t even talk right.” he scoffs, throwing your head back to its original position. instead, he leans his body down to tower over you. his scarred lips ghost over your ear.

“pull a stunt like this again and you’re out on the streets.”

gojo

- u were flirting with his best friend LMFAO dig your grave pls

- satoru please stop cursing

“so? was it nice? did it make you feel seen?”

“make you feel like a high schooler again? to have a guy swooning at your feet?”

“fuck you. grow the fuck up. what the fuck? my best fr- getou? are you shitting me?”

gojo presses your figure down into the mattress. there’s no way he can gather the nerves to look at your face right now. your moans muffle into the sheets, saliva and drool drenching them clear. there’s a few ruffles of feathers from where you bit down the pillows too hard.

“unbelievable. can’t leave you alone with a guy for less than a day without you tryna hop on his dick.”

“that desperate, love? am i not good enough for you anymore?” he laughs bitterly, cock kissing the depths of your cervix.

“no, of course i’m good for you. i’m too good for you. you’re just a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

naoya

- you lol

“ah-ah. toys don’t get to sob about when they wanna cum.” naoya grabs ahold of your collar, dipping his index into the leather before yanking you forwards. you’re left sputtering and wheezing a bit when the fabric kisses your airways.

“shut the fuck up. you’re gonna lay there and take my dick like a little bitch in heat. that’s what you do best, isn’t it? being my little cocksleeve?”

he flashes you a smirk, eyes blown wide with arrogance before letting your head fall back. naoya ruthlessly flicks your oversensitive clit, sending your body in trembles.

“you’re real cute if you still think you have any worth to your name. you belong to me, (y/n).”

“my precious little doll.”