#idk why i wanna say this out loud but their pants were on

[kaiserouo]

The councilor: (wanted to stop them from whatever they're doing but also knew that stopping them would've been effectively acknowledging their behavior in front of the whole class and would rather just move on and ignore them as hard as an angel could possibly do)

[chrispotatos]

Unfollowed- chris sturniolo

warnings: smut, p in v sex, idk what

summary: you saw chris' following and he makes you help unfollow them all since it bothers you so much.

a/n: i didn't proofread cause im too tired and i know im gonna regret it when i wake up.

a/n: this was inspired by one of @mattscoquette asks I'll tey and find it when i wake up but I'm literally about to crash out.

"im not playing around with you chris, so stop fucking smiling" you say through gritted teeth, pointing in his face.

You were currently yelling at chris about his insta following. You don't normally check his following because he has your trust and you didn't need too.

His fans were constantly messaging you about it so you checked and it was random only fan girls.

"Unfollow them!" you demanded, handing him his phone back. "why? you jealous" he let out a humorless laugh; infuriating you more.

"they don't mean anything to me" he added you felt as though he was lying straight through his teeth. If they didn't mean anything why couldn't he simply unfollow them "chris it was brought to my attention and it bothers me. unfollow. them"

"all of them" i added

"i don't know about you but this is really turning me on" he snorts grabbing your wrist and putting your hand on his crotch feeling his growing erection, not taking his eyes off you once; smirking. "chris.."

you were flattered while also shocked, for the most part. what you were saying probably wasn't even being heard and if so he liked it. The yelling and you trying to stand your ground and exert dominance, it was cute the affects you had on him showed profusely.

"go lay on the bed y/n" his stern tone made your pussy throb, you were now just as turned on as him.

chris got up from his gaming chair and walked over to the bed, where you were laying propped up on your elbows.

"you wanna demand thing, how bout you do me a favor and unfollow these girls for me, while i fuck you huh?" he told you, not asking nor suggesting.

He pulled your legs off the bed and flipped you onto your stomach, your ass sticking out against him. you let out a suprised gasp from the aggressive toss.

he threw his phone infront of you on his following list. "don't touch shit till i tell you to" you nod in response.

"oh c'mon baby, you were doing all that yelling, and don't have not one thing to say?" he teased. you shake your head making a chuckle leave his lips "alright then"

chris tugged your loosley fitted jeans off and threw them onto the ground leaving you in your panties. He unzips his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers and takes his aching dick out leaking with arousal.

he pulls your panties to the side to feel your soaked cunt, his semi cold fingers coming in contact with your core made you jolt. "Y/n" he warns.

your panties were pulled down and tossed to the side with some of your other article of clothing. you helped by also removing your shirt, but you gave up when you started struggling to take your bra off.

chris tugs your hair back and puts his hand under your mouth "spit" whatever you could form in your mouth you spit into his hand.

he strokes his length, with pre cum and your spit.

chris groans when sliding into your pussy this made you sink your teeth into your bottom lip letting out a muffled whimper.

"Start unfollowing. and say the name of the girls you unfollow too"

he ruts his hips into you, a loud moan following from the sudden movement followed by a low 'fuck'

your focus was on the phone but the sensation of pleasure was a distracting and manipulating your train of thought.

"I don't hear you" he reminds. His thrusts becoming more forceful and deep.

"paige- i unfollowed paige" you squealed screwing your eyes shut and opening them again to finish what was asked of you. "Im not letting you cum until you unfollowed every girl"

That made you fill with haste and begin looking at names quicker atleast you thought you were going quicker. "sid- sidney i unfollowed her" chris makes a makeshift ponytail and uses that as leverage to fuck into you harder.

his dick abusing your insides pumping in and out of your wet pussy. Wet, lewd sounds of skin slapping echoed in the room. chris brings his hand down to your clit rubbing it vigourisly with pressure, leaving your mouth agape, whimpers and high-pitched moans exited your mouth.

"chris- i can't finish reading the names" you admit. "then i guess I'll just have to stop" he begins slowing down his pace "no!" You protest against it picking the phone back up

"thats what i thought"

"mia.. im close" you said "my names not mia" he lets out a humorous chuckle, removing his hand from your hair and hold your hips pushing in and out.

You are reaching your climax and trying so hard not to realese.

his movements were at an ungodly pace making you drop his phone and forgetting why you were holding it in the first place.

with a few seconds passing his actions were getting more sloppy signifying he was getting close to his orgasm.

there was one more girl left then you were done it's not like he followed a whole bunch of them just about 10 max.

"madeline!" you yell out the last girls name, hitting the unfollow button then finishing around him laying limp against the bed. chris feels you up with his seed, your juices mixing; as he plunges his twitching cock in and out of you riding out both your orgasms, he winced pulling out. heavy breaths leaving from both of you. chris flops down beside you on the bed.

waiting a few minutes watching, as your chest rises and falls; catching your breath. "lets get cleaned up yeah?" he suggested.

[cheolieji]

Seungcheol

warning: Smut,unprotected sex, breeding kink and idk what else im too lazy

A/N: This is in no way to say mingyu acts like this. it's just part of the fiction

not proofread

I'm lowkey bad at writing smut🫢

feel free to send requests!

check [17] (pink highlighted) to see my yes and no's

seungcheol is the type of guy to walk on the street side of the sidewalk

seungcheol is the protective boyfriend everyone wishes for

the perfect and clingy boyfriend

you wanna wear a short dress? go ahead, he can fight

a guy just looks at you the wrong way, his fist is tightened, his jaw is clenched, and his death glare... goddd if looks could kill

you love it when he's protective over you

but something happened that made you think, is he a little too protective?

now you're sitting in his living room beside him, hands rubbing against each other, nervous to say it

seungcheol, of course, notices this. "You okay hun?" "Yeah! why wouldn't i be?" weird... but he just nodded his head, turning his attention back to the show playing. the sound of tv playing in the background mixing with your thoughts, should you really ask him about something so little that could turn into a heated argument?

"Hey-" "babe-" "Yeah? you say it first"

"no its just uhm. i" his eyebrows raised in confusion. What are you trying to tell him?

"Okay. will you promise not to get mad?" "Of course baby, why would i get mad at you?

"You know how we went to the kims gathering?" he just nods "yeah and how mingyu kept looking at me and stuff?" "Where are we going with this" his eyebrows still raised

"Nothing like that. It's just the way you were glaring at him. felt a little.... i don't know.. rudee? I'm sure he didn't mean it like that. " "Ah, that? i know him, babe he doesn't have good intentions. when he looks at someone like that, it means he wants something out of them." he pauses for a second, "and plus, you're mine..."

you blushed in your seat

"okay good i guess... i thought you were being a little too protective"

"Hey. It's good to be protective over what's mine!" he giggles while hugging you and placing you on his lap. and you're straddling him now. Suddenly, the air shifts

noticing this, seungcheol pulls you in closer before pressing a kiss on your lips. It starts to turn into a makeout session with you grinding on him while heavy breathing leave your mouths

"Can i?" As he's looking down at your pants, you nodded. he takes your pants along with his off. "No panties? want me to fuck you that bad? huh?" You nod again, eyebrows furrowed. "Say it, baby, i wanna hear you" "yes please cheol just fuck me, please"

he teases your opening with his dick before slowly entering your already wet cunt. shit did he get bigger?

"You feel so good, baby, just for me." Now he's fully inside you. He waited a bit for you to get used to his size

he's balls deep inside you, and you're a moaning mess, but he's looking at you like you're the prettiest thing in the world

he's hitting all the right spot "ah- cheol please" your gummy walls wrapped around his thick cock feels like heaven, for the both of you

he's leaving hickeys all over your neck as you're riding him like there's no tomorrow

bouncing on his dick as you're moaning his name loudly. it's like music to his ears

you feel the familiar pit in your stomach "fuck cheol im gonna cum" he lets out a loud grunt before cumming inside you "fuck ill fill you with my babies"

" gonna make you forget about that fucker" he continues thrusting inside you until you reached your high before softly kissing you

you let out a loud moan before falling on his shoulder. "You know, if you wanna put babies inside me, we should probably do more." "you wanna move it to the bedroom?" he carries you to the bedroom for a night of pleasure

[itsnevercasual]

Infinity

pairing: college au!harry x reader

summary: The guy next door likes to blast music. You maybe-sorta-kinda really like him.

warnings: cussing, not edited, im not in college idk how it works…

—

You didn’t want to be annoying. Truly, you didn’t. But you and your roommate, Daisy, were asleep.

Or…

Trying to be.

It was difficult with the blasting music next door.

And honestly, you had tried to avoid it. Had let them play their loud music for months now. Sent Daisy over to tell them to shut up so you didn’t have to (because despite her name, she was terrifying when she got mad).

But.. really?

It had to be, like… three in the morning. They’d been blasting it since nine pm, and you hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep.

So, clad in your bunny slippers, pajama pants you stole from someone (don’t ask who, you don’t remember) and a Fleetwood Mac shirt four sizes too big (because that was all they had at the thrift store), hair pulled back into a very messy braid, and glasses you rarely wore because you liked yourself better with contacts (mainly because you were so blind your glasses made your eyes look bigger), you stomped on over.

You pounded on the door (not really.. your knock barely made a sound), and miraculously, they heard you and opened the door.

A boy opened it.

No. Not a boy.

A cute boy. A very, very cute boy.

You blinked in surprise. You had expected girls… were boys even allowed on the same floor as girls?

“Ehm.. can I help you?” he asked after you were silent for a little too long.

“Oh. Right. Uh.. would you mind turning the music off? I have a final tomorrow, and.. I’m next door, so.. I can kinda hear it. On full blast. Um.. you don’t have to turn it off.. just.. down..”

He sighed, turning into the dorm to shout, “I told you to turn it down, Lou!” he turns back to you. “Yeah. Sorry. My mate’s practically deaf, I’m pretty sure. Doesn’t realize how loud he is… you say you’re next door?”

You nod.

“You got the alarmingly scary roommate named after a flower?”

Another nod. Why was he making small talk? You wanted to sleep.

“Ah. Glad y’didn’t send her over.”

He eyes you up and down, giving that sentence another meaning you didn’t really like.

"Right. Well.. just.. turn it down, please," you give an awkward smile and nod.

When you turn to walk away, he stops you, "’ey-- little rude to not give me y'name, isn't it?"

"Oh. Uh.. I’m Y/N."

He grins, "Well, hello, Y/N. I’m Harry."

You nod, pursing your lips as you pull on a strand of your hair.

There’s a beat of silence, and you contemplate just throwing yourself off a bridge, honestly.

"I'll see you around, Y/N."

With that, you scurry off to your room. Despite being uncomfortable in the moment, it wasn't because of him. You just were horrid at talking to boys.

-

A few weeks passed, and you accepted the fact that maybe you wouldn't see your neighbor as much as you hoped you would.

And really, you weren’t surprised. You’d never seen him before, why would that change? It made perfect sense that he remained as elusive as he had apparently always been.

Well, that is, until you were dragged to a party you really didn’t wanna go to in clothes you really weren’t all that comfortable wearing at your house— let alone at some douchey frat party.

The first hour was fine because it was early, so only a handful of people were drunk.

The second hour was less enjoyable, the longer the party went on, the more people drank.

In the third hour, your friends shoved a drink in your hand, and once you finished it, they sucked you into taking far too many shots.

The fourth hour was when you started to get antsy. You were pushing over the edge of just being a little too tipsy, and it was hot and sticky and crowded and had it always been so hard to breathe?

You shoved your way out of the crowd and onto the empty (or so you thought) patio, and exhaled. It was less of a patio and more of a balcony, since it was the second floor— but it was huge. 20 people could comfortably stand on it and not be crowded.

Your heels clack on the concrete as you walk to the edge of the patio, leaning on the railing as you take deep breaths.

“That bad in there?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the familiar british voice. You spin around with wide eyes and a hand over your heart, “Jesus Christ! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry!” he raises his hands in defense. “I thought you saw me!”

“Clearly not!” you pause and take a deep breath, “Sorry— I’m kinda drunk and I hate being drunk. I’m paranoid enough when I’m sober, so when I can’t even walk straight I’m extra jumpy and anxious. And I honestly didn’t even wanna come out tonight, my friends just dragged me along and put me in some ‘going out clothes’ that I don’t think I even have the confidence to wear alone in my dorm! And—“

You pause at his grinning face.

“I’m rambling, aren’t I? Sorry, I get nervous when I’m drunk. Did I already say that? I think I did. Anyway, I talk a lot when i’m nervous, and I don’t really know how to talk to guys in the first place. If I get too annoying just tell me to shut up and I will. I don’t even realize I’m doing it half the— I’m still going. Sorry.”

“No harm done. I quite like your nervous rambling.”

Your cheeks heat up.

“So what made you run for the hills to come out here?” he asks, standing up from the chair he was sitting on.

“I’m not really a party girl.”

“Yeah, I could’ve guessed that.”

You frown, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Not in a bad way!” he rushes out. “But you just.. are a jumpy person, like you said. Like a bunny. I’d be surprised if you went to parties every weekend on your own free will.”

And really— you have to laugh, because he’s right. “Yeah. I’m definitely not a party girl. And I am not the girl who wears this stuff. Not that it’s bad! But.. I’m just not.. comfortable in this,” you shrug, pulling at the short skirt.

The outfit your friends had picked out consisted of a white, very mini mini-skirt, a white cropped tank top, and some black heels. If the skirt was just a little longer, perhaps a little looser, you’d be fine. If you could at least cover up your belly button— you’d always hated it for no real reason except for the fact that, as embarrassing as it sounds, belly buttons freaked you out.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you look great,” he smiles.

You probably look like a tomato’s long lost sibling by now.

“Thank you.”

“But.. I also think you look great in pyjamas and bunny slippers and glasses and that little pout telling me my music’s too loud.”

“Hey!” You cross your arms.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughs as you try to smack his arm. “So, if you don’t like parties, why’re you here?”

“My friends wanted to go out,” you shrug. “I was done the second we got here.”

He pauses, as if mulling over a thought in his brain and you desperately want to know what, before he speaks, “D’you wanna go home, then?”

You blink at him, “What? I— I mean, yeah. I do, but I’m kinda drunk and all my friends are plastered—“

“I’ll drive you,” he cuts you off before you talk yourself up a wall. “Live next door t’ya anyway.”

“Really? I— are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “Wouldn’t have offered if I was. Let’s get y’out of here.”

-

The trip to the car took far longer than necessary, mainly because you ran into your friends doing shots and got sucked into one more round, which turned into ten more rounds.

By the time you were done, Harry was half carrying you out. He’d long since looped your arm around his shoulders, and his own arm around your waist as you stumbled towards the car.

“Alright,” he sighed once the two of you finally reached the car. “In you get, love.”

You can’t even stop yourself from grinning ridiculously as he helps you get in the passenger seat and buckle.

He shuts your door and slides into the driver’s seat. You stare at him. He smiles, but doesn’t call you out.

He turns on the radio, and you gasp. “I love this song!”

“Do you, now?” he laughs, and it’s almost teasing. Or, perhaps, it is, and your brain is too fogged up to comprehend that.

“Yes!” you exclaim, turning up the volume as Cruel Summer blasts through his car.

“I’m drunk in the back of the car! And I cried like a baby comin’ home from the bar! Oh, oh!” you sing, extremely off key.

“Quite the singer,” he comments.

“Said I’m fine, but it wasn’t true! I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you! And I snuck in through the garden gate—“

-

“You’re pretty,” you comment as Harry helps you up the stairs.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. You have nice eyes. And hair. Your hair’s really soft.”

“Don’t think you’ve ever touched my hair, so I’m not sure how you came to that conclusion, babe.”

You grin. Babe. “It looks soft. Duh.”

“Oh, of course. Duh.”

You think he’s teasing you, but you don’t care to tease back or get offended.

“Alright. Where’re your keys?”

“My keys! They’re… with Daisy.”

“No spares?”

“No,” you pout. “Do I have to sleep in the hallway?”

“No, ‘course not,” he shakes his head, pausing. “Ehm.. new plan. Gonna set you up in my bed, yeah? That okay?”

You nod with a hum.

He moves you one door over and fumbles with the key before finally pushing the door open.

“Bed’s right here, love. In you get, c’mon.”

He helps you sit down on the bed, and you rest your head against the wall.

“Hey, hey— don’t sleep yet.”

“Why?” you whine.

“Gotta get you comfy,” he explains, tugging your shoes off. He quickly goes to the dresser before pulling out pants and a shirt.

“You need help changing?”

You frown and nod.

“Alright. I won’t look, love. Promise.”

True to his word, Harry turns you around so your back is to him as he helps you get out of the tank top. He quickly slips the t-shirt over it.

He lays you down on the bed and slaps a hand over his eyes as he pulls your skirt down and helps you into the pants.

“Alright.. better, yeah?”

You nod, lying on the pillow. He helps you under the covers that smell like him and gives you an extra blanket.

“M’kay. Gonna sleep on the top bunk, yeah? Just say my name if y’need me.”

“Thank you,” you mumble.

“‘Course.”

He moves to walk away, but— “Wait, Harry—“

He turns back to you, “What’s wrong?”

You lift a hand up and run it through his hair. “I was right. It’s soft.”

He laughs.

“Go to bed, babe.”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

He knew you’d probably be embarrassed in the morning, but he wouldn’t tell you that he enjoyed how touchy you got when drunk.

You didn’t plan on telling him that you’d slightly sobered up on the drive home and just played the drunk bit up as an excuse.

And your keys were in your purse.

-

a/n: YAYYYY COLLEGE AU HARRY!!!

[chrollosbm]

Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)

art cr: glowx_21 on x

hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.

domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo

female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so

warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo

i'm on ao3, pls support me there too!

wc: 1500+

“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.��� 

The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.

You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.

If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.

You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.

Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no? 

You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place. 

“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.

“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response. 

Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.

Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.

He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock. 

As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good. 

His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed. 

“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.

His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.

Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.

His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?

She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.

Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself. 

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[zombieunicorngamerzu]

(Nat Scatorccio x fem reader on period)

[Warnings - Oral while on period to help with cramps, whiney Nat begging to eat you out, mentions of cannibalism and Nat liking the taste of blood]

“Come on babe, lemme help….” Nat whined at you, she’d been at it all day, tending to you on your period with chocolate, a hot compress on your tummy, cuddles, kisses, but now what she wanted to do was help you with your cramps… in a more sensual manner.

“No, Nat, that’s disgusting.” You shook your head again, you couldn’t believe your girlfriend wanted to eat you out while you were on your period. “Come on, I’ve eaten worse.” She countered which made you freeze, it had been weeks since you all ate Javi and hearing her say that so nonchalantly was… disturbing. “Natalie.” You just stared at her, she quickly realized what she said and stuttered out as she stepped forward,

“Look, you know what I mean, and just- in biology class they said that orgasms help with period cramps, something about relaxing your like uterine wall or something.” She rasped out with a innocent shrug, the thing was, Natalie really wasn’t bothered by the taste of blood for some reason, but after eating Javi…. She kinda just started craving it. She felt disgusting and horrible for it but she’s just had this fantasy of eating you out on your period, plus she was hungry. She knows it’s weird and like utterly disgusting to think it but… she was thinking, (hey, it’s kinda a meal, blood has iron and protein, right? Calories?) she shrugged at the thought before approaching you again to beg again.

“Please baby, I wanna help you, just please… let me.” She pleaded again with those begging eyes she would give you, jutting her lip out just right making you cave with a sigh, “God- fuck Natalie, fine.” You sighed out before laying down, you didn’t understand why she would do this but if it would help with your cramps, fine. Plus, she looked so happy and excited when you said yes, dropping to her knees almost immediately to tug off your pants.

“You won’t regret it baby, I promise, now just relax, let me take care of you.” She spoke with such a loving tone before spreading your legs, her eyes locked on the mess between your thighs, licking her lips and swallowing unconsciously before kissing your knee and down your inner thigh before finally meeting where she wanted, hesitating before she just pushed her face in between your thighs completely, her tongue slipping through your folds with a loud groan like moan coming from her.

You’d never heard her moan like that before, and god, you’d never had her eat you out so eagerly before either. Nat ate you out like she was starved, loud sucks and messy wet noises sounding out as she flicked her tongue and sucked at your folds, her lips grazing your clit to make you shiver and tremble as she rubbed your thighs, “Fuck baby, god… you taste so fucking good…” she panted out, making you whine out, for some reason her words embarrassed you and turned you on more, moaning out as you pushed your hand down to grip her hair, moaning for her through quick gasps, “N-Nat, I’m gonna cum!” She just smirked against your clit, sucking on it harder to make your eyes roll back before mumbling out, “Come on baby, cum for me!”

And at those words your body keened up, back arching and body tensing as you cried out, getting thrown into a burning orgasm because Nat wouldn’t let up, crying out as you came, tugging on Nat’s hair so hard she whimpered, helping you through your orgasm before finally pulling away once you went limp. Your eyes widened at the sight of her, face covered in your blood which made you blush red with a whine, “Nat, ew.” She just smirked and wiped at her face timidly, “What? I can’t help it, I’m starving.”

(This was a little weird, but I just saw the gif and got the idea to write this. I know it’s gross, but Mabye it’s a turn on for some people, idk. Don’t come after me. Lol)

[dantefreakdaaaa]

Omg I suck at requesting stuff because I have like 0 ideas but I saw someone's hcs a while ago that said Johnny likes to be dominated so if you could uhh 👀 MK1 Johnny and gn reader plzz it could be anything, idk make him beg and cry or something 😈

Johnny Cage x Reader

Nsfw

Romantic

gn reader

A/n: NO PLOT WE GET STRAIGHT INTO IT!!! Also there's bondage and overstimulation involved!!

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"fuck- please just let me cum already! Please, please, please!" His face was flushed, sweat pouring off of him as you stroked his cock again. He squirmed around, bucking his hips up as he watched you thumb his tip.

"You're so pathetic, Johnny. I thought you were supposed to be big and strong. Now look at you, tied up and whimpering."

The way you degraded him shouldn't have turned him on as much as it did. He let out a loud whine as he felt his orgasm nearing. Normally he would've shot back some mean retort but he knew that you would've denied his orgasm for even longer.

"Gonna- gonna cum- let me cum-! Let me cum pleaseeeee!!" Tears streamed from his eyes, It almost hurt from how badly he needed to cum. All he could think about was how you were stroking him, how he needed you to get him off.

"You really wanna cum that bad? I'm not sure if I should let you johnny, tell me why and I might just let you..." You slowed your pace and looked down at him, watching him angrily pull at the ropes that held his arms up. He looked up at you, his lips puffy and red from him biting them so much

"Because I need it!! I need it so bad!" He panted and whimpered, letting out cries as you picked up the pace.

"you like it when I stroke you like this Johnny? You like it when I make you my bitch?"

"yesyesyes- I fucking love it-! Need you so bad- need to cum so bad-!" He couldn't think, his mouth hanging open as he drooled. He could feel his orgasm approaching for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

"gonna- gonna cum- ngh-!"

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his back arching as he came. His cum covered your hand, some of it dripping onto his silk bed sheets.

"good boy, you did good, so good." You patted his messed up hair, kissing his face gently. "Gonna clean you up now, mk?" All he did was nod his head, too dizzy and lightheaded to fully understand.

You untied the ropes from his arms, gently rubbing the red burns that they left on him. He layed limp against the bed, still panting heavily.

"You alright johnny?"

"yeah just um-" He was breathless, he had never felt so needy before. It was an experience for him to say the least.

"What's up?" You noticed he seemed lost in thought, he looked spacey.

"You think we could do that again some time?"

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(wanted to write this because I had two people who requested it but I have started working on other requests too!)

[sensitivepluto]

The First Time

Touya Todoroki x Gn!Reader // suggestive drabble

[TW]: suggestive content (not quite nsfw but still), alcohol/drunk behavior, use of pet names

A/N: This is just a drabble, I got a taste of writing for Touya and now I can't stop ahahaaaaaaa - but idk if I wanna write smut yet sooooo it's cut short a bit abruptly.

The first time you met up with him, it was a mistake. A drunken, halfhearted mistake. A few too many drinks had your vision skewed, and before you know it you were locking eyes with the stranger across the room.

If it were any other day you would've been scared of this man. Piercing blue eyes, a lazy scowl plastered on his face, and scars littering his entire body. No...his entire body was made of scars.

But a little bit of tequila had your judgement thrown completely out the window, and your confidence at an all time high. You don't completely remember getting out of your seat, or walking over to the scarred man. Vaguely you remember being a little thrown off at how tall this man was compared to you. And you remember the amused smirk on his lips when you approached.

"Hey there." You hummed seductively. "What's got you here tonight?" He chuckled at you lowly.

"The alcohol mostly," he drawled, holding his glass in the air and inspecting the dark contents before locking his eyes back to yours. "What about you, sweetheart?"

"My (partner) cheated on me." You scoffed out. A little to much information to be giving to a complete stranger, but you were too drunk to care. "So I'm drowning the feelings out here."

"What a shame for him then." The man hummed disapprovingly, eyeing your body down from head to toe. A halfhearted giggle left your lips, and you swayed a bit uneasily.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he's losing out on quite the person as it seems..." He complimented lazily. "What's your name, doll?"

"What's yours?" You asked back defiantly. A smirk danced on his lips.

"I asked you first." You could cut the tension between the two of you with a knife. What started as drunken banter now had the two of you close enough to see the details of his dangerous blue eyes.

"(Y/N)." You answered, earning you a smile from his scarred lips. He leaned in to your ear and spoke only loud enough for you to here, his name causing shivers to crawl up your spine.

His hand grazed your hip lightly, and your breath hitched. He had you where he wanted you, both you and him knew that. Before you knew it he was leading you outside and into the alleyway behind the. His form pressed against yours and his lips leaving marks on your tender neck.

"Didn't your mother teach you to stay away from dangerous men?" He teased, peppering kisses along your jaw. You panted and tangled your fingers in his inky black hair.

"My mother doesn't control me anymore." You gasped when his sunk his teeth into your neck once more, eliciting a chuckle from the man. It was clear he found you amusing - just plaything for the night. You didn't care. Not when your mind was so out of place.

None of it mattered to you. It was a one night thing...just for one night...right?

Masterlist

[comet-forgot-you]

how about just fucking the shit out of river? like completely slutting her out typa thing. idk, i think ab it constantly.

insufferable

river x reader

summary: river’s insufferable.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, strap use, strap warming, overstimulation, i think thats all

a/n: guys im back. ik i posted yesterday but like, now im back and im not struggling to keep my eyes open while writing this. do not repost for any reason.

river was annoying. her nonstop whining and complaining while you worked made your head hurt and if it weren’t for the deadline that was fast approaching, you would’ve done something about it. she’d come into your office and complain about how much time you were spending in your office working and begging you to spend it with her instead.

today was no different, with the deadline being tomorrow, and you being so close to finishing, your stress was multiplied. river was no help, sitting in the chair on the other side of your desk and talking non stop. you couldn’t keep your attention on the work in front of you, every train of thought being interrupted.

your head drops in your hand, jaw clenching as she continues talking. “river,” you let a deep breath out.

“hmm?”

you sit back in your chair, spreading your legs ever so slightly. “come here.”

she raises a brow, “why?” you say nothing, waiting for her to come stand in front of you.

“are you mad? i can just, you know, leave you alone so you can finish.” she rounds the desk to stand in between it and you. you scoot your chair closer to her, hands holding onto her hips. she looks down at you, dark eyes watching every movement you make.

“m’ not mad, riv,” you say, hands tugging at her waistband, pulling the elastic back and letting it snap against her skin. “you don’t need to leave, i know you just want attention,” her eyebrows furrow.

“i don’t- what? i don’t need attention, i’m not a pet.” she crosses her arms.

“mhm,” you hum. your hands leave her waist and pull your sweats down just enough for your strap to spring out. “you don’t need attention? guess i can take it off then,” you mumble. you go to take it off but rivers hands stop you, eyes meeting yours.

“i lied. i do need your attention, please? need you.. need it so bad,” her words are rushed and you lean back in your chair.

“c’mon then.” river’s quick to remove her pants, throwing them onto the chair she had abandoned. she goes to straddle you, but you shake your head, hand pressing against her lower stomach to stop her movements. “no, you’re gonna keep it nice and warm until i’m finished working, got it? one sound from you and you won’t cum, understand?” she nods and you smile. “good.” you turn her around, pulling her to sink onto your strap.

her hand covers her mouth in an attempt to prevent the noises that threaten to escape. the second the silicone bottoms out completely, you scoot your chair back to your desk. river fixes herself to be out of your line of sight, her hips rolling against the strap every so slightly. if you weren’t so focused on finishing your work, you would’ve reprimanded her for it.

you finish much faster than you had planned with the newfound silence of your office. river’s juices dripped from her stuffed cunt onto your skin. you kiss her shoulder, closing the laptop that had taken up almost all of your time and pushing it to the side.

“did so good, riv,” you mumble against her shoulder. she’s quiet, eyes wide and full of need as she looks at you. her hips had yet to stop rolling against you. you stand up abruptly, river’s chest meets the wood of your desk.

you push her down, hand between her shoulder blades. you lean over her body, the strap sinking deeper into her cunt at the new position. she bites her bottom lip. “its okay riv, wanna hear you now,” you mumble in her ear. a loud moan falls from her lips as you thrust into her at a quick pace.

“fuckfuckfuck.” it falls from her lips like a prayer. your lips attach to her neck, sucking marks into the skin. needy whines fall from her lips as you fuck into her, her movements limited with the position you pinned her in.

“should’ve done this forever ago, hmm? would’ve finished working days ago.” skin slaps against skin with every thrust. river stands on the tips of her toes in an attempt to bring herself more pleasure. moans echo off of the walls.

you pull yourself off of her, speeding your thrusts up. river’s thighs shake, struggling to keep her position. each thrust gets harder to complete as she nears her orgasm.

“gonna cum all over my strap, hmm?” river nods frantically, hair stuck to her face. “go on, then.” river’s orgasm pulses through her, her calves giving out as she falls limp against the wooden desk. you pull out, flipping her to rest her back on the wood. “one more, yeah?” you sink back inside of her, pushing her thighs apart for better access.

she whines when your thumb grazes her clit. “i can’t, so, shit, too much.” you chuckle, shaking your head.

“nono, you were so needy for attention, you can take it, right, baby?” your rub gentle circles on her clit, thrusts much slower than your previous pace. she whines at your continuation, doing nothing to stop your actions, instead, she spreads her thighs apart, arching her back off of the desk.

“i cant take it,” she mumbles out, heavy breaths falling from her lips. you smile, pushing her shirt up to expose her chest.

“i knew you could.” you roll her nipple between your fingers and river lets out a loud moan, hips bucking into the strap. you speed your thrusts up, hips burning at the movement.

skin slapping against skin, the squelch of river’s cunt taking your strap, river’s moans, it all echoed off of the walls, sending heat to your core.

“pleaseplease,” her words are slurred, tears prickling at her eyes. “just..” shes cut off by her own moan. “please, baby.” shes too fucked out to form coherent sentences, mutter pleas like her life depended on it.

her orgasm pulses through her for the second time, moans sounding like music to your ears. you rub her skin gently, attempting to help her regulate her breathing.

“good job, riv.” your voice is quiet, her breathing slowing with every exhale. you slide the strap out of her slowly, eliciting a whimper from the girl. you place a kiss on her lips. “lets go take a shower, yeah?” she nods as you pull away from her, offering her a hand to get up.

you collect the clothes river had thrown carelessly, standing next to the chair. river’s legs shake with every step, a small limo making an appearance. you try your best to contain the laugh that threatens to escape your throat. you meet her where she walked, wrapping your arm around her waist. “how about a bath instead,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

[icumpinkglitterxo]

Needy

a/n: im pretty sure this kind of cockwarming like sleeping with someones dick inside u is dangerous and u can get like a yeast infection or something?? so like dont try it xx also this is my first fic and im really just diving in head first w smut and its cringe. enjoy ★

warnings: smut, cockwarming, semi-public, p in v, squirting, hickeys, i dont think theres anything else its sex idk

You woke up from your nap in Slash's bunk in the tour bus. You sit up groggily, then see Slash sitting next to you. He smiles when he sees that you're awake. "Have a nice nap?" You smile and nod, "yeah, although i do miss my own bed," you reply with a slight frown.

Slash leans closer and whispers in your ear, "You know what I'm in the mood for?" You look up at him, "Slash, no! Don't you remember how pissed Axl got last time?" Slash whines, "please? We've been on tour for two months and we haven't had any time together. I'm starting to lose my mind!" You sigh, "I know, but I don't wanna get into trouble again... Axl was really pissed off last time, and it wasn't even because of the noise! We made a huge mess!" Slash frowns and whines.

You knew how needy Slash already was, but when he went a long time without fucking you or getting off, he only got needier.

He sat pouting for a while, then a wide smile spread across his face, "I've got an idea..." You look over at him with a worried look, "oh no..." He moves around the bunk, then starts to take off his pants.

Your eyes widen, "Slash, what the hell are you doing!?" You asked, whisper yelling because you knew the others were asleep. He kicks his pants off and pumps his already hard cock a few times, then looks up at you, "sit on it?" You stare at him as though he were crazy, "are you insane?" Slash frowns, "you don't even have to do anything! Just sit on it and then we can go to sleep! Please?" He was practically begging at this stage.

You sigh, knowing there would be no changing his mind, and besides, you kind of liked the idea too. Even though you weren't as needy as him, you still hadn't been touched in a long time, and this was better than nothing.

"Fine," you say, with a hint of annoyance.

His eyes light up as he watches you pull your shorts off, then your panties. You grab onto his shoulders and lower yourself onto his cock. He grabs your waist, guiding you down. You let out a slightly loud moan, but Slash presses a hand over your mouth, "Baby, you need to be quiet." You gaze up at him and nod.

He takes his hand away when you're fully seated, then he shifts the two of you so that you can both sleep. You look up at him and feel a wave of excitement wash over you as you realise that you're going to sleep with Slash buried deep inside you.

You start giggling. Slash raises an eyebrow, "what's so funny?" You keep giggling, "this." Slash looks down at you, "how is this funny?" He asks, confused. "Because we're not supposed to be doing it." He sighs but smiles, "we aren't making any noise, and we won't make any messes, so we're not doing anything wrong."

Eventually, your giggles start to die down, and Slash falls asleep first with his arm draped over your waist. You stare at his face for a while, admiring how peaceful he looks when he sleeps. Then you hear footsteps, and you panic, pulling the blanket up over the bottom half of both of you.

Axl pulls the curtain of your bunk open and looks down at the two of you. He could tell Slash wasn't wearing pants, and you weren't wearing a top or bra, so he had his suspicions. "What are you two doing?" You look over your shoulder at him, acting innocent, "we're going to sleep? What are you doing?" He glares at you, still not convinced, "why is Slash naked? And why don't you have a top on?"

You roll your eyes at his ridiculous questions, even though he had every right to be suspicious. "I'm too warm, and Slash usually sleeps naked. Is that really shocking?"

Axl glares at both of you for a second, "I guess not, but you better not be doing anything like last time. I like spending my money on stuff for the band, not on trying to get your mess out of the carpet." You roll your eyes again and wave him away, "yeah, yeah, we get it. Now go away!"

Axl sighs and pulls the curtain closed again, then goes to his own bunk. You look back at Slash, who was still asleep. You nuzzle your head into his neck and slowly start to fall asleep.

When the tour was finally finished, the band was on their way back to L.A. Slash was the most excited. The entire journey back, all he could think about was getting off, whether it was with or without you.

When the two of you finally got back home, he practically shoved you inside the house and into the kitchen, not even bothering to lock the door. He lifts you onto the island in the kitchen and starts kissing your jaw and down your neck, "fuck, I've missed you so much..."

You giggle, "I was with you through the whole tour?" He pulls your top and bra off and grabs your chest, "and I didn't get to see these once, or your pretty little pussy." You turn red and laugh nervously, "they're not that great..."

Slash looks up at you, "are you fucking kidding me?" He says, sounding slightly offended. You frown, "what?"

Slash doesn't reply. Instead, he starts unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down, followed by your panties. You lift your hips slightly to help him. He takes his own leather pants off, pumping his hard cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

He pushes into you in one swift motion. You gasp and grab onto his shoulders, "fuck!"

He smirks and starts to slowly thrust into you. He leans forward and starts kissing your neck. You wrap your arms around him, soft whines and moans leaving your lips. He starts to increase the pace, thrusting faster. Your moans start getting louder and needier.

"Fuck! Slash! Please...don't stop, don't stop," you cry out. He reaches down and starts circling your clit with his thumb, "oh baby, I'm not stopping any time soon." You moan louder at the increased pleasure on your clit. Slash leans down and starts sucking on your neck and collarbone, leaving dark purpleish hickeys all over your skin.

The kitchen fills with the sound of your loud moans and Slash's grunts and low moans. You arch your back, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Slash could tell you were close, feeling your walls tighten around him.

"Fuck! I-I'm gonna cum! Please! Don't stop!" Slash smirks, "cum for me, baby" he says, gripping onto your hips to hold you in place.

You moan loudly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt all over his dick. It doesn't take long for him to finish inside you. He pulls out and looks down at you, "you okay, Princess?" You look up at him with lidded eyes and nod lazily. He chuckles softly and picks you up, and carries you to the bathroom.

You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling exhausted and barely able to register being set down on the counter or the cold washcloth between your legs.

Once he's satisfied you're clean, he picks you back up and carries you into your shared bedroom. He sets you down on the bed and goes over to your shared dresser and grabs a clean pair of panties for you, knowing you feel more comfortable wearing them when you go to sleep. He slips them on you, then sits down beside you.

"Are you okay? Do you want any food or water before you go to sleep?" You smile and shake your head. He smiles and kisses your forhead, then pulls you close, "get some rest, darling."

[thetickleeraven]

Lie Detector Antics

Sanders Sides

Summary: Inspired by this episode of game changer. Virgil, Roman, and Janus are on the lie detector episode of game changer. the final question is the most intimate. [THIS IS A TICKLE FIC]

go ahead and watch the linked episode. not just cause its good to know for the fic but its also just a fun time. you dont have to but itd probs be good idk

man its been a while since ive written sanders sides. i just had a very specific idea and the only non-rpf characters i like that could fit it was sanders sides.

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Virgil sighed as the round was coming to a close.

He didn't know why he agreed to go on this game show with Roman and Janus but here he was. It was pretty anxiety inducing to go on a gameshow where the game changes every episode so he had no way to prepare for it.

Lucky him, they were all on the lie detector episode. The best part was watching Janus get marked as lying pretty much every round and losing points. Thankfully so far the questions hadn't been too invasive. Some mildly embarrassing stuff like 'do you cry at movies' which had been a reluctant 'yes' from him, a confident 'of course' from Roman and a vehement 'no' from Janus which immediately got clocked as a lie.

The worst part was when they were all told to say something wholesome about themselves, which meant Virgil admitted that he checks on his roommates at night to make sure they're safe and sleeping well. The resounding 'aw' from the crew and his contestants had him blushing the slightest bit.

"Final question of the round!" The host announced. Roman sighed in relief but Janus and Virgil eyed each other, knowing this last question would clearly be the most intimate.

"Virgil. Are you ticklish? Bonus points if you can tell me where." The host eyed them with a smug smile.

Virgil suppressed the urge to curse out the writer of that one and instead mustered his most convincing poker face with a firm 'Nope.'

"Hm. Machine?" The host turned to the machine which lit up red with a loud buzzer sound. he studio broke out into snickers. "Machine says it's a lie."

"This is bullshit. Lie detectors don't exist. Whoever's controlling this is just trying to embarrass us." Virgil growled, glaring at the damn thing that was probably just cardboard and a lightbulb.

"Ooh, someone's getting defensive." The host chuckled.

"I'm not getting defensive. I'm just stating facts." Virgil crossed his arms with a grimace. Little did he know that Roman had abandoned his post and was sneaking up behind him. Maybe if he had been more perceptive he would've noticed the host's giddy grin and eager eyes or the anticipatory smiles of the crew behind the cameras.

Roman latched his hands on Virgil's sides and quickly started squeezing and scribbling.

Virgil gasped and burst into helpless giggles as he desperately pushed on the offending hands.

"Oh, sorry, what was that about not being ticklish?" Roman grinned with victory and satisfaction at the blushing giggly man coming undone at his touch. His heart fluttered at the high-pitched hysterical giggles flooding out of his mouth.

"Ooooh, called out on your lie by your fellow contestant!" The host announced. The studio was awash in amused chuckling, even from Janus.

"Okayokayokayokahahahay! Ihi'm tihihicklish now gehet off!" Roman stepped back and put his hands up in the air with a smirk.

Virgil panted a bit, trying to catch his breath, as he rubbed his hands at his sides which were still tingling after the attack. He rolled his eyes at the machine lighting up green, indicating that yes, he was ticklish. As if it needed to be confirmed.

"Do you wanna admit where for bonus points? The host grinned.

"Gee, where do you think?" Virgil's voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Maybe right here?" Roman asked and quickly skittered his fingers along Virgil's side, causing the younger man to burst into giggles yet again, but this time he stumbled to the side away from the tickling.

"Yeah, fine, okay, my sides. I better be earning those damn points."

The host snickered. "You earned them."

His podium dinged with an update to his score.

"Roman. Your question: Are you ticklish? Bonus points for tickle spots."

"Indeed I am. My underarms are horrifically sensitive."

Virgil rolled his eyes at Roman's lack of shame and the audible ping letting them all know the points he gained. Then he got a small smirk. He quietly stepped closer to Roman and shot his hands towards the unprotected tickle spot.

As soon as he made contact, Roman spun around and grabbed his wrists. "Oh no you don't." Virgil's eyes widened as Roman yanked his arms close with one hand and used his other to scribble across his sides and belly.

"NAHA! Rohohohoman yohohou DIHIHICK! Stahahahappit!" Virgil managed to squeak out some comprehensible words between fits of laughter.

"Oh! Attack was dodged and counterattack made. Poor Virgil, he's just not having a good day." The host narrated as if at a sports match.

The studio again was full of amused snickering at Virgil's expense.

Roman quickly relented and released Virgil's arms. Virgil immediately clutched his stomach as he tried to smother the last of his giggle fit. When he glanced at the crew behind the camera all smiling at him he felt his face flush.

"Janus. Your question: Are you ticklish?"

"Not at all."

The machine, predictably, lit up as a lie.

"Hm. Machine says you're lying."

"Roman I see you scheming in the corner of my eye if you try anything I'll replace your shampoo with black dye."

Roman raised his hands in mock surrender. "Not worth it."

"That's no points for Janus. That ends the final round!"

Virgil sighed. He had made it through the game but it took him being tickled on a show that would be on a streaming service. Not the best trade, but too late now.

At the very least he knew Janus was in a similar boat. And wouldn't that be fun to exploit later?

[eccentricallygothic]

Ok and just hear me out so like some of the Chris evans characters like Lloyd,ari,ransom,jensen, and Andy like let’s say they all shared reader there little bunny and one one sunny day she was in there pool because it was hot and she was limited to a certain time because they wanted her inside so she didn’t get cold from the water and they all come outside and see her playing and tell her to come in but she’s throwing a fit and being a brat so they tried getting her out but eventually Ari jumped in and she seen so she tried swimming away but she was a little slow so Ari grabbed her by the hips and dragged her closer to him turning her around and she hides in her face into his neck knowing she’s in trouble for pulling her little stunt

Idk it’s just something I thought of☕️😍

!!!!!

Warning(s): Ddlg vibes, bratty!you, polyamorous relationship, brat!tamer Daddies Ari, Lloyd, Jensen, Andy and Ransom, one spank and mentions of punishment, stripping, fluff(?), bunny!you. Browse at your own discretion. 18+

You already know the stricter and older Daddies (Andy, Lloyd and Ari) have their massive arms crossed over their broad chests in disapproval as they watch your little form. 

"Nooo, Daddy! Bunny wanna swim more, ugh!" You brattily huff and throw your feet against the water as you stomp away from the side of the pool they're standing on. 

Ransom and Jensen get the blame for spoiling you so much when the truth is, all of them are equally whipped and can't help but pamper you in every way possible. 

That is exactly why you have been getting brattier and brattier. 

"Bunny…" Lloyd warns as he walks along the length of the pool to try and stop you without spoiling his work fit. "Out, now." 

You turn to only stick your tongue out at him, your little barbie and ducky floaties that Jensen had practically forced upon you, helping you drift away from him and towards the middle of the pool.

The men warningly watched you now, trying to intimidate you into obedience but you were following the strict rule of if I can't see them, they can't get me.

Andy loosened his tie as he sighed. He had just gotten home.

"I'll count to 5" the oldest male warned, expecting you to fold as usual.

But you really wanted to be punished today, didn't you?

A few moments passed as you ignored the concerned men, giggling at how the wrinkles caused by the pool water were increasing along the tips of your fingers and toes. 

"That's it!" Ari was the least fancy out of them all. A literal giant with a stature of 6 foot five inches, he was a rough and tough man that did not have much patience for bullshit. 

Kicking his shoes off, the man pulled his plaid and tee off next. While you stayed high on your brat cloud, Ari shrugged his pants off before diving into the pool like a professional swimmer.

You turned to look behind you in horror when the loud splash of water sounded a small distance away from you.

Ari was bringing the proximity to a very quick close with the help of his fast movements and large limbs.

"NUUU! NOT FAIR!" You screeched as you flailed your arms about you, winding one of your legs back before you started to kick down at the water to get away from the nearing doom.

"Come here, you!" Another screech left you when in your attempt to flee your persuer you accidentally swam a little close to Ransom and his hand lunged towards you to grab a hold. 

Although you successfully dodged him with a quick manouvre, your smaller body was no match in speed to Ari's and before you could recover from Ransom's grab, thick and built hairy arms were closing around your form after your hips were pulled in his direction with the tips of his strong fingers.

"NOOOOO!" You protested in despair, flailing your limbs to express yourself as Ari turned you around to face him. 

The moment his strict eyes that were rather rare but brought you to tears every time they came out, met with yours, you became a mum and whimpering mess.

The lips that the men loved (to play with) so much formed a pout as you weakly buried your face in the conjunction between his shoulder and neck.

The best little girl is a quiet one. 

The older Daddies had taught you this.

"There we go" Ari crooned as he caressed your back while bringing you both to the edge where the other Daddies were standing. 

Jensen pulled you up and out by your shoulders while Ari supported your legs so you wouldn't end up with sore limbs from the force of it. 

But you weren't placed on the ground. 

Instead you were made to dangle like the little bunny doll that you were between the men as Ransom stepped forward to peal your floaties and wet bikini off of you. 

"And now we are just a weak little pathetic pouting brat" Daddy Lloyd's condescending tut along with the sudden nakedness had you blushing furiously as you stared anywhere but at your owners. 

Andy being the most authoritative one was the one you were handed to -more like tucked against his hip as he had an arm around your sorry form to keep you levitated- as you were carried inside.

"Such a spoilt little bunny, aren't we?" The sharp smack he landed on your ass had you whining. 

You were in for a long evening with your cross Daddies.

Omg thank you so much for this ask! I absolutely loved it and your brain because this made me all hot and shy! I know I am responding to this a bit late but I wanted to do it justice 🥵❤️

[imrllytootiredforthis]

u said i can send u more asks😼😼so basically

thinking abt.... making giant boys pliant and feel miserable 😖 soob riding ur thigh because u decided to be mean to ur sweet little bunny - it's not ur fault he looks so adorable all flushed and frustrated - why arent u helping him? he's too aroused to get himself off

wanna degrade him while he's rutting my thigh calling him my perfect little slut - but oh no little bun can feel tears in his eyes and starts mumbling "m not a slut, just good, m i not ur good bun? wanna be good, good jus for u" and u can hear him sobbing by the end while he's just repeating the same words over and over again

u kiss his tears away and say that yes, he had been a very good boy so u help him by placing ur hands on his waist guiding him and setting up the pace

he ends up cumming so hard he holds onto u for dear life babbling "am i good? pls tell me i'm good"

😩😩soob who lives off of ur praise>>>>>

pls there are so many mistakes here but😭😭i cant think straight atp

smth abt thigh riding and soob gets me goin every fucking time istfg-

-idk if it's like the size thing-the fact that this giant of a man turns into a whimpery little mess rutting against your leg, burying his face into the crook of your neck, moaning and mewling into your ear-or really idk what else it could be

oh but he'd be so into praise😩😩

it's the air he breathes, just wanting to be called a good little bun by you<333

i can just imagine-

one night you wake up, bc your poor little bunny can't seem to get comfy, shifting around and grunting quietly, you keep your eyes closed, arms still wrapped close around his body until you realize...realize...

...he isn't shifting bc he's 'trying to get comfy' but in fact, he's grinding against your leg-trying his absolute hardest to stay quiet and not wake you up

well, it's a bit too late for that now, because you're already awake and a broken moan falls from his lips as your hands grip either of his thighs, setting a pace for him

"such a little slut, aren't you bun? Can't even wait for morning, you had to wake me up just because you were horny, baby." Condescending and mean, one of his favourite combinations yet he vehemently denies

"n-no, 'm your go-good boy. your good little bunny, right?

You agree, mostly because of how pretty he looks, all flushed and flustered, red and adorable. sounds so cute with high breathy pants and muttered words, just barely loud enough, going on and on about how much a good boy he is-imploring, begging-you to backup the claims.

"I don't know baby, look at you, all a mess, you haven't even taken on your boxers yet...not even thinking with that pretty little head of yours," your brush a lone finger over his cheekbone and he desperately pushes his face into the touch for more.

"you're acting like such a horny little slut right now~" The words have him moving faster, grinding down harder, mewling and letting out incoherent little hiccups in which all you can catch is something along the lines of 'good boy'.

“bun...b-bun jus' wans’ to feel good...please”

he's close. eyes glazed over, body tensing in trembling, tongue lolling out of his mouth with drool dripping down his chin. "please, please, please."

"shhh, shhh, don't worry bun'" you roll over and now he's under you, looking up with you with the biggest sweetest doe eyes you could possibly imagine.

"once i'm done with you, you'll be nothing but my good little slut."

[prismuffin]

Hey!! Can I request a top male reader x Price. Reader is new to the 141 team, Laswell recruited him for the team. Little does the team know Price and reader are married, they do know that Price is married tho. The team finds out when they catch a shirtless, pants-undone Male Reader literally on top of Price, who is shirtless, only in boxers, and covered in hickeys (They were being a little too loud).

A/n: KSKSJFHSKFJHSJ YESSSS ugh he has no right to be that hot idk- also the gif>>>>

“PRICE?!”

John Price x top!male!reader

( summary: after hearing their captain's groans of pain throughout base they rush to his room only to see him underneath you, definitely not in pain )

warnings?: light swearing, light smut but it's not directly talked about

C/n means code name!

!-!more under the cut!-!

The team waited patiently as Laswell left to go grab who was supposed to be their newest recruit. She seemed to be almost laughing to herself as she described your skills and explained why you'll be a great asset to the team. For once, Price was actually unsure about who this new recruit could be, but they seemed to be well trained and very skilled from what he can gather. The door opened again, and their attention snapped to it as Laswell walked in with their newest recruit. "Boys, meet Y/n L/n, otherwise known as C/n." Price almost audibly gasped at the sight of you. His husband. Is that why Laswell was laughing? Cause she knew the whole time? "C/n? How'd you get that name?" Soap's Scottish accent cut through the room and you chuckled, "You don't wanna know." A smirk found it's way to your face as your eyes scanned over the team before landing on Price. You stared at him as Laswell introduced everyone, telling you their names and ranks, though you didn't seem to care about anyone but Price, which the team noticed. They decided not to think much of it, and some really didn't care at all (I'm looking at you Ghost).

After the meeting, Price was assigned to show you around, and by that I mean he volunteered. "I just can't believe you didn't tell me you were switching!" He whisper yelled to you as you walked together. There was a hint of amusement in his voice though he did seem to be at least a little mad at you. "What can I say? I just wanted to spend more time with my husband." You stopped walking, grabbing his waist slowly while smirking. He was quick to swat your hands away and you pouted, "What? You didn't miss me at all?" You faked a hurt expression but smiled when John rolled his eyes playfully. "Of course I miss you, I just wish I'd have gotten a bit of a bloody warnin eh?" You crossed your arms and shrugged, "Laswell thought it'd be funny." He scoffed muttering an "unbelievable," as he began walking again. You chuckled and smirked as you caught up to him, slapping his ass. He gasped and hit your arm which hurt more than you'd like to admit. You said sorry even though you clearly weren't and attempted to grab his hand only to get slapped away. You attempted again and he denied once more, that didn't stop you from trying the entire rest of the time you guys walked around base, he settled with holding your pinkie whenever no one else was in sight.

It's been about a week since you join 141 and you've mostly made friends with everyone. You'd heard a lot about Gaz from your husband so it was easy to click with him when you brought up stuff you knew he'd relate to. Soap was just easy to get along with in general and that Ghost guy is someone you're still working on. Either way currently the team had just gotten back from a small mission, they’d left both you and Price back at base for recon. After the mission was done they’d said their goodbyes over comms and took their short flight back to base. Walking in from the hanger, they all chatted - though it was mostly Gaz and Soap, Ghost didn’t mind listening in. “Aw man you should’ve seen that guys face when he realized he was out of bullets!” Gaz laughed with Soap, even Ghost let out a silent nose laugh at the two. “Yo y’alright lad?” Soap asked as he noticed that gaz had stopped laughing. “Did you hear that?” He asked and Soap slowly shook his head. “Lt?” Soap questioned and Ghost also shook his head. “Maybe you’re hearing things mate-“ Soap stopped talking abruptly as what sounded like a groan rang through the halls. “See there it is again!” “Ohhh yeah I heard that one! Ey LT, wanna check it out?” Soap shot Ghost a grin and he huffed.

“Ahh, shit-“ “Sounds like Price-“ Ghost said only to be cut off by Gaz. “You think he’s hurt?” “Doubt he’s hurt, sounds more like-“ Gaz hurried off causing Soap to laugh as Ghost sighed, following the two as they speed walk through the halls. Their captains groans only got louder the closer they got, curses being added in sometimes here and there. As they neared the shut door to Price’s room Gaz began walking a bit faster, obviously worried for his father friend. A “MmmphFuck- Y/n~” stopped Soap in his tracks, “wait that doesn’t sound like-“ Gaz busted the door open, his jaw dropping as he took in the sight before him. Price was stripped down to nothing but his boxers, his neck and chest and the inner bits of his thighs were covered in purple bruises. You hovered on top of him, pants unbuttoned, staring at the three new guests that entered the room. “Ahh shit I thought I locked the door..” they heard you mumble, all three of their eyes wide in shock.

“PRICE?!”

Gaz yelling seemingly knocked everyone (but you) out of their shocked trances. “Christ!” John shot up, bumping into your form, causing you to stumble back, gripping at the bed as to not fall. “Oh. Ohohoho-“ Soap started as he looked between the both of you. Soon after, he busted out laughing and unlike before he was the only one doing so. “Respectfully Sir, what the actual hell did I just walk in on?” Ghost spoke over Soaps loud laughter and Price could do nothing but stutter out useless excuses. “Aren’t you married?!” Gaz yelled and Soap immediately stopped laughing at that. “Ohhhhh Captain, cheating on your spouse? Not cool,” Soap looked shocked and you smirked, looking between both parties. “I’m not cheating on my-“ “Not cheating?! You’re practically naked and being fondled by this- this- new guy!” Gaz almost looked betrayed as he held his arm out towards your figure to emphasize his point. You failed to stifle a laugh and Price shot you an unimpressed look. “Gaz, calm down im not cheating on my Husband, he is my husband.” You nodded and both Soap and Gaz looked between each other. “Huh??” “Yup, it’s true I married this old guy.” You crossed your arms and jumped, feeling Price pinch you teasingly for your choice of words. “Wait so- your husband joined the team and you two didn’t say anything?!” Soap asked and you laughed, “I thought it’d be funny.” Price sighed, “It wasn’t relevant information at the time.” You shot him a false betrayed look as Gaz and Soap went silent. A deep chuckle from behind the two caught everyone attention. Simon “Ghost” Riley stood there, shoulders bouncing in what appeared to be silent laughter. “Fucking ‘ell, you lot really are something else.” He muttered and Soap’s face broke out into a grin as he started to laugh again. “I can’t believe I didn’t know.” Gaz spoke and you scoffed with a roll of your eyes. “Yeah yeah, this is all very funny but if you’ll excuse me I’d like to go back to what I was doing.” You motioned your head towards Price with a wide smirk as his face started turning red. Gaz looked borderline mortified and was quick to leave, Ghost and Soap following shortly after, though not without Soap throwing you a wink from over his shoulder.

Price groaned after the door shut, flopping backwards onto the bed with his face placed in his hands. You grabbed one, pulling it off of his face before planting a soft kiss to his cheek with a chuckle. "Sorry love, I could've sworn I locked the door." He sighed, "It's fine, s'not entirely your fault I was kind of being loud..." He mumbled and you laughed, placing a kiss to the corner of his lips. "Do you want to continue?" You asked, not so subtly grinding your hips down to resume the previous friction. He let out a breathy moan at the feeling before staring into your eyes and nodding slowly. Your face broke out into a grin as you leaned up a bit more, pulling his other hand away from his face and planting a proper kiss to his lips. That night, Price had tried to keep it down though with practically everyone already knowing what you both were up to there was really no point.

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[luvfy0dor]

"Wonderland ♡" Nikolai Gogol x Gn!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Theft, grand theft auto

Description; Committing crimes with Nikolai Gogol, inspired by Wonderland and Getaway car, ik he could literally just use his ability but Nikolai would prob love a high speed chase or anything like that.

A/n; recently I've been like so nervous talking to people idk why I'm just horrified of being awkward nd saying some stupid shit ykwim I love talking to people I'm just like really awkward 🫤🫡

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You could feel adrenaline rush through your veins as you bolted through the hallways of some random mall with Nikolai. You were both hand in hand, sprinting down the strips of hallway as security guards chased and yelled after you both. Nikolais giggles almost went unnoticed with everything else being so loud. You panted loudly, the six foot tall man pulling you along with him. It was hard to keep up with, but you really didn't wanna go to jail right now, or ever for that matter, so you tried your hardest.

After damn near flying down an escalator and weaving in and out of many confused strangers, the bright exit sign came into view. Had you not been huffing and puffing, you would have sighed in relief.

"How're ya holding up there, dove? Feelin' the burn?" Nikolai asks you, his head turned to look into your eyes. You nod just as you finally break free from the cramped and crowded space of the mall. You immediately look around, trying to find a place for you to run. Nikolais eyes were also darting around the parking lot, until the flashing orange and yellow lights of a newly unlocked car caught his attention. He grabbed your hand again.

"Sorry for pulling you around so much, my dearest, but it is highly necessary in the moment!" You're pulled through the parking lot by your boyfriend, luckily no cars were speeding directly at you, so you got to your destination unscathed. "Wait! Kolya! Was this a part of your plan?! You know, Fyodor told you if you were a little bit less impulsive and didn't rush into things you'd be more successful-" you're cut off by Nikolai flinging open some random persons car door and shoving you in, shutting the door and running around the hood of the car.

He gets in and immediately puts the car in reverse and steps on the gas. "And is Dos here at the moment?" He asks while looking over his shoulder to back out of the parking spot. You can hear the assumed car owner screaming obscenities at the both of you. You shake your head. "No, he's not, but still, if we're not careful this is just another charge that we might have to face!" You say, your hands nervously flying all over the place. Nikolai just scoffs and speeds out of the parking lot. "Would I ever let you get in that much trouble?" He says, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes as he speeds down the road.

You blankly stare at him. "Yes! Yes, you would!" He Snickers at your response. His hand goes down to softly pat your thigh. "Well, you're right, I wouldn't take all the blame for myself now." He beams, turning up the radio. "But I wouldn't let neither of us rot away in prison." He assured you, the same smug grin that other people seemed to dislike calmed your nerves a bit. You just sighed and leaned your head against the car seat headrest. This wasn't a very new feeling to you, but it was exciting in the worst way possible. It made you nervous, you could almost feel your organs moving around in your body with anxiety, but the fact that you were commiting these acts with Nikolai made it a little better.

"Silence isn't setting the right mood, darlin'!" He says, reaching for the volume knob. Some pop song you didn't know but remotely recognized started blaring from the speakers, and apparently Nikolai didn't mind it at all. He seemed thrilled with it, even, a wide smile on his face as he kept speeding down the long, straight, highway. He grabbed onto one of your hands and squeezed it tightly as he accelerated the car faster. You grasped into the car door and felt your body press back against the seat.

"Oh my god, how fast do you wanna go?!? This is not a high speed chase!" You say, deeply inhaling while looking at him. "And it won't have to be if we get way ahead now." He beams. He continues down the road for another couple of minutes, still practically levitating off of the pavement with his speed while your heart feels like it's beating nearly as fast. Nikolais voice rings through the car as he joyously sings along with the song while you eventually manage to catch your breath.

Nikolai takes a couple more turns, and before you know it, you're in some sort of field, the stars illuminating the sky when you step out of the car as per Nikolais request. He hops up onto the hood of the stolen car, patting the spot next to him and signalling you to join him. You sigh and lift yourself up onto the white vehicle and he swiftly takes your hand in his.

"Aren't the stars so beautiful? Not as beautiful as you, ofcourse, but they're quite pretty if I do say so myself." He beams, reaching into his pocket. He hands you a couple of dainty diamond jewelry pieces that he stole from the mall, letting them fell into your hands. "I think these would look splendid on you." He smiles, pulling you body closer to his. "Thank you, Kolya." You say, kissing his cheek quickly. A small smile creeps onto your face as the two of you relax under the stars. "You're the best partner." You murmur, rubbing his shoulder a bit. "Oh? In crime? Or in romance?" He says with the familiar Cheshire cat looking smile. You laugh a little. "Why not both?" You kiss his head one more time while you bask in the night chill, arms around each other in peace.

A/n; I finished this in my gym class tbh, so it's not fully proofread

[lovelykil]

「 Shy boyyy 」

kyle x reader older ver.

cw; nsfw, praising

note; idk why I procrastinated sm on this, help

Kyle clutched the sheets tightly, his mind engulfed in a haze of arousal and desire. His breath cut short from the lengthy moans he tried to hide but failed from the immense pleasure his body was in. His breath was hot and wet as you took him in whole, your mouth fitting around his erection with your tounge sliding against it.

Your pace was slow and steady but it picked up suddenly, Kyle squirmed, his cock twitching in your mouth from the fast moment.

The slight wet and gagging sounds escaped from your mouth, filling the room.. if anyone were to walk past Kyle's room surely you two would be in big trouble.

With a slight whimper, He couldn't help but roll his head back, leaning it on the wall his eyes swelling with pathetic tears streaming down his pretty face.

"o-oh crap go s-slower Y/nn.."

He whispered softly, taking his hand to put on your head. You obeyed his order slowing down your pace. You set aside some hair behind your ear blushing from his noises he made.

His fingers picked at your hair almost gripping it, looking down at you with his mouth slightly open. Your eyes wandered up to look at him when his eyes met yours he looked away in embarrassment, letting loose of your hair. The sight of you quite literally sucking him off was too much.

You rolled at your eyes playfully, "You don't have to be so shy you know." You whispered, as your lips lost touch to his shaft. You instead put your hand around his length, leaning toward him. His face was already flushed from him panting but it just turned redder with your face next to his.

"Sorry.." He looked down at your hand on his dick then at you, you grinned stroking it slowly.

The room felt hot again, his chest tightened looking right at you, his face was in a mess his eyes hung low so was his mouth, slightly agape,, you wanted to let him release, let go.. break him just to hear more of his attractive moans in your ear.

"It's okay I just want you to focus on cumming now alright?" Your hand jerked him faster, his reaction was indeed what you wanted he let out a groan, shutting his eyes.

His cock twitched in your hand as you picked up the pace watching him squirm, he looked at you his eyes were practically begging you to slow down, fear of him moaning too loud.

You messed around with his tip, your fingers circling around the middle, teasing the poor jew.

"I'm not slowing down Kyle."

"H-Huh? If you don't I'll- a-ah-! Y/n..!"

With a quick jerk down to his dick, the pace accelerated. He immediately let out a loud moan that got your core tingling.

You chuckled, kissing his cheek "You sound so cute baby, I wanna hear moree." You leaned over his neck his speech was incoherent, he tried to say something but the only thing he did was pant heavily.

At this point he decided to give up he felt as he was coming up to his peak, gripping your shirt from the back moaning into your ear just like what you wanted.

You smiled to yourself, kissing his neck "That's a good boy."

Kyle's hip buckled up as he just reached his peak from your praise. His last moan was loud even when he stuffed his face into your shirt you could still hear the muffled noise of pleasure. Kyle's eyes rolled back from the release of elation finally. His messy curly hair fell in front of his face when he pulled away.

He fell back on his pillow, his breathing was slow and heavy. You let go of his dick, your hand now covered in his future children.

"God that was alot Ky." You joked, taking a good look at your messy hand. Kyle covered his face, the pleasure already leaving him now the embarrassment filled his face it was red as ever.

"I hate you soo much, all I wanted was to study." He groaned. You licked off his sperm off your finger, tasting it for yourself.

"You were stressed I thought you could need this." You swallowed down. Kyle put his hand down to see you licking away his cum off your hands.

"Mmh did you eat something sweet?"

"Pineapple.."

"Oh? So you were getting ready-"

"No! I swear I wasn't." The ginger looked away blushing. You laughed, pulling his face towards you.

"You taste soo good, you did a great job babyy." You kissed his nose, forehead and lips with a giggle. He sighed softly smiling at the kisses you showered him in, kissing you himself on the nose. Even though he was tired he still appreciated you for doing this and just also wanted to kiss you.

"I love you Y/n." He held your face, smiling. You blushed, placing one last kiss on his nose. "I love youu too." You rubbed noses, your eyes closed to enjoy the moment, smiling to each other.

"Okay I have to clean myself now, we can sleep after if you want."

"I can do that myself."

"Hu- o-oh shit.."