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[onyxissad]

THE NEW FLESH

[bihansthot]

Title: Fuck Me

Rating: R-18, Explicit, minors DNI

Pairing: AMAB!Tarnished x Messmer

Summary: Messmer imbibes too much ale one night and demands to know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of the relationship.

Warning: rim job, anal sex, size difference, snakes

Author’s Notes: sorry if this one seems kind of OOC loves it’s the rewrite I promised y’all and I tried to make Messmer’s dialogue natural and fit him but don’t know how good I did. I did not write the tarnished in Old English only Messmer so maybe it doesn’t flow the best but my little dinosaur brain can only handle so much! I hope you all enjoy it! If you do please let me know! Likes, comments and reblogs are so so critical to a content creator we feed off of it! Thank you!!

“Fuck me,” the Empyrean whispered huskily as he stumbled backwards falling awkwardly back on the bed you shared with him, -a new novelty thanks to your nagging-.

               “Wh-what?” your words get stuck in your throat as you feel your mouth go dry at your lover’s demand.

               “I said fuck me. Thou speaketh English dost thou not?” He leans up on his elbows, giving you a lopsided grin as his golden eye stares intensely back at you.

               A shiver runs down your spine as you meet his unnatural gaze, “Messmer we’ve never, I mean not like this, I uh. Fuck. Come on stop messing around.”

               “Stutter didst I? I’m serious. Fuck. Me.” The demigod repeats slowly and deliberately, a difficult task given his current state. “Thou always regaleth mine self about how good mine cock feels in thine arse. I desire to know what I’m missing.” The empyrean slurs as he gives you a challenging look.

               “Messmer you’re drunk, stop teasing me and go to bed,” you sigh loudly while pinching the bridge of your nose and shaking your head. L

               “Demigods hath no need for sleep,” he retorts smugly as the grin on his handsome face grows wider. He tugs his armor over his head, careful of the snakes intertwined in his body leaving on only a pair of dangerously low-slung small clothes which did absolutely nothing to hide the demigod’s prominent erection.

               You groan in frustration as you feel your cock stirring in your pants as his perfectly imperfect chest is suddenly on display, his snakes eyeing you curiously. The sweeping expanse of white, scaled skin stretched tightly over his muscles seemed to make his pecs and abs bulge and strain even more, you can’t help but lick your lips as your eyes trail hungrily over his flawless body. “M’Lord is going to be pissed at me in the morning when his ass is too sore to sit down,” you grumble ruffling your hair in frustration as you wrestle with your choice.

               “Thou dare defy your lord?” Messmer growls as his golden eye narrows and his lips purse tightly in frown as the snakes hiss.

               You throw your arms up and let out an exasperated groan, “what brought this on all of a sudden? You’ve never once offered to bottom, in fact I’m pretty sure you’ve told me ‘don’t ask, I don’t fucking bottom for anyone’ on more than one occasion.”

               “Phew” he curses in frustration before adding “imbibed too heavily have I, I can’t properly top thou. I desireth more than a blow job so fuck. me.,” he demands as he glares at you. It takes him two or three attempts to finally hook his thumbs on the waistband on his small clothes as he pushes them down. The empyrean groans loudly as his cock is exposed to the cool air around him, he rakes his hand over his toned body before wrapping his hand around his leaking member.

               Your mouth waters at the sight of him teasing himself on your bed. Little whimpers fall from your lips as you palm yourself through your increasingly constricting pants. The words make you shiver with desire as you find yourself taking slow, hesitant steps toward the demigod still wrestling with yourself on whether or not it was worth giving into his demands. It had certainly crossed your mind more than one time what it would be like to fuck Messmer instead of always taking it up the ass for him, but you still had to weigh your decision carefully as a pissed off demigod was not something you wanted to deal with in the morning.

               “Thou won’t receiveth this offer a second time,” he groans swiping his thumb across the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum messily around the tip. He bites his lip to stifle a little moan as his hips buck up into his hand, “fuck me,” he repeats, his pleading voice sounding hoarser and almost needy.

               You make up your mind as you let out a shaky breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding as you disrobe hastily, cursing as you almost trip and fall trying to pull your pants off. A few seconds later you do trip, falling on top of Messmer as you shoot a glare over your shoulder at his snakes mocking you from behind, you swear you can see the snakes smirking at you. You let out a loud moan as you straddle the demigod’s hips. Your cock rubs up against his and your lips find his in a quick and sloppy kiss. You whine into his hot mouth as your tongue licks along the roof of his mouth before tangling around his. Messmer’s mouth is relentless and dominate. You grunt when, in his drunken, sloppy haste, his teeth click against yours painfully. You try and change the angle of the kiss but find your head immobilized by the empyrean’s strong hand gripping your hair painfully tightly. He nips and bites at your lower lip before snagging it painfully between his sharp teeth causing you to yelp in surprise as blood wells freely in your mouth before being greedily lapped away by Messmer’s fiery tongue.

               He groans against your mouth as he sucks incessantly on the wound, making sure not even a single drop of blood goes to waste. Messmer’s hips roll up against yours before finally releasing your abused, swollen lip, “Well? What art thou waiting for? Make haste!” He barks out running his tongue along his lower lip and grinding his cock up against yours.

               The action pulls another low cry from your lips as you look down at him, noticing that his eye looks somehow even more unfocused than usual as he tries in vain to blow his long red hair out of his face. You frown at him as you press you hands down firmly on his thrusting hips, “it’s not like I can just stick it in ya know? We need lube not to mention you need to be stretched, it can be pretty painful and a lot to handle the first time, though I’m not quite as blessed as you are.” You roll your eyes at his demanding, almost child-like behavior as you lean forward to grope around on the nightstand for the bottle of lube.

               Messmer narrows his eye at you, “dost thou challenge me? Thou thinkith I cannot bare thine pain?” He bares his teeth in a feral grin as he holds his thumb up to your face, at a speed you can barely even follow he brings his other hand up to snap the digit back with a sickening crunch, cleanly snapping the bone in half.

               You wretch as you feel bile rising up in your throat as you hastily cover your mouth with both hands and squeeze your eyes shut as you try and take slow deep breaths. After a few moments you crack one eye open to look down seeing Messmer’s hands both folded lazily behind his head, “Fucking hell Messmer, can you not? I get it, you’re a badass demigod, soldier extraordinaire, ok, but fuck, that was unnecessary and disgusting.”

               The demigod gives you an infuriating smirk, “thine cock careth not, in fact I can feel it twitching and dripping more.” He pulls his hand with his newly broken thumb from behind his head and brings it down to rub it over the opening at the tip of your cock running it through the translucent fluid.

               “F-fuck. Ugh. That’s so gross. Stop it Messmer. Do you want me to fuck you or what?” you growl at him, surprising yourself with how strong and forceful your demand comes out.

               Messmer pouts at you like a five-year-old that just got caught stealing a cookie as he pulls his hand back and tucks it neatly behind his head again. “Fine,” he huffs before muttering, “my apologies.”

               “Yeah, I bet you’re sorry,” you mutter to yourself as you frown and take a deep breath, not entirely sure where to begin with Messmer. You’re no stranger to stretching yourself, but you can’t remember the last time you had your finger’s in someone else’s ass, let alone death incarnate. You blow out a shaky breath, feeling your whole body trembling with a mixture of trepidation and arousal as you decide to take it slowly, you’d rather have Messmer yell at you in in Old English tonight than have to deal with him in the morning. You lean back onto your knees earning a forlorn whine from Messmer as he no longer has your cock to buck up against. Slowly the noise becomes a breathy gasp as you lean down lazily as you draw your tongue down behind Messmer’s balls, nipping at his perineum before circling your tongue languidly around the puckered ring of muscle. He looks so different like this, relaxed with his eye half closed, hair a mess falling all over his handsome face as his nose crinkles up at the unfamiliar sensation. It’s a sight you are determined to memorize knowing full well you’d probably never get to see it again, at least not without his cock in your mouth.

               The demigod makes a noise you’d never heard from him before, it sounded like cross between a sharp inhale and a loud whine. You can’t help but grin and feel a sense of pride at earning such a rare display of vulnerability from the general. You look up to see the Messmer panting slightly as he threads his fingers into your hair gently nudging you forward as the snakes coil around your arms pulling you closer in silent encouragement.

               You drag your tongue over the pucker again before wiggling your tongue inside the tight ring, smirking against Messmer as you feel a shudder run through the empyrean’s body. You pull back to nip at his inner thigh before licking a thick stripe across his quivering hole, teasingly tonguing the underside of his balls before swirling your tongue around the wraith’s pucker again.

               “Ah! Un! Nng!” Messmer moans and cries as your tongue slips inside the demigod’s tight entrance again, licking him open with long hard strokes. He gasps loudly as you work the organ all the way in as his hands tighten painfully in your hair and his thighs tremble.

               You reluctantly pull back deciding that maybe a rim job was a little too intense to start with as you pop the lid off the lid to the lube and smear it on to your fingers. You press your wet finger against the empyrean’s entrance as you circle the tight pucker between his perfectly muscled thighs.

               “S’different an stickier than thine tongue,” he slurs out before wriggling around as your finger works its way inside the still tight ring of muscle. Messmer leans back a bit, fingers combing through your hair before settling at his sides, “it’s weird.”  

You chuckle softly and press the digit forward slowly, set on taking your time, making sure you don’t hurt the drunken mess beneath you. You bite your lip as you force yourself to ignore your aching erection, which is steadily dripping pre-cum against Messmer’s chiseled thigh and focus on opening the demigod up. He’s still impossibly tight though, he hadn’t been bluffing at the beginning of your relationship when he forcefully insisted, he was a top and only a top.

               You snicker softly at the low whine Messmer tries to bite back a cry as your finger breaches him, his golden eye closed tightly as he tries to process the sensation of being penetrated that you’re so familiar with. He bites into the palm of his right hand as you work a second finger unto his unforgiving tightness, as he tries in vain to quiet himself. “Ah, fuck!” he curses, “why doth that feel so queer! That can’t be right, thou must be doing something wrong. Fuck me properly.” His demand seems less confident as you start to wiggle your fingers around in his tight ass, trying to loosen the tense muscles clamping down so hard around your fingers.

               “Relax Messmer, it’s only going to hurt if you keep this up. You might not have had fingers up your ass before, but you know how tight my ass is when you try and work your gargantuan cock in it. You have to relax and get used to it.” You fuss at him, already frustrated that it seems to be so difficult just trying to stretch him with the way he’s squirming. “Fuck,” you pant out as you pull your fingers out slowly before pushing them back in, you crook them in search of Messmer’s prostate. You can feel the empyrean jolt under you as you twisted your fingers in and out. You’re determined to make sure you stretch his tight hole until he’s a panting, wet mess -revenge for all the times he’s done it to you- as you sink a third finger in.

               Messmer can’t stop himself from choking on a sob and shuddering violently as he throws his arm over his face in an attempt to cover up his flushed, embarrassed expression. “Unnnghh. Please,” the demigod pleads, his raspy voice thick with lust as he tentatively bucks his hips against your fingers.

               Even in your wildest dreams you had never imagined Messmer would beg for more and the sight made your cock ache harder than you thought possible. You start to stroke your cock slowly as your fingers twist and screw out of the demigod’s tight ass, you gasp loudly as you feel the delicious pressure of your hand squeezing your cockhead, trying desperately not to get too wound up. You work your fingers in and out over and over, scissoring your fingers open and close stroking the empyrean’s prostrate with each stroke.

               Soft little whimpers fall from his parted mouth as he grinds himself against your fingers. “Enough, fuck me,” he demands in a shaky tone as he wraps his strong legs around your torso and nudges you closer.

               “F-fuck, shit. Ah! Fine, fine. Hold on a minute,” you fumble with the bottle of lube again, hissing as you squeeze the cold liquid all over your cock. It’s such an odd sensation, you aren’t used to being the one with lube all over your dick, it wasn’t all in all unpleasant, but it definitely makes you pause momentarily.

               “Ah! What art thou doing,” Messmer cries out at the sudden loss of your fingers, he grits his teeth and squirms under you as his legs nudge you closer and closer, the snakes constricting angrily.

               You look down at the panting mess beneath your, Messmer looks wrecked and you haven’t even fucked him yet, you’re so tempted to make him beg the way he so often does to you, but your desire to be inside the demigod wins out for now. “Let me know if you need me to stop,” you rumble softly against his ear before pressing a light kiss beneath it. You brush your thumb idly along Messmer’s prominent hip bone as you line your cock up with the demigod’s entrance. You groan loudly as you start to sink into the empyrean’s unyielding ass but the sound it quickly drown out by Messmer’s loud, high pitched whine as you start filling him up.

               “Nng. Un. Ah! Fuck! Gah! Fuck” Messmer cries out before biting down on his lip as his back arches slightly off the bed. He pants and screws his eye shut, shaking his head back and forth as his heel dig almost painfully into your back while he tries to get used to the foreign sensation.

               “Fuck you’re tight,” you moan shakily as you grip the demigod’s hips tightly. You still your hips as you wait for him to used to the stretch, you can’t help but breathe hard even though only the tip of your cock was inside the demigod. This isn’t the first time you had been on top, but you’re pretty sure it was the first time you had been the top with a virgin and it made your heart skip a beat that Messmer chose you of all people for the honor. You wait patiently until the empyrean’s breathing evens out a bit before sinking more of your length in, you don’t get far before you grit your teeth as Messmer’s ass clenches around you painfully. “Unnh, Messmer, come on baby, you’ve gotta relax for me, I know it feels like a lot but just relax ok? You’re doing so good, I know you can be a good boy and relax for me,” you coo at the demigod risking the ass kicking that might ensue for words of encouragement.

               It’s hard to make out due to the arm slung over his face but you can faintly see the blush spreading across his cheeks as he whimpers and winds his fists tightly in the sheets beneath him. He blinks up at you and you swear you can see tears pricking at the corner’s of the demigod’s eye as he nods softly and tries again to even out his breathing. “S’t’s too big,” he half slurs half hiccups as he wriggles his hips around grimacing.

               “Oh shush, I’m no where near as big as you are and I manage just fine, you just need to relax,” you roll your eyes before grabbing the demigod’s leaking cock with one hand. The action pulls a more familiar, deep groan from Messmer as you start stroking his length trying to distract him from your throbbing cock lodged halfway in the empyrean’s entrance. “Better?” you ask waiting for him to nod and start to buck his hips halfheartedly. You give his cock a few more long strokes before sinking more into his dripping hole, you bite your lip to try and quiet yourself as you’re finally sheathed in the demigod’s unforgiving tightness.

               Messmer lets out another long, bitten off cry as you finally manage to work your cock all the way inside him, the little pants and whimpers he lets out are so out of place for the usually stoic and far less vocal soldier. He blinks his eye rapidly as his lip curls up at the unusual feeling of penetration, gradually he lets go of the death grip he has on the sheets and squeezes your torso with his strong thighs.

               “I’ll go slow ok?” you reassure, brushing some of the empyrean’s messy hair out of his face, you weren’t going to miss seeing his expressions for anything. You pull out slowly -not wanting to hurt Messmer and put him off on the idea of bottoming in the future- and ease yourself back inside pulling a breathy cry from the demigod beneath you. You’re in no hurry to be too hasty with your lover as you roll your hips against his, keeping your thrusts shallow and controlled as you wait for him to give you the go ahead to fuck him for real.

               Messmer groans and grunts as your hand keeps pace with your gentle thrusting, he throws his head back in frustration. “Fuck me, fuck me,” he half whines half demands as his hips begin to buck forcefully against yours before grinding the heels of his feet painfully into your back.

               “Ah! Shit!” you yelp before giving him a playful smack on the hip, “fine! Don’t you dare complain tomorrow when you’re sore.” You switch your grip so you can grab his thighs and roll him a little farther on to his back to give yourself better leverage as you snap your hips forward forcefully earning a startled shout from the demigod. You groan as you feel the empyrean’s hips rise to meet your thrusts, his body finally relaxing enough that you’re able to pull almost all the way out before slamming your cock back into Messmer’s tight hole, with a satisfying smack. The high pitch cry you force from the soldier is more than enough to let you know you hit home, you focus on hitting that spot with each thrust as your hand returns to pump Messmer’s cock with each hard stoke.

               Messmer covers his mouth with both hands as he tries to stifle his loud cries as he’s reduced to a whimpering mess with each thrust of your hard cock inside his tight ass. “Ah! More! Fuck, more,” he demands as his hips meet each of your thrusts with enough force to drown out his bossy demands and all you can hear is the slap on skin on skin.

               Your thighs tremble with exertion as you keep thrusting into the empyrean, you aren’t going to last much longer and based on the high-pitched whines and cries falling from Messmer’s parted mouth neither was he. “C-can I cum inside,” you manage to grit out as you keep pumping the demigod’s dripping length, ignoring the hissing and coiling of the serpents as you let out a startled cry as he clenches around your length. “Ah, fuck. Messmer fuck you feel so good, please, please. Let me cum inside,” you find yourself begging, immediately regretting not making him beg earlier when you had the chance.

               The demigod is beyond words and all he can do is nod rapidly as his hips tremble and sway. His thighs squeeze you tighter. He bites his lip hard, drawing blood as his back arches off the bed while his ass clenches and pulsates around your thrusting cock.

               “Oh fuck, oh come on Messmer, I wanna see you cum around my cock, please? You can be a good boy for me and cum for me, right?” your hips start to falter as you drive your cock deeper inside the trembling demigod. Your hand tugs on the empyrean’s length harder now, twisting it around his head of his cock as you desperately try not to cum before the demigod does.

               “Ah! Nng! Ah! Fuck,” Messmer cries loudly before his hips jerk and spasm uncontrollably as he clamps down around your cock. His body heaves as he paints his chiseled stomach and perfect pecs snowy white with thick ropes of cum as his orgasm crashes through his body.

               You pant and cry out loudly as your nails dig into his hip as you manage a few shallow thrusts before burying yourself as deeply in his ass as you can before filling the demigod with your release. You groan deeply with satisfaction as your hips stutter against Messmer’s, his ass milking every drop of cum from your spent cock. You stay like that for a moment, too tired and too scared to move.

               Messmer’s legs finally release your torso as he lays there panting, trying to catch his breath as he slowly comes down from his high, “that wasn’t so bad,” he grumbles.

He won’t look you in the eyes, you can tell he’s already embarrassed by how loud and demanding he was, but you on the other hand you were on cloud nine.

You reluctantly pull your softening cock from his spent ass, “not so bad huh? That’s rich coming from someone who moaned like a bitch in heat the whole time.”

The glare the demigod gives you makes you immediately wish you hadn’t said a word, “come morrow, thou won’t be able to sit down for the rest of thine life.”

               You chuckle as you lay down next to the wraith and throw your arm around him, “it was worth it,” you mumble trying to stifle a yawn.

               Messmer grimaces as he shifts in bed to pull you to his chest, “hush foul tarnished, sleep thou must.”

               You don’t need to be told twice as your sleep into a deep satisfying sleep, happily curled up around your lover, life with the demigod wasn’t always easy but moments like this made it more than worthwhile.

[femboysoap]

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[hornytdickthoughts]

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[an0ther-f00ls-muse]

The different Interpretations/Portrayals of my Muses!! ((Be aware, this may be somewhat ‘cringe’ & ooc as I have yet to actually play the damn game & dlc yet, however I did watch a lot of lore videos, soo yeah-))

My Portrayal(s) of ‘Queen Marika the eternal’

I technically do two different versions of her, a much, much younger version of her before the hornsent did their whole jarring thing, so if you wanna do something with her just let me know which one you wanna do things with lol.

The main points that are most important

-> My village version of Queen-Marika <-

-> This first interpretation/portrayal of Marika is that, as a younger woman that she is more akin to ‘Roderika’ with the fact she’s more of an actual ‘Spirit-Tuner’.

-> My younger version of Marika I’ll be using as a muse here doesn’t really talk, she usually uses simple sign language, she doesn’t actually speak until the whole ‘hornsent-activities’ in my interpretation/portrayal & the only reason she even talks after that is because of the jars & such.

-> She has turquoise-green eyes up until her ascension into her godhood, much akin to the eye color of Messmer’s serpents actually.

-> She is more passive & peaceful up until everything that happened with her village & the ‘hornsent’, so keep that in mind if you wanna do anything with her younger-self of her lol.

-> My younger version of Marika likes flowers, a lot and just likes making different things out of them, so if you ask for a starter with this version of her just keep this in mind maybe lol.

-> She technically ‘named’ my own muse version of Radagon, this won’t automatically apply to your ‘Radagon &/or Marika’ muses unless we discussed otherwise for RP purposes!!!

-> She’s not as tall as she is in canon just yet, she has some more growing to be doing despite being an adult, she won’t be her canon height until a bit after her ascension into her godhood.

->:My more current version of Queen-Marika<-

-> She’s her actual canon height in this version of herself now, keep this in mind ig.

->This will be the version of her that actually talks with her words nowadays, however she still knows her sign language.

-> she can still somewhat use her ‘Spirit-Tuner’ abilities, but she doesn’t do it as often and is pretty damn rusty by now.

-> her eyes & hair are fully golden now, as golden as the actual Elden-Ring by now.

-> Her skin has many small ‘cracks’ all around her upper body, it’ll just won’t be as noticeable as the ones she gets after the ‘shattering’ (aka the trailer)

-> She does somewhat try to be a good- or at least half decent mother to her children but she isn’t really good at it nine times out of ten.

-> My muse version of Marika has very complicated feelings about her omen twins, she loved them and didn’t know how to deal with that factor and the way that omen’s in general were viewed whatsoever. (This won’t affect your Muses unless we discuss it for RP purposes!!)

-> Both of my muses of Marika & Radagon have complicated feelings for each other, they don’t really like each other anymore- it’s bad. (Once again, this will not affect your own muse version of them both unless we discuss it for RP purposes!!)

-> my version of Marika did & does honestly love her children, so there will occasionally be some kind of this aspect in my RP’s unless asked/discussed otherwise.

-> on my blog, Marika is the one that give her youngest twins the seed to grow the ‘Hailg-Tree’. 

-> Marika on this blog threw away a part of herself that became the Gloam-Eyed Queen.

-> Queen Marika, after the jarring of her people because of the hornsent, she was made to be more or less a ‘Saint’ for their people & she was mostly ‘raised/re-educated’ by the grandam afterwards.

[anotherwriternamedclara]

436 notes.. i think this is a sign to write another megumi fic and make it better! ofc after i finish admiring from afar-

happy birthday, megumi! hbd to our sea urchin king ilysm :D<3 | wc: 322 | non sorcerer au i think?? also yn loves christmas and balloons very very very much

Megumi had thought you’d forgotten his birthday.

With Christmas coming up, you were so preoccupied with the holiday – decorating the apartment, buying presents, baking Christmas cookies. It was your favorite holiday, after all, and Megumi didn’t want to add another weight to your shoulders. Just a few days ago he had seen you crying over a spoiled batch of cookies. Although he held you and brushed the tears out of your eyes and baked another batch with you, he couldn’t help but think you had enough to deal with already. His birthday would just be something else to worry about.

Imagine his surprise when he woke up that morning and saw the decorations you had put up for his birthday.

It wasn’t much, really. You knew that he liked to keep things simple, so you did just that. Silver balloons hung from the ceiling, spelling out HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGUMI! A chocolate cake was cooling on the nightstand. Another HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGUMI! was written in icing on top, with red hearts around his name (which made him blush a little). Two balloon dogs were leaning against his bed – one white, and one black, matching the two dogs fast asleep on the nearby dog bed.

Sure, he had heard you blowing balloons during the night, but he assumed it was for more Christmas decorations. After all, you weren’t above hanging mistletoe everywhere it was physically possible (and it’s not like he was going to complain, as he was enjoying all the kisses he was receiving from you).

Megumi gazed at your sleeping figure, still passed out beside him on the bed. He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. How could he have ever thought you, the love of his life, would ever forget his birthday? Even without you awake at this moment, he already felt like the luckiest man in the world. He knew it would be his best birthday yet.

a/n: pretend it's still dec 22. i'm not late. i swear. also i really do not like this fic but that's because it was very rushed 💔 so sorry megumi i know you deserve better pookie 😭 i WILL write a really good really fire megumi fic i promise!! just wait. ily all if you read this i'm kissing you on the mouth 💗💗

[mahgyu]

Choso smut + N$FW audio

• minors do not interact! 

──── Choso was feeling so strange about receiving a blowjob for the first time in his life.

And even though it was a new sensation for him, it was surprising. Choso had restless hands, unsure where to put them, his tongue came out of his mouth, wetting his dry thin lips. Choso's cock felt heavy on your tongue, spreading the drops of pre-cum that gathered above the slit, his skin was hot, essentially burning at your touch. He let out a short moan as he felt your wet silky tongue moving slightly under the head of his penis. You used your hands to anchor yourself, your nails leaving crescent moons on the surface of his thick muscular thighs as you gripped him.

On impulse, Choso entered your flexible mouth with more force, the sudden act causing you to gag, which immediately made Choso concerned when he noticed.

But you were quick to reassure him, smiling wickedly at him while still holding him in your mouth. You then moved your fingers down to his heavy balls, caressing them firmly, eliciting a sudden moan from Choso.

"So you're the type who enjoys choking games, Cho? What a dirty boy you're proving to be, huh?" You tease, smiling even wider when you notice him shrinking back shyly. You resume sucking him, this time faster and squeezing him harder.

"N-no, I didn't mean to do t-that, shit, please, slower" He tries to explain as he struggles not to reach his limit yet. The uncomfortable sensation from the beginning was barely present now as pleasure took over.

"Ah, baby, it's okay. You can fuck my throat if you want" Your voice, sounding so velvety while saying such promiscuous things, left Choso mesmerized.

He murmurs softly and you feel the blockage in your throat open up as Choso's cock reaches deeper, but this time slowly. Your mouth gradually closes around Choso's penis, getting tighter for him with each second as he settles shakily into you.

And Choso settled into your little mouth, moaning louder as he felt your throat around him, pushing himself into you until your nose bumped against his pelvis. His head tilted back and eyes tightly shut, his shoulders rising and falling erratically as he frantically tried to control his breathing.

"A-ah, that's it, so deep" Choso says hoarsely, now allowing himself to stroke your hair. You murmured in acknowledgment, running your nails along his thighs, sending shivers down his skin. Choso's breath caught when your throat vibrated around him, causing you to shift position as your pussy became uncomfortably wet, craving touch.

Choso's grip on your hair tightened, now using it to guide your head down rather than having to push into you. His brows furrowed, lips parting in a soft moan as he guided your mouth up and down along his shaft. Your tongue tracing the veins that slightly protruded on his skin, the salty taste of pre-cum coating your mouth entirely. Drool accumulated at the back of your throat and dribbled from the corners of your mouth each time Choso entered or withdrew. You sucked the saliva and pre-cum that flooded your mouth, causing him to feel your throat tighten around his cock every time you swallowed.

"I knew you liked this, you pervert " You tease again, amused and breathless, while Choso, in turn, has his lips curling into a small satisfied smile as he drifts further into his own pleasure.

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Finally, Choso's version!! (I think this needs to be turned up a bit more to be heard better)

Which one do you suggest should be next?

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[lucyandthepen]

get you alone | ljn ( m )

ideally, jeno should have his hands full with teaching. (un)fortunately, he only seems to have his head full of you.

pairing: tutor!jeno x reader verse: college au rating: r ( minors, do not interact! ) warnings & tags: jeno is a college algebra math tutor & reader is failing, written in lapslock, not beta’d in any shape or form so please excuse mistakes, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, folks), piv, oral (f!receiving), use of pet names (kitten, angel, sweetheart), praise, reader calls jeno ‘sunbae’ until she doesn’t, size kink i guess if u squint! word count: 8.5k

a/n : actually this was written for a different fandom but i’ve decided to make it a jeno fic bc idk why not! first time writing in a different perspective so it’s a bit odd for me & i can't say i fw with this style nor am i particularly proud of this fic but she is ... sumn! also i fear i have a thing for the math tutor trope but that’s neither here nor there AHA enjoy !! 

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there wasn’t anything special about your case; at least, that’s what jeno had thought when he picked up your request before he met you. before he met you, you were just another student trying to demystify the painfully enigmatic art of getting through college algebra. before he met you, he had already tagged this case as another charity stint — a good way to get brownie points with the dean’s office and the mathematics and natural sciences department. in fact, thinking of all his tutoring cases as community service made them somewhat palatable, if not a little forgettable. he was quite sure, at the time, that you’d be in and out — both of the tutoring center and his memory. such was the case with most of his other tutees, anyway. 

he hadn’t expected you to be… well, you — a pretty little thing, with your sweet smile and your wide doe eyes. on the first day, you’d stood out; you’d arrived at the tutoring center’s lobby in a short dress, knit cardigan, and coquettish makeup, as if every fiber of your being were bidding the spring a solid farewell. multiple heads had turned, including his, as you came up to the front desk and asked for one lee jeno for college algebra. you were eager for summer, jeno had learned as you broke the ice little by little, in part because you looked forward to visiting okinawa with your family, but also because you were eager to get your first semester out of the way. that much, you had in common with most of his other students — almost all of the ones seeking help in college algebra only took it as a depressing core requirement of whatever degree they were doing. you, specifically, were focusing on fashion design; that very vividly explained your attention to your looks. this mathematics class was a thorn in your side, a mandatory thing that was simply supposed to get you through later business-oriented classes in your degree program. for jeno, however, college algebra had become the perfect excuse from the moment he’d laid eyes on you. 

the more time he spends with you, the more he thinks you’re exactly his taste. it starts off with little things he finds attractive, things he picks up while he’s watching you fill out the practice sheets he’s prepared for you on quadratic equations or while trying to get you to understand logarithms — your neat, tiny handwriting, almost like print; your habit of boxing your final answers in firm strokes, even if they’re hopelessly wrong; your colored tabs, cascading down the page side of your textbook. but as the weeks wear on, he sees all the little things in between — the way your long eyelashes quiver when you stop and close your eyes as you think for the answer, the upturn of your plush lips when you have the same answer on the practice sheet as he does, the deepening of your artificial blush with a natural hue when you realize you don’t know the answers to his gentle questions. he notices that you refuse to wear anything longer than a knee-length skirt despite the still-strong winds, notices that your tiny palms are always smooth and pink, that your hair always smells of coconut milk. these are things he can’t help but jot down in his memory — that was exactly what you were, after all: memorable. 

and the more he remembers about you, the more jeno wants you. yet he’s never made a move, never given so much as a hint of his interest, not only because there are prying eyes all around the building but also because you have never so much as shown a smidge of desire back. in fact, he has to wonder if you’ve ever thought of him in a different capacity — not as a tutor, but as a man. if you have, you’ve never made that obvious; you always talk to him respectfully, the little wall you’ve erected between the both of you remaining steady, and you never let your eyes linger on his face for longer than it takes for him to explain what you don’t know. jeno has had his fair share of female students, and in all of them, he’s seen the same kind of hunger — to few, he’s catered to their whims, if only to pass the time, if only for his own benefit. but you, with your ribbons in your hair and your sweet, sweet mouth, have never once shown that same kind of desire. 

he doesn’t know if it frustrates him, but he does know one thing — it makes him want you all the more. 

he wants you even now, as you sit across from him, dolled up as usual. even now, as your eyes take on a glassy sheen of defeat, your cheeks puffing out in the way that tells him you’re admonishing yourself once again, he craves you — maddeningly so. and he realizes that it doesn’t really matter if you're not the one to fall first, as long as he can still have you. 

“time out,” you beg, your fingers meeting the palm of your hand to signal a break. “my brain feels like it’s going to explode.”

“you just had a break ten minutes ago,” jeno reminds you, though there’s a lighthearted amusement to his voice that makes you smile sheepishly. “at this rate, you’ll be on more breaks than you’ll be taking the time to actually learn.”

“i’m trying,” you groan, your fingers curling against your forehead as you bump your head against your fist. “i just don’t think i’m cut out for this polynomial whatever — trial and error bullshit.” 

“you’ll hate me for saying this — but you’ll never know unless you keep trying.” 

“funny.” your sigh rustles the papers in front of you gently. “how do you do it, sunbae?”

“hm?” 

“you’re not only good at this stuff, but you’re so good you’re able to take the time to teach people like me.” 

“strengths and weaknesses — it’s the natural way of the world.” jeno smiles gently at you, and he notes how his chest feels tighter when you return the sentiment shyly. “i could never do what you’re doing in your own degree, try as i might. anyway, you’ll get there. i won’t let you become my first ever failed project, you know.”

“i wouldn’t want to let you down either, sunbae, but—” the back end of your pencil taps lightly against the surface of the table. “it just feels hopeless. i can’t focus on anything. it’s so… so abstract, and everyone here is talking all at once, and i don’t even know what i’m ever going to get out of this class in the long run.” 

even when you’re dejected, you look pretty; your bottom lip juts out naturally when you whine like this, and for a moment, jeno can’t say anything in response. he’s too busy wondering what your mouth would feel like on his — on him. when he snaps himself out of his brief reverie, he notices you’re looking around at everyone else — and he has to agree that with the noise level in this whole building, it isn’t the most conducive site for learning, especially when the learner is already so averse to the subject matter.

“i can’t help much in the way of it being too abstract,” he says kindly. “but it’s not a requirement for us to have our sessions here. i know it can be quite distracting, all these voices flying around, so why don’t you look for a place that better suits you, and we can start meeting there instead? the more comfortable you are in your environment, the better you’ll be able to absorb the material, i’m sure.” 

“you think?” your pencil comes to a slow halt as you refocus on him, a thoughtful light glimmering behind your gaze. “yeah — yeah, i actually wouldn’t mind that. then, i’ll look for a different place for us to meet, and we can start there next week. how does that sound?”

“whatever suits you suits me,” he responds easily. 

he lowers his gaze immediately after you flash him a blinding grin; there are far too many people here, as you both very well know, and if he keeps looking at you and your pretty little expressions any longer, he might just give them something to actually look at. 

it had been your idea, not his, so why did jeno feel like he’d dragged you into a compromising situation?

you’d texted him over the weekend that your search for a new venue had been absolutely fruitless; every cafe and study space you’d been to was either too expensive or equally as packed with people, if not both. jeno had seen the preview to your message, but he hadn’t been prepared for what it read out in full when he’d actually opened it. 

sunbae, would it be too difficult to just meet at my apartment? i attached a map, so let me know!

it wouldn’t be too difficult; logistics-wise, it was walking distance from campus and almost directly across the train station he takes home. it also definitely promised an environment you were comfortable in, and you wouldn’t have to worry about excess noise from any other tutoring groups. no, the difficulty really only lied in himself — you two, all alone, would certainly mean his mind would be up to no good for the two hours every monday, wednesday, and thursday you would be together. 

but for your sake, he’d try to rein it in, with the operative word being try. 

your place is as neat and as pretty as you are; he doesn’t know if you’ve cleaned up for him, or if you’re naturally this organized, but he likes it all the same. it smells of toasted marshmallow and expensive perfume, and all your furniture matches. jeno supposes he likes that in a woman — someone able to care for herself, someone who cares about herself. and you’re always just as neat and pretty to match, with your hair always styled sweetly, your makeup always enhancing your features. 

the problem is that now that he’s in here, where you live, and where you spend most of your time, jeno’s mind seems to wander too much towards thoughts about what you do in private. he rejects studying on the couch, not just because it’s bad for posture and concentration but also because he can’t help but imagine you pressed into the cushions by his hand. he suggests the small dining table you have, but on the second meeting at your place, he starts thinking about what you might look like seated on the table, your ass hanging over the edge and his face buried between your thighs. whenever you look up to ask him something, he drinks in your lovely, made-up face again, and starts wondering what your makeup would look like ruined before he interrupts that trainwreck of a thought with the answer to your question. 

by the end of the week, jeno’s defenses are all but shot, and he realizes that this situation might be optimal for you, but it definitely isn’t doing him and his now constantly straining cock any great favors. 

he supposes that your performance has somewhat improved; you’re less likely to trail off when you’re thinking and can actually do practice sets for a lot longer without all the noise and hubbub around you. your only real hindrance is yourself and your frustration; you have a habit of giving into your carelessness that sends you spiraling into despair, and it doesn’t help that when you press your cheek against the surface of your dining table and whine, the comfort jeno offers is noticeably delayed because he’s too busy thinking about his cock between your lips. 

“my dad’s going to kill me if i fail this midterm,” you grumble, stabbing the practice sheet with your pencil; it skids sideways, and jeno robotically fixes it back into proper alignment for you, careful not to brush against the arm that’s folded inwards, supporting your chin. “he only agreed to let me take this degree because of the business aspect of it. as if i’ll need to know about—” you check the header of the worksheet. “domain and range when i’m doing actual design work.”

“you’ll never know what might be useful later on in life. i definitely thought this was nonsense back in high school — and then i got this job.” 

“and now you’re rolling in dough?” you smile slightly. jeno chuckles. 

“i’m a long way away from having myself a scrooge mcduck golden pool, but i make enough to get by very comfortably, thanks to this.” 

“thanks to me, you mean.”

“you’re not my only student,” he snorts, pinching your elbow; you cry out exaggeratedly. “focus up. the hour’s almost over, and you should have finished with this much earlier.”

“can you leave it as homework?”

“not a chance.”

you blow out a sharp puff of air. “my mom used to do this thing where she’d give me rewards if i did well with my homework. i wish i’d still get something out of this.” 

“what kind of rewards did she give you?” 

“chocolates — candy, or sometimes we’d go out for milk tea together, if i did a particularly good job.”

“this is math tutoring, not a trip to the dentist,” jeno says, amused. 

“a trip to the dentist would be more enjoyable,” you mutter under your breath, picking up your pencil and doodling an angry face next to the number you’re only halfway through solving. “this totally blows.” 

“try to finish this before the hour’s up, and i’ll see if i can get you something nice. out of my own paycheck,” he stresses, prodding at your cheek to shift your attention back to the paper. he doesn’t miss the fact that your eyes light up, childish as the promise is. 

he doesn’t know if that’s really what motivates you, but you do manage to finish the worksheet with a few minutes to spare before the clock hits seven, and that earns you some light, solo applause. it isn’t much by way of true praise, but you flush with pride all the same. jeno packs his things in silence as you get yourself a glass of water, and you see him to the door. only there does he notice your eager eyes, your expectant smile. 

“what’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”

“are you really going to give me a reward? i did great today, you know,” you respond bluntly. 

“you were serious about that?” he laughs. 

“absolutely. i earned it.” you raise a slim finger, wagging it in his face. he trails it with his gaze, no shortage of amusement in his eyes. “next monday, i want something sweet.”

jeno takes in the sight of you, keeping your door open with your hip; he wonders if you know what you’re doing to him, what you’re asking of him — if you even know there’s nothing that could possibly be sweeter than you at this very moment. he drinks in the sight of your feigned haughty expression on your pretty features, the unnervingly low dip of your tank top, the tempting hemline of your shorts, and feels like you must be aware of what he’s going to do next. 

“if it’s something sweet you want, you don’t have to wait until next week.” 

he does it before he can think it through — surely, there’s nothing too harmful about a quick kiss? he angles your chin upward with his thumb and forefinger before you can even react to his words, and he tastes you like that for the first time. you’re just as soft and as sweet as he’d imagined, if not more so. 

when jeno pulls away, you step back; there’s shock written all over your face, your mouth still hanging open slightly. your voice is gentle, shaky when you start speaking. 

“sunbae, wha—”

“see you next week. rest up over the weekend, or there’ll be consequences.” 

he finds it easy to joke with you now, even after what he’s done — finds it easy to wave goodbye with nonchalance as he walks to the elevator, now that he’s gotten one thing out of his system. the look on your face, the growing blush across the bridge of your nose and your temples is indication enough for jeno to feel confident — if you hadn’t thought about him that way before, you were sure to spend the next few days doing exactly that. 

it’s exactly a week before your midterm exam, and jeno notices you’re less than focused. 

he’d let you stew over the weekend, not expecting much by way of communication; indeed, his phone hadn’t once been jostled by your texts. he’d taken that silence to assume that you’d been wrapped up in thoughts of the kiss he’d left you with, and you did not disappoint on that front; the next monday saw you fidgety, flushed, and constantly faltering in your words. you asked less questions, which normally indicated a problem, but today, he’d let it slide; you definitely had a little too much on that pretty little brain of yours. 

he notices you’re still dolled up — your eyelids are shimmery, and your lips are glossy; you’re wearing a tennis skirt that hits all the right buttons for him, too. it’s true that you’re always pretty well-dressed and put together, but today somehow feels different. if before, jeno had always seen you dressed up simply to look good, today it feels a little more like you’re dressed up to look good for him. he knows it’s a little bit egotistical to assume as much, but he also doesn’t miss the side glances you throw at him when you think he’s not looking at you answering your textbook or the way your cheeks glow when you make the slightest bit of eye contact. 

still, you try to focus as much as you can; it’s adorable, in fact, to see all your valiant efforts to appear unperturbed. he figures he’ll play along for as long as you will — what matters to him, after all, is that you’re in the game to begin with. you complain less today, focus on your worksheets, and jeno even manages to witness the sight of your forehead creasing up as you concentrate on a particularly difficult item. you’re adorable, in the kind of way that makes him want to pin you down and have his way with you. 

you finish your work without a fuss today; you only actually asked for his help twice, which was a feat in and of itself. and again, when the session is over, you walk him to the door.

this time, when you linger, he waits; you’re clearly not good at hiding your true intentions, as it’s become clear you have something you want to say. as you try to piece your thoughts together, jeno reaches into his backpack’s front pocket and extracts today’s gift — an actual chocolate bar, albeit a rather run of the mill one. 

“what’s this?” you ask, your thought process clearly derailed as confusion takes over your features. 

“your reward. for a good job last week and today — you said you wanted one, didn’t you?” 

“but i thought—” you stop yourself, your mouth opening and closing, suddenly wordless. jeno grins. 

“not good enough? i picked that up from a convenience store on my way here, so it definitely isn’t anything special, but i thought it would at least be a good motivator.”

you’re turning red, and there’s turmoil in your eyes — he enjoys this, he realizes, the way he flusters you. if he had known this would be the result, he would have made a move much sooner. you shift your weight from one foot to the other, back and forth, obviously weighing out your options too. finally, you say, “alright.”

“you seem disappointed.”

“i’m not.”

“i’ll get you a better brand next time, if you really don’t like it.” 

“it’s not that.”

“so what is it?” he doesn’t expect you to say it, and you don’t defy expectations; your bottom lip just quivers, and jeno chuckles low under his breath, stepping forward just past your doorway, just a little bit closer to you. “don’t tell me you wanted something completely different?”

you don’t say so, but he knows; he can tell by the way you tilt your head back, the way your lips part slightly, the gloss still trailing along the seam. he can tell by the way your torso arches just a little bit closer, almost like an accident. he can tell by the way your eyes bore into his, almost pleading. 

“what you did last week…” you start, but your voice trails off into nothing soon after. he chuckles again.

“ah, that. i might have gotten ahead of myself.” 

“was that all?” you press.

“and what would you do, if it wasn’t?”

“well — do you always like to play games?”

“i have a penchant for playing with my food before i eat it, if that answers your question.” he smiles down at your still-reddening face. “i was giving you a reward, as you wanted. i came up short on options then and there. you’ll let it slide this once, won’t you?”

“you did that just because i did well last week?”

“of course.”

“well, i did well today, too.” 

“you did, and that’s why you have this.” he gestures to the chocolate bar in your hand. 

“i don’t want this.” your voice is stubborn now, heated and frustrated, and you stuff the chocolate back into his hand. you must not like having to ask for something so blatantly — it’s too bad jeno wants to hear it in those exact words. 

“tell me what you really want, then.” 

you’re still unable to find the words, but your hands do the talking for you; they press into his shoulders and give you leverage to tiptoe until you’re just close enough to his lips. but you don’t close that gap, your mouth quivering only inches away from his, and oh, jeno wants to toy with you, but you’re just too irresistible this close to him. his warm palms press against your jaw, keeping your face steady as he closes the gap, and this time, he doesn’t just get a brief taste of you — jeno claims your lips with the thirst of a man who’s stumbled upon an oasis in the desert. 

you must have thought about this moment long and hard over the weekend, because the nonchalant side of you that’s turned a blind eye to him is completely gone; he drinks in your soft noises and short, breathless gasps — all signs of your eagerness — until he’s drunk on the taste of you. the deeper the kiss gets, the less you can keep up, but you try, and jeno always likes rewarding your efforts, his wide tongue taut and flush against your tiny one in the sweet, warm cavern of your mouth. he licks every inch of it, leaves the mild nicotine taste of himself there, before he pulls away slowly. your eyes are still closed when he creates distance, fluttering open in a happy haze a few seconds later. 

“good enough for you?” he murmurs, tucking a soft lock of hair behind your ear. you hum in assent through your dazed smile, and jeno knows he won’t be the only one looking forward to this coming wednesday.

you’d done really well today.

jeno’s proud of you — prouder than he’s been of most of his students in his career here at the university, actually. you’d finally answered a worksheet almost perfectly, save for a couple of numbers where you’d forgotten to round up, and those things are absolutely negligible at this point (by his books, anyway). you’ve been on your best behavior yet, avoiding all forms of complaint, and he knows fully well why, but he won’t criticize you for your hard work all the same, no matter the motivation behind it. 

in fact, you’ve done so good that he doesn’t wait until he’s about to leave to give you your sweet reward — which is why, twenty minutes before he’s meant to go, he’s got you on your couch, your legs spread, each one hooked over his shoulders. 

truth be told, you’d been good way before the lesson had started; you’d answered the door in a crop top and the tiniest pair of shorts you’ve dared to wear yet — all clothes that you couldn’t yet wear outside yet, given the weather. selfishly, jeno is thankful for this fact, and if he had to list down other things he’s thankful for, just off the top of his head, it’s that you no longer meet in the tutoring center and that your apartment’s walls seem thick and well-reinforced. 

“sunbae, don’t tease me.” your silly little whining voice makes its first appearance of the day, but all jeno does is smile — it’s an almost wicked expression, set firmly between your thighs. “you said i did really well today. don’t tell me you’re backing out on rewarding me?”

“not at all, sweetheart,” he hums, pressing a small kiss to your inner thigh. he likes seeing you shiver at the contact, likes the way you’re chewing on your lip in what appears to be slight agitation. “just thinking of how much of a reward you deserve.” 

in all honesty, jeno would like to take every bit of you now; you’re already so ready for him, anyway. he can smell the faint perfume of your arousal, can see the way you’re anticipating the most from him, and a part of him doesn’t want to deny you of that. the larger part of him has dreamed of burying his cock into you, anyway, and why wouldn’t he do that? but something also tells him to wait — or, rather, to make you wait, to make you want him just a little more. 

and so, he decides.

his mouth finds your skin again, pressing kisses up your thigh; they get wetter, hotter as his mouth moves up, until his nose and lips are buried against your clothed core. you squirm in response, but his grip on your thighs keeps you relatively steady, even as his tongue presses against thin fabric. the wet muscle pushes sharp against your tiny entrance, the tip meeting slight resistance against your shorts and panties, but he finds a way, burying half his tongue in alongside damp cloth. 

you’re already wet like this, and so needy that it might be possible for jeno to get you off just like this, still clothed, but the hunger in him spikes once you call out to him. 

“sunbae, please…”

with a groan, his fingers yank the fabric aside, exposing your pussy to the warmth of his breathing. it’s as pink, as pretty, as tiny as the rest of you, as fuckable as he’d imagined it would be, and he wastes no time in pressing his tongue flat against your folds, dragging it up in a wide, messy stripe; the muscle only tenses when it bumps against your clit, his tongue flicking upwards to tease it. 

you’re so reactive, even at the slightest things — you whimper, you squeeze your eyes shut, you squirm. you’re begging to be fucked, and jeno’s cock is strained tight against his jeans, but your taste is so addicting that he can’t help but dive back in. his tongue eases between your folds now, spreading them apart until they’re lewd and sticky with his saliva, and the nub of your clit has grown so pronounced now — so pert and lovely that he can’t help but purse his lips around it and suck with excess force. 

“sunbae — f—fuck,” you mewl; you almost sound tearful. “f—feels so good…”

jeno wants to tell you how fucking good you taste, how beautiful the sounds you’re making are, but his mouth is too busy; his teeth rake down your cunt lightly, earning him a jerk of your hips, and he has to place pressure down on your thighs again to make sure you’re still enough for him to slip his tongue into your cunt. 

he can tell even just by that how tight you’d be around him; your walls are warm around his tongue, and there’s a pressure against the muscle that tells him how good it’d feel for his cock to take its place. as if to simulate his desires, he presses his tongue deeper in, fucks you shallowly with its wetness until your whimpers become little sobs, broken and choked back. his thumb drags across your slit then settles against your clit, and he can feel the thrum of your pulse against the pad of his finger, beckoning him. he complies, easily, thumb tracing circles around the nub that start off slow, only for him to ramp up the pace alongside his tongue. 

you’re easily at fault for that; the way you whine for him, call him sunbae, tell him how good it feels over and over — why wouldn’t he want more of you? 

he’s not sure which of you really earns the sweet reward today; you cum on his tongue, your cunt trembling against his mouth and your fingers threaded into his hair, but he’s the one who comes out licking his lips like he’s had the best treat of his damn life.

come the middle of next week, jeno finds himself face to face with a test paper — one already clearly marked, with a number circled on the top-right corner. ninety. a stellar grade for anyone, and especially for you. 

you know it, and you look absolutely triumphant; you’re practically shining as you perch on your little dining table, your perfectly manicured finger jabbing at the score in emphasis. 

“flying colors, wouldn’t you say?” 

“color me impressed,” jeno replies smoothly, a genuine smile of pride tugging at his lips; he turns the page over, scanning your responses. you still draw your parabolas a little on the small side, making them a bit difficult to discern, and you’ve still got the habit of not rounding your answers up, but this is tremendous work, and he’ll be the first to praise you for it. “your dad must be filled to the brim with joy now, right?”

“i haven’t told him yet. you were the first.”

“well, i’m proud of you, sweetheart.” 

“proud enough to give me a reward?” 

he looks down at you in feigned thoughtfulness. here you sit, back in your little tennis skirt, looking up at him with hopeful eyes under those long, curled lashes. for someone who spent the first half of this semester acting ostensibly nonchalant, you’d very easily shown your true colors soon after — not that he really minds. in fact, he’s taken a decided kind of liking to how eager and willing you’ve come to be. 

“we’ve only just started our session, though,” he hums out, an idle thumb grazing his chin as he watches your expression turn from bright to cloudy, the beginnings of strategy darkening your gaze. it’s not like he wants to say no; he has no real intention to. but seeing you squirm in want makes him feel good about his decision to hold out a little longer — never mind the ache in his cock even then. “don’t we usually leave the rewards for a later time?” 

“i was thinking — since it’s the start of a new lesson —” 

“we wouldn’t want you falling behind from the start, would we?”

“i promise i won’t,” you pout. “i promise i’ll put in my best effort next time.” 

“next time? sweetheart, don’t tell me you’re thinking to get off scot-free today…” jeno trails off, his hand falling to the nearest surface it can reach — which, logic seems to dictate, is your soft, milky thigh. he feels you tense under his palm, and he bites back a smile, keeping his expression level. “i just don’t know.”

your small hands grip at the front of his shirt, and he hears you, for the first time, doing something he’s always wanted to hear you do. 

“please, sunbae?”

how could he say no to you? he hadn’t really planned on it, had only wanted to see you do this, but it’s still too much and beyond his expectation — your misty gaze, your quivering lip. it’s almost laughable that you don’t think he’d notice the way you shift yourself so that his hand, still warm against your thigh, slides up your skin, the hem of your skirt bunched up in the junction between his thumb and forefinger.

jeno chuckles — isn’t this exactly where and how he’s always wanted you? “how could you ask me like that and expect me to refuse, angel? in that case, i have no real choice but to dedicate all our time today to your reward.” 

your breathing hitches — in anticipation, in desire, in excitement — as his hand continues its trail upward, deliberately now, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. his head dips down, rests into the crook of your neck, and he inhales the thick, sweet scent of your perfume, your shampoo, of you and all that he’ll take from you. 

“just remember, you asked for this,” he murmurs against your skin. “so i’m going to take every bit of you until there’s nothing left for anyone else.” 

you’re so willing, so ready even before he can get his full bearings; your hips are rising slightly off the table, and jeno feels like it’s you that’s telling him to move faster. he tugs down your panties, letting gravity take its course until they’re a tiny puddle of fabric on the floor, and he slots himself between your legs. like this, you have no choice but to spread, and you do so without hesitation, your knees locking against his sides as he pulls you in for a tight, hungry kiss. there’s that taste of you he loves, that clean, sweet buzz that draws him in, and his hands are bruisingly tight on your waist as he reclaims your lips. 

you already look dazed when he pulls away, which is always cute, but a little unfair — jeno wants you to be aware still when he takes you, and damn, if he doesn’t want to take you right fucking now. he kisses you again, harder and more demanding, as if willing your attention back to him, while his hands explore you — run up your thighs, fingers brushing against the plush curve of your ass. it’s not enough, not by a long shot, and he’s pushing the waistline of your skirt up your stomach with his hands, letting his warmth transfer onto your skin; he chuckles as your stomach sucks inward at his touch, just as you let out a gasp against his lips.

and he wants desperately to hear that noise again; in fact, he wants to know what you sound like in every capacity. his mouth works down your neck, pleased to find that suckling wet and languid on a spot just above your collarbone has you writhing and whimpering. are you sensitive or touch-starved? whatever the reason, he wants to draw all of that out of you, his hands drawing back down to hook under your thighs. jeno drags you to the edge of the table, until your bare cunt is flush against the front of his jeans, and he lets you feel him — a brief tease of what’s to come. 

“i’m s—so wet already,” you whisper, as if he doesn’t know — as if you know it’s exactly what he wants to hear anyway. “sunbae, please, i need you.”

“not that,” he murmurs, his teeth grazing your collarbone as he speaks. “not sunbae. jeno. call me jeno, angel.”

“jeno,” you exhale shakily, and it’s music to his ears — as if the last thing holding him back from you had shattered. 

“that’s it — what a good girl,” he purrs, his hips rocking forward against your pussy before they retract, leaving just enough space for his hand to slip between. slender fingers trail down your folds, sticky and slick. “you are all wet for me, aren’t you? ready to take me deep inside?” 

even the way you nod, a tiny movement of assent, drives him wild, yet a part of him still wants to test the limit of your patience, his middle finger stretching to circle your entrance. 

“wouldn’t want to shock your tiny little pussy, though, would i? will you let me stretch you out first, kitten?”

“yes,” you mewl, sounding almost tearful. “anything— anything, please.”

jeno drinks in the long, drawn-out keen you set free when his digit sinks into you; he’s already felt your walls against his tongue, but a small part of him is still surprised at just how tight you are. that same part nags that he might not fit easily into you, but whatever that voice is is easily drowned out by a more assertive promise — he’ll make it fit. 

“can’t tell you how much i’ve wanted to feel your pretty little hole around my cock,” he presses on, his finger pushing deeper in; he feels you tense a delicious kind of tightness, as if it’s almost too much for you. is it? “ever since that first day you came into the tutoring center, dressed up all cute — did you do that on purpose, sweetheart?”

“yes,” you admit, breathless; the syllable is lengthened into a weak moan as jeno pumps his finger into you, slow, deep strokes that tease your tacky walls open. “wanted — wanted to make a good impression…”

“and you did, didn’t you? kept looking so sweet for me, so pretty every single time — got me thinking about all the ways i wanted to have you. got me so fucking hard every time we’d meet — is that what you wanted?”

jeno doesn’t give you much room to respond, but he can make his own answers to appease himself anyway; he reclaims your lips, already eager for another taste of you, and you comply with the same amount of desire, your soft whimpers melting against his teeth. in the space of pseudo silence, wet, messy noises, he manages to tease another digit into you, and you cry out against his lips as it pushes in, joining the first in how deep it reaches. he absorbs that too, takes in every minute sound you make, relishes the way you pulse around his fingers. even without the noises, he can tell your pleasure’s heightening, with the way you clench around him, your hips rocking pitifully as you’re eager to rut against his palm. 

“look at you now.” he’s selfish, but he doesn’t care — he wants to ruin you, and if the telltale squelch of your cunt as he fucks his fingers into it isn’t indication enough, then the way your mouth hangs open as he pulls away, letting his name fall freely from your lips, definitely is. “legs spread, all desperate to feel good for me. what a needy little kitten you are. this good enough for you, angel?”

you shake your head, only to squeal as he pulls you closer, his fingers shoving deeper into you; your hips are re-angled, allowing him to brush the pads of his digits against the rough, sweet spot, and he feels triumph bloom in his chest as you throw your head back, teary eyes squeezed shut.

“no, no, no,” you babble, and he can see the bob of your throat as you swallow hard, clutching at sense to make words. “want — need your cock, want to cum on your cock so badly, jeno — want you to fuck me, stretch me open, please —”

“greedy, aren’t you?” he murmurs, leaning in to nip at the spot he’d left reddened above your collarbone. “go on then — show me how much you want it. show me what a good girl you are, and cum on my fingers.” 

“but—” 

“come on, angel,” he urges above the squelching noises, increasing surely in volume. his fingers meet resistance when they spread apart inside you, but all it does is create a delicious friction that has you squirming in his hold. “don’t hold back. let me see you fall apart.” 

and you do, so prettily, your eyes rolling back and your voice unrestrained. jeno’s fingers ride you through your orgasm, pumping deep and steady despite how slick you’ve gotten, your juices coating his hand and wrist. he watches the flush rise to your neck, stopping at your cheeks, watches the heaving of your chest, the shine of your skin from a thin sheen of sweat, and he doesn’t want to let you come down from this high, but his cock is aching — practically bursting from his jeans — and all he can do is make the silent vow that the next time you look like this, he’ll be balls deep in you. 

“that’s my girl,” he coos gently, watching the tension slip from your shoulders; his free hand is at the small of your back quickly, easing you down as your torso falls back, and you’re laying on the table. “pretty little thing, aren’t you? cumming so sweetly for me.” 

“jeno,” you groan out weakly, your tiny hand clasping around his wrist. “cock — i want your cock, please—” 

“can’t wait?” he’s indecent for sounding amused, but even that does nothing to stay his arousal; how eager you are simply makes him want you all the more. “okay, angel — since you asked so nicely.” 

a slight twinge of disappointment runs through him as he pulls his fingers out, but it’s quickly buried by the feeling he gets once he gives you a clear sweep of a once-over; how slutty you look, still half-dressed but already half-ruined, your thighs shaking in an effort to keep them open for him, the remnants of your last climax still leaking out of your hole. the sight of you has him so distracted that unbuttoning and unzipping his pants feels like a fever dream of an act; he barely notices what he’s doing until he’s already bare in front of you, and alertness has crawled halfway back into your consciousness as you push yourself up on your elbows to look at him.

“it’s so—” you have the decency to blush, though there’s a pleased look on your face that tells him you’re not really embarrassed. “i didn’t think you’d be this big.” 

“does that worry you?”

“i’ve never had anyone… this big.” pride blooms in his chest — good, he thinks, because if he can’t be as memorable as your first, then he’ll take being the most in something as a prize. “i don’t think — will it fit?”

“does it matter?” he chuckles, and your blush deepens. “no matter what — you’ll take all of me in, won’t you?”

you chew on your bottom lip, as if considering your options, but to jeno, there’s really only one choice — the correct one, and you make it when you nod your head. 

“it’ll feel good, though, you know,” he muses. his hand wrapped around his base, he lines himself up with you, the tip grazing against your folds. “even better than just now.”

with just a little more pressure, he has his shaft flush against you; his girth sits against your slit, the tip pressed against your clit, and he starts to rock his hips — into his fist, against your cunt. your hips quiver, and a shiver runs through you as your pleasure spikes again, but he can tell it isn’t enough. your bottom lip is back between your teeth, and your eyes are flitting between his face and his cock. jeno reaches out, eases your lip out from between your teeth, strokes it gently, almost tenderly. 

“say it,” he commands in a soft, silky voice. 

“fuck me, jeno,” you breathe out, barely missing a beat. “fuck me, fuck my pussy, please.”

and if you ask that desperately, he’ll waste no time; he draws his hips back, dragging his cock down until he’s aligned with your entrance. his eyes are trained on your face, even when he pushes in, so that he can take in your expression — the widening of your eyes as his tip breaches the first wave of resistance, the way your mouth falls agape as his fingers dig hard into your flesh. he’s never seen a prettier sight in his life.

“stretched you out already, but you’re still so fucking tight,” his voice is a soft, melodious croon, a stark contrast to the way he’s forcing past your tightness. “tight and wet, like a good girl.” 

“so big,” you whimper, your fingers stretched far enough to tickle the front of his shirt. “can’t — can’t take it.” 

“of course you can, angel.” jeno doesn’t give you the time to brace yourself fully before he’s rocking his hips in a little more sharply, his cock now halfway into you. your fingers curl into a little fist, immediately flying back to block the noise from your mouth. “ah ah. don’t get shy on me now; you’ve been so noisy for me all this time.”

but he doesn’t really mind the way you clap your palm over your mouth to muffle your high-pitched squeal as he thrusts in fully, the adjustment period after the last movement close to nothing; he’s too busy focusing on how good you feel around him, how warm and wet your insides are. this is heaven, easily, and jeno wants to stay here for as long as he can. 

“god, you’re fucking tight,” he repeats, an appreciatory gaze running over where you’re joined. his thumb stretches over your folds, rubbing them — something of an apology, perhaps, although all it does is stimulate you more, and you shiver at the extra contact. “how deep is it, baby?”

“can feel you here,” you mumble out, your small hand pressing just above your pelvis. he feels the tightness multiply as you place pressure, even just for a moment. “your cock’s so much deeper than anyone else.” 

your hand falls away, limp, as he draws his hips back; you inhale, long and deep, before letting it out as a broken moan when he pushes back in. it drives him crazy, to start off this slow, when all he wants is to find a pace that has you sobbing, but the resistance of your pussy against his length isn’t easy to ignore. jeno works you open, his jaw set and his grip tight against your frame, and it isn’t long before he’s picking up speed, the slap of his flesh against yours fueling him exponentially, mingling with your cries, steadily increasing in volume. 

“that’s it. let everyone hear you,” he eggs on, his thumb now circling tight around your clit; your legs are quivering, threatening to close, but he keeps you steady, one arm wrapped around your thigh. his thrusts grow rougher, more deliberate, and when he looks up from where you’re joined back to your face, he sees your expression as a mixture of incredulity and ecstasy. a thin line of drool hangs from the corner of your mouth, your pretty pink lip gloss smeared, and fuck if he doesn’t want to make sure you look like this every single time he comes over. “let them know who’s fucking you good, angel.”

“j— jeno!” your voice hitches, lilts up as he presses in at a different, deeper angle, and he almost cums right then and there from the way your walls pulse around him. “your cock feels so good, fucking me just right— more, god, more—” 

he complies without hesitation, gathering both your thighs and pushing them closer to your chest; you look even lewder like this, folded in half with your sopping cunt presented to him like it’s all his to take, and it is, isn’t it? there’s an increase in the intensity, the vigor in which he pumps his cock into you, and he knows he’s brushing repeatedly against your spot by the way you’re blubbering his name out in a way that suggests you sincerely think no one else in this building can hear you. 

“that’s my girl,” he hums approvingly, though there’s a thickness in his voice that has him sounding a little more strained. “such a good girl, with your cunt all nice and sloppy for me. do you like it when i go this deep? does it feel good when i fuck you where no one else can?” 

“yes!” you sob out, your hands crumpling the end of your skirt up into tight fists. “jeno, i— cum, i need to cum again, please—”

“i’ve got you, kitten,” his tone is reassuring, a stark contrast to the rigor of his hips. “don’t have to hang on for me, you know; always love seeing you fall apart.” 

“m’close, so close —” 

“let go, then,” he urges, his blunt nails digging into your flesh. “let me feel that sweet cunt cum on my cock.” 

you comply without hesitation, though if you’d done it willingly, he can’t really tell; he has to pin your hips down to stop you from bucking up and causing him to slip out, and you writhe against him as you sob in ecstasy, your walls fluttering before they clench. stray tears leak from your eyes, squeezed shut, and jeno wants nothing more than to eat you up like this — broken, fucked out. 

you’re not even fully down from your high when he feels it — that sudden wrenching in his gut that tells him he’s about to follow suit. with a low groan, he peels your thighs apart again, lets you watch him as he bullies straight into your leaking hole. your voice is a staccato, punctuating every deep, sharp thrust into you, and it’s exactly to that melody that he wants to get off. 

“tell me where you want it, angel.” he doesn’t trust his voice, sharp and short as it is now. “should i mark your pretty face? your stomach?”

“want it against my pussy,” you whisper out, and jeno almost loses his mind as he watches you spread your folds apart with your forefinger and middle finger, inviting him. “make a mess of it, sunbae.”

he’s barely able to pull out before he’s spilling against you; he ruts against your slit, coating your folds and the insides of your thighs in thick, creamy white. you hold your legs apart for as long as you can until they start to tremble, and he catches them and gently eases them down. 

when you sit up to kiss him, you’re still demanding; he feels your hips rock closer, your sticky cunt pressing against the underside of his cock.

“not enough,” you murmur against his lips, and jeno chuckles as you bind your hands around his neck. 

“don’t worry, kitten,” he hums back. “we’ve got all afternoon.”

[juvian]

I wish you could edit polls now cause a part of Tumblr found my poll and it makes me really uncomfortable 😭

[dreamsfromthepsyche]

Not the biggest BKDK fan (they’re talking about Ochako, the TECHNICAL canon love interest btw) but that’s kinda- stupid. If we’re talking middle school BKDK, then yeah.

But if we’re talking END GAME BKDK? Then that’s stupid because Bakugou has grown and changed. He’s been through a lot, and he’s grown as a person.

(Random side note I felt like adding-) If you even MENTION Kacchoko to Hardcore BKDK or Izuocha shippers, you will be MAULED TO OBLIVION BY THE SHIPPERS.

(for context, they're mad at a bakugo/deku shipper for shipping them bc it's "toxic", while saying that the ship between deku and the girl character (i'm sorry i don't know anything abt BNHA D:) is better because it's healthier, and it's more canon)

the ability antis have of caring so much about fictional characters that you liken them to a real serial killer and their victims is so crazy to me.

like what do you MEAN. what are you saying. do you think before you start typing, or are you braindead.

[sednas]

─ YOU'RE STILL MAD?

ও dabi x gn!reader

ও content warnings: ns/fw, hatefuck vibes, degradation

"you're still mad at me?"

of all the moments he could have asked you that question, he chose this one.

"a-are you fucking serious right n... now?" you try to articulate, your hands tugging at the sheets, your eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"answer me." dabi orders, pulling you by your arms so he can go deeper, harder.

he's pounding inside you way too fast for you to stay sane, his angry tip pushing against your most sensitive spot again and again, until you're drooling on the mattress. you're thankful that he's holding your arms right now, otherwise you'd fall flat on the bed under the assault of his thrusts.

"still... mad at you..." you manage to say between your whines.

you hear him laughs mockingly behind you, biding your wrists behind your back and grabbing a handful of your hair to lift your head and look at your face, he slowed his pace, his cock now lazily pumping inside you. you feel him getting closer to you, pushing his chest against your back and forcing you to sink into the bed.

"if you're so mad at me why are you squeezing me so fucking tight right now, mmh?"

you raise your eyes to meet his blue ones, he's arching an eyebrow, his mouth slightly parted, you can see his tongue sliding on his teeth with lust as he waits for your answer.

and you really want to answer, you'd love to put this fucker back into his place, but you can't, not with the way he's grinding against you, not when the heat emanating from his body is so addictive. your legs quiver under his weight and he firmly grabs your waist while his other hand is still binding your wrists together.

"silent treatment uh? let's see how long you can keep it quiet then."

without any warning, he starts thrusting inside you again, fast, his cock ravishing your insides and you bite your lip in pleasure.

"look at you, drooling all over the covers, so fucking pathetic." he mocks and he releases his grip on your wrists to grab both of your arms again.

his roughness makes you clench around him and you can't suppress the moan that escapes your lips when you hear the wet sounds of your two connected bodies.

"gonna cum, dabi... I'm so close!" you cry out and you don't even have to look at his face to know that he's smiling.

"answer me first. are you still mad at me?" he asks again, accelerating his thrusts until you're uncontrollably shaking under him.

drunk on the pleasure he's giving you, your blood pulsing inside your veins, you shake your head stupidly, your tongue almost lolling out of your mouth.

" n-not mad anymore... ah! love you so much dabi... please!" you practically beg him and feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, his hips slamming relentlessly against your ass while he smiles condescendingly.

dabi would love to tease you a bit longer but the way your hole tightens around him like a vise makes him forget his own sadistic nature and you both finally cum together, whines and groans mingling and reverberating around the room. he finally let go of your arms and you fall flat on the bed, completely exhausted, your body still trembling.

"you love me, uh?" he asks with a smirk.

"and where do you think you are right now baby?"

"go to hell dabi." you sigh and bite your lip as you feel his cum dripping out of you.

─ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

[bihansthot]

Hello! Can you write a story about the OC/reader stealing and wearing Bi Han’s uniform, his reaction? Thank you! I hope you are doing well!

Sorry for the wait lovely! Hopefully this is what you had in mind!

You sat on the Grandmaster’s bed in nothing but his tabard, your breasts barely contained by the heavy garment, everywhere else it was loose and flowing and you waited. You weren’t sure how Bi-Han was going to react to you stealing his uniform while he was in the shower, but knowing your lover he wouldn’t be opposed to it, you were hoping it would turn him on.

“Qīn?” His deep voice calls to you, the low timber resonating in your core, “have you seen my uniform, I swear I left it here before my shower.” He stalks into his room, towel slung low across his delicious hips as his flawless torso is on display to you, little rivulets of water cling to his skin before crystallizing into shining diamonds of ice. His shoulder-length, ebony hair hung freely as he walked. He stops when he sees you in nothing but his uniform, his mouth forming a surprised ‘o’ shape as he takes in the sight of you, very quickly his expression darkens with lust and his lips quirk into his signature smirk. “I see there’s a new thief amongst our ranks,” he growls low and circles the bed predatorily.

“Oh, really? Is this yours? I mistook it for mine,” you tease him slightly as you press your thighs together trying to alleviate the mounting arousal you feel as you see the cryomancer eyeing you like prey.

It doesn’t take long before he pounces on you, pinning you to the bed with ease, “what possessed you to wear my clothes,” he pauses to palm your heaving chest, loving the weight of your breasts in his calloused hands. “They don’t even fit qin,” he smirks as he easily pulls your breast out the side of the tabard he brings his cold tongue to the sensitive bud before pulling your nipple into his mouth, enjoying it pebbling immediately at the cold of his mouth.

You sigh and moan lightly as your fingers thread through his wet hair pulling his head closer as arousal pools in your stomach. Bi-Han is being so soft and delicate with you as he palms your other breast and teases your nipple into a stiff peak to match the one in his mouth.

“I love your tits so much qin,” he groans against your chest as he releases his hold on the one in his mouth. A cold hand snakes down your body as two icy fingers prod against your warm, wet opening, you spread your legs wide to accommodate the cryomancer as his fingers sink in.

“Ah! Bi-Han,” you cry out as the cold assaults your body, you don’t have time to worry about the cold though as the cryomancer’s skilled fingers find your sweet spot with practiced precision. He strokes and prods the node as you whimper and whine under him, he teases the bundle of nerves with soft strokes and come hither motions as his cold lips find your neck as he nips and sucks greedily pulling another cry from you.

Bi-Han is in a hurry today it seems as he pulls his fingers free of your warmth and repositions you for his cock, the towel is thrown carelessly to the floor as he runs his cockhead along your silky folds before pressing it in. “Ah fuck,” he breathes, “who’s my good girl? All wet for her Grandmaster already, naughty little thing like you probably got wet just wearing my uniform, does it smell like me? Did that get your little pussy all wet? Just thinking about me wearing it?” He groans as he starts thrusting into you deeply, his cock rearranging your insides to make room for his cock.

“Y-yes Grandmaster, I-I’m a filthy little girl and wanted to smell you while I touched myself but you caught me before I could,” you simper out in between pleasured pants.

His balls slap against your skin as he plows into you, each thrust knocking his fat cock head into your sweet spot as his cock kisses your cervix with every movement. “Such a dirty girl, you couldn’t even wait for me? You needed my cock that badly?” He growls and holds your hips tightly as he continues his onslaught.

You cry out as each thrust pushes you closer and closer to your completion, the arousal starts to become unbearable almost choking as his cock assaults your tight pussy. “B-Bi-Han,” you whimper and warn him of your impending orgasm, but the warning comes a bit too late as your walls clamp tightly around his cock and you tumble over the edge, you cry out loudly as waves of pleasure course through your body. Your head falls back and to the side and you bite your bottom lip hard as your body trembles and convulses in his strong grip.

“Fuck!” Bi-Han nearly yells as your plush walls constrict around his cock and start milking him, eager for his seed, he lets out a low groan as he holds your hips with an icy grip as he frantically slams into you. “Naughty little thing, cumming so quickly, maybe I should cum on your stomach to teach you a lesson,” he threatens.

Your head thrashes from side to side, “no please Grandmaster! Not that! Please! I’m sorry, I’ll be better next time, please, please cum inside me! Please!” You beg frantically as you tighten your pussy, desperate to keep him inside you.

“I guess I’ll oblige this time, since you can apparently at least remember to ask nicely,” he grits out his thrusts becoming sharp and erratic. He stills as his teeth sink into the juncture of your neck to quiet himself as he spills his icy cold cum inside your hot pussy.

You moan loudly as you feel the Grandmaster’s vicious release filling your spent cunt, the sensation always felt so satisfying to you like you did your job properly. Maybe you should steal his clothes more often if this was the outcome.

“Steal my clothes again and you’re going to get a spanking next time too qin,” Bi-Han states as if he could read your mind.

Oh yes, you would definitely be stealing his clothes again, “understood, Grandmaster,” you reply trying to hold back a giggle as you sigh contently as you feel Bi-Han slowly pulling out.

[niefics]

CRAWLING BACK 2 U — P.JS X FEM!READER

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — SYNOPSIS : Reader & jay loose contact after a messy argument about a girl, jay comes crawling back wanting to make her feel good one last time.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — WARNINGS : toxic (?), Fem!reader, cussing, smut with a small plot, pussy eating, dumbification ? NOT PROOF READ!!! Oh and no protection (please wear it), breading kink, slut shaming (?), pet names, slight choking, fingering, cum eating??,, wc ; 2.5k, felt extra nasty ;)))

.�� ݁ ˖ — A/N : long time no see LOLLLL, I just ain’t been having inspo lmao .. also why does nb fw jay fics fr </33, reblogs are much preciated. I hope you like this fic!

Sighing harshly you broke the silence that was in jays apartment. "So who is she ?" You asked crossing your arms looking at him. He looked at you, his eyebrows scrunching. "The fuck does it matter, we aren't dating." Your head snapped back at the sudden words. You knew he wasn't yours, you two never put a label on it but it was blatantly obvious what this relationship was. Friends with benefits that was obviously becoming more.

"It fucking matters because you are fucking me, and you always somehow forget to bring condoms so jay it does fucking matter!" You spoke, you've never snapped at jay but at this moment it was serious. Jay sighed, pinching nose bridge as he said your name. "Look, we are only fuck, okay? Only time you're over is to fuck got it ? We were never more." Jay spoke, his tone cold. The fact that he said you two were never more was irritating, assuming the nights you spent with each other just cuddling and acting lovey dovey was nothing more to him was funny, knowing he was the one who started it all. "So those night we laid up under eachother doing nothing but cuddling was nothing more right? Jay I know we aren't a thing I'm not dumb, but it feels like your fucking playing in my face and I don't like that. Do you want her cause she can have you. You were nothing more then dick to me anyways. You could barely hit the spots that made come anyways." You spoke coldly, grabbing your bag and walking to his front door slipping your shoes on and walking out.

One thing you didn't like was being played, especially by someone you know you can do better with. Months went by with no more interaction you didn't care more worried about yourself. There were night where you did miss jay but at that moment you could care less.

As the rain started to get heavy outside your apartment late at night, you were settled into your bed comfortably, half asleep as your tv blasted in the background for extra noise as you slept cuddled up to your pillow. And just as you were about to hit the deepest part of your sleep cycle you heard a continuous knock from your front door sighing, you got up slip on your house shoes and walking to go look through the peephole. You were surprised  to see the familiar figure of jay, someone you've cut off long ago. You tiredly unlocked the door to see him drenched. "Listen.." you tiredly rolled your eyes. "What are you here for ?" You questioned tiredly. "You.." he spoke, you laughed softly at his nonsense. "You had me once why would I let you have me again?"

He sighed, saying your name softly. "Cmon, it was a stupid argument." You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "You wouldn't answer the question of the bitch you could've been talking to, jay im not gonna let sleep with just anyone whenever you're sleeping with me! You hardly use condoms so why the fuck would I?" You spoke scrunching you eyebrows. "I dropped contact with her, I don't have her number, she's a nobody to me now .. just please let me, make up to you." He spoke stepping closer to you.

And he you were, on your bed, half necked, your shorts you were sleeping was tossed around your room somewhere while your panties were hanging on to your leg as jay sat head deep into your legs, you legs over his shoulders as his hands kept you legs from closing on his as he sucked your clit, humming as he sucked it, the vibrations causing you to moan as your toes would curl. As little gasps and whines came out your mouth, you forgot how good he felt and why you liked jay so much. No matter how bad he would treat you would stay and when you finally left him alone you really couldn't figure out why and now you do remember, it was how good he'd pleasure you, how good he'd make you come and wouldn't stop till he was done. And when he finished he would cuddle you, cradle you, caress the skin he bruised. That's why you liked him so much, no one has ever made you feel this good.

You whined saying his name with your eyes closed, you grabbed onto your nipples giving yourself extra pleasure as he kept going. He stopped sucking your swollen puffy clit to go lower sticking his tongue out to lick your wet slit, causing to gasp making your legs open wider wanting all of him, you missed how good is tongue felt on you pussy, you missed how filling his fingers alone felt. You couldn't make yourself feel as good as Jay could. No orgasm felt as good as the one Jay gave you and you hated that, now matter if you thought about sleeping with another man, it wouldn't feel ass good as it did with jay. The after care wouldn't feel as good as with jay, it was as of tho jay ruined it all for you abs you hated it.

But here you are, a moaning, whining mess as jay licked up your slick prepping to fuck you senseless, he pulled his face away from you cunt rubbing his middle finger into your slick spitting into it giving more slick to work with as he rubbing his finger into your pussy before shoving his finger causing you to gasp at the feeling of his cold digit being inside you, he wasted no time moving it inside and out of you watching you to see how you were feeling, a shit eating grin never failed to meet your gaze as he moved his finger faster with no warning you eyebrows knitted together you tried to keep eye contact your mouth agape before you head fell back and you finally spoke. "Fuck!" You dragged your word out as you found your hand rubbing your clit trying to clinch on his finger. He chuckled.

"Trying to come already baby? Haven't even put the second one in yet. You've missed my fingers this much ?" He spoke shaking his head taking his eyes off your face to you cunt who was damn sure ready for a second finger, he added it as you quickly shut your legs.. well tried to at least. "F .. uh .. ck!" You spoke trying to let it out in a small cry coming out instead. He chucked diving back into your cunt, going back to kissing and sucking on you clit as he fucked his fingers into you, pumping them hitting that spot that made you feel funny. "Yes, jay please don't stop." You whined putting your hand in his hair pulling it, he groaned causing vibrations making you clinch on his fingers as he kept pressing on your good spot. You already felt like the knot in your stomach was about to pop.

"Shit shit shit, jay! Please .. can I come." He pulled off you letting his finger slip out rubbing you clit as he stood up. He shook his head no, humming in a disapproval. "Not right now." He spoke kissing your lips, your slick on his lips and chin, he hummed into the kiss his pants strangling his hardened dick, it twitching in his sweats. He pulled back as he untied it. "Fuck I don't have a condom." You rolled your eyes. "You never have one." He chuckled pulling his pants down, including his underwear his dick springing out with precum leaking. "I'm starting to think you like the risk of cumming in me." He pulled in to kiss you his hand finding it way on your neck. "And you like it, you clench harder Everytime I think about trying to baby trap you." You both knew it was just the feeling of good sex playing a roll in his "threats." You knew jay had a breading kink, but he never dared to fill you up, even with as much begging as you did it was always no.

"You gonna fill me up tonight, make our last time a good one ? Leave me all messy?" He grabbed you by your neck kissing you harder you knew exactly what to do to turn him on, no matter how long it's been. "Turn around, ass up." He pulled back to watch you do so, you tried to take your oversized shirt on. "No, keep it on, I want to have something to pull on." You pouted. "But you have my hair?" He chuckled shaking his head. "Who said I can't have options?" He spoke watching you turn over ass up he walked closer to the bed pulling you to the edge, he put his fingers back into you as you grabbed his dick at stroking it as he pumped his fingers into you making you moan again. You your hand back towards your face into your mouth, spitting into your hand and pulling it back to his hardened member stroking it making him moan at the feeling of the mixture of spit and precum together. "Enough, move you hand." He spoke as you let go and he positioned himself slowing pushing himself in.

A gasp came out your mouth, you nearly forgot how painfully big his dick was, especially when he decided not go missionary, whining at the pain. "Ahh take it, I know you can ?" He spoke as you ran a little from it pushing your ass back down a little as he went down more and more finally hitting the base he gave you time to breath and get used to it. He was a monster after all.

He pulled back, as he started thrusting into you, your eyebrows knitted together as you let him fuck himself into you you lip bitten as you took it, getting used to his dick again you started to moan more freely, he grabbed your shirt, pulling on it as he started pounding into you as you moaned and whined his name like he liked it. "Wait- fuck! Y/n is this my shirt?" He spoke pounding into you, it was so dumb of  him to even try to keep a conversation with you especially in this position, you can never keep up a conversation in the position, he just felt so much deeper when your ass was up like this, you came the most in the position, made you biggest messes in the position. You hummed. "You know I .. fucking hate you not using your words!" He spoke pounding harder. You tried to speak. "Yes! I kept it- fuck! Fells s'good." You moaned. "Your dumb for my dick aren't you? Haven't even been long and here you are all whiny and creamy already on my dick." He groaned.

"And I bet you'd love to feel me feel you up to the brim too." He spoke going faster, your mouth fell agape as you felt so good. "Fuck yes!" You moaned. "So dumb for my cock huh baby? My little cock slut, not even your own fingers can make you feel this good huh?" You clenched on his dick you felt so close yet so far. "Let me here you say it?" He spoke slapping your ass. "Ah! Fuck.. you can only make feel this good jay!" He chuckled pulling on you hair and bring you closer. "Mhm, that's right my dumb slut, nobody can make you feel as good as jay can." His hand snaked around your neck softly squeezing your neck you felt yourself go dumb, you knew you were about to come whining.

"Please please please." You repeated in a whisper. "Please what?" He asked groaning in your ear. "Please let me come." Jay twitched hearing that, kissing your jaw as he felt you clench again. "I'm so, so close please!" He liked when you begged, he liked to see you a mess in general he couldn't help that. "Come baby, make a mess on my dick." He spoke letting you fall back on your knees slapping your ass as he kept going as just like that you whined cleaning on jay so hard he could've popped out. "Fuck." Jay spoke as your orgasm hit you, you started shivering as he kept going, jay kept thrusting, a ring forming around his dick he began to get sloppy, he went down toward you ear once you slightly calmed down from your orgasm. "Gonna let me fill you up? One good time." You nodded frantically, shaking still "god yes!" He chuckled as he kept going as you started moving your hips too.

"Flip over I need to see your face." And you did so, he took your legs and put one over his shoulder as the other was in his hand as he kept going. You rested your body on your elbows as you let him fuck you. You watched him go in and out of you as you met his eyes, your head falling back as you felt like you could come again just by his gaze you never wanted this to end. His thrust for so sloppy it’s was obvious he was about to come, slammed into you a few times as you came again, he did so groaning so loud, going faster. “Fuck yesss” he hummed as a mixture of both of your comes mixed together. “If you were my girlfriend I swear to god I would do this to you every night.” You were to high to even care about the stupid shit he just said. Feeling him pull out.

He fell back to his knees, as he starting to eating you out, pulling you back towards him as you whined as you made you feel good all over again, slurping up at your juices his nose hit your sensitive clit you cried out, you hand found a way to his messy hair again your thighs were definitely full at this point, you knew you were gonna have another orgasm, as he fucked his tongue into you, you cried. You were sure you loved him.

You vision became blurry as you trembled as your last and final orgasm hit. “God!” You moaned, legs shaky and your grasp on his head tighter then ever. He slurped it up one last time getting after and kissing you, you tired body wrapped your arms around him pulling him in as you made out. The taste of both of you in his and your mouth.

He cleaned you two up, as you sat in a cleaned bed, you leg wrapped over his legs as your arm was over his chest as you sat in silence as he caressed your leg. Nights like this is what you cherished, you did want to do it. But you knew it was needed.. this was the last time you saw him for sure. Or at least that’s what you wanted you woke up to him coming back with a plan B and breakfast giving you a soft kiss. And once again you crawled back to him.

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(28/10) EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS

Hi there, my name is Knives. This post is a remake of my original commission post back from September (which you can see here). Unfortunately my situation hasn't changed much since then and I'm still struggling financially and since the og post has lost traction I've decided to remake it.

To make a long story short, I come from Poland but I spent the past few months living in England. I came here hoping to get accepted into a school but that didn't happen and I straight up can't get a job without a visa so I've been relying hard on commissions to make any kind of money. I make monthly payments for my laptop & phone bill and I'll also have to buy a plane ticket back to Poland by the end of the year so it's a very stressful situation and my funds are close to running out Again.

300pln is roughly 70usd and my laptop, which I have to pay for next month, is going to cost me 211pln. I could really, really use some help.

I won't do N/FW, heavy gore, mecha, irl people or feral designs, everything else can be negotiable. Max 3 characters per slot, any extra characters are half of the base price. Payments through P/pal only. More examples can be found on my blog. Please reblog, I really need the help <3

SLOTS LEFT: 10/10

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CUT IT OUT | psh .

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fake texts with situationship(ish?) sunghoon

reblogs and likes are much appreciated!

.MINORS DNI.

ᡣ𐭩 。pairing ˚.・ park sunghoon x fem reader

ᡣ𐭩 。synopsis ˚.・ sunghoon thinking he can get his way with everything + he does NOT take y/n seriously. (he’s kind of an asshole in here lol)

ᡣ𐭩 。genre ˚.・ VERY suggestive dunno if i should call it smut tho, like a teeny weeny bit of angst (it’s not even that it’s just reader getting frustrated at his shenanigans)

ᡣ𐭩 。warnings ˚.・ (multiple) mentions of dick😭, one mention of pussy, a bit too much profanity (it’s me i’m sorry), a message indicating they did the nasty last night.

that’s it lmk if there’s more!!

ᡣ𐭩 。A/N ˚.・ hi umumumumum oh my god first time doing anything like this, have no idea if this will be liked by anyone, but i fw this HEAVY ngl💜 anyways, enjoy! ALSO PLEASE IGNORE THE "read" AND TIME STAMPS

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hope you enjoyed ! ♡

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In the spirit of Making Things as a form of healing, whether through stories or art, or memes that make us laugh, I present to you:

✨ Electric Boogaloo: a destiel event ✨

This event welcomes any type of fan content: fic, art, amvs, poetry, memes, edits, web weaves,… silly or earnest, whatever works for you!

Obviously, given we’re celebrating the latam dub, this event focuses on destiel. You could use this opportunity to use a Spanish song, lyrics, or whatever else for your creations, but don’t worry, this is not a requirement.

The main theme is of course reciprocation but if you need more inspiration, here are some prompts you can use:

bisexual lighting

darkness before the dawn

gentle touch

tacos for two

whispered conversations

🌈 this is a low-effort friendly event. we're all going through a weird time right now. fandom is an escape and should be something joyful. it's not work, i'm not your boss. go have fun!

🌈 given the theme of this event, the focus is destiel, but definitely feel free to include other characters in your work. this goes without saying i think, but this event is not inc*st-friendly

🚫 Obviously, AI is not allowed

Please use the tag #boogaloo25 (and feel free to tag me) so i don't miss your post!

Note: there are no restrictions on anything ns*fw. I trust everyone to use their own discretion both in creations and in who you reblog things from. Try to respect other people's "minors dni" where relevant.

This Meghan Fitzmartin quote is what I keep thinking of when I think about why seeing Dean's explicit reciprocation is so important to us:

hope any of this inspires you! i'm excited to see what you come up with. happy creating and happy celebrating of one of fandom's wildest broken destiel seals ❤️ see you all on nov 25th, 2024!