#its the way i keep losing my mind every time i get needy

[starlitfawn]

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[hyuckiefluff]

Hey so I hv request! Really love the way you write♡ ok so mark is on adrenaline high frm the concert and is really touch starved and really just wants to fuck his gf! Established realtionship y/n and Mark, feel free to add your magic, thank you!!!

a/n: thank u for the nice words and for sending in this req!! this is exactly what i needed to get back into the mood cuz i’ve (once again) been neglecting my writing lol but anyway when i read this the first thing i thought of was quiet down hence the pic :)

ps: requests are still open btw (still got a lot of them to go through but feel free to send in more) i usually do them in order of which one inspires me the most so even if you send rn i might get to it first!

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k

content warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex, slight choking, brief mention of blood, mark is sex starved so he goes a bit crazy, ass groping, handjob (m. receiving), cum eating yeah ik ik i keep writing this but i can’t stop sawry, big c0ck mark!! barely any prep or aftercare (they don’t have time!!!) basically just a messy & needy quickie backstage.

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Mark was losing his mind. 

Why?

All because you placed him on a week-long sex ban in an attempt to prepare him for the upcoming tour. He knew you were just trying to help him adjust to being away from you, but it felt like torture.

Everything was fine at first, or at least Mark was doing a great job pretending. But as the first week neared its end, his resolve started to crumble. Today, in particular, he was extremely horny for no reason.

...Well, he actually did have a reason and it was the picture you sent him this morning, wearing the new underwear he had gifted you  'They fit perfectly, Markie ;)'.

And as if that wasn’t enough, you showed up to his show wearing his favorite skirt—the very one you knew he always fucked you in. He wasn't sure if he was just thinking with his dick, but it felt like you were trying to push him to his limit.

Either way, it was definitely working, because when you leaned in for a kiss, he caught a glimpse of your underwear in the mirror's reflection and and he had to fight against every part of himself to not moan right then.

To make matters worse, you were still wearing the black lace panties he had gifted you.

By the time he stepped on stage, he was already painfully hard. What kind of pervert gets turned on in front of an audience just because his girlfriend accidentally flashed him? Well, apparently, Mark Lee did.

But he didn't care about looking like a desperate, sex-starved fool. 

So as soon as the VCR started playing and they had to change outfits, he made a beeline for you backstage. Ignoring the protests of staff and confused band members telling him he only had 10 minutes to get ready he grabbed your arm and pulled you through the crowd.

“That’s more than enough time,” he muttered under his breath. Despite your persistent attempts to ask where he was taking you, Mark didn’t stop until you were hidden away in a dark, secluded corner behind the stage.

"Mark, what's going on? Are you okay?" You inspected him with concern in your eyes, checking for any injuries.

"Ah...fuck... I have a really big problem," he groaned.

"What's wrong?" But you quickly understood the issue when he pulled up his shirt, revealing the growing bulge in his pants.

You tried not to laugh, but the way he looked like a child in need of help was too endearing. "Aw, did I do this to you?"

"It's not funny," he protested, suddenly invading your personal space. "I need you to fix it." His forehead pressed against yours, his hands roaming over your sides and gripping your hips to press you firmly against his body, your lower abdomen coming in contact with his hard on.

"Of course, baby" you replied, ready to kneel down, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm. You looked at him confused, and the stage lights cast an angle that highlighted his pleading eyes. They were glossy with desire.

"I need to be inside you," he murmured, his voice strained and raspy.

The idea of having backstage sex at his concert with just about seven minutes left before he had to return to the stage felt crazy. But there was something about it that turned you on beyond explanation.

So, you cupped his face and kissed him hard enough that your teeth clashed with his lips, but not even the slight taste of blood stopped you from devouring each other’s mouth. Mark quickly matched your intensity, his tongue wasting no time exploring every corner of your mouth. Every time he nibbled on your lips, it elicited little gasps from you. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, pressing you firmly against his bulge, a clear reminder that he was about to explode down there.

You started to undo his pants, the friction of his erection against the fabric made him suck in air through his teeth. He broke away from your lips, allowing you to pull down his pants. His boxers were already stained with pre-cum, and when you lowered them, his dick looked at you flushed and angry. You bit your lip, his size always made you clench your thighs in anticipation.

Before you could even touch him, he turned you around and that’s when you realized you were pressed against one of the glass boxes from their performance.

"Mark..." you moaned his name when you felt the tip of his dick at your entrance. There was no time for much preparation so when he slowly pushed his hips forward, a string of curses left his lips at the tightness.

"Fuuuck..." he groaned when your walls clenched around him relentlessly. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you leaned against the box for support

“God, you feel so good” His hands gripped your hips, and you felt his lips kissing your shoulder before he whispered that he was going to start moving. You nodded weakly.

His pace started out slow, but there was an undeniable urgency in each motion. His hand moved from your hips to your neck, gripping you softly and pulling you closer with every deep thrust. His lips found that sensitive spot just below your ear, and with every kiss and nibble, you couldn't help but clench around him, making his hand close tighter against your throat. This pattern continued for a while, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Please..." you whimpered, and he grunted softly against your neck.

"What do you need, baby?" he asked.

"More, please, I need more," you moaned, feeling his grin against your neck.

He wasted no time. His thrusts quickened, and you couldn't help but release soft gasps and moans with each movement. You leaned forward against the box, your breath fogging up the glass, feeling it tremble beneath you as he continued fucking into you harder. Mark was losing himself, or perhaps he already had; he was rutting against you as if he was an animal in heat.

"M-mark... I'm close," you mewled, not sure if he even heard you amidst the loud cheers.

"Mhm, me too," he moaned, his voice strained. 

It only took a few more thrusts and you were spent, moaning and mumbling incoherently as he helped you ride your orgasm.

 "Fuck, it's gonna be messy if I cum inside you," he realized, slowing his movements.

He was right… he wasn't wearing a condom so as soon as he pulled out, it would definitely drip down your legs. And there wasn’t anything nearby to clean you up with.

"Pull out," you said, and you could see his confusion from the corner of your eye. Nonetheless, he did as told. His hand was already on his dick, ready to take care of himself, but when you knelt down, it was as if his body glitched momentarily.

Your hands replaced his, applying just the right amount of pressure in your strokes to evoke that familiar sensation building in his gut. You looked at him through your eyelashes, your makeup slightly smudged from tears and sweat. The sight was incredibly hot, and just when he was about to cum, you opened your mouth, catching all of his release. Some of it trickled down your throat. The whole scene, along with the sounds you made while swallowing, had Mark almost in tears from the sheer intensity of the moment.

After swallowing every drop, you stood up, adjusting your panties and casually licking a remnant from the corner of your lips, all while maintaining eye contact with Mark. He watched you in stunned silence, still catching his breath. You chuckled when he remained frozen for a good 10 seconds, pulling him close gently and zipping up his pants. In that moment, you heard his voice.

“Please come on tour with me,” he begged, his eyes wide with hope. You just smiled and kissed him.

“Where’s Mark?! You guys are up in 2 minutes!” The staff's frantic shouts pulled you both back to reality. You exchanged a glance and burst into giggles like a pair of teenagers.

i think i might be shadowbanned guys so interact with this post if u enjoyed it pls <3

[taraprince]

the nsfw abcs are so good 😩 can u do one for mello please 🙏

❗️nsfw warning❗️

OFC I CAN 🤭🤭 i’m so glad you like them <33

// GN reader, might mention pussy once it twice i don’t remember//

MELLO NSFW ABCS ~

A (aftercare) - mello isnt exactly the greatest at showing affection, but he tries his best to assure your comfort after sex, especially because he knows he can be rough sometimes all the time

B (bottom or top) - hes happy with anything as long as hes getting laid. If you wanna ride him, then be his guest. If you want him to tower over you while he fucks you stupid, hes fine with that too.

C (cum) - most of the time, he tries to pull out before he cums; however if you ask him to cum inside you he’ll obey without hesitation. He doesnt like wearing a condom, he wants to feel your heat right up against him, but he’ll do so if you ask him to <3 oh my god hes so pretty when he cums, shouting your name as his stomach flexes and his hair falls in front of his face ahhh.

D (dress up) - he doesnt mind dressing up for you, but he goes absolutely feral when you dress up for him. If There's anything that gets him hard fast, its you straddling his lap in a skimpy lace set he got for you that points out your curves so beautifully.

E (experience) - though he's a god at what he does, he actually doesn't have a lot of experience. Once he got out of Wammys, he never really got with another person before, making you his first time (which just makes his love for you even stronger)

F (fav position) - he loves loves lovessss having you ride him. He adores how prettily your thighs and chest bounce as you try to take all of him inside you. It drives him insane when he sees how your face contorts so lewdly before you cum all over him. “Cmon, you can take all of me, yeah? I know you can, just a little lower~”

G (goofy) - he’s pretty focused and serious during sex, and youll never really find yourself laughing; however sometimes he purposefully uses cheesy pick up lines when the tension is thick and you cant help but giggle a little.

H (hair) - he has a little bit of stubble down there, but he tried to keep it maintained. He doesnt really care a lot, he just wants to keep himself presentable for you. He doesnt mind what you do, if you dont want to shave then thats fine by him. Sex is sex, whether theres hair or not.

I (intimacy) - hes a bit more rough than passionate, but he does know how to make the knot in your stomach twist and turn. Every so often, when you two are having sex he’ll slow down and tell you how much he really loves you and how much he loves seeing you stuffed with his fat cock

J (jack off) - oh my god constantly. As much as he wants to take him time with you and do unspeakable things, hes just so busy with kira and near on his back all the time, so he doesnt have a lot of free time. He often resorts to pleasuring himself to the thought of how pretty and tight you are for him.

K (kink) - besides constant praise (and a hint of degradation if your needy), hes pretty vanilla. Hes definitely covered you in chocolate and licked it off you a few times, but thats only on special occasions. If he ever walked in on you with your hands tied behind your back (dont ask how its possible ok let me dream) and presented so openly for him, he’d go wild, losing almost all of his self control.

L (location) - if you want to fuck him, it doesnt matter where you two are, he’ll do it. His personal favorite out of all the places you two have done it at is on his couch at work. He loves the rush it gives him thinking of one of his dear coworkers walking in and seeing how good you can be for him and only him.

M (massage) - since he cant always be intimate with you, he often gives you massages because thats close enough, right? He really goes crazy for any type of skin to skin touch you two have because hes a man whore

N (no) - he seen and done it all really, or it feels that way at least. He cant really think of anything he wouldnt do; as long as your happy hes happy. He knows he doesnt show it very well, but he really does care a lot about you.

O (oral) - god he loves it when you sit on his face. The feeling of your plush thighs squishing his face can just make him cum over and over, but he keeps his composure so he can enjoy it a bit longer. Hes also such a fucking whore for you when you give him head. Bucking his hips, gripping your hair tightly, telling you over and over how fucking amazing your mouth feels around him. You two have for sure 69d on multiple occasions.

P (pace) - he adores roughly pounding into you (or guiding your hips quickly up and down), seeing your face twist and mewl at how good his dick feels. If you ask him to slow down, he’ll just go faster until you cum and your body goes limp.

Q (quickie) - lovess them. Yes, he loves being able to fully worship your body properly, but he just doesnt have time. he often has you against the wall of his office, rattling the wall with how hard hes rutting into you.

R (risk) - all for it 100%. Though he very protective of you, he loves the idea of fucking you silly in public with the high chance that someone could see or hear. Hes for sure fingered you in a restaurant before, and he had to remind you to keep quiet before someone heard you moaning like such a slut. “Fuck, your so loud and im only using my fingers. If your good and keep quiet for me, when we get home i’ll give you more. Sound good~?”

S (stamina) - he usually lasts about 3-4 rounds. Hes a tough man, but you make him weak in his knees when you open up so willingly for him, just begging him to ruin you from the inside out.

T (toys) - he owns a pair of handcuffs, a vibrater, and probably a ball gag. He thinks you look like a sexy fucking god/goddess when he uses his toys on you, with you squirming and mewling under him while he fucks you silly with just a few pieces of plastic and rubber.

U (unfair) - he’ll tease you with his words constantly, but once you two are in bed he cant help but just tear you apart, no time to mess around. “I see you over there getting off to my voice, rubbing your pretty thighs together. Why dont you just come over here and spread them open for me to play with, hm~?”

V (volume) - hes loud and proud. He almost WANTS people to hear how good hes getting it. He whimpers and moans when he cums, groans and mewls when you take control over his tired body (his sounds alone could make you cum over and over, and he knows it)

W (wild card) - mellos kind of a secluded guy, and as much as you think you know everything about him, theres always gonna be something that hes keeping secret. Which is exactly why it surprised you when he subtly mentioned his desire to be covered in hickies and love bites. Of course, he got what he wanted (and you may have escaped with 1 or 2 or 5 of his own marks across your body)

X (xray) - hes pretty average length, about 8, maybe 8.5 inches, but he still manages to drive you absolutely feral with the way he fucks you.

Y (yearning) - hes a raging manwhore and nothing anyone says can change my mind about that. Your always on his mind, your pretty lips both of them,your plush thighs that feel like cotton candy in his hands; he can daydream forever. You two usually have full on sex (not counting quickies) about 3-4 times a week.

Z (zzz) - hes out quick when you two are finished. Hes tired after a long few hours of countless orgasms <3

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AN: AH i love doing these sm 🤭 can you tell i went with a theme on this one🙏 THX FOR THE ASK I RLY APPRECIATE IT💍💍💍🫶🫶🫶

[thebluester2020]

“Jio Is Ignoring You”

✨ (Ridgeside Village) Jio x Farmer!Reader

Content: rough-fucking, dub-con(?), (slightly) ooc Jio (the man is canonically a virgin lol), mean! Jio (but its jio so its totes fine), gender neutral!reader (female genitalia is present though), not proofread.

Note: this is a short drabble based on my farmer being a slut for this man’s attention (and a particular dialogue being very frequent for her during my playthrough ✨)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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:: Jio Is Ignoring You

It had been that way since the beginning you felt like. You'd come rushing up to Ridgeside village, immediately sniffing around the Ridge in hopes of finding him only to be met with crippling disappointment when you quickly found out that he had nothing to say to you.

But, after coming to find him yet again after you were done with your chores today...be it your voice or the way you had such an expectant look in your eyes. Something about you finding him alone in the Ninja house as he peacefully meditated, it just set him off.

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"Last warning farmer, if I hear another sound out of you. I'm pulling out."

For the umpteenth time that night, you chewed on your bottom lip in a bid to keep quiet, your lips swollen red as your teeth threatened to break through the skin from how hard you were biting back sounds of absolute bliss. Even as he bullied into your tight pussy, lewd squelching reverberated off of the walls within the small house, Jio insisted on ignoring you as if you were simply a mindless fuckdoll.

But, because of whatever god you pissed off...he didn't allow you to cum.

Not once.

"J-Jio~!" You accidentally keened.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips when he suddenly grabbed your hair to pull you up to his chest, his thrusts only getting harsher, more brutal as he panted hotly into your ear. "What" Smack! "Did" Smack! "I say" Smack! "About speaking?" He spat coldly before letting go of your hair, pressing a hand into the dip in your back to force you to arch your ass more.

"Fuuuuckkkk..." He drawled sloppily as his thrusts began to lose their rhythm.

Jio tsked as he reached around to grab your chin, turning you to the side to where he was met with an eye-capturing sight that made his cock twitch. Your eyes teary as tear tracks marked your face along with the hickeys he left behind. "Hmf...the least you could do is listen farmer. I'm giving you the attention you've so desperately craved since you laid eyes on me...and you can't even follow a single request?"

You clenched at his words, another desperate keen leaving your puffy lips as your hand shakily moved to try and grab at his wrist. To achieve any sort of comforting warmth.

With a cruel laugh, however, he jerked his hand away from your chin as if you were covered in mud. "As if I'd let a slutty, pathetic human farmer like you touch me any more than I've already allowed you to." He leaned forward, his weight pressing and effectively caging you against the hard wooden floor as his thrusts sped up, his lengthy cock dragging against your moist walls deliciously.

"Coming to me every day..." He whispered, a groan escaping his lips. "Annoying me as I try to meditate or perform duties according to my Lady..." Jio continued.

A gasp escaped you when he suddenly lifted one of your legs to hook itself on his arm, your moans now bordering along screaming out like a wanton whore. “Perhaps the only way to get some silence again is to plug this needy pussy with my cum, eh?" He leaned closer to your ear, dragging his hot tongue across the outer shell before you felt him smirk against your cheek.

“Who knows? Maybe my Lady will allow me to keep you as a pet-" You clenched at the thought of being his personal pet...through your sex-drunk mind, you thought of it as a win-win for you both! You'd get Jio's attention and his cock. And the elf would get a plaything.

It was perfect!

"O-Oh no..." You slurred as a dumb smile crept onto your features. So long as Jio was looking at you and still nestled deep within your pussy. His tip kissing your cervix as his grip upon your waist was sure to leave bruises by tomorrow, the man could say that the world was ending and you’d still be happy.

“J-Jio…c-close!” You moaned as a familiar knot began to form in the pit of your stomach.

He gave you no response aside from fucking you harder. Rough groans and breathless whimpers leaving his lips as he desperately chased his orgasm, his fingers digging deeper into your waist before he suddenly stilled, a drawn out moan escaping his lips as his forehead fell to your shoulder.

Yet, for some odd reason, you were suddenly left hanging. “W-What about me?” In another situation, you’d be ashamed of how pathetic your voice became. How you’d be reprimanding yourself if you saw yourself in the mirror right now, looking like a kicked puppy as Jio took you off his cock and set you down on the quickly cooling floor.

He proceeded to get up without a single care.

“Hey! What about me?!” You cried out again as he started to dress himself. Once more he was back to completely ignoring you, your words falling on deaf ears as if you were as meaningless as an ant on the ground.

“Jio!”

He finally responded with an annoyed ‘Hm?’

“I...y-you didn't let me cum...”

“Idiot…you should be grateful you got fucked by me at all. And besides, I allowed you to cum so many times before and you still dare for me to give you more?" You had no words, every thought and insult racing through your mind as your eyes followed Jio as he walked out of the house. And, when he closed the door behind him, slowly making you realize that you should get back to your farm before it gets too dark. One thought lingered in your head.

You’d only be back tomorrow to vie for his attention once more.

[momotorin]

some more of my thoughts on futch!servicetop!sana bc shes just😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

probably asks to eat you out when shes bored - and gets whiny if u tell her to wait a bit bc ur busy (jokingly ofc)

and also pulls you into her lap randomly to make out with u just bc

defo gets off to videos of u getting off if u arent there with her

loves when u wear lingerie but loves it even more after its ruined

loses track of time when shes pleasing you and definitely gets off on all the little noises and praise like ‘oh fuck’ and ‘please so close’ and the gasps

while u recieve the most, everytime sana has recieved instead shes actually super whiny and has really sensitive nipples and she blushes a lot (what a cutie😵‍💫😵‍💫)

shes just so puppy.

feel free to expand or add I JUST LOVE HER SM i need her so bad😔😔

I NEED HER SOOOOOOO SOSOSO BAD TOO

futch!service top!sana

oh when she's bored she gets extra clingy and then kisses you on the neck— “baby, aren't you done yet?” and the next thing you know she's running her fingers through your inner thighs so you just give in and let her eat you out even if you're busy

“c’mere, baby,” suddenly you're on her lap, and she stares at you like you're the only thing she's ever known. “can i kiss you?” ofc you say yes, and you always end up making out for hours like that: her just holding you really tight as you come apart on her lips

like in the middle she does a little peck then backs off a little to just see you smile at her… she just loves you very dearly

her lips r actually so soft so you rlly don't mind

one of sana's kinks r actually filming and she does film things of course all is agreed by you two and sometimes she makes you hold the phone (she's naughty like that)

she keeps it away in her little private folder on her phone, and watches it when she's away, touching herself to it

if she's feeling naughty enough, she'll film herself: all wet, needy, lonely as she calls your name out as she moans :< and she sends that to you with a “need you here so bad, baby” text

or if you're not busy, you'd guide her to how she can move her fingers in and out of her 😵‍💫

one thing about sana is she likes pretty things and pretty things are when you wear lace for her

which she picks out for you every once in a while, comes in a little fancy box with a note in her pretty handwriting: “wear this for me tonight and be my good girl?”

and you wear it the same night, and sana rips it off in the middle of making out— “hey!” you exclaimed, loudly as you see the smirk on her lips. “darling, that's expensive…” sana just laughs at you and she places a little kiss on your lips, “like i care. i could buy you a thousand of those.”

at this point you think that there's a hundred she's ripped already

sana eats you out like you're a whole 8 meal course and she could be in between your thighs forever.

“fuck,” you hold her hand that was caressing your thighs as she licks around your clit. “more, please,” you thrust your hips against her tongue. “so good…” and she pulls away for a second to look up at you and hold your hand firmly

then she laps at your wetness at a crazy pace, and enjoys the way you hold onto her, the way you whine her name, your “fuck, baby, i’m so close,” and she comes untouched ☹️

the first time she let you touch her was after she made you cum like 8 times so she was extra extra wet

whines the moment you kiss her neck, and you learned that her most sensitive part is the spot between her collarbone and neck

“baby,” she holds onto your hair as you suck on her nipple. “haah,” she throws her head back, and her grip on your head went tighter. “keep it like that, such a good girl…” and she's blushing red only from that

oh her whines are heaven… her thighs locking around your head as you eat her out and her lungs whining the fuck out of your name ><

she shakes every after orgasm and you let her calm down for a little while :<

and after that, she cuddles onto you, head on your neck, saying a bunch of “you did so well, darling.” “thank you, baby.”

she's big on pillowtalk actually… could go on for hours making out and talking to you naked

cuddles! just loves the heat of your bare skin against hers

traces her marks on you and kisses it once more— sometimes asks “does it hurt? sorry, baby…”

and the morning after you just see her with a tray, in a big hoodie plus her glasses saying, “good morning, baby! i figured you can't walk so i brought the breakfast to you!”

outside of the bedroom she just likes to wrap an arm around you or hold your hand because she wants to keep you close!

literal embodiment of a golden retriever puppy: “baby, look!” “baby, oh my god this….!” “baby, let's go!”

but she does get jealous often bc she doesn't want her woman to be perceived (oh, the jealous, angry sex…)

[anal-queen-waifu]

OWNED

It's 1am. I kiss you good night and go to bed , spent from being fucked so thoroughly just minutes before. I ask you to join me but you say you are not tired. I fall asleep almost immediately, all those orgasms and overstimulation took their toll and now I'm sleeping like a baby. I don't know how much time passed but I wake up to you spooning me, your warmth seeping into my body. Your hand slowly reaching underneath my nightgown until it stops on my breasts. You cup them and I settle into you, ready to fall asleep again but your hand starts pinching and twisting my nipples. My breath accelerates and tingles go through all my body towards my clit as I feel I'm starting to get really wet. I squirm, desperate for some friction but you have no mercy as you continue to tease my nipples. Finally you start caressing my body as you go down and I'm finally hopeful that your hand will reach my needy cunt, but it goes up again and my pelvis starts moving on its own, begging you to make me cum. I go to touch myself because it's too much, but you grab my hand and finally, after you are satisfied with teasing me, you reach into my soaked panties. The first stroke sends shivers through my body and I am so desperate for release. You stroke my clit so lazily until I finally cum my brains out. I can't feel anything but your fingers between my clenched legs. You order me to open them but it seems so impossible. I have to find the strength to obey though so I slowly open them and it takes everything I have to keep them that way as you force my orgasm further. I can sense you can't wait any longer and bliss finds me again when you put your cock in my dripping, twitching cunt with a long and powerful thrust. I can't think of anything else but your cock going in and out of me, I can't feel anything but you pounding into me like there's no tomorrow. I can't think, I can't speak, I just feel and obey. Every touch of yours is electric, sends powerful tingles right to my insatiable cunt. Every now and then you stop to make me cum again and again and again. But your cock is insatiable as well and you pull out and take my butt. You are never satisfied with taking just one of my holes and neither am I. You tease it just a little with the tip again and again until I beg you to fuck me hard. So you oblige, as you always do, and I lose my mind as you start pounding. I wish this was neverending. Just as I thought that this couldn't be any better, I hear your rushed breath and your cock getting harder and harder and then I feel your release through all my body, your warm cum and your cock twitching inside my butt, which sends me into another orgasm. When I look at you over my shoulder, you have this primal, wild look on your face and I know that I am yours and no one else's. You go to pull out but I beg you with my eyes to keep it in so we fall asleep like this. You cuddling me tight, with your cock in my butt and your cum inside me.

[deada55]

The Horizon

crossposting: none

synopsis: DSR Nathan has a bad night thinking about the past few months at a North Miami waterfront.

tws: vomit, maybe body horror, general physical suffering, drug use... let me know if I missed something.

for dethentines 2/8: inspired by a metal love song (Sextape by Deftones... not really metal, but deftones was my metal gateway so 🤷‍♂️.)

Miami was a pile of expensive, sticky shit on a beach, but the green and purple lights of a North Miami club still sparkled on the water. Maybe his legs were stuck under this metal railing, or maybe everything ached because he shook, or he shook because he'd made his legs go numb trying to get his knees over the edge of the deck. But it was the air that spun, and it was his body that didn’t want to play nice anymore. The water and the flat, dark horizon in the distance was steadfast. In his nightmares, all he had to do was look at the horizon, look away from the teeth and the rotting everything that demanded his attention. It worked sometimes. Sometimes.

Getting too drunk and taking a bunch of molly wasn’t something you woke up from in a flash unless you were in an ambulance. So, he was grateful that he was sitting on a deck. Even with his thighs jammed under the railing, there was no way he’d end up falling. Shit, the fire department might have to cut him out. He constantly reminded himself that no, he wasn’t wet, he wasn’t in the water, he’d just pissed himself, and the dripping down the back of his neck was all sweat. He hoped the bar overhung the ocean. Who knows. His puke was probably expensive as fuck. If anyone were standing below him, they ought to be honored or something.

Controversy drove record sales through the roof. They made bricks on bricks of money off their latest album, even after the hologram breaking down canceled most of the tour. Abigail had done a great job.

Thinking about her made him want to cry. Even before all this happened, she made something in him so needy. He’d set it aside long enough to keep from losing everything, so he could forget a eulogy and apologize through the breathlessness of losing another liver, but “forgetting” her left him with an empty pain, like taking a big shit.

Looking back felt as embarrassing as shitting. What felt like trying to embrace and “own” what he felt towards her leading up to that fucking dinner made him shiver every time it refluxed back into his head. In high school, dudes like that became laughingstocks. Back then, he wasn’t such a creep.

If only he could stop himself, he’d probably feel better. Fuck, he felt better, really, he felt better, after spewing what felt like a gallon of Rémy Martin on tailored fucking Levis. At least, that’s what he mumbled out loud. It’s fine. We’re fine.

Toki wasn’t coming back, and neither was Abigail.

Just when his heart started to sink, what came to mind were Abigail’s tits. Her naked body, all of it, every gentle, soft part of her that insisted on its worth. He never saw the whole truth of her, but it never really mattered to him how honest chicks were to him. Abigail had the talent of knowing the truth, of seeing right through him. Her reactions made her trustworthy. Her commitment and her excellence made her reliable. She meant everything she said, all the time. 

She told that reporter she’d left for her own reasons, that the job was near completion, that the circumstances stopped being professional… He wasn’t anything more than a “circumstance,” a condition. Why did he still feel like he had to prove himself to her?

The last album was all because of her, from her stupid vacation to her work with them on the submarine. The album had to come out: that’s what they’re written for. It was great. It was right. It was meant to be heard, to be listened to. But, he’d give it all up to make it one last time. Even if he had to live through all his mistakes again, he’d take the last few months over and over and over.

The sound of the waves colliding with tipsy crowd chatter stirred up something like shame. It was insane to think that they were still alive somewhere, that they hadn’t just fallen into the hot, dry earth with Magnus and been lost in falling rocks. How dare he remember them this way, with his arms covered with a lacy mourning shroud of stomach acid and delicate, mushy flakes of cognac-drowned potato chips. Would it have felt better if they’d been enveloped in the ocean, the two of them gripping a plank and slowly dying of dehydration? At least then they could live on in the plankton or the scavenging spider crabs, and maybe he’d get to admire how they were still part of the living world that kept coming back again and again in all their songs about destruction and death. Dying trapped in the ground, impinged and crushed by falling stone, wasn’t brutal but cruel. The sea didn’t have any new wisdom or grace to give him.

Nathan knew he ought to try and pull himself out of the fence and go back inside, but only after hearing the rush of one last wave, one last time…

[ohmylcve]

as it was usual of them, a quiet moment of enjoying the chemical effects on their bodies followed, and this time - among many others, whenever julian was not looking at her and whenever she felt like getting away from herself - she held her gaze in his figure, wondering if whatever it was that she was feeling in her body, if he was feeling too. wondering if in those vague moments, she would cross his mind as a good thought, as a way to perpetuate the state of mind he was - because that always happened to her, he was always a good thought of hers. still, she would look at his eyes, slowly checking the room as if the roof was something he had never seen before; she would look at his hair falling down his forehead, wondering if he was sensitive enough to feel that strand; she would look at his hands and wonder if julian had ever noticed that when he's starting to get high, his index fingers tend to move towards whatever surface it is touching. afraid of being caught, maisie looks away. as she gets back to herself, she worries about nothing, she cares about nothing. the whole world is inside those four walls, and she's excited to live. like never before. like only a julian joint would do that. "aghh i got you, i got you!" she exclaims, a laugh following as she's really proud of herself for comprehending perfectly what he means, and in which vibe he's in. besides, she feels the excitement of being understood way more intense now that they're in the initial stages of being high. "nah. it's the joint, isn't it?" she playfully asks, knowing that it is not - and it never would be. there was nothing in this world more powerful than their connection, and the joint clearly just enhanced all of that. "wanna bet?" with a raised brow, she leaned in, challenging him as she tried to look confident enough to bet such a thing - even though she was needy enough to lose the bet. "what could be better than watching movies straight from the hacking land while high? i think you've been overcoming yourself every passing day, my dear." she says with a small chuckle... which ceased its existence by the moment julian did not pass. still, she chose silence instead of saying something, just because she was curious of the reaction he would express. well, perks of being a psychologist: observing people's different behaviours towards an unusual situation. as he opened his mouth to talk about the extra puffs, she couldn't help but laugh. "guilt kicked in?" still laughing, she tried to recompose herself, as she was willing to keep up with what he was trying to do. "okay. picture me focused, but," she laughed even more, taking her time to recompose. as she did, she breathed out, laying her head on his shoulder, staying there for some seconds. "i might let you get away, i'm not certain of it. i will decide throughout the end of the night." and then, she reached out to get the joint.

the usual sharp lines of reality blurred a bit, making everything feel slightly dreamy and surreal. colors appeared more vivid—like the walls had a depth julian hadn’t noticed before, and even the dim light seemed to have its own texture. time felt like it was stretching, moments lingering longer than usual, letting him savor every second a bit more intensely. his senses were heightened; the smell of the smoke was earthier, more pronounced, and even the air felt different, thicker, as he breathed it in. there was a giddy rush, a euphoria that made every small joke funnier, every idea they tossed around more fascinating. it was as if the volume on life’s intensity dial had been turned up, enhancing every experience and magnifying their connection. holding maisie’s gaze, julian felt a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability. it was like they were both diving into something deeper, unspoken but profoundly understood. the courage to maintain that connection seemed to fuel her, and he felt it resonate within him too. moments like this made everything else fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own world. when maisie spoke with that childlike excitement, her smile was infectious. "that’s exactly what i’m talking about!" julian grinned back at her, feeling the warmth of her enthusiasm. "and yeah, maybe something as gloriously bad as 'vampires suck.' sometimes you need to laugh at the absurdity of it all." her laugh was a melody he never got tired of hearing. "you’re right, it’s good to let go of control sometimes. keeps life interesting." watching her, julian couldn’t help but wonder how different things would be if they hadn’t met. it felt like they were always meant to find each other, like pieces of a puzzle that finally clicked into place. when she took the joint back, her shyness was endearing. julian could see how much these moments meant to her, as they did to him. as she reclined, her back hitting the bed, the space between them seemed to shrink even more. the touch of their knees felt like a silent promise, an acknowledgment of the bond they shared. maisie’s teasing about his cheesiness made him laugh. "yeah, maybe i am a bit cheesy tonight. but can you blame me?" he leaned in closer, their faces just inches apart. "needy or not, i’m here for it. we’ll just have to see who’s clinging to whom by the end of the night." settling into the moment, the high taking full effect, julian felt a wave of contentment wash over him. the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the promise of a night filled with laughter, random adventures, and the simple joy of being together. "i think i'll go with stremio. don't ask!" for a guy who spends thousands of dollars a year on weed and other shit, he became seriously greedy about putting his money on more legal streaming service. besides, stremio had literally anything a person could be looking for, and julian loved that. taking a few extra puffs from the joint, julian fished for maisie’s reaction, curious to see if she’ll call him out on bending their usual ‘puff, pass’ rule. he can't help but smirk slightly, the smoke swirling around as he exhaled slowly, filling the room with a hazy, relaxed vibe. turning his attention to stremio, he started browsing through the streaming options, hunting for the perfect kind of bizarre, trashy film that they'd joked about. "how about something with aliens or maybe a ridiculous horror-comedy?" he suggested, scrolling through the titles and chuckling at some of the outrageous cover art popping up on the screen. he glanced over at maisie, the joint now casually dangling from his fingers. "you gonna let me get away with those extra puffs, or is there a penalty coming my way?" julian teased, offering the joint back to her with raised eyebrows and a playful grin.

[noobsquasher]

can i request smut with peter? like reader and peter are both so needy that they do multiple rounds? and peter just fucks reader so fucking hard also they praise and dirty talk each other all throughout the sex? thanks :)

The Stars Are Still Up

Word Count: 669

Warnings: unprotected sex, degrading, praising, swearing, a sexual epiphany, etc

Summary: You just cannot get enough of Peter, can you?

Notes: Peter Parker x Female Reader

All characters in this story are 18+.

Something small since I haven't written about my beloved in a while.

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Your head sunk into the sweat-stained pillow, your chest thumping harshly, your entire body shaking to the vigorous orgasm rushing throughout your veins.

You wondered how long you’ve been fucking now, you stopped counting after the fourth round.

“Don’t give up on me now, baby. You told me to fuck you till the sun rises, the moons still out.” His throbbing cock found its way inside you again, your needy pussy engulfing him with such ease.

“P-Peter! Fuck- oh!”

His thrusts didn’t stop, that impending feeling within you rushing throughout your nervous system, your brain about to go numb.

“Don’t I make you feel good? Tell me, princess. How’s my cock, huh?” Your cells felt as if they were on fire, your legs starting to ache. “So- so good! So fucking good! Keep going! Harder!” Crescent shapes stained his shoulders as you held him tightly, bucking your hips to feel him deeper within you.

You were sure you’d pass out after this, but your body wanted more. Greed was the only thing on your mind, needing Peter to milk you of all your worth.

You pushed your own limits, letting him fuck your absolute brains out. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love every single goddamn minute of it.

He pounded that sweet pussy of yours, skin roughly slapping, the honeyed melodies of both your moans making such a delicate song that you wished the entire universe could hear.

“Such a slut, aren’t you? Can’t get enough of my cock?” His lips found that spot behind your ear, leaving love bites, “Need me to fuck you to sleep? Is that what you want?” Your narrow walls squeezed his thick length, getting a grueling moan from his soft lips, he pumped you harder than before, his tip kissing your treasured spot.

Your eyes were glued to the back of your head, incoherent mumbles dancing around you two.

“Can’t talk now? What happened to all that bitching earlier?” His thrusts got sloppy, the firm rhythms losing their balance.

“Need- need to come. Let me come. Please. Please, Petey!” Tears trailed down the sides of your face, the knot below you tightened harshly, you were seconds away from that astonishing release you begged for.

“Gonna let me feel you, Angel? Let me feel you, come on.”

One last thrust and that was it. You were completely ruined, lost in a pit of euphoria, complete bliss clouding over you, taking over your whole body, your entire state of mind.

It was refreshing, feeling that intoxicating lust, your desire being fulfilled, exceeding its limits to lengths you’ve never even dreamed about.

Peter made you feel unlike anything else in the world, he knew you better than you knew yourself. He traced your body like a work of art, knowing how and when to brush his strokes, how to completely have you melting under his scorching touch, caressing you with so much love, you believed it was too good to be true.

Yet, when he had you screaming like this, back arching tightly under his arms, his cock deep inside you, it was in times like these you had to believe it. Accept that someone like him was able to leave you in such a vulnerable state, a condition filled with much love and ecstasy. Once your epiphany had ended, you softened into his touch, relaxing in his gentle hold.

“I got you, baby, I got you.” It was as if you two were sleeping in on a cloud, engulfing each other’s nebulous presence. You felt his lips leave tiny kisses over your chest and face, practically attacking you with his affection.

“I’m so proud of you. You did such a good job, Angel. My sweet girl.”

All you could do was smile at his praises, your heart throbbing rapidly.

“Mm… I love you, Pete.”

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

“Possible.”

With a sparkling smile, he suddenly caught a kiss onto your sore lips, tongues dancing together.

“Think you can go again? The stars are still up.”

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Copyright © of noobsquasher 2024

[watermelonlovershigh]

What abt Harry being subish and the reader is reading a book or watching tv idk and just plops into her lap and sticks her hand into the back of his pants tyty 💕💕💕

AN: this is one of the sub!harry requests i got yesterday. the other one i still have yet to put out will be out later in the day. also i didn't know whether the person who requested this wanted reader to play with harry's hole or what when they said put hand down harry's pants but i assumed they'd meant to mess around with his hole. so that's what i wrote. enjoy ; )

This story contains: sub!harry, dry humping, rubbing of male bum hole

{ husband!harry - sub!harry - soft!harry - reader is in t-shirt and panties - harry is wearing only boxers }

word count: 632

Harry is feeling needy and comes to sit on your lap in bed and starts grinding his cock into your pussy. Then shyly asks you to play with his bum hole.

Harry was in his home studio when he started feeling needy for you. So he stopped what he was working on and makes his way to your shared bedroom where you're reading a book in bed. When you hear the creak of the bedroom door, you look up from the pages of your book and see a cute looking Harry making his way over to you.

You think he's going to crawl into bed beside you but he doesn't. No, Harry walks over to your side of the bed and peels the covers back before shyly plopping onto your lap. You leaning upright against the headboard. "Har.... what are you doing, babe?" you question softly as he begins to settle more into your warm body. His knees are bent on both sides of your hips and his arms are wrapped around your upper back. Head on your shoulder.

"Shhh, keep reading." Harry's quick to comment in a whisper. You listen to his request and start reading from your book again but this time with a heavy body straddling you.

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Things are like this for a few minutes until you feel Harry start to subtly grind his hardening cock into your clothed pussy. You don't say anything at first and allow him to rock his hips with yours just to see what his true intentions are.

But then his grinds become more desperate and harder, making you lose focus on your book from the clit stimulation you're getting. Little whines escape Harry's mouth and your pussy throbs at the sound.

So he wants to dry hump you conclude. You don't mind one bit honestly because you like that not every time you get sexual together it involves intercourse or being naked. Simple is good sometimes.

As you begin to roll your hips up to meet his, Harry shyly requests in your ear, "Can you um, um, maybe play with my bum?" This has you realizing Harry is feeling subby and it all makes since now. Him wanting to be physically close to you. Him rubbing himself on you. Then wanting you to play with his ass.

"Yeah," you coo softly to your big, sub baby that's in your lap, "want me to play with your little, tight hole." Harry just aggressively nods his head on your shoulder. You take one of your hands and slide it down his back until its at the elastic of his boxers. Then you slip your hand inside and run your finger tips along his ass crack until you feel his puckering hole.

"Mhmm." Harry moans into your hot neck at the gently touch of your cold fingers.

"Shhh, baby. I'm gonna take care of you. Just keep rubbing your cock into my clit, alright. Making us both feel good." you say aloud. Your finger tip nudges at his hole and you basically just tease the entrance while Harry keeps up a constant rhythm of his hips. You didn't want to push it all the way in because your finger aren't lubricated properly for that.

A few minutes later, Harry cry's out as his hold around your back becomes tighter, "Gonna come, mhmm."

You inhale a deep breath and reply, "Come for me, baby. I'm gonna come with you."

Harry shakes in your lap as his orgasm courses through his body. Loads of jizz filling his boxers and tears running down his cheeks from the intensity of it all. You follow right after. Your body shudders in pleasure with how good his cock was bumping and grinding into your clit. You lose focus on your fingers circling his hole but neither of you notice.

Then you're both left panting and collecting yourselves until you help a disoriented Harry come back to you and get him ready for sleep.

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[sluttsumu]

WHAT THEY SAY DURING SEX

featuring: atsumu, bokuto, suna, sakusa

warning(s): 18+, praise, degradation, choking (atsumu), breeding (bokuto), dacryphilia, teasing, overstimulation (bokuto).

a/n: this was a request on my sfw but I decided to write it here!

# ATSUMU

I’m torn.

He’s a mixture of HEAVY degradation, and ‘teasing’ praise it depends on the night.

Lets into degradation first tho.

Atsumu is fucking mean, and he loves that you get off to that. Not only does he love degrading you but he loves to hear you degrade yourself. (in bed only)

He makes sure you KNOW your place and you’ve have never steered from it

He finds it repulsive that you look so pretty crying for him

Honestly he’s lucky he found someone like you who enjoy his insults so he can let his slick mouth run free and say whatever he feels (not that he doesn’t already do that)

PRAISE TIME.

As someone who loves to receive praise (Atsumu) he loves giving it as well, but you know he has to tease you while you’re at it

Always telling you you can take some more

Would choke you till you almost pass out, while cooing about how cute you look with your eyes rolled back

“What a slut, so fuckin’ filthy” “Just worthless, only for me to use” “God, look at you” “You can take some more, c’mon for me” “Princess you can go a lil’ longer, cant you?’

# BOKUTO

BREED. BREED. BREED.

Thats all that’s on his mind

Bokuto wants to get you pregnant NOW.

God the way he babbles in your ear as he overstims himself fucking his cum into you

Cuddle fucking, so his mouth is directly next to your ear.

THE WHINING, OMG.

So vocal. So so vocal.

99% praise, he wants you to know you’re doing well.

Bokuto will stretch you out, he’s huge. He knows its probably not the most comfortable at first, so he’ll always ask you before putting more

That low/quiet kinda babbling between you two like “you’re so deep” “yeah? am i?” “mhm” “you like that?” “uh-huh” YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

“Give me a baby, baby” “So fucking good for me” “You’re doing so well” “Just a little more for me, you can take it” “Are you okay?”

# SAKUSA

Soft, pleasure dom Sakusa.

I TAKE NO CRITICISM

Cold on the outside but he just wants to make you feel so good

Loves reassuring you because he knows how closed off he can be

The deep moans he lets out when you claw at his back, UGHHH

His main focus is you, and how you feel. His pleasure is making you feel pleasure

HE JUST WANTS YOU TO FEEL GOOD. And his words reflect that.

Every word he says he means

Call him ‘Kiyo’, and grip the roots of his hair. He will lose it.

Loves making you repeat things for him to hear as reassurance as well

“Does it feel good right there? You want more?” “Thats it angel” “Go on, cum for me doll” “Such a good girl” “Say, you know I love you”

# SUNA

BIGGEST TEASE

But he knows just what to say to get you going.

I headcannon Suna as a backshots person, but he does love missionary so he can smile in your face when he talks to you.

Your reactions to his words is what keeps him going

Loves talking against your lips, neck, etc

Suna’s the type of person brats like in bed, someone who will make you a little embarrassed for how needy you are

He LOVES mocking you omg

He’ll start fucking you harder and then ask you a question, you cant answer him. He loves that.

Personally i think he’s more of a fucker rather than a ‘love maker’ so he just wants to have fun, meaning don’t take his teasing to heart

“Just like that?” “You’re too pretty not to ruin” “Use your words, tell me what you want” “Yeah?” “You like that don’t you? Yeah ya do” “Who makes you feel this good?”

sluttsumu 2021

[beyondspaceandstars]

That Black Tee

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, fingers, slight metal arm kink, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting -- and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs A/N: idk guys there was just something about that black tee-shirt bucky wore in episode 4 of TFATWS. it got my mind wandering. and i love practicing writing smut i hope im getting better at it lmao

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You knew you absolutely, utterly fucked the second Bucky took off his jacket, revealing that damn black tee.

So simple yet so fitting, so accentuating. He looked casual and cool yet incredibly powerful and dominant with that metal arm fully on display thanks to the short sleeves. Between that damn shirt and the hard expression he wore, you were pretty much done for. It took all you might to not march over to him right that second.

Bucky appeared to be aware of all this as he turned to you, feeling your eyes wandering shamelessly over him in that shirt. He just looked so… him. Not a soldier, not some asset, just him. And he was hot.

He shot you a little smirk, making your eyes widen, suddenly unreasonably worried your boyfriend could read your mind.

You two must’ve been too caught up in your silent communication because the next thing you heard was Sam asking if you were okay.

You jumped and forced yourself to look away from Bucky. "Yeah, Sam," you nodded, "I’m fine."

He hummed, suspicious. "Are you sure?"

But before you could answer, Bucky felt it was his time to chime in. "She’s a little distracted."

Your eyes widened again, this time sending a signal to your boyfriend to shut the hell up. He wouldn’t look at you and instead just laughed to himself.

"Distracted?" Sam questioned.

"I- I’m fine, really-,"

Bucky cut you off, "Actually, I need to talk with her about something."

Your jaw went slack as you tried finding some words of explanation, something to save yourself from this situation as you could see Sam’s concern growing. But nothing was able to come out before Bucky was grabbing your hand.

"You can’t talk to her out here?" Sam asked.

Bucky shook his head, profusely. "It’s a very private matter. Incredibly serious. Just between me and her."

"Bucky-," you just about yelped as he started walking to one of the off-shoot rooms from the living space. Sam tried asking more questions but Bucky promptly shut him down by slamming the door. Hard. It was a miracle the thing didn’t just fall right off its hinges. For whatever reason, that suddenly turned you on even more.

You stood there in the middle of the room watching as Bucky slowly turned to you. He had a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took in your nervous yet needy state. Your thighs were practically in pain from how hard you were trying to squeeze them together, wanting some relief to your core that was set ablaze by him. Him and that damn outfit. That damn hair. His damn face- God, you just needed your boyfriend right now.

Bucky walked towards you slowly, intensely. You tried averting your eyes to save yourself from crumbling but he stopped you. His fingers came to your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He appeared to be just as eager.

"What happened back there, doll?" He asked just barely above a whisper. He held your chin firmly.

"What- What do you-,"

He chuckled. The fucker chuckled at your flustered state. "What do I mean? I mean that look you were giving me. How those eyes were peeling off my clothing piece by piece. Made me want to take you right there."

Bucky’s words went straight to your core. The wetness was pooling profusely, practically soaking through your jeans. You let out a little whimper as his thumb brushed over your lip.

"It’s your tee-shirt," you whispered, surprised that you could even find any sort of words in your dazed brain. He was way too intoxicating.

Bucky’s face shifted in surprise. "My shirt?"

You nodded. "It just… looks good on you."

He couldn’t help but let out another chuckle. You pouted at his reaction which he took as the opportunity to quickly place a kiss on your lips. You tried moving into him, grinding your body with his to beg for more, but he stopped, forcing you two apart.

"Oh, doll," he mumbled as his hand left your chin and slowly made its way down your body. Over the curve of your clothed breast, down your stomach, to your hips… the hand finally dipped under the waistline of your jeans. Without much warning, two fingers traced your folds, dipping slightly in to collect the wetness. He gave a few thrust, teasingly. Bucky groaned. "You’re this wet just from how I look in my shirt?"

You gasped, nodding. Embarrassment wanted to coarse through you but the pleasure from Bucky tracing his fingers to your clit was too much. Slowly, he started with circular motions, making your body jolt. You squealed in surprise. Bucky smiled down at your reaction.

He kept it up, adding pressure every now and then as he continued. Your legs began to shake forcing you to grip his arms in support. Bucky noticed this and brought his metal hand to your hip, steadying you.

He picked up the pace, his eyes boring into yours intensely. You let out a breathy moan at the sight of him, looking at you so hungry and aroused.

"Come on, honey, cum for me," he mumbled, still working on your clit. Every now and then he’d stop to dip a finger in as if gaging your wetness. In those moments you’d groan, waiting for the contact to come back. He never let you suffer long, though, finding his way back to your clit quickly, keeping the pressured motions. "Be a good girl and cum for me, doll, and I’ll fuck you real nice against the wall just like you deserve."

That was the final straw. His words alone practically sent you over the edge. Your body shook as the first orgasm pulled through you, lighting fire throughout your body. Your hips bucked and twisted uncontrollably, almost trying to get away from the touch but Bucky didn’t lighten up. He worked you through it, whispering sweet praises in your ear, making you lose it even more.

Once you came down from the high, Bucky wasted absolutely no time gripping your hips and pushing your back to the nearest wall. You yelped in surprise before his lips attached to yours, rough and demanding.

He lifted you up and grabbed your legs, circling them around your waist. You took the opportunity to grind into him feeling his erection hit your covered core. It lit a new fire in you making you gasp at the feeling.

Bucky moved his lips down your face to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. You whined and grabbed onto that fucking tee shirt, still trying to push into him, wordlessly begging him to speed up.

"Eager, doll?" Bucky asked. You could practically hear the dumb smile on his face and it made you want to slap it off. But all you could do in response was nod.

He placed one more kiss on your lips before his hand made its way back down your body. This time he popped the buttons of your jeans open. Briefly, he placed you back down to pull your jeans to your ankles. When that task was done, you were back wrapped around his waist, now feeling the erection more prominently. You let out a deep, uncontrollable moan when it hit.

As if he understood your annoyance, Bucky quickly undid his own jeans. In your dazed state, you must’ve zoned out because the next thing you knew, your panties were just pushed to the side and his cock was breaching your walls. You two were in sync letting our moans and groans at the warmth, the wetness.

His arms held you tight as he began his thrusts, so precise and strong. You were backed into the wall forcefully, enjoying the pressure and pleasure combining into one. Your boyfriend groaned above you, sounds going right to your core which was made evident by the squelching sounding in the room.

Bucky kept his thrusts up as his metal hand left your hip and made its way to your clit. His body held you up with his other arm, giving you a second to marvel in his strength. It was always such a treat when it came out in the bedroom. How he could hold you down or hold you up had your mind spinning half the time.

As his thrusts began to pick up, his metal hand started with the circular motions again on your clit. The coldness meeting your warmth was enough to drive you crazy. Your hands fisted his shirt, trying to keep yourself grounded. You let out a surprised moan at the whole sensation which Bucky seemed to like as he gripped you harder. Your brain was going fuzzy, drunk even, as he pounded you into the wall flawlessly.

"Bucky… B-Bucky…" you choked out.

"Hmm?" You could tell he was staring at you despite your eyes being fluttered shut. He was taking in every inch of your face contorting in glorious pleasure. It seemed to drive his thrusts faster, the circular motions on your clit picking up as well.

"I- I’m gonna-,"

"You gonna cum again, doll?" He asked, a little mockingly. You would’ve bit back if you weren’t in this state but you couldn’t do anything, just take what he was giving. You nodded weakly. "Alright, honey, that’s it… Cum for me, come on. I got you."

It was like Bucky flipped that last switch as his strength and speed picked up. You yelped, clinging to his shirt even tighter.

One final push on your clit was all you needed before you were crumbling in his arms. Your body shook as your orgasm flooded you with ecstasy. Bucky didn’t want to let up with the trusts, though, chasing his own orgasm and thoroughly working you through your second. He kept pounding, his hand opting to leave your clit to grope at your breasts under your shirt. The metal hitting your skin in a new place made you squeal again.

The sounds and motions were it for Bucky as the next thing you knew, he released inside you, coating your walls and thrusting in and out, letting it leak onto your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

Bucky gave a couple more weak thrusts before he let out a final groan and stilled inside you. Both his arms now were around your waist, pulling you close as you two panted, coming down from the pleasure.

Bucky leaned forward, his head resting on your shoulder. Your hands left his shirt and came up to his hair, where you ran them through his short locks.

"Was that what you needed, doll?" He asked, voice breaking through the heaviness of the room.

You giggled, "Exactly what I needed."

"Hmm," he sighed and straightened back up. He pecked your lips. "Guess I gotta wear this shirt more often."

You gasped, slapping his chest lightly as he laughed. But you couldn’t totally disagree. "I wouldn’t complain if it made an appearance every now and then."

Bucky shook his head, "I don’t understand how a black tee shirt can get you going, doll."

After he spoke, he slowly removed himself from you, letting you down from the wall. Warm wetness began soaking your thighs feeling so intimate, so hot, it almost made you almost suggest round two right then and there but that didn’t seem on the table after Bucky handed you some tissues to clean up. Not to mention the fact there were people in the living area.

You shrugged, readjusting your shirt and pulling your jeans back on. You watched as Bucky also readjusted his appearance. "It’s because it’s on you," you insisted. "You could walk around in the most ridiculous outfits and I’d still beg you to jump my bones."

Bucky let out the most joyous laugh at that. He walked back towards you, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed a kiss on his lips, which he hummed happily into.

"I’m flattered," he mumbled. The light blush across his cheeks confirmed his words.

You smiled, "What can I say? I got a hot boyfriend and he should know it."

Bucky placed another kiss on your lips. "Oh, trust me, I think he knows it now."

You let out a giggle and pulled away from his grip, despite a little protest. "Come on," you said and motioned towards the door, "we should probably leave this room before we get any shit from them."

"Oh, you’re getting a lot of shit once you come out of that room," Sam called from the other side of the door, making both you and Bucky jump. "Might as well stay in here."

You groaned at the words, your face and neck suddenly becoming hot in embarrassment. Bucky just chuckled, somehow finding everything amusing, and wrapped an arm around you.

"Worth it, though," he whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t at all argue. Just glancing between the wall and that black tee made you suddenly hot and bothered all over again.

Bucky picked up on your gaze, once again practically reading your mind. With a suggestive smirk, he asked, "Round two?"

You bit your lip as his hand began running over the curve of your ass.

"Fine."

Bucky didn’t waste a single second before whisking you off your feet

[kavaeroexe]

yandere!luke HC

warnings : typo, bad grammar, out of character (OOC)

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Since when did they become yandere? do the realize it?

since the accident he might lose you forever

he scared on losing the one he loves and care the most, so one day you just being capture by the empire for trying to stole information, he scared more than he ever experienced in his whole life that time, there is no guarantee that you’re safe, there is no guarantee that you could escape and make your way back to him.

in the end, you’re back to his eyes and embrace, you’re back into his arms, with you cheered up face that you make it to escape and brought an useful information, but no more, he thought, no more you taking mission ever again, at least without him. don’t you know its dangerous? don’t you know that you might just leave him alone? since that day, he promised himself to keep you safe, even though that means he has to manipulate his world, which is you.

he doesn’t realize it, so do his friends and connection

why would he realize he’s being yandere? his friends, end even his sister doesn’t feel he’s doing something wrong, world is a cruel place, and all he do is to protect you, nothing else, just to keep you safe, why don’t you let him be?

you tried to explain to them so many times already, but unfortunately they still don’t get it, i mean, they start to think you’re the one who’s weird.

but you realize he’s being yandere is just the worst case, i believe that there is a small small possibility for you to realize, whether if you like him or not in the first place, the way he’s acting around you will slowly make you melt and of course fall in love with him.

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How do they solve their jealousy problems?

he never changed, just being needy to you

puppy eyes, pouty face, his hands being need and his mad sounds when he’s talking already show him that he’s jealous, nothing else. so when you done talking to other people that he sees that they’re attracted to you, he’s beyond jealous, when you comeback to saw his presence, standing quietly, and doesn’t open his arms like he used to be, that’s it, that’s how he start his “jealousy”

“are you mad?”, “no.. just lost in thought.”

yes i do said him being needy, but being grumpy is his natural reaction, so when the time passed long enough, he’ll just catch you and plant kisses as many as possible, try not to let your sounds out because the louder you are the longer he gets to do it, if its not enough, he’ll just go straight at hug you deeply and put his face on top of your chest and just be there until you say that you don’t have any interest on the guy you’ve been talking to earlier.

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What parts of moment(s) and parts of you that they likes the best? the one that they cherish the most?

moments

your first time being the unusual you or your weird reaction because of him

he thinks its cute actually, the moment you sputtering nonsense if he says he loves you at the first time, it went like “i- i love.. you” with his shy face, and that face changed in the matter of seconds, as he saw you stutter “y-yeah thanks blond- erm Tatooine man..i mean- geantleman..no no i mean Luke..”

or you being silent when he kiss you for the first time, absolute dunny and adorable, at first he’s the one who already making an escape scenario like walk grumpily -> kiss -> run, but when he saw you standing still with no reaction, he changed his mind, he start to just laugh at you instead.

your body parts

not to be horny, i think he likes your thighs.. every time he’s on his mind about you, he always find himself sometimes focus on your thighs, like the small thighs that is feels light if he carries you or the thick thighs that bring comfort if he put his head on top of it

ok but the reason he fall in love to you based on your appearance is your smile, when you offers him help for the first time with such smile, he can’t help but want to use a speeder and scream out of nowhere, now by the times passed, he still feels so badump badump if he look directly at your smile, he wants to protect that smile, if he could be selfish, he wants that smile to be just for him, no one else.

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What would they do if they finds you doubt them? Or for a nonsense reason, you start to hate them?

sad, guilt tripping (?)

i don’t really sure for guilt tripping, but he’ll be so sad, and to convince you, he’s going to act two times sadder because in that way you’ll forgive her, or maybe he’s just act ignorant so that you’ll know that he’s super sad.

if Leia or Han founds out, and if you haven’t feels bad for making Luke super sad like that, they both will try hard to remind you at Luke’s condition and try to convince you that he does nothing wrong. even though they aren’t reminding you, you already feels bad, then they’ll try to help you find a good way to apologize to Luke, even though Luke doesn’t need a super super amazing apologize, just hug him and say you deeply sorry, he’ll forgive you, the one he loves the most, right?

.

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if you get hurt, what would they react and do afterwards?

ban you from any mission.

that’s it, this is going to be the last, no more missions, no more fighting, just try to fix a ship- or anything else. just don’t go outside, especially alone. you’ll only be able to use your weapon when you’re running away or you’re on an evacuation, besides that, you will never be permitted to use your weapon.

shh don’t rebel, its all just for you, remember? nothing else matters for him but the ones hw loved the most, you understand? if you’re try to broke his words, surely everyone around you will help you to straighten your rebel in the matter of seconds, got that?

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[miyaagis]

oikawa is a handsome man, there’s no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad he’s your dad’s best friend

+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader

+ word c. 2,730

+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isn’t, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men

+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ♡ three weeks late, yes

the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dad’s friends.

oikawa’s playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that he’s been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.

“a drink for the princess.”

flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.

oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.

“my dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,” you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.

he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. it’s sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sun—unbothered. but it’s even worse how the star of those thoughts it’s his best friend’s daughter.

“you’re an adult, you’re allowed to have fun.”

you scoff, “tell him that.”

iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.

“he’s your dad. it’s kind of his job,” he tilts his head in his friend’s direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, “and mine is to be the cool uncle.”

you can’t help but snort, “who said you were cool?”

oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body. 

he doesn’t have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until you’re reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.

“–kawa you asshole!”

hanamaki’s voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.

“don’t stay under the sun for too long,” oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, “or you’ll get wrinkles.”

you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.

—

the sun has already set when you make your way inside.

you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.

oikawa’s shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.

“you’re doing it wrong.”

he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, “i’m sorry?”

you smirk, “you’re forgiven.”

he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know he’s enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.

“this, is how you do it.”

he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, “you’re being too awfully cocky lately.”

“not my fault you can’t open a wine bottle the right way,” you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.

it’s probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawa’s mouth before he can think twice.

“oh? care to tell me what else i don’t do the right way?”

you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, “you’d be surprised. i know more than what you may think.”

“i doubt it.”

“try me.”

the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.

“do you know what’s been on my mind lately?” he’s the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.

your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if he’s a predator and you the helpless prey.

“you.”

he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

“oi!” 

you both jump at the sound of your dad’s voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.

“they’re hammered, i’m going to drive them home. you need a ride?”

the question’s directed at oikawa, who’s suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.

did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friend’s face lets him know he doesn’t suspect a thing.

“nah, i’m good,” the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, “i’ll clean up and then i’ll be on my way out.”

on a normal day, iwaizumi would’ve refused. but if he could escape your mom’s wrath after the mess they made, then he’d take it in a heartbeat. good thing she’s out on her casino night.

“thanks, man. see you around.”

you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.

you can’t help but deflate a bit, sensing the ‘moment’ between you is gone.

“where were we?”

your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, “you said… you said you were thinking of me.”

oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.

“mhm, all day,” his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, “i’ve been thinking about fucking you.” 

a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“you enjoyed teasing me, didn’t you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?”

he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, “i could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,” one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he can’t help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, “hmm, so cute.”

oikawa’s lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.

“a-ah, uncle tooru,” you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.

two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.

“naughty girl, so wet already,” he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.

the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.

“mm, fuck–” it’s exhilarating how good he’s making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.

“feels good, hm?”

“yes, yes, so so good–” your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, “please… faster.”

the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.

“so needy,” he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, “be a doll and cum for me. will you? c’mon, baby. i know you can do it.”

your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.

it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.

it’s not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.

oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.

his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.

“baby, i need to– hmm,” the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, “need to fuck you.”

your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.

“want you so badly, please.”

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,” he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, “you’re gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.

“y-yes, i’ll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.”

“yes, what?” his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.

“yes... sir.”

a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, “good girl.”

before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.

with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.

he’s turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.

“patience, baby. i’m not going anywhere,” he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, “shit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.”

“you can have me whenever you want, sir. i’m yours.”

his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until he’s bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.

“feels so good… m-more.”

strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.

“tightest cunt i’ve ever fucked,” he groans.

“h-harder, fuck me harder,” you plead and, in a matter of seconds, he’s ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, “god– ugh, want your cum.”

“hm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?”

he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.

“‘m so close,” your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, “gonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.”

oikawa’s grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, “shit– so tight,” he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, “fuck, fuck, i’m cumming!”

he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.

his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.

“s-sir, no more! ‘m too sensitive– ah,” your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.

he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, “one more, baby.”

“i-i can’t! no, no, no, please...” your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.

the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until he’s flooding it with his thick cum.

“shit, princess. of course you can. isn’t this what you wanted? you’re such a slut for me, i’ve known it all this time.”

you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.

“holy shit.”

everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as you’re sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until he’s filling it again.

the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.

“fuck, baby,” he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, “look at you, my pretty little slut.

your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.

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[noteguk]

bad influence | jjk | m

— summary; in which you know Jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, hair pulling, breast play, jk has a big dick and an attitude, unprotected sex (condoms are your friends), jk being kind of a douche, use of the word “slut”, cum eating, creampie, cockwarming, possessiveness, he slaps her ass like once, enemies to fuckbuddies pretty much 

— words; 4.5k

— author’s note; I got carried away because I don’t know how to control myself!!! Also bad boy Jungkook is a fucking concept and I’m exhausted. Have fun. //  BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

You didn’t even know who you were trying to convince when you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for Jungkook’s cheap charms anymore because, clearly, that wasn’t working. Every time you saw him, every dumb promise you made in front of the mirror came crumbling down, erasing your defenses along with it. 

That whole “falling for the bad boy” fiasco was really pathetic, and you knew that terribly well. You thought you had prepared yourself well enough to see through that mess of testosterone and leather jackets, of hollow smirks and messy dark hair. You knew better than to get involved with someone that didn’t take anything seriously and, worse, that mocked you for doing the opposite. 

You knew that Jeon Jungkook was nothing but trouble and, yet, you came crawling back to him every single time.  

“Fuck,” he moaned against your mouth, his eyes flickering shut at another roll of your hips. His voice was so deep, so rough, that you felt yourself clenching around nothing, a small whimper dripping from your lips as you pressed your panties against his bulge one more time. “You should wear skirts more often, you look like a sexy schoolgirl.”

You rolled your eyes, struggling to keep your balance on his lap. Straddling him on the driver seat of his car really wasn’t how you thought your night out would end, but it wasn’t all that surprising either. “I fucking hate you sometimes,” you spat.

Jungkook smirked, taking one of his large hands to the back of your head. “Only sometimes? I should try harder, then.”

You were left without a chance to respond because, within a second, he was pressing his lips against yours in a deep, sensual kiss. Jungkook always made out with you like he was about to lose you, like he was drowning and you were his last, desperate gush of air. Jungkook had been the only one who had ever kissed you like that, so messy, but yet so passionate; every curl of his tongue against yours making you melt in his embrace. You, of course, would never tell him how much you liked it, your pride would never allow you to do so.

His palm was firm and hot against your cheek, tilting your head slightly to the side so he could deepen the kiss. His other hand was tenderly placed on your hips, guiding them as you continued to grind against his clothed erection. The air inside his car was so heavy that you felt as if you couldn’t even breathe, only small whimpers echoing between your mouths at the gentle caresses of your clit against the fabric of his pants. 

But, as much as Jungkook was having fun, that grinding session was starting to annoy him a bit. He had been waiting to have you all night — going through the motions of boring bar conversations and brushing off the shameless flirting of other girls — and he wasn’t going to spend his sweet time just dry humping you like you two were horny teenagers. 

So, he took his shot as you raised your hips from his. Before you could move your body down once again, one of his hands traveled beneath the hem of your skirt, his nails pressing down on the skin of your thighs as he made his way towards your pussy. Jungkook had been daydreaming about your cunt wrapping around his cock for far too long then, and he needed to remind himself of how good that felt. 

“Fuck, babygirl, look at you… You’re soaked and I didn’t even touch you yet.” Jungkook smirked wickedly, his fingers faintly tracing its way up and down your clothed folds. You shivered at the contact, biting on your lip to avoid moaning out — he, of course, noticed that. He had quite the natural talent when it came to seeing what made you tick. “Why are you holding back, baby? Afraid that someone will hear you?” 

Your only response was a shaky breath from your nose, the words far too complicated to leave your mouth. Only Jungkook, in all of his great self, was able to make you such a mess so quickly, and you hated your body for being so reactive under his touches. It was the expectation, you noticed, the anticipation of knowing how well he fucked you, of knowing he was only taking his time before ruining you. 

Without hesitation, he pulled your panties to the side and placed two of his fingers between your pussy lips, barely brushing your entrance. Jungkook covered his digits with your wetness and moved them toward your clit, pressing them delicately on your sensitive nub. “I asked you a question, baby.” 

A bit overwhelmed, you breathed out, trying to keep yourself composed. It was almost impossible when it came to him. “Yeah, I don’t want people to know,” you admitted. 

He knew that, of course. It was a common worry amongst the two of you — especially when Jungkook had such a thing when it came to risky places to have sex in. Fucking you in his car, right outside the bar where you two had accidentally ran into each other, was far from being one of the most out-there situations he had created. 

“Hm? Know what?” He continued playing his self-indulgent game, pressing down on your clit. Your body jilted at the contact, mouth parting slightly and hands resting on his broad shoulders as he began slowly moving in circles over your sweet spot. “That pretty little ___ isn’t such a good girl, after all?” 

“J-Jungkook,” his name was a pathetic moan that died on your tongue, barely a whispered plea as he continued his advances on your clit. You had broken down so easy and so fast, you didn’t even remember you had once promised yourself that you would never come back to his bad boy shenanigans. 

But it was so, so hard to keep yourself away from him. You were only human, and Jungkook was this little demon ruining you just a bit more every time. 

“Are you worried that they’ll know that, beneath all those good grades, all those nights spent studying in your room, all that fucking charity work...” His fingers pressed harshly against your clit and your back arched, making you almost hit the steering wheel behind you. The thought of accidentally pressing down the horn made your blood run cold, and you forced yourself to lean back against his chest. “That under all that, you’re still a slut for my cock?” 

Your eyes fluttered shut, pleasure starting to climb up your spine as his voice guided you towards the past. All the times you snuck out during the night, all the times he fucked you raw after just bickering with you in front of your friends. All the times you told everyone that he was just a pile of trouble, and yet you begged for him to bury himself between your thighs until you were crying out his name. Really, it was difficult to find a bratty clapback when he was fucking you senseless, and Jungkook seemed to like that discovery just as much as you. 

And still, sometimes he didn’t like when you didn’t answer him. 

“You’re so shy all of a sudden…” he trailed off, taking one of his hands to pull up your crop top. He didn’t take it off, especially when he knew you’d freak out being topless in a public parking lot, he just needed to have better access to your bra. “You aren’t this quiet when you’re around other people, though. Always mocking me, being so mean…” 

“Don’t play the victim, you do the same to me,” you found the strength to respond, making Jungkook stop his motions on your clit right away. You sighed in frustration, your shoulders falling as you watched him lick his lips. “Why did you stop?”

“I’m waiting,” he said.

“For what?” 

“For an answer, baby.” He smirked. “You’re so mean. You always leave me hanging.” 

“That’s not true,” you said, taking your hands to his nape. There, you played with the strands of his hair, making him groan after a harsh pull. “What’s the question?” 

Jungkook hummed, taking his free hand to your bra and cupping one of your breasts — his other one was still paused, hovering over your clit like an unspoken promise. “Do people know?” He repeated, unclamping your bra with one swift motion and pushing it up along with your top. “Do they know how much of a dirty girl you are?” 

You swallowed hard and pushed your body against his fingers, trying to find some more friction. “I’m not,” you said, but could not believe your own words. “It’s just—“

The lie vanished the second that his lips found your nipple, his velvety tongue coming out to circle around it before he gave you a harsh suck. You pressed yourself closer to his mouth at the contact, and you could no longer hide the needy moan that escaped you — which seemed to satisfy Jungkook. 

“You’re not?” He spoke as he pulled away from your breast. Jungkook’s fingers slithered away from your clit and dove inside your pussy without further warning, making you cry out his name. No matter how many times you touched yourself, your fingers could never compare to his larger ones, making you stretch out so sweetly around them. “So why are you soaking my fingers like this? That’s so filthy, baby...” 

You clenched your teeth. “God, you’re so annoying.” 

“And you’re so wet,” this time, however, the mockery in his voice had faded a bit, giving space to a newfound wave of lust. As much as Jungkook loved to tease you, he was quite fast to break too — and the lewd sounds of your pussy were making him lose his mind. “Are you remembering all the times I fucked you before? All the times I pounded this tight pussy until you were crying? Begging for my cock?” 

God, you could feel as the heat started to spread down your body, guided by his words alone. When you spoke again, your voice wasn’t as firm as you expected. “J-Jungkook, that’s not…”

“Not what, baby?” He interrupted, tilting his head to the side. You hated how clothed he was, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted to ride him like that — in that stupid leather jacket of his. “You didn’t like it?”

“I- I did.” It was getting hard to think when his thick fingers were pumping in and out of you so well. “I loved it.”

Those words left your throat before you could stop yourself, and your heart almost sank when you realized you had actually praised Jungkook, local douchebag, for something. You knew that he wouldn’t let that go anytime soon. “Loved being fucked like a good slut, right?” He asked, moving his fingers faster. You moaned especially loud when he started pushing them apart, scissoring you. 

“Yes,” you gasped, utterly defeated at that point. 

“Hmmm… so let me ask you again, and I expect a direct answer this time,” Jungkook said, leaning his head against the crook of your neck. His voice was a cloud of heat against your skin, vibrating up and down your body. “Do people know that you’re a slut for my cock?”

“No,” you finally responded, fingers digging on his hair. Your pleasure was increasing so fast that you knew it was just a matter of time before you were cumming around his fingers, like you had done so many times before. “Only you know, Jungkook.” 

That seemed to really satisfy him, because it was his turn to grunt against your flesh. The sound of his voice, so hoarse and guttural, made you clench around his fingers. “You’re getting so tight, baby.” He breathed out, unable to hide the desire that coated his words. Jungkook really needed to feel that delicious pussy of yours around his cock before he went insane. “Close?”

This time, your answer didn’t take long to come out. “Yes.”

“I have another question for you,” he started, and you would've rolled your eyes at him if you weren’t so awfully close to your high. “Do you wanna come on my cock or my fingers?”

“Both, please,” you moaned out and rolled your hips against his hand, dignity long forgotten. You wondered what your friends would say if they knew you were pleading for Jungkook, of all people, to make you cum. 

“Not both, you have to pick one.” Jungkook stopped his movements for the second time that night, and you couldn’t help cursing out at the absence of motion. You clenched around his fingers, making a sly smirk spread across his features. “I’m feeling especially greedy tonight.”

“Fuck you,” you said, taking a moment to organize your thoughts. As much as you really, really needed to cum, the idea of not having Jungkook’s dick inside you was much worse than waiting just a few more minutes to have it. “Your cock.”

He smiled and, for a moment, he almost looked innocent. Almost. “I thought so,” Jungkook teased, giving you one final pump of his fingers and watching as you bit your lip at the abrupt feeling. “I know you love it.” 

You scoffed. “You have such an attitude.” 

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as he removed his fingers from your pussy, watching how they shimmered, coated by your wetness. He looked up at you and took his hand towards your mouth. “Let me see you taste it,” he told you, tapping on your bottom lip. Obedient, you opened your mouth for him, allowing for his digits to slither inside. With a whimper, you sucked him like you would his cock, curling your tongue around him in a way that left Jungkook cursing out. “So fucking hot.” 

His eyes were focused on your mouth as he pulled his fingers away from it, swallowing dry at the “pop” sound it made when it left your lips. “Now,” he almost groaned, “let me taste it.” 

Jungkook crashed his mouth on yours, making you moan against his kiss once again. His tongue hungrily danced with yours, searching for your taste as his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you down against his aching member. You never wanted something as much as you wanted to feel him inside you right then, and Jungkook also didn’t want to wait any longer. 

He smirked against your mouth when he heard the sound of his zipper opening, your hands working fast to pull his pants down. “I told you that you love my cock.”

“God,” you complained, pulling at the hem of his pants. Jungkook raised his hips from the seat so you could slide them down, bringing his underwear along with it. “Do you ever stop talking?” 

“Only when you let me eat you out.” His cock had sprung free, resting against his abdomen as your hands moved to grab it. Again, another compliment that you would never give him, but Jungkook had one of the prettiest (and biggest) dicks you had ever seen; already so enlarged and red-tipped, leaking with pre-cum. Just looking at it made you horny, and it wasn’t long before you were taking it in your hand, giving it a few pumps before brushing your thumb over his crown, spreading his wetness all over it. “Fuck, that feels good.” 

The pleasure in his voice almost blinded you for a moment, making you forget what had been your intention in the first place. However, as you felt yourself clenching around nothing, you came back to your senses. 

“I wanna feel your warm little cunt around me, baby,” Jungkook breathed out, watching as your hand continued to pump him. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling especially nice tonight,” you told him, placing your thighs closer to his center. With a grunt of expectation, Jungkook’s eyes followed as you raised your skirt with one hand and guided his cock towards your heat with the other one. “Ready to make your schoolgirl fantasy come to life?” 

He opened his lips to respond, but his voice was lost the second that you pressed his tip against your opening, coating his cock with your warmness. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, hands grabbing your ass as you sank down on him. 

“Oh, God,” you whined as you bottomed out, your walls pulsating around him as you got used to his size. No matter how many times he fucked you, you couldn’t get used to his large size and the amazing way he filled you up like no one else could. “Jungkook, you’re so big.” 

That was another comment that, unfortunately, you could not hold back. Because you hated yourself, that was why. “You can take it, baby,” he said, pressing down on your ass. “Be a good girl and take everything.” 

With his added force, you sank down until you had all of him inside you, practically sitting against his thighs by the time you were done. Taken away by the delicious feeling of his thick cock inside you, you started slowly setting a pace, moving up just so you could crash back down; the sound of skin on skin filling the still, muffled atmosphere of his car. 

“Shiiiiit, ____, you’re so tight.” He breathed out heavy, watching the way your bodies connected; the way his dick was coated by your wetness. “I can’t get used to it, it’s the best pussy I’ve ever had.” 

Now it was your time to be carried away by his compliments. It was stupid, but having Jungkook praise you (especially after he spent most of his days making fun of you) had you feeling over the moon. Before you could hold yourself back, you were already setting up a rhythm, bouncing up and down on him in a way that got him seeing stars; moaning in delight every time you rolled your hips on him. 

“Fuck, yeah, ride this cock,” Jungkook groaned, thowing his head back against the seat. His hair was a mess, falling over his eyes and gluing against his sweaty forehead; and yet he looked like sin incarnated as you fucked yourself onto him. Those saliva-coated lips, those furrowed eyebrows, and the deep, hungry gaze that he sent you way every time you sunk down on him would be the death of you. 

Jungkook breathed out as you started to pick up your pace, your hands pressing down on his shoulders as your ass bounced against his thighs. “Such a good slut,” he praised breathlessly, taking one of his hands to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes.  “Such a filthy little thing.” 

Pride forgotten, you knew what he wanted to hear. “O-only for you,” your words were a confusing mess of syllables, mind drunk on the feeling of his big cock pumping in and out of you. Only Jungkook could fill you up like that, only he could make you such a mess so quickly. 

“Oh, I know, baby.” His palm came down heavy against the globe of your ass, stinging your skin and making you cry out in an amazing mixture of pain and desire. You whimpered at the feeling that his slap left behind, your eyes dazed and unfocused as you looked down at the boy. “This pussy is all mine.” 

You called out his name as he started thrusting up, the force of his movements increasing your pleasure immensely. You loved when Jungkook started to get rough with you, when he started to use you like you were just a doll for him to seek his own high. 

He pulled on your hair, making your head tilt backwards and presenting him with a glorious view of your neck. Jungkook groaned against your flesh, his lips and tongue attacking your skin in a way that you knew would leave marks the following day — just the way he liked it. “I want to fuck you forever,” he moaned, “Wanna make this pussy so messy with my cum. Mark it as my own.”

“It’s yours, Jungkook,” you told him, lost in the buildup of your pleasure. “It’s all yours.”

He groaned, and the force of his hips snapping against yours only increased. Weak, you allowed your body to tumble against his strong chest, letting him use you the way he wanted it. 

“Such a tight and wet pussy for me,” he moaned out through clenched teeth. Jungkook looked almost animalistic then, only wanting to fuck you until his stamina ran out. “Say my name, baby.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasped. 

“Louder,” he hissed, buckling his hips higher. The feeling of his cock thrusting upwards and reaching even deeper inside you got you seeing stars, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. “I want everyone to hear it. Hear how good I make you feel, hear that this pussy is all mine.” 

Any other time, you would refuse to do something so absurd — but, at that moment, your mind was floating far away from that car, and all that you wanted was to be a good girl for him. “Jungkook!” you called his name louder, moaning out at you felt his cock throbbing inside you. 

“Again,” he rasped out, his jaw clenching. 

“Jungkook, fuck!” You almost yelled out, the world turning into nothing as you continued to fuck yourself on his cock. Moments like those were wonderful: all your problems went away, and you could only focus on the way he made you feel so deliciously full. 

“Ah, that’s it, shit,” he cursed out, member throbbing inside your pussy, “I’m gonna fucking cum.” 

You cried out at the thought, wanting nothing more than to see him cuming because of you. “C-Cum inside me, please.”

“Yeah, baby,” he said, his voice lost in pleasure. You could feel his desperation from the way his hips crashed against yours with much more force, hitting deep inside you. “Take everything.” 

His mind went blank when you clenched around his cock, wiping everything away from him but the delicious feeling of your walls sinking down on him. Jungkook looked like he was in a haze, his eyes unfocused and teeth sinking on his lip, barely watching the way he disappeared inside you. He only needed a bit more to be pushed over the edge. 

“Please, fill me up, Jungkook,” you begged. His eyes darted towards yours, watching your face. He could see that you had tears pooling at the corner of your eyes, a faint heat in your cheeks. God, he had completely ruined you. “Please, I need your cum.” 

And that was it. His orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, a deep groan leaving his throat as he spilled himself inside you, hearing the lewd sounds of your wetness as he continued to thrust up against your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed, head falling against the seat once more. Jungkook’s eyes closed as he felt the last drops of his cum being milked by you, his mind a jumble of broken words and disconnected ideas. “Oh, fuck, baby, fuck. Take it, baby, fuck...” 

Of course you did as he asked, and you took every drop of his cum until it was starting to spill out of you. You couldn’t even look down, but you were sure that you were a complete mess between your legs. “J-Jungkook, I’m so close,” you cried out, drunk on the feeling of his thrusts. 

“God, that’s it.” He pressed down on your hips, overwhelmed with the feeling of your walls clenching around his sensitive member. Jungkook loved it, though, loved seeing you cum around his cock like it was all that you ever wanted to do; loved watching your face as you looked at him with so much desperation that he almost grunted out. You really were a precious thing. “Make a mess on my fat cock, come on, baby. Let me see you cum for me.” 

His request was like magic to you, and you came right after, calling his name amidst breathy moans and high-pitched whimpers. Jungkook kept whispering in your ear as you rode your high, praising how good you were for him, how good you felt around him, until you crashed down against his chest, absolutely spent. 

Still, you had experienced enough sexual adventures with Jungkook to know that he still wanted two more things before he called it a night. He had his particular tastes. 

“Let me see it.” Jungkook told you about a minute later, and you knew exactly what he wanted you to do. With your thighs still trembling a little, you leaned back against the steering wheel and pushed your body upwards, letting his dick slip out of you. Jungkook hummed in delight as you pulled up your skirt and he watched his cum dripping down your thighs, painting your folds in a delicate shade of white. He always loved to admire his work. “So fucking pretty… and all mine.”

You had to bite down your lip not to whimper at the touch of his fingertips against your pussy, catching a bit of his cum on them. He took it to his mouth, humming around his digits as he tasted himself. “You always make such a mess,” you complained. 

“Shut up, I always clean it.” Jungkook sighed, looking at you almost tenderly. “You know what I’m gonna ask.”

Yes, you did. 

You sighed. “Fine.”

Jungkook hummed happily as you propped yourself over his cock once again, now half-hard, and placed it back inside you, sinking down until you were sitting on his lap. “Good girl.” He sighed in bliss, his hand caressing your hair as you rested your head against his broad chest. You didn’t understand why Jungkook loved staying inside you after sex, but you couldn’t deny that you weren’t bothered by it. You just liked to pretend as if you were. “Feels so nice.” 

You pressed yourself against his chest. “I hate you.” 

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your lower back. “No, you don’t.” 

And you hated that he was right.

~ 

BAD INFLUENCE COLLECTION

[sinfulcries]

hi sir! i really enjoy your works so could i request atsumu's senpai catching him jacking off while moaning reader's name in the locker room and reader takes his virginity on the spot?

maneater — atsumu x male reader

author's notes. UHM I AM SO SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT REALLY INTO IT HAHAHA. this was also beta read by my lodicakes @bunbyy <3 thank you so much NJKNDKJA

tw. senpai kink, public sex, exhibitionism, mating press, caught masturbation, university au, virginity loss, peer pressure, belly bulge, size difference, unprotected sex, barebacking, facefucking, facial, sleazy senpai reader

Miya Atsumu, by all means, was never interested in dating or the concept of love and crushes and infatuation. All of those seemed vaguely unfamiliar to the boy who only had volleyball on his victory-hungry mind. When it came to a certain male on his team however, he would instantly lose his composure. His knees would feel like jelly whenever their fingers would brush against each others accidentally and his face would heat up like wildfire when the flirty, tall senior would attempt to flirt with him.

A crush, Miya supposed. These feelings would go away sooner or later but Osamu and his teammates who clearly caught onto Atsumu’s strange behavior, begged to differ.

More often than intended, you two would have the thickest and most uncomfortable sexual tension. And one of those instances was right now.

After one of your practice matches, you had peeled your shirt off to reveal your seemingly perfect body. Atsumu revelled in the way your skin glistened under the sheer layer of sweat coating your big arms and your toned abdomen, or the way the fabric of your shorts hung low and exposed more than what meets the eye, leaving Atsumu to imagine the rest of what laid beneath. The blonde made sure to take his sweet time memorizing every crevice of your toned stomach, failing to notice the teasing smirk plastered on your face.

Interrupting the male’s not so discreet sightseeing, you chuckled. “Enjoying the view, Tsumu?” You teased, making the said male blush embarrassedly. “N-No! Shut yer trap, Senpai!” He sneered only to receive a grin from you in reply. “You know, You’re really cute when you’re flustered, dollface.”

God, the things you did to him were dangerous and the cute pet name went straight to his cock, making it noticeably twitch against his thigh. The shorter man merely ignored your statement with a blush on his face, giving you an embarrassed wave before walking towards the locker room, “I'm gonna take a shower.”

By showering, Atsumu meant releasing his sexual frustration by jacking off to the thought of you fucking him. The wing spiker shut his eyes in pleasure as he flicked his wrist around his length shamelessly, lips parted ever so slightly as he moaned your name.

The thought of you manhandling him, having him pressed up against your chest as you fucked him raw made Atsumu shut his eyes tightly. His pace only increased as he fisted his cock much faster, imagining that it was your bigger hand instead. This was definitely more than a crush-- Miya just came to the thought of his teammate for fuck’s sake! Thank God you weren’t there to witness the sinful and humiliating act that he had just committed.

By the time he came, shooting thick ribbons of white cum onto the tile walls, he rinsed the rest of his body clean before reaching out of the stall to grab his towel. Before he could even grasp the cloth, another person snatched it before he could, making him groan frustratedly.

“‘Samu, I swear if this is you, I’ll cut yer ba—”

When Atsumu opened the shower curtain however, the culprit was not his twin brother but instead, you stood in front of him with an amused look on your face. Your teasing expression only making the shorter man gulp nervously.

Avoiding your coy gaze, you taunted, “You’re a bad boy, Atsumu.” while moving to pin the blonde against the tile walls. Atsumu let out a soft squeak, feeling your calloused fingertips rubbing teasingly against the rim of his ass.

“Touching yourself to the thought of me.” You growled, leaning in to lap at the expanse of his neck, your teeth slowly dragging against his skin leaving bite marks on the clean flesh.

The blonde let out a breathy moan, as he tried to explain himself, however his mind was clouded with nothing but lust and disbelief. “I’ll give you the real thing instead. How does that sound?” You whispered, making the blonde shake his head. “I-I don’t want to..”

As much as he desperately wanted to feel your cock messing up his insides, he was embarrassingly enough, a virgin. And to have his virginity taken in some dirty locker room had him thinking more rationally, holding himself back from succumbing into his desires.

“Why not? Are you a virgin?” You teased, making Atsumu pipe up with humiliation. “Am not!” He protested.

Not believing the blonde, your hand inched towards his ass, prodding at his entrance with one finger. The male immediately jolted forward into your chest, squeaking as you pushed the digit in. “F-feels weird…” Atsumu murmured.

Ah, a virgin. How adorable.

The best people to fuck, in your not so humble opinion, were virgins. They were quite similar to new toys— they’d have your cock inside of their cunts, getting a good feel of how big you are before they’re reduced to a sobbing mess, feeling your cock molding them into your shape.

“C’mon now, ‘Tsumu, don’t be such a buzzkill for yer senpai.” You mused, giving his ass a harsh slap. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be gentle.” Your words weren’t the most convincing especially paired with the predatory gaze in your eyes. Nonetheless, Atsumu complied hesitantly, deciding to trust you instead, “Ugh fine. Ya better be gentle or I’m backing out.”

‘You’d be too addicted to even think about backing out’ You thought to yourself, grinning as you pulled the blonde out of the shower, urging him to lay down on one of the benches before pulling your shorts off along with your boxers.

By no means were you remotely close to small. Atsumu shamelessly drooling at the sight of your thick cock leaking beads of precum in your hand. Miya could only gulp as you pressed the smooth head of your cock against his bottom lip, letting the fat head part his lips open. “W-Wait you won’t go too deep right?” Atsumu mumbled worriedly.

“Just trust me.” You responded, guiding the rest of your cock inside of his mouth slowly. And without a single warning, you grabbed the boy by the back of his head, pulling him in closer as he choked helplessly on your cock. “You can take it right Tsum? Senpai knows you can.” The condescending grin that wormed its way onto your lips made Atsumu moan against your cock, your hips now moving to fuck the wing spiker’s warm throat.

You could vaguely hear the sound of him choking and gurgling around your thick length, the younger man’s jaw now going slack with how long you’ve been mercilessly thrusting into his mouth. “Shh, Samu might walk in at any minute. How would he react to seeing his cute lil twin getting facefucked by his sleazy senior?” You whispered tauntingly, Miya only “mmf!”-ing in reply.

With your thrusts slowly becoming sloppy as you felt your high approaching, you took your cock of the blonde’s mouth before spilling your load on his pretty face, relishing in the way your cum dripped over the boy’s cute features. “S-Senpai…” The boy panted, shakily taking your cock in his small hand “Want more…”

Your prediction was proven to be correct. Miya Atsumu was already addicted to your cock and you haven’t even taken his virginity yet! What a charming lil whore, so easy for you to break and corrupt!

Smiling at the blonde, your fingers were now pushed against the puffy rim of his ass, the dampness from his recent shower making it much easier to prep his hole for your cock. Atsumu let out a soft gasp as you started to curl and twist your fingers inside of him, his body writhing cutely against the bench he was laying on. “Mm so tight, I can’t wait to fill this cute cunt up.”

Miya blushed at your words, the venom in your voice making him flush red with how needy he was for you. Jolting upwards, he could feel your fingers brushing against his prostate, a flurry of high pitched moans ripping past his throat as you continued to fingerfuck the poor boy. “Ssssso good~!” Squealing girlishly, Atsumu’s cock trembled before he came on his stomach.

“Fuck, you look so hot” You rasped out, admiring the way his chest heaved up and down, his oversensitive cock now twitching against his stomach. As much as you wanted to spend your time admiring the view, your patience was wearing thin, and you could barely keep yourself from climbing on top of his quivering figure, aligning the head of your cock against his puckered rim before pushing every inch inside of him. The pain was absolutely unbearable-- the thought of pushing you off of him was the only thing occupying his mind as he blinked back the fat tears forming in his eyes.

As expected, his ass felt so good wrapped around your cock. Nothing beats the feel of a freshly entered, young virgin, especially since he looked so pretty folded down on the bench with your cock filling his ass.

“It hurts! Too big--!” Atsumu whimpered, finally letting the tears he had been holding back stream down his pretty little face. You only grasped both of his legs in response, folding him with ease so that his ass was raised to take in more of your cock. With you, balls deep inside of him-- It was safe to say that Atsumu was slowly breaking. It was obvious with how his tongue was stuck out, eyes crossed lewdly as the tears, cum and drool on his face mixed messily together. The satisfaction of burying every inch of your cock inside of his ass only brought a wicked smile on to your face and it didn’t take long for you to start fucking him and breeding him against the dirty bench, each euphoric thrust sending atsumu overdrive as he breathlessly panted for more. His whimpers sent you into a frenzy, your hips pistolling deeper to abuse his prostate-- and the blonde could only scream for dear life as you pounded into his guts mercilessly.

Rich, deep moans spilled from your lips only aiding Atsumu into orgasming much faster. And Your brash, rapid thrusts made ‘Tsumu moan out in pure bliss, keeping himself balanced as he held onto your sturdy arms. “Such a fucking cockslut for a virgin.” You groaned, Driving your cock deeper inside of him so that you could marvel at the little bump bulging out of his toned stomach.

“Look at that, you can even see my cock in yer little tummy.” Teasing him never got old, especially with the cute whine that came out of his mouth. “If only the team was able to see just how much of a virgin whore you really are.”

That alone was enough to make Atsumu cum once more, and with one more drive of your hips against his colon, you watched as his body spasmed against your cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cried out your name.

Although you did have a bad habit of tossing virgins away once you were done using them up, you were certain that you’d keep Miya Atsumu for a while. After all, he was quite fun to play with.