#need to make more gifs but i'm too lazy to grind for skins

[yourmidnightlover]

needy

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: reader gets xaviers attention and turns to tease him.

warnings: reader rides xavier, sub!xavier, kinda soft dom!reader, teasing hehehe, very soft and giggly aftercare at the end, its short and spicy and sweet

a/n: this is a shrot little smutty blurb with SUB XAVIER bc he totally is. and the votes on my next actual fic has turned to be make up smut SO this is to compromise. we get subby xavier, and make up smut. win-win!

it had started innocently, you wanting more attention as he was playing his game, but once you started kissing his neck you knew he was done for.

now, here you were riding him in his gaming chair, his headset long since forgotten on the desk and his game still going in the background.

“god, you feel so good,” you groaned in his ear as your hips stilled on his dick.

“please,” he whimpered, his fingers definitely leaving bruises to be seen tomorrow. you loved it when he got so needy, even though it started with you needing him more.

“please what, love?” you tilted his chin up to face you. “use your words for me,” you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. the way his chased after yours as you pulled away made you chuckle.

“please, i need you,” he began massaging your thigh with one hand, letting his other trail up to your waist. “i need you so bad. please?”

“what do you want me to do?” you attached your lips to his neck. you just loved how flustered he got when you were all over him. his subtle huffs of breath along with the whimpers that would leave his mouth.

“move?” his hips were rutting up into you, as little as he could without it being too obvious. he hated getting in trouble for being impatient. “please! please, i’ll do anything for you. i just-you just feel so good. and i-oh god, please?"

"you're so cute when you beg," you nipped at his earlobe, his hips rutting sharply into your own. "aww, such an eager guy you are, huh?"

he threw his head back, practically gasping for air as he was gripping your skin to ground himself. you began to roll your his into his, not lifting at all, simply grinding. "oh god," his head flew forward onto your shoulder where he pressed lazy, open-mouthed kisses. "thank you, fuck, thank you."

you put your hands on his shoulders as you started lifting your hips, waiting a second before slamming them back down to meet his. you repeated this until he began to whine in your ear even more, his voice getting louder with each movement.

"can i touch you?" he was practically drooling. "please?"

"go ahead, xay," you grabbed the hand that was on your thigh and brought it to your clit. "can you make me feel good?"

"yes," he nodded eagerly as his eyes met with your still clothed chest. "can-can i...?"

"you wanna play with them?" you awed at his shy nature. it only really came out when you were vulnerable like this, or when you were just alone with each other. "go ahead, take off my shirt."

"really?" a smile graced his face, his eyes lighting up fervently as he obeyed your orders. "you're so perfect."

your heart always warmed at his complements, even at times like these when you were getting naked in front of him. you could always tell he meant what he said.

"you can touch," you nodded at him before he connected his mouth with your nipple, his tongue keeping the same rhythm as his fingers on your clit. "just-just like that, xay. holy fuck," you felt your climax building quicker as he switched to your other breast, letting his free hand massage the neglected one. "always such a good boy for me. my good boy."

"mhmm," his hips rutted into yours once more. "'m close," his voice seemed wary.

"don't worry, me too," you ran your hand through his hair, getnly tugging so he would look at you. a smile was adorning your face before you connected your lips sloppily with his, "just keep going, baby. just like that."

you could practiclly feel his dick twitching inside of you, "i-i'm about to cum, where-"

"inside of me, xay," you ordered as you held onto his face with both hands. "cum inside of me."

"oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," his hips were jackhammering into yours as his fingers only sped up on your clit, sending you over the edge with you. "holy shit, you're so tight! christ, yes!"

"so good, xay," you were still tugging on his hair as you fucked each other through your highs. "so fucking SHIT!" your body was spasming as his came down from his high, giving him the opportunity to hold onto you with his free arm, still working you through your orgasm with his fingers.

"you're perfect," xavier repeated as you slumped against his chest. "so fucking perfect," his fingers were stroking your back, likely drawing some random picture on it.

"right back atcha," you laughed as you winced slightly, his dick still moving from each movement.

"sorry," he helped you stand and get off of his chair.

your legs were extremely wobbly, so you let him do most of the work for you as he guided you to the bathroom. he dampened a washcloth to wipe off both releases from yours and his thighs, laughing at your hissing from the sensitivity.

"hey," you nudged his shoulder. "i'm sensitive, asshole."

"oh, i know," he nodded with a shit-eating grin. "i mean, you were spasming on my dick not even ten minutes ago, so..."

"y'know what?" you snatched the washcloth from his hands. "i can clean myself up," you rose your brows with attitude before he simply picked you up from the bathroom counter altogether.

"nope," he shook his head as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "i get to take care of you. you can't walk."

"it's not my fault your dick is big," you poked his cheeks as they began to blush. he dropped you on the bed a bit haphazardly before crossing his arms as he stood in front of you. "hey," you drew out the word, reaching to grab his hand. "you're not gonna leave your girl high and dry without cuddles all night, are you?" you pouted, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.

"i like your cuddles too much for that," he plopped on the small bed beside you, loving it all too much when you curled into his chest. "so this is really just a selfish act on my end."

"we could call it mutually beneficial," you shrugged as you pulled the blankets over both of your bodies. you took a moment to breath him in. for some reason he smelled so good after sex. maybe it was the hormones that just draws you to him, but whatever it is you hoped it never stopped happening. "i love you."

"i love you," xavier pressed a kiss to your forehead. you felt his smile. "you're my favorite person. you're my person."

"i'm your person," you agreed. "you're my person."

"goodnight, my love," his raspy, sleepy voice proclaimed.

"goodnight, xay."

[findingnemosworld]

𝐞́𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐨̋ - 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐳𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐢

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @writtenbykirs

( 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐰𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧?? )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

( him )

" Your pussy feels so good Édes angyal "

He stands behind her, caressing her ass while his cock thrusts in and out of her warm pussy walls, his eyelids were ponderous by the lust which enveloped them, coupled with the muffled sounds she was making - he swiftly allows his gaze to rake over his last name splayed on the jersey she wore, " You're mine do you know that? " he cooed, reaching over to wrap his hand around her hair to create a makeshift ponytail, he drags her up until her back collides with his chest, his hand sneaks underneath the jersey to cup both of her breasts. " All I can think about when I scored that goal was coming home to fuck you senseless "

Her chest rises up and down in a rapid speed, a lazy smile adorns her lips at the aforementioned memory which happened approximately two hours ago, Dominik had been subbed on during the EFL match and around the 70th minute had scored a goal which sent everyone present in a frenzy including her, who'd been seated in the comfort of their home. " Yeah? " she sighs, gasping when he gently bit down on her neck.

" Baba, you were the only one on my mind there " He chuckles softly, giving both of her breasts a gentle squeeze then rolling her nipples between his digits while he continued to thrust in and out of her walls. " Did you touch yourself? " he whispers in her ear.

" I couldn't help it, the way you scored that goal had gotten me so wet " She whines, yelping when she felt a sharp sting to her clit.

" I told you, don't touch what belongs to me " He whispers, " Your pussy is mine to touch, that means I should punish you "

" No " She whines, grinding up against him. " Please! "

" Hm, you did disobey me " He tuts, " What are you going to do to make it up to me? "

" Anything " She musters up, tilting her head to the side to grant him more space and allow him to nibble on her skin.

" Is that so? " He chuckles, " You better keep your promise! "

" I will, I promise " She moans, " Oh Fuck, don't stop! right there "

" You're going to cum baby " He groans in her ear, " You're going to cum, aren't you? "

" Yes, I'm so close " She moans, " Don't stop "

He ups the pace, thrusting rapidly, so much so that it became sloppy and combined with the sounds they released together, it spurred them on to ride their highs together, " Oh Shit! " He groans, " Fuck, that's it, that's it baby cum on my cock, make a mess all over my cock like the good girl you are "

She cries as the knot in her lower abdomen exploded further, " Fuck, yes ... right there, just like that "

He grunts softly, spilling himself entirely in her warm walls before he pulls back, allowing her to collapse on the bed, he soon followed, laying down next to her. " That was amazing " he chuckles.

" It was " She giggles.

He turns to her, " You better wear only my jersey when you're at home, ok? "

She smiles, " Is that so? "

He pulls her in his embrace, " Yes " he kisses her lips. " You're my girl, seeing my name on your back, that's all I need "

" I love you " She leans in to kiss his lips.

" I love you too " He smiles.

[aaaaafro]

Seductress 3 - ITZY Chaeryeong x M!Reader (+18?)

tw: titjob? blueballing, yes till reader dies, we aint stopping.

author's notes: I'm back yall! JK, okay so this'll be my only update for Tumblr at this time, I'll be jumping back to my wattpad work because I've been too lazy writing, after updating the Tumblr work, I'll jump back here, perhaps with a new work or another update for an ongoing series ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

pt. 2 here

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"WAIT!" You and Yuna echoed each other.

In a haste you two put your clothes back on before running after the said person who witnessed the unsightly situation.

Exiting ITZY's RV you've noticed that the outside is too empty and the person who saw you and Yuna has completely vanished.

"God fucking damn it!" You collapsed realizing what's about to happen.

Yuna stood there guilty as hell as she just tried her best to calm you down.

"W-we can sort this out oppa."

"No! We can't! This fucking job!" You feel terrible lashing out at Yuna but you can't blame yourself.

"Oppa..." Yuna's hesitant voice calls.

You then reached your wits end, standing up with your head down ignoring everything. The few staff that was left finishing the clean up was saying hi yo you but you just shut off completely.

Then a figure suddenly blocks your path. Your eyes travel upwards only to see.

Having been too spent to even give a proper greeting you just mumbled "M-my bad." before stepping aside and continuing your walk of shame.

"O-oppa!" She called hesitantly.

"Yes Chae?"

"Uh..."

"Can I help you with something?" You grew impatient with a hint of regret but your mind isn't in the right place at the moment.

"Y-yes..." She continues to hesitate.

"Is it something to be done tonight? Because, I'm not really–..."

"Can we go to your house?" Chaeryeong suddenly proposed.

You're too baffled at the suddenness of the situation "W-wait... Why?"

"I'm n-nervous for my s-shoot." She reasoned but you're not having any of it.

"Oh really? But you've done it many times now." You tried probing.

"Y-yeah b-but still..." She acted all cute and your anger dissipates in a matter of seconds.

"W-why my h-house?"

"Y-you have a small studio set up right?" Chaeryeong replied.

"R-right..."

"So? W-what are we waiting for?" She suddenly takes you by the arm and rushes to your car.

There's a lot happening in your mind that somehow isn't making sense. Firstly, there's still the person that witnessed Yuna grinding herself on top of you. Second, the fact that Yuna and Ryujin seem to be onto something from the get go of the whole situation, and lastly Chaeryeong's weird impulse of getting some practice shots for the photoshoot.

"Oh, you have a nice place for yourself." Chaeryeong compliments as you two enter your unit.

"Ye-yeah." You replied instinctively.

"Uh Chaery..." You mumbled.

"Shall we start?" She suddenly states before taking off her coat.

"H-hold on...." You tried halting her movements but she instead just gave you a look of confusion.

A smirk forms on her face before she continues to undress. Yep... Undress, just when you thought she'd stop after her coat was off. She suddenly removes her shirt.

As all other proper men would've done, you stood there frozen for a second before realizing that Chaeryeong is revealing more skin than you're prepared for. You quickly turn away the moment you saw a good portion of her bare toned torso.

"Chaeryeong! WHAT THE HECK?"

"Why?! I'm changing to my outfit." She replies managing to have the most innocent tone possible.

"Couldn't you do that somewhere else?"

"Wow, now you're uncomfortable? You sure weren't when Yuna was grinding herself on top of you." She suddenly answered with such a disdain tone.

Your heart drops hearing her confession. You then pieced all of it together.

"Hey?! Are we gonna do this or do you need me to grind on you too?" Chaeryeong sounded really impatient as she stood on your small makeshift studio.

You reluctantly followed, before you were greeted by Chaeryeong's gaze locked onto you, following every single step you took to your set up.

"C-chaery..."

"Yes, oppa?" She asked cutely while thinking of possible poses.

"About what you saw... With me and Yuna–."

"Stop! Can't you focus on what's in front of you?"

"B-but..." You were about to comment before Chaeryeong deadly gaze once more lands on you.

"Shall we start?"

With her eyes digging a hole straight through your defenses and her expression loudly saying that she's not taking 'no' as an answer. You reluctantly nodded.

"what pose should I start with?" she asked.

"L-let's break... b-break the ice first. You're free to just feel yourself and..." You unconsciously spoke with a professional mindset that you failed to realize how different the situation is.

"Feel myself?"

"Y-yeah."

"Right..." She then starts to run her fingers on her lips making sure she doesn't break her stare into your camera lens like she knows you're looking on the other end.

She's oozing confidence...

She's something else...

She's doing it on purpose...

She's holding her pose for you...

She's seducing you...

Not even a minute in, your hand starts to shake, cold sweats run down your face and your chest tightens.

"H-how about a b-break?" You state having to reach your limit

"Already?"

"I-... C-can I at least get some water?" You excused

"Get me some too. I want to feel wet." You paused midway through your walk to exit your studio.

"I mean my throat oppa."

"R-right." you then quickly bolted out of your studio and went straight to your kitchen.

"Fuck." You muttered to yourself while taking a sip of water.

"We will, don't worry."

You spat out the water you just took in as soon as you heard the voice behind you.

"C-chaery."

"Yes?" She answered cutely before carefully brushing her finger on your hand making you let go of the glass and taking it.

"W-wha..." Your words fails to form properly as she slowly runs her tongue across the rim of the glass even the inside of it making sure to taste whatever hint of DNA you've left behind.

"Yes oppa? I can't hear you properly..." She said in such a sultry tone before taking a small sip of your water.

"You girls, wh-wha..." Once more your thought process fails to work seeing the young lady's lip coil as she bites it keeping a straight gaze towards you.

Mere seconds later you feel a pull from the universe as your face gravitates towards hers. Chaeryeong's lips grew redder as you've gotten so close to the point your foreheads collide in such a gentle way to welcome each other.

"Chaery." You whispered.

"Yes, oppa?"

"T-this isn't... r-right." You weakly say but it is enough to let her hear it.

"Is it?" She whispers before brushing the back of her hand on your cheek.

All of a sudden a hint of cherry hits your taste buds, lost, bewildered and confused all at the same moment you realized that Chaeryeong's lips are now connected to yours.

Your eyes widens when she suddenly slips something on and her hand that was on your cheek travels further to your nape. You didn't want to engage but there's something about it that you just wanted to give into.

It may be the feeling that this was all premeditated from the beginning, the way this whole thing started from Ryujin and it escalated to Yuna before landing yourself in the hands of Chaeryeong.

Fuck her lips are so delicious.

The way her tongue skillfully dances with yours, her slim fingers brushing against the skin of yours, her soft huffs in between the gaps of your make out session.

You can feel your spit spilling out as the kiss grows more intense than it already is. Chaeryeong then adjusts her position sitting atop the counter top capturing you in between her legs.

"Ha~!" Chaery then breaks off your contact before locking eyes with you.

A subtle eyebrow raises from her piques your interest before her hand from your nape travels down your torso right on the seam of your shirt. She then started to lift your shirt as your hands came into the mind of their own and started to feel her soft thighs.

"How were those two?" She then asked.

"T-those two?" You innocent retort and that produces a scoff from the younger lady.

"You're asking as if you don't know who I'm talking about."

You shrugged before feeling her short tap on your chest. Her cutest giggle hits your eardrums as she leans in for a quick peck.

"Honestly... I didn't do it with Yuna and Ryujin." You confessed in the kiss this causes Chaeryeong to dislatch her lips from yours.

"You minx!" She bursts.

"It's true!"

"W-we just dry humped and got interrupted."

You can clearly see her laughter being held back. She lookes away before scoffing and despite having held back most of her laugh a slight giggle still escapes her lips.

"You really got blueballed twice with the most brattiest members of ITZY."

"W-well, if it weren't for you and Yuna, I would've done it with Ryujin." You boastfully state and Chaeryeong just shakes her head in disbelief.

"Oh, so it's our fault you didn't get to taste Ryujin-unnie?"

"K-kinda."

"Wouldn't you want to go all the way with her?" She asks.

Perhaps your new found confidence was short lived as you've slowly considered the possibility of sleeping with one of them.

"Oh big boy, don't ponder too much. Just look in front of you." Chaeryeong cheers you up even lifting your head high to align your eyes with hers.

Her hands then traveled to your arm and ultimately led yours up to her torso. You can feel her heat radiating from her body feeling your touch against her clothed skin.

Your fingers sprawled out grasping the healthiest of orbs in your hand. Chaery lets out an airy almost whimper-like moan.

"Mhmmm."

"A-are you sure about this?" You stupidly questioned.

She then again produced a scoff before removing your hands from her torso. You mentally smacked yourself as you stepped back and gave her some space.

Then the unthinkable happened (as if it hasn't for almost 3 chapters now) Chaeryeong pulled down her dark shirt, freeing her arms from the constricting black clothes and finally revealing her luscious orbs that have their buds covered by pasties, which almost disappointed you but fuck that its closest to the real thing.

Chaeryeong noticed your slight disappointment and decided to do something about it. Slipping her fingers through the small seam of the pasties before peeling them off completely, greeting you with the pinkish of nubs that are protruding enough to be called turned on.

"You're salivating."

Can she blame you though? You did your best to wipe whatever shameful liquid that's dripping from your mouth before the lady in front of you chuckles at your cuteness.

You smiled at the sight of Chaery laughing but wasn't able to fully admire her visuals as you were greeted with a mouthful of hunger and desire. Chaeryeong lapping whatever remnants of your spit was left.

"Fucking delicious." She mumbles in between the pauses.

Can't deny that, as she slips her tongue almost wanting it to reach your throat. The two of you reconnected your lips before your hands acted on their own and quickly got a vice grip on her perky tits.

Mashing the supple feel and occasionally pinching the nubs of her aroused breast didn't fail to up Chaery's libido even more as her legs captured your pelvis and pulls you into her.

She broke the kiss off before resting her forehead against yours.

Her lust-filled eyes locked against yours before she whispered; "Mhmm, you like playing with them baby?"

You didn't answer, instead, you tightened the grip of her perky tits with the slightest intent of having your fingers engraved on her breast.

"S-shit!"

Without a hint of being hurt or displeasure, you came to the conclusion that this isn't gonna be your average fucking.

"Eat me." She again whispered.

Your eyes widened, never have you ever imagined yourself devouring, fuck it even seeing a member of ITZY naked and right at that moment, one of them is asking you to do lustful things to her. You'd be the biggest idiot if you didn't comply.

With your goal set in sight, seeing that it's just the two of you. You start working your way from her lips, down her sharp jaw, planting soft kisses and subtle bites that continue to make Chaeryeong squirm in anticipation.

The moment your lips brushed against her pinkish hard nub an airy sigh leaves Chaeryeong's lips, her hand grabs a handful of your hair,

Sucking, licking, biting or whichever way your mouth can work on each nubs of the squirming lady in your arms to have her moan out another profanity or just the sultry sighs was all you could do, as your pants grew painfully tighter.

"You're choking baby." Chaeryeong manages to whisper.

She's clearly not talking about your busy mouth lapping up her busty orbs, she makes her point but unbuckling your pants and freeing you from the constricting confinement.

Wasting no time, she immediately fished out your member and started stroking the rock hard length that's raging against her touch.

You can feel Chaery's excitement as her grip and strokes grew more and more aggressive.

It became too much for you and as much as you hate it you detached yourself from her precious goodies before saying "F-fuck Chaery."

"I know! We'll get there!" She playfully replies before slithering down the counter top and on to her knees.

"But first, this big guy needs a lil bit of attention." Chaery added before planting a kiss on the tip of your length which almost made your knees buckle.

A long wet lick suddenly came across the base of your member that made you brace yourself on the counter top, with a sultry sigh Chaeryeong then took your whole member in not caring about her vocals for their practices she did her best to make you collapse on your feet.

While you're receiving the gawk gawk 3000 you look back at the earliest encounters with the other member, reminiscing Chaery's question. If it weren't for the interruptions would you have gone all the way with the other two. How about the other two? The unnies... You honestly can't get your head around the thought but you exactly knew what's going aroudn your head. Other... head... Chaeryeong's lips as she continues to suck the living hell out of your cock pairing them with the massage on your balls just took it a step further.

"Fuck! Chaery I might..."

She released the tip of your member with an audible pop before answering; "Cum? That's the plan big boy."

She then placed her hands on the back of your leg and for whatever fucking reason, as soon as she pressed a nerve you buckled down lowering yourself for her.

You already know what's about to go down and yet it still makes you twitch as soon as your rigid length fits between her mounds.

"Holy fuck." You commented which made Chaery smile.

"Hot aren't they?" She replies with a devilish smile.

Pressing her soft orbs together encapsulates your member perfectly, her spit still covering your length and she starts to pump.

"S-shit."

You can see the tip of your length hitting Chaeryeong's chin which begs the question but it was already answered before it was asked. As she quickly leaned downwards and took your member into her mouth but careful enough to still have you captured between her mounds.

This sight is so sinful, sacred and so fucking hot, making it impossible to look away, like it's blasphemy to remove your attention for even a fraction of a second.

Not even a minute in you feel yourself reaching your limit but who can blame you?

"C-chaery." You pathetically called.

But the little fox is too busy with her meal as she just ignores you and continues to do her thing.

As soon as your balls tighten, something unimaginable happens. Chaery lets go of your member, giving you a devilish smile as if to mock you, stating that she's proud of sin she had committed.

"I think that'll be enough for the night." Chaery removes herself from the space between you and the counter top.

"What the fuck?!"

"Oh, that? Perhaps next time baby." She cheekily replies before giving you a wink.

"W-wha?" Too stunned to speak, with your pants down you stood there glancing back and forth at your raging member and the lady who's fixing her outfit.

"You should get yourself fixed before my service picks me up." She added with such a nonchalant tone that only adds insult to injury.

Three... you've been blueballed three times in a single day. You're too dumbfounded at how these girls are just playing you at the palm of their hand. Drawing the line between coincidence and a well thought-out plan, you stood there motionless piecing together the times you've been stopped midway through committing the lustful act.

"Stop!" You burst immediately as Chaery was about to leave the vicinity.

"Wha-." She was about to ask but you quickly closed the distance between the two of you and pinned her against the wall.

"H-hey! P-playtime's o-over." The girl nervously chuckles.

"No." Was your straight answer.

The girl trembles but it doesn't seem like it was out of discomfort. She stood there fidgeting while rubbing her thighs together as if something was off.

Your hand on the wall slowly travelled towards her hips, tracing her well sculpted body. Chaery couldn't even keep her composure as she squirms from your touch.

"Didn't you ask me earlier if I would've gone all the way with them if I wasn't blueballed by you and Yuna?"

"Mhmmm." She moaned as your fingers traced her flat tummy down her heat radiating core.

"Should I answer that now?" She nodded subtly with her eyes pleading.

You were about to kiss her, when all of a sudden.

"Ryeongiee! We're going!"

"WAIT!" You and Chaery echoed each other.

[loveisliquor]

"you did that--" she's happy-- blissed out in the best way, and she can't stop smiling at him, smiling into the kiss. he tastes like sunshine, soft--warm against her. he's perfect and it's terrifying. "god, that smile--" she shouldn't like him this much, shouldn't feel her breath catch because he's smiling at her. the kiss is a tender, soft thing, and she feels her heart squeeze with each brush of his lips. trouble. trouble. trouble.

it's too early to call him hers, she knows that-- but calling him baby felt right, and she'd been too busy falling apart for him, to think it through. she didn't expect him to pick up on it-- "oh, caught that huh?" the smile she gives him is full of soft affection. "you feel like... baby." he's affectionate, filthy-- soft with her, and the more time they spent together, the clearer it became that whatever this was-- was special. "...god--theo-- okay." the thought of holding that piercing blue gaze whilst she shuddered through an orgasm has her blushing and shifting beneath him already. anticipation builds low in her gut. she barely notices the change of location until she's sinking down on the couch. "no, baby-- you felt so good inside me. i just-- can't wait to be full of you again, want to feel you buried inside me--cumming inside me, as deep as you can get."

there's something so vulnerable about expressing herself this way-- telling him how much she wants him, telling him exactly where she needs him. but he's right there, watching her--listening to her-- telling her what he needs too. intimacy. she watches him stroke his cock with a look of pure hunger on her face. "you look way, too fucking good right now..." there's a lazy, lust drunk smile on her lips as she watches him--and the need to touch him overrules everything. she spreads her legs for him, knows full well the obscene picture she pains, soaking wet folds-- over heated skin, open. she watches him drop to his knees, a question on the tip of her tongue until he's inches away from her cunt-- "i'm comfortable--oh, oh, baby yes--" she tries to stay still for him as he eats her out, it's messy-- but each flick of his tongue feels like he's savouring her, drinking her in. it's too good-- too soon--too fast, and in moments her thighs are shuddering in his grasp. this time-- when she cums it's wet, and dripping-- she's gushing for him and he's making a mess of her. it blindsides her a little, has her gripping the couch and bucking against his mouth, in reckless abandon, chanting baby-- under her breath. "i think you might kill me." she watches him with half lidded eyes, as her orgasm fades into a subtle thrum of pleasure. "and i might thank you for it."

she urges him up, wants his mouth on hers-- needs his mouth on hers. she gasps as his cock nudges her clit, slides through her dripping folds-- shivers at the sensation. "that's--" she moans softly as he stretches her out again, slow enough that she can feel every inch of him. "perfect, baby-- god--" she sits up a little, so she can pull him for a kiss. she can still taste herself on his tongue, and she loves the way they taste-- together. it's a filthy, desperate kiss. she wants more of him in a way that should terrify her-- it's now, with him buried in her cunt, that he feels close enough. she murmurs words against his mouth-- "god--baby-- you feel incredible." half of the words are unintelligible, just her, begging for something she can't name. it's a slow, steady grind and she can feel him taking her apart again-- with each push and pull. her fingernails dig into the skin of his back, her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deep and holding him there. "deep, s'deep--oh--"

he's it's everything she needs.

"that fucking face...you look so happy," theo noted with another kiss. he helped strip her of her clothes, urgently wanting their bodies tangled once more. he smiled because she repeated everything he said to her like it was a question. it was fact. she was beautifully unreal, something divine. "yes," theo stressed before finding his lips against hers again. then she told him what she wanted from him. his mouth and hands, exploring her body as she spoke.

“i already know how i want you…” and a bed was definitely too far away. theo had wasted enough time not being in her; he didn’t want to go another second without it. billie calling him by his new name set his heart fluttering. “i love it when you call me that — baby,” he told her because he wants to hear the syllables on her tongue again and again. “i need to see you…i want to look you in your eyes when you come,” theo started as he began to tug their naked bodies toward the living room they’d passed earlier. “and i want your legs wrapped around me, keeping me close and deep like you want me…it doesn’t hurt, does it?” he slipped out of his semi-fantasy for a moment of concern for billie. it seemed to feel good enough just a minute prior, but he wanted things to be perfect for her.

kissing her felt like a drug, something lethal, but theo was strung out. it was too late for him now. “i need you right here,” he gave her gentle instruction with his right hand, stroking himself with his left. he wanted her back against the plush seats of her sofa — her bottom half just hanging off the edge. "is this okay? are you comfortable?" theo asked, making any adjustments they needed. “open up for me, baby — fuck, billie,” he was nearly whimpering as he fell to his knees, holding her up with his strong body. “i have to,” he repeated twice; her pussy drawing his mouth to her with a lustful spell. he started with sloppy kisses, mixing his saliva with her dripping arousal. the sounds were glorious but became subtle once he focus his firm tongue on the center of her pleasure. piercing blue eyes shifted to take the star in, watching her unravel beneath his touch. he hummed, nearly crying, against her snatch because he felt just as good. his hands reached up to massage her fleshy parts, increasing their potential for over-stimulation. when they’d both had enough, theo came up for air — swiping his hand over swollen lips. great, he thought to himself, just another part of billie he’d be unreasonably obsessed with. "you're gonna get me in so much trouble," theo laughed softly, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit before plunging deep. he called the lord's name in vain, fucking her slow -- afraid he might explode if he went any faster.

[fairy-tale-writer]

Saving Water Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Prompt: Shower Sex with Leona

Note: PLEASE RE-LIKE, RE-BLOG, and Re-FOLLOW!!! my account was deleted so I have to completely upload everything back! Not everything was backed up completely finished so give me a day or two and everything should hopefully be somewhat back to normal

When you asked to train with Leona he was at first skeptical thinking you would be just an annoying nuisance to train with, but he was willing to give you a shot.

It turned out you were more of a distraction than a nuisance, but a distraction in one of the best ways possible to motivate him. It was almost like you were purposely teasing him by wearing tight athletic pants and tying your oversized workout shirt into a crop top.

He would purposely jog behind you just to see your ass bounce in the leggings as you ran laps with him around the campus. The lion would glare at anyone who dared to stare at you for a second too long.

It was public that you and Leona were a couple, but it was mostly clear by the lion's possessive nature. Chances are if they were trying to find Leona, they could find him with you.

If he was feeling envious, he would wrap his arm around your waist as he walked you to classes. During naps out in the gardens, they would find him resting his head on your lap as he snoozes or at least you being near him.

If Leona was feeling especially threatened, he wouldn't hesitate to pin you against the wall and kiss you hard, that is if you don't mind.

So it was no surprise that working out, he made sure you were close to him or with someone he highly trusted so no idiot would make you feel uncomfortable.

When he needed a squatter for doing bench presses, he could smell your sweet scent as you were bent over him. A herbivore could never understand how the scent of a romantic partner did things to a carnivore like him.

How he longed to lap at the sweat beads trailing down your neck before they could dip into the cleavage of your breasts. It was a very good thing he had his sweatshirt tied around his waist to keep from exposing the hard-on he would get every time he smelled your scent. This time it was almost like you were tempting him, leaning over him with a devious smile.

"You seem distracted, Leona," You teased.

"Distracted?" He huffed as he lowered the weights, "Maybe it's because I'm tired from you waking me up so early...or maybe it's because I have a pretty lady hovering over me."

"Aww, you think I'm pretty?" You teased.

Leona grinned and finished another set.

"I wanted to come early anyway, I hate when the other guys stare at me as I work out. It makes me feel like I'm a slab of meat." Leona's eyes narrowed.

"Tt, just tell me and I'll make sure they feel like the slab of meat." Leona snarled.

"I know you will." You giggled.

You slipped out of his sight, but he was unaware you were circling around him until he felt a weight on his abdomen. The lion nearly dropped the weights on himself as his eyes darted down.

You were straddling his lower waist, your hips grinding down onto his hard-on.

"Y-You-!"

"Oh? How long have you had this for?" You teased.

He could barely feel your hips grinding down against his through the sweatshirt and pants.

"Damn-! Herbivore!" He hissed, showing his sharp teeth.

Try as he might, he couldn't lift the weight back up off of his chest, his hands holding onto the bar kept the pressure off his sternum. He snarled knowing you had him pinned to your mercy.

"What's the matter? Is the kitty a little stuck?" You teased, leaning down until your lips barely touched.

When Leona tried to lift his head up, the bar stopped him from claiming his kiss. The smell of you was intense, he could smell the lust dripping off of you like rain drops to flower petals. Your fingers traced from his pectorals down his waist until they arrived to the hem of his shirt. You pushed up his shirt revealing his tan skin with firm abs. It was amazing how with his diet and laziness with minimal exercise he could have such a fit figure. You pushed his shirt up until you could see his dark nipples, erect and aroused. With a gentle pinch of your thumb and finger, Leona bit back a moan.

"Well, that's not satisfying." You pinched both dark buds and Leona moaned, bucking his hips.

"That's better."

"I swear Herbivore--once I get out from under this bar I swear-"

"You'll what, Leona? Right now if I'm not mistaken you are the one trapped." You teased, tracing his areola.

You hummed and leaned down to gently bite his nipple. Leona moaned pushing his hips into yours. You suckled on it for a moment before pulling away with a pop. His cock was throbbing under the layers feeling your warm saliva cool on his chest.

"I can feel how hard you are, baby." You grinned.

"St-Stop! You--fuck! You fucking brat!" Leona snarled.

"I don't think I'm gonna." You reached into his pants and slipped your fingers into his underwear.

"Ngh! Fuck!" Leona found his head spinning at your dominance.

He was most of the time the dominant one, unless he was far too lazy or you woke him up with a blow job or a hand job. But he never was defenseless to do anything except snarl and spat at you to stop.

With a smirk you pulled out your hand to lick his precum off your fingers. Once you were satisifed your hand was wet enough, you returned to giving him the hand job.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum!"

"Thank you for helping me, Jack."

Just when Leona was going to cum, you could hear voices just outside the gym door. In the blink of an eye you slipped your hand out of his pants, yanked Leona's t-shirt down, and scrambled off of him. As the door opened you helped Leona place the weights back onto the rack. Leona sat up glaring at you as the door opened revealing Jack and Epel.

Leona snarled, "You little-"

"Thanks for a good work out, Leona." You blurted. Behind your back you were wiping off his precum against your shirt.

"Oh, Good Morning Leona, (Name), I'm surprised to see you both are up so early." Jack greeted.

"We wanted to get our work-out in before there was a lot of people." You answered.

"Makes, sense." Leona narrowed his emerald eyes at Epel.

The poor boys cheeks were blushing red as his eyes were fixated on your shirt. Living in the small village with mostly elder folks, it must be quite a sight for young, virgin eyes to see a woman's midriff and cleavage. You didn't seem to take notice, shifting your legs back and forth, but Leona could see you were rubbing your thighs together.

"I'm going to go take a shower, I'll see you guys later!"

Leona watched the way your hips teasingly swung as you walked over to the door. The other two boys seemed to take notice as well.

The prince huffed before standing and lazily walking to the door as well.

"Leona, where are you going?" Epel asked.

"To take a shower," He answered.

'But, (Name)-" Before the boy could finish the door slammed shut.

Epel glanced at Jack with visible confusion, "There is only one gender shower..."...

You were struggling to remain quiet as your fingers rubbed at your aching clit under the shower stream. To cause Leona to moan like that, was like experiencing a wet dream come to life. Hearing his grunts and groans as he worked out, seeing his muscles flex and sweat drip; it made you light-headed.

Leona had this smell, like a dark and spicy, rich cologne scent that was nearly at the border-line of being overbearing. It took everything you had not to cut to the chase then and there; rip off his pants and shove his cock inside your dripping cunt, but it was much more fun when you added in foreplay.

You felt your walls tighten letting you know you were close.

"Having fun?" You jumped and pulled your fingers out ruining your orgasm.

You turned around to see it was Leona, completely naked. Your eyes couldn't help but jump down to his cock that was long and erect.

"See something you like?" He teased.

"Ha-ha," You dryly ocked, turning back to the shower stream, "What are you doing in my shower anyways, pervert?"

"I'm just conserving water." Leona answered.

"Since when did you care-" You heard bare feet slapping against water before your chest was pressed to the front wall. Leona's hardened chest was pressed to your back well his hands placed themselves on your hips.

He was teasingly gliding his calloused hands, one up and the other down until they arrived to their destinations. His dominant hand groped and squeezed your breast well two fingers rubbed against your wet petals.

"Do you think it was funny what you did back there?" He purred against your ear.

Before you could answer, his tongue slithered out to lap at the junction of your earlobe and neck. You moaned more from startlement than actual pleasure when Leona bit down.

"D-Don't leave a hickey!" You demanded.

"Do you think you have any power here, little birdie?" Leona asked after suckling on the bite. A shudder traveled through your body causing your toes to curl against the wet floor.

"Augh~!" His cock slide against your pussy, gathering the slick on his cock.

"You're soaking wet; Were you close before I arrived?" Leona growled.

"Like hell it's because of you." You snapped.

"I can change that." Leona grinned.

He shoved his two fingers plunged inside, his thumb expertly rubbing at your clit. Your legs turned into jelly, if it wasn't for Leona pinning you to the wall you would have collapsed.

"Leona!" You gasped. He was rough and quick with his fingers, easily bringing you right back to the brink.

"Neh-wait! What if...someone walks in."

"Let them. I'll show them that you're mine." He snarled, leaving another hickey on your shoulder.

"I'm going to cum!" You gasped, squeezing your wet walls around his fingers. Before you could cum he ripped his fingers out leaving you breathless and aching.

"Wha-Why-?"

"Beg." Leona growled.

"Eh?"

"Beg for my cock. After the little stunt you pulled it's only fair you feel the humiliation too."

"F-Fuck you!"

You yelped feeling him roughly pinch your nipples, tugging on them roughly.

"Augh! Stop!" You pleaded reaching for his hands. Leona grabbed onto your wrists and pinned your hands to the wall.

"Keep your hands to the wall, slut." Leona demanded.

He reached back down to rub your aching clit, but this time more slowly and gently. You tried to push him closer with your hips but his other hand landed a rough spank. 

You yipped and curled your fingernails into the wall tiling. He continued his slow pace, but you kept your mouth shut defiantly.

"You're such a brat," Leona spanked you again, "Just say you want me to fuck you."

"Leona," You whined.

"Yes?"

"Please."

"Please what?" He teased sliding his cock tip to your entrance before pulling out repeatedly.

"Neyah! Please Leona! Fuck me with your cock...I need your cock now!" You whimpered.

Leona smirked and placed his hands on your hips, shoving himself in a quick thrust. You freely moaned feeling how large he truly was, harshly stretching you out.

He gave you a minute to adjust, brushing your wet hair aside to leave more bites. He glanced down to where he saw your plump cheeks squished to his hips. You dedicated your work out times to your ass and abdomen, at least when Leona is there, teasing him at how lovely your ass was.

He couldn't get enough as he started a deep, hard pace his cock deep inside and hard enough he could hear your ass clapping. Leona's fingers were digging deep into your hips, there was going to be fingerprint bruises left.

"You are so wet! I can just feel your pussy sucking me in. So damn tight! Dammit!" The lion snarled.

"Leona! More! Please! More! More!" You pleaded.

Leona grinned and pulled out flipping you over so your back was against the tile. He grabbed you under your thighs and raised you up until your legs wrapped around his hips. It only took a few seconds for Leona to insert himself back in and continue thrusting, lazily using gravity to help him get in deeper.

He continued to bite and kiss across your collarbones and chest. It would be impossible to cover every single hickey under your uniform, much less your workout gear.

"You're so damn cute, little bird. So sexy and yet some how still so cute. I could devour you." Leona growled against your lips.

You grabbed his face and slammed your lips against his, the ferocious kiss all teeth and tongue. The tempo of the wet slapping got louder and faster as you both neared your climax.

"Nyaaa~! Leona~!" You wailed, clenching tight around his cock.

You tilted your head back to rest against the tiles, whimpering and moaning in overstimulation as Leona chased his own orgasm. You dug your fingers into his hair and tugged causing him to moan and thrust harder.

Your throat clenching and releasing, struggling to gasp for air as he used you as a limp cock-sleeve.

"Pl-Please! It's too much-!" You begged, feeling your gut building another orgasm.

Your other hand scratched against his pec scratching his sensetive nipple. The lion growled against your throat daring you do it again.

"Just ugh..little more." Leona moaned.

You leaned down and bit on the lion's neck well you tugged on his hair.

He roared and bit down onto your neck hard until he could feel a pearl of blood against his tongue.

Your toes curled and a scream escaped your tortured throat as a second, smaller orgasm crashed over you. The lion filled you with cum, more and more just seemed to spill inside you.

When you opened your eyes you were sitting on the shower floor leaning against the wall. Leona was very gently cleaning you up, using the corded shower head. The gentle smell of your body wash was in the vapors as Leona washed it off of you.

"Hmph, I see you're awake?" He teased.

You blushed and snapped back, "So says the masochist!"

Leona chuckled and finished rinsing you off before he placed the shower head back. You stole a glance at his limp dick and questioned how that even got inside you erect.

"You stare at it any longer and it will think your ready to go again." Leona teased.

He grabbed his shampoo and started scrubbing his hair. You leaned your head back against the shower wall and tried to gain feeling in your legs.

Your hips definitely hurt a lot, but your legs were mostly numb.

You were able to move them around but when you tried to stand, they wobbled like a surfer with no balance. When you took a step forward your knee gave and you collided into Leona. He thankfully caught you, but at the cost that you had face-planted into his chest (titties).

"I don't think it's wise to try walking yet," The prince said, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

He guided you to sit back down and relax well he quickly finished up. You wanted to keep your gaze elsewhere but it was hard when you had such a scultped body right in front of you.

How his abs flexed everytime he stretched his arms upwards. His arms were well sculpted, but not as big as Jack's. At last he was done and he scooped down to pick you up damsel in distress style.

You fussed but he didn't seem to listen as he set you down on the bench by the lockers. He pulled your clothing from the lockers and placed them beside you along with your towel.

"Need help getting dressed?" Leona asked. You were expecting it to be a tease, but the lion's question actually seemed honest.

"No, I got this." You answered drying yourself off, "Now can you give me some privacy?"

Leona huffed and distanced himself from you to let you get dressed. You had just finished slipping the straps of your bra on when you felt a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

You winced feeling the kiss was at the bite mark on the junction of your shoulder and neck.

"Did you have to mark me up so much?" You huffed slipping on your shirt.

It covered most of the hickies but there was still several ones that your shirt didn't cover.

"I marked you up as mine--Savanaclaw students especially can smell that my scent is all over you. No one will dare mess with what's mine." Leona purred nuzzling your neck.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation and kissed his nose, "Well you owe me, King of the Savannah. I can't walk for a while."

Leona smirked, "Just means more time for naps."...

[echo-of-sounds]

a feel good birthday

-Hound Dog x f!reader-

smut drabble for ryo's birthday

My laptop isn't working that well. I've tried to edit this as much as possible, but if there are any mistakes, I'm sorry. I hope it's still readable. Though, like, maybe ten people like Ryo enough for something like this.

Warnings: Daddy Dom, rimming, ball worship, domination/submission, degradation, and piss kink

“Are you sure you don’t want to do anything?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

Ryo said your name. You sighed his, plopping beside him on the couch. Thankfully, he didn’t have any extra work today, but staying home, watching Tv all evening, didn’t feel much like an exciting birthday bash.

“Why does it matter?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just want you to feel celebrated, and this is just kinda boring.” You shrugged, not really knowing how to word it.

He downed the rest of his beer, setting the bottle aside after. “I don’t need some stupid party to feel celebrated. I got enough annoying wishes at work. Right now, I don’t need anything else but drinks and you.” A hand found your waist, tugging you snug against him, almost on his lap.

Brushing aside his fluffy hair, you kissed his neck. Peach fuzz bristled your lips. His bare chest let all his body heat spread to you, chasing away the frosty night air. It worked better than tea or soup. And it gave you an idea.

You mumbled against his jaw, lightly sucking as you did, “Can I at least make you feel good tonight?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I dunno.”

“Gotta have something. You brought it up.”

Too lazy to pick up your lips and tongue, they dragged across his skin. His head tilted to the side for more access and more smooching. Your palm found his chest, feeling up the picture-perfect muscles.

He squeezed your side and droned, “I think you have an idea.”

“Maybe.” One thigh slid over his. Your fingers followed the thick, happy trail downward, pausing at his waistband. “Maybe I can take care of you today.” With his hands locking your hips in place, his thigh jolted up, sternly rubbing against your crotch. You breathed in sync with his frisking. Your voice waned, submitting faster than you wanted, “Daddy, I wanna… I wanna take care of you, Daddy. I can make you feel good, like you always make me feel.”

“You make me feel good all the time.”

“But I wanna be…”

Canines grazed your collar bone. His tongue came next, licking the divot, still grinding you over his thigh. You spoke between giggles and sighs, “Please…”

The motions cut short. Hands left your sides. The sudden stop sunk a chill into your body. You missed his hands and tongue. They belonged on you, holding and biting strong, marking his property. It felt-

No. You were supposed to be giving the pleasure right now. That was your job. And you were gonna do it.

Taking the release as a go-ahead, you stood, removing your shirt and shorts, showing off your breasts and panties. The nip in the air already got your nipples hard. He leered as you kneeled between his legs, never breaking eye contact while you grabbed his waistband and slid them and his underwear down.

His cock pulled your gaze. It was too beautiful not too: his shaft faintly throbbed, stirring to life; balls hung low; foreskin gathered; the tiniest drips of precum leaked. Not wanting it to go to waste, you kissed it, delighting in the familiar taste.

He gripped and pulled himself away from your mouth. “Your dumb baby brain can’t resist my cock, can it?”

“No.” His free hand scratched behind your ear. You leaned into the rough palm. It only ever brought pain with your permission. All other times, it was comforting and secure — even in the pain, it was comforting and secure.

You began by placing a few kisses on his thighs, cradling them as you did. They were muscular, easily able to crush a watermelon, and layered with dark hair, but you still treated them with patience and tenderness.

However, when your mouth closed in, you realized he never gave explicit permission. So you asked for it, “Can I, Daddy? Can I take care of you?”

“Yes, you can. You’re a good girl for asking again.” He held his cock out for you.

“Thank you,” you barely breathed before taking his head inside. Foreskin tickled your tongue. You played with it, pinching and pulling with your teeth, sometimes lovingly, sometimes a little meanly, earning you a hiss. You swirled your tongue around it, worming inside, loving the smells and tastes it brought and the sighs he made.

“You do love that, don’t you, baby?”

You nodded and hummed, your mouth too preoccupied with the toy to speak. Sadly, the more you nursed, the less you had to nurse with because his foreskin retracted, putting an end to your playing.

You just moved on to his balls, specifically under them. Thick musk and salt awaited a cleaning. And you moaned the second you got to taste it, snuggling close, licking along his raphe. Testicles shifted and loose skin rolled your tongue's persistence. Hairs clumped in your mouth. Saliva pooled, occasionally trickling down to his ass.

“Fuck. Stay just like that, little girl. That’s perfect.” Daddy blessed you with a lengthy, deep groan. You nested right where he said to, relishing in the delightful he made because of you. And you got to watch his face soften, cock pulse, and hand wander over his chest, amusing his nipples.

Enamored and absorbed, your thighs wedged together to lessen your clit’s neediness. You rested on his thigh, closed your eyes, and breathed him in, surrendering to your Daddy’s desires. Not that you’d ever complain. It was wonderful and so damn fulfilling.

Fingers grazed your temple. Soft compliments said his aroused, guttural tone fluttered your heart. “I hope you know how proud I am of you. You follow my rules, let me ruin you, and treat me so well.”

You whimpered, drinking in his contracting left testicle.

Time passed, filled with quiet sentiments, sharp suckling, and mounting arousal. Your jaw ached and knees cramped, but you wouldn’t complain. He and his luxury were more important.

The oral praise ended when he asked, “Does my little girl wanna make me happy?”

Spit clung to your lips as you released from his dark, pleased, pulsing balls. A lecherous fog started clogging your mind. You steadied yourself on his legs and breathed, “Yes, I do. I’d do anything for you.”

He repositioned. His cock bobbled like a treat. You had to physically resist the urge to latch on. But with his feet propped up on the coffee table and wide open thighs, you saw a better, tastier gift: his ass.

“Can I really?”

“That’s what it’s there for. Show me how much you love me.”

“Thank you. Thank you.” You scooted close, immediately kissing the pretty pink ring of muscles. Dark hair surrounded it, only barely clearing around him. But you didn’t care about the hair. If anything, it was an added pleasure as you licked the sensitive, vulnerable rim and carnal savors sunk into your taste buds.

“How do you like it?”

“It’s so good,” you wetly babbled. The more you lapped, the more you shuddered with excitement. Your tongue flatted along him, increasing in strength with each pass, but never pushing in. Balls hung, nearly laying on your forehead. Wrinkles grew plump. Spit lubed the area up nicely.

“Come on, get in there, baby. It’s all for you.”

You cupped his cheeks, using your thumbs to spread his little hole open. It took one potent lick to slick your tongue inside. At your throaty moan, muscles clinched. It goaded you deeper, lodging nice and tight against him, steeping both of you in drool and groans.

“Ah- Fuck. You dirty little girl. You like to act so cute and sweet out in public, but when I get you home, you just love sticking your tongue up my ass. Fuck.” His head dropped back, rasping and swearing, top lip rising to show his canines. Broad shoulders and his scarred chest moved in deep breaths. They looked too perfect, like they wanted your nails clawing and teeth gnawing at them. “That’s only for you. Only for my baby.”

‘Thank you,’ you thought, not wanting to pull away. Focusing on your new task, your eyes closed with a moan, feeling him clamp and rumble and grind against your face. Though, the tonguing quickly turned into sucking. He’d pucker once inside your imbibing lips, then purse, wanting to draw your tongue back inside.

You released with a delightful pop. You gently felt over the pulsing skin. “It doesn’t hurt when I suck, does it?”

“Not at all.”

“You taste so good, Daddy,” you lauded. “Thank you for letting me taste you. Thank you. Thank you.” You kissed him over and over, slurping and salivating.

The used skin fluttered, pinkening and puffing from your care. You gave the agitated area a break, pressing soft, sticky kisses to it. As you did, you cupped his cheeks again, rubbing over bulky muscles. Spit dampened his hair and clung to you. The sound made between your lips and him coursed down into your stomach, warming your panties. They squished against your calves, doubling the warmth and wetness.

The tempting, glistening skin pulled you back in. You lapped it clean before sucking again. But this time, you did it harder, fuller, covering the ring of clenching muscles with your mouth, nursing to your heart's content. The sipping pooled blood under skin, swelling and heating it twice over, and arousal into your limbs, making it near impossible to sit still.

Combined with the sucking and your tongue rushing inside, so many gorgeous groans charmed your ears. That’s all you wanted — that’s all you ever wanted — to please Daddy. It’s what you were good for.

Dark eyes caught yours. He grunted your name and you, begrudgingly, straightened. His thighs lowered, resting on either side of you again. One hand fisted into your hair, commanding but not painful. The other used its thumb to grab your bottom lip. “Open.”

You listened. His tongue barged inside, clearly wanting to taste exactly what you did. Only after frisking your entire mouth did he pull away, leaving plenty of his saliva in your mouth. Breathless, you asked, “Am I making you feel good? Happy?”

“You are. You’re doing very well today.” The clutch on your hair remained, locking your gaze, as claws graced down your tummy, tickling and taunting their way into your panties, smoothing over your clit unnecessarily harshly. His rakish grin signaled he loved what he felt. “You’re a fucking mess, aren’t you, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you huffed, unable to speak under his oppressive glare. He didn’t grant you much pleasure. Only one fingerpad focused on your clit, not too hard and not hard enough. Your hips bucked.

He clicked his tongue. “Don’t know if I should help you or make you wait some more. What do you think?”

Your mouth froze open. It was his birthday. This was supposed to be about him, but fuck, did a single finger rile you up like you were an untrained, unused virgin. But you said you’d please him. But you couldn’t stop the mess in your underwear. It was too much. Thinking wasn’t your job. You mouthed, “Don’t wanna think.”

“You want Daddy to think for you?”

“Please.”

“Of course I can. You just sit still for me.” He licked your cheek and chin clean and gave your clit one last rubbing before his hand left.

Your ankles and toes tingled, your knees ached, and your hips stung. Yet, you didn’t want to move from the position — not until he said you could. This didn’t start with you being as submissive as usual, but now that you were here, you knew the rules, and always obeyed Daddy. He was the smart one.

He spread his legs open a bit, sitting on the edge of the cushion. His cock wobbled so close, so beautiful. Precum dripped off in large blobs. Foreskin flushed over and off his glans as he stroked himself. Balls tightened with every downstroke, tempting your mouth for just a tiny kiss. But you couldn’t. Not yet.

“You are a good girl, you know that?” He cupped your cheek, letting you rest on it, still pumping his cock.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You know what I’m going to do to you?”

“What?”

“Your cunt really enjoyed it last time.”

A thrill rocketed through your body. It remembered the utter mess he made, soiling your undies and body with his heated urine. Your breathing picked up; butt wiggled. You held his hand, repeatedly kissing his palm.

“You liked it that much last time, huh?”

“Yes!”

“How’d it make you feel?”

“Warm and special and… and owned. It’s like I was yours, Daddy, because I’d never let anyone else do that to me.” You happily bit the side of his palm. “Only you.”

The affection was returned: he licked your temple and forehead, nudging you with his cold nose after. “I love you, too.” His licking traveled down. Breath fanned into your neck. “Why don’t you touch yourself for Daddy?”

“Kay,” you purred, reaching into your panties, rubbing relief into your swollen clit.

“That’s perfect, baby. You’re just perfect.” The husk in his voice spurred moans and grindings. “And I’m gonna ruin you — piss on your body — make you soaked and filthy.” “Please… Please. I only trust you.”

After one last lick to your lips, he sat up and jerked himself off. His dark red glans aimed at your chest. Your hand sped up. Teeth bit your lower lip in anticipation. You just couldn’t sit still, no matter how much you tried.

“Go on, keep touching yourself.”

You did, circling your clit hard, just like he would. You watched his brows relax, eyes never leaving yours, even when the first spills fell to your stomach. The patter rendered you frozen. Irregular drops turned to a stream, spiking your breath to pause and hand to work faster with the spreading musk.

Warm liquid poured to your chest, heating the chill that had covered your nipples, seeping all over your tummy, and eventually into your panties. You gasped, feeling the material wet on the back of your hand and wrist. Despite being the one fondling yourself, he was still the one giving you the pleasure, enforcing his ownership by soiling your entire body. And you could feel his relief by just how used you — see the pleasure in his eyes and shoulders, proud of his work — hear the utter hedonism in his throatful groans and grunts and gluttony.

You shuddered under his dominance, wriggling from your overtaxed clit. You had to catch yourself on his thigh as your hips jerked and bounced, needing to move against the orgasm forcing your muscles taught. Drool dropped to his thigh. You bit it next, wanting something to suck on.

The stream faded in sync with your climax. Your body went lax, wet and aching. A finger traced your jaw. It was still fastened into his leg.

“Let go, honey.”

You did and were immediately manhandled, placed against the couch’s back, legs open and bent. It took a bit to realize your panties were gone. That wanton fog cloaked your mind now, leaving you to feel instead of think.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Rough hands circled your thighs. His dick plopped right onto your clit. You hissed. It stroked along you, lubing itself in your cum and his piss. Nails clipped into your skin, giving you a second’s warning before he thrusted in fully, firmly.

Your back arched as you gasped out. The heft inside was nearly too much on your ignited nerves. But you couldn’t wiggle away; you were caged under him, legs resting on his chest, arms held to the couch in a vise.

“It’s… It’s…”

“Fucking amazing.” He withdrew. The rim of his glans hitched, needing a tinge more force. Your arousal connected him to you in wet strands. And just as fast, he sunk again, full and firm, balls mashing against your ass. “Your pussy’s only for me. Only for Daddy. Do you understand?” he growled, biting your shoulder.

“It’s yours. It’s yours, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.”

You whimpered at the looming threat. Again, he withdrew, leaving the tip of his cock barely touching you before driving his hips forward, fucking you into the couch, using his muscle and weight with every single drop, stretching you for all you had. Thighs slapped to yours. Wood creaked and knocked, straining from the movements. And you scratched and moaned and rolled your eyes.

“Your little pussy’s quivering.”

“Good?” Sounds struggled to get out.

“The best I’ve ever had.”

Air heated. Sweat flicked off his biceps. His forehead met yours, flattening his muzzle down your face. His crude, rutting body jostled your sticky, sore one, keeping a rhythmic pace. It never slowed or changed. It just kept going — he just kept fucking you. This was your job: be a fleshlight for Daddy to use and bruise.

You wanted to last longer, to feel this longer, but you just couldn’t. You tried gasping for him. No intelligible sounds formed.

He seemed to understand what you meant, though. He groaned, “Cum on Daddy’s cock. I want to feel just how tight your little pussy can get, okay?”

You grit your teeth, anchoring your nails into his arm. Hips rocked at the expert angle, forward and upward. A pint of pain and rapture rippled through your body, courtesy of his cock, no doubt bruising your insides like any responsible Daddy does.

“Let me feel it,” he gnarred, commanding your body.

For the last time, you did as he said. Your eyes clamped shut as you did. Pressure released from your neck and stomach, letting you indulge in the ripples of heated contractions. A couple of tears cooled your face, maybe some drool too.

It helped very little because, the next thing you knew, you were being filled with cum, adding fuel to the inner flame. Combined with the ringing in your ears, the sweat and breath and thick, sex-filled air, that was too much.

“Jesus fucking Christ. Ryo, I- It’s- Fuck, Ryo…”

With arms around your back, he lifted you. It wasn’t jostling like earlier. It was careful, delicate, bringing you with him when he laid down. The stickiness on your stomach and between your legs was tolerable, for now, only uncomfortable. He brushed his hair from your face, giving you open air.

You only just caught his words. “Are you alright?”

“I’m great,” you lazily smiled. “Just hot.”

“Take some deep breaths.” While you did, Ryo licked your forehead, probably enjoying the salt. His palm smoothed over your back, kneading where your muscles held too tight.

“Did you feel good?”

“Beyond. Your tongue’s gotten better. Have you been practicing for me, baby?”

Not admitting to anything, you curled up and looked away. Both of your bodies were a mess. So wasn’t the floor. But your body could finally relax after all the aches and pains of your session.

His tongue returned to your face, continuing with its cleaning. Amidst the licks and kisses, he mumbled a simple, soft, 'I love you.'

[mxchellesworld]

punk rock princess

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; where spencer’s working on the final paper for his third phd meanwhile you take on the task of making sure he takes a break.

warnings; smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, sub!spence if you squint, nipple piercings;),

a/n; i’m not saying this is my fantasy but .. this is my fantasy,, inspired by this song, y’all know the drill. you don't have to listen while reading but i always love to set the vibe. lastly y/n doesn't have any mentioned features or looks besides piercings/tattoos,, the rest is all up to you:)

pls send in feedback!

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A shiver crawled down your spine from the first squirt of dye hitting your scalp. The bubblegum pink shade being a change from the firey red which inhabited your head a mere 24 hours prior.

The process was muscle memory at this point. Brushing out your hair then parting and sectioning it off. However that was the only methodical part. The fun was in slapping on the dye, not a single worry about staining your hands or neck.

The sounds of heavy drums and bass guitar bounced off the walls in the bathroom of the small apartment. Even though the door was shut it wasn't enough to stop the sound from flowing into the living room where your boyfriend was working.

Spencer sat at the dining table, flipping through copious amounts of folders and books. His third thesis in the process of being written. The computer screen in front of him looking back with a mocking glow. Since apparently things had to be digital now.

Your feet padding on the wooden floor made him look up from the pages. Humming to the music as you walked into your bedroom. Then back out a few seconds later holding a towel and robe.

A small smile tugged across his face. Ever since you had moved in together he loved to watch your day to day actions. The way you played your music concerningly loud, your skincare routine which included cleaning your facial piercings. What fascinated him the most was that in the 13 months you’d been together he’d seen you dye your hair 7 times.

Not including any touch ups.

He stood from his place at the table, making his way to the bathroom. Two quick rasps on the door to check if you were decent. The action made you giggle.

“Come in!” you called, “I don’t know why you knock weirdo you’ve seen me naked plenty of times.”

A blush spread across his cheeks from both your words and your state of undress. His eyes tried to focus on the splotches of color on the counter, keeping the blood flowing to the head on his shoulders.

But it was hard when the sheer bralette you had on did very little to hide the metal bars in each of your breasts.

“Spence?” you said snapping a fingers in front of him.

He cleared his throat, eyes snapping to your face which held a smirk.

“Are uh those n-new?” he questioned, hand going to scratch the nape of his neck.

The usual silver balls at the end of the bars were now tiny jewell hearts. The color was a little hard to tell due to the material of your bra but from the change in your hair he could almost bet money they were also pink.

With swift hands you unclipped your bra and threw it on the closed toilet seat before turning to face him.

“Got them when I bought the dye yesterday,” you said pushing your boobs up with your hands, “You like?”

Spencer’s eyes were as big as saucers, frantically nodding, “Y-yeah they look nice.”

You dropped your hands to your hips, tugging off the shorts you had on. The wide brown eyes before you couldn’t get any bigger, trailing down your frame stopping to admire the bar in your belly button along with the ink which littered your ribs.

He watched as you got to your knees, turning on the bath faucet. You dipped your head under the water, a stream of pink filling the tub.

The slope of your spine bent over was a sight he'd seen more than enough times. He could pinpoint the beauty marks on your left shoulder, the small sun he sketched which ended up permanently on the back of your neck. But if he let his gaze drift a little further south he could see how deliciously the dark lace looked barley covering up your most intimate parts.

A smack to his calf got his attention.

“Earth to Spencer! Can you hand me the shampoo,” you asked which came out sounding a bit muffled.

He quickly scurried to the tub and reached over to grab the bottle, squeezing a bit of gel onto your open palm.

"I'm gonna go work on my thesis some more," Spencer said slowly shutting the door behind him.

Making his way back to the living room, he pulled a few files and sat down on the couch. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and red pen between his teeth and he stared in concentration.

They were the same words he had read over and over again. The lack of sleep causing a dull ache in his skull.

"You need to take a break love," you said walking over and sitting next to Spencer on the couch.

"I did take one," he argued back flipping through the file.

"Gawking at me before I shower for 2 minutes isn't a break," you said with a giggle, the warmth flooding back to his cheeks, "Cmon 25 minutes at least without a file in your hand. "

When he didn't respond you took matters into your own hands. Ripping the file from his grasp, earning a grumble of disapproval before you straddled his hips. Your arms circled his neck and your hands went straight to the back of his scalp, fingertips running in soothing motions.

"Isn't this so much better baby," you asked whispering in his ear.

He nodded quickly, staying silent as he let his actions speak louder. His large palms went right to your plush hips. Bucking up as he led you to grind yourself on his lap.

Letting his hands explore the material of your satin rope he could feel the lack of undergarments on your frame. Spencer dared to let his hands dip under the black fabric and take each one of your cheeks in the palm of your hand with a gentle squeeze.

You could feel his cock stiffening under you. If you looked down you'd probably be able to see a wet spot on his sweats, most likely a mix of your arousals.

Leaning forward you let your lips attack his neck, placing sloppy kisses sure to leave marks. The process of licking and biting making Spencer hold onto you tighter, almost as if he had his very own vampire to mark him up.

Trailing up to his ear you bit on the lobe before whispering, "Tell me what you need baby."

Lust filled brown orbs met your own as you each continued your steady grind.

"Please fuck me," he pleaded.

If only he knew how wrapped around his finger you were. As pretty as he sounded begging you'd give him anything.

You pulled the metal frames off his face, tossing them to the other side of the couch. He had complained one too many times about foggy glasses during sex. No matter how cute you thought he looked.

Your hands slid down his torso and reached to pull down his sweats. His precum soaked length was heavy in your hands. Pretty pink tip leaky and throbbing already. The first few pumps had whiny moans slipping from his lips, red from biting so hard.

"Unwrap me baby, it's all for you," you said tilting your head down, motioning to the strings holding your robe together.

Quickly he let his slender fingers go to the ends, a swift tug and it was like opening a gift on Christmas. Leaning forward he let his lips wrap around one of your nipples. A strangled moan leaving your mouth from the stimulation.

With a raise of your hips you lined his cock with your opening before sliding down. You both sighed at the same time, the feeling of him stretching you out and your warm walls hugging his length was just too good.

Slowly you rocked your hips testing the waters, soft gasps and curses left your lips. You could feel very vein and inch stuffed inside you.

Spencer on the other hand was having an out of body experience, there wasn't an inch of your skin which was left untouched. Unkissed. After you were settled he raised his hips meeting you halfway with each thrust.

"You're doing so well baby," you cooed down at him, "You love when I ride you hm? Best fucking seat in the house."

His eyes shut closed in pleasure as your pace quickened, "Love it so much. So so pretty," he mumbled out.

His arms pulled you close again. Chest to chest as you continued your movements. Your lips met in a lazy kiss, panting in each others mouths when you ran out of air.

You could feel him pulsating inside you. The iron grip he had on your hips as he helped drive you up and down on his cock was sure to feel sore the next day. His shoulders were sure to have corresponding crescent marks from your nails digging in.

"Touch me Spence m'so close love," you said breathlessly.

One of his hands fell down to the space where you both connected. Skilled fingers rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves in quick circular motions.

Loud moans escaped your lips. Your head fell back to the familiar junction of his neck and shoulder, biting the skin in order to stifle your noises of pleasure.

"Y/n I can't hold it any longer, please cum with me," he whimpered out.

Nodding your head you grabbed onto the back of his neck, "Right behind you baby. Let go for me, I got you."

With a few more upward thrusts you felt him pull you down onto his cock, warmth spreading in your tummy. The feeling of his seed filling you up and his euphoric groans sent you over the edge.

You both rode out your orgasms, swiveling hips and satisfactory sighs of release leaving your lips.

After a few minutes of content silence listening to the music still flowing through the hall you moved to get up, the sticky mess between your thighs less than comfortable.

Warm arms kept you in place, denying your movement.

"Spence I gotta clean up," you said trying to push yourself off his chest.

"If I remember correctly you said at least 25 minutes and from my calculations I have 3 minutes and 38 seconds left of cuddle time," the lanky man under you said matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes, sighing but resting your head back on his shoulder, "If I get a UTI thats 3 minutes and 38 seconds of me playing screamo in your ear at full volume."

With one last squeeze he kissed the side of your head, the scent of ammonia only sightly bothering him, "Worth it."

[slurp-imagines]

I love your work...can you please do nsfw head cannons for Sakazuki and Borsalino with their fem! lover

PLEASEEEEE and thank you in advance. ♡︎

aw thanks anon! I'm not super confident with these two but I did my best haha. some parts are more general, but I also tried to be specific to a female s/o in other parts. hope you like it!

NSFW Headcanons (fem s/o): Sakazuki & Borsalino

Sakazuki (Akainu)

↳ He doesn't give his partner much control in the bedroom. Even when she's on top, he feels like he's just "letting her" take control of the pace for a while... And he'll usually flip the two of them over at some point anyway, just to remind her of that.

↳ His pace in the bedroom isn't very fast– but it really doesn't need to be, because he's all about those deep, powerful thrusts. Even before that, Sakazuki is sooo good at working his partner up with the foreplay.

↳ He might seem like the type who to just take and take and take– and he will, when he's in a certain mood– but at other times, he can actually be quite thorough and generous in the bedroom. He feels pride about how badly he makes his s/o want his cock, but probably more than that, he takes pride in how hard and how often he can make her come before he even puts it in.

↳ Sakazuki doesn't do a lot of dirty talk; he's mostly silent except for some grunts when he's close to finishing. For him it's all in heated looks and physical punishment. He wouldn't do anything severe unless she asked for it (and honestly, he'd be okay with quite a bit– spanking, slapping, choking, restraints, what have you). But otherwise he's prone to pressing her head or limbs into the mattress, holding her chin so he can see her face clearly, moving her body into the position he wants to take her in. Just bedroom behavior that generally says "dominance"

↳ I kinda feel like he has a size kink? Not like he wants to be causing her a lot of pain when he enters her... But if it's a manageable amount of pain, and she's into it too, then hey. He's gonna indulge that. He likes seeing those tears of pain/pleasure in her eyes, and feeling how her nails dig into his skin while she's taking his length. It makes him feel all manly and powerful, it really does it for him

↳ Sakazuki loves when she squirts too. He acts like he hates the mess (and he does, after the fact) but it's such a turn-on for him in the moment. Especially if it's while he's inside her– like she comes so hard he has to pull out and she just squirts all over him?? He'll press it right back in and start fucking her twice as hard, it drives him wild (not that he'd admit to that)

Borsalino (Kizaru)

↳ As far as positions go, Borsalino is really into cowgirl. He likes when she takes the reigns, because 1) that's less work for him, and 2) he gets to watch her have her way with him, which is fun! And the way he looks at her while she's bouncing in his lap? Ugh. His dark eyes running hungrily up and down her body while she moves, with that sultry smile on his face the whole time. It's criminal

↳ He's a little mean though, because he won't help out when she gets tired. He'll just raise his eyebrows expectantly and wait for her to beg him for it. Probably tease her a little bit too if she isn't forthcoming– rocking his hips ever so slightly, definitely not enough to help get her off, or trailing his hands over her lower half and just barely avoiding her clit. So mean for no reason

↳ Borsalino really loves when his partner sits on his face, too. It would make his whole week. Especially if she goes all out with it– he wants her to be grinding down on his mouth and chin, spreading her wetness over him. He just loves it. If he suffocates a little bit then that's a small price to pay

↳ He also enjoys a good, romantic wine & dine before taking things to the bedroom. Or he thinks he does. It sounds so nice in theory. But then once he's eaten he feels so full and content and lazy (maybe that's why he likes having his lady on top lmao), he just wants to get pampered. Especially because I could see him being the type to go all out preparing a nice home-fancy meal for his s/o... He's like, "I'm so tired from cooking, don't you think I deserve a little lovin?" He's joking but also kinda not lol

↳ The best case scenario in this case (much more common) is he sees his partner dressed to nines for him and he just can't keep his hands off her. He's taking her in the kitchen, on the dining room table, wherever else she pleases, before he even finishes cooking.

↳ I feel like Borsalino is also "into" roleplaying, but he's weirdly picky about it. All those super cheesy scenarios could seem fun, but even if he jokes about it he wouldn't want to actually do most of them lol. His favorite scenario is probably meeting her out somewhere for a date & pretending like they're strangers trying to take the other home for the night. He probably wants her to play hard to get, too. It's just kind of funny to him, especially when it's further into their relationship, and it makes him feel all nostalgic and romantic. Plus, he'll take any excuse to layer on the flirting with her. Loves the cat and mouse game