#once again. no pressure if you dont feel like doing this

[yeonjune]

Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project ✙ "GGUM" MAKING FILM

[sophiethewitch1]

kinda wanna write a fic where the dog is literally the deus ex machina

[armenelols]

Yeah I've just realised it's been months since I posted or reblogged or replied to anything on here, so. Yeah. Obligatory announcement that I am still alive and well. My mind got wiped midway through exam season at the end of january and since they then I've been vibing in a stress free world where I am not worried about anything or doing anything

[blighted-lights]

wow ravage is so cool in mtmte, wish he was an actual character and not a plot stepping stone for everyone around him (totally not bitter)

but hey, have an angry ravage wip! the full piece will be done soon, but first, i wanna do a lil experiment first depending on how many ppl see this post. ravage is angry, but 🤔 what do you guys think he's angry about? who's he angry at? let me know in tags, comments, asks, dms- i wanna test something rq

[bmpmp3]

when people complain about getting like, a 98% grade on something because it was "so close to perfect" its like. i understand what you're saying on a technical level. but that is a line of thought so far away from my experiences and ways of thinking that i do feel like im from another planet. 100% isnt even a real number to me

[widevibratobitch]

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[demetrius-haggarty]

Demetrius has been hanging out around the Bell Tower Courtyard for quite some time now. He is waiting for @ask-garreth-weasley and the only reason the wizard came here earlier was that he had nothing better to do, his classes done for the day. The weather went from simply cloudy to rainy to almost sunny in a short period of time. The little alcoves on the left-hand side after leaving the tower sheltered him from the rain while it lasted.

Not that Meech is bothered by the rain. His broom, however, is already in a rather miserable state as it was put together from at least two completely different brooms. As of right now Meech is sitting not far from the wall, his cloak is thrown to the ground: Demetrius does not particularly care if it gets wet while he is tinkering with the broom.

To somebody who is not familiar with the flying brooms, this one might seem rather normal. Meech made sure all the wooden components are fitted snuggly into the metal coil surrounding the head of the broom at its base. A dark red rope is encircling the lower part of the handle to make it sturdier until Meech saves up enough coins for a better saddle. Not a thread out of line, not a twig the wrong length, not a speckle of dirt present. The only problem with his broom now is that it cannot actually fly. Not yet.

With an old but rather sharp-looking pocket knife in his capable hands, the Gryffindor is carving out a barely visible intricate pattern on the handle, his mind elsewhere.

[Previous interactions for reference: x x]

[icantalk710]

📱😪

[moechies]

giving older bsf toji a bj cs u dont have any money on u for gas 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

oh mi gosh. dis is absolutely so filthy ‘nd absolutely perfect for him . dis is how grimy he is in my mind.. (modern au where toji is RICH $$)

“toji.”

“hm, darling?” you look upon the questioning man sitting besides you, one strong hand that guides the steering wheel of your own car. he insisted to drive, and in what position would you say no? you’d never pass up an offer to be passenger princess.

“i-i forgot.”

“forgot what?”

“forgot money for gas, toji.”

“are ya dumb sweetheart? goin’ t’get gas n the one thing ya forgot is gas money?”

“‘m s-sorry toji, can you lend me? please? promise i won’t forget next time!”

he scoffs, knowing well that he would’ve paid nonetheless. but watching you nervously scramble yourself together, anticipating a response from him is too adorable, he thinks.

“yeah, but ya gotta pay me back.”

“course i will! gonna give it back as soon as we ge-“

“no sweetie. not with money.”

your head turns slow to the man, already shooting you a evil-intentioned smirk. his free hand comes down to scarce over the evident bulge that pokes through his sweats, indirectly instructing you.

“with your mouth, honey.”

he chuckles when your face flushes red, how unexpecting.

with over 3 years of close friendship, the man had assumed that you at least would’ve noticed; his stares that pierce into your skin, touches that linger a little too long, and the constant absence of your favorite panties. what a naive little thing you were; he loved it.

if you didn’t know his true intentions then, you’d definitely know now.

“c’mon, y’want me to fill it up right?”

“t-“

“the tank sweetie. the car. don’t you want gas?”

you huff when he chuckles at your flustered expression. your small fingers dance across his bulge, his own hand messily slipping under the band of his sweats, releasing himself. he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face when you gasp, fawn like eyes that immediately shoot up to meet his gaze.

“s-so big..”

“mm, you think so?” he teases.

his hand slithers to the back of your head, fingers playing with one or two strands of your hair.

“c’mon, be good..”

he smiles at you coyly, desperate even, and it makes your heart and your cunt clench.

with slight pressure from the man’s hand, you find yourself lowering onto the tip of his cock. your puffy lips press against the warm slit, an immediate groan that spills from his lips,

“no action recently?” you tease, facing him with a slight smile,

“shaddup princess. yer lucky you’re cute.”

you snicker, separating your slicked up lips to wrap around the thick of his cock head. your tongue presses against the slit once again, tasting the sweet substance that coats his dewy slit; more that spews from the teasing licks.

“don’t t-tease.”

you hold yourself further onto his cock to accommodate his length, a light gag that elicits from your throat. tears brim in your eyes when you feel your jaw begin to ache, but the needy man pays no mind when he begins thrusting into your warmth.

oh and when he feels a warm tear fall onto the skin of his thigh, he nearly cums.

“heh.. there you go, see? ya can do it.”

you hum around him, the light sensation that drills right through his sensitive cock.

“g-gunna cum. shit.”

and with a few shallow thrusts, his cum brims. it’s warm, and thick, but you swallow without a second thought. you pull yourself off to meet your eyes with his, vision daisy and face fumed with a sweet blush once again.

“hah.. gonna have to fill you up, darling. we’ll worry about the car later, kay?”

[beababoobies]

ME AGAIN!!! WITH A SAL X READER REQUEST (again) THIS TIME AIDJSJDH. a porn one at that !!!!

i need sal so bad its an actual problem

just like. imagine reader n the gang r havin a little sleepover. and reader is just so inconsolably turned on for some reason (maybe sal had his hand on their thigh when they watched a movie or smthin), so when everyone is asleep they asks sal to help them out :,,,) (his fingers r just so long n pretty,, they cant help but want them lol)

mayb he has to keep them quiet somehow, mayb covers their mouth/puts his fingers in their mouth to muffle them

hes so shy and nervous and awkward but he’s having the time of his life, watching the reader’s reactions. mayb he cant help but get himself off too, too enraptured by the way reader struggles to gasp and whine against his fingers

GOD DAMN.

would love if u wrote this mootie 🫶🏼🫶🏼 no pressure ofc ofc ofc !! (fem bodied reader pls if u dont mind <3!)

(i might write this too, i love my mind sometimes 🙏)

hey mootie!! Im giving you the fast pass because all the jjk stuff you repost got me into the series and I’m loving it, also cus you’re AMAZING! All characters are aged 20+ because this is based in chapter five of course, please do enjoy! :) (and for everyone waiting for their Hazbin requests to be filled - IT IS COMING! I am a busy woman.) 

Needy - Sal Fisher X Fem!Reader

words : 2k, warnings : SPICAYYYY!!, creampie, fingering, slightly public, needy!sal AND needy!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys, c’mon), hold the moan trope

The entire gang had been having more sleepovers ever since Sal and Todd had found the new house. Larry was moving in so it was just the normal next step, and you loved coming over so much. More specifically to spend time with your boyfriend, but also just to feel like old times again. Even Ash came from the city every once and a while, and this was one of those days.

Since it was Larry’s last day living in the Apartments, you had all agreed to made the most out of that small basement apartment you had spent so much of your awkward teen years in. You had been doing all the same shit you used to all day - smoking in the treehouse, playing card games for hours. 

You and Sal huddled up around his old gamebuddy, playing the games Larry had kept long forgotten in the corners of his room, Larry and Ash painting on a shared canvas, chatting about life while Larry’s old metal mixtapes blasted in the background, and Todd and Neil cuddled up on the beanbag in the corner, occasionally joining in their conversation, but mostly just cuddled up and enjoying each others company. All of this was wonderful, nostalgic - even healing. 

That was all up until Sal quietly suggested you all watched an old horror movie, and you were all huddled together in the dark, you with Sal leaning on your shoulder on your right, and Ash on your left, giggling and nudging you like old times. Larry laid out casually on the floor in front of you all because of how shit his eyes were from years of refusing glasses. Which should’ve been fine.

In fact - it was fine. Until Sal decided it would be a wonderful idea to put his hand on your thigh. Your bare thigh, just below where your miniskirt started. And even that - even that, you could’ve survived with some unwanted heat in your panties. But no, the blue fucker jumped at one of the scenes, hand sliding up the inside of your thigh to accidentally drag your skirt up, his hand knocking against your warm core - hand rubbing up against your clothed clit as he pulled his hand away, and all you could do was pull your hand away from where it was sweetly brushing through Ashley’s hair like you used to do, straight to your face to hide the unbelievably needy whine you would’ve let out.

“you okay?” Ashley whispers softly, looking over to you and you just nod quickly, watching her go back to watching the movie before shooting Sal a venomous glance, which he avoids nervously, already feeling your stare of death shoot through the side of his head. You pierced your lips together, putting one leg over the other and squeezing your thighs firmly shut, Sal’s hand now comfortably resting much, much lower on your thigh. Practically on your calve, as he preferred not to die tonight. 

But that’s when it started, the unwanted slick already gently collecting in your panties, your mind running through all the things you wanted to do to him - what you wanted him to do to you. God, your mind was like a dog in heat. You couldn’t even bear to focus on the movie, sitting there, cautiously eyeing up your dead silent boyfriend. His shirt ridden up his stomach just oh-so-slightly from the way he was slouched back, soft happy trail of blue peeking out from under his shirt. God, what you would do to pull those stupid red torn up jeans down - not even fully - and ride him until he was shooting blanks and sobbing under you. 

That is how it went on for the rest of the movie. That is exactly how it went on when you all decided the sleeping plan. That is where your mind still was when you and Sal decided to take the pullout couch, Todd and Neil in Lisa’s old room, and Larry sleeping on his bed with Ashley on a cot on his floor. With the thinnest fucking walls known to man kind. You should know - you grew up with the same ones. 

Sal yawned as he laid next to you, mask placed softly on the table right beside the couch, as well as his glass eye floating in a cup, looking at you nervously as he pulled the covers up over himself too, gently wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him from behind, expecting you to be asleep by now - you were a heavy sleeper, he was an insomniac. It worked out like that. Until he heard a soft, half-whine of a whisper come from you. 

“S-sal..” you mumbled softly, pressing yourself back against him, causing him to let out a soft whine of his own, hand around your waist flinching ever so softly. “P-please baby, need you so bad..” you mumbled out softly, turning around to face him, seeing the needy tears in your eyes had him melting as well, piercing his lips together as he grips softly at your side.

“N-no, you know how thin these walls are - I’m sorry about earlier, but..” he says nervously as he watches you whine and writhe softly, pressing yourself up against him, one hand on his chest. That’s when you decide to make the move, grabbing his hand and moving to in-between your legs so he can feel how absolutely soaked through your panties are, causing him to experimentally run his fingers over them, biting down on his scarred lip so hard he’s concerned it might bleed. You can’t help a choked whine and a buck of your hips against his hand at that, looking up at him with those needy eyes. Fuck. 

He doesn’t say a word as he puts two shaky fingers to your lips, and you wrap your mouth around them without question, twirling your tongue around them and sucking on them like your life depended on it, all while he shakily pulled you panties to the side, prodding his fingers at your soaked hole, a quiet ‘fuck.’ Escaping his mouth when he slides one in with ease, feeling the vibrations around his fingers as you whine. “G-gotta be quiet, please - we h have to be quiet..” he mumbles out messily as he feels his cock throb to life in his sleep shorts, smearing precum across his thigh when he feels your cunt clench needily around his fingers.

He lets out a sigh of relief when you quickly nod at him, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly starts to curl his long fingers inside of you, the obscene squealing noise making him whimper softly, hips accidentally bucking softly against your thigh as his cock tries to find some sort of friction - daydreaming about how easily he could slip inside you right now with how wet you are - how you would feel around his cock, velvety walks clenching around him and providing him that oh so delicious friction he was searching for. 

His thumb moves to gently circle your clit as you start to find a slow grinding rhythm against his hand, practically riding his fingers as he finds that delicious spongy spot on your walls and pushes his fingers up against it, causing your cunt to give another urgent and needy clench, more slick falling into his palm, making a mess as he tries his best not to whine himself.

The slippery sounds of friction, the feeling of your thigh twitching pressed up right against his own throbbing problem, or the way his fingertips are pressing up against the entrance to your throat, the way his other fingertips are pressed up against your velvety walls. It’s driving him beyond insane, to the point he’s thinking he might cum in his sleep shorts if it continues this way. And he didn’t bring an extra pair - and it would just be a waste if he didn’t cum inside of you - not while you were practically begging for it.  

“B-baby.” He whines out, catching your attention for a second, tears of pleasure falling softly down your face as your hips still, whining against his hand from the way you stopped while being so close - it was beyond downright embarrassing how quickly you were about to cum, and you were honestly glad he stopped you. “C-can i please put it in? J-just the tip, please baby, ‘s so sensitive. Need you so bad.” He whines quietly and softly, pressing his hard on against your thigh to back up his own statement, whining softly again. “Just wann’ cum inside you, please…” he whispers, watching you nod eagerly.

Pulling his fingers out of you with an obscenely wet pop, pulling your soaked panties to the side and he lets out an erotic sigh pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he pulled his shorts down, cock slapping to attention against his abdomen, precum beading from the sensitive tip as he shakily pulled your hips up, grabbing the base of his cock and gently rubbing it against your entrance, and you could hear how wet you were when he moved his tip to part your drenched lips and drag through them, whining into the crook of your neck as you grabbed his shoulders, brain fuzzy with the way his hot tip felt rubbing against your clit, sticky with your own slick. 

He bit down hard on your shoulder as his tip popped past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance, desperately rutting against you, trying not to whine or let slip how good it felt to be inside you - the way your hot, heady slick insides felt like they were trying to pull him in deeper. His hand cupped your mouth quickly, stopping you from making a sound as he gently pushed himself further inside you, feeling you grip tightly at his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as he broke his promise, pushing his cock inside of you, inch by desperate inch, trying not to slam his entire cock into you at once - which was unbelievably hard, considering how wet you were, and how desperate he was - his tip prodded at your cervix, making you jerk forward, groaning against the palm of his hand.

He rutted into you desperately, not daring to thrust properly, letting everyone else hear how wet and desperate you were, or even worse, how even needier he was for you, the head of his cock bumping against your sweet spot, the only sound in the air being the quiet sounds of your muffled whines, and the quiet rustling of sheets as he ground into you, abdomen rubbing against your clit as he did so, bringing you to the edge so much faster than you ever expected, cunt clenching around him, the sign that you were about to cum. He just nodded into the nape of your neck, hips refusing to stop. 

“m-me too, fuck, me too, me too ‘m gonna cum, ‘s too tight, ‘s so warm.” He half whines, half whispers right into your neck as he detaches his teeth from your shoulder for a second, before hurriedly latching them back onto your neck as you feel his cock violently twitch inside you, whining desperately into his hand as you felt yourself start to cum, cunt clenching around him desperately, slick flooding from you and creating an obscene squelching between you two as you spasmed and arched under him. 

He groaned into your neck as he quickly pulled his face from your neck, smashing his lips desperately against yours, muffling his own groans as he pushes himself as deep into you as he can go, cumming hot ropes into you as he stills, thighs twitching as he pulls his mouth from you, both of you panting and catching your breaths, feeling the warm liquid pool out of you and spill onto Sal’s abdomen as he lets out a small and raspy chuckle, still catching his breath.

 “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” 

[naokyunnn]

NSFW and nsfw link ahead...

🐚 rising back from the dead with : Satoru x fem!reader, big dick satoru as usual, pussy rubbing and eventual fuck 😸

Just imagine sweet bf Satoru....

He absolutely love to spoil you, he never asked anything in return, never demanded any weird shit from you other than a simple kiss or just tag along him wherever he wanted to go.

But not when you showed off that cute panties that you bought in set with his money along with other stuff....

For once Satoru wanted to be selfish... he wanted you and nothing else, gosh-- he didn't wanna make you uncomfortable for making it seems like he's doing this in return for your body but-- damn you look so damn cute in those panties. He didn't wanna break an angel like you.

But there you are, lying on your back legs on both sides of Satoru's thighs, his dick relentlessly rubbing under your panties just bumping right on your clit. Frustrated moans and grunts filled the room as you feel the wetness that is now enveloping the front of your panties mixed of your wetness and Satoru's precum.

"Ah--fuck you're killing me with those panties baby- hah" Satoru draws out with a strained groan as he thrust under the material.

Your eyebrows curled upwards while looking down where the two of you rub against one another, the sight of it is enough to draw a moan of your throat.

"Why-- Why can't you just put it in" You almost whined but you knew in the back of your mind that his size will require you so much prep. Satoru let out an almost growl as he grips the top of your thighs.

"You're talking like you can handle it in one go" Satoru flashed you a lazy smirk as those crystal blue eyes look down at your laying position, drinking in your appearance, and how you look so fucked out he's not even doing anything.

His sticky tip run along your wet folds again, pressing his thumb on his length on top of those soaked panties to give more pressure to your clit as he rub his head along your folds. That action is enough to make your head dizzy and clouded in pleasure but your hole still clenches on nothing.

"Please-- 'toru, i dont care i want it inside me fuck!"

Satoru didn't even listen to you as he got lost on the feeling of the soppy feeling of your cunt against his tip-- and fuck, the wet noises too. Satoru knew he was gone.

"Fuuck-- im gonna cum already- fuck fuck" Satoru let out a shaky moan as he started picking up his thrust, the sensation of his swollen tip brushing even more faster against your folds and to your clit now. Satoru pressed down even harder on his length to create more pressure on you.

"Gonna cum-- ah! Gonna cum 'toru" You whimpered before the shuddering feeling washes over you, creating more wetness on Satoru's tip under your soaked panties.

Your moans and whimpers just fueled Satoru's building up orgasm and so, he came so fast coating the mound of your pussy with his load, but he didn't stop there...

A groan draws out of Satoru's throat, breathing heavily as his blue eyes found your fucked out state, chest heaving fast with your eyes closed shut and your mouth slightly agape.

He let out a almost a whimper sound when he kept on rubbing his stingy tip against your folds, making you twitch a bit in overstimulation-- you let out a almost pained moan as Satoru keep on rutting, but due to his cum that coated your folds it made it easy to rub against you over and over until his head just nudged past your hole.

"Fuck--"

The both of you almost said in unison, as a moan slipped out of the both of you. Satoru didn't move, he kept his tip inside your cunt and looked up at you with those hazy eyes.

"Think you can take it?" Satoru asked breathlessly as he carefully move his hip, hands moving the soaked panties aside to see the way your cute pussy hugs the tip of his dick-- and my god, it almost made him cum again.

"Yeah, yes please... just... slow" You replied in between panted breaths, and gulped down dryly. That is enough for Satoru to fuck his tip into you slowly for your comfort but little by little your pussy sucked him in by themselves and you were so damn tight.

"Tight fucking pussy-- Hah" Satoru growled and leaned forward to bury his face against tour neck, thrusting his halfway through dick inside you. You couldn't hide your own moans, voluming up to something you didn't even expect you can.

"Toru--Toru Ah! So big fuuuck-- so good" You moaned like a bitch under Satoru, almost writhing around and grabbing what you can just to ground yourself, Satoru moaned in return, eyes never leaving the way your face contorts in pleasure.

"You can take it baby its okay-- its okay... you taking it sooo good-- Ah" Satoru cooed in between breathy moans and he picked up the pace, fucking his length all the way in and drawing out halfway to thrust in to you again and again.

Your cries filled the room, nasty wet sounds of Satoru fucking you relentlessly goes along with it. It affected Satoru more than he expected to be, goddamnit he loves that he's the one making you fall apart like this that he feel like he's going to cum so fast again.

"Gonna cum again angel-- ohfuckfuck-- Gah" Satoru closed his eyes shut, his hand gripping your hips so tight that it could bruise.

Your hand reached down to rub your own clit so you can cum with Satoru. Glossy eyes look up at his ocean blue ones and just kept the eyes contact.

"Gonna make yourself cum for me? Baby? Huh?" Satoru asked un between his groans, and watched where you're rubbing your clit and let out a guttural moan. "Fuck-- yeah touch yourself"

When Satoru realized what you're doing he just snaps and came hard immediately by just the look in your eyes.

Your orgasm followed, legs twitching around Satoru as he let out a moan along you when you came. He stayed there, slumped on top of you, matching your heavy breathing, not long a while he spoke.

"Next time...hah.... keep on wearing those granny panties so it wont turn me on- ow!" You pinched the side of his ass cheeks in retaliation.

"You saying my old panties are granny panties?" You scoffed before Satoru giggled playfully against your neck.

inspired by this link i saw here... 🫣

divider creds: chilumitos

[dovveri]

can you write sana and reader scissoring in the back seat bcz the car can drive automatically ?!😋

knee deep in the passenger seat

synopsis: once again, exactly what req asked for :)

warnings: smut! scissoring in the backseat, some thigh riding, semi-public sex, cunnilingus implication, curse words

w/c: 2.2k

a/n: every author has their hardest type of fic to write and i fear mine is smut... still fun tho! enjoy stay safe dont plagirise etc etc :P

"how much longerrrrr?"

you look over to the passenger seat, laughing a little at your girlfriend's antics. she's been getting more and more restless as the drive went on. she'd already gotten through her entire collection of netflix downloads, taken various naps, and grown sick of her road trip playlists that she had specially made in preparation.

you place a hand on her thigh, "almost there baby. 2 hours to go."

"2 hours?!" she exaggerates, whining and putting her hand over yours, squeezing slightly.

"you can take another nap?"

"not tired." you don't have to look at her to tell she's pouting. but you would have to look at her to pinpoint the look she gets in her eye, coming up with an idea that would entertain her, and you for the remainder of the drive.

"hungry? there's still some snacks in the- w-what are you doing sana?" your grip on the steering wheel tightens as you feel her drag your hand up her thigh slowly.

"mm i'm not really feeling like the snacks we brought. i could go for something else though..." there's a suggestive lilt in her voice, and your grip around her thigh tightens out of habit. she smirks, knowing she has you wrapped around her finger.

"b-baby i'm driving."

"doesn't this car have an auto drive feature?" she inches your hand further up, her voice dropping an octave, using that tone you know she only uses when she wants something from you.

"y-yeah b-but- um- i-"

"hmm?"

just before she reaches her centre she brings your hand up to her mouth, taking your fingers in slowly, one by one, slicking them up and humming around them. you don't dare look at her, the feeling of her mouth wrapped around you enough to make you squirm in your seat.

"there we go. nice and wet. you'll help me out now won't you?" she doesn't wait for a response, bringing your hand back down, except she's unzipped her pants and shuffled them down already so your hand meets the skin of her inner thighs. you can feel the heat emanating from her core, anticipation building while she traces your fingers lightly over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

"b-baby-"

"c'mon let me have some fun honey. it'll be fun for you too i promise."

then she presses the tip of your finger directly above her clit, gasping at the barely there pressure, feeling her own arousal spike instantly.

you curse, using your other hand to quickly turn the auto-drive feature of the car on, while sana traces your finger down her clothed cunt, rutting into your hand when you start to feel her panties soil with her essence. she drags you slowly back up to her clit, making you press down fully this time, circling it and letting out a full blown moan. the sound goes straight between your legs, the feeling of her hot skin, the little nub under your fingertip.

when you're finally done with the settings and inputting your destination in the navigation system, you whip your head around to face her, expecting, but still completely unprepared for the look of sheer sex on her face.

she's got the hand that's not controlling yours in her mouth, sucking on her own fingers to try and muffle the sounds of pleasure she makes with each stroke of your fingers. her pants are shoved down to her thighs, you can see her thigh muscles straining to spread her legs wider for you, but the material only allows her to open herself up so much. she's got that lidded look that she knows drives you insane, her top messy from her wriggling and squirming. with wide eyes you realise she decided to forgo wearing a bra today, her nipples hard and visible through her thin camisole.

sana notices your gaze linger on her chest, pushing it out further with a smirk. "like what you see?"

"you didn't wear a bra." your voice is low, now that you have your full attention on her, you're hyper-focused on the way her breathing has gotten progressively heavier, the rise and fall of her chest and the increasing wetness under your fingertip.

"it's a roadtrip. i wanted to be comfy."

"or you planned this from the beginning?"

she smirks again, "you're delusional honey. now are you gonna help me or do i have to do it myself?"

you growl, leaning over and capturing her lips in a rough kiss, sucking her bottom lip into your mouth and biting down lightly. she moans, pressing your hand down against her cunt just a little harder to give herself more pressure.

at the reminder, you rip your hand away from her, ignoring her whine against your lips, sucking away any other sounds she tries to make. instead, you work at pulling her pants down fully, helping her out of them so her legs were now bare and spread for you.

you break away, glancing down briefly, your eyes darkening at the sight, a wet patch obvious on her panties as she whines and squirms against you.

"backseat. now."

you push yourself off of your seat, climbing into the backseat a little clumsily, earning a giggle and a cheeky slap on your ass, but you were needy now so you didn’t care how you looked, the mess between your thighs was all her fault.

once you’re sat you look at her expectantly, raising an eyebrow.

but she takes her time, making sure your eyes are on her before pulling off her top slowly, letting her breasts bounce down, knowing your eyes were glued to them. then she leans onto the dashboard, bringing her legs up onto the seat so her ass is facing you, teasingly pulling her panties down her legs, slow enough you can see the slick clinging to the material desperately as she reveals her cunt, pretty and soaked. you lick your lips in anticipation, the throb between your own legs growing almost unbearable.

she looks over her shoulder back at you when her panties are off, the most seductive look in her eyes, lips curled up. she crawls onto the middle console, then she's on her hands and knees in front of you, completely naked and dripping, hair falling to frame her face perfectly.

you lean back, rubbing your thighs together to generate any sort of friction, feeling the temperature of the car heighten.

"take off your clothes." she husks out, getting up so she's still kneeling but has her hands holding onto the sides of the passenger and driver seats to support herself.

you hasten to follow her instructions, yanking down your pants and pulling your top off over your head, undoing your bra and shuffling your panties down your legs. you waste no time, unlike her, too desperate for her touch to tease.

the way she's kneeling in front of you, means all the movements of the car translates directly onto her body. every small bump or rough patch of road the car drives over, her tits bounce along accordingly, nipples hard and pointed, just aching to be tugged and pinched. your gaze is fixed on them, completely obsessed.

finally, after you're both completely naked, sana slides forward. you're too eager to get your skin on hers that you grab her hips and pull her onto your lap harshly. her yelp transitions into a moan as soon as your heated skin meets.

she immediately starts grinding down into your thigh, you're completely mesmerised by the way her chest bounces, finally close enough that you can reach both hands up and cup them.

"f-fuck you can touch."

your hands squeeze, brushing your thumbs over her nipples gently, earning a moan from sana again.

you can't get enough of the sounds she makes, determined to hear more, squeezing her tits a little more harshly, playing around with them in your hands, then coming in to pinch her nipples simultaneously.

sana throws her head back at that, gushing at the feeling, rutting down faster, harder onto your thigh, fully riding it now.

you take the opportunity with the extra space to lean down and wrap your lips around a nipple, still tugging and twisting at the other one. you alternate between sucking motions and running your tongue over it in all sorts of directions, switching to the other nipple and repeating, hands never leaving her tits, never getting enough.

when you detach from her, you realise you've started thrusting up into her unconsciously as well, your body only reacting to the arousal and intense need to get off right now.

you latch back onto her tit, only able to break away for so long, but taking in your surroundings a little better now. you flush, tilting your head to the side so you can continue suckling on her nipple, taking in the highway. thankfully there weren't many cars on the road but the thrill of being caught, or anyone driving close enough to just peek in through the window to see the both of you, completely naked and enthralled with one another, sends a spike of arousal down your spine.

you can feel when sana gets closer to finishing, her breaths and moans picking up in pitch, her movements growing more frantic, hand on the back of your head, keeping you at her chest, curses falling out of her mouth.

you hum around her, pulling back and looking up, adoring the sweat that's built up, bits of her hair sticking to her forehead, eyes lidded, mouth open.

"close?" your voice is raspy, overrun with lust.

"m-mhm-"

at the confirmation, you suddenly move your hands down to her hips, grabbing them and forcing her still.

"w-what?! what are you doing?!"

"shh- just- let me-" you awkwardly shuffle around the backseat, trying to maneuver your bodies in the limited space, lying down and pulling her on top of you.

her breath hitches as your bare chests meet, faces suddenly close together, and then your shifting your legs and you mutter out a small curse, grinding up into her cunt, both your pussies drenched and gliding against one another, clits catching as you frantically bring her down into a kiss.

you both moan into each other, sana understanding what you wanted immediately, not wasting another second and rutting down into you, rubbing your cunts together.

it's wet, and hot, and scratches just the itch you need to have your back arching, desperately thrusting up into her, briefly wondering if your car was shaking from the frenzied humping, if other people could tell what was going on just by the movement of your car.

your nipples perk up when you feel sana's saliva-slicked chest rub against yours, the tight space making you feel all the more closer to her, chasing your highs together.

"f-fuck i'm- oh god- i-"

"c'mon- cum baby. that's what you wanted right? you entertained yet? you wanna cum all over me? all over my pretty pussy? fuck you're gonna make me cum too-"

she whines, burying her head in your neck, unable to continue kissing you, only focused on the primal need to reach that high.

"oh fuck you're so pretty baby- wanna see you cum- please? for me?"

sana's panting into your ear, grinding down, each thrust feeling rougher and faster than the last, and when you practically beg her to cum for you, she does exactly that, crying out and releasing.

you grab her hips and continue to rut up into her, chasing your own orgasm which comes easily when the girl of your dreams is writhing and coming undone right on top of you.

you come down with heavy breaths, holding sana in your arms and running a hand through her hair softly.

eventually sana peeks out from the crook of your neck, a hazy grin on her face, hair a mess, she's never been more beautiful.

"thank you."

"of course baby." you smile, brushing strands of hair that have fallen onto your face behind her ear.

she sits up, still on top of you, stretching a little. there's a twinge of arousal watching her body move. she looks back down at you knowingly, lightly trailing a hand up and down the valley of your chest and your stomach.

"how much longer do we have?"

you sit up as well, grasping her hands and interlocking your fingers, looking to the dashboard and squinting at the time to destination.

"like an hour."

sana hums, then pushes you back down so you’re lying flat on your back.

you raise an eyebrow in question.

she smirks, "enough time for me to eat you out. you know i get peckish after sex. you're the perfect snack."

and then she's lifting your legs onto her shoulders and diving in. you found it hard to find reasons to drive anymore when the auto-drive feature allowed sana to have you like this, not knee deep in the passenger seat and eating you out, but just as good.

[inzaynety]

a little, jealousy ⤫

➢ summary: Too much staring and too many comments tick him off. He makes sure he’s the only one you look at.

➢ content: hoshina x fem!reader, 1622 words, nsfw, fingering, oral (f. receiving)/cum eating, manhandling, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap lol), creampie, dirty talk, possessive hoshina, lwky aftercare

➢ notes: not my source of inspo being gojo smut lmao idk how to do this w/o making it like 10k words so here’s a lite version (and pls read the rules, if you’re under 18 DNI and DO NOT CONTINUE) also if yk who u are, dont read im embarrassed

pt. 1 - pt. 2 of slice & dice - pt. 3

Now this was your own fault. 

Saying anything that enticing was going to get him riled up, not to mention the pressing matter of other men vying for your attention. Well, it was one man and the other was at the wrong place at the wrong time. But it all culminated to one point; it didn’t even take ten minutes to get you from the training room to his office.

It’s not the most comfortable place, but neither of you cared. He’s quick to push off papers and such off his desk before lifting you atop, knowing he’d regret the mess later. But that of course, was later. 

Both of you were frantic in removing each other’s clothes, entangling in a heated kiss as you finally managed to claw off his shirt while separating for the quickest moment. He sighs against your lips when you trail a hand down his chest and once you try to steep lower, he catches your wrist.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” His eyes are dark but you catch a bit of restraint there. Even if you tried to provoke him, no matter what he’d make sure to have an ounce of control. You’re catching your breath when he lifts you a bit to slide off your pants and you hitch at how his fingers press against your aching heat, subconsciously grinding down to his digits. 

Hoshina’s looking at you again, watching intently at your expressions and with a trained eye you know he’s enjoying this bit. You’re not about to give in just yet and return your hands to his neck, caressing the skin at his nape to pull him down. He groans at how you catch his bottom lip as you kiss him again and nip at it. 

“Come on, baby,” you drawl, watching him through your lashes. “I’m getting impatient here.” He laughs at your demand and sits up to run a hand through his hair. 

“You sure you wanna start with me now?”

You narrow your gaze in a challenge and he nods at the wordless challenge. 

In a swift motion your panties are slid off and legs spread open, exposing your cunt to the cool air. You shiver at the sudden contact while leaning on your elbows, trying to hide but he’s holding you in place. Despite knowing it’s not the first time he’s seen you bare, you always feel a little shy. 

It doesn’t help that he has that goddamn look on his face. His gaze is so intense, zeroed in on your most intimate area. 

“Fuck, look at ya. Already wet for me?” Hoshina licks his lips while darting between your eyes and your exposed pussy. At his words comes an embarrassing gush of slick and he laughs at you. “Of course ya are.” 

He readjusts bringing his face down to your puffy lips and brings his thumb to press against your clit. You jerk at the feeling but he doesn’t even try to move it, leaving you with just a little bit of pressure. 

“H-Hurry up, Soshiro!” You demand but you know you’re in no place to rush him. You know it, he knows it. But then you hear him click his tongue before he licks a stripe up to your clit. He stops you from moving with one hand pressing your waist down onto the wood of his desk. 

“Don’t rush me.” He says, glaring at you from his spot. His tone was cold but it contrasted to how he smoothed down his hands on your thighs, coaxing you to relax. The two of you had built up tension up to this point but he’d be damned if he hurt you even a little. Even if he was being a little bit of a jerk. 

You’re impatience mellows just enough for you to nod and watch as he slips a finger into you. Mewling, you reach down and grab at his hair when he immediately finds that spongy spot in you with practiced ease, adding another digit. He doesn’t give you the time to recover when he’s ruthlessly bullying them into you. 

“That’s it, good.” Your whines of his name fill his ears and Hoshina’s can’t help but feel pride. Only he was the one who could do this to you and the only one you would expose yourself to in such a vulnerable state. 

You’re so, so close to cumming now and he can feel it in the way you tighten so nicely. He adds his third finger as more wetness seeps out of you and you lose it, throwing you head back as you cum and right then does he decide to plunge his tongue in, collecting your release into his mouth. He savors the taste and while you try to pull his head back with both hands in his hair, he doesn’t relent and he helps you ride out your first high. 

“Stop ‘shiro, too much!” Hoshina hums, enjoys the sting to his head from your pulling and relishes how your moans taper off when you start to come down. He gives you a few moments, rising up from his position to kiss you and allow you to taste yourself on his lips. It feels so dirty but you can’t get enough of him. 

Hoshina pulls back and smirks, your face morphing to that of concern as to what he was going to do next. Arms come around your body and you’re flipped around on his desk, bent over with your chest pressed to the hard surface and legs spread apart. One of his hands comes down to rub against your core, spreading your release around. Sighing, he watches as he feels his pants tighten. 

You stiffen at the sound of his belt coming off. “Oh? Ya like the sound of that?” He runs the leather against your ass and lightly taps it at the skin, admiring how you jolt. “Naughty girl. I’ll make sure to keep that for next time.” He throws the article to the side with a clang to the shelf while pulling his cock out. 

Even if you’re not seeing it at the moment, Hoshina has always been well endowed. The familiarity of him comes rushing back when he presses the tip to your awaiting hole and you automatically press against him, only held back by the sudden appearance of his hands gripping at your waist. He’s definitely going to leave some marks. 

Now your impatience has caught up. He was being nice only making you cum once, but it wasn’t enough for him to just go at his pace. You needed more. But it could cost a bit. 

“Fucking hell,” you start, trying your best not to shake when he continues spreading more of your come with his cock this time. He raises a brow at your sudden comment, though he doesn’t say anything, “you gonna fuck me or what?” 

Was that a mistake?

It sure didn’t feel like it when he rams into you without warning. You choke on your oncoming words and lose your thoughts as he hits that spot inside you so quickly. He’s relentless in his pace; you don’t feel like you’re breathing. 

“Bein’ a brat now, huh? How’s that goin’ with you gone on my cock?” He spit out, bringing his mouth to your ear as he grabs your face. “Can’t even think straight?” It’s embarassing how he could make you pliant like this. You were a Commander–a position of high authority but this man was breaking all of that down. 

And you loved it. 

“Answer me, sweetheart.” Hoshina’s fucked you too many times for you to know he won’t let you come again without a response. You can’t speak, words coming out in hybrids of jumbled moans and whines, so all you can do is nod and nod. “Who’s makin’ ya lose your mind? Who’s cock is makin’ ya feel so good?”

“You! Y-you Soshiro!” Your answer satisfies him as he knows he’s not too far off from his own release. He picks up his pace, hips slamming against you. Luckily, the desk is bolted onto the floor but your sounds were too loud anyway. 

Hoshina watches as you fall apart beneath him, letting go of your face to bring his hand back to your hips as he chases his own high. You’re shaking again at the feeling of his cum shooting inside you but the warmth brings some sort of comfort, especially when his previously round hands massages the area they had an iron grip on. 

“You’re mine, right?” You immediately confirm with a hum and he smiles at you, giving you a moment to catch your breath while leaning down to pepper soft kisses on your back and nape. In your haze, you know there’s something else behind his words. That would wait until morning.

He whispers sweet nothings against your skin and leaves affirmations in their wake. He moves you again, careful to not separate himself from you too abruptly as he knows how you prefer keeping him inside for a bit longer.

Laying you down, he cages you in his arms with his hands underneath your head to cushion it. Your eyes are a bit unfocused, but he stays watching you till you blink up at him, finally looking into his eyes. 

“Are ya okay, sweetheart?” You nod but he shakes his head. “I needa hear ya say it.”

“Yeah. ‘M okay, ‘shiro.” 

“Good.” He kisses your temple, your cheek, and finally your lips to distract you from him pulling out. He knows you’d be pissed in the morning if you were left a mess after all so he wants to get started on cleaning you up. “Such a good girl f’me.”

©inzaynety 2024

[oikasugayama]

YOU CATCH HIM M@STURBAT!NG pt. 5

MDNI, this is a NSFW series for adults

pt 1. Fyodor, Poe, Chuuya | pt. 2 Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Dazai | pt. 3 Ranpo, Akutagwa, Ango | pt. 4 Sigma, Mori, Tetcho | pt. 5 (Finale) Atsushi, Nikolai

Atsushi

such a sweet boy... he's so down bad for you.

it's very obvious to everyone, including yourself, that he has a crush on you. he blushes every time you come in the room, he greets you overly-politely and always offers to run errands for you while he's out, and when you have to go on missions he makes sure to tell you good luck and he hopes you come back safely. he stares at you when you're working, eventually gathering the courage to tell you that he thinks you're very pretty, and he even admits that he likes you when ranpo and dazai threaten to tell you.

he tells you no pressure, don't worry about saying anything back, he doesn't intend on asking you out or anything because you're too good for him... but you surprise him and say you'd like to get to know him better as friends and maybe eventually you could go on a date.

he's over the moon!!!!!!!! and so you start spending time together outside of work, which was never an issue until you accidentally fall asleep at his place one evening.

you wake up on the couch and atsushi is nowhere to be seen. you rub the sleep out of your eyes, get up, and shuffle to the bathroom because you really have to peeee

and before you open the bathroom door, you turn your head to look at the source of a noise and see into atsushi's bedroom. he's sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes are screwed tightly shut, and he's rubbing his cock quickly. you're in awe, unbelieving that you've caught him doing this while you're visiting, and with his bedroom door open.

and then something shocks you more.

he cums, using his free hand to catch his mess, and you hear a very whiny, shaky moans of your name come out of his mouth.

you gasp, and his eyes snap open, his head turning to you.

"oh shit-- [y/n] i-- i'm so sorry, please dont--"

you run into the bathroom, locking yourself in. you have to gather yourself for a good couple of minutes before you can act normally again.

he knocks softly on the door, and you don't answer. he knocks again.. and again... he calls for you, and finally you open the door as he's about to knock another time.

his face is beet red, his eyes full of guilt. he tells you he's sorry, something came over him and he just couldn't help himself. he wasn't trying to being gross or weird and he's so so so so so so sorry

he's very surprised when you shrug and say you've thought about him while masturbating too.

Nikolai

you think you have the wrong hotel room when you open the door to find a white-haired man spread out on your bed completely in the nude, but then you notice a pair of your panties in his hand, wrapped around his hard cock

"i'm calling security"

"no need," he sighs happily. "i'm sure you'll find they're all on my side."

you try to call his bluff, but he's surprisingly fast and he springs out of bed, grabbing you and closing the door before you can get away.

"i've been waiting for you for so long! you can't go away yet!" he crowds you against the door, locking you in with his body

"it's you... you're the one who's been following me through town."

"you're just so beautiful," he says, trailing a finger down your cheek. "I had to have you to myself."

"who are you?" you ask with a shaking voice.

"i'm Nikolai, and i'm your man for the evening. once i've had my fun i'll leave, but i have a feeling you'll want me to come back" ;)

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for dating Wally West

Wally West x reader

warnings:

a/n: i was debating whether or not y/n is on the team or not n for this im going for y/n being a regular civilian but now im debating making dating hcs for a hero too 🤭

prompt: anonymous: “But if you're still taking requests (and speaking of fast haha), I would absolutely love if you could do a lil' something about Wally West ♡. I love that track star to bits and we're entering my favorite season ever : spooky season (or autumn for people who aren't chronically online like me). So if you'd be tempted to write some fluff/domestic stuff in autumn with Wally, I would be over the moon! 🦊”

wally is so annoying (in the best way!!)

you aren’t too used to the whole idea of dating a metahuman, every day is like an adventure

and for a speedster? you’d be surprised how hard it is for him to find the time

but he makes time

*doorbell rings*

“you’re twenty minutes late” -you

“in flash-time that’s early” -wally, holding a half-eaten box of chocolates “i got a little hungry”

on his “days off,” you could usually find the two of you on the couch with a variety of snacks scattered across the coffee table and crumbs peppering the cushions and floor

“the dog will get them” -wally

“hate to break it to you, but i don’t have a dog” -you

“should i get you a dog?” -wally

he was always so goofy

and affectionate, very affectionate!

he loved to give you cheek and forehead kisses, so many so fast

“how many was that?” -you after noticing repeated pressure on your cheeks

“going on a hundred. i’m trying to beat my record!” -wally

it always ended up tickling and you’d laugh until you fell over

“wally!! wally, come on!!” -you

you’d always get bummed whenever he got called for a mission

especially because it always happened in the middle of something (dinner, a movie, study date, etc.)

then when he came home he’d be a wreck and then you’d be a wreck because you’d see him like that

then he’d have to calm you down and you’d have to help him feel better

“you dont have to do that, im fine! i swear!” -wally while you panic and try to take care of him

being invited to the cave!

meeting the team!

“just because youre meeting a half-kryptonian clone, a martian, an atlantean, some girl with a bow and arrow, and batman’s sidekick doesn’t mean you get to think any of them are cooler than me, kapeesh?” -wally

“oh yes, i know you’re the coolest” -you

the team loves you!!!

“wow, wally, thanks for proving your s/o isn’t imaginary” -artemis

“youre welcome” -wally

“do you want to come bake with me?!” -m’gaan

“please say yes, y/n. i’m so hungry. so so hungry” -wally

“let’s do it!” -you

starting to camp out at the cave while wally is on missions

also once some more dangerous people figured out wally’s identity, you got your own access code to the cave. EMERGENCIES ONLY

you used it to surprise wally once and got a stern talking to from batman. never again

you dont really spend too much time with the team, but you get invited to most of their friendly outings!

and you talk up a storm with the others trying to learn about their lives, which sometimes makes wally a liiiittle jealous

but you want to live vicariously through these interesting people bc ur life is a liiiittle boring

“can you tell me what atlantis is like? what it feels like to be underwater and how your fighting style differs on land?” “what’s your favorite dish to make on mars? do you like communicating this way or the telepathic way more?” “why do you always wear sunglasses, man?” (you know this one dick is like wally’s bestie) -all you

seeing wally less than usual when things start to heat up in his hero life :(

causes some strain and you get so so sad :(

but he always calls you when he can and tries to make up for it

and somewhere down the road when he retires you’re able to spend all your time with him and he makes up for lost time like he promised

ok i’ll stop there. happily ever after.

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[fartcloudfartcloud]

What about Logan meeting a reader with more dominance than him? Like what would he do, what would he want to do to them?

*giggles and wrings hands together* You've found my achilles heel mr.69

i dont know if this is what you wanted but im using this as my excuse to write FREAKY SUBMISSIVE LOGAN PORN!!!

warnings: Edging, Logan being mean and then begging on his knees a second later, i do say reader is "5 foot whatever" but if that doesnt apply just ignore it lmao, I do describe him as almost crying every now and then so if that turns u off this might be a skip

This is short (1.5k) but I love submissive men so do NOT be afraid to lmk if you want more :)

Personally, I was raised by a woman way too strong headed to ever be the stereotype of submission, and I'm sure a lot of you share the same sentiment in some way or another. I was always told to never let a man tell me what to do, and I can picture a reader being the exact same way. 

Not mean, not bullheaded or rude, but strong. Tough. Logan had expected to blow through you like he had the rest of his team (or at least how he thought he did, though he was a lot tougher in his head than in action). But when he stood up to you, all 5 foot whatever of you, it felt like you were standing eye to eye.  

You did exactly as you were taught, chin up and shoulders back as you spoke with confidence, and it easily had you slipping into positions of power in the mansion with ease. He admired you from afar for a while, watched as you seamlessly commanded a room, effortlessly organizing missions and handling insubordinate children like it was nothing.  

Logan couldn't describe where the attraction came from. Originally, he thought it was his manly man urges to take a dominant woman and make her pine for him, but you and I both know that's not why you got him going. 

If you were to ask him right now in his current scenario, he wouldn't be able to tell you which was his favorite part. Not sure if it's you under him in between his knees, looking up and fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him like has something to behold; or if it's your firm grip around his cock, effortlessly bringing him so close to the edge before you manhandle him back down to earth. 

It had only been once so far, but you had gotten him bad. Your hands all sloppy and wet working up and down his length with vigor, your filthy loudmouth a never-ending record of come on baby, let me see it, let go for me. 

All that build up, just for you to -right as he whimpers out a breathless "going to fucking cum"- halt all action and grip your flingers tightly around his base. 

It ripped a deep growl from his chest, the feeling almost painful as his finish line is so rudely ripped from him.  

He should've known, he knows you too well too have assumed he could get you all pretty on your knees without some anterior motive.  

"You want something?" You ask him innocently, that stupid pretty smile still spread across your face. He grinds his teeth as the pressure in his stomach slowly simmers down, not enough air in his lungs to formulate a response.  

You slowly start stroking him again, an agonizing pace that has his cock flushed a deep red and practically throbbing in your hand. The sound is pornographic and it's all too much for him. 

He's whining now, head thrown back and noises getting increasingly high pitched as you keep his release just barely out of his reach. If he could focus enough to use his ears, he’d hear you laughing at him. 

He so rudely tries to interrupt you, tries to bring his own hands down to just get himself there, but you wouldn't allow it. You'd make him sit on his hands if you had to, and when you grabbed each wrist and planted them next to his thighs and told him to "stay," he knew better than to disobey. 

"Gotta ask for the things you want, Wolvie." You remind him. It's just basic manners, really, frankly he should be thanking you for still touching him after being so rude.  

"Don't gotta ask for shit," He spits out through clenched teeth. 

See, that was Logans problem. He had too much fucking pride, needed someone to teach him a lesson. Guess today he needs it to be you. 

"Mm you're right, Logan," you've got a smile on your face as you speak that Logan can't read. Either way, he's scared. 

None of it matters though as your hand picks up speed and pressure, resuming your prior ministrations as your fingers suddenly massage every spot with precision. His breath is gone as his head hangs limp on his shoulders, his fingers gripping the comforter like it would save him from your attack.  

"You don't gotta do shit," You're talking but he's not listening. It's all too good, he's being hurdled towards his orgasm faster than ever, he couldn't hear your jests even if he wanted to over the pressure in his ears. He’s gonna cum, he's so fucking close, and your hands feel so fucking good so perfect and it's all so much and- 

"But neither do I," and just like that you're off him. Not like before, this time you stand up and physically take a step back from him, watching his form head to toe as he's forced to cope with his second lost orgasm. 

The groan he lets out is primal, you expect to see him start ripping the pillows and sheets with how his writhing on your bed. He’s on his back twitching, practically crying from the ache pulsing through the center of his body. It hurts, he's so desperate it physically hurts, his hips rutting into the air in search of anything. 

He has no sense anymore, no control over any of his limbs as he falls to the floor and crawls to you, the only thing he can make out in his fogged-up mind is need.  

"Please baby," He begs mindlessly, "You're so fucking mean to me," He's kissing your thighs and pulling at your hands, buttering you up and wallowing in any contact you'll give him.  

Neither of you know how it happened, know at what point in the night he broke and became a whimpering messy puppy, but God did it feel good to watch, to see him yearn for you so desperately. 

His eyes are teary eyed and hazy as he speaks, "I'll do anything princess I'm sorry," He kisses you palm and knuckles and up your wrists, "Please baby I'm sorry I'm sorry just fucking-" His hips involuntarily grind down, his thighs twitching and his hard cock bobbing between his legs. "Please touch me baby I can't fucking take it,"  

He’s a mess, his cock is leaking all over his thighs and the floor, and his lips won't leave your body, lathing kisses anywhere he can, worshipping your body as you stand still and look down at him.  

"Why can't you just behave the first time?" You ask, wrapping your fingers in his hair and gently tugging his hair back, making him look at you as he speaks.  

"Was just playin baby," He kisses the wrist of the hand in his hair, "shouldn't have teased you baby I'm sorry, please baby please," his arms are wrapped around your thighs as he nuzzles into you. It's pathetic, and if anyone else ever saw him like this he's sure he could just explode on the spot.  

"Get back on the bed." You order, taking pleasure in the way he scrambles back to his spot, his legs spread for you and his hands pressed back into their spot next to his hips. He’s disheveled, his hair falling over his face and sticking to his forehead, a thin layer of sweat covering him head to toe. Youd keep him like this forever if you could. 

You decide to take mercy on him though, the sight of him on his knees begging like a dog more than enough to satisfy your cravings. Now, all you wanted was to do was so how pretty he looked once he actually finished for you. 

You find your spot between his legs again, looking up at him all pretty just like before. God you were going to ruin him. 

"Go on. Tell me what you want," you give him one last instruction before giving in. His breath is shaky, his words coming out in a whole different tone than before. He sounds small, on the brink of tears as he whimpers out one last desperate, "please," before you spit in your hand and wrap it back around his cock.  

Instantly he's gone. He doesn't even have the energy to moan or cry, he's just paralyzed. His eyes roll back and his hand clamps over his mouth, no air left in his lungs as the most mind-numbing wave of pleasure works up from his core. He wasn't even cumming yet and it already was making him shake. 

He should've just trusted you, should've known that you'd make him feel so fucking good if he just listened. Never again, he'll never say no to you ever again. 

By the time his orgasm actually hit him, he's laid out flat on his back on the mattress, his mouth dropped open, and his eyes squeezed shut. Both his hands are wrapped in the sheets, stuck in place by his claws that slowly inch out with every rope of cum that comes from him. There's no sound until it's all out of him, your hands not stopping till he's whining and pushing you away from him. 

You watch as he recovers, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he desperately tries to get air back into his lungs, aftershocks still tumbling through him. His eyes flutter back open, not enough energy to focus on anything else though as his claws start sheathing back into his knuckles.  

He sits up as you return from the bathroom with a washcloth, gently cleaning off his stomach and anything that was coated in a thin layer of his finish. He’s sensitive, hissing and gasping as you gently clean his slowly softening length and thighs.  

Once all evidence is taken care of, you look up at him with soft eyes. He looks so amazing like this, his eyes can't focus on anything while his lips slowly pull into a big dopey grin. You let him take you in for a moment, just staying like this with him till he has the strength to speak.  

"Jesus Christ," Is all he says before he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before falling back onto the bed.  

"Are you going to make it?" You tease, cuddling up under his arm where he lay and resting your head on his bicep.  

"I don't think so," He giggles, enough oxygen in his system now, enough strength in him to wrap himself around you and kiss your head. "You were a lot closer to killing me then you think,"  

You giggle and smack his chest, "keep being mean like that and next time I actually will,"