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C*M RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE â
â sum. whatâs bed chem? where they like to finish inside, when you both arrive at the same time, and the thermostatâs set at six-nine. toji, nanami, choso, gojo, sukuna.
warnings. fem! reader, established relationships, unprotected, premature ejac, lots of cĂşmplay, Ĺral (m! receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstim, impact play, squĂrting, bĹob job, manhandling, size kink, spĂt, brÄeding kink.
â NANAMI KENTO - TUMMY.
nanami was a gentlemanâhe didnât mind filling you up, but heâd rather prefer to paint your tummy instead. heâd always have you in missionary too, giving you deep passionate strokes whilst heâs buried nose deep near the crook of your neck. âsweetheart, youâre doinâ so good,â he softly rasps as blond tresses of hair glue against his perspiring skin. with just how close he wasâyou feel his husky pants ghost against your skin, nearly tasting his loud rosemary cologne scent. âmmh, missed you all day at work. had a boner in my meeting ân everything.â
ây- yeah?â you pant right with him, weak arms wrapping around his broad narrow shoulders. nanamiâs so slow that itâs almost painful, trying to make every thrust count. youâre slathering his entire cock with nothing but your slippery slick, hearing the weeping sloshes purr from beneath your folds. he was hitting you good, and the back of your ankles find themselves running down his chiseled back. with a sheepish smileâyou meet his mahogany-eyed gaze, moaning put sweet nothings. âyou werenât thinkinâ about me in your meeting, were you âken?â
âah,â he grunts, âyou know i was, sweetheart,â and heâs staring at you with the most warmest expression. his soft fawn eyes linger on you the entire time and he brings a tender kiss near the twitching corner of your mouth. âall i think about is you,â he kisses near underneath your chin. âonly you,â and you moan once he sneaks a hand down between your sprawled open thighs, giving your stuffed pussy a loving pat. âand of course her.â
nanamiâs pace slowly accelerated as he movedâ you canât help but drag your nails down his back, clinging onto him for dear life. âfuck,â your head falls back against the cushioned pillow thatâs laid directly behind you. his hips, they were delicious.
nanami pounds into you in such a romantic way, and yet his thrusts were far more crude. he knew how to fuck, and he knew how to hit all the right spots to make you gasp. âkento, ohmygod,â youâd whine out his name constantly in sweet repeated syllables. âfaster, âs okay, fuck me. fuck m- me.â
âsuch a naughty mouth my wife has,â he whispers, and his voice pitchesâgrowing a bit raspy. heâs driving fat inches into you, jaggedly crashing his hips into you again and again. you moan, feeling strands of his hair tickle against your forehead. âoughta clean it,â his voice goes even lower, and the bass that lives on his tone makes you throb. he feels itâyour spongy insides desperately convulsing around him. nanami cups your chin, pressing a wet chaste kiss against your lips. âfaster, hm? âs that what you want, my love?â
as your eyes start to flicker back, rolling toward the very depths of your craniumâyou whimper, babbling out pathetic whiny cries by this point. ây- yes, faster please âken. need it, fuck me.â
his body sticks against yours practically - skin against skin, and heâs attached to you like velcro.
your cuntâs soaking him fully and it makes him bite the inside of his hollow cheek. nanami reaches onto the wooden-made headboard with a single burly arm, and you moan at the sight of his bulging muscles flexing from his grasp. âi see you checking me out, honey,â he chuckles, his hips bucking even quicker. you whimper once his cock kisses up against your clit. it scratches such a carnal itch in your brain that makes your thighs almost collapse. fuck, he found the spot, he found that spot and now you were sure your brain was short-circuiting. fuzziness coils at your brain before you cutely try to paw your hands at his arms. âgo âhead. feel me up, sweetheart. these muscles belong all to you.â
as your hands feel against his brick hard muscles, nanamiâs blond brows contort into a furrow once he feels a sudden familiar strain. âoh, god,â and you feel this pace gradually slow down. he bites his lip, still holding onto the headboard while another hand grips your waist. âhoney, youâre gonna make a mess out of me again, fuck.â
nanami rarely swearsâbut when he does, it makes you throb. he tries not to, but whenever heâs stuffed deep inside of your cunt, he canât help it. youâre clinging onto him with your pretty thighs wrapped around his slim waist. âcum, âken.â you moan, flimsy arms wrapping around his tense shoulders. nanamiâs weight hovers over you completely, and he feels your finger twirl against his faint blond chest hair. he huskily groans, giving you those last final deep strokes before shooting complete blanks.
with quickness, nanami pulls his cock outâ and he sprays globs of satiny ribbons right on your bare tummy. he groans as his pink lips purse together and heâs shaking. your pussyâs so soaked, and he only imagined what would happen if he came inside. the thought purged his mindâflooding his thoughts, and he takes a few seconds before collapsing right on your chest.
âare you alright?â he pants, resting his chin between your breasts. for a faint moment, you see him pouting and you kiss his forehead. a sheepish grin spreads against his lips before you feel him softly pressing down on your tummy. âi wasnât too harsh, was i?â
âagain, kento,â you playfully coo, and heâs taken by surprise once you suddenly get up, lightly shoving him on his back. landing with a quiet âoof,â nanami falls back against the bed with a timid look in his eyes, allowing you to straddle his lap. âthis time, inside though.â
âyes maâam,â he replies in a cheeky tone, still sweating as he brings his broad bare hands toward your waist. âletâs see if you can handle me, sweetheart,â and you moan once he abruptly spanks your ass, leaning in to whisper against your ear. âyour move.â
â CHOSO KAMO - TITS.
âget on your knees,â choso mumbles, remembering you wanted him to be a bit more rough whenever it came to intimate activities. heâs got the biggest pout though as heâs stroking himself awkwardly, a pout twisting against his pink lips. ââŚplease,â he murmurs quietly, watching as you got down on your knees, reaching an arm behind you to unclasp your bra. chosoâs already panting as he gawks, swollen round thumb grazing up against his veiny bulging cock. âgood girl, good.â
âyou remember what to do next, baby?â you sweetly hum, cupping each of your springy tits. god, you looked so pretty. choso loved finishing on your chest. after you demonstrated to him what a âboob jobâ was, he became obsessed. sure, he liked finishing inside too but he always preferred thisâspraying creamy ropes near your breasts, and his favorite part was to always shove his cock in between them.
you taught him a lot, and maybe he was far dirtier than you expected.
with a nod, he continues to pump his cock into his hand before groaning out a, âmhm,â and he kisses his teeth. already, he was close. you drove him crazy - you and him both knew that, and it makes him get harder at realizing how big of a mess heâs about to make - on you.
chosoâs cock was so pretty â itâs long, and stands tall right before your eyes. your eyes rove at how itâs got a slight left lazy curve due to how heavy it was, as well as having a prodding vein running down the middle of his shaft. you canât help but lean in, lapping your tongue against the vein as you bounce your doughy twin mounds with the palm of your hands. âf- fuck, baby youâre teasinâ me,â he moans, a hand of his grabbing onto the top of your head. dewy eyes of yours slowly glance up at him and you hum, licking a long playful stripe right down from his swollen tip until you reach his shaven base. âah, you donât wanna wait, do you? should i justââ
âgo âhead, âcho,â you coo, twiddling your thumbs against the sensitive nubs of your nipples. doing so, you make yourself twitch between your legs and you moan, giving his achy tip a quick kiss.
âo- okay,â he swallows thickly, and his breaths become more and more shallow. chosoâs abs tighten and clench and you watch how a single drop of sweat races down the very center. heâs got the prettiest expressions. his lip quivers before he gnaws on it, letting off a soft whine at the tightening pressure thatâs arising against his cock. âbaby, tell me if itâs too much,â he mumbles with pouty lips, and thatâs when he aligns his shaft in between your jiggling breasts. a perfect fit, he moans immediately once you sit up with a teasing smile, circling your tits around repeatedly. âfuck, keep doinâ that. touch yourself, uh huh.â
as your hands cling onto your plump breasts, heâs slowly thrusting his dick in between your tits. you feel that same prodding vein that runs against his shaft against your skin and you sigh. âcum, choso. give it tâ me.â you softly utter, never breaking eye contact. choso practically had heart eyes â only you could talk to him like that and make him entirely weak. he lets off a sweet elongated moan, watching with saucer-wide eyes as his hardened dickâs gradually disappearing in between the valley of your breasts.
ângh, âm cumming,â he groans in a low voice, inhaling his final sharp breath. as chosoâs nostrils flare up, itâs only then that he abruptly cums on your chest, painting the upper part of your frame with his creamy white color. âmmh, shit,â his head tosses back, and his dick finally grows flaccid. chosoâs soft now, and his tipâs still the same rosy white, streams and streams of speedily dribbling from the sides. heâs huffing as a bit of it plops on your cheek and you swipe a thumb against it, lapping it right up. âbaby, youâre s- so dirty.â
âfor you,â you reply in a honeyed tone, leaning in more to slowly swirl your tongue around his throbbing crowned tip. foaming minuscule bubbles ooze from the reddened head of his cock and he groans, still feeling the euphoric after effects of his body. the sensitivity of it all feels good, and it leaves an unforgettable sweet taste in his mouth. youâre still on your knees and as heâs coated the entire parts of your tits with spurts of hot dripping cum. you lick your lips, giving his tip one more kiss. âyou did so good, baby. good boy.â
with his dick still in hand, his eyes widen at your praise and itâs so cuteâheâs got literal heart eyes forming before his pout returns.
â⌠say that again,â he gruffs, a thumb delicately smearing against your glossed lips. you were covered in his mess, and he only wanted to do it more. âplease, say that again.â
with a sheepish smile, you hum. âgood boy?â
âmm,â he moans from just your words, and you gasp once he suddenly lifts you up. chosoâs panting, and you realize heâs leading you toward the bedroom. âi- i need to show you just how much of a âgood boyâ i can be. h-heh.â
â TOJI FUSHIGURO - INSIDE.
âfuuckk, dunno whoâs the bigger slut right now, baby girl. you or these. damn. hips.â toji groans, enunciating each virile thrust.
raven shaggy strands block his semi-blurred eyesight as his own sculptured hips continue to punctuate each hit against your very core. youâre moaning until the cords in your throat goes strainedâheâs got you laid flat on the bed. ass up, face down.
his favorite, toji loved his doggystyle.
not only did he love it though, he was fucking mean. each jackhammering clap of his hips sends you whiplash as multiple breaths snatch out from your throat. âyeaaahhh, take it. fuckinâ take it. move that ass against me, donât be lazy,â he grunts, verdant eyes peering at the doughy globes of your rear jerk and toss back against him. with a swatting hand going towards your left ass cheek, he grabs your hip with another. âoh, câmon. you can move quicker than that big girl. thought you could take me.â
âhngh, i can,â you mewl out, hearing your own cunt retaliate against his teasing. heâs buried so deep that the crown of his cockâs just sloppily making out with your cervix. so big, the crooked stretch of his dick always makes you drool, aching for more within each pivotal stroke. you feel a scarred thumb of his caress down the juncture of your jittery waist as your cheek smushes up against your pillow. âtoji, youâre jusâ fuckinâ big.â
âwatch that mouth,â he swats a palm against your ass again, making you moan. the bed beneath you both wails out a plethora of groans, sounding as if it the headboard was about to shatter into a million pieces. the cocky authority in his low deep voice makes your cunt twitch â and oh, does he feel it. âcute, strugglinâ âta take me ân yet your pussyâs tellinâ me something else,â and once he leans further in, his chest brushing up against your back, heâs even deeper. tojiâs swollen fat crown massages through your walls and you whimper, feeling his hand softly wrap around your throat. âyouâre soaking me, you know that? ân you said you werenât even that wet, liar. .â
your eyes gradually droop once he creeps his hand up toward your face, popping two fingers into your mouth. âput that bratty fuckinâ mouth to use,â a husky voice whispers against the shell of your ear. you happily take his two digits, swirling your tongue around the thickness of them both whilst heâs still ruthlessly pounding you. your ass sticks up in the air and he groans, continuing to hump his hips achingly against your backside. âfuck, good girl. get my fingers wet. gonna shove âem right in this sloppy pussy later,â and he hears you let off a sweet needy coo. spanking your cunt with his free hand, he licks near your neck. âoh? youâd like that, huh doll?â
shamelessly, you nod at his words and he darkly chuckles. cute, even with your throat being stuffed with his fingers. and youâre nothing but a mess too. strings of spit drizzle down the inner crevices of your mouth as your tongue curls around his fingers. âshit, yâer gonna make me cum,â his breath grows shaky, and he hears your pussy starting to whine out airy moans of itself. gummy flesh sticks against each other from each thrust and itâs hard. both gripping mounds of skin clash amongst each other at full force and the impact rings through your ears. toji groans, feeling his full base starting to tighten and his jaw clenches. âgotta make this tummy plump again, just ⌠gotta,â and his hips dramatically buck, plummeting every length inch inside of your sopping sweet cunt. âf- fuck!â
toji gets humbled by his own release before he cumsâand he groans. that final merciless shimmy of his hips rigidly sealing the deal. within seconds, heâs cummingâemitting out masses of thick slimy ropes that quickly sprays the inner lining of your pussy. your mouthâs still full of his fingers and your lashes flap, eyelids becoming insignificantly heavy. you weakly grind your hips back on him and tojiâs loudly grunting. âgod, i need .. a minute,â and a drop of sweat races down his sculpted v-line. a hand combs through his shaggy unkempt hair as heâs still pumping you with such salacious virility. âugh. gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. swollen all u-up,â and his voice falters once his cock finally finishes itâs sloppy spurts.
you felt warm, a few remnants of cum tear and ooze down the undersides of your thighsâhe came that much, and you only wanted more. whenever toji came inside, heâd always think about making your tummy round ân plump again.
ât- tojiii,â you whine, his fingers popping out of your mouth. he slowly scissors his fingers together, glancing at the glistening trail of saliva youâve gifted his digits before he gradually pulls his cock out. your thighs were sprawled open and you could just feel his dangerous eyes bore into your back. âfuck, âm full.â
âgood,â he rasps, smearing a fat thumb down your drooling clit. velvety ropes of cumâglobs of it leak out from your folds and youâre just stupidly smothered into the pillows - fucked entirely stupid. tojiâs chest heaves in and out before he brings his thumb up to his scarred lips, getting a taste for himself. âhn. not bad. now roll that ass over, baby. âm not done givinâ you a good fill.â
�� SUKUNA RYĹMEN - ASS.
sukuna rarely pulls out but when he does, he likes to finish on your ass.
he loves more than anything to spank you until youâre whining from the swatting stings, constantly moaning out his name until your voice wears itself thin.
âyour pussyâs always so weak,â he snarls, submissively having you on all fours. his chambers were quiet - minus the loud smacks of bodies clapping against each other every few thrusts.
his hips were maddenedâheâs got you face down, fat cheek shoved into the silky made sheets with your tongue lolled out of your mouth. â âs a shame, thought i trained it well,â the demon tsks, and your tummy curls once you feel his turgid tip swivel around your spongy insides. riiiight there, he hits every spot, feeling you slather all nth inches of his dick with your honeyed slick.
crimson red eyes peer at how well his dick continues to disappear within your wallsâover and over, youâre gripping down on him like a vice and it makes him hiss. âthere we go. thereâs that pathetic squeeze,â and you moan, feeling him reach down to maneuver evil circles against your cunt. so sensitive, you writhe back against his hips and his forked tongue licks against the inside of your neck. âaw, someoneâs pussy needed some lovinâ too, huh,â and as his warm breath ghosts against your skin, his thrusts grow sloppier. you shudder, feeling beads of sweat race down the cracked valley of your ass.
âsukuââ
âquiet, woman,â he shushes you, a sharp nail softly grazing down your skin. you moan, taking in every lengthy inch until your toes curled. sukunaâs hips were just downright brutalâyou were gasping as he moved, his pace growing completely crazed and relentless. you could barely keep up, and although heâd never say it aloud because his pride wouldnât let him, he found it adorable. as his hands continue to toy against your stuffed squelching cunt, he groans against your ear. âhear that?â he purrs against your skin, each saturated slosh getting louder than the next, a wolffish grin curls against his lips. âyou wait your turn to speak, right now itâs hers.â
your eyes were already starting to roll back, heâs hitting you deep, and that crooked curve of his cock makes you salivate everytime. âo- ooh,â youâd whimper out, feeling the fabric of his kimono tickle against your skin from each swift movement he makes. his angry tip smacks against your clit and itâs just so rude - hitting and slapping away repeatedly until your brainâs complete mush. he was right though - you were incredibly wet. your pussy was more of a crybaby than you were. the sloshing sounds pour out from your cunt bounce off the regal walls of his royal chambers and thatâs when you shriek. â âm gonna cum, gonna cum âkunaâfuck.â
âthought i told ya to keep quiet, princess,â bruising your pulsating clit continuously until youâre seeing nothing but stars. your vision glimmers, and you can see the entire galaxy, all from his deep, deep thrusts. âbut, fine,â and the curse groans, knowing he was reaching his monumental high too. sukunaâs giving you his all, his pace was insanity, insaneâjust like he was.
his skin glues against yours after each hard ferocious thrust, sharp smacks swatting against your skin. âfuck, better take it,â and you moan once he spanks your ass again. âi didnât tell you to stop arching, little girl. keep up.â
you moan, his swollen fat ridge of his cock continuing to drag in and out of your dripping cunt, screaming out cute squelching âpopâs until youâve just about had it. here it comes, you prepare a long breath before you end up squirting right down on his cock. youâre squeezing around him tightly, clamping against him and he grunts before shortly following your lead. sukunaâs hips get sloppy, and by this point heâs just humping you from behind.
âk- kuna, fuck,â you whimper, growing quiet once clods of frothy white cum start to bubble down the sides of his thick shaft. veins prod from each sides as heâs filling you up, and itâs so much. youâre salivating, feeling his hands claw up and down your body â a wordless indication that youâre his and his alone. both of you groan in unison and as you finish gushing out on him, sukuna grunts.
âgood,â he murmurs, glancing down at the translucent ring that starts to form around his full base. youâre sopping wet, so much that itâs almost pathetic. even more now that heâs gave you his cum, and sukuna watched as you bawl your empty hands into the ivory colored sheets, making a cute attempt at trying to crawl away.
ârunninâ away so soon? get back here,â he purrs, and you moan once he drags you back with his hips, a low chuckle leaving from his lips. sukuna licks down your spine before a wide thumb smears against your cunt. your folds still ooze with sultry cum before he playfully bites against your neck. âyouâre still weak. pussy needs more training,â and you gasp once he leans further in, pulling your hips back down once you tried to sit up.
ânow, arch girl.â
â GOJO SATORU - MOUTH.
whenever you go down on satoru, heâs just so pretty.
leave it to him to always make the most sluttiest facial expressions, while moaning out even sluttier moans. his long, slender fingers grip against your hair, tugging at your scalp lightly as your head continues to bobble.
âoh, fuck. thatâs it baby. god, you ân that mouth,â he huffs, and you can hear his tone shake once you teasingly skim your tongue down the side of his cock. streams of saliva pour past the corners of your lips as heâs encouraging you to go faster and faster. thin snowy brows compress together and he even bites down on his bottom lip, flexing his perfectly chiseled muscles all because of you. satoruâs right thigh starts to bounce and he grunts, hearing the sloshing wet soundsâthe way you take him fully in your mouth. his flushed tip continues to thwack back against your uvula and he hears you moaning yourself, despite it being muffled. âmhm, use that tongue. donât be shy, wanna see you do that thing again, b- baby. spit on it.â
departing your lips from his dick, you take a second to breatheâsatoru watches with dilated pupils and needy eyes, cupping your chin. âgo on,â his bottom lip quivers, and although heâs trying to keep up his tough dominate act, heâs already pouting. you have a smug smile, positioning your spit-slick lips toward his crimson tip, before gathering up a nice amount of saliva. lustrous strings tug from your lips, landing on the head of his cock and he gruntsâyou go back to sucking him off again with a few croaking sounds leaving the back of your throat. his tipâs fat, his girth even fatter. it reaches all the way inside of your mouth, until your pretty cheeks were all puffed and full. âgod, youâre so fuckinâ nasty, baby,â he starts to whine, and he can feel himself getting close - too close. with low half lidded eyes, he watches as you use a hand to stroke up and down his length, sliding your tongue all around his twitching veins that print on his hardened cock.
satoruâs legs were about to collapseâhe felt it. thereâs a lump growing in the back of his throat as he watches you, sloppily thrusting his hips into your mouth. âtalk s- so much, all you needed was dick âta keep you fed, huh?â and even his dirty talkâs becoming whiny. you had him weak, heâs feeling himself tighten and he groans once your eyes meet his. youâre so smug, he hates it - but it secretly turns him on. your pace grows relentless. as he continues to have a big hand gripped on the back of your head, making you go even further downâhe lets off a gasping wheeze. âshit, âm gonna cum. ugh, gonna cum baby,â and as his breath starts to grow more shallow, he uses another hand to stroke your cheek. âc- can i fill up this mouth again, angel? pretty please?â
âmmph,â you nod, finding your own hand creeping down between your legs to touch yourself. you were soaked, briefly drooling from the crevices of your thighs with slick. satoruâs breath hitches before his weak pumps inside of your throat starts to get slower and slower.
the second he cumsâhe lets off a maddened growl. itâs cute, it shoots out in thick ropes that paint all over your tongue. it was a lot too, his poor swollen tipâs all red as youâre letting him fill your mouth with such bittersweet heaps of cum. he perfectly paints near the roof of your mouth too. satoruâs face twists as heâs dumping everything outâheâs got the cutest expression, but with the way heâs panting and moaning loudly, itâs even more lewd.
his brows furrow and heâs still trying to pump his flaccid dick into you, he wraps a hand around it before letting off a shivering groan. âthatâs a g- good girl,â he says through clenched teeth, slowly dragging his cock away from your lips. he loved seeing you like this, on your knees with your lips all swollen and plump. âhah, donât swallow yet baby. let âtoru get a good look first.â
as your knees bury into the soft minuscule fibers that make up the carpet floor, he cups a hand under your chin. your cheeks were still full and round, storing such amounts of his candied seed before he leans down. âsay ah,â he demands in a shaky tone, watching as you immediately pry open your mouth. satoru feels his dick twitch at the sight of how he poured so much down your throat, tiny velvety bubbles bubbling all around. âgood. . good girl,â and he finally tells you to swallow, ogling once you take in, savoring every bittersweet drop. a thumb briskly swipes against your damp lips slowly before he inhales a sharp breath, lowering himself to your head level. ânow gimme a kiss. donât be g- greedy, i want a taste too.â
once you lean in to kiss himâhe moans right inside your mouth, luxuriating in the taste of himself lingering on his tongue. satoru tastes minty, a coolly mint taste forevermore stays on his tastebuds. âfuck,â he groans between sloppy kisses, and you feel his hands slither around your waist. they go toward your ass, giving it a nice squeeze and hearing you cutely gasp. once your mouth opens just a bit more, he delves his long tongue down your throat. satoru keeps moaning in your mouth, and thatâs when you feel him starting to grind himself against you. his cock that now hangs was so soft, tears of dried cum pathetically leaking from the sides. with loud lips and teeth clashing amongst each other, he abruptly stands up again, wrapping a hand around his cock. ângh, tongue. stick it out again, baby.â
you do, lolling it out and he whispers out a âfuck,â once he sees your own drool streaming down your chin, landing on your tits. such a tease, satoru scoffs with a pout before bringing his achy cock up to your lips. âs- still hungry?â the white haired man asks with a quivering lip, smacking his tip against your tongue. you moan, the loud echoey slaps from his dick slapping on your tongue. you give him a nod and heâs got a sleazy grin, staring at your cute attempts to try and suck him off again. âheh, âcourse you are. such a cock drunk baby,â and with one more smack against your twitching tongue with his swollen tip, he starts to ease his way down your tight throat again. groaning, he huffs.
ân- now open niiiiice ân wide, baby. âm gonna give you that full, all you can eat, f- fuck.â
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âYeah, thatâs a lot better. Look at you, you got it,â the pretty redhead mutters, his hands still firmly on your hips as he spots your squat. âGive me one more, I know you can.â
The praise prompts you to draw in a deep breath that has nothing to do with your next squat; anyway, this gorgeous man, kind enough to help you with your form, believes in you. So you bend once more, squatting down, down, and pushing back upâuntil on your way back up, you feel your legs begin to buckle.
âWoah, woah.â Itâs sweet how concerned he sounds as his hands fly up to the bar and his feet nudge you forward to help you replace the weight on the rack, but his hips end up pressed to yours, and youâre gasping. âYou okay?â
Youâre fine, caged between him and the bar as he leans over your shoulder to glimpse your face thatâs flushed from exertion. Only exertion, surely, even though your ass is pressed firmly to his pelvis. He doesnât seem hard, but you can still feel it, and it feels big.
âYeah,â you breathe, moving to duck under the bar, but itâs low and youâre feeling a little dizzy, so you teeter backwards into him, and as his hands find your waist again. âYeah, Iâm about to be done anyway.â
âYou should really stretch after maxing out like that,â he suggests, turning you around. âDonât wanna be hurting, do you?â
But you can only look into his intense eyes and shake your head lightly before heâs easing you to the ground on your back, settling each of his knees over one of your thighs, and slotting his shoulder beneath your hamstring. He pushes forward, gently, slowly, looking to you for anything wrong; and there isnât.
Thereâs nothing wrong, except for the fact that you can feel his huge dick against your pussy through both of your shorts.
Itâs all you need to start moving blindly, reaching down for his waistband, pawing at his neck, mashing his lips to yours, and he doesnât hesitate to do it backâhe lets up on your leg only to slip your shorts off before your ankle is back over his shoulder and heâs grinding the head of his cock into your wetness.
âYou gonna let me in, baby?â he pants hotly, looking down at you squirming beneath him. âYeah, I know you willâyouâre strong, you can take it.â
His tip catches on your clit, and you gasp before heâs plunging into you, setting a brutal pace. âOh, fuck!â
âOh, fuck, yeah,â he groans. âSo fuckinâ tight.â
He hits the inside of you perfectly, his soft ginger hair falling loose from its low ponyâyou wish you knew his name so you could scream it, but you settle for moaning, panting, cussing, as he throws your other leg over his shoulder and drills into you on the gym mat. âš
âš OSAMU DAZAIâMY OLDER BROTHER ALMOST CAUGHT ME FUCKING HIS BEST FRIEND!
âShitâIâll be back, gonna go shower this off. Asshole.â
That was what your older brother, Chuuya, grumbled at Dazai before scurrying off to the bathroom. The three of you had just gotten back from getting ice cream, and Dazai had the brilliant idea of snatching Chuuyaâs cone from him and sticking it in his hair. Cursing ensued the entire walk home.
And Dazai popped the tail end of his cone in his mouth and grabbed for your wrists as soon as your brother was out of sight, which leads you to nowâin the living room, on the couch, bouncing furiously on his cock as he grunts.
âOsamuâbe quiet!â you plead with him, but youâre moaning, too.
His lips fall into a grin. âDonât worry, cutie, I can still hear the showerâfuck! Just keepâkeep doing that, you feel so fucking good.â
So you reinforce your grip on his shoulders and slam your hips down to meet his, over and over, drawing sinful sounds from both of your bodies as youâre separated by a single thin wall from your brotherâDazaiâs best friend, who would probably murder both of you if he found out you were fucking.
And then the water turns off. You muffle the choked cry you let out into Dazaiâs shoulder, so damn frustrated that you wonât get there, not before Chuuya comes backâbut Dazaiâs flipping you onto your back, grabbing you by your hips, pulling you into him with such fervor that you almost shout.
âNeed it, baby, I need to cum in this pussyââ
âOsamu!â
But even you canât tell if youâre egging him on or warning him to stopâwith no sound buffer and Chuuya undoubtedly coming back any minute, your body decides for you that you need it, too, you need to cum and you will, no matter how much your mind protests; your eyes flick nervously up to the hallway when theyâre not rolling back from how Dazaiâs rearranging your guts.
âHeâs gonna come backâunhâand youâre gonna sit here with my cum in you, and he wonât even fuckinâ know.â
Heâs digging his nails into your hips and ass, making you twitch, reaching down to rub your clit hard, and when you cum, clenching around him, he shoves his palm over your mouth and spills into you with a last few wet smacks.
Dazaiâs scrambling back into his pants as footsteps pad down the hall; he all but throws himself at the other end of the couch as you curl up, dressed but fucked silly, focused on not letting the evidence of what just happened gush out of you and leak onto the couch.
âFuck was that noise?â Chuuya mumbles, sauntering out as heâs tying his wet hair up.
âHm? I donât know, I didnât hear anything.â
When Chuuya turns toward the kitchen, Dazai tosses you a wink. Your face burns as you feel yourself leaking. âš
âš DOPPO KUNIKIDAâCOLLEGE HOTTIE SUCKS DICK FOR EXTRA CREDIT!
"You do realize I'm going to have to fail you," your professor informs you, looking into your eyes with a little regret. Truthfully, you've always been personable in class and shown promise as a student, and he's disappointed. Not in you, just in your poor academic performance during your final semester.
"There has to be something I can do to make up for it," you nearly plead, hands clasped together on the edge of his desk as you look to him with hope. You know you've been slacking, but you need this class to graduate.
"I don't knowâ" He sighs your name, clearly confliced. Your attendance record is less than impressive these days, and Kunikida's enforced a strict class participation policy throughout his years of teachingâas well as no extra creditâsomething he makes clear to all of his students in all of his classes, and you especially should know better after taking his classes for four years. "I don't know. Like what?" Maybe you can do a few credits in the summer and still walk at graduation, or pick up an internship. But he wants you to take the initiative and accountability.
He doesn't really know how to protest when you're slipping out of your seat and sinking to your knees as a spark starts to gleam in your eyes. You rattle off a few academic ideas for posterity, but ultimately find your hands sliding up his thighs and fiddling with his belt.
Fuck it, you think, you'll be out of here soon enough. Plus, Kunikida's always been kind, compassionate, understanding, and sexyâtoo invested in his field to even notice that handfuls of students on campus would throw themselves at him given the chance. Maybe he'll finally understand, you muse to yourself, as you work his hardening cock out of his dress pants.
He chokes out your name when you take his length in both of your hands; he's all the way gone when you're swirling your tongue over his tip, giving in to your little idea for extra credit sooner than he'd ever admit to himself.
"Oh, fuckâ" He's staring up at the ceiling of his office in pure bliss because his student is working hot, sloppy kisses down the underside of his cock. His hands twist into your hair, and you gaze up at him, doe-eyed, as his head falls forward and he looks at you through his glasses. "Keep going. Don't fucking stop."
He's trying not to thrust into your mouth when you fondle his balls; his pretty blond bangs are dampening with sweat, and you can't take your eyes off him as you bob your head faster, hollowing your cheeks around him and moaning at the taste of your professor's cock heavy in your mouth. He twitches and jumps at your attention to detailâyour fingers raking tracks down his thighs, your frantic tongue, your fluttering lashes and sugary moans, gags, and slurps that are music to him.
You know, as he falls apart more and more by the second, you won't have to worry about this class anymore.
"Unhâuh, yes, oh, fuck, we'll work something out, yeah, gorgeous? Just don't stopâdâdon't stop, don't fucking stop, I'm gonna cum down that pretty throat, yeah, and we'll get it all figured out." âš
âš YUKICHI FUKUZAWAâNAUGHTY SECRETARY SEDUCES HOT BOSS!
You're perched on his desk when he returns from the meetingâYukichi, your boss, who, lately, you can't stop thinking about climbling like a tree. You're sure your coworkers see it, too, but you're his personal assistant; no one gets to be as close to him as you, and he trusts you.
Which is why you'll put the moves on him today.
He runs a hand through his silver hairâobviously stressedâsighing as he pulls his office door shut and turns to you. He speaks your name, holds a few papers in your direction, begins instructing you on what he needs from you next.
But you know better what he needs. The papers that make their way into your hands are quickly forgotten about on his desk as you uncross your legs and hop down, sauntering up to place on hand on his arm, the other on his chest.
"Sir, you look so tense. Are you sure there isn't anything else I can do?"
He makes his way to sit down in his office chair, disregarding your touch in a way that has you following after him like a puppy in need of attention.
He doesn't answer, but he also doesn't protest when you settle between his knees beneath his desk and push his yukata and haori up to pool around his hips. His dick is thick and veiny, even soft; when you spit in your hand and begin to work him up and down his mouth falls open with a sigh, and he grows at least two inches as he hardens beneath your grip.
You didn't think you'd be able to fit his absolute monster cock in your mouth, but you find yourself, throat open, with your nose pressed to his happy trail as you swirl your tongue and breathe through your nose frantically; he holds your face down, speaking very little but making up for it with the way he grunts hotly in that deep, rough voice as he bucks into the back of your throat.
"Unhâugh..."
You breathe through your nose as his hips fall into a brutal pace; his hands on either side of your head keep you pinned in place as he uses you, takes his stress out on you. Your fingers massage his balls, and you can't help the way you hum around him when he twitches in your mouth.
Yukichi pulls out of your jaw and you gasp for air, wiping the spit that drips down your chin with the back of your hand, but he's not done. When he does speak, it's demanding, low, and it makes your cunt throb with need.
"Get up. Get up, sit on the desk. 'Need to fuck you."
You do as youâre told, open up for him with no hesitation, smiling as he works his fat cock into youâyeah, his stress will be gone in no time with the way he fucks your hole so hard and fast that you shake with each creak of his desk. âš
âš ATSUSHI NAKAJIMAâSTUCK IN THE ELEVATOR WITH MY SEXY NEIGHBOR!
"Ah! Atsushi, open the door!"
"Um," he frets, punching the button until he's sure it'll break. If it's not broken already. "IâI can't, it's not working!"
Not working? Is he fucking serious? You're trapped in the doorâall you did was try to reach back out for your bag you'd set by the elevator and now you're stuck, by the waist, between the two sliding maneuvers, your bag dangling from your hands.
"It's supposed to have a sensor! It's not supposed to even close when someone's on the threshold!" you cry through your teeth as you try to squirm out. Atsushi's mind is already working, though, over the way you're pinned in half, wiggling your ass as you struggle against the industrial strength of the elevator door. "Atsushi, help me, please call someone or somethingâ"
But his hands are on your hips, pulling backward, and you can't help the noise of surprise that slips out of you.
"Atsu', I seriously don't think that will work, please, just callâAtsushi!"
His hands shake as he slides your pants and underwear down your thighs, exposing your ass; he tunes out your protesting as he undoes his belt. You hear the clink of it hitting the ground, you feel his fingers dipping into your cunt from behind, and he cannot be fucking serious.
"I'm sorry," he cries like it's out of his controlâhe feels like it is. "I'm sorry, you're so hot, you're right here, I've wanted this for so long."
And you feel yourself beginning to drip at his desperate tone. You can't fucking believe itâthis is depraved. This is some shit you would've never expected from the sweet, cute boy in the apartment across the hall who helped you drag your bedframe and couch from this very elevator to your room but here he is, prodding at you with his pathetically leaky cock while you're stuck in the damn elevator door.
And you'd be frustrated with how your body reacts, but as he slides his dick along your cunt, drenching himself in your wetness, you can't help but arch back into his touch.
"Atsushi, you have to fuck me, please."
And he does, fast and unpracticedâhe whimpers for you, tells you you're all he thinks about when he jerks off; he confesses that he looks through his peephole when he knows you're leaving for work or school just to get at least one glimpse of you everyday to fuel his imagination, and you gush around him, the pain of the door trapping you falling irrelevant, drifting out of your mind, as he buries his face in your shoulder and humps into you like an animal, pounding against your cervix.
"Fuck, that's right, so good, so, so goodâbetter than I could've imaginedâagh, fuck, that's right, take it all, take it, take it, take it...!" âš
âš RYUUNOSUKE AKUTAGAWAâHOT BABE HAS NO MONEY, LETS THE DELIVERY BOY DESTROY THAT PUSSY!
You rifle through your wallet and hum when you come up short. "Um, I... know you said you don't have a card reader, but I don't have enough cash."
The delivery boy looks at you with little more than boredom until you invite him in.
"Here, let me look in my roomâI might have more stashed somehwere..."
He stands over you, searching you with his curious gray eyes as you dig through a drawer, a bag, another bag, only to come up short again. You even peek under your mattress for good measure, but you're just out. You turn to him sheepishly.
"I, uh... I don't have enough, I'm really sorry."
"Well, I can't leave without some form of payment," he deadpans, and you try to think of something, anythingâyou have a few giftcards for other delivery services, some jewelryâbut he's letting his bag fall off his shoulder and grabbing you by the hips before you can register what he means.
You end up face down, ass up on your bed as a compromise, his hips rutting into you from behind as he holds your wrists behind your back. Ryuunosuke his name tag readâyou're quick to adopt a way around that mouthful, moaning out, "Ryuu, Ryuu, please!" as he splits you open and calls you a whore.
"Fuckin' slutâ"
When you're able to glance back for a second you can see his pretty black hair swaying with each rough thrust, and you're sure he's hitting your lungsâhe's so fucking deep inside you, and you're gasping, moaning for more.
"âso eager toâunhâtake this dick. Probably hiding your cash somewhere."
But whether you are or not doesn't matter; your eyes are rolling back to the hard smack of his hips against your ass and the white-hot pleasure that rolls through you every time he plows straight into your g-spot, and he's throbbing inside of you at the way your cunt grips him. Your pizza's getting cold on the counter in your kitchen, but you don't careânot when he bunches his fingers up in your hair to arch you back up to him so he can wrap his other hand around your throat.
You hold onto him as he bends you, pulling air down into your lungs when you can, and his gravelly voice barrages you with more words that make you gush around his cock.
"Gonna let me cum in this pussy so you don't have to fork over a few bucks for a pizza? Pathetic."
His teeth sink into your shoulder, his other hand reaches down to torture your neglected clit, and you're sure he's gonna break you over this, your hot delivery boy who just so happened to have the idea to fill you up as payment. You pant his name desperately between thunderous moansâyou're gonna cum soon. âš
âš SAKUNOSUKE ODAâTHIS PLUMBER FIXED MORE THAN JUST MY PIPES!
"Okay, that should do it." The man stands up, back to a height at which he towers over you, and you lean on the doorframe to the kitchen as he shuts the cabinets beneath your sink. "It's all movin' again."
You were in your robe when you answered the door, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't run to the bathroom to fix your hair and swipe on a little lip balm while he was working. Really, you hadn't meant to try to fuck the plumber. But this man was gorgeous, with his auburn hair, stubble-lined jaw, large hands, broad shoulders. You felt your eyes widen when you first laid eyes on him, and now you'd been throbbing thinking about what those thick fingers could do other than plumbing.
You pull your robe tighter around yourself, hoping to subtly accentuate the outline of your body. "Thank you so much, really, I don't know what I'd have done without the sink."
"Probably used the dishwasher a lot more," he cracked dryly, and your previous words suddenly feel stupid, but it only serves to make him hotter.
"How should I pay you?" You stride over to him. "Cash?"
"You can just pay online." He looks tired, but he has a well-meaning smile on his face.
You look a little incredulous. "Really? I can'tâdo you accept tips? Seriously, top notch work and super quick. I can't not thank you."
"I'm really not supposed to take tips," he drawls, running a hand through his hair. You find yourself biting your lip; you can't look away from him. You must look like a rabid animal right now, but you can't help it.
He doesn't tear his eyes away from yours.
"I mean, unless..."
Those three words are what find you on your back in your bedroom with your robe thrown open, the sweet and efficient plumber named Sakunosuke standing at the edge as he impales you on his cock. He worked you open with those fingers first, fast and harsh, just how you begged him to, but nothing could've prepared your weeping hole for the stretch of his fat dickâand now he's pounding into you, his hands clutching your waist as you hold your legs open for him to thrust deeper, deeper.
âOh, shit. Unhâso wetââ
His groans come from his chest, deliciouslyâhe looks a little like he knows he shouldn't be doing this, but your cunt is sucking him in like it was what he was supposed to come here for all along. You spasm and clench around him and he throws his head back, your whole body rippling as his strong hips and heavy balls smack lewdly against your ass with each thrust.
âMmphâfuckâbreak that sink of yours more often, alright?â âš
âš ANGO SAKAGUCHIâI JOINED THE MILE HIGH CLUB (EXTREMELY RISKY)!
The man you met in the airport barâoh, heâs pretty.
He's even prettier in your mind when the pilot announces phone permissions now that you're in the air, and the first notification your phone receieves is from him.
I have an open seat next to me in first class. Come visit.
You don't hesitate for a moment. You stride forward from the economy section, past the flight attendants who protest at you flimsily to search for his seat numberâyou see his unmistakably gorgeous hair, his glasses, his sharp side profile as he speaks to an attendant, catches you in his peripheral, and then shoos her away.
There's hardly niceties before one of your legs is slung over his knee and he kisses you with fervor. You don't think too hard about the people around youânone of whom can actually see you but without a doubt will know exactly what's happening in a few minutesâas you grind down onto his thigh, bite his lips, draw soft gasps from him when your knee nudges his bulge.
Before you know it, his cock is free and he slides your underwear to the side so you can sink onto him; he groans shamelessly when your wet heat envelops him completely, causing heads to turn in your direction, but you just brace your knees against the airplane seat and your hands on his shoulders make quick work of milking him of everything he has.
He kisses you, hot, heavy; he smells good, he smells expensive, and you tear his dress shirt open to rake your nails down his chest as he grabs your hips, letting his head fall back and a full-bodied moan into the cramped air of the plane as he does so. You lift up to let him thrust, let lewd smacks resonate throughout first class, and with your chest in his face he rides your shirt up to latch his teeth to one of your nipples; you echo him, moaning unabashedly, running your hands through your hair, gripping him as people look on.
"Fuuuck, yeah, feels so good," he praises from beneath you. "Knew I had to fuck you from the second I saw you." His eyebrows draw up in concentration as he looks down at where your bodies meet and continues fucking up into you hard. "Hahâlisten to that cunt cry for me. You like being watched, huh? Gonna let me fuck you 'til the plane smells like sex? Huh?"
You nod, messily, desperately, and he quickens his pace ever faster, pulling you back down into a sloppy kiss.
An attendant awkwardly approaches in the aisle, but the gorgeous man who's destroying your insides just holds up a palm, shoos her away again.
"Fuckâso sexy. Keep takin' this dick." âš
âš NIKOLAI GOGOLâLUCKY INTRUDER GETS TO FUCK HORNY VICTIM!
You're splayed out on your bed, two fingers stuffed deep in your cuntâand he's just surprised you didn't hear him breaking the lock on your front door.
When you meet his eyes, you're so glazed over with pleasure that you barely miss a beat, your gaze only blowing wide when he peers around your bedroom doorway. His snowy white hair, his sharp featuresâyou can't find the sense to be alarmed at this unfamiliar man, the one holding your laptop andâis that your wallet?
Doesn't matterâthey're clattering to the ground, another factor here you can't find it in yourself to care about as his gray eyes are locked onto you fucking yourself open on your sheets. The sheen of sweat that covers your skin, your desperate moans as you grind your clit against your palm, the obscene squelching that comes from your wet cuntâthey all serve to propel him over to you, prompt him to dig his already-hard cock out of his pants as you just watch, beg him with your stare to come fill you up. You're so lucky he's here, reallyâyou look like you're struggling to get deep enough with your pathetic little fingers; he guesses it's only fair that he repay you for the material goods he's about to rob you of and pawn off on whatever sucker will buy them for cash, right?
"Right? I'll help you outâ" He gives his cock a few pumps as he positions himself between your legs, "âlooks like you need it, sweetheart."
You can only bite your lip to supress the moan that leaves you as he enters your cunt and lifts your fingers up and out of you by your wrist to swirl his tongue around them, lick them clean. He's hugeâeven your third and fourth fingers weren't enough to prepare you properly for the burglarâs dick in your needy pussy, so you let out strained combinations of gasps and screams when he starts to drill into you mercilessly. You can't help the way your ankles link behind his back, the way you reach for himâand he smiles wickedly when your eyes roll back.
"You like having a stranger's cock deep in your guts, huh?" he speaks between deep sighs and grunts. You can only babble your incoherent agreement, your laptop and wallet forgotten, the actions of this man forgotten, everything but how desperately you need to squirt all over him forgottenâyou reach down and rub your clit, play with your nipples as your mouth is frozen open as you moan, moan for this man who's just broken into your home. "Uhâyeah, you're gonna like takin' all my cum, too, I bet." âš
âš SIGMAâMASSEUR HELPS HIS SEXY CLIENT RELIEVE STRESS!
"Oh, yeahâright there," you groan softly as the heel of his palm meets the center of your back. You've been looking forward to this full-body massage the whole week, and this man was not disappointing.
He works his way down your back, twisting knots out as he goesâhis lithe fingers feel like heaven against you, overworked from hours at your desk hunched over your computer.
But it's a full-body massage, as mentioned before; when his fingers dig into the plush of your asscheeks, you can't help the groan that leaves you.
"That okay?" he inquires; you think you hear a shake in his voice.
"More than okay," you reply, thinking you could fall asleep as he works you into relaxation. You could close your eyes from how good it feels, or you could peek behind you and see his face burning with blush at your sounds. You do the former, but smirk a little at how sweet it is of him to check in.
He checks in again when his hands are inching your underwear down, and you tell him of course, he's the professional.
He's still the professional when he climbs up on the table behind you and buries his flushed face into your cunt. You arch up and back, crooning, as his hands stay massaging you, spreading you apart, kneading your ass with career expertise and plunging his tongue into you with enthusiasm.
"Oh! Ohâfeels good," you breathe, grinding back into his face, onto his nose. He laps at you happily, this masseur you've barely looked upon for a total of twenty seconds, but you can't lie to yourself and say you didn't think he was pretty when he led you back to his room; he hums into you, sending you shivering, twitching. "Please, more."
"Mhm," he mumbles, releasing one of your asscheeks to lay back beneath you and insert a long, thin finger into your pussy; you sigh, you settle onto his face, and his tongue speeds up in this new position in a way that rips a high moan from your lungs.
Not hunched, but arched, the stretch feels heavenly on your back in combination with the way he pumps another finger into you; you graciously sit up, throwing your head back, begging, pleading for more until his tongue settles into a tight back-and-forth rhythm over your clit. "Please, please, pleaseâ"
You grind against his nose, your moans become more erratic, and you dig a hand into his hair as your hips move in dizzying circles over his head.
"Cum for me?" he asks, muffled by your pussy; you'll ride him until his face is soaked. âš
âš FYODOR DOSTOEVSKYâCONFESSING MY SINS ENDS IN HUGE CUMSHOT ALL OVER MY FACE!
âAnd Iâve been terribly, terribly lustful, Father Fyodor,â you say with regret. âIt consumes me. I really never used to be like this."
"Temptation lurks everywhere," the priest sympathizes. You can barely see him through the grate, but his soft, forgiving voice sounds close to you. "The Devil and his army are constantly exploiting our vulnerabilities to try and turn us to sin, but worry not, child of Christ; we're human. I'm here to guide you. Continue."
You shift on the wooden seat in the booth, crossing your hands tighter over your lap. "That's really all. It's been very concerning to me. I think about it... I think about it so much."
"About what?" Father Fyodor prompts, and you bristle even more at being asked to elaborate.
"Sex," it barely comes out as more than a whisper. "I can't help itâit's everywhere. It leaves me feeling so... exhausted and frustrated, and the only thing that helps is... Well..."
But you're met with silence. You know he wants you to go on. You're here to confess, after all.
"...touching myself. I do it at least once a day. It's like a burning within meânothing helps butâbutâcumming all over my fingers." Your voice is laced with shameâthe throbbing of your cunt as you talk makes you feel all the more guilty, and you can only imagine how he's shaking his head. "That's all. That's all."
"You'll do penance," he says, comfortingly. "When we bring our sins to the Lord and repent he cleanses us of them."
The grate pops out of the window, and you see the the waist of his alb as he speaks his next words.
"You'll take communion, nowâ" the cinctures around his waist fall undone beneath his hands, and the alb is hiked up to reveal a leaking cock, pretty and pale and bobbing in the air of the confessional. "âand be saved from the flames of perdition.â
"Yes, Father, please. Anything to be saved." But your mouth waters in a way that you know has little to do with your thirst for salvation.
"Take this; eat. This is my body," he recites the scripture as his length reaches through the window; your hands, eager and already on the threshold, accept him willingly. As you wrap your mouth around him, he groans, and it's like seraphim singing their holy, holy, holy.
"That's itâchild of God, follower of Christ; I absolve you of your sins," he gasps as his tip hits the back of your throat which was begging for forgiveness moments ago. His hands reach through the window to stroke either side of your face, and then hold you in place to fuck your throat. "The Lord will forgive you for this." âš
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oneshot - logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return. (2k words) pairing - logan howlett (logan 2017) x gn!reader tags: pre-established relationship, doggy style, penetration, dom!logan, reader rides logan, filthy talking logan, he talks you through it, rough, praise kink, cursing, mutual orgasm, choking, 'use your words', unprotected sex, creampie, sweet ending
logan can't keep up like he used to, but he still fucks you like a man possessed when he's able, like a rabid animal - hips bucking, muscles flexing, baring his teeth as he takes you.
his rough, calloused and scarred hands grip your waist, contrasting against your soft skin. that veiny length makes quick work of your needy hole, just like you wanted.
moments before, you'd teased him for the tent in his blue jeans. logan had cocked a smirk, that same signature smirk that always renders you weak at the knees as he began unbuckling his belt, taking his sweet time. you would wait, he knew you'd wait, you were good for him like that. the distinct sound of the clinking metal and the unsheathing of leather caused a shiver to run down your spine, a throbbing in your core. you needed him just as much as he needed you.
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it wasn't fair, how he could tell as soon as he entered a room just how much you wanted him. he could smell it, smell your arousal clear as day, he'd teased you about it so many times. the scent fills his mind every time, makes his cock twitch in his boxers, the need to have you almost overwhelming.
your soft wanting moans drift to his ears, one of his palms sliding up to the base of your spine as he keeps you firmly bent over on the bed, fucking into you with purpose. rough grunting spills from his lips, your head turning to catch his eye, watching as beads of sweat form on his forehead. chest rising and falling, logan grits his teeth.
"this what you wanted, huh?" he grunts, his sentence punctuated with a particularly harsh thrust that knocks the wind from both of you, "you wanted my cock? hm? just couldn't fuckin' help but tease and tease. . ."
you whine, gripping the sheets in front of you as the room fills with the lewd sound of skin on skin. he always liked it rough, plus - you'd known logan long enough to know how he liked to channel his anger into sex. and he was fucking good at it. you'd take it, again and again, as harsh as he wanted to give. because you knew that as soon as you were done, he'd be scrambling to pepper soft kisses along your neck, praising you for how good you'd been for him.
his thrusts falter, and you reach back to take his wrist in your hand in a comforting gesture. the harsh panting tells you all you need to know, his grip on you fading. but it's alright, you know how to take care of him, too. you tug at his wrist and after a brief moment of hesitation, he pulls out and lays beside you, looking almost defeated.
your hips find their home atop his and you nestle against him, slowly grinding back and forth on his length. his hands immediately search for your thighs, pawing at the flesh as he looks up at you. you drink in his expression, the way he's looking at you through his heavy eyelids, his scarred, sweaty bare chest rising and falling harshly.
"let me take care of you. . ." you whisper, your hands sliding up across the feverish skin on his chest, threading through the hair that grows there.
he licks his lips, attempting to protest "but i-"
"shhhh. . ." you shake your head, inching upwards to brush his leaking tip against your entrance and he hisses at the contact, "i said let me take care of you. . ."
you sink down on his cock, gasping as he fills you once more - at this point, you've memorised every vein on that thing. you love how he fills you so completely, how you almost, almost struggle to take him in all the way.
"fuck. . ." he huffs, his eyes fluttering shut as he grasps your thighs, sinking into the bed. he hates it, hates how fucking tired he gets nowadays. but damn if you don't look like the prettiest little thing bouncing on his cock like that.
and you want to comfort him, to let him know that it's okay. you'd ride him every night if he'd let you, but he always insists that he can do it, that he can still go as hard and as fast as he used to all those years ago. fast or slow, it didn't bother you, as long as you had logan, you'd be happy, content with even a passing glance from him in your direction.
"look so pretty up there. . ." he coos breathlessly, watching you bounce, his hand snaking up to rest on your stomach as he admires you.
you moan, tilting your head back - and he groans in response, dick twitching desperately, aching to fill you as his hips buck against your movements. he loves watching you ride him like this, watching as you take control, set the pace you want.
the rough hand on your stomach drifts upwards, finding its home around your neck, gently still. but even the soft grip has you reeling, gripping his wrist. you know he still wants to feel some control, that it wasn't because he was losing energy that he was on his back, no. . . it was a choice.
and you indulge him, working down over his cock with your tight hole, clamping around him as your hips meet his over and over. he's groaning, grumbling, eyes fluttering shut as he's lost in the way you take him.
"logan, look at me. . ." you whisper pleadingly, nails digging into his chest, fingertips tracing across the scars there.
immediately his eyes open to lock onto yours, and when he sees you? fuck, he needs more. he uses his grip on your throat to pull you down into a deep kiss, breathing heavily through his nose as his tongue delves into your mouth. you love how much more experienced he is than you, how he makes quick work of you every fucking time, has you a mess for him, opening up to him in every way you can.
"yeah. . . that's it. . ." he grumbles against your lips, kissing you with a fierce passion that borders on animalistic between words, "keep workin' that cock, keep bouncin', you're doin' so well."
you clench around him at those very words, unable to even think straight with his tongue shoved into your mouth and his cock stuffed deep inside you. he's taking you in every way you'll give yourself to him. even with him on his back and with half his energy he's still able to have you squirming.
and the praise, the fucking praise. logan knows just how to talk to you to make you melt. he'll fuck you roughly, desperately pumping his dick into you whilst whispering that you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen into your ear. he'll have you split in half with his thick arms hooked around your legs whilst telling you that you're so good for him, calling you sweet pet names that contrast his rough movements.
that voice of his, gravely, deep, rumbling. you can't think straight when he talks to you this way.
"such a sweet little thing," he groans, his hand on your thigh snaking around to give your ass a quick slap before grabbing a handful. light work for him considering the size of his hands - don't even get him started on what he likes to do with those. . .
you call his name, whimpering against his lips as you try to keep up with his kisses all while riding him. your mind is blank, slamming your hips down against him as he bucks up, meeting your thrusts - sending him deeper and deeper.
his hand on your neck traces along your skin to grip the back of your head, feeling as his digits spread across your scalp. "fuuuuuck," he groans, "can feel how tight you are, you're gonna cum, huh?" logan asks, though it's less of a question and more of a statement. he knows your body better than you do.
you nod, whimpering pathetically, inches from his lips.
eyes darting from your mouth, up into your gaze, he grins, "use your words, c'mon. i asked you a question."
"yes logan, yes, fuck- i'm gonna cum!" you cry out, tilting your hips as you chase that high he wants to give you.
with his mouth open, he pants, watching you above him with a keen fascination as your face contorts in pleasure. slowly, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. his favourite thing in the world is to watch you come undone around him, the way your eyes roll back, your pulse quickening under his fingertips.
"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon. . ." he growls, rutting into you from below, feeling as you spasm around his hard, girthy length, "if you cum, i'll cum nice and deep inside you, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"logan. . ." you whine, a clear yes. your head dips down to press against his shoulder, unable to keep yourself upright with the intensity of it all.
he chuckles and it's like music to your ears, loving those rare little noises of his - treasuring the sounds he makes while enjoying you.
both hands are back on your hips now, guiding you, slamming you down onto him as you gasp with each thrust, "c'mon. . . give me what i want, what we both want - make a mess for me."
his words hit you like a command, a call to arms - you will cum for him, make a mess of him and his sheets. you're calling his name into the skin of his neck as you cry out, feeling the orgasm beginning to tear through you.
and he can feel it, feel how you convulse and clamp down on his dick, causing him to gasp. he's moaning, groaning, words catching at the back of his throat as he tries to continue to talk you through it - but he can't. you're fucking him too good, he's gonna cum too.
ropes and ropes of white hot cum fill you, pushed deeper and deeper by his faltering thrusts as his dick twitches with each spray. you gasp, writhing against him as he holds you firmly in place, pulling you down one last time and holding you there as he empties into you completely.
you're whimpering, whining, body jerking as the intensity increases as you roll your hips, riding out the last of your orgasm until you're both left a panting, sweaty mess.
"holy fuck. . ." he whispers into the air, closing his eyes to centre himself, world spinning.
meanwhile, you can't even talk, can't even think about forming words, mind instead occupied with feeling his hot cum dripping out of you.
logan pets the back of your head, stroking your hair gently in an attempt to help you come back into the moment. he wants to thank you, but that's never been his strong suit. instead, he kisses the crown of your head, peppering kisses down along your forehead as he hooks his thumb and forefinger under your chin to bring your face closer to his.
he looks into your hazy, exhausted eyes, his own gaze full of love and appreciation. this is what he lives for - watching you bathe in the afterglow, being lucky enough to look into your eyes every day, being blessed enough to have you here like this.
you greet him with a sleepy, almost bashful smile.
he smiles too, and god, butterflies blossom deep within your stomach. you love him, you love him tired, you love him angry, you love him grumpy, you love him on his back, on top - whatever, you just love him.
"you're too good for me," he whispers as his lips find your forehead once more.
you know those words are his way of saying thanks, but you shake your head in protest, "stop that, not another word."
logan looks into your eyes, really looks at you, those soft hazel hues meeting your gaze. he simply smiles in silence as his hand drifts to your cheek.
the room falls into a comfortable silence, and you wonder how logan ever let you this close. but you don't care, all you care about is taking care of him.
and you will, for as long as he lets you.
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Taking one of Simonâs balaclava from the closet, inhaling the lingering musk snd cologne scent while rubbing your pussy needily on the bedsheet. He went on a short mission for a few days, and you missed him, miss how he call you sweetheart with that gruff voice, miss how he sit you on his lap, murmuring sweet nothings while his hand
sneaks pass the waistband of your panties, pinching and flicking your clit to warm you up for his big cock, miss how his veiny and sturdy arms wrap around you while you fall asleep while basking in each otherâs presence.
You kiss the balaclava on where his lips should be, but thatâs not enough, the ache in your chest leads you to scramble to the closet again, taking out a pair of his skeleton gloves, putting those far-too-large gloves on as you slump down on the bed you two shared again, mimicking how he kneaded and rolled the sweet spot hidden between your slick folds, until you finally reach your high, dampening his gloves with your juices.
You tuck the used balaclava and gloves deep inside a discreet drawer, welcoming Simon back home the next day. He got a crazy amount of gloves and balaclava, sure he wouldnât notice missing a pair or two, right? You try to convince yourself, till the day you think you finally get a chance to wash those fabric stained with the evidence of your guilty pleasure, that he appears behind you silently and catch you scrubbing them.
You have no one to blame other than yourself when getting put over his knees moments later, pajamas shorts pulled down, ass in the air and whining every time he lands a light slap on your reddened buttocks.
âThink I wouldnât notice, hmm?â He rubs the spot he just hit gently, soothing that delicious tingle briefly âHow many times did you come with my balaclava and my gloves?â
You look back at him, trying to respond with the vibrating dildo deep inside your squelching cunt messing your mind. âOne ti-One- nghâŚâ your incoherentness brings yourself another slap, this time land carefully just above your stretched cunt and on the clit.
âSay it clearly, princess, canât understand when youâre talking in moans.â Simon rubs your skin after the soft smack again, just like what he did whenever he gives you a teasing slap, but him rolling your over-sensitive bud that just got a sweet slap, only flares up your desire and makes you unable to think straight, his fingers and the dildo occupied your thoughts as you manage to answer more comprehensibly.
âOneâŚonly one timeâŚâ Your staccato reply receives a feign pity glance from him.
âOnly one time? poor girl.â He grabs the base of the vibrating dildo and thrust in and out âLook how you lube this dildo with your juices so well, love. Finally satisfied?â
âNo! NoâŚpleaseâŚâ You paw at the bedsheets desperately, happy that he might end his âpunishmentâ soon, yet afraid that you wonât get the thing you truly craved. âNeed you, Simon, pleaseâŚ! need you insideâ
He grins imperceptibly, though the arrogance in his heart is satiated. Thatâs what he wants to hear, hear you say out loud about how much you need him, how only him can fuck you in the way others canât.
Pulling the dildo out, seeing how your cunt grabbing onto it like you try to swallow it back in, he fish out his cock, standing straight and leaking profusely from enjoying the show âNo need to feel empty for the lost, sweetheart, youâll get what you deserve now.â
Simon press the tip of his length at your entrance, looking at you with smugness within those brown eyes, and he knows itâs going to be a long night when you gaze back with droopy eyes, still coming down from the edge, with a bliss-out smile spread across your glossy lips.
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LOGAN HOWLETT is the kind of guy that likes to fuck up into you during cowgirl. lend me your ears, so I can tell you how
[18+ fem!reader]
sorry I lied, I didnât get him out my system. one more
The gentle, inconsistent rocks from your straddled position is far from what he needs â the slow motion of your hips winding over his cock, not nearly enough to satiate his current heaping want.Â
Heâs held himself back for as long as he can, only spurring you along with his hands on your hips, his grip helping you with the irregular circles. He wanted to give you your time to shine, to let you give him something, but it was clear you were starting to reach your end. Though not in the way he wanted, your bent knees by his sides mere minutes away from giving in.Â
You looked quite spectacular from his laid position, a true sight. Your palms flat to his stomach, your tits caught between your upper arms â squeezing them together in that way he always likes. And those faces you make, boy does he love those. The ones filled with nothing but unadulterated bliss: knitted brows, soft eyes, bitten lips â all of it, all so perfect.Â
As much as he loves the lewd view and looking up at you while you attempt to ride him, he canât help but notice that eager twitch in his cock, the one saying that he needed more. And when his gaze leaves your breasts and meets your face, he can see that same glimmer of desperation in your eyes, just like the one in his dick.
And so, when you nod, agreeing to the silent, optic communication â he takes the hint, moving his hands up to your mid back to bring you down to him. Your chest pressed to his, the patch of hair skimming at your skin.Â
You support your weight on your forearms beside his head, using all strength to keep yourself propped up, stability buckling as he begins to wind up into you. His knees bending at your sides as a way to further aid his fucking, keeping sturdy while he makes up for what youâve both been missing.
He keeps his hands on you, large fingers pawing and digging into your hips â holding you there, just there to fuck into you from underneath. The sticky, incessant, slapping noise of him rutting in your cunt told you all you needed to know. He was desperate.Â
And with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you only push him further into the pits of that ever growing lust-filled desperation â the choked-out, strained moans and whines beside his ear that match his thrusts, only drive the eager force further and further.
But when you reach your end, worn out and can take no more, youâd both be sure to recuperate â sat by his side against the headboard, head resting on his shoulder, an unlit cigar waiting patiently between his lips. Your hatred of the smell, stalling his smoke break, while prolonging your post-coitial cuddle.
safe to say I might be out my writers block
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NEW PIN ! ę° đą INTOLEWD đ§§ËâĘÉ ââ kento nanami . . . SAVE ?
âyouâre a kind of angel, dancing by the table, i was doing fine till i met youâ
contains. nsfw so, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. f!reader, dirty talk, fingering, pussy slaps, âgood girl,â squirting. cheating. mentions of age gap.
âawwh, my sweet thing. loosen up for me, babyâ the palms of nanamiâs large hands rub and soothe over your pussy. cupping, caging in your warmth like a little dove. with care, covering your entire cunt before dipping a thick knuckle back into your walls. âyou were acting so needy earlier, baby, let me in. cmon, let me in that pretty pussyâ
the sounds youâre making are just filthy and nanami drinks them in like that very first sip of morning coffee pushing past pursed lips. your body falls limp like a pretty rag doll against the broadness of his chest, caving into his warmth as you weakly grab and paw at the blades of blonded bahia on his wrist. scratching the polished metal of his watch âw-wasnât begging, kenâ
a laugh rumbles from deep in his chest with no other purpose but to make you feel so small in him. heat threatening to burn the flushed skin on your cheeks right off. âso grindinâ on my thigh like a needy mutt isnât begginâ? was finishing up some work and you couldnât even wait, baby. kept pressinâ that needy little clit on me.â his voice vibrates thick vocal chords, producing a rasped melody that lingers and releases a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your stomach.
âno i- aah!â another finger slips into your cunt, curling up, scissoring against your wet walls.
âthere it is. riiiight there. thatâs where you want me, huh, baby?â heâs pushing against that swelled spot he knows you love more than life itself with the lined sensitive tips of his lengthy fingers making your brain mush.
your thighs part instinctively, your neck failing, making your head dip and fall to watch how lewdly his fingers disappear into the folds of your fat cunt, âsee look. so messy, but i barely started touching you. was this already here?â he pulls at the strings of webbed silk that drip out your cunt, âgot all wet grindinâ on me, hm? left me a little present?â he coos at you from behind your neck. the blushed tip of his pointed nose brushes against warmed skin softly when you buck up and whine. âpoooorr thing,â he drags, âwhatâs wrong? want me to fuck you? want me to stretch that little pussy out? talk to me, babyâ
and you just canât because your jaw slacks at the curve of his finger dragging and massaging against your fluttering walls. his thumb moves to draw his name on your clit, to soothe his existence onto every inch of your body so youâd never forget how he makes you feel, groaning at how you squeeze and hug him.
âuhn uh, i asked you a question,â slap âi expectâ slap âan answerâ
your clits throbs at how he swats down on your pussy, âhnnggâ want it, want it so badâ you whine. thrashing in the solitude of his warmth. he eggs you one with a âyeah?â moving back to press up against your clit, âwhat are you, baby? tell me and iâll give you what you want. you remember, hm?â
he sweetly kisses the hairs on the back of your neck, little pins poking across the length of your body. you give him a nod and a whine and he smiles at both, ây.. your good girl. iâm your good girl, ken.â
âmhm, always so good for me, yeah? now let me make you feel like it, prettyâ his lips press against your neck, again, then heâs licking and whispering into your caved ear as he lets his fingers sink back into your pussy, âgive it to me, make a mess for meâ
he moves to hold down the curve of your hip, âyeeaa, my twitchy little thing, cmonâ stilling you as his fingers rush deep, deep inside you, reaching places only he can.
your knees fight and knock against each other and he pushes against the mound of your tummy, coaxing you to give him want he wants. make him proud. and you do. throwing your head back against the strength of his angled shoulder as you squelch and squirt on fresh fitted sheets, âohhh, fuck baby. mhm, juuustt like that. let it all outâ
he hums and encourages you while his fingers move out to messily rub at your clit and your body feels like itâs engulfed in angry blued flames, eyes squeezing so hard the darkness is punctured by coils of swirling colors.
tears brim as you come down and they fall when you finally peel your lids back open, nanami kissing you so gently you melt like warmed wax but harden and mold back into him.
âino ever make you feel this good? does he make this pretty pussy squirt like that, hm?â he pets at your head as it shakes, then at your pussy before moving to lap up the mess you made on his fingers. âthatâs okay, my dove. just need someone older, more experienced to take care of you. thatâs what iâm here forâ
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Image description: A four page black and white comic of my tortoiseshell cat, Bunny, complaining that I wonât let her in from the screen porch.
Page 1Â
Panel 1: A small tortoiseshell cat sits on the other side of a glass door, looking up sadly, saying, âMama! Mama, help! Iâm in the screen porch!âÂ
Panel 2: She scratches at the door. âMama! Mama Iâm trapped! Iâm trapped in the screen porch! Mama!â she cries.Â
Panel 3: She looks through the glass with her sad, innocent expression. âI see you, Mama! Canât you hear me? Why wonât you let me in? What have I done, Mama!â
Panel 4: The left corner is dominated by a close up of her face, as she reminisces about the cat tree in the screen porch. We see her perched on the very top, looking out over the backyard.
She says, âWas I not grateful enough, Mama? You gave me a throne, here in the screen porch! A place where I could look down upon the world as a god!â
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Panel 1: While sheâs perched atop her cat tree, it begins to rain outside. Bunny looks askance at it from behind the screen.Â
âBut I couldnât touch it, Mama!â she narrates, now in boxes instead of word balloons, âI could see the rain lavish the earth, but never feel its cool caress!â
Panel 2: A paw rests on the screen. On the other side, two birds chirp, unbothered by the presence of Bunny.
 âI could smell the blood of the song birds, but never taste its warmth! I lived as Tantalus in this screen porch, Mama!â
Panel 3: Sitting on a cushioned chair, bunny looks out over the yard, barred from her by the porch screen.Â
âTormented by what I could never reach!âÂ
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Panel 1Â : Another reminiscence, this time of Bunny running through the open door to the screen porch earlier that day while I was taking out the garbage.Â
âAnd yet I returned, again and again and again! Was that my sin, Mama? Is this my punishment? To be condemned forever to a hell of my own choosing?âÂ
Panel 2: Returning to the present, Bunny looks up from the otherside of the door, her eyes wide.
âIs this what you call justice, Mama?â She says. âIs this what you call love?âÂ
Panel 3: From Bunnyâs perspective we see me; I am ignoring her, going about my business. She calls out to me, âAnswer me, Mama! Mama!â
Panel 4:I glance back at her, unmoved by her cries. âMama!â she yells.Â
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Panel 1: Pulling out we finally see more of the wall which has the door to the screen porch. Directly beside it is a cat door that goes through the wall, out into the screen porch. Another cat, Bunnyâs sister Maggie, is coming through the cat flap with no issue.
 I say, â Bunny, I know you know how to use the cat door.â
Clawing at the window, tears in her eyes, Bunny screams âMAMA!!â
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I desperately want butcher!simon to take me against the dingy couch in the break room, no sounds but the squeaking of the springs, my muffled moans from his hand covering my mouth, and his deep grunts as he pounds into me from behind.
just a quick little fuck in between customers, and he has to leave mid-fuck to go hand off a package of pre-ordered meat, and scares the ever loving fuck out of the guy who came in to pick it up
okay iâm gonna change this request slightly because I saw a video and it inspired something based on this ask đ
(ending updated)
c/w: nsfw content below, implications of non-con (none takes place, delivery driver assumes reader is being attacked by simon but this is not the case at all), reader is fully consenting, reader and simon are married, threats, degradation
the delivery driver had been waiting for a good ten minutes now, wondering where the pretty counter girl was who always gave him the usual package. not even that unsettling brute was there to help him so he did what he thought was the correct thing to do
operating under the assumption that someone may be hurt or in need of assistance, he walked around the counter and into the back of the butcher shop. alongside the somewhat eerie humming of the freezer coolers, all that could be heard was a repeat squeaking sound coming from the back office
but since there were no calls for help or cries of agony, the driver opened the office door as quietly as possible. the cause of the squeaking becomes evident when his eyes land on the couch in the corner of the room, where he finds the pretty counter girl and her frightening beast of a boss
there you lay, pinned against the old sofa by the crushing weight of the butcher. legs spread what seems like impossibly wide to accommodate the brutal snapping of his hips. the driverâs eyes widened at the sight before him, the rough hand clamped over your mouth and the tears slipping down your cheeks leads him to believe heâs walked in on a viscous attack
he hasnât been spotted yet, leaving him plenty of time to do the heroic thing and rescue you from the awful man who bunched up your skirt around your hips and ravaged you like you were nothing more than one the pieces of meat hanging in the freezer
but before he can, simon slips his hand from your mouth and the driver expects his hearing to become overwhelmed with pleas to stop. however, heâs shocked to hear almost pornographic moans slip from your throat instead. your hands that originally seemed pinned down under simonâs weight are suddenly pawing wherever they can reach
your head turns to catch simonâs lips in a sloppy kiss. tongues clashing, saliva mixing with moans as he whispers nasty things against you,
âfuckinâ slag, grabbinâ mâcock whilst Iâm workinââŚâ he grunts, slamming his hips into you harder. your hands settle on his ass, grabbing handfuls of the meaty flesh as leverage to push his cock deeper into your sobbing cunt
âcouldnât wait, couldâya? didnât wanna wait for me to take ya to bed like a proper husband should⌠donât worry, lovie. gonna give ya what you needâŚâ he continues, looking down to watch where his mean cock stuffs itself inside your pussy. all you can do is respond in drunken babbles of âmoreâ, âharderâ, and begging him to make you cum
the driver soons realises his mistake, ducking out of the door and adjusting his suddenly swelling cock in his trousers before heâs caught by your terrifying husband
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you come out to serve him about twenty minutes later, still looking as prim and proper as you always do. now the driver canât help but wonder how many times youâd spoken to him after being split open by your hulking husbands cock. to be honest, he still canât over the husband bit
before you can open your mouth to speak to him, simon appears behind you, pressed right up against your back but his glare is locked onto the man on the other side of the counter,
âgo. Iâve got this oneâŚâ he mumbles in your ear before sending you off with a pat to your bottom
the driver canât help but feel like heâs shit out of luck here. the transaction is awkward, uncomfortable and he really wishes he was dealing with you instead. at least you actually smile at him
he takes the package, ignoring the way simon purposefully tightens his grip when he tries to take it from him, making him struggle. the driver gives him an awkward smile before turning to leave the shop
âoi.â simon calls out to the driver once heâs at the door. he turns around to face the butcher who gives him a look that would make any grown man shit themselves
âif I catch ya trynna look at my bird again, youâll find yourself behind this counter for different reasons.â he snarls, glowering at the poor man who can only nod his head before darting out the door with no intentions of picking up a delivery from your shop ever again
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soft dom!hee with shy!reader maybe? doesnât have to be virgin reader necessarily, love all ur fics btw
ÂŽ â WHY ARE YOU SO SHY BABY? IT'S JUST ME.
FEATURING. lee heeseung & fem!r GENRE. smut! they are friends exploring dangerous territory omgg, softdom?heeseung & shy!r WDCT. 970 WARNINGS. SMUT PG18 ofc, bare grinding? humping? yeah. ( DđžRECTORY? )
NIE.NOTES âą wrote smut after a while, hope y'all like it ă
�� tried to make it as softdom as i could idk .. my freaky ass kept going down the degradation route for some reason.
âwhat if it's me?â heeseungâs voice is hoarse, his steps carefully calculated as he gets closer to you.
âwhat if it's me who wants to see you like that?â his breath shaky, hands trembling in his soft grip on your waist and heart running a mile a second.
his eyes bore into yours. what if the one who wants to touch you all over, is me? what if the one who gets to see you moan and writhe underneath, is me? what if the one who makes you cum, is me?
and that's how you find yourself on heeseungâs bed, legs spread and head lolling back onto the pillow. back arching prettily in soft whimpers as his fingers tease you over the hello kitty panties.
god i should've worn sexier pantiesâ
âfuck baby, these panties are so hot,â his eyes focus on the way the fabric rubs against you, wet and slick. the innocent hello kitty print soakedâ drenched like you already fell over the edge once. there was something so undeniably erotic about it; heeseung couldn't pin point, but it made him so hard he could barely think straight or feel embarrassed at all.
his thumb glides over the slit in lewd squelches, groaning at the way you seem to squirm at every slide.
âyou're so sensitiveâ so responsive. if i knew you were like this earlier iâd have touched you sooner,â heeseung grunts at just the possibility of having you under him this exact way, any more than once. oh how much he regrets not grabbing this chance any sooner, like how was he even going on with his life as just a friend when he could have had this?
your hands reach up to cover your face at his words. utterly embarrassed at the kind of things leaving his mouth, your hot friend vocalizing his hot thoughts about you: it made your skin burn with fervour. craving more but feeling bashful admitting it, especially to your friend.
âdon't hide your pretty face baby,â his touch grips daint at your wrists and pries off your hands, holding them down by the side of your head. staring at each and every inch of your flushed face before he sits up to unbutton his jeans.
pulling his cock out of his boxers and jerking it off in a couple of slow strokes. wiping at the tip and smearing the precum across the entire length. his eyes lock with yours as he squeezes around the head once, hissing with pleasure at the way you seem to be so entranced at the sight of him. eyes wide and lips parted while you watch, hauling your body up to rest against your elbows on the bed;
so eager, so needy. the sexual undertones in your gaze gleaming right out despite the nervous and abashed front.
he grabs at your thighs softly, tugging you flush against him, his cock twitching over your damp panty clad pussy. one finger hooking at the side to hold it up just until he shoves his cock in, sandwiched between the wet cloth and your gushing folds.
âfuck,â heeseung chokes on air at the feel of you against him, no barriers, entirely pressed bare right into your most intimate and sensitive partâ it's heavenly. the moan you let out when he thrusts, almost breaks through his self restraint,âjustâ let's just try this firstâ fuck you feel so good baby,â his voice wavering and breath stuck in his throat.
he paws at your breasts, fondling one as he keeps grinding and thrusting. his eyes dropping to close with the immense amount of pleasure coursing through his veins, but the sight of you under him: clutching the sheets and bucking your hips to chase the highâ he doesn't want to miss even a second of it.
âheeâ it feels soââ moan.
âi know baby, i know,â his fingers brush back the hair sticking to your cheeks, hunching over your body to graze his lips against yours. mouth falling open as he mimics your expressions; albeit out of pure bliss of watching you feel good. of knowing that he's the one making you feel good. so good that you have forgotten all about how shy you were about the whole idea.
the slippery sensation of your panties soaked with precum against the tip and the slick burning heat of your pussy rubbing against the underside of his cock paired with your raw and lewd expressions is too much to bear. the sounds you let out going straight to his balls. tightening up with each little gasp and whine that falls off your pretty lips.
âi'm soâ nghââ your words die down into a soft whimper, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth in an attempt to suppress the loud moan bubbling at the back of your throat. heeseung barely holds himself back from cumming at the sight.
âfuck me too baby,â he hurriedly grabs your waist, hands squeezing and holding you tight before his thrusts speed up. sliding sloppily, his tip hitting right against your clit each time.
shit shit shit. heeseung feels you pulse against his cock as you tumble off the edge, cumming in whiny chants of his name, your back arching off the bed again. fuck she's so hot. his own orgasm being pulled out of him like a wave of lighting, cum spurting out in jets onto your clit.
it's dizzing. his cock twitching as he watches your eyes roll back and your body slump onto the mattress. chest heaving for breath, skin glistening with sweat and eyes glazed over.
it's gonna be engraved in his mind. it's a done deal. he's never gonna see you normally again. not after knowing how you look.. when you are likeâ this.
âseeâ it wasn't so bad, was it?â
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where pride meets love
synopsis: in a u.a. highschool reunion, your husband is up next in introducing his family.
pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader
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the gymnasium at u.a. is alive with activity, filled with faculty, students, and heroes from all walks of life.
katsukiâs standing near the back, holding your baby girl in his arms, her tiny hands clutching at the fabric of his hero uniform, her eyes wide as she takes in everything around her.
his expression is a mix of annoyanceâbecause honestly, this whole âfamily introductionâ thing is a bit muchâand tenderness, which only those closest to him will ever notice.
you stand beside him, your hand resting on his arm, and for a split second, you catch a glimpse of something different in his usual scowlâsomething soft.
youâve seen it before, but only in moments like this, when heâs looking at the little life in his arms or the family heâs built.
principal nezu steps forward with a polite clap of his paws.
âthank you all for coming! weâre glad to have so many wonderful alumni here today. if anyone with families would like to introduce them, nowâs your chance.â
the crowd goes quiet, waiting for someone to step up. katsuki glares around, crossing his arms over his chest, but itâs obvious heâs trying to look disinterested in the attention heâs about to receive.
it doesnât work, though. he feels all eyes on him, even before nezu directs them that way.
you give him a small smile, teasing him with a gentle nudge to his side. âyou ready to show your family off?â
he scoffs but doesnât pull away. instead, his gaze softens just a little when he looks down at your daughter, who smiles up at him with those same bright eyes you both adore so much.
his chest swells, and despite his usual gruffness, his pride is impossible to hide.
you feel it tooâthe silent understanding between the two of you, the knowledge that this moment, in front of everyone, is just another reflection of how far your life together has come.
with a sigh, katsuki straightens his back, shoulders broadening as he stands a little taller. âalright, fine. letâs get this over with,â he mutters under his breath. but then he clears his throat, lifting his chin just a bit.
he shifts his daughter against his shoulder, gently adjusting her so sheâs more comfortable in his arms, and with a look at you that says, here we go, he raises his voice for everyone to hear.
âthisââ he gestures to your baby, her tiny hands reaching for him in her usual, curious wayââthis is my kickass baby.â
he flashes a rare smile down at her, the kind that could melt the hardest of hearts, before pulling you into him with his free arm, draping it over your shoulders.
âand this here,â he says, puffing his chest out slightly, âthis is my kickass wife, y/n. the best damn woman in the world.â
you catch his eye, and for a brief moment, it feels like the whole room has faded away. thereâs only the two of you, standing side by side, as he proudly introduces you to everyone in his own way.
a few of the students near the front start whispering to each other, smiles on their faces. kirishima, always the supportive friend, claps katsuki on the back, his grin wide.
"man, you really went all out with the family introduction, huh?" kirishima laughs, his voice loud enough for katsuki to hear.
katsuki looks over at him, narrowing his eyes, but thereâs no malice in his gaze.
instead, itâs just the usual katsuki way of pretending to be annoyed. âshut it,â he growls, but his hand tightens around yours.
kirishima raises his hands in mock surrender, still chuckling. âIâm just saying, youâre looking like a proud family man.â
âdamn right I am,â katsuki mutters, his gaze falling back on your daughter, who is now gripping his finger as she babbles in her own little way.
his eyes soften again, a rare, unguarded moment that no one else seems to notice, but you do.
you always do.
as the buzz in the room continues around them, katsukiâs gaze remains fixed on your daughter, his lips pulling into the smallest of smiles as he watches her reach for his hand.
sheâs talkingâif you can call it thatâher baby words tumbling out like sheâs already got something important to say.
you can hear the quiet adoration in katsukiâs voice when he responds to her, low and soft, âyeah, yeah, I hear ya, kid.â
you lean into his side, the warmth of his arm around your shoulders feeling like home. itâs one of those moments where everything feels right.
amid the chaos, in front of so many people, katsuki looks just like the dad you always knew heâd beâstrong, protective, and completely head over heels for the tiny person in his arms.
the crowd slowly starts to disperse, some students moving towards the refreshment table, others chatting amongst themselves.
katsuki stays still, barely noticing the shift in the room. his eyes stay locked on your baby, a tiny, content smile playing at the edges of his lips.
âwant me to take her?â you ask, nudging him gently with your elbow. âyou look like you could use a break.â
katsuki looks down at your daughter, his arms tightening ever so slightly around her. she stares up at him, her big eyes soft and trusting, and for a brief second, it seems like time stands still.
then, just as quickly, he shakes his head, but the fondness in his gaze remains.
ânah,â he mutters gruffly. âsheâs good here. Iâm fine.â
you let out a small chuckle and settle against him, your hand resting gently on his arm as you watch your daughter settle down against his chest, a soft yawn escaping her lips.
katsuki pulls her a little closer, his other arm winding around you, bringing you both in.
the way his grip tightens around both of you, the way his hand moves just a little bit to the back of your neck, drawing you in closer.
you rest your cheek against his shoulder, and the sound of the crowd fades to the background.
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i feel like bucky definitely gives off like horny teenage vibes but times that by ten. like maybe y/n and bucky finally get together after the whole âwill they wonât situationâ and the minute bucky sleeps with y/n i feel like since heâs been so touched starved for like 70+ years that heâs like the most insatiable, kinkiest man y/n has ever been with , heâs touchy, heâs needy (in the best way possible) and all of the avengers are like âiâm glad youâre happy bro but put your dick away and get your hands out of your pantsâ and then heâs like ânoâ
18+ All the incoming smut. I need a cold shower wtf, this is so hot, is this even allowed? The answer is YES. yes it is. Bucky gives 10000% horny teenage energy and with that serum in his veins?
The will they won't they situation drives Bucky insane because it's gone on for long enough. He's been pining after you, too shy to actually spit it out, taking what he can get in those feeling moments you share. Lingering touches during training. Longing stares across the room. Late night talks where you're both too close to be just friends but you're not quite anything more either.
Bucky airs on the side of caution when it comes to you until he sees another man trying to get your attention from where he's seated at the bar. He's spent enough nights alone with his hand between his legs, tugging and pawing at his cock for some type of relief, surges of jealousy absolutely crush those feelings of shyness he had. By the end of the night, he has you naked in bed and he's ready to take you apart every which way but you're just too fucking pretty and he realizes he needs to be touched more than ever.
Bucky is the neediest baby on the planet, he's greedy, trying to touch every bit of you all at once. He doesn't have time to feel shame, to try and act like this is something he does on the regular. Honestly, he doesn't care that he's practically humping you like a little puppy, his hips rocking against your bare cunt, cock perfectly slotted between your folds.
"It's so fuckin' hard, angel" He moans against your neck, one hand squeezing your waist, the other reaching up you to tug your nipples. "My cock is so fuckin' hard cause of you"
He hasn't felt anything this soft in years and he's putty in your hands. He feels so sensitive all over, letting you push him onto his back so you can kneel between his thighs, your mouth so dangerously close to where he needed you so bad.
"Wait-wai-oh God, fuckkk meee" Bucky's head is thrown back with the deepest groan when you take his flushed tip into your mouth, dribbles of precum wetting your already silky tongue. He nearly shoots when you pull off with a pop and dip down to play with his sac, your warm mouth so much different from his hand.
"Oh my god my balls are so fuckin' heavy, yeah just like that baby, never had em' sucked before, fuck I- m'cumming!" His back arches and he has to careful not to clamp his legs shut as he starts to cum without warning. His hips thrust up against the air and his hands rush down to hold onto your head as he practically rubs his balls against you.
"Let's empty your cock, baby" You coo when his orgasm starts to slow, your hand coming up to wrap around his now semi hard cock. Your slow strokes cause spurts to dribble out and he starts to get harder against your palm.
"Shit, m'getting hard again baby, put it in your pussy, c'mon please angel, wanna feel it, it's been so long" Bucky's always considered himself a dominant man but that was until it came to you. He was definitely going to redeem himself but not tonight. Tonight he was just a needy slut for you and he was going to own every bit of it.
He spreads apart his thighs more for you to see how big and hard he is, not like you didn't know. He's pouting with those flushed cheeks, pupils blown, pawing at your body to get on top.
"Can I suck your boobs, wanna suck em' so bad, fuck-c'mere, put your nipples in my mouth angel, feed me those perfect breasts with my cock in you"
"Ready Jamie?-
"Yeah, yeah please, m'ready I promise, I'll be good, my balls are full again, feel them, please, wanna empty my cock" You hush his needy whines, reaching behind and cupping his sack with a smirk on your face.
"S'full again baby?"
"So full" He nods, his jaw falling slack when you start to sink down on him, chest heaving, how the fuck was he already ready to blow, there was no way-
"FUCKKKK" He cried out, shoving his hips up so he was stuffed all the way, pulling you down and rolling over, giving you sloppy thrusts while cum spilled from his sensitive head.
"Don't even think I came this fast the first time I touched myself" Bucky mumbles against your neck, practically purring while basking in the best post orgasm haze he's ever felt. He loves the smell of raw sex filling the room, your combined arousal the best thing on the planet. He's not ashamed from cumming multiple times, hardly lasting, making such a sticky mess on the bed.
He's too busy getting in all his needy cuddles while you baby him like he deserves, kissing his forehead and rubbing his back, cooing at the way he hugs you extra tight.
But it doesn't stop there.
Bucky is insatiable and after finally getting a taste, he's not going to stop now.
"For fucks sake Barnes" Sam shakes his head seeing Bucky make out with you while your perched on the kitchen island, the sight sort of wholesome except he can see the way the soldier is slotted between your thighs. Your legs wrap around him and Bucky's hips are rutting against your core, shamelessly trying to hump you, barely muffled groans slipping past his lips. If rubbing his dick on you was all he could get, then he'd fuckin' take it without a question.
It wouldn't be the first time.
You'd been caught more than once in the middle of missions. Bucky knew he was down bad when he was injured once and forced to just keep surveillance over a mission you were leading. He was watching everything on a large screen, lasting all of 5 minutes watching you in combat unless he couldn't handle the ache between his legs anymore. At first he hid what he was doing pretty well.
Then you sliced someone's neck and-
"Oh fuck me!"
"You better be shot, stabbed or missing an eyeball" Sam hissed through the coms while Tony's cackled crackled through, everyone's frequency synced to keep in contact.
"Sounds like he's the one whose about to shoot-
"FUCK BOTH OF YOU"
"MMPH" Bucky didn't bother responding, continuing to jerk his cock off while watching his gorgeous girlfriend.
"I know you're happy with y/n, and I'm happy for you both, trust me, but for the love of God can you please get your hand out of your pants?!"
The muffled groan that follows has Sam contemplating letting his wings fall off mid flight. Steve nearly gets stabbed with how distracted he is.
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"Does Barnes every put his dick away?" Clint snorts hearing the muffled sounds of the bed hitting the wall from Bucky's room and seeing as you're nowhere to be found, it's clear what's happening.
"No. No he does not"
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Sweet pup
Male!Yandere Witch x Fem!Puppy hybrid Reader
Bunniâs Monstertober
Oct 11th
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summary: when you go into heat, your owner is determined to keep up with you this time.
warning: yandere behavior, youâre in heat, a bit of teasing, aphrodisiacs, breeding, cock becomes a knot
A/N: sorry for the late entry,, I passed out while working on this last night and lost all of my progress because I didnât save,, thankfully this was already short so I just finished it up, but it was still demotivating :(
You let out a pitiful whine as your witch owner ignored you, instead paying attention to his potions and spells.
You could feel yourself going into heat, and wanted him to help you⌠maybe he could whip up some potion to make it all go away!
âMmphâŚâ
You pouted, nuzzling into his neck from behind and sniffing at his scent as your puppy tail wagged. He stopped for a moment to scratch between your ears, thinking thatâs all you wanted.
But when you began to pant and your hips rutted against the back of his chair, he began to understand what was going on.
âFeeling⌠warm, little one?â
A whine escaped your throat, and you let out a happy sigh when he lifted you up and settled you into his lap.
âYesâŚâ
When you attempted to hump his leg to ease the ache in your cunt, he squeezed your thigh. âTsk, tsk⌠is that how we behave, pup?â
Your ears flattened against your head in shame, and you looked away from his intense green eyes. â⌠noâŚâ
He smiled, moving his fingers down your chubby belly and into the soft lacy panties he bought for you.
âSo wet already⌠such a needy pup, arenât you?â
You whined, pawing at his chest with your shaky hands as he reached over. Barely able to think, you stared as your owner popped the cork of a pink potion, downing it within seconds.
Before you could ask what it was, you were being pinned to his desk, your pussy having to stretch around his cock to fit him in.
âF-fuck, thatâs my good girl, so tightâŚâ
Your tail wagged, and you tried your best to lift up your plump ass, trying to display it for him. It was cute, you really acted like a puppy in heat.
âW-what was in that potion?â you babbled out as he rammed his cock against your cervix. He held onto your tail for leverage, continuing to slam into you.
âAn aphrodisiac⌠and a surprise for laterâŚâ
Before, your owner had never been able to keep up with your heats. It left him feeling inadequate, paranoid that youâd go looking for a real mate to satisfy your needs.
You were his, HIS mate, his little pup. The very thought of someone else even looking at you made his chest heavy with jealousy.
But being the smart witch he was, he brewed up a potion that increased his staminaâŚ
And as he came inside of you, you yelped, feeling his knot swell up in your fat cunt.
There was the surprise.
âGood pup⌠gonna give you a litter, I promiseâŚâ
He kissed your neck, nuzzling softly against you as his sweet pup panted beneath him.
âYouâre mineâŚâ he cooed against your ear, his hand rubbing at the bulge in your belly. âNo one can lay a hand on you but me, understand?â
But you were already fast asleep, suckling on his finger to comfort yourself. He let out a sigh, picking you up once his knot went down and carrying you to bed.
âSweet thing⌠Iâll never let you go, you know that?â
âââââââ
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No Hands - Chris Sturniolo Fanfic
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Summary: After picking on Chris for being an extremely touchy person, the two of you make a bet. Will Chris be able to control himself long enough to win?
Warnings: MDNI/ smut/ chrisxfem!reader/ bf!chris/ unprotected p n v (use a fucking rubber)/ oral (fem receiving)/ touchy! chris x needy! reader/ competitive! chris/ use of "you"/couldn't tell ya how many words
A/N: Time for a Chris fanfic! I am still new to writing, so bear with me. The song loosely relates to the fic. Interactions are appreciated! Pls don't steal my shit. Thx!đ
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"Keep your filthy fucking paws off of me," Nick says pushing his brother, Chris, away from him. Chris had wrapped his arm around Nick's shoulders as the two of them spoke.
Your boyfriend Chris is probably the most physically affectionate person that you know. He is always eager to touch those he cares about the most. Whenever it comes to you, Chris loses all self-control. He needs to be touching you in some way at all times; like he'll go insane without the feeling of your body against his in some way, shape, or form.
"You have got to be the touchiest motherfucker that I know, seriously," Nick continues, dusting the remanence of Chris' hands off of his shoulders.
"Shut up," Chris chuckles, pushing Nick backwards.
Nick looks up shocked. His eyes move back and forth from yours and Matt's, Nick and Chris' other brother. You and Matt begin to laugh uncontrollably.
"Please tell me you two fucking see this. I mean this is absurd! Even when I ask him not to touch me, he touches me. It's crazy!" Nick states completely dumbfounded.
Chris is laughing along with you and Matt. He begins to walk towards Matt, reaching out to grab his arm as he loses control of his body.
"Don't bring that shit over here," Matt says out of breath, wiping the tears from his eyes, failing to reel himself in.
Chris looks at you through squinted eyes. You simply open your arms as he walks towards you. He knew that you wouldn't turn down his touch. Chris stands in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck, laughing profusely into your skin.
"Can we please talk about this?!" Nick begins, still completely shocked. "I have never seen anything like this. Like he actually needs to be studied. He has always been "touchy feely", but ever since he got a girlfriend, it has multiplied by a gabillion." The room is still filled with the laughter of Chris and Matt, yours no longer producing noise.
"I mean seriously, I feel so bad for you. I can guarantee that you never get a fucking second to just breathe!" Nick exclaims.
You somehow manage to catch your breath and gain composure.
"It doesn't bother me. I've gotten used to it," you reply, rubbing your hand up and down Chris' back, attempting to calm him down.
Nick releases a scoff, letting you know that he doesn't believe you.
"Anyways, back to what I was saying," Nick begins shaking his head. He's looking at you, the only one stable enough to understand him. "Me and Matt are going to the store; do you want us to get you guys anything; besides some fucking giggle juice?"
"No, I think that's all we need," you reply, letting out a small laugh. Your whole body is now shaking at the intensity of Chris' reaction to Nick's last statement.
"Alright, we will be back in a few hours," Nick says, practically dragging Matt out of the door, him and Chris continuing to crack up.
The door shuts and Chris is eventually able to control himself. He pulls his head out of your neck and looks in your eyes, a huge grin spread across his face.
"Let's go to my room and find something to do until they get back," Chris says, his fingers running up and down your sides. You meet his lips with a short peck.
"I've got something in mind," you say smirking at him.
The two of you walk to Chris' room, holding hands of course. You have been trying to convince Chris to watch all of your favorite movies and now is the perfect time to start. Chris turns on the movie, "Five Feet Apart," and the two of you lay in his bed. As the film goes on, you can't help but think about what Nick was saying earlier. You are now very observant of how often Chris asks for a kiss or squeezes you tighter. When he gets up out of bed to grab a drink, you begin to laugh out loud at your own thoughts. Chris comes back into the room as you're laughing uncontrollably, trying to think of any moment he has spent any amount of time without physical contact.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Chris asks, taking a sip of his Pepsi as he stands in his doorway.
You swing your legs over the side of the bed to face your boyfriend.
"I was just thinking about what Nick was saying. I genuinely cannot think of a time that you went 5 minutes without touching me," you say.
Chris smirks and shakes his head. He begins to walk closer to you.
"Do you really think that I touch you a lot?" he asks, taking another drink.
"What do you mean think? You can't keep your hands off of me," you let out a small laugh.
"Yes, I can," Chris states in a cocky manner. "You touch me just as much as I touch you." He sits his drink down and gives you a smug look, stepping closer to you.
"Fine then. Let's make a deal. Until Nick and Matt get back, we have to keep our hands to ourselves. You can't touch me, and I won't touch you," you flick your brow up as you propose the idea to Chris.
"And why would I do that?" he says, laughing at your playfulness.
âTo prove a point.â
Chris looks around the room for a second, thinking about what you said.
âHow about we make this a little bit harder, since Nick and Matt aren't here,â he says, an arrogant look on his face. Chris bends down to whisper in your ear. âHow about I do some things that make it harder for both of us to keep our hands off of each other.â
He then places an open-mouthed kiss to the spot right behind your ear. He tugs lightly on the bottom of your earlobe before pulling away. The combination of his warm breath, wet kiss, and teeth pulling on your skin, sends a feeling of arousal throughout your body. Chris looks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly able to see what he's doing to you.
"And why would I that?" you say, mocking him. Chris' eyes trail up and down your body, not missing a single curve.
"If I win, I get to touch you anywhere I want, wherever I want, anytime I want for a week, and you don't get to say shit to me about it." Chris runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he finishes his sentence. Just the thought of having any part of you at his fingertips whenever he pleased made him grow hard.
"And if I win," you start, noticing the tent forming at the crotch of his pants, " I get to wear as little as I want, whenever I want, and you can look all you want, but you can't touch, for a week." You smile up at Chris, seeing him picture you in the smallest article of clothing in his head.
"I think you've got yourself a deal," Chris says, moving even closer to you.
You lift off of the bed slightly, sliding your hands underneath of your ass, pressing them into the bed. Chris places his hands on the bed, one on either side of your hips. Your lips connect almost immediately, the two of you aching to touch now that you can't. The kiss is deep and passionate, the both of you long for more. You remove your hands from underneath you, pulling off the shirt and pants you're wearing. Chris' lips leave yours and meet your collarbone without hesitation. His hungry kisses across your skin deepen your desire for him to touch you. Chris has seen you in a bra and underwear plenty of times. Removing your clothes doesn't seem to faze him much.
"This is too easy," you say, a smile spreading across your face. Your hands reach behind your back and unbuckle your bra. You drop it on the floor, scoot away from Chris, and lay down on the bed.
Chris stands up completely. His eyes roam over your entire body, lingering on your breasts. Lacking a good poker face, Chris' expression confirmed that you just made things 10 times harder for him, in multiple different ways. He tugs at his bottom lip as he soaks in the amount of skin you have exposed.
"That's not fair," he laughs, his eyes touching every part of your figure that his hands should be feeling.
Chris removes all of his clothes, only leaving his boxers. Your eyes trail over his body. Your eyes widen when you see the bulge in his underwear. A small chuckle escapes Chris' lips at your face. His eyes never leave yours as he removes his underwear seductively, his entire body now on display.
"Now we're even," he says. Chris moves across the room and climbs on top of you, careful to keep both of his hands on the bed.
The air chills your uncovered body. Chris' lips only momentarily heating the areas that they touch. It isn't enough. You need his hands on you. Messy kisses are placed all around your frame as he travels down you. After reaching the waist band of your underwear, Chris moves directly to your inner thighs, devouring them. Your hips begin to buck upwards, wanting his mouth on the place covered by soaked fabric.
"Take them off," Chris says placing a single gentle peck to the front of your underwear.
You shake your head while biting your lip. You earnestly wanted his hands on you and refused to help him out any longer.
"You do it," you said, your heart racing.
"I'm not losing this bet," he responds placing a gentle kiss to either side of your pelvic bone. Suddenly, his tongue slides under the left side wing of your underwear. He pinches the material between his teeth and slides one side of your underwear down to your thigh. He slowly moves to the right side of your body and performs the same motion. His intention is to draw this process out as long as he can, hoping you'll cave. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. As soon as one side reaches your ankle, you begin to shake them off yourself, flinging them into the floor.
"Someone's impatient," Chris smiles. He knows you won't last much longer.
His head dives between your legs, his tongue licking up the need that is dripping from you. You let out a whimper, gripping onto the bed sheets, miserably trying to keep your hands busy. Chris' tongue splits you in half as his nose applies pressure to your clit. He begins to speed up his motion, his tongue now forming small circles around your most sensitive area. Your legs begin to squeeze inward, Chris' head between them acting as a magnet. You can't help but squirm, the intense feeling of pleasure taking over your body. All of your movement is making it difficult for Chris. He is unable hold your legs down, forcing them to stay put.
"If you don't stop moving, I'm going to have to stop," he says, momentarily pulling his lips off of you.
Your moans get louder as Chris proceeds to eat you out. Your legs begin to shake as you attempt to keep from moving, not wanting him to quit. His tongue slips inside of your opening. Your back arches off of the bed. He begins to eat you as sloppily as he can, wanting more than just his tongue to be inside of you. Your toes start to curl. He begins to shake his head back and forth, his tongue flicking in all directions, only stopping to suck on your ball of nerves. You cling onto the sheets for dear life. You're starting to get close. Don't do it. Your hands lose their hold on the bedsheets and find themselves in Chris' hair as you practically levitate off of the bed.
"Oh fuck!" you scream, on the edge of release.
Chris pulls away from you. You did touch him after all. Suddenly his eyes meet yours from in between your legs. His thumb brushes over his lips, gathering all of your remnants before sucking them off of his skin.
"I win," he says with a cocky smirk.
In a swift motion, Chris grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder, plunging himself inside of you, burying his dick as deep in your walls as possible. As he thrusts in and out of you frantically, his hands touch every part of your body, making up for lost time. The two of you moan loudly at the feeling of him touching you inside and out. It doesn't take long before your stomach clenches and you reach your orgasm, Chris' warm cum coating your insides at the same time. As the two of you ride out your high, your hands continue to feel every part of each other. Chris slumps on top of you, wrapping his arms around you, and burying his face in your chest. Your arms embrace him, pulling him closer. After a few moments of relishing the feeling of you both on top of one another, Chris leaves your body to grab a towel and pull on his clothes. As he cleans you up, he makes sure to touch you in every way he can. He throws the towel on the floor and grabs your clothes, insisting on dressing you as well. He starts with your underwear and pants, wanting to see you topless as long as possible. Before putting your bra back on, he takes your breasts in both of his hands and squeezes, kissing you tenderly.
"You better get used to that," he says, pulling away from your mouth and sliding your bra on. "I've got a whole 7 days to do that whenever I want."
For the next week, Chris took as much advantage of his prize as possible. When meeting up with his family he would hug you as long and hard as he could. When around his brothers at home, he would palm your ass with both hands, squeezing roughly and kissing you with passion. Even when hanging out in public settings with your friend group, you would find at least one of his hands wandering from your thigh and meeting the sweet spot in between your legs.
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To see how Chris takes advantage of him reward in more detail, click here to read: 7 Days (âNo Handsâ Extension)
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18+ mdni; gn!reader + dub/noncon + piss kink
mean, mean suguru, who pushes down on your bladder with a sick grin, completely ignoring the way youâre pawing at his arms, begging for him to stop. you glance back and over your shoulder in hopes of him showing you mercy but to your misfortune, your tear-stained cheeks and your pleading eyes only make him want to do it even more.Â
his lips brush against your temple as he coos at you, the hushed praise he drowns you in so sickeningly sweet that refusing him becomes simply impossible. he holds you close, your back pressed flush against his broad chest while his one hand stays splayed across your lower tummy and the other holds onto your neck, successfully (and way too easily) keeping you right where he wants you.Â
his warm breath fans your skin. âlet go for me, angel, hm?â
condescending.
you already know that heâll tease you for it if you do as he asks, heâll never let you live it down but⌠you canât hold it. the pressure is building fast, way too fast, and he can fucking tell. you squirm on his lap, twisting one way and then another but to no avail â you canât pull away nor can you push away. more tears cascade over the apples of your cheeks and you just feel so helpless.Â
suguru doesnât care that youâre clawing at his arms, he doesnât care that your nails are tearing into his skin; all he can hear is your adorable mewls and your pathetic little attempts of making him stop. he canât wait for you to turn pliant and docile as you melt into him after him. he knows youâll do it because he knows you.Â
he knows what you want and what you need better than you do.Â
you cry out his name when he presses his hand into you even stronger but before you can beg him some more, the band in your lower tummy snaps and you feel warmth spread from between your thighs.Â
soaking your own clothes and his, you shake and tremble as embarrassment burns your body. suguru lets you sit there for a moment, knowing that youâre ashamed to your core.Â
knowing that heâll get to comfort you now.Â
âmy baby.âÂ
the words come out like a purr and you hate how they make your heart stutter.Â
he snakes his arms around you, so he can hold you properly now, and swoons when you try to nuzzle back into him. you reach up and bury your hand into his hair, tugging him a little closer to yourself.Â
with your head resting back on his chest and your eyes closed, you canât see the way his lips curl up into another grin. he treasures every sniffle you give him, he takes them as his precious rewards.Â
his bulge presses into your back and you do your best to ignore it. your body is so tired, youâre fucking exhausted from all of the crying. but when he rolls his hips forward, you know it isnât over just yet.Â
suguruâs thumb meets the plush flesh of your wobbly lower lip and he canât help but let out a pleased hum as he pushes inside. he feels over your sharp canines without ever looking away from your mouth and you watch his eyes grow darker when he presses down onto your tongue. so warm and so wet, youâre fucking perfect.Â
his gaze finds yours and your breath hitches at the sight of his wolfish grin.Â
âmust be hungry now though, yeah?âÂ
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kinktober â๨ৠentry #3 ; throat training w nanami kento .á
dear diary âĄ,
last night, i gave kento a blowjob / head ! it was terrible, though, and iâm surprised he didnât hate it! it was my first time â i was spluttering all over the place and messed up his pants >< so embarrassing! iâm embarrassed to even reminisce back to the scene! i dunno . . i think, maybe he liked it because he kept groaning (?) and i swear it was growing harder and harder in my mouth each time i choked. i heard that guys like those things . . at the mention of choking â his cock was hitting the back of my throat so much and making me teary! because he didnât let me touch or wipe my face, i bet i looked so stupid with teary eyes and a big cock in my mouth (T_T) even though itâs all terribly embarrassing, i canât help but want to do it again . .
âkenny, dâyou still like me?â you quip, joking half-heartedly. you sink into the couch besides him, tossing your leg over his. he lets out a soft grunt, tugging your body closer and onto his â falling pliant against his warmth.
âwhy do you ask, honey? of course i do.â he speaks, purring against his chest. âhowâs your throat?â
you huff, nuzzling closer into his chest and taking a longed whiff of scent. fuck. âkenny . . i wanna do it again.â
âwhat is it you want to do again, doll?â he questions, his fingers twirling into the soft strands of your hair.
âwanâwanna suck your dick again.â you whine, pressing your chin onto his chest and looking up at him. heâs already peering down at you, admiring the soft shimmer of need and want in your eyes. âplease . .â
âhmm . . no can do doll.â he hums, grinning at your dedication. his hand leaves your hair, coming to softly wrap around your throat. you let out a soft, pained squeak, the ache in your throat prominent. âsee? youâre still hurting here.â
ââs only a bit . .â you whine hoarsely as his hand snakes to the back of your neck, tugging you close to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. âmaking you feel gâgood is more important.â
âthatâs not true. your health is most important, sweet girl.â he speaks sternly, laying against the cushion and taking you down with him. you can feel the chub of his cock beginning to stiffen, prodding against your tummy where you lay against him. your innocent demeanor and soft tone donât fit the conversationâs topic â maybe thatâs whatâs making him so fucking hard.
you giggle, tracing a finger down his chest, feeling his heaves grow manual. âkento, can feel you gettinâ hard below me.â you purr, tugging yourself higher up onto his body by his neck. you wrap your arms tightly around his strong neck, as tight as it permits with his huge collarbones. you nuzzle against his cheek, pressing an abundance of kisses onto his freshly shaven face. âlet me, jusâ teach me, i know you want to.â
he growls when you paw at his bulge, bucking his hips into your hand as his way of approval. you giggle â heâs too easy. but how could he say no to those gorgeous begging orbs and your soft squeaks of his name? darling â he is a strong man but . . not that strong.
nanami flips you under him, arms caged around your body as he hovers over you. he stands tall, eyes never leaving your face as his hand drags across his clothes bulge, making the shape prominent through his sweats. âcome here.â he commands, and you reach your arms forward, crawling towards him on fours like an obedient puppy.
you paw at the waistband of his pants and he lets you â lets you tug down on the loose fabric to reveal his now thinly clothed cock solely covered by his cotton briefs. you feel yourself damn near salvitate at the sight before you, easily able to locate his bridged tip that lays clad against his right thigh. âhow does your throat feel?â
ââs alright kento . .â you mumble with no regards for your throat, eyes zeroed in on the fat tip of his cock you need to suck on.
âhey. do you remember what i taught you yesterday?â he chuckles, fingers tapping on your hot cheek to bring you back to reality. your eyes flutter back into his face, giving him a soft nod before leaning into the apple of his palm. his hand moves from where it once laid against your cheek to the bottom of your jaw, pulling you forward and mere inches away from his shaft. he uses a thumb to tug down at the band of his briefs, teasing his fat, blushed tip right in your face. you whine, pacing back and forth from his face to his cock for a green light â and he gives you a nod.
you give his damp slit a soft, shaky peck, growing goosebumps across the back of your arms and across your back when you hear him chuckle. youâre nervous and he can tell â but he wonât make you a fool. his hand still cups your jaw gently, thumb trailing to press at your puffy lower lip as a way to signal â stick out your tongue.
and of course you do â pink tongue sticking out before giving his slit an experimental lick, laying the hot muscle fully across his leaking hole. he groans at the warmth and velvet touch, and you feel him twitch below your tongue. it doesnât take long for your confidence to boast, enveloping his fat cock head with your soft, chubby lips.
kento sighs, his right leg stepping up on the cushioned couch where youâre sprawled. he tugs the remainder of his briefs below his plump balls, giving you the full view of his swollen, flushed shaft before you. itâs intimidating of course â but, you can do it. youâre sure you can.
with confidence soaring through your body, and a low groan to boost so, you take him further into your mouth, slobbering over the first few inches of his shaft. you moan at the stiff being in your mouth, running your tongue on the underside of his top before swirling it over. âfuck.â
nanami quickly bucks his hips, mumbling quiet apologies when he hears you squeak from the sudden movement. you peer up at him, his disheveled hair and heavy pants paired with lidded eyes tell you something he doesnât need to express verbally.
âare you ready to take more?â he asks all sultry, as if he was offering you a sweet treat. in a sense, he was.
you nod gently, sure to keep your teeth away from the shaft. itâs sensitive here, try to keep your teeth tucked in, and donât bite down no matter how much it hurts.
you flashback to the night before, cunt quivering at the reminder. his hands grip a tad tighter at your jaw, pressing himself into your mouth further than you had expected â his cock slides to the left side of your cheek. he moans wantonly, gently thrusting at the soft walls of your mouth.
you look great like this.
he readjusts himself, pulling himself out before pressing himself deep into the depths of your mouth as you permit it to â finally hitting the rim of your throat. he gives it an experimental thrust, and low and behold comes what you have dreaded most ; you gag.
you look up to him with watery eyes, swollen lips pulling away from his shaft with his cock still lodged deep in your mouth. you splutter â coughing lowly at the intrusion.
âsee? youâre still much too inexperienced to take it.â he chuckles, giving your throat another gentle squeeze. to his entertainment, it makes you gag again, the rim of your throat tightening and he feels it all.
your brows furrow, and you sniffle gently, desperate to reach to wipe away the forming tears. without remorse, nanaminâs hips press forward, bulging at your resisting throat. âopen up.â he groans, a hand coming to swipe away your hairs.
you do â you try â loosening your jaw and throat like he taught you the night before. his chubby tip lodges deep into your throat at the intial loosening, and you gag harshly around him. âcalm down darling,â he coos, thumb coming up to wipe at your damp cheeks and nuzzle your face in a comforting sense. he thrusts slowly, careful not to trigger another gag. your sniffles are staggered, eyes shut tight, ânice and slow . . .â he drags out, nearly stuffing the remainder of himself down your swollen throat. the ache in your throat is growing more prominent, as is the ache in your sore cunt. it aches everywhere, and you need kento to satiate it.
"you're making me so proud, darling." nanami's leg steps forward, closing the distance between your mouth and the base of his cock. you sigh internally, body shivering when you feel his dewy balls against your chin, the damp sweat making it so that his ball sack sticks to you. you bravely press yourself deeper into him, another low gag is elicited but it doesn't stop you from nuzzling against his manhood, taking a longed whiff of his honey-blonded bush. the rough patch of hair rubs against your nose, making you moan. you look up to him again, eyes lidded and lashes fluttering incessantly â god, you drive him crazy. he looks away â he has to, or he might just cum deep in that warm throat of yours and disappoint you, darling.
his hand readjusts, the one once gripping your jaw comes up to tug at your hair once youâve adjusted to him. âbaby listens to her daddy so well, doesnât she?â your heart flutters at the mention of your favorite nickname for him â his eyes meeting yours expectingly. you nod with your eyes, pupils slowly dilating into hearts. âdoing such a great job warming and sucking daddyâs cock.â
he tugs you back by your hair, watching strings of spit drag across his shaft from your warming mouth. nanami gradually increases the pace of his fucking, his tug on your hair growing a bit stronger, hips moving harsher. your eyes shut tight to prepare yourself for a proper fucking, pacing yourself to acclimate to his well-earned blowjob after these training sessions. âdaddyâll make sure you feel so good after this, okay? just let me use my sweet babyâs throat right now, just for a bit.â he groans, shooting you a soft smile before you feel a harsh pump to the back of your throat â a short spurt of cum dribbling straight down your throat.
oh â youâre in for a long night.
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KISS IT BETTER , jj maybank
ââ KINKTOBER: PERIOD SEX
"kiss it better, baby." â rihanna, kiss it better.
jj maybank x gf!reader
(18+) unprotected sex, period sex, use of a vibrator, praise, extra sweet!jj
your period is ruining your day and jj makes it all better (like only he can)
KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST
the very second jj pushed inside you, you instantly felt at ease. like all your problems and discomfort were melting away solely because he was flooding your senses. you both shuddered when he buried himself all the way. jj's eyes flickered to yours, and he licked his lips.
"love how easy it is to slip inside your pussy when you're like this, baby."
jj had never been shy about period sex. in fact, he made it a point to show you that he craved it. the way your body grew even more responsive. the way the sensitivity of your most knee-weakening spots multiplied. he'd kiss you and you'd mewl for him. pawing at him every few mintues when you needed his attention. needed his lips on your skin and his hands in frisky places.
and also, he had no clue why, but something about it was just so...intimate. and it was crazy becase everyone on the island knew that jj was not the type to use the word intimate.
come on, now.
you were special. you had to be with the way he treated you and eased all your pain like it was second nature to him. he always told you, i got that magic touch, pretty girl. and now, you really, really believed him.
"'n your body's so much more tender, right, baby? almost came when i was licking those pretty nipples, huh?"
jj's hips continued to rock into you with a soothing motion. every inch of him rubbed at your walls, massaging and wringing out every last bit of agony before replacing it with sheer and utter pleasure. your cunt squelched even louder than normal onto the towel laid out beneath you due to the obviously different circumstances, but god, your body was on fire with delight.
even so, you couldn't help the doubts from creeping in. typical hormones.
"j," you whined, though you clawed at his thick shoulders. "s'makin a mess."
jj simply shook his head at you, leaning downward on his forearms. they caged you in while his forehead kissed yours. his eyes never left yours as he spoke. "don't sweat it, mama. focus on me, 'kay? feel that cock slidin' in 'n out..." he smirked with pride when you cried out for him. "yeah...how's that? you feelin' good, my queen?"
"s-so good," you assured him. your lips brushed against his, before you pulled back to look at him with every ounce of desperation you had. "need you, j. need you so bad."
"don't worry, baby. i got you, yeah? gonna make it all better for you. promise."
for a moment, jj's hips came to a halt, and you were left whining in protest. your legs wrapped around his waist securely, just in case he decided to up and abandon you. lucky for you, though, all he did was reach into your night table and grab your vibrator. he switched it on with ease like he'd done many times before, and drew it down the middle of your torso. you sighed as it buzzed down the valley of your breasts, the length of your stomach, and then all the way to rest on your clit. you hissed at the sensation, the sound growing louder as jj started to move inside of you again. he kept himself propped up with his other arm, staring down at you with near heart eyes.
"goddamn, my girl's pretty when she's gettin' fucked."
"fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck. i'm gonna cum, j. shit," you rambled, feeling your high creep in you faster than expected with the added sensation. your tits rose and fell heavily as you panted, tempting jj to go temporarily insane.
"go for it, baby. soak my fuckin' cock." you nodded at his encouragement, limbs clinging to him like a koala while he fucked your cunt. all of your hormonal aches and pains were long forgotten as he talked you through it, showering you with love in typical jj fashion. "s'not fair. love you so much, mama...hate watchin' you suffer. y'deserve to feel good all the time. lemme help you."
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