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Nerd!Nanami who whispers filthy praises into your ear while youâre sitting in his lap and his fingers are curling deep up into your cunt.
Heâs got his glasses on but theyâre sitting center on the bridge of his sharp nose, allowing them to slide down slowly since heâs too distracted with you to push them up like normal.
Youâre facing him and your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck, legs spread nice and pretty over his lap while he drives his thick veiny fingers up into your leaky hole. With every moan you let out into his ear, his cock bulges harder against his tight tan slacks.
Rolling his hips up slightly in an attempt of getting some friction, Nanamiâs all in your ear whispering to you. âSo wet fâme ân Iâve barely even touched you all day. Did you miss my fingers that much, sweetheart?â He talks as if you werenât dry humping him less than twenty minutes prior to thisâŠ
Even so, you nod and your lips graze his ear. âUhuh,â You babble, feeling his fingertips curve right against your g-spot before rubbing against it genteelly.
âWords, pretty girl. Talk to me.â Nanami hushes out to you while dragging his fingers outwards slowly before plunging them right back in and listening to the gorgeous squelch that rings out from your pussy.
Your arms cage his neck all the more tighter and your hips jerk forwards. âFuck. You w-were busy with work all day Kenâ, hnngh⊠couldnât s-stop thinkinâ about your hands ân how much Iâoh fuuck, I m-missed them.â
His lips curve into a knowing smile and he has to adjust his legs below you slightly to stop himself from snatching his fingers out of you and bouncing you up ân down his cock for that entire statement alone. Nanami loves it when you talk while he pleases you, he loves the way your words come out all pitched and full of pleasure, just canât get enough of it.
âIs that so?â He hums simply with a tortuous swivel of his two fingers against your walls that has your legs caging around his thighs tightly. âDid you touch yourself to those thoughts too? Hm?â Nanamiâs voice has you dripping all down the skin of his hand, your slick shiny against his wrist as it drips off of him and right over his bulge.
You drop your head into the crook of his neck and roll your hips forward in an attempt of riding the fingers heâs fucking you with. âN-No but, I wanted to.â You admit honestly.
Nanami suppresses a groan. He can only imagine how needy you were for him, probably squeezing your thighs together all day just because you missed him. âAw,â Nanami coos deeply in that smooth honey-coated baritone of his, âYou shouldâve done it and then sent me a video. I wouldâve stopped working and came to help you, sweetheart.â
Your breath hitches at the thought alone and you immediately start lifting your hips to escape the overwhelming rush of pleasure, to which Nanami places his other hand on your waist and keeps you in place.
âStay still, pretty girl. Lemme take care of you,â Heâs whispering to you again, digging his fingers in and out and in and out while slipping his thumb up and rolling circles over your twitching clit. âDonât run when yâknow she missed me this much. Sânot nice.â
âKento,â You whine in a desperate tone before sliding one of your hands down to hold his wet wrist.
Nanami only increases the pace of his fingers at the sound of your wines, allowing the slicks of your pussy to overtake your small noises rather quickly. Then, he turns his head and kisses at your neck just as you lift and toss your head back. Sucking on your skin, staring up at you intimately, fucking his fingers you adore so much deeper inside youâNanami makes it so very clear that he just loves pleasing you like this.
âAfter this,â He speaks hotly into your skin and he can feel your cunt pulsing and clenching around him with every word. âIf you help me finish my paper withinâ thirty minutes, Iâll fuck you all night jusâ like you want me to.â As his little challenge leaves him, youâre making a mess of his two fingers.
Gasping, âMmnh, really?â Which only makes him smile because he knows damn well heâs going to do that regardless of the paper he has due tonight.
âReally.â Nanami confirms.
Hell, heâll fuck you while he completes the damn paper if he has toâŠ
Heâs practically picturing it nowâhaving you bent over his work desk, rolling his hips firmly into yours and driving his fat cock in and out of your sopping walls while he simultaneously reaches over to your side and messily writes or types out what he needs to.
Your moans and soft whimpers of his name would be distracting, sure. But Nanamiâs pretty sure he can fill you and his paper up at the same time with no problemsâŠ
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No Nut November challenge~Pope Heyward
Warning: +18, smut, english is not my first language.
It was a November afternoon and the air was cold and pungent. You and Pope were lying together on the old couch of John B, with a blanket that held you tight, looking for warmth in silence. Pope, usually always calm and measured, could not hide his frustration. It had only been a week but the "No Nut November" challenge seemed to put him to the test.
His dark eyes were resting on you, trying to keep control, but you could see very well how much more intense than usual was her gaze, how her hands trembled every time they touched you.
"Pope, are you all right?" you asked, pretending innocence as a provocative smile lit up on your lips.
"Yes... yes, all right," he replied, though his eyes said otherwise. You knew he wanted to win the challenge, maybe to prove something to himself or just to see how far he could go.
As you approached him, you bit your lip, letting your eyes touch it from above to below. "Are you sure?" Whispering to him, bringing a hand to his chest and slowly sliding fingers along his shirt, until they touch his waist. His breath became deeper and you felt that he was struggling to not give in.
"Donât... donât do it," he managed to say in a hoarse voice, without taking his eyes off your own. But you kept playing, drawing little circles with your fingers on her skin, under the cloth.
With a mischievous smirk, you whisper in his ear, "What if you donât win this challenge? What happens?" You heard him tremble, trying to keep control, but his eyes revealed the growing desire he was desperately trying to contain.
With your gaze fixed on him, you drew even closer, letting your lips touch his ear. You felt his breath held, the beat accelerated under your hand resting on his chest.
"Come on, Pope..." you mumbled in a sweet, provocative voice. "You know youâre just making it harder for yourself." You left a soft kiss on his neck, feeling a shiver through his body. He was clearly on the edge, struggling between the desire to resist and the desire to surrender completely.
Pope closed his eyes, a barely perceptible moan escaped from his lips. "No... You canât do this to me," she whispered, but her voice sounded less convinced than before.
You looked at him with that provocative smile, biting your lip as your hands slid lower, drawing imaginary lines along his hips. You felt how his muscles were tensed under your touch, his will to resist crumbled little by little.
"Tell me you donât want..." you whisper to him, your fingers playing carelessly with the hem of his shirt. "Tell me you donât think about it every time weâre alone."
Popeâs eyes opened again and in his gaze you found all the inner struggle he was trying to win. "No... I donât want..." He answered with a broken voice, his hand raised uncertainly towards your face, touching your cheek. "But if I give... All this time will have been in vain..."
With a smile, you brought your face closer to his, until it touched your brows. "Do you really think that another kiss can ruin everything?" whispers, as your lips touched his, tempting him in every way possible.
By now he seemed desperate, his hand slowly moved from your face, passing behind your neck and pulling you closer, albeit with a last, weak attempt at control. "Youâre driving me crazy..." he finally admitted, letting his voice betray the total surrender you had been longing to see.
And when your lips joined, you knew you had won.
The kiss became deeper and deeper, more intense, as if Pope had finally decided to abandon all resistance. His hands were running down your back, holding you as if he was afraid that you might be gone from one moment to the next. His voice was a mixture of desire and relief, and every touch spoke of the frustration he had held back for so long.
Without thinking twice, you moved, riding on him, your bodies close together in a single, impatient proximity. You felt the heat that passed through him, the tension in his muscles, and the way he stiffened under you. With a mischievous smile, I began to move slightly, sliding your body against his, feeling how it was getting harder and harder. It was impossible to ignore his erection, and when a moan escaped from his lips, you realized how little self-control he had left.
Pope clung to your hips, closing his eyes and biting his lip to stifle another groan. "You... Incredible," he managed to say, in a roaring and trembling voice.
Every move was designed to drive him even more crazy. Your hands slid down her jaw, then sank into her hair, while your lips rested on her with pure ardor. It was as if the world around you no longer existed, just you two, lost in that passion that neither of us could hold back.
Your hands were running firmly on his chest, grasping the hem of his shirt to lift it gently. Pope looked at you with a mixture of desire and total surrender, unable to oppose while you deprived him of that last layer of protection. The shirt ended up somewhere on the couch, leaving the warm and tense skin of his muscles exposed in front of you.
He wasted no time in shaking his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him as you began to leave a kiss trail along his neck. Each touch of your lips was slow and provocative, and you could hear him groan quietly, unable to hide how much every gesture made him go crazy. Your kisses moved from his jaw to his shoulder, as you moved slightly against him, making it even harder for him to hold back.
"You... youâre terrible..." whispered with a desperate smile, as he sank his fingers into your hips, holding you as if it were the only thing that would keep him in balance. You felt the heat between you two, the tension now untenable. Pope let another moan slip, and that sweet despair in his eyes made you smile even more.
"You canât resist me, can you?" whisper in his ear, knowing that you have now completely conquered his resistance.
He looked at you, almost challenging you, with a tired but hungry smile. "Not even a little... and you know it."
You approached her lips again, touching them just before biting her lower lip. Pope groans, the deep, longing sound as he tried to squeeze you even closer to him. You felt his resistance now completely dissolved, every breath irregular and hungry.
With a mischievous smile, you slightly detached yourself, looking into his eyes for a moment, almost as if to tempt him even more. Then you stood up, your hands slid slowly down his body, lowering themselves to the point where the last garment separated him from your touch. You looked at him once more, letting your smile tell him about the desire to drive him mad.
Popeâs gaze was now filled with pure adoration and desire, and the way he looked at you was enough to make you realize how close to the limit it was. Without turning your eyes away, you slowly lowered the tissue, completely releasing it. You felt his breath held, and when your eyes met his again, it was clear that his will to resist was now only a memory.
A smug smile painted on your lips. "Do you like it that way, Pope?" Whispering with provocative tone, letting each movement make him want more and more.
He could not hold back a groan, and with his voice broken by desire replied: "You... you drive me crazy..."
Your lips joined again, this time with a passion that left no room for hesitation. You were clinging to him, sinking into that kiss that seemed never to end, as you felt his hands gliding down your back, looking for you with a sweetness mixed with the frenzy of the moment.
You started to sink your pussy on his cock making both groan. "I missed you as much as your pussy squeezes my dick" he said sighing as he squeezed your hips.
Each movement was a declaration of desire, and as you moved on him, you both couldnât hold back the moans that were mixing between your breathless breaths. Pope was laying his hands on your bottom, guiding your movements with a delicacy that he punched at the intensity of the moment, as if he wanted to imprint every moment in his memory.
His breath was breaking against your lips, while your bodies moved in unison, driven by the passion and intimacy that only you two could share. You felt the heat grow more and more, as if nothing could break that perfect moment.
Pope moaned loudly as he began to increase his thrusts while you bounced faster on his cock. He started playing with your boobs; sucking and biting, while you were clinging to his hair.
"fuck this challenge, I feel so good inside this pussy" she said moaning as she banged her stronger cock into your walls hitting your G-spot.
"Pope..." you said, moaning and not being able to say another word. He looked at you and pushed himself inside of you faster. "I know baby, I know, cum for me," he said sighing as if your walls were squeezing his cock.
Normally Pope would have lasted longer+ but had to have a release at the earliest, it was terrible to always have his hard cock pulsing and hurting him and not having a release. Especially when you were there too and kissed him and made innocent touches, you finished to light that fire of desire that wanted so much to relieve.
You came on his dick while he with a last strong push that made you scream for how you were dstruggendo your pussy came inside you and he groans loud, smiling that he finally had his revelation.
You smiled at him with a gentle kiss, seeing how your Pope looked now again, calm and quiet. You were about to get on his dick but he stopped you.
"Donât think Iâm done with you baby, I just started," she said and placed you on the couch while he was now above you pushing hard.
Itâs going to be a long night.
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How am I supposed to cope with the fact that my humor peaked at like 12 when I had to make a movie for my Computer Science class about my favorite activity and it was horrible (half joking)
Woe, second hand embarassment and psychic damage be upon ye [insert that one eminem meme with the fucken hampter]
#the second hand embarassment... .... the whiplash.... .....#the desperate attempt to make my voice sound deeper.. .......#(I used a voice changer to make it deeper- i was DESPERATE desperate alright. the dismorphia was real <3)#this movie is honestly fire- i dont care what y'all think of me for saying this but little me was cringe and FREE okay#i dont care that it's bad- i laughed okay. That's right. My humor hasn't changed since I was like 12- what u gonna do about it??#the absolute shit ass editing is also kinda funny ngl- bestie what is that delay... .......#my post#sput chatters#I had to censor my name lmao#tw scopophobia#<-for that two second frame- i gotchu homies
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Insane!!
Satoru whispering the most deprived and dirty things in your ear as Suguru fucks his cock into you slowlyâŠ
ê© bf!Gojo x fem!reader x bsf!Geto
ê© Warnings!! - Threesome!!!, unprotected sex, Satoru is a dirty mouthed lil shit, creampie đ«¶đ», pussy-drunk Suguru lolololol, this is kinda short and the first smut Iâm posting so be nice plsđđ
ê© A/n!! - Decided to write smth in 2nd person instead of 3rd to see how I like it and honestly, I think Iâm gonna start switching between the two bc I like both. Anyways, any feedback is appreciated, and ty for all of the notes on my previous works!!!đ€
Your cheeks are tinged pink as lewd squelching sounds and soft moans fill the room. You wouldâve never thought that youâd be here now, sitting against your boyfriendâs chest while his best friend slams his cock into you with a desperate fervor; but guess what? You are.
âMmm, listen to her, Sugu,â Satoru purrs, his warm breath against the shell of your ear, âher pretty pussy is just heavenly, hm?â
Suguru could barely hear his best friendâs voice over the insane pleasure your cunt is giving him. His thick length is shiny with your slick and his precum, the sheen of both your fluids combined making him grit his teeth every time his eyes catch a glimpse.
âF-fuuuck,â he groans out, his raven black hair falling over his face. âFeel sâ good.â
Your pussy clenches around him as he lets out more whines of ecstasy, his fingers digging deep into the skin of your hips.
âLook how pussy-drunk he is already,â Satoru chuckles lowly from behind you. His fingers move down to rub small circles into your sensitive clit, drawing a lascivious moan from your lips.
âG-gonna cum,â You cry, closing your eyes as Suguru bullies his cock into you deeper. You can feel that heâs close too, both of your orgasms rushing into reach with each sloppy, wet thrust.
âMake her cum, Suguru,â Satoru smiles, quickening the tips of his fingers on your poor, sensitive bundle of nerves, âsheâs ready for you to fill her~â
Suguruâs eyes flutter open, a hazy lust fogging his irises. He looks down at you, then back up at Satoruâs head resting on your shoulder. He looks cool and relaxed, as if his best friend wasnât fucking his girlfriend stupid right in front of him. It only seems to fuel Suguruâs desperation even more although, his length throbbing inside of your tightening cunt.
âOh fuck,â Suguru moans as you look up to him, your eyes glossy with tears of pleasure, âfuck, gonna cumâmâ gonna fill you up.â
You feel the warm pressure in your stomach spread throughout your body, teetering on the edge of nirvana, before your orgasm quickly washes over you. You open your mouth to let out a string of moans, tears now rolling down your cheeks as Satoru press his fingers to your throbbing clit to extend your intense high. Suguru can feel his cock being sucked in by your cunt, and spills into you quickly, thick ropes of pearlescent cum filling your begging hole.
âWow,â Satoru says as he pulls his hand away from your clit, licking his fingers covered in your and Suguruâs cum, âbet youâre both glad I had this idea, huh?â
Suguru collapses against your chest, his head resting in the crook of your neck as you both attempt to catch your breath. âYou were right for once, get over it,â he mumbles, his lips tickling your skin.
You smile lazily, rolling your head back against Satoruâs chest as your hand rakes through Suguruâs soft hair.
âYouâre both insane,â you giggle, only affection in your tone.
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â© âș âż oh baby, can you hear me moan? âŠă â©
roommate!ellie x reader Summary: You come home earlier than usual to find your roommates door slightly ajar. You canât help but peek inside.
Youâre home earlier than usual, and the place is eerily quietâno random guitar strumming or the faint hum of a video game in the background. Ellieâs always got something going on, whether itâs tinkering with her beat-up acoustic guitar or completely failing at some cooking experiment that leaves the kitchen smelling like burned regret.Â
You shrug off your jacket, the familiar scent of scorched food hits youâa sure sign Ellieâs been at it again.Â
You can almost picture the disaster waiting in the kitchen.Â
Maybe she attempted a stir-fry or tried to get fancy with eggs, which, for some reason, she consistently messes up. You remember the last time: the pan had been abandoned in the sink, its bottom crusted with what could only be described as scrambled cement, and Ellie had offered you an apologetic grin as she flicked at her guitar strings, mumbling something like, my badâŠ
Still smirking at the thought, you head toward the kitchen, but surprisingly, the mess isnât as bad as you expected. A single burnt toast sits abandoned on a plate, and beside it, a bottle of peanut butter left open, its lid placed on the edge of the counter. You grab a spoon to clean up, noticing that Ellieâs nowhere in sight. Usually, sheâs hovering near her messes, trying to fix it or making self-deprecating jokes to play off the mess.
Curious, you wander down the narrow hallway toward her room, your steps thudding along the old wood floor. You pass by her door, which is slightly ajar, and immediately slow your pace.Â
Itâs not like Ellie to leave her door cracked.Â
Your hand pauses on the doorframe, a soft click as your knuckles accidentally tap against it.Â
You hesitate, thinking maybe you should leave her be, but thenâbefore you can make the decisionâa faint noise escapes from inside, followed by a sharp, quick breath.Â
Your brow furrows as you inch closer, pushing the door open a little more.
Ellie was sprawled across her bed, her head thrown back against the pillows, messy hair fanning out in every direction. Her breath came in uneven gasps, wet, squelching sounds filling the room.Â
Fuck, she was too desperate to even bother taking off her clothes.Â
Her brown jacket hung loosely off her shoulders, the fabric wrinkled and tugged from her movements. Her half-unbuttoned flannel exposed her perky nipples, her jeans were pushed down just past her thighs, the belt hanging loosely, the metal buckle clinking against her skin as her hips rocked.Â
Your breath hitches, catching in your throat as you take in the sight of her hand pumping beneath her boxers, her movements quick, almost frantic. Heat floods your body, cheeks burning as your eyes lock onto her.Â
"Oh fuck, yes," she breathes, her voice low and rough.Â
You canât tear your eyes away.Â
Ellie spread her legs wider, her right thigh twitching slightly as her fingers pump deeper inside. Your cunt began to ache as your eyes caught on what she was holding. It was your pantiesâyour favorite pairâclutched tightly in her fist, the soft lace crumpled and wrinkled between her fingers. You swallowed hard, eyes tracing the wet patch staining the fabric, the glistening spot a clear sign that she had been grinding against them.Â
âJust a little moreâŠâ she breathes, eyes fluttering shut as she loses herself in the moment, her lips parting slightly. âGod, I needed thisâŠâÂ
âCome on, donât stop,â she murmurs, biting her lip, her brow furrowing in concentration. âJust a bit more⊠just like that.â Thereâs desperation in her voice, a plea.
âFuck, why is this so good?â she gasps, her voice whining with need, eyes still closed, lost in the sensations of her aching cuntâWhy does it feel so much better when I think of you?âÂ
âEllieâŠâ you breathe, barely a whisper, but she doesnât hear you.
Sheâs too lost in her own fantasy.Â
"God, I love this," she moaned softly, her voice husky, as her hand moved frantically between her legs. Her fingers pumped faster and faster, her perky tits bouncing with each thrust, the bed beneath her squeaking. "Canât get fucking enough."
You knew you should turn away, that youâd crossed a line simply by staying.Â
Your breath hitched, the air suddenly too hot, as your hand slipped beneath your waistband, trembling fingers brushing against the damp fabric of your panties. You shifted them to the side, biting your lip as your fingers found your aching clit, tracing small circles.Â
You tried to keep your breathing shallow, hoping she wouldnât hear you over her own sounds. Your soft moans mingled with the wet, squelching sounds filling the room. The heat between your legs became unbearable, a pulse that only grew stronger with each passing second.Â
âNeed you to fucking take it," Ellie breathed, her voice low and ragged. Her hips bucking harder, the pace of her fingers desperate.Â
"Oh fuck," you whimpered, your voice shaky as the ache in your hole pulasated. The need was overwhelming, your hole throbbing with a desperate hunger you couldnât ignore, your fingers moving faster to keep up with ellieâs pace.Â
Ellieâs eyes narrowed, her brows furrowing together as her movements slowed. You watched, breathless, as she pulled her fingers out of her drenched hole, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Without hesitation, she pressed your panties against her soaked pussy, the lace clothing her cunt as her slickness coated the fabric.
With a low groan, she began to grind against it, her hips bucking, pressing harder and faster into the softness of the fabric. Her lips parted, a ragged breath escaping as her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back against the pillows. The wet lace clung to her, the friction of it only making her grind harder.
"Love this... fuck, your panties... canât get enough..." Her head fell back again, and she let out a deep groan, her fingers pressing the lace even harder against her aching clit.
A moan escapes your lips, quiet at first, but growing louder as the pleasure builds inside you.Â
But in your desperation, you leaned a little too close to the door, your heart pounding like a drum in your chest.Â
You and Ellie freeze, eyes locking in a moment of shock.Â
Ellieâs eyes widen, her mouth agape.Her gaze drops slowly, lingering on your body, taking in the sight of your drenched pussy, your panties pushed to the side, the fabric clinging to your trembling thighs.Â
You can hardly breathe.Â
Oh fuuck.
You try to speak, to form a coherent thought, but all that escapes your lips is a breathless, âIâŠâÂ
Heat floods your cheeks, mingling with the aching throb of your pussy, pulsing with an urgent need. Godâ the way sheâs staring at you, with that raw hunger in her eyes.
âCome here,â Ellie whispered, her chest heaving, struggling to catch her breath.Â
You couldnât resist it.
Ellie shuddered as you slid your hand between her trembling thighs. Shuddering as your fingertip circled her dripping entrance, her soft folds parting easily under your touch. With a needy moan, she guided your finger deeper, gasping as you penetrated her hole. The slick walls of her cunt clenched greedily around your fingers as Ellie bucked her hips, fucking herself on your hand with desperation.
"Fuuuck.." *she groaned, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Her cunt was absolutely drenched, leaking down her thighs as she rutted against you shamelessly. Ellie's needy whimpers filled the room, growing louder and more frenzied by the second.
"Fuck, just like that!" Ellie gasped, her hips bucking wildly. She gripped your shoulders tightly, her nails digging into your skin as she rode your fingers. Her juices flowed freely, coating your fingers and dripping down your wrist.
âOhh fuckk meeâŠâ She groaned as your fingers slipped out of her dripping hole.Â
Without wasting a second, she quickly positioned herself above you, her slick folds hovering mere inches from your own. With a swift movement, Ellie slammed her cunt down onto yours, your aching clits rubbing together as your slick juices mixed.Â
âellie! please please please!" you moaned, tightening your grip onto her wrinkled bedsheets.Â
"That's it, baby," she groaned, grinding her hips in tight circles.
She gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer. The sounds of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoed, mingling with your moans and cries of pleasure. Ellie's perky breats bounced with each thrust, her hardened nipples grazing against yours. She gripped your hair, pulling your head back to expose your throat, which she attacked with biting kisses and sensual licks.
"Atta girl," Ellie whsipered, "Take what I give you."
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Sit On It | L. Norris
Kinktober 7/11 - Cockwarming
Summary: Quality time, he told you, but you didnât realize that your seat while watching a horror movie would be Landoâs cock.
warnings: 18+ smut, cockwarming ofc, dom!lando, filthy filthy words.
wc: 3.1k
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âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â Landoâs voice is a low, teasing murmur against your ear as youâre seated in his lap, your back against his chest.
His breath is warm on your skin, the heat of his body pressing into yours from behind. His grip on your waist tightens as he adjusts himself beneath you, making the shift seem casual, but you know better. The slight motion causes him to sink deeper, splitting you open, every inch of him pushing against your walls, filling you so completely that it borders on overwhelming.
Your eyes are fixated on the TV screen in front of you, mirroring his line of sight, but the images and sounds barely register. Whatever horror movie he put on is a distant blur, completely overshadowed by the way heâs filling you, the dull ache of being stretched around him that threatens to unravel you with every passing second.
Lando knows exactly what heâs doingâknows that with your back pressed against his chest, youâre acutely aware of every breath he takes, every subtle twitch of his hips. The cocky smirk on his face tells you heâs in no hurry to give you what you crave.
You clench around him, your body instinctively trying to pull him even deeper, to feel every last inch of him, but his hands keep you still. His fingertips press into your skin, leaving little crescent imprints, keeping you pinned to him in a possessive hold.
âLanâŠâ you mutter, barely managing the single syllable, your voice trembling with frustration and the faintest hint of need.
You can feel his amusement radiating from him, the vibration of a low chuckle rumbling through his chest as he keeps you pinned against him. His hand slides possessively over your hip, fingers pressing into your skin like heâs making sure you stay exactly where he wants youâright there, on his lap, wrapped around his cock without so much as a hint of mercy.
âNot enjoying our little movie night?â he taunts, his tone dripping with mock concern as he lets his other hand wander lazily up to your lower stomach, stroking the skin just above where heâs buried inside you, making your breath hitch at the contact.
You bite down on your lower lip, trying to stifle the frustrated moan that threatens to escape. Youâre almost starting to regret agreeing to this, wondering what made you think you could handle it. The moment he suggested âquality timeâ on the couch with a movie, you shouldâve known thereâd be a catch. Now, youâre trapped in a torturous game of stillness, your body pulsing with the ache of being stretched to its limit, every shift or breath causing a fresh wave of heat to coil low in your belly.
âPass the popcorn,â Lando says suddenly, his voice maddeningly casual, as if you werenât trembling in his arms and desperate for him to do somethingâanythingâto give you relief.
He nods toward the coffee table, where the bowl sits just out of reach. Itâs a simple request, spoken so casually it almost seems innocent, but you know better. Heâs toying with you, pushing you just far enough to see how badly youâll need to break.
For a moment, you consider protesting, but his hand tightens around your waist, guiding you forward. As you lean to grab the bowl, his cock eases out of you until only the thick tip remains nestled inside. The sudden emptiness hits like a shock, and you canât help but clench around him, your body tightening in a desperate attempt to hold onto what little is left. The sensation is maddening, the emptiness almost unbearable as every inch that you lost leaves you aching and hollow.
You suck in a breath, reaching out for the popcorn, your fingers trembling slightly as you fumble to grasp the edge of the bowl. The second your fingers close around it, you feel his hand press firmly on your hip, guiding you back down.
His cock pushes back inside, stretching you open inch by inch until youâre completely filled again, buried to the hilt. Itâs an unrelenting stretch, the sensation of being so deeply impaled that your legs start to tremble.
A small, unintentional whimper slips past your lips, your body betraying just how deeply it affects you. Landoâs smirk widens, and you can feel it against the back of your neck as he takes the bowl from your trembling hands, setting it aside.
âGood girl,â he murmurs, his tone a mix of mock praise and raw satisfaction, his hand drifting lower to trace the curve of your inner thigh. âDid you miss having me inside you, even for those few seconds?â
You give a shaky nod, your breath hitching as you settle back into his lap, feeling the full, deep stretch of him inside you. The weight of his cock buried so completely makes your pulse quicken, every inch of him filling you to the point of delicious, unbearable pressure. You donât trust your voice to speak, so you bite your lip and just nod again, hoping itâs enough of an answer to satisfy him.
âThought so,â Lando murmurs, his tone dripping with that cocky satisfaction as he leans closer, letting his lips brush lightly against your ear. âThen weâll stay just like this until the movieâs over.â He lets the words sink in, his hands settling on your hips, his fingers splayed possessively across your skin as if to ensure you donât even think about moving.
You stiffen slightly in his grasp, realizing with a mix of frustration and need that heâs serious. The movie, still playing in the background, might as well be a world away for all youâre aware of it. You donât even know whatâs happening on screen, and other than hearing constant screams of bloody murder, your focus is completely swallowed by the way he fills you, every inch of your body screaming for him to move, to give you more. But then you hear him shuffle as he picks up the remote, your pulse pounding in your ears.
âAnd since you werenât paying attention,â he continues, his tone dropping lower as his breath grazes your neck, âweâre going to start it over.â
With that, he presses the button, and the movie rewinds back to the beginning. His cock remains buried inside you, thick and unyielding. You can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat through his chest against your back, each breath you take making your body clench instinctively around him.
Landoâs hands slide up to your waist, his thumbs tracing slow, lazy circles on your skin as if to soothe you, but the grip is firm enough to keep you pinned exactly where he wants you. âRelax, sweetheart,â he whispers, his voice laced with a hint of amusement, âweâve got all night.â
You try to relax, but the fullness of him inside you is maddening, a constant reminder of how badly you need more than just his cock sitting still inside you. You draw in a deep breath, hoping it will ease the ache between your legs, but all it does is make you more aware of the way he stretches you, every inch of him throbbing against your sensitive walls. Itâs a sweet kind of torture, and Landoâs not giving you any mercy.
He shifts his hips slightly, just enough to make you gasp, but not enough to truly give you what you crave. The smallest of movements sends a jolt of pleasure through you, the pressure building with every passing second.
The movie restarts, its opening scenes flickering on the screen, but your attention is glued to the sensation of being completely filled, stretched so deep it almost feels like you canât take it. Your body is tense, your hands gripping the edges of the couch as you struggle to stay still, every muscle in your thighs quivering from the effort.
âCome on, now,â he murmurs, his fingers tightening on your waist as he feels the way youâre fighting to keep from moving. âYou can do better than that.â Thereâs a teasing lilt in his voice, a knowing edge that tells you heâs enjoying every second of this little game. His hand slides up to your chest, his touch imperceptibly light as he brushes over the curve of your breast over your shirt.
âIâm not going anywhere,â he says, his voice a low rumble in your ear. âAnd neither are you.â He pauses, placing a kiss on your cheek. âSo just sit there and take it, sweetheart,â he adds, his lips grazing your neck. âBecause youâre not getting anything else until the credits roll.â
Your pulse races as you realize just how long he plans to keep you like this. The movie stretches ahead of you, nearly two hours of being held in place, filled to the brim, with nothing to do but feel every single inch of him.
âUnlessâŠâ His voice trails off as his hands slide down to spread your legs, effortlessly hooking them over his thighs. The new position makes you gasp, every inch of him shifting deeper inside. He chuckles softly at the sound, his fingers drifting to trace slowly over your slit, teasing the sensitive skin.
âUnless you can cum just like this,â he murmurs, dipping his head close so his breath fans over your ear. âWith my cock stuffed deep inside you and my fingers playing with your pretty little clit.â
He drags his fingers lower, circling your entrance where you are stretched around his cock, before moving back up to your clit, brushing against it with the lightest touch. âIf you can manage that,â he continues, his tone low and husky, âI might not make you wait until the end of the movie. I might just fuck you properly right here and now.â
His fingers swirl slowly, never quite giving you the pressure you need, just enough to make you ache for more. âBut if you canâtâŠâ he adds, a mischievous glint in his eye as he meets your gaze, âthen youâll just have to stay right there, sweetheart, filled and desperate, until those credits roll.â
His fingers continue their lazy circles over your clit, the teasing touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body that only intensify the ache deep inside. His gaze locks onto yours, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he watches every twitch, every shudder of your body. âDo you want that?â he asks, his voice a low murmur. âDo you want to be my good girl and cum just like this, with my cock buried so deep inside you?â
His fingers press just a little harder against your clit, a delicious contrast to the slow, steady throb of being stretched around him. âOrâŠâ He lets the word hang in the air, his thumb now joining the motion, brushing against your swollen bud. âWould you rather keep struggling, knowing youâre not getting anything more until this movie is over?â
The way heâs looking at youâlike he already knows the answer, like heâs daring you to begâsends a fresh wave of heat curling through your belly.
You try to find the words, but they catch in your throat, your breath coming out in shallow pants. The pleasure thrumming through your body is too much and not nearly enough all at once, and the way his fingers move so leisurely over your clit is driving you to the edge of desperation. Without thinking, you lean back against him, seeking more contact, your head falling into the crook of his neck. The heat of his skin seeps into you, grounding you even as your pulse races.
Your hand lifts to his cheek, a quiet plea in the touch as your fingers trail along his jawline.
He hums in satisfaction at the way you press against him, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he takes his time with you. His fingers slide down, teasing your entrance again, feeling the way you stretch and pulse around his cock, before drifting back up to your clit, this time with a bit more pressure. The shift is subtle, but itâs enough to send a bolt of pleasure straight through you, making you gasp.
âI need words, love,â he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against your back.
âPlease, Lando,â The words slip out, breathless and unsteady, your legs trembling where theyâre draped over his thighs, spread open and exposed for him.
âThere we go,â he hums, ânow watch the movie.â His fingers pick up a slow, deliberate rhythm, pressing down just enough to make you keen for more, but still holding back from what you truly crave.
You arch your back, pushing your hips forward as you pant against his neck, your body seeking every ounce of friction you can get. His other hand slips under your shirt, his palm finding the curve of your breast, and he rolls your nipple between his fingers, sending another wave of pleasure through you.
He returned his gaze to the TV screen, but you can feel his focus remain solely on you, his fingers working expertly between your legs. He pinches your clit, hard enough to make you jolt against him, a breathy moan escaping your lips as you body arches.
He gives a small chuckle, the vibration against your back making your skin tingle. The casualness of his attention on the movie while playing your body like an instrument is maddening, only heightening the intensity of each pulse of pleasure.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, his voice soft with a trace of amusement. âSo needy.â He rolls your clit between his fingers, the motion slow, deliberate, and oh so devastating. You canât help the way your hips buck up, chasing the friction, desperate for more.
His other hand slips away from your tits to tighten his hold on your hips, keeping you pinned against him, your legs splayed over his lap and unable to close.
âStay still, love,â he instructs, adding a little more pressure. The sound of the movie plays on in the background, but it feels like a distant hum, utterly irrelevant next to the sensation of his fingers circling you again and again.
Your breaths are ragged, each one catching as he changes the rhythm, just enough to keep you on edge but never quite letting you fall over it. When his hand stills altogether, you whimper, your fingers curling against his arm in a wordless plea.
He drags his lips down the side of your neck, nibbling the sensitive skin there as his fingers resume their torment, rubbing over your clit in tight, firm circles that send sparks of ecstasy coursing through your veins. You can feel your release building, that familiar tension tightening with each stroke, threatening to break at any moment.
âBeg for it,â he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. âBeg for me to let you cum.â
You can feel the subtle pulse of his cock as you clench down on it, matching the rhythm of his fingers as they torture your clit, rubbing with just the right amount of pressure.
His other hand slips up to cup your breast underneath your shirt, fingers teasing the sensitive peak. He pinches your nipple, rolling it between his fingers in time with the circles on your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. The double assault on your senses makes you gasp, your body trembling in his lap as he toys with you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
âPlease,â you whimper, the word coming out breathless and broken. âPlease, Lando, I need to cum.â
He hums in approval, his voice low and velvety in your ear. âThatâs it, sweetheart,â he murmurs, his fingers working faster, rubbing your clit in tight, insistent circles that send sparks shooting down your spine. âLet me hear those pretty sounds,â he says, his tone dripping with satisfaction as he listens to your desperate moans, each one rising higher as you get closer to falling apart.
You canât hold back any longer, your body arching into him as your release crashes over you, a wave of pure ecstasy that leaves you gasping for air. His fingers donât stop, prolonging the pleasure until youâre a quivering mess, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as your climax wrings you dry.
The sensation of you tightening around him draws a deep, guttural groan from his throat, his breath hitching as he feels every pulse and flutter of your orgasm.
âFuck,â he mutters, the sound rough and strained as your release squeezes him from the inside, each wave of your pleasure making his cock throb. His hand on your breast tightens instinctively, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he savors the way you come undone for him, the way your body trembles and clings to him, desperate for more even as youâre falling apart.
âThatâs it, love,â he groans again, his voice thick with need, the sound vibrating against your ear. âJust like that⊠feel so good wrapped around me.â His hips twitch subtly, the movement causing his cock to press even deeper, making your body jolt with the lingering aftershocks as his fingers finally begin to slow, drawing out the last delicious pulses of your release.
A sudden scream from the movie startles you both, breaking the heated moment. You canât help but chuckle, your voice still a little breathless. âI think we should turn that off,â you say, glancing toward the TV.
âReally?â Landoâs teasing tone makes you smile. âThought you said you liked horror movies.â Heâs still inside you, and you playfully clench around him, earning a low groan that rumbles through his chest.
âNot more than your cock,â you reply, arching an eyebrow as you throw the challenge back at him. âNow, are you going to properly fuck me or not?â
Without missing a beat, Lando grabs the remote and switches off the movie, the room plunging into quiet anticipation. His hands find your waist as he lifts you off his cock, leaving you momentarily empty and aching for him again. Before you can protest, he swiftly throws you over his shoulder, a hand coming down to smack your ass playfully as he heads toward the bedroom.
You laugh, the excitement bubbling up inside you as he carries you with ease, your fingers digging into his back for support. âYouâd better not keep me waiting,â you warn, your voice filled with playful impatience.
âDonât worry, love,â he replies, a grin evident in his tone. âYouâre about to get everything youâve been begging for.â
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ê° STURNIOZ KINKTOBER '24 ê± !
you shouldâve never listened when toxicex!matt promised you âjust the tipâ.
"don't give me that look," matt drawls, tilting his head with a smirk as he steps closer, invading your personal space, positioning himself between your parted legs on the bathroom counter. his ringed hands glide over your skin. "obviously called me in here for a reason â you.. you want somethin' from me, yeah?"
"i don't know what i'm doing," you whisper truthfully, shaking your head as you try to push back the confusion clouding your thoughts, pressing your palms against his chest in a futile attempt to create distance. "i don't know what i want. my head is just... all over the place."
"c'mon, don't be like that. you always do this â act like s'all complicated, but you know exactly what you want, baby..." his words wrap around you like thick fog, blurring the lines between desire and doubt. "you need me... gotta start admittin' that to yourself."
"i... i don't.." you stammer, struggling to get the words out, having an inner battle with yourself.
no, you don't need him. you don't want him at all. he's toxic. he's bad â bad for you. but even as you continuously tell yourself this, a familiar ache lingers in your chest â a part of you that does want him, that craves him.
you hate it. you hate how weak he makes you feel, how he can slip through the cracks of your resolve with just a few carefully chosen words. it's infuriating, knowing he holds so much power over you. you wish you could silence that part of yourself, the one that still craves him.
"even if you say you don't wanna be with me anymore, you need me," he repeats to you again, and you close your eyes, desperately trying to block out his words, but it's no use â especially as his hands resume their slow, deliberate massages along your thighs. "m'the only one that can give you your fix, right? that.. that's why you keep runnin' back to me."
you swallow thickly, grappling with your thoughts. "matt.."
"i know, sweetheart," matt coos, a mocking pout stretching across his lips, his expression exaggerated for effect. "let me give you want you need, 'kay? i'm helpin' you get your fix â nothin' more. just a friend helpin' out a friend."
"matt," you warn, speaking his name with an edge of desperation, fully aware that this is going to be nothing like he claims as his fingers graze beneath your dress.
"just the tip." he promises, his voice low and smooth. you know better than to trust him; every instinct screams at you to pull away and not fall back into his trap. yet, as his touch lingers, a part of you melts, betraying your better judgement.
you hate the smug look on matt's face when his fingers brush against the damp patch on the front of your panties, avoiding looking at him as his fingers hook around the flimsy garment, pulling it down your legs and baring your glistening folds to the cool air.
the sound of his metal belt being popped open has a shiver running down your spine, biting down on your cheek as matt settles himself between your thighs again, his lips curled into a smirk as he wets them.
"just.. just the tip." you remind him, and matt lets out a dismissive hum, nodding his head as he lines himself up before sinking the tip inside your warmth, breaching your entrance.
your mouth drops slightly, gripping the counter beneath you for support, savouring the initial stretch â but a gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening as you feel matt push in deeper.
"you promised." you whine despite spreading your legs apart further, your head falling back against the mirror as matt moves, withdrawing slowly only to thrust back into you, keeping his grip firm on your hips.
"i know," matt drawls as your walls flutter around his cock, making him crane his neck back with a guttural moan.
your own moans grow louder, more desperate as each snap of matt's hips drives him deeper within you, your body jolting with the force of his thrusts. tears build at the corners of your eyes as you raise your hips to meet his movements, feeling so wrong and disgusted with yourself for being weak.
you should stop.
you should tell him to stop and get out of here, save yourself, your dignity.
you should stop him from slipping back into your life â into your pants.
"harder," but you find yourself muttering instead, barely recognising your own voice as your trembling hands come up to touch his cheeks, feeling his stubble beneath your skin. "please, matt."
a smirk curls on his lips as he nods his head, his forehead resting against yours as his hips grip your waist. "told you... y'need me."
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INTERRUPTED ! â JUJUTSU KAISEN
âčâË. he hates it when someone (or something) interrupts his time with you.
⥠feat. gojo satoru, kento nanami, fushiguro toji, kamo choso.
⥠warnings: 18+ content (mdni), modern au, roommates! satosugu in gojoâs, stupidity, phone calls, being walked in on, oral [m&f]. not proofread
⥠xoxo juno: first time writing for jjk.. iâm nervous about the characterizations; iâll write more characters for hcs if i get reqs. rbs are loved !!
â GOJO SATORU.
ât-toru, thatâs perfect, faster please,â you plea, tangling your fingers in his snowy hair and pressing his head closer to your dripping pussy. gojo lets you, whining a little as he scissors his fingers in and out of you and licks at your clit.
you inhale sharply, back bowing right off the bed; a large hand spreads your thighs impossibly wider and press them into the duvet beneath you.
âoh, iâm gonna cum,â you whine, hips jerking towards his fingers desperately. bright blue eyes latch onto yours, and heâs about to watch you fall apart whenâ
âyo, satoru!â your boyfriendâs roommate, geto, calls breezily from behind the door. before either of you can respond, the door opens and he strides in, looking at his phone. âwhat do you want for dinner tonight? iâm going to head out to go shopping andââ he looks up, and a pillow nails him right in the face.
âget out, suguru!â gojo yells, covering you with part of the duvet.
geto laughs awkwardly, a blush blooming across his face, and he apologizes quickly before stepping out and closing the door.
âalso!â gojo calls, facing the door as he sits down beside you, âtonkotsu for dinner tonight!â
â NANAMI KENTO.
âfuuuck,â kento groans lowly, pressing your head further into his pelvis, his cock sliding down your throat. blond strands fan out around his head as it drops back onto the couch cushions behind him, his eyes fluttering shut.
your soft hands stroke the parts of his cock you canât fit in your mouth, wet sounds mingling with your choking and filling the room. âangel,â he sighs, fingers soothingly rubbing against your scalp, âthis is perfect, i love it when youââ
a familiar ringtone cuts his sentence off, and his face twists in aggravation as he lifts his hips, fishing his phone out of his back pocket with his free hand.
âiâm sorry. itâs ijichi.â kento answers the phone, his cock starting to soften in your mouth.
your eyes meet his as you mischievously slide off the length of his cock, your lips gently suctioned around his tip. kento sits up, his eyes widening, and heâs about to mouth something to you when you slam all the way down, placing your hands on his thighs for support.
he gasps sharply, nearly letting out a moan; he reassures ijichi, who sounds worried.
âoh, yes iâm alright. something nearly fell off my shelf is all..â his voice drifts off and his eyes become lidded, his cock hard enough to cut diamonds.
a heat rushes through your body, and you clench your thighs, removing a hand from his own. you fingers slip into your panties, rubbing at your clit as you look up at him, mouth full. on the phone, ijichi rambles on frantically about something thatâs probably not even important, and kento bites his lip, slamming you down hard.
the sudden movement and force of his tip plowing into the back of your throat has you choking, pussy clenching as tears build in your eyes. he looks at you, hearts practically in his eyes, and moves the phone as far as he can from him.
âplease, angelâ make me cum, just like you always do.â
â FUSHIGURO TOJI.
âyou like beinâ fucked like this, huh?â toji grunts, his breath coming out in hard pants, warmth fanning over your face. moaning, and desperately attempting to feel him deeper, you spread your legs impossibly wider.
âyes, toji!â you whimper, hands running down his muscled back; your nails bite crescent moons into the sweaty skin before they rake down his back as your eyes roll back into your head. âa-ah, i want you to fill me up, pleaseââ
âdonât worry doll,â toji murmurs, beads of sweat rolling down his temple as he fucks into you much harder and unforgiving than earlier. âi-iâm gonna fuckinâ stuff you until you canât breathe. gonna take it all like a good girl, yeah?â
you nod eagerly, eyes shining with tears while your pussy clamps down on his thick cock. he can barely breathe when youâre like this, so pretty and pliant and willing beneath him, taking his cock greedily. your tits bounce, smacking against each other due to the force of his thrusts; he palms at your ass with a large hand of his, squeezing the plush skin before slapping it.
toji canât wait to fuck all his cum back into you.
âbaby, iâm gonna fuckinâ cumâSHIT!â
his face contorts in pain, the cum rushing back down into his balls, and before you can even register whatâs happening heâs pulling back and choking out curses.
âwhat happened, toji?â youâre at his side immediately, rubbing at his back soothingly before he pushes you away, clearly embarrassed and unhappy.
âfuckinâ hamstring cramp, god damn it.â
he rubs at the back of his thigh angrily, his cock deflating between his legs as he grunts out something scathing below his breath.
âiâm fine,â he hisses, punching the back of his leg before finally laying on his back. âfuck, i donât know where that shit came from.â
âwell, youâre getting to that age..â you tease lightly, a smile splitting your lips when he glares at you, hard, and roughly yanks you between his legs, raising them both carefully, for fear of another debilitating cramp. his half hard cock rests against his pelvis, and you stare at it briefly before he pushes you towards it.
âletâs hope you donât have any more old man cramps, toji.â you stick your tongue out at him before leaning your head towards his tip.
âyou better shut that mouth before i fill it for you, princess.â
â KAMO CHOSO.
âo-oh, fuck,â choso heaves from beneath you, his jaw slack with drool trailing down as he watches you ride his cock. the ripple of the muscle beneath the plush skin of your thighs and the soft bounce of your tits always leaves him stuttering and unable to look away from you.
âyou like it, baby? want me to go a little faster?â your voice is sweet and soft as your small hands press into the muscle of his pecs for balance.
âmm mm, this is perfect..â he sighs, his back arching uncontrollably as you slowly slide upwards, leaving his tip inside you. then you sit all the way back down, shivering. âare you getting tired?â
âa little,â you smile, giggling softly as he places his hands on your hips. your voice promptly breaks into a whimper when he starts to thrust upwards, erratic and strong as his cock stretches you out and fills you up.
close to going dumb on his cock, you gasp, fingers reaching up to pinch and tweak your nipples for extra pleasure.
âc-choso, right there,â you choke out helplessly, pressure building inside you, all over and racing through each limb.
he finds himself gasping after a particularly rough drag of his cock against your ridged walls, leaving him thickening and throbbing inside you. the room fills with the heavy sound of skin smacking against skin, chosoâs deep groans, and your whiny moans.
âso good, s-so good,â he mumbles, back bowing off the bed. strands of his dark brown hair are damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead and temples, the rest bouncing against his head and the pillow as he fucks you.
your mouth opens in a plea, eyes half lidded; but you snap your mouth shut and your eyes widen in some kind of panic that has him sitting up, the mood practically ruined. chosoâs about to ask what went wrong when he hears a loud pounding at the door and a whiny voice calling for him.
âchosoooo!â the voice is unmistakably yĆ«jiâs, and his knocks only grow louder and rougher. âyou cominâ out here or what? youâve been gone for a while and everyoneâs looking for you!â
oh, right. the party that he and yƫji were hosting at their shared apartment, which is full of their closest friends and the sound of happy voices downstairs.
âiâll be downstairs in a bit,â choso fights against the urge to snap at him, âfive minutes, okay?â
âalright,â yĆ«ji finally calls back, sounding disappointed as he stops knocking and leaves you and his brother in bed together.
your eyes widen as he slowly lifts himself out of bed, clearly disappointed but gritting his teeth through it nonetheless. he pulls at the hair bands on his wrists, tying his hair into its usual spiky buns on either side of his head.
âcho!â you gasp, thighs clenching, âweâre not gonna finish up?â
âcanât,â he huffs, rubbing a hand over his face as he makes himself accept it. âwe need to go downstairs, weâve been gone for far too long.â
âi-i was gonna cum,â you whine, peeling yourself away from the bed against your will. tears form in your eyes in absolute frustration. âplease donât do this..â
he sighs before he leans in to kiss you hard. he looks at you, his face flushed and clearly just as unhappy as you are, though his feelings are hidden. âlater, when everyoneâs gone, i promise iâll make you cum again and again.. youâll be begging for me to stop, crying and shaking.â
your face heats quickly, and you look towards him happily, eagerly anticipating later.
with a sexy little laugh, he asks, âdoes that sound good, baby?â
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Sub!top Ellie getting whiny w a double-sided strapâĄ
Warnings: smut, MDNI, double sided strap (referred to as Eâs cock), sub!top ellie, power bottom brat reader, Ellie & reader are high, daddy kink fuck off!, breeding kink, why am I tryna fuck reader?, no y/n, no pdor
A/N: actual brainrot of me attempting to procrastinate my case study! (My first solo Ellie fic bahh scary)
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She always had it under control. Making sure you couldnât see how fucking pathetic she got when your ass bounced on the base of her cock, sending the plastic inside of her to hit deep into her stomach.
Ellie would make you get on your elbows with your back arched for her so you couldnât see her bottom lip abused by her teeth to hold back her whimpers. Sheâd cut into it till she bled to save face.
Sometimes youâd ignore her attempts at control in this position, sending your hips back so you can catch her red-handed. A whine would escape her clenched mouth, âstop fucking moving,â as sheâd adjust her voice into a deeper octave in attempt to cover her slip-up. Ellie would grip down deeper into the flesh of your hips, stunting your dominance.
Youâd beg to take control but sheâd always promise to fill you up if you were good and did as you were told, âbe daddyâs good girl and Iâll let you clean up your mess on daddyâs cock hmm?â Youâd always give into her antics, too cock drunk to refuse watching her eyes half lidded as you licked her soaked cock afterwards, letting your tongue drag down to her stuffed hole leaking with the mix of both of your arousals.
This time youâd asked to smoke the second joint with her, knowing when she got so high she liked watching you ride her with the regular strap.
And if you accidentally handed her the double-sided oneâŠ
âGet the strap, need- need to f-fuck you now,â Ellie says in a pant, eyes bloodshot with smoke and lust as she aimlessly grinds her cunt into yours.
Sleight of hand, careless slip up of sorts as you hand her the strap adorned by two plastics. She doesnât even look- lips never leaving yours and she shimmies up the straps to her hips feverishly- she couldnât fuck you quick enough.
Sheâs so wet it slips right into her aching cunt. A pathetic whine trails out of her into your mouth, âbaby th-this is- the- uh-â she finds herself at a crossroad- so needy to fuck you but too deprived to not please herself.
âI know, is that okay el?â You say batting your lashes at the open-mouthed girl.
âUh- yeah- mhm,â her eyes reeking of desperation.
She slips the tip into your leaking hole immediately, too distracted by the way her cunt throbs around the plastic. She attempts muffling her pleas with her teeth but sheâs far too careless this time, pitiful moans spewing out as she drives sloppy thrusts into you.
âS-sound so pretty el,â you croak out so drunk on her desperation. âFeels f-fuck! feels so good inside,â she says eyes screwed shut gripping down onto the headboard behind your head.
She attempts at kissing you to no avail, mouth full of anguished whimpers. With her hands free from the grasp of the headboard you lock your ankles onto hers, flipping her back onto the bed.
You situate yourself into a straddle around her sweat slicked thighs. Ellieâs eyes are bewildered at your dominance- sheâs. Fucked.
Your hands meet her swollen nipples, fingertips pinching at the rosy buds.
Another guttural cry elicited from the freckled girl comes as you bounce onto her slick cock, driving hers deep into her stomach. Her head is thrown back as she grips into the sheets- trying to not cum early like the fucking loser she was.
âB-baby Iâm going to cum, s-slow down,â she pleas as tears wet her ducts. Her chest heaves as you relentlessly grind onto her, strategically applying pressure into her clit.
You drop your chest onto her, holding her jaw as you whisper into her ear, âcum in me daddy, Iâll lick up every drop, be your good little girl.â
Ellie canât control herself anymore, gripping her hands into your hips so hard itâll leave bruises. She drags your cunt up and down her clit to create friction, huffing out a string of curses and cries.
âGunna fill this pussy for acting like this,â she squeaks out, so cute when she still thinks sheâs in control.
âPlease daddy- please!â You cry out. She could come from just hearing how desperate you get for her cock- and she has. Not that sheâll ever admit it.
âFuck- oh fuck I-â her words stop short as she bucks her hips up into you, her orgasm ripping through her. You grind onto her as her body shakes, losing completely autonomy.
âThank you daddy,â you say kissing down her chest. Making your way down to her fucked out hole, completely soaked with arousal.
You were a good girl, licking every last drop Ellie so kindly made for you.
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mood - Matt Sturniolo
summary: matt wakes up in a bad mood, which leads to an argument, however, you find a way to make him desperately apologise.
contains: nsfw, oral (m!receiving), arguing, angst, fluff.
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matt stirs in the sheets, grumbling as he sits up on his elbows.
i look over at him, my back resting against the headboard,
âhowâd you sleep?â i ask chirpily, putting my phone down beside me.
he shrugs in response, walking into the bathroom.
i press my lips together in a thin line, heâs usually not energetic in the morning, but heâs also not like this.
i peel the blanket off of me as i stand up out of bed, walking into the bathroom. mattâs brushing his teeth, not even batting an eye to me as i wrap my arms around him from behind.
he shrugs me off of him, âcan you get out, âm about to piss.â
my eyebrows furrow, âiâve seen you naked like a trillion times.â i laugh,
âi donât care, get out.â he says with a look of disgust on his face, nudging me with his elbow.
âright.â i mumble, slowly walking out of the bathroom.
he slams the bathroom door in my face.
i almost gasp, âwhat the fuck!â
he stays silent in response, the faint sounds of him shuffling around in the bathroom is the only thing that i can hear.
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matt walks into the kitchen, his sweatpants slung low around his waist, paired with a black shirt.
âdo you want me to make you breakfast?â i ask, leaning on the counter.
âno?â he mutters, pushing past me and opening the fridge, grabbing a root beer.
âmatt- soda for breakfast?â i exclaim,
âsince when did you give a shit? youâre not a health expert yourself, are you.â matt replyâs, glaring down at me.
âwhat is your problem today?â i snap, my voice raising.
âgod you are such an idiotâ he says, his eyes narrowing.
i go silent for a second.
âno, why are you acting like an actual toddler.â i say back, running a hand through my hair.
âwhy are you such a sensitive bitch?â matt snaps back, every word that comes out of his mouth is hurting me.
âwho the fuck are you talking to!â my voice wobbles as i attempt to argue back.
he scoffs, his attitude at an all time high âgenuinely pathetic.â
thatâs enough for me.
i grab his wrist, yanking him harshly and slamming him down onto the couch.
he hits the couch with a small groan.
i drop down to my knees, grabbing his sweatpants and tugging them down.
his eyes are wide as he looks down at me ânoâ m fucking mad at youâ he attempts to say, but his sentence is cut off by a loud whimpers as i wrap my lips around his tip.
âoh fuck-â he breathes, his hand reaching round and gripping the back of my head.
i swat his hand away as i take more of him into my mouth.
i pull off of him for a second to speak.
âhands by your sides.â i state, spit coating less than half of mattâs length.
he nods frantically, hands by his sides, clutching the fabric of the couch.
âi expect an apology.â i mutter, leaning down again and swirling my tongue around mattâs cock.
he throws his head back, âo-oh.. my god-â he whimpers,
my pace is fast as i take more of him down my throat.
âfeels so good- thank you- thank-â he babbles, squeezing his eyes shut as he clutches the sofa harder.
i bob my head up and down, i reach my manicured hand up and wrap it around what i canât fit of matt in my mouth.
i twist my hand at his base as i continue to force him down my mouth quickly.
âiâm so sorry- fuck- so sorry- i didnât mean it!â he rambles as his dick twitches in my mouth.
âf-fffuck⊠i love youâ he moans out, his hips starting to buck up, forcing him deeper down my throat.
âiâm so so close- youâre so good-â he groans, his tattooed hand starting to clutch his shirt.
âoh my god!â he raises his voice in a whiny tone as he bucks his hips up a final time,
his release paints the insides of my mouth, i quickly swallow it before pulling off of matt.
his hair is stuck to his forehead, his cheeks a deep hue of red and his legs spasming slightly.
his abs are clenched and his lips are parted, his expression much softer than earlier.
he peels one eye open at me, drool runnning down my chin.
his exhausted face grows into a wide warm smile,
he leans foward and grabs me under my arms, pulling me up onto his lap.
he wipes his finger across my chin,
âyou know i love you, and i didnât mean anything i said, i promise you. i was off because i had some really fuckass dreams i swear to god- like i was kind of terrified when i woke upâ he laughs,
âoh god matt.â i giggle,
âi know, it wonât happen again though, iâm sorry.â he sighs,
âfor the record, the next time we get into an argument i am not giving you a blowjob for you to apologise me.â i smile,
âoh- no, i totally get that-â he laughs, mattâs cheeks flush a deep pink again as he wipes his eyes
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ᥣđ© I really have no excuse for this tbh, itâs midnight and Iâm ovulating and overly eager boyfriend Yuuji was heavy on my mind đââïžđ« ((aged up characters)) yuujixfem!reader ᥣđ©
yuuji who just loves touching you 24/7. whose hand is always so eager to brush across your skin, he often forgets his surroundings.
the two of you are on his couch one night with some b-grade horror movie that he and junpei wanted to watch playing in the background. junpeiâs sitting on the floor next to you guys, both of them going back and forth with so many trivial facts about the film you donât even see how theyâre paying attention to it.
your eyes are heavy, your body spooned against yuujiâs with a throw blanket loosely covering you. his fingers are running through your hair, him and junpei still going on and on - something about the directorâs cut and an alternate ending when suddenly, his other hand is wedging itself between your thighs.
playing with the opening of your shorts as your eyes dart to his from over your shoulder. he grins back at you, holding a finger to his lips. junpei continues to stare at the screen in front of him, completely unaware of the other show thatâs about to start promptly behind him.
the movie flickers across the grainy tv screen, an eerie piano melody echoing across the room while the main girl finds herself lost and alone in a dark forest as a thunderstorm starts. youâre doing everything you can to focus on the details of it. to avoid flinching from the way yuuji spreads you apart. his two thick fingers tentatively grazing along your folds, gathering up slick you didnât even realize was there causing you to grind further into him. your back arching so perfectly it makes his cock twitch.
you close your eyes, pretending to be asleep in case junpei decides to look up at either of you. you know he probably wonât given how entranced he is by this director - but still! this is reckless, even for your perpetually-ready-to-make-you-cum boyfriend.
yuuji keeps somehow talking though. keeps laughing and acting like his dick isnât hard as a fucking rock and pressed firmly against your ass as he begins to lazily play with your clit, drawing heavenly circles that have you suddenly biting at the side of your hand to keep yourself from letting out a dangerously suppressed moan.
you do your absolute best to pretend youâre still asleep, carefully rolling over to face him as he continues to nonchalantly toy with you. lightly running uppp and downnn your slit. you feel like youâre going to explode, pathetically attempting to pass off a whimper as a yawn when you feel him start to prod at your entrance.
âaw, sheâs tired huh?â junpei comments.
âyeah,â yuuji smiles, biting back a laugh at the way your mouth drops open and you eyes nearly cross when he finally slips a finger into you. âsheâs pretty spent.â
a chase scene ensues, the loud stomps and suspenseful music of the killer running after his victim being enough to cover up the wet, squelching sounds of yuujiâs fingers slamming blissfully into your gummy walls.
he smiles at you again, mouthing âitâs okay, itâs okay.â as his fingers go deeper, but slower, hitting that spot you like at just the right angle.
âhey junpei, sorry to ask but - would you mind grabbing me a beer?â
âoh yeah, of courseâ he says, getting to his feet.
the moment heâs out of the room, yuujiâs suddenly knuckles deep again, your needy little cunt clamping around him so nice and snug while your eyes and body both plead with him.
he lets his mouth catch all of the cute, desperate noises you canât hold back anymore, his tongue swirling against yours feverishly while you struggle to keep your voice down. luckily though, your lewd whines seem to blend perfectly into the screams coming from the tv.
âyour pussyâs so soft ân so pretty, yâknow that?â he whispers, reeling in the way youâre drenching him. âi could play with it forever if youâd let me.â
his words make you dizzy, your body instantly wanting him back where he was as he pulls out and licks his fingers clean from the mess you made, letting out his own little groan at your taste. âyouâll get the whole thing later, donât worry.â he promises, placing a light kiss on your forehead right as junpei re-enters the room and hands him his beer.
âwhat all did i miss?â
ânot much,â yuuji muses, cracking open his drink. âhe finally got her offâŠâ
your heart stutters in your chest, your knee swiftly nudging his.
ââŠthe path she was on.â he finishes, swallowing down his beer. âshe was soaked by the time he caught up to her.â
you softly pinch him, feeling him smile as junpei laughs, none the wiser.
the two of them continue on with their banter while you actually do doze off this time. yuujiâs hand gliding across your neck as he silently begins counting down the minutes until he gets to bury himself inside of you again.
he just canât help it :((( he loves touching you.
â. đ Ë
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a/n:a repost from my old blog ⥠/ contains one sex joke / 0.9k
âsatoru, come to bed, itâs late,â yawning, you pat the space beside you. heâs doing his nightly skincare routine, patting his face gently with the retinol serum he just bought.
âya sure you donât want to try it out?â gojo offers out the dropper, a hairband cutely pushed up to prevent his bangs from interfering.
âi donât like slimey stuff on my face.â and you cringe, realising your mistake too late.
âand yet you give me your face to cuââ
âshut the fuck up,â you severely miss him, pillow landing on the floor beside him. he didnât even bother to activate his technique, laughing out loud at your failed attempt.
gojo never did switch it on when he was with you. not when he decided that heâd give his all to you, not even he asked you to move in with him on a desperate full of nightmares, not when you first said i love you.
gojo satoru was soft around you, a sight that many would like to see yet only disclosing it to you. the you who got him falling when youâd hang out with his students, giving as much pointers as you could on cursed energy. that was when he decided, heâs sure. but again, there were countless other times where gojo recalls falling deeper and deeper in love with you. he smiles at that, capping the skin care bottle before quite literally jumping onto the bed.
âargh... satoru, what the hell? youâre heavy!â his weight was crushing you, emphasised more when he leans down to plant kisses on your features. the feigned anger turns to giggling and shielding hands which he easily seizes between his fingers.
âs-stop! âtoru!â your smile is like the first few hues of dusk. it makes him feel all warm and mushy inside, something the strongest normally wouldnât have the luxury of feeling. satoru says, fuck it, because even i deserve love, even i deserve to be held. he repeats those words you said to him the first time he broke down in front of you, and he does it all the time, now.
gojo is brought back to reality when you cup his cheeks gently, not minding the slimey stuff as you caress his skin. your hands accommodate his smile, cheeks filling up with how heâs grinning down at you and you feel dizzy with the immense love you have for him.
âyouâre insanely beautiful, satoru,â you say it like it wouldnât boost his ego, but you canât care much when that much is true, noticing how much his hair resembles starlight and how his azure eyes catch the moonlight so perfectly.
gojo could say the same about you.
he sucks in a breath when he hears the compliment, the familiar cocky smirk and corny line lingering on his lips â he figured itâs just different when the words come from you.
âsay it again.â
âhm? youâre beautiful, terribly bââ your mouth parts in surprise when the other lowers himself to your side, which prompts you to lie on your lone shoulder.
âno, my love, i meant my name.â gojo pulls you closer, lighting your skin with flames.
âoh! okay! uhm, saâ toru?â you giggle, the name falling weirdly from your lips now that you were demanded to say it. you try again, âsatoru.â
your lover smiles, scooting closer, âagain.â
âsatoru.â the syllables leaving your lips makes him feel dizzy and giddy. while he enjoys being told his voice sounds like silk and syrup, he finds that it fits you better, bringing his face to rest only inches from yours.
âagain.â
âsatoru,â you whisper, a shy smile overtaking your lips. soon, theyâre captured by gojoâs, moving tenderly against yours. youâre certain you see the sky painted in many different colours before your eyes close, the mere thought of gojo sending you reeling and cheeks flushing.
gojoâs kisses are slow tonight, savouring every part of your mouth before he slips his tongue in, entwining with yours as he continues to make you fall harder. it works. breathlessly, you smile into the kiss to hopefully get a bit of air, feeling the reply of a grin on your lips when his irises open up to look at yours.
âlove you.â you murmur, ghosting along his lips before he smashes his lips against yours again, albeit clumsily that you two let out collective laughs.
people only ever call him gojo satoru, the strongest. heâs never found much identity, always a pawn for the higher-ups to play with, but when sa-to-ru falls from your lips? god, he can compare it to being caught in cupidâs arms. you give meaning to his name â satoru, satoru, satoru, you whisper, knowing that it meant enlighten, and heâs certain thatâs all you do whenever youâre around.
youâre always lighting up his life, always loving him with no restraint.
âangel?â gojo whispers in between kisses. you respond sleepily, tracing incoherent patterns along his chest. the words are caught in his throat when you fingers go over the æ of his name, three syllables packaged into a single character. he didnât expect you to remember, but it breathes some life back into him when you do it over his heart. he canât remember the last time he let someone trace his name so intimately.
âyour first name is beautiful, satoru, just like you,â you peck his lips. ânow rest, you have a long day tomorrow.â
âi love you too,â the other replies a little late. his heart clenches up at the sight of you, caged and safe in his arms that he isnât sure what to do with his hands. âi love you. i love you. i love you so much.â
with one last lingering kiss, you both succumb to slumber in peace, with gojo satoruâs first name in the palm of your hand, and his last name aching to take its place in front of your own.
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BLADDER CONTROL
PAIRING: dom! Abby x reader
Her fingers come to grasp at your cheeks, pressing them hard enough to make it sting. her fingers cup into your cheeks and chin, making you look up at her with those eyes she loved so much. you were desperate, everything hurting in a way it made you more aroused. âneed to peeâŠâ your voice came out as a blabber, a statement she couldn't care less about right now. "huh?" her thrusts become deeper, harsher. and your eyes close shut- mouth wide open, baby hairs sticking on the sweat dropping on your forehead, an unsteady whine hitting her ears.
Your thighs make a wesk attempt to close around her, but oh Abby knows what she's doing. "my poor girl..." she coos, pushing your head back into the matress to occupy her fingers with something else. She rubs small circles onto hour clit, your pussy now clenching at nothing as the tip of the strap barely grinds over hour hole. "Gotta hold it now baby, you can do that, can't you?" the friction over your wet pussy makes your bladder feel heavy, ridiculously full. maybe it's the orgasm almost building withing you. maybe not. either way it's painful into a way it feels good.
You shake your head endlessly, slipping quiet denials at her wish. Just this time. But Abby's quick to shush you, pressing her hand over your lower stomach as she leans to kiss you. Your knees coming up to your sides just to torture more if possible.
Yes she tastes good, yes the sensation is overwhelming to a point you might cum just by the tension over your stomach itself. But you'd like her to make it longer, not this easy.
So, you whine between kisses. It's sloppy and wet- as everything at this point. And she's so incredibly harsh yet gentle. Abby bruises your skin into the prettiest tones and her dick feels so good along her hands on the back of your knees. Her lower stomach over yours and the strap pressing over the right amout of skin with the right amount of friction. "abby-" You're quickly hushed by another kiss "please- can't" her tongue slides in and your hands come to cup at her cheeks. The strap wet against your slit. âcant what, baby?â her lips abandon yours briefly, taking a proper look of your fucked face.
her cock thrust inside you again. sliding deliciously slow into your wet walls. you clench just right. "mhm? can't take this?" Her lips hover over your jawline before she supports her full weight onto your legs again. dick in and out of your pussy, squelching at your wet. You catch her laughing. "you've been so good" her voice is shaky, out of breath "come on, sweet girl. I know you can take it."
your eyes close shut, nodding before nonsense slip through your lips. Your own nails digging at the skin of your thighs in hopes of pleasing her. But it's impossible. Abby just fucks you so good.
There's a growing warmth on your stomach, you're too full and to weak. and she sounds so good. Abby fucks good. "No- no- I can't... Abby-cant" you almost dig into the skin of her chest, failing to make her stop, find a way out. "It's okay baby, let go for me" you squeeze around the silicone in hopes to hold it, but its kess than a matter of seconds before youre already drenching the fabric beneath you. The sound obscene yet "Fucking perfect. Good girl"
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aftercare with Jason bc heâs so sweet after breaking the bed :((
ugh, thank you for giving me something new to daydream about.
yall these exams are gonna kick my ass next week god help me
(mild spice, mainly sugar sweetness, gender isnt specified, race neutral) mdni
Jason is such a sweetheart
With the rise and fall of your chest, the room was filled with the quiet sounds of you desperately trying to breathe, your hands tightly wrapped around Jason's neck.
Your body trembled as he pulled one last intense orgasm from you. Your voice was rugged and your throat felt desert dry from the strained gasping and pleading he'd elicited from you all night. His thrusts are now slower, but deeper. "f-uck.." he whimpers, emptying himself into you, and then he nips at your earlobe. He leans down to your sweaty forehead and places a kiss there, then more down your cheek. You let out a breathy laugh and reach your hand up to caress his cheek. He grabs ahold of your hand, bringing it up to his cheek anyway, then placing a wet kiss along your knuckles. "You're...so fucking beautiful..." he mutters breathlessly against your hand. "look at you.." he places more kisses across your palm. "How'd I ever get so lucky..." His black hair mostly sticks to his forehead, with the occasional curl tickling your face. You finally found your words, kissing him softly on the lips, and wrapping your arms around his back pulling him down. "I wanna stay like this forever Jay..with you." A tired smile appears on his lips as he slowly pulls out of you, smug at the tremble of your legs from the sensitivity. "Yeah but it'll be a bitch to pee later," he says rubbing your cheek with his thumb mindlessly. You roll your eyes at his obviousness. Leaving you with one last kiss, he reaches over to the bedside for your water bottle, lifting it to your lips to drink. "c'mon, open up." You accept the water with relief, and he partakes in it as well. You lift yourself on your elbows slightly, and then you notice the bed seems to be creaking a lot easier than it did previously, but you don't put much thought into it. Jason goes to the bathroom for a while to clean himself up and comes out with a wet washcloth and wipes, wearing gray sweatpants. "You're not gonna like this part, come on you gotta pee," he says. he kneels at the bedside, scooping you up into his muscular arms bride-style. you groan in pain at the sudden movement . he gently places you on the toilet, and leans against the sink. "Jason did you.. break the bed?" He begins running hot water in the tub. "You're the one who kept telling me to go harder and faster, I don't wanna hear it." you attempted to hide your embarrassment. "I ordered some food for you, it'll be here by the time you finish your bath." you slowly sink into the water, feeling the warmness engulf you and relax your muscles. "How'd you know what I wanted to eat?" you questioned, leaning against the smooth tub. "If I asked you, the stores would all be closed by the time you could make up your mind. trust me you'll like it." you laid back in defeat. he left the bathroom and came back with a book, two candles, and a glass of your favorite wine. you watched in awe. as he filled your favorite glass with the liquid, and sat crisscrossed on the floor beside you. He lit the candles one by one, then handed the glass to you. "for you, my love," he said with a cheeky smile. you accept the glass, your heart pounding in response. how did you get so lucky? meanwhile, he's taking in your form with awe. how the hell did he get so lucky? you both smile mutually, staring into the eyes of the love of your lives. "I love you so much Jay," you mutter, making his heart flutter. he leans over the tub, placing a kiss on your nose. "I'm so in love with you y/n."
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SILK STRINGS & PEARL RINGS, SCARAMOUCHE
ÊÉ kisses with the weight of pain and bruises colored like love â his heart hits like a punch and youâre the sucker to catch it.
WARNINGS ĘĘ- fem!reader, referred to as kuni, impact play, asphyxiation, biting / marking, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, praise, creampie, overstimulation, more scaramouche than wanderer, minors & dc antis do not interact!
NOTE ĘĘ- hey . . hey . . how yâall doin ^w^ ive been gone a while becuz tumblr wasnt it anymore nd life was lifeing ! am back now bc i missed u guys nd missed being a freak :c theres sm of u now â thank u sm for 900+! ! i loveee youu loads xoxoxooo Anywayyy i hope u enjoy this quick littl drabble to flex my muscles :3
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LIMBS LIKE STRINGS OF silk: soft, pliable, and delicate, all in the hands of an unworthy sinner. His rough callouses rub burning patches on your skin as he runs his hands across your supple skin. Even the finest silks blemish under unclean hands and you are no exception â you're the example.
The name he bears stumbles out of your mouth in broken gasps and he only wishes you would shut up; he tells you again and again in hopes of your compliance, to no avail. Your voice is a constant reminder of who he is to you and, otherwise, who heâs destroying for superficial, fleeting pleasure. Heâs far too deep to pull away now and scurry awayâhe has no choice but to double down and bump the sense out of your brain in hopes of fogging your memory. It works in a skewed way: condensing your mind to the two syllables of his name. âKuni! Kunâi!! God, Kuniâ!!!â Your pitiful screeches play on broken recurrences.
And as the master weaver he is, your pleasure is sewn up to its peak for what feels like the millionth time. Your body quakes and trembles, quivering under his weight and attempting an escape jaggedly. A hearty, choked-up whine jumps out of your chest, âStoâI canât! K-Kuni, pleaseâ!â
Deaf ears ignore your cries and pound deeper, harderâslamming his pelvic bone against your twitching clit. His hands move from the expanse of the mattress to your neck: pressing you into the mattress with pressure on the sides of your neck just right. âShut the fuck up,â he grits, rolling his hips into you. âJust shut up and take it.â
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, lashes fluttering rapidly as, quickly, your brain computes nothing but pleasure.
His hips snap against you with such intensity, that it makes you feel like he hates you. It borders on painful, eliciting sharp lightning rods to pierce and prod around your body. The sheer weight of this impassioned thrusting has you jolting up the bed and thrashing around under him, looking to escape the white-hot harvest of pleasure pulsing in your pussy.
On top of you, he burns a pretty rose that can only be described as fire. The tight grip around his cock fills his head with foggy airâbut it's the wetness that spools around his length: splat, splat, splat, that sings out the lost orgasms from rounds previous and ample arousal. Itâs that that has him grumbling out blurbs of pleasure, chasing his orgasm that rests in your depths.
Every sensation is heightened tenfold with the ever-demanding charge that is being fed in your tummies. Every pulse, squeeze, leak, prodâall of it is akin to plugging you up to an orgasm charge-port and capping off the battery.
Itâs too much; you scream that out enough until you can't gather enough air to breathe, let alone speak. Kuni agrees with you but he really, really, wishes you would shut up. He can't think and with every sound you make, heâs urged on in this unshakeable, carnivorous desperation to fuck harder. He's not immune to pleasure; he may be more susceptible to its threats, in fact. Knitted brows and screwed eyes blind him to the overstimulated writhing you enact, wriggling under his touch in vain hopes of reprieve.
Tears stream down your cheeks to mix with a layer of slobber splayed on your skinâa pitifully nasty mess, born out of the relentless palms of your man. He has the liberty to see you at your most vulnerable: degeneracy painting itself all over your body. A beautifully disgusting mess, you are, and he only makes it worse.
Stirring around your guts is his angry hard-on, circling your walls in shaky rolling manners, letting you both rest against the other and heave out deep breaths. The tip grinds against your g-spot and has you whimpering weakly, slapping his forearms and rolling your stomach. âIâm gonnaââ
âDonât you fucking dare.â He grits, grabbing a fistful of hair and tugging your head to the left. The stinging burn that dances at your roots has you wincing and whining, scrunching your face up. âHold it.â
âI c-canât, Kuni!â Just as the words leave your mouth, his hips are re-angled to push up into your pussy, the right-bound hook he sports curving right up to a gummy cushion in your walls. They contract around him and he groans, tightening his grip on your hair.
He dives into you, letting his hands grip your waist as his head wedges itself between your chin and shoulder. âGet it through your thick fucking skull,â he berates, nipping your collarbone. âYou can't cum until I say so,â
His hips grind upward, drilling his dick deep into your depths that the hoarseness in your voice is shaken off for a shrill yelp to be squeezed out. He laughs at you menacingly, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to then circle the mark with his tongue. âTake it like a good bitch and I may be nice to you.â
Not a word he said will be upheld. You're so goodâthe best girl for him and he still dangles your release in front of you. Like a dog to a thick bone, you pant and whine in anticipation of being thrown your Achilles heel.
Exhaustion catches up to him and he can only lazily rock into you. His left hand presses on your stomach as he does so, trapping pressure in your tummy and mixing deliciously with your pleasure.
Heat swims beneath your skin and spills out beads of perspiration, gluing your bodies together.
Proximity; your bodies are so close and burning up fervent flames that swallow you down. Like the pliable silk you are, you slip around under his hold and that knot your stomach is tied up in easily unwinds.
âYouâre coming, aren't you?â He shakily asks, exhaling deeply. If you aren't, he is.
Your non-answer is answer enoughâhe moans pathetically in your ear, falling apart as he ruts into you.
Holding on is a thing of the past as he slams against your sweet spot, unfurling his orgasm into you in milky ropes. Simultaneously, you release your biggest orgasm yet, splashing against his stomach and streaming down your legs. The pressure pushes him out with a grunt, a sadistic laugh of his echoing in your head.
Your swollen pussy is shining in pearlescent, bubbled strings, rolling out of you in a gushing mix. Oh, it's nasty; and you're utterly destroyedâflushed and blemished and patterned in bites, bruises, and prints. Your lips are swollen and bitten; your eyes are low-lidded and teary; your face is sweaty and tear-stained; your body quivers and spasms and Kuni thinks that you've never looked better.
Reprieve only lasts a mere moment before your legs are pushed up to your shoulders, spreading and stretching your limbs to their limits. Drawing out a whine, you speak hoarsely, âWhatâre you doing? No more..â
âI never told you to cum, did I?â
A break quickly becomes a distant memory.
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Give me what I want.
pairing: Arlecchino x fem!reader
context: sesbian lex.
cw: porn without plot, strap-on, rough sex, overstimulation, pussydrunk Arle, Arle is so into eating reader out that she lowkey looses it, not proofread
I literally just wanted to write something short without plot or back information to cleanse my mind before going back to my usual schemingđŒ
NSWF utc, MDNI
âI canât hear you.â, your attempt to muffle the moans into the comfort of your pillow was shattered to pieces as your wife grabbed a handful of your messy hair -which used to be a neatly arranged ponytail- only to yank your head back out of the fabric, your moans of pure pleasure and ecstasy now ripping through the tense bedroom air.
âYou know better than to hide the results of my work from me, doll.â, she rolled her hips back against yours, your juices already formed a creamy ring on the base of strap as she effortlessly hit that cute little spot inside of you again. The spot that makes your legs quiver and your pussy throb even more as you prayed to the gods that she leaves your abdomen intact.
How many times did she make you break apart by now? You lost count already but the five fingers on your hand were sure as hell not enough. She didnât even bother undressing you properly after coming home with you from a business dinner.
There was still your bra holding onto its dear life on your right shoulder as your beautiful dress was lazily unzipped, the skirt being shoved up just enough for Arle to have access to your cunt and you were pretty sure she mightâve ripped it in the process of trying to get these annoying layers of fabric off of your body before just simply giving up. Then there was your pantyhose. Besides mumbling a simple âsorryâ against your neck as she ripped them apart to gain entry to you, little effort was put into caring for your clothes.
She was the one buying them anyway.
Another cry of pleasure left your throat as she angled her hips slightly, only to fuck back deeper into your aching cunt, always making sure the tip of the silicone dildo kisses your weak spot. Itâs not like it takes a lot of effort for her to do so.
âSo vocal, my little dove⊠arenât you?â, the sound of skin slapping together filled the room as you canât help but nod which makes her chuckle, soon you feel her sharp nail being dragged along the length of your spine. You visibly shiver underneath her touch.
âYou can whine and complain about your overstimulated core all you want but youâre moans are practically all over the place as if Iâd deprived you of my touch for centuries.â, your walls tightened at the sheer rawness in her voice again, you needed a break as much as you wanted her to keep fucking you into heaven, to keep whispering those filthy words into your ear that remind exactly of why that wedding ring on your right hand is glimmering so beautifully in the shimmering moonlight shining down on your fucked out figure.
Just when you were about to approach your next orgasm of the night, that filled up sensation between your legs disappeared suddenly and fuck you hated it. It suddenly felt so unbearably empty it made your legs quiver in desperation. With a whine you turned your head around to throw the death glare of the century at your wife. You were only met with a pair of hungry eyes fixating yours.
In between your breathless panting, you couldnât help but snap at her, âW-What was that for-?! I was just about-â, and in one swift motion, you were flipped on your back. Strong hands grabbing a hold underneath your knee joints; forcing your legs against your chest and lifting up your abdomen in the process.
âAlways so quick to complain. Greedy, little thing you are.â, your wife was no more standing before you as her face was now on the same height as your throbbing hole. Something in your stomach churned at the hungry glimmer in Arlecchinoâs eyes as she stared down at you, like a predator choosing its prey for the next meal.
She was about to have a feast.
âAny last words?â, her tongue slowly licked over her own lips, nails carefully scratching over the skin on your knee, the threads of her self control snapping one by one as she took in the drenched state of your cunt and- oh? Seems like her nails also parted your slip in two pieces when she pulled it aside earlier.
âEn⊠E-Enjoy your meal-â, the words barely left your lips as Arlecchino dived her face between your legs, tongue lapping up your folds to savor every last drop of you.
Your hand quickly found home in between the strands of her hair, your body too overwhelmed with her tongue exploring your aching pussy like she just came home to a Gourmet meal being served for dinner. The slurping sounds coming from her mouth where driving you close to insanity, there was even a moan being swallowed up your soft flesh as the tip of her tongue grazed your clitoris.
This was as close to heaven as Arlecchino will ever get. Your taste was addictive. Pulling her in like a siren song. More. She wanted- No, she needed more of you. She wanted to devour you whole, feast on you until your legs were shaking around her head as you prayed and begged for more. Simply just nibbling on your clit wasnât enough for her. She was greedy. And the Knave was usually never a greedy woman. But this pretty thing between your legs only belonged to her and she had to make sure you know it. She will let you know it.
So when her tongue dived back into your hole, a pleasured whine slipped past your lips. Your wife knew how to eat you up even better than how to handle her deadly scythe. It came to her as natural as breathing but you didnât quite believe her when she insists on you being her first.
Arlecchino didnât stop for the sake of your sanity when you came over her tongue faster than you anticipated. The lewd sounds that were produced by your very own vocal chords being enough to keep her going, nose still nuzzled against the overly sensitive bundle of nerves as her tongue fucked you like she just made her last wish on her deathbed.
Thatâs when you noticed between all the pleasure clouding your mind that her hands gripping your legs were growing overly hot. A quick glance at them confirmed your suspicions. The usually dark-grey lines grazing her black skin were slowly fading into a bloody-red.
She was that far gone?
Hissing slightly, you tapped her hand with your free one, âF-Fuck⊠ArleâŠâ, but your wife was too lost in her own Cloud 7.
âP-Peruere-!â, this time your voice grew a bit more desperate, even tugging on her hair.
âHmâŠ?â, her mouth still didnât leave the comforting warmth of your folds, eyes merely fluttering open, itâs like looking in the eyes of a drunkard who just came home from his daily visit at the bar.
âP-Peruere, y-your hands-!â, you know yanked her head back from you, forcing a pained groan from her throat, your fluids dripping down from her chin.
Like how dare you interrupt her during her meal.
She even had the guts to look pissed off as she took rapid breaths, obviously not aware of her need of oxygen, âWo⊠Woman, what is so important that you-â, she now finally noticed the red lines running up her toned arms and she clicked her tongue in frustration, quickly removing her grip on you after placing your legs on her shoulders and shoves the skirt of your dress out of her way.
âMy apologies. Are you hurt, dearest?â, she placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh before leaning her head against it. The look in her eyes was apologetic, yet still yearning.
âItâs fine. Iâm oka-â, thatâs all your wife needed to hear before taking off right where she left the both of you. Hands now slowly returning back to their usual color but theyâre now gripping the edge of your bed, not wanting to risk anything.
You could only watch the black tips of her hair slowly turning back into their usual white when you felt her lips closing around your clit.
This is going to be a loooooooooooong night. You just hope that your legs wonât give up on you tomorrow.
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