#the sweet ��r’ rolling between his tongue and teeth LIKE PLEASE

[dollopole]

Oh, oh.

Yes.

My favourite “Merlin?” Very underrated moment, in my opinion.

[tonycries]

I-T G-I-R-L!

Synopsis. Making big, powerful boys break beg and follow your every whim? Easy!

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, NÉEDY boys, making them whine, bondagé, creampíes, GOJO’S POWERS, chokíng Geto, use of “good boy”, cúmplay, spítting, making them CRY, MAJOR overstím, bégging (THEM), pússy-slappíng, oraI (fem receiving), face-ríding, matíng presses, dry húmping, overspill, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.9k (whew)

A/N. Woke up n’ decided I wanna bully them so here we are. Have a lovely day <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - MR. AND MRS.

“P-please.”

“What was that?”

“Fuck you-”

It was low - begging - and for the first time, you have that syrupy sweet privilege of hearing Toji’s husky baritone break with such a whiny crack at the end. 

Smugly, you swipe an index right across where your puffy pussy was straddling his poor, overworked cock. Collecting the saturated mess along his furious length - still so swollen with the sheer volume he’d been gushing out tonight. All the way up, up, up to that messy puddle of seed glistening all over his flinching abs. “Then…I guess m’not letting you cum inside, Toji. Again.”

“No! No no no- oh.” Toji’s burst of pained moans are cut off when you shove your fingers between his bruised lips. Dewy, green eyes rolling to the back of his head with each suck and slurp at their milky white sheen. “Fuck- you little-” And despite how furious he sounds, you could feel the very tip of his fat head thicken, twitching a jagged pattern along your cervix. With a low growl, Toji narrows his gaze, biting down on your now-clean digits with his sharp canines, “I said- please, my girl.”

Just that simple plea has your boyfriend’s jaw clenching, teeth gritted so viciously at the way you’ve been oh-so-coyly denying him the one thing he’s wanted for what feels like hours now. 

“Louder.” your lips curl into a devilish grin, back arching in that perfect bow Toji loved so much. Only deepening the lingering rolls of your hips down his needy tip. “Didn’t hear ya.”

“F-fuck.” Toji’s throwing his head back, thick fingers coming down to splay out across your bent thighs. “Can you- please-” You could feel every minute flex of his muscled thighs when he efforts to buck your sloppy hips deeper - faster - down his fat cock. Only to be halted by ten mean fingernails of yours pinning him down by his curving pecs, “-please. Wan’ cum inside- let me cum inside goddammit, woman.”

Of course, you decide to tease him by slowing down your pace even more. Letting your sloppy pussy just stroll down every greedy inch of his dick. Trying to hold back your content giggle, “I dunno…”

And Toji thinks he could yell out in frustration, he thinks he could sob, “Fuck- I said please. Pretty please? What more do you fucking want?”

He sounded so devastated. And you swear you could spy wet, bulbous tears at the corners of his long lashes, the familiar scar along his lips wobbling with such precious need. 

“Hmm–” you’re letting out such a sultry drag of your voice, taking so much of your sweet sweet time that Toji thinks he’s about to lose his mind. About to just flip your bratty self over and shove his thoroughly teased cock into you until you forget about that looming threat of not letting him paint your insides white. Fuck, the things he does for you-

“Call me your wife.”

Shit - Toji’s darkened eyes widen at your little request, jaw hanging open in disbelief and-

“That’s it?” he laughs - laughs. Rumbling out of his broad chest in a hoarse rasp, and those two strong arms of his tug down your limp body to kiss teasingly at your jutted-out lips. Slipping his hot tongue between the seams, “S’all because my hah- baby wanted to be my- my pretty lil’ wife. Well-” Any and every retort is fucked out of your mind when Toji’s spearheading into your mushy g-spot with a harsh rut of his hips. “-what my wife wants, my wife gets.”

The bed is creaking with every riotous slam, smearing the velvety pool of cum even farther between your bodies. Sticking to you like a sloppy second skin, strings of lewd juices form and snap when his massive cock stretches your gummy walls until they gape. 

“Shit- shit shit shit, if I knew that was all you wanted-” you’re feeling the languid drag of Toji’s happy trail scratch your throbbing clit. “Please- I would’ve been fucking my wife for s-so long now. Silly girl, s’all I’ve ever wanted- would’ve begged, gotten on my knees-”

“Hngh! Fuck-” you’re squealing when you feel him drip with even more saturated precum to coat your snug channel. One calloused palm of his coming between the two of your slick bodies to smear across the mess from his sweet highs, deftly angling them so that the rounded tips of his fingers are stuffing your leaky pussy with sloppy globs of his seed every time you’re slamming down. 

“Now now–”  It’s all you can do to gulp in heaving breaths to make your tone sound warning, but even that sounds too breathless - and both of you know it. Babbling away, “-don’t get so cocky- might just- hah, change my mind, husband.”

And fuck. Oh fuck. 

Your poor cunt just throbs when in a split-second, Toji’s mouth slacks even further, wrenching out a guttural groan. 

And then your gushing walls are milking out every ribbon of velvety cum that splurges into your tight pussy. It’s so much - too much, painting your insides all white with his seed. Toji’s gasping at the feeling of it sloshing around your elastic walls in slow, clingy swivels coating the both of you. 

His breath hitches when he spies down at the obscenely white mess below, globs of his cum slobbering messily down your inner thigh. Fuck, he’s never - never - came before you. This was-

“This better be a proposal, y’know.” you hum in amusement. “Or it would be interesting that you came early just becaus-”

“The fuck else would it be?” Toji’s gruffing out, two warm hands gliding to grip onto the globes of your ass. Still irritated. Still embarrassed. 

Ignoring your titter, he rams your teasing hips down with a sharp smack! like he was branding all five fingers onto your skin. Plugging your ravaged entrance shut with his weepy dick to stop even more of that thick, gushing cum from trickling out. You mewl when you feel his swelteringly wet tip quirk at the very bottom of your spongy cervix in interest, “Now be quiet and let me fuck you properly as my wife.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Hands-on intervention…

“You really are trying to get us fired, huh, my love?” he’s murmuring gently, “What do you think you’re doing this late, hm?”

Now, Nanami knew he shouldn’t have taken on those extra documents, he knew he should’ve been back home by now. Wrapped up in you and your cute gossip about what happened in your department today.

But here he was, sitting at his empty office. With you - stubborn as you are - straddling him like such a slut on top of his heavily manspread, muscular thighs, his favorite late-night snack. His coworker. His wife. 

“I should hah- ask you the same thing, Ken.” you’re grinning, the sinfully tight satin of your skirt hiking up with each slow, teasing roll of your drooly cunt against his clothed erection. It’s so messy. Your syrupy saturated slick mixing in with Nanami’s steadily beading precum. “Didn’t we both agree to no more late nights?”

He’s heaving out a shaky sigh, running a warm hand up and down your arched spine, “I know, I know. I apologize.”

That frantically achy little pulse of your slick-glossed cunt on top of him told him that he wasn’t forgiven just yet. And Nanami gulps - loosening that yellow, speckled tie of his with the tight bobbing of his Adam’s apple. Rich tone shaky - shuddering, even, “How- how do you want me to make it up to you, darling?”

You’re batting your lashes at his expansive mahogany desk. “Well…”

Of course he should’ve seen where this was going - with your high-heel-clad feet swiveling high in the air, digging into his broad shoulders. Stitches in your poor skirt popping and tearing with each bullying thrust your husband’s planting on your ravaged in this tight mating press. 

“K-Ken—” you’re letting out such a sickly sweet moan when his fat, weepy tip collides with the very bullseye of your sensitive g-spot. Your fingers work deftly to reach into your skirt pocket - pulling out that familiar tiny hot-pink bullet vibrator.

“Walkin’ around with that during work?” Nanami gasps, barely tearing his eyes away from that heavenly sight of your swollen pussy entrance wrapped around his girthy shaft. “Such a dirty girl you-” 

“Oh s’not for me.” 

And fuck, Nanami can only watch - can only gape his clenched jaw open when your devious fingers dip the feverishly shaky vibrator down, down, down to kiss so delicately at his thick hilt. 

“Oh!” His towering body wracks with a shiver, full, heavy balls clenching so tightly. Hammering his rawly aching cock so thoroughly into you, hips pistoning forwards with the carnal need for more more more- “Wait- Fuck! M-my love?”

“Yes–?” you’re humming, low and sultry and oh Nanami already knows he’s gone. He can only pray he leaves with his sanity intact. 

Splaying out two large hands on the sides of your head, the documents on top rustle in sync with those saturatedly hypnotic squelches echoing from your ravishing cunt. “Is this- s’this oh, fuck- please.” Nanami screws his eyes shut when you’re holding down the device even harder onto his glistening shaft. “S’this- is it- because I broke our hah- promise?”

“Maybe.” you’re breathing out into his panting mouth. So enveloped by his weighty figure that it was almost difficult to work your little magic. “Maybe I just got tired of waitin’ around for you to finish overtime, Ken.”

“Please!”

Over and over. That tiny spark is enough to have him barrelling back into your dripping wetness with reckless abandon. 

He’s so utterly ruined - glasses sliding down his high nose-bridge, thighs quivering with sensitive need. And you could just feel every fresh wave of heated precum painting your cunt in a glossy new coat. “Fuck- tell me please. Please, darling, m’begging.”

“Promise me no more overtime.” You’re grinning, fingers still steady tracing his most sensitive spots. 

“P-promise…”

“N’ to always hurry home to me?”

“I promise! I promise- promise to always come home- to you- always. Please-” he’s startling you with a soft pad of his thumb rolling over your neglected clit. Such a low, broken keen leaving him at when you start drawing harsh, methodical circles on the sensitive spots along his length. “N-no more overtime. Please please please- feels too good- what do I do- what-”

Ah, success looked so pretty.

Nanami’s eyes were already so watery, stern lips trembling with little apologies about “never workin’ overtime again.” So uncharacteristically disheveled in a way that makes your mouth water.

“Shit-” you hiss when that pointed nub of the vibrator accidentally hits your widely stretched-out pussy. The velvety cling of your walls making him hiss furiously. Disrupting, fat tip nudging all those crevices along your snug channel. “Hah- don’t think I’d let you off so-”

Before you can react, he’s hiking a long leg up on the desk to angle his crashes with scary accuracy. Just colliding against your bulbous g-spot with no hesitation. Pushing, with the very edge of his weepy tip - far, so far that you could scream.

Over and over and over- So elastically stretching out your snug hole to your limits to take him in all his long, throbbing entirety. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck I know, I know.” He’s alternating between long, rough strokes to shove you further and further up the cool desk, and shallow lingering grinds to mold your pretty walls to the exact form of his swollen shaft. “I’ll do anything- anything, please just- cum.”

It only takes a few more calculated pistons of his hips, and a touchy, teasing smack! onto your weepy cunt before you’re crashing headfirst into your orgasm. Cumming all around his wildly twitching shaft, your velvety walls just mending all around the shape of his pretty cock. Your toes curl, back arching into such a bowing bend. And in the split-second your grip weakens, Nanami’s seizing that hot pink devil in your hand.

“F-fuck wait-” you squeal at at familiar bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt echoing across the filled-out walls of your cunt. Squeezing inside the tight fit where Nanami’s fat shaft was nestling, tremoring so deliciously against each and every one of your sweet spots. Stuffing you full. “What-”

“Don’t forget - you’re working overtime, too, my love.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - No need for air

“F-fuuuck, gorgeous.” Geto’s melodic moan makes your cunt throb, a fresh gush of your sweet sweet juices slobbering down to where he was slapping your puffed-up clit with his fat head. The angry divot of his tip smacking up once, twice onto the too-sensitive nub. 

“So fuckin’ wet f’me-” he whispers from behind, gliding a thumb across the glossy sheen trickling down from the corners of your slit. The sight of his glistening fingers makes him bare you with such a crazed, feral grin, feeding you inch by fucking in languid, bullying rams. “-almost makes me forget the hand around my throat.”

At this, your nails are digging in even deeper around the pale, long column of his throat. Leaving neat, red indents that stand out. And you swear you could spy his leering grin grow even wider at that sinful sting. 

“What about it, Sugu?” you’re grinning over your shoulder. Gasping for air at how relentlessly he was trying to squeeze his fat shaft through that tight, glossy ring of muscle. 

Each drag of his throbbing shaft has your fingers tightening more around his throat. Making Geto feel so woozy and lightheaded with each little grind into the glistening channel past your puffy folds. “Heh, really like fuck- it rough like this, huh?” A low groan drags at the back of his throat when you start pushing your limp hips back in a jerky little cadence to try and meet his. “Shit- shit shit shit s’too good. You’re suckin’ me up so tight s’almost hard to fuck into ya. Almost makes me wanna-”

“Cum inside?” 

This earns you a punishing smack! on your bulging cunt, cool metallic rings of his burning into your skin. So sopping wet and struggling to expand your gummy walls around his expanding girth. Drawing out a dark chuckle from the depths of his chest, “Real funny, gorgeous. You and I both hah- know s��jus’ your hngh! cockdrunk mind talking.”

“Nooo—” you’re tugging him in a desperate, vice-like grip to crash your lips against his. Whining against his lips, “S’not. Really really want you to cum inside, Sugu. F’me - please? Like a good boy?” 

It was a little slip of your tongue - really - and you didn’t expect anything more than another teasing slap to your cunt, maybe even a joke at your expense.

But what you didn’t expect was for the sloppy cadence of Geto’s hips to falter just a bit. You’re turning your head just in time to catch that glassy, far-away look in his eyes, jaw slacking open to let out a shocked gasp. You hear a sharp pop! from his toned hips before they’re surging forwards to barrel your poor cunt with every weighty inch of his girth. 

Over- and over and over- One large hand of his is catching around yours to squeeze - warningly. Letting out a strangled, “G-gorgeous…”

Oh? 

Brows quirking, you’re batting your lashes so syrupy slow, “Are you gonna be my good boy, Sugu? Make me a momma?”

Another lewd push and pull, having you bouncing back on Geto’s sharp hipbones with such loud smacks! of skin-on-skin. Ringing into the humid, heady air and wracking his body with almost-painful shivers. 

“F-fuck–” He’s struggling to find the words - to even think with his melty mess of a mind. Such a delicate blush burns at Geto’s scowling cheeks when you’re facing him with a surprised grin - one he hides by latching his lips onto the crook of your neck, hiding away the smile threatening at his plump lips. “God- you’re gonna be the death of me. Don’t you fuckin-”

Your firm grip grows even firmer, resolving to him choking in large, breathy exhales. “Good boy.” Craning your arm around deftly to cup his pretty cheek. “You’re gonna do what I say, right?”

Shit, he was a goner.

It has the same effect, and once again, your big bad boyfriend is reduced back into a whiny mess. He’s planting two strong legs on the drenched silken sheets to fully fuck his bullying cock all the way into the back of your plushy pussy. 

Usually sharp tongue so heavy and slurring. Babbling out little pleas into the rhymically jiggling valley of your breasts - “Ohhh yes- yes yes yes please let me- wanna- m’your good boy, right? Let me cum inside, hngh shit! Wan’ you to take it- ah- a-all, make you a momma.” 

He lets out wet, feverish pants when you drag him close enough to moan that dangerous little word into his mouth. “Please? Please let me?” Geto nuzzles his cheek into your soft palm, heady movements so slow. Syrupy - like he was moving through molasses. And it’s like he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing when he’s popping one of your fingers into his mouth. Delicate pink lips looking so pretty - depraved - wrapped around your ring finger. “Wanna knock you up- hah marry you.” His eyes roll to the back of his head, “Put a ring on this finger- n’ a baby in ya pretty pussy.”

Meeting that increasingly ruthless cadence by fucking back to memorize each thumping ridge, each prominent vein along his girthy shaft. Twitching. Angry. He’s nodding - nodding so feverishly - tears crinkling glisteningly at the corners of his lids. “Please- please call me that again. Let me make you a momma, please.”

You don’t get to hear the rest of his sentence, because it only takes a few more solid, thorough swallows of his rummaging cock before he’s speechless. So fucking pussydrunk he can’t piece together anything but your name followed by a slurred-out string of profanities. Close. Too close. 

Staring into Geto’s heavy, half-lidded gaze, you whisper such a saccharine sweet, “Then, cum inside f’me like a good boy, Sugu.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Crybaby.”

It’s by the second orgasm that Choso feels a bit jittery, thighs quivering uncontrollably, chest heaving up and down in pained, ragged little gasps. 

It’s by the fourth that Choso feels nervous, he trusts you - of course, he does, you’re his sweet girl after all - and yet he can’t help that churning heat in his pulse. Heavy balls squeezing weakly with each glide of your soft palm down his red, achingly stimulated length. 

It’s only by the fifth that Choso is sobbing, big fat tears trailing down to his glossy lips. Such a rosy red and bitten in worry, hips fucking up in jagged, mindless little grinds. Oh, it takes everything in Choso to not cling on desperately to your feverish hand right now - dwarfed by his sheer girth, so glossy with a thick sheen of precum - yet still dragging up and down relentlessly. Treating him like some toy. 

“Baby–” your beloved boyfriend’s wet gasp catches in his throat when you swivel a curious thumb underneath his sensitive slit. Letting a fresh gush of his saturated precum glisten down to your wrist. “Baby baby baby- please. P-please, I don’t think I can- ngh- give y’anymore.”

“I think you can.” your leveled hum cuts through his frantic pleas. “Don’t you think? After all, you were so happy getting off to my panties like this, weren’t you? Ruining them?”

It’s like the very memory of his shameful act has Choso fucking his jerky hips up into your soft touch, arching his muscled back into a beautiful curve on your soaked bedsheets. Oh, how embarrassed he felt - how shameful, being caught in the very act by you, fingers deep in your panty drawer. 

Despite his very obvious need, he’s shaking his barely-lucid head. Damp, dark tresses sticking to his sweat-glossed forehead, curtaining those glassy eyes. Slurring out, “Fuck! Please m’sorry m’sorry I don’t think- can’t-”

So deceivingly innocently, you’re batting your lashes in a way that has his massive girth jolting ferally in your hand, “But that’s all I really want, Cho~?”

“...”

Leaning down, Choso could feel your mean smirk against his hotly flushed skin. Dragging up his salty trail of tears, kissing so gently meanwhile your next words made him think he’d pass out. Sultry, and whispered right against the shell of his ear, “Then we better make this last one count, right?”

“Ah!” he’s yelping, large hands scrambling for the sheets - the headboard - you when you seat yourself so prettily on his splayed-out lap. Greedy cunt feeding into every long, solid inch of his achy cock in an easy glide. It felt so good - it hurt so good. Fuck, he thinks he’s gonna-  “-die.” Choso rasps, jittery hands coming to rest at your waist. “Think m’gonna die- gonna- fuck fuck fuck-”

You didn’t even have to think of moving, yet - because all it takes is for Choso’s gushy tip to be swallowed up by your snug channel - the slightest taste of heaven, the slightest squeeze - before you’re being slammed down onto the plush mattress.

Breath puffing out of your lungs, gasping at the sheer stretch when your dangling legs are being thrown over Choso’s broad shoulders. Wrapping tight into a vice-like grip when he folds you in half, down, down, down into the meanest mating press you didn’t think either of you capable of.

But rationality was the last thing on Choso’s mind, right now. 

“Baby—” he’s hissing, fully sheathed inside your dripping cunt to that thick hilt of his. He gulps at the stars bursting behind his lids with each slow, lingering grind. Nuzzling into your touch, “Baby, can’t b-believe you’ve ahh- brought me to this state. M’sorry hah- please forgive me.”

And you almost feel bad - that is, until Choso’s swiping his fat tip against your spongy cervix. Still feeling every single pads of your fingers burning down his raw shaft every time your puffy cunt milks him tight. He’s jutting in jerky, unmethodical little humps - feeling less human than just sheer need. 

“W-well-” you’re gasping, when he gives such a ruthless smash into your bruisingly bulging g-spot. Bonelessly, you wrap your arms around his pale neck, tugging him in so close. A full-body shudder wracks through his entire body when you crane your glossy lips up to bite down on his ear lobe, “-how about you cum f’me again to make up for those three limited edition panties you stole.”

His jaw falls even more slack at your little sentence, a shiny trail of drool dripping from the corners of his ravaged lips. 

“Baby, please.” he’s hissing, moving pistoning even sloppier into you as if on autopilot. A cracking ah! ah! ah! leaves Choso’s mouth at every bullying crash against your g-spot, every dizzying thrust. “Anything else. Please please-”

Through his blurry vision, the blood roaring in his ears, Choso could make out your soft suckling kiss against his slack lips. “Cum f’me, Cho.”

Maybe it’s that honeyed little nickname, maybe the way the curve of your thumb glides away his mess of syrupy saliva. Or maybe it was the way your velvety walls come to form around him so tight - squeezing almost meanly. Once. Twice. 

Choso doesn’t know - nor does he fucking care right now.

“F-fuck I can’t believe-” his eyes snap so comically wide open, letting out such a long, drawn-out drawl of your name. Hips stuttering to smack forwards, “-m’cumming- shit, it hurts- it feels so good. M’cumming m’cumming-”

Choso cums - in ghosting, wispy streams of almost-translucent fluid. Withering out into nothing, until his poor, overworked cock is spurting out just blank heavals. Cumming dry, the only signs of him fucking you through his high being that shaking in his thighs, that frantic twitching of his shaft - flinching to nudge into each dripping sweet spot inside you. 

And his broken, pleading cries, “Fuck- m’buying you the hah- wh-whole store. Fuck- please, baby just-” Nudging his sobbing cock even deeper to brand at your cervix, “-just one more.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - TASTE

“You little-”

“What?” you’re leering down at the great Ryomen Sukuna. Pink locks splayed out across the decadent silk sheets, pretty face framed so perfectly by your thighs. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Not quite.” his long, rosy tongue licks a strip up your exposed skin. All the way up from about midway at your inner thigh to just the edges of your drippingly wet panties. Syrupy sweet, and see-through with all your juices. “You really think this is gonna make me say sorry for uh-”

You have to stifle a low laugh when Sukuna cuts himself off with a ragged hitch of his breath. Sharp, cursed eyes widening - just a fraction - honing in to let his greedy tongue loll out. It takes him only a split-second to catch that droopy ooze of your slick, beading through your sopping slit and right onto the middle of his tastebuds. 

“Mmm-” he’s licking that lewd little gloss all over his lips without even a shred of abashedness. “Where- uh where were we, brat?”

Without warning, you’re lacing your fingers through his surprisingly soft strands. Pulling - hard enough to make him groan - until the tip of Sukuna’s nose was just kissing at the lacy mound of your cunt. 

“I believe…” you’re smirking at the way that’s all it takes for him to slide the thick seam of his tongue between the thin fabric of your panties. Red - to match his eyes. Not wasting even a second when he lets your honeyed sweet cunt drool all the way down to the back of his throat. “Not gonnna make him say sorry” your ass. “-you were in the middle of apologizing for forgetting our little dinner date.”

You don’t think he hears you - you don’t even think he breathes. Because with one, final shuddering breath puffed out onto your quivering pussy, Sukuna is meshing his lips with yours in such a messy kiss. Fast, thirsty. Clashing against your swollen folds, slurping past your flimsy excuse of panties to latch around your throbbing clit. He’s hollowing out his cheeks to give them harsh, methodical little sucks. 

“Shit- mmpf- fuck I always forget how sweet you are.” he’s rasping, two large hands coming up to spread the globes of your ass. Pushing you up, up, up to slobber all your saturated slick down the lower half of his face - his cheekbones. “C’mon now, ride my nose- hah, use me with this cute cunt like you always do.”

Fuck, was it tempting. And it takes everything in you to tug away his salivating mouth with a loud squelch! And if you didn’t know any better, you’d have said that the infamous king of curses let out a whine - a whine - watching those delicate strings of spit and slick snap away when you hoist yourself off his greedy mouth.  

“What the fuck, woman?”

“I told you, Kuna.” you whine out, as scoldingly as you can. Wrangling against those big beefy arms trying to desperately pull you back down, “You hafta apologize.”

You’re teetering precariously when Sukuna’s entire chest rumbles with a groan, eyes rolling so sassily. “What did you want me to do?” he clicks his tongue. Baring you with such dangerous fangs that glisten with your juices in the dim light. “Had to kill off some scum curses, s’not my fault. M’not apologizing for- shit-”

Any and every retort is knocked out of his mean mouth at that heavenly sight of you running your trembly fingers between your puffed-up pussy lips. Pushing past your panties to run them up and down where your dripping wet cunt needed you most. 

“Oh?” you’re quirking a brow at how transfixed he was. Following that shuddering gulp when you roll your neglected clit between two fingers. “Cat got your tongue now?”

His jaw slacks open when you’re teasing your winking hole, glossed-up and already so pliant with where Sukuna had just dipped the edge of his soft tongue inside. His mouth waters at the memory, “I–”

“Or is it that you just don’t hah-” you’re arching your back even more to give him the perfect view. Fingers getting a bit more frenzied, circling around the very edge of that ring of muscle the way you knew he loved to do. “-want this-” Whining out, “-Kuna–?”

That was it.

“Fuck, sit-” Sukuna’s gritting out through clenched teeth. And when you’re only stagnating and hovering tempestuously in front of him, he wraps all four large arms around the small of your waist. “-fucking sit, woman.” 

You’re squealing at the force of his inhuman strength, dragging you down unceremoniously onto his awaiting mouth. With this, he’s spitting on your cunt. Once. Twice. Three whole times to add to the glistening gloss that collected down your folds. 

“M’sorry, see?” he goads pridefully. Oh, if anyone heard the cruel king of curses apologizing like this, they’d faint. Giving the fat of your ass a branding smack! Hard enough that he could feel all five bumps of his sweltering fingers on your skin. “Fuckin’ little- oh- spoiled little-” But Sukuna can’t even finish his sentence - can’t even think about it with his mind so saturated. Hot tongue mashing in to swerve and drag across those sweet spots hidden at your plushy walls. “Said m’sorry, s’this good enough for you?”

Your pussy such a sopping wet mess that Sukuna can’t help but kiss again. And again. And again and again and- “See m’sorry. M’so, so sorry- fuck just never take this pretty pussy away from me, little brat.” 

And now you’re sure he lets out a whimper - raspy, and a few octaves higher than his usual baritone. So deep now that he was just cinching your pulsing clit across his sharp nose. Murmuring, “Stop laughing- can feel ya shaking- before I cancel our dinner reservation for tomorrow. M’renting out the whole fuckin’ restaurant, so ya better give me my fill.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Bed chem.

“It won’t-” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that the great Gojo Satoru was pleading right now. Praying. Voice shot, pretty pink lips wobbly, pale hand raw and red from tugging on those fluffy handcuffs. He’s pouting, “Won’t work.”

He was so picture-perfect, restrained tight to the headboard with those customized handcuffs you’d ordered. Blinking his weepy, blue eyes droopily, slurring words that were all bark and no bite. 

You’re rolling your eyes, giving his spit-glossed lips a lingering little peck, “Didn’t think you were such a pussy, Toru?”

“F-fuck who are you calling a-” It makes your cunt absolutely drip with a fresh wave of honeyed juices when you give his sensitively overworked shaft another thorough glide of your drooling walls. Meshing your pussy lips with the very hilt of his angry, red cock. “Please- fuck when you’re riding me like that, sweetheart.” he’s yanking frantically on those restraints as if to hold onto your feverishly gliding body. “Think- hngh! Think I really will explode-”

“Oh?” you’re cutting through his babbles, eyes flitting over his powerful arms, those glassy eyes that just seemed to glow in the dim bedroom lighting. “I knew I wasn’t seeing things, so you do think that- ah- your powers are linked to you-”

Your thoughts are spiraling into a gooey mess when Gojo’s uncontrollably strengthened thighs leverage themselves on the silken mattress to just rut up into your squelching pussy. 

“Jus’ wanna see, Toru.” you’re huffing, reaching a hand behind your ruthless hips to palm at his painfully squeezing balls. Rolling the soft pad of your thumb over the curve of their straining texture - just the way he liked it, “Wan’ you to cum f’me. Just wanna see.”

“Using all your dirty tricks-” he’s spitting, mouth sagging open to let you plant a few somewhat apologetic kisses down Gojo’s face. “I can’t-” Another harsh buck of his hips, and with such a loudly pornographic mewl he’s bullying his overwhelmed cock up, up, up to swerve into your neverendingly sloppy staccato - right into your sweet spots. “Fine- fucking fine- hah- use me. Use me for whatever- just, please. Fuck I just wanna cum- please—”

You’re very quickly realizing that those handcuffs can do nothing to restrain Gojo Satoru. In fact, the only reason they’re still on him unscathed was purely out of indulging in your cute little play. 

Gifting you with such a sexily cocksure grin he tries to mask away his furious flush, his trembling voice with, “N-no, m’not a- hngh! M’not some grade 4 sorcerer. I’m the fuuuck- strongest, why would my powers go out of control when I cum- fuck-

Gojo’s blabbering mouth is cut off with each gripping slide down his achy cock. Molding your plushy walls to each of his eager twitches, so fucking massive that you had to balance your hands on your boyfriend’s broad deltoids to even have him reach each hidden deep spot inside you. 

It makes him throw his head back, it makes him cry out, it makes him whine. 

And it only takes a few more churning strokes of Gojo’s hips, a few more critical mashes into the spongy bullseye of your g-spot before you’re cumming. So hard that you don’t even realize it at first. 

Gojo does, though - of course, he does - fighting back against the velvety cling of your cunt to fuck you into the desk so deeply. So purposefully that he can almost feel every indented bruise of his fat tip hitting against your slick cervix, your bouncy g-spot. Wave after wave having you milking the fucking soul out of him and-

“Fuck m’gonna-” he’s whining, hips stuttering upwards like they’re pained to pull back from your heavenly pussy. If even just to thrust his greedy length all the way back in. Gojo’s breaths come out in ragged pants, chest heaving up and down. Somehow, the hairs on your body raise, and you can feel that familiar tension of pressurized atoms. “Can’t hah- last much longer. Fuck- please. M’close- gonna cum gonna-”

That sobbing little divot at the end of his angry, thick head just bursts with thick, long ribbons upon ribbons of sloshing white cum. Gliding across every inch of your tight pussy, coating all your insides in a creamy color that was so Gojo. 

It’s so much - dripping down the corners of your bulging slit in oozing little dredges, making such a mess of your rapidly overfilling cunt. Almost too much - it felt like you could explode. 

You’re almost missing that familiar little flash of blue lightning at the corner of Gojo’s pussydrunk eyes. Glowing and almost falling shut with just how fucking good it felt to have your milky cunt sloshing full of his seed. The thought- the thought makes him-

You’re gasping when the lamp by your sloppy bed starts flickering so dangerously, once. Twice. Before bursting into tiny shards that flick at the both of you - only to be stopped, falling to the surrounding blankets just a few centimeters short like they were hit by an invisible wall.

“T-Toru–” the sound of your voice makes something in Gojo’s heating body raise its dark, feral head. And he only wrenches out of those pathetic handcuffs to wrap two big, strong arms around your waist. Face burying into your skin, fucking up into you over and over and-

CREAK! 

The bed groans at his rough cadence, so loud even over the dragging wooden noises of some of the furniture nearby inching forward like they were briefly tugged by some magnetizing force - Gojo. 

Bingo.

And it’s like something snaps because you’re jolted with a sharp spark of electricity. White-hot pleasure blissing down your entire limp body, and suddenly your high feels like it’s being repeated over and over and-

“Hey- hey, sweetheart?” Gojo’s voice sounds so far away. Lazily, your heavy lids blink back your vision - when did it even become hazy? “...y’know how every science experiment has about five trials?”

“...”

A/N. I don’t want to write a longer version of Gojo’s but the demons in me want to write a longer version of Gojo’s…

Plagiarism not authorized.

[desperate-gay]

jealous alex morgan? im obsessed with how you write her

Childish Jealousy

Alex Morgan x fem!reader

minor SMUT 18+ in the beginning

summary: your wife’s jealousy comes in the most unexpected ways

a/n: first universe incoming with @occasionallyaurora !

“Fuck, Alex.” You breathe, hips instinctively lifting to chase the warmth of your fiancée’s sweet tongue. Her hands tighten around your hips, pinning you down, her nails pressing half-moon marks into your skin.

The slick sounds of her mouth lapping you over fill the air, mingling with the soft chirping of early morning birds outside the window. A bead of sweat rolls down Alex’s forehead, the heat from the blankets making the space between you sweltering.

“Please don’t stop, baby, just like that. I’m so close.” You writhe, fingers tangled in the sheets as your teeth sink into your lower lip to muffle the moans threatening to spill out.

Right as you’re about to teeter over the edge, your bedroom door bursts open with a little girl barreling straight for you two. You sit up as quickly as possible, fixing your hair to look like you weren’t just getting eaten out.

“Mommy!” Charlie cheers, waddling to your side of the bed, reaching out for your hands.

“Hi, honey! Good morning.” You muster up a smile, grasping the girl’s tiny hands.

Alex huffs under the blankets and thumps her head on the inside of your thigh, realizing that she was just proven wrong.

“What’s mama doing?” Charlie asks, tilting her head curiously to the side, staring at the big lump under the blankets.

Your heart stutters and eyes slightly widen. You lightly smack the back of your fiancée, signaling for her to get up and for the love of god wipe her face.

“Mama is just being silly. Why don’t you go downstairs and put on some cartoons while mama and I get ready to make breakfast, yeah?” The little girl enthusiastically nods and tramples off, allowing you to let out a sigh of relief.

Alex peeks out from under the blanket with a sheepish smile, chin resting on your stomach. Her brown hair sticks to her forehead, blue eyes still blown with lust, lips glistening with evidence of what should have been your perfect morning.

You however are not so amused.

Your core aches, the pleasure that had been coiling so tightly now completely dissipated. And to top it all off, you have a three-year-old to entertain.

“Good morning my beautiful fiancée.” Alex says with a charming smile but is quickly shut down by one look from you.

Huffing, you shove her aside and yank your underwear and pajama shorts back into place. Alex watches as you toss the comforter off and storm into the bathroom, punctuating your exit with a sharp slam of the door.

The brunette stays seated in bed, staring blankly at the wall with a deep sigh. She runs her fingers through her bed head, combing through it to untangle the minor knots.

Minutes later, you reappear from the bathroom, shoulders slumping as you sink into the end of the mattress.

“I told you so.” You say, voice low and pointed.

Alex barely lifts her head from her phone, though her gaze flickers with guilt.

“I told you we didn’t have enough time, but you insisted—”

“And I am so, so sorry, my love.” Alex scoots up behind you, slipping her arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Mmm, I know you are, and that’s why you will be going downstairs and making our daughter breakfast while I go take a much-needed shower.” You place a chaste kiss on the girl’s cheek before getting up to gather your clothes for after the shower.

—

“That was a long shower.” Alex teases as you step into the kitchen, freshly dressed and looking far more put together than earlier.

“Well I had to give myself my own o-r-g-a-s-m which was remarkable by the way.” You taunt, spelling out the word because your daughter sits at the kitchen table, waiting for the pancakes your fiancée is currently flipping.

The striker freezes, expression dropping at your admission.

You smirk as you pluck a piece of fruit from the counter behind her, pop it into your mouth, and stroll over to Charlie.

“Shit.” Alex curses under her breath when she realizes the pancake had been left on one side for too long.

“Hey, honey. How’d you sleep last night?” You ask the young girl beside you who is currently scribbling away in her coloring book.

“I slept good. I dreamed about my stuffed animals talking to me and we had to save you and mama from the king of the wolves!” Charlie rambles enthusiastically while you smile and nod your head with a huff of laughter.

“Did you save us?”

“I don’t know! I woke up before the end.”

“Oh no.” You dramatically gasp with a hand on your chest.

You and Charlie both talk and giggle with one another as you help color a butterfly in on her page. Alex watches from afar with a soft smile on her face, never getting tired of seeing you two together.

“Did someone call for pancakes?” Your fiancée walks over with a plate full of the fluffy food, some vegan for herself and the rest regular for you and Charlie.

“Thank you, my love.” You smile, looking up at Alex who begins to lean down for a kiss before a tiny hand blocks her way.

“Wha—”

“My mommy.”

You giggle behind your hand at the little standoff happening in front of you. Alex pouts, glaring playfully while Charlie scowls right back.

This behavior has been highly usual with Charlie for the past couple of weeks. She is constantly attached to your hip whether it’s movie night, taking a walk, or even sitting at the dinner table.

Alex thought it was just a phase, but now she’s starting to wonder if her kid is stealing her fiancée out of spite. She’s not sure what Charlie could possibly be spiteful about, but that’s the only explanation she can come up with.

“Alright you two. Let’s sit down and have some wonderful pancakes mama made for us, yeah?” Charlie’s glare is soon wiped off her face, cheering when she notices your smile.

“Here you go, pumpkin.” Alex reaches over to help cut the food up for Charlie when the young girl smacks her hand away. Your fiancée recoils with a small noise and a shocked look.

“I want mommy to do it.” Your daughter huffs, switching her look to you with puppy dog eyes.

“She wants mommy to do it.” Alex mutters under her breath, mimicking the toddler’s tone as she hands you the fork and knife.

You smile sympathetically at the striker, rubbing your free hand up and down her back in reassurance.

After breakfast, Alex heads to the living room with Charlie after you insisted on doing the dishes since she cooked. Alex doesn’t argue. You’re always on about balance in a relationship which started because she insists on pampering you 24/7, and you wanted her to have a break too.

Alex plops down in the middle of the couch. Charlie, however, sits as close to the edge as she possibly can, still holding a grudge over mama stealing you earlier.

A few minutes later, you walk out with a relieved sigh and slump onto the other side of Alex. Your fiancée lifts her arm to wrap around your shoulders with a warm smile only for Charlie to immediately hop between you two, shoving her little body in the middle.

“You do know she’s my fiancée, missy.” Alex says, quirking an eyebrow when Charlie grasps onto you like a koala to a tree.

“But she’s my mommy.”

“So I’ve heard.” Your fiancée mutters, rolling her eyes.

With a dramatic sigh, she starts to scoot down the couch, but before she can, you reach out.

“You know, there’s plenty of room for all of us on the couch.” You extend your hand out for the striker, Charlie intertwines her hand with yours first.

“No! Only room for me and mommy.”

You bite your lip to contain your smile when you see Alex’s nose flare and eye twitch at the little girl’s statement. Your fiancée swiftly gets up and slowly walks behind the couch, dragging her index finger along the backside of it.

“Well,” she murmurs, circling like a predator, “how would you feel if I got a kiss from Mommy?”

She gently tilts your chin, about to steal a kiss when Charlie’s little hands grab onto both of your cheeks and yanks your attention back to her.

“Mommy, look at me!”

You chuckle, placing a quick kiss on Charlie’s forehead. Alex, however, glares at her tiny nemesis.

The tall brunette eventually gives up and stomps upstairs with a loud groan.

“Where are you going?” You call after her.

“Somewhere where I’m actually wanted. Our bed!”

—

“Someone’s grumpy today.” Jaedyn mutters to a nodding Naomi, both watching Alex angrily kick a ball across the field.

“She’s been like this all week! Someone’s gotta do something.” Naomi sighs, shaking her head as Alex stomps off to get some water.

As practice continues, your fiancée’s frustration only seems to escalate. The rest of the team bears the brunt of her aggression: forceful passes, irritated groans, and an overall short fuse.

“What’s going on with that limp, Girma?” Casey asks, having noticed the discomfort of the defender the past few minutes.

“Just some tightness and cramping.” Naomi waves her hand in dismissal, but Casey quickly shakes her head and points to the tunnel.

“Go visit, Y/n, and get that kink sorted out. Can’t have my best player hurting.” The coach winks with a smile.

You're sorting through paperwork when a familiar figure appears at your door. You look up with a smile, tucking away some files before walking over to the exam chair where the girl is sat.

“Hey, Nay! What’s going on? Someone told me you were coming due to calf issues?” You ask, slipping on some rubber gloves for precaution.

“Umm, actually I’m feeling just fine. I came here to talk to you…about Alex.”

Your hands freeze mid-motion before you pull the gloves off, brows furrowing slightly.

“Oh.”

Naomi watches you with her lip tucked in between her teeth, wondering if she has intruded on something she shouldn’t have.

“Well what’s going on with Alex?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows

“I don’t mean to intrude, so if I am, please tell me. But she’s been grumpy all week, and today it’s even worse. I’m not sure if anything happened between you two or what’s going on because you both drive here together and look just fine.”

Inhaling, your eyes wander across the room wondering what could make your fiancée happy at home but grumpy here. Now that you think about it, your fiancée has been acting a little off at home, and maybe she’s concealing it more there because of Charlie.

“Nothing happened at home that I know of. Did she say anything or did someone say something before she got in this mood?” You question, attempting to get any information to help with this new found mystery.

“Huh, I never thought about that. Oh! Emily brought up Alex needing to get laid as a joke a few days ago.” Naomi rolls her eyes repeating the statement, realizing how blunt it sounds out loud.

And suddenly it clicks. Alex hasn’t been grumpy at home, she’s been clingy and pouty. You realize this Charlie clingy situation has been affecting her more than you thought, having barely any time for each other.

Naomi watches your mouth open and head tilt with a nod, signaling you may have figured out what’s wrong.

“I think I know exactly what’s going on.”

—

“Mommy, I don’t wanna go!” Charlie cries out, clinging onto your leg while Servando watches with an amused grin.

“Don’t you wanna spend time with daddy? He even said you can have ice cream before dinner!”

“I did?” He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes you did. Remember?” You smile with gritted teeth, nodding your head down at the little girl who is clinging so tight to your leg you feel like you’re losing circulation.

“Right! I remember now. Don’t you want ice cream with daddy, and maybe some Disney movies?” Servando extends his hand, watching Charlie peek her head out from your leg.

“I guess, but you promise you will miss me?” You almost melt at the question.

“I’ll miss you so, so much, my Charlie-girl. But you’re going to have so much fun, you might even forget about me for a little while!”

She gasps dramatically at the thought, eyes wide as if the idea is absurd. But after a moment of contemplation, she finally nods, letting Servando scoop her up. You send him a grateful smile, throwing in one more thank you before they head out.

Alex, however, has no idea about this little change of plans. Normally, Charlie would be home tonight, but realizing how little time you and your fiancée have had alone, you decided to surprise her.

And now, with the house empty and a rare moment to yourselves, you set the perfect mood.

Around an hour later, keys can be heard jingling at the door before Alex appears in the doorway. She hesitates, eyes narrowing as she notices the lack of light and sound in the house. It’s unusual. Normally, she’d be greeted by giggles, the hum of cartoons, or at the very least, your voice.

Her steps are slow and cautious as she makes her way through the house, not wanting to wake up what she figured was a two person nap. Once she finally makes her way up the stairs, her eyebrows raise at the dim light spilling through the crack of your bedroom door.

Pushing it open, she stops dead in her tracks.

“What’s going on here?” The striker asks, scanning the scene before her.

Candles flicker across the room, casting soft golden light. A trail of rose petals winds from the doorway to the perfectly made bed, the air thick with the scent of vanilla and jasmine.

Then her eyes land on you.

“Welcome home, baby.”

You step out from the shadows of the bathroom, wrapped in navy blue lace, the color that makes her weak. Two flutes of champagne rest in your hands as you slowly make your way to her, the sway of your hips hypnotizing.

Alex watches you with barely concealed hunger, placing her phone on the bedside table before sinking onto the edge of the mattress. You approach her with a sly grin and carefully straddle her lap, careful not to spill the liquid in the two glasses.

Flipping your hair to the side, you hand her one of the glasses. Alex takes it, fingers brushing over yours as her gaze lingers over your body.

“What’s this all for?” She asks, voice thick with curiosity.

“We haven’t had enough time to ourselves, so I figured I’d surprise you.” You hum, roaming your finger along her jawline.

“And Charlie?”

“With Servando.”

Alex exhales slowly, a smirk tugging at her lips as she sets both glasses aside. Her hands find your hips, fingers tracing the delicate lace, exploring every curve as she takes you in like a masterpiece.

“What did I do to deserve you?” Alex whispers with dreamy eyes.

“Maybe wished upon a star.” You tease with a smile, tilting your head.

She chuckles, but the sound is quickly swallowed when you lean in, capturing her lips in a kiss that turns desperate in seconds—needy, just like the two of you have been.

Alex’s grip tightens, her hands roaming with growing urgency. Whatever patience she had is long gone.

“Maybe I can make up for that morning that was interrupted a few days ago?” Your fiancée mumbles against your lips, voice dripping with lust.

“Just fuck me, Alex.”

[evilgwrl]

you're the person I send asks to the most so I have to entrust you with this one too because there's smth wrong with me. please just listen- PLEASE. and if not, maybe tag others that could write it instead? but you're dating price's son and end up breaking up with him cause he's too immature, but don't worry price can show you what a real man is- don't have to worry your pretty little head about a thing anymore.

UM HELLO? WHO R U AND HOW DO U HAVE RHE BEST IDEAS EVER? ILY?

His fingers were tantalising low, edging on the border of your panties as he sat you on the desk, plush thighs engraved into the wood. Your skirt was high, riding up your flesh with every passing second, a heavy blush working across your body as you averted your gaze, too focused on his thick fingers only just grazing your crotch, almost as if he was memorising the pattern of your panties.  

“Mr Price-“

“Sir. That’s what you used to call me, wasn’t it? When you were with my loser of a son?”

“Y-Yes, Sir.”

His digits were swift, pushing against the pudge of your heat, catching the hood of your clit through the fabric as a sultry groan found its way to your lips.

"Please-"

"Please, what?"

"Please do something, Sir."

You almost forgot to remember what pleasure felt like as your spine wracked against the table, crooked with every wicked lick your ex-boyfriend's Father laid against your cunt, his tongue slurping at your whining entrance with wanton.

It was a twisted sense of control he had over you, his beard drenched with juices as you rocked yourself against his moustache, the scratch against your thighs only adding to the desire that was building in the pit of your stomach. His tongue was lashing in between your folds, collecting your sweet nectar as though it was a prize, his teeth gently grazing against your throbbing bead.

The situation only fueled you as your hand gripped his hair, your hips bucking in desire as the forecast of your orgasm grew, soon bursting as your thighs shook, clutching the man's head between your thighs as he growled into your cunt. You were on fire, so over-worked and desperate that your ears began to ring, white-hot noise wracking your brain as your head clattered against the table below you.

The sound of the door opening only spurred you on, the familiar sound of your ex beginning a sentence sending a new wave of enjoyed sickness through you as your eyes looked back with a roll, taking in the shocked stature of the man you once knew.

[rinneverse]

࿐ ♡ ˚ . 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 + 𝒅𝒓. 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐. ˒ ⊹

cw fem reader / threesome / aventurine x f!reader x ratio / i wrote this directly into tumblr drafts; it is not proofread. proceed w caution EL O EL / usage of petnames (darling, sweetheart) / mentions of mindbreak / degradation and dirty talk / dacryphilia / light choking / teasing / oral (m!receiving) / spit-roast

love, oak! just a lil drabble. aven and veritas have me in a chokehold i fear.

i constantly think about how being in a relationship w both veritas ratio and aventurine would be...

i think, purposefully or not, things turn a little bit competitive with the two of them. who can take you out on the better date, who buys you the best gifts—and most importantly: who satisfies you the most.

and it’s not that they necessarily hate eachother so much they want to one-up the other (on the contrary; they like having you in common. being at your beck and call is what they live for, to your eternal surprise), they just find it fun. and it's the kind of fun they indulge in every night, making a symphony out of your sweet moans and pleasure-soaked whimpers.

this just happened to be one of those nights.

"look 't her. so depraved. our good girl, eh, ratio?"

"shut it, aventurine. i don't want to hear you talking when there's something much prettier to listen to right here."

seated on veritas's lap, he grasps your hips in his large hands as he guides you onto his thick length. a long moan falls from your lips as you feel the tip breach your dripping cunt, followed by a pleasant ache and stretch as he pulls your hips flush to his.

a warm breath ghosts the shell of your ear. aventurine crowds you from behind, the blazing heat of his chest pressing against your back. his hands ghost up your sides, leaving gooseflesh in their wake as they make their way up your body. he cups your tits, massaging the supple flesh and rolling your nipples, adding to the orchestra of stimulation the two men were making you feel.

"i suppose i can agree with you on that. she sounds just so delightful, doesn't she? makes me wanna break her—" a breathy whimper leaves you as aventurine licks up the skin of your neck, leaving a blazing trail of wetness as he kisses the shell of your ear. he continues in a soft whisper, "—yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

ratio holds your hips tightly, denying you the pleasure of grinding down against him. his smile is serpentine as he looks up at you. "go on—answer him, darling. would you like us to fuck you until you can't even remember your own name?"

ratio's golden eyes narrow, watching your every move. the way you squeeze your eyes shut, bottom lip taken between your teeth as you stifle a sob. he can't help himself—his hips buck slightly, drawing another breathy moan from your throat.

"she just clenched so nicely around me. i think she would like that. what do you think, aventurine?" ratio's voice drips with sultry honey as he speaks. his hands cup the globes of your ass, slowly coaxing you to move along his length. the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls is maddening, and you pulse around him in response as he forces you back down. his tip hits that spongy little spot inside you, bringing tears to line your pretty eyes, making your mascara run as droplets drip down your face.

aventurine pauses mouthing along your neck to smile. there's nothing pleasant in that grin though—only the feral need to please you, to take you in the palm of his hand and mold you to his liking. right now, he'd like nothing more than for you to be his pretty little cockslut, taking him and ratio until they had nothing left to give you.

"i think so too," aventurine responds. his hand grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together as he forces you to meet his gaze. there's so much love and adoration for you in those beautiful cerulean and lavender eyes, mixed with a cruel hunger that glimmers as he leans in, tongue peeking out to lick away the salty tears that run down your cheeks. "god, sweetheart. you look so pretty like this. is ratio's cock satisfying enough for you? is he making you feel good?"

you nod fervently, mouth falling open in a moan as aventurine's hand snakes down to play with your clit while ratio works you up and down his cock. they work in perfect tandem; of course, they've done this a million times before. ratio and aventurine have perfected the art of pleasing you.

"use your words, darling. am i making you feel good?" ratio hisses between gritted teeth. he's obviously feeling good too, if the way his cock twitches inside you is any indication. aventurine lets your face go in favor of letting it drift down, holding your neck gently. a promise, you think. it sends a thrilling feeling down your spine, your nerves alight with electricity as you try to roll your hips down against ratio. the hand around your neck tightens a fraction, the hand on your clit pausing, drifting away and caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs as aventurine waits for your response.

"yes, yes!" you cry out, desperate for any sort of friction. your hips buck fruitlessly. "feels s'good, veri!"

you're rewarded with aventurine's fingers deftly working at your clit again as ratio bucks his hips, fucking up into you. his pace isn't fast, but he hits you so deeply it sends your entire being into a frenzy. you can feel your stomach tighten, a telltale sign of what's to come.

"atta girl. you're taking him like a champ, aren't ya? don't forget about me, though. you can take more, surely?" aventurine drawls.

aventurine nods to ratio and suddenly you're being manhandled, forced onto your knees. you can feel ratio behind you while aventurine greets your face with a sanguine smile. you bite down the whimper that fights to escape you at the lack of stimulation—you were so close. with the way aventurine's smile is slowly poisoned with a smug satisfaction, he knows it too.

"hi, sweetheart." aventurine says as he unbuckles his belt with a clink. he pushes the fabric of his pants and boxers down, his cock obscenely slapping against his abdomen as its freed. he's already leaking pre; despite his put-together demeanor, you know he's desperate for you. you smile at him as he languidly pumps his cock.

you watch as aventurine seems to have a silent conversation with ratio. it lasts only a heartbeat—he looks back down at you as he brings his tip to your lips. your tongue darts out, running along the head, down the length of him, drawing a pretty moan from aventurine that makes your stomach do flips. as your lips close around him, you feel ratio push into you again, a lewd squelch sounding as he sinks into you.

they work you in tandem, aventurine holding your face as he guides your mouth on his cock, ratio fucking into you from behind. you're already close again. you can feel it.

"she loves this," ratio notes, a hint of smugness in his voice. "she's absolutely drooling around me. feel good, darling?"

of course, you can't respond. aventurine fucks your mouth gently, his eyebrows furrowed as he groans. you can see every twitch of his abs, the roll of his muscles as he fights down the pleasure your lips bring him.

"oh yeah. she’s definitely enjoying herself. don’t tire yourself out too fast though, i can go all night." aventurine smirks.

it feels like ratio’s thrusts grow a bit more punishing. his large hands grip the fat of your ass tightly as he says, "worry about yourself. i lasted longer than you last time, remember? not to worry though. i won’t stop until our darling is completely satisfied. isn’t that right?"

aventurine’s hips stutter slightly as you moan around his cock. "let’s see who makes her cum the most then, shall we?"

"fine then. we shall."

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[pedge-page]

Preggo wife Joel is the type of person who would pull out in the middle of sex and go down on her just to hear wife moan louder, I just know he would be f r e a k y af

notes: Let me tell you…all fluff and cuteness and humor aside, this man fucks like a beast. How else do you think she got knocked up?? Here’s what the man was like just days after finding out you were expecting. 

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Joel Miller - Husband, Father, Daddy

Warnings: unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral F receiving

18+ ONLY

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Joel’s got your waist pinned to the bed, rutting his cock into your soaked heat as your poor legs flail by his side. Harsh grunts leave his open mouth with each rut, his fingertips digging into your hips to imprint himself. You’ve cum three times now, not really having any other option but taking his thick length that has somehow made a very comfortable home inside your cunt, conformed to its hardened shape each time the tip punches your gummy walls.

“FUck baby look at ya, takin’ my cock s’deep,” he groans, pushing in all the way until his colliding with your cervix before grinding his pelvis flush against yours. "My pretty wife, all mineminemine."

“I can’t—Joel please,” you whine.

He starts thrusting again and you yelp, throwing your head back with silent cries of pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes you can—took a baby in this pussy didn’t you? Fuckin’ bred ya, shit gonna look so good like a Mommy ohmygod.” He grins, nearly cumming at the thought of your tummy swelling so quickly. He keeps thinking it’s already showing, the little pudge making its way evident for the world to see. “Cum for me one more time, please baby need to hear it.”

You shake your head, covering your mouth.

He growls, pulling out and slapping your cunt hard. spankspank against your abused clit as he tosses your thighs up, presenting your slit to him. He latches his widened jaw to cover the entire area of your exposed core, humming into your sweet little pussy. your sticky arousal flows into his mouth, and he sucks every bit that tries to escape him. Eats you out like it’ll be the last thing he does. 

“Let it out,” he growls, flicking his tongue against your clit with little sucks. “Louder, scream it baby," he swats your sensitive nub again, "fuckin’ louder, I said!” His fingers plunge into your hole, twisting and slicking them up, expertly wringing you of your loud moans he all but deserves.

“Ah—ah yeah oh fuckyeah!! Yesyesyesyesohmygod Joel— Daddy please I’M—!” You body freezes in a vicious position, rolling your pussy further into his mouth as he works your orgasm over you. 

“That’s my girl.” He spanks your cunt once with a satisfied smirk, your whole body jolting from the impact before he’s forcing his cock into your tightened walls. "I'm fuckin' my wife's pussy so fuckin' good, she can't even speak."

Your eyes roll back to you skull as he sets a brutal pace again.

“Daddy’s home’s right here,” he moans.

You grip his bicep with the little clutch of sanity you have left, an erotic, delirious smile plastered on your face. He obsessively strokes your belly with his thumb. There's no intent to stop fucking you. That one more cum was total bullshit but who fucking cares, when he's claiming you so good. Despite your hoarse throat, you continue to let out desperate whimpers of encouragement for him. His tongue caught between his teeth with little snarls and pants, staring down at the spot where you're joined, soaking everything between you two. 

You’re so cock drunk for him, it’s no wonder your body was so willing to accept his seed. He just has that effect. Maybe pregnancy won’t be so bad for you after all…

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[crguang]

Hi! Congratulations on your milestone! Can i please request no 30 from the smut list for kafka x fem!so x himeko? Thanks a lot!😆

thank you. thank you so much for this. i needed this bad.

cw: she/her pronouns used, fem!reader, sub!reader, fingering, oral sex (r receiving)

You can’t catch your breath. Your lungs stutter with every half-breath you take through your nose because Himeko has taken hold of your mouth with hers and refuses to let you pull away. Each of her exhales is shared with one of your own as her lips firmly press against yours, she swallows the pitiful sounds that escape you and muffles the breathy moans that leave you by slipping her tongue past your lips. Her gentle hand cups your cheek and further guides your head to deepen her languid kisses. You feel a teasing mouth on your neck trailing to your bare shoulder, its lips slightly parted without kissing your skin. It’s a deliberately soft, slow touch while taunting fingertips brush along the curves of your waist. The room is warm and you’re only getting warmer with two bodies pressed on each side of you, wandering hands and lips fueling the heat between your legs. Your chest is heavy, your thighs squeeze together and you lie helpless under their expert ministrations. Himeko’s breath and tongue are hot on your wet lips and Kafka’s fingers dig into the flesh of your hip in a possessive grip, your head spins and leaves your mind hazy with lust. Your vocal cords can only produce needy little sounds that get squashed almost instantly by Himeko’s insistent mouth. A low chuckle rings near your ear and you feel your earlobe pulled between sharp teeth. 

“Let her breathe, won’t you?”

Kafka’s amused drawl isn’t meant for you. Himeko’s lips leave yours in the next instant and the string of saliva connecting them breaks on your chin. Her eyebrow twitches, displeased at the interruption, but she allows you to catch your breath nonetheless. She gazes down at you with lidded eyes as her thumb traces the curve of your open mouth, a rosy tint to her cheeks. 

“If she wanted to breathe she would have told me,” she replies without tearing her eyes off your glistening lips, “right, sweetheart?”

“How could she with your tongue in her mouth?” 

“She likes my tongue in her mouth.”

Kafka cups your jaw with three slender fingers and turns your head to face her cocky smirk. “I don’t doubt that. My turn, though.”

She claims your mouth with a fierce kiss. Her hold on your jaw keeps you where she wants you, her fingers tilt your chin up so she can kiss you better and she doesn’t ask for permission before slipping her tongue in your mouth and taking control of yours. Himeko watches the movement of your mouths for a moment, golden irises dimmed with desire, before her hand sneaks under your tank top to feel the expanse of your stomach. She feels a petty sort of pride when it grabs a handful of your breast and you stutter, briefly unable to match Kafka’s relentless pace. You can’t think with her greedy fingers squeezing your chest as Kafka takes what she wants from you, uncaring how dizzy you’re getting despite her earlier concerns. The ache between your thighs grows with every sloppy kiss, every manipulation of your hardening nipple under Himeko’s thumb, and you’re becoming restless. You squirm, fingers curling around soft magenta locks. Kafka hums low in her throat at the pleasant tug of her hair. She pulls away with a bite on your bottom lip. 

“Getting impatient, baby?” She enjoys how needy she makes you. You can’t stand the smugness radiating off her, but you’re too far gone to do anything that will delay your sweet release. 

You nod, biting your lip, and it gets the expected result. Himeko coos, leaning closer to kiss the corner of your mouth and up your warm cheek, her hand leaving your chest to slither down your stomach. She plays with the waistband of your pyjamas and Kafka straightens up with an eye roll next to you. 

“You spoil her.”

Himeko suppresses a smile as she meets your eyes, sending you a subtle wink. She loves opposing Kafka in every way and if that means giving you everything you ask for, she will. Her fingertips slip into your pants, doodling irrelevant patterns above the band of your underwear. Your thighs part to encourage her to go lower and her lips stretch into a white smile. 

“She’s so needy,” she says towards the other woman, removing her hand from your pants and sitting up on the bed, “Why don’t you do something about it?” Himeko cups your cheek, addressing you this time, “Sit up for me, sweetheart.”

You obey her gentle command. Himeko settles against the pillows behind you, chest flushed to your back, wandering hands already lifting the ends of your top over your head. You feel her breath behind your ear as she presses a loving kiss there and snakes her arms around your frame to keep you pressed against her. Kafka looks at you, you raise victorious eyebrows, and her eyes narrow. She wears a smile that tells you you’ll regret your cockiness soon enough. For now, she sighs like her hand is being forced and crawls between your spread thighs, kneading their soft flesh.

“Oh, fine. I guess I can be of help.”

You lift your hips to assist her in taking off your clothes in one motion. You’re left completely bare under their hungry stares, and you get uncharacteristically bashful. They’re both still fully dressed and being uncovered this way makes you feel a little shy. Ignorant to your temporary struggle, Kafka uses two fingers to spread your wet labia, tongue briefly passing over her lips at the sight. You forget all about the power imbalance in front of her apparent desire. She stares up at you through her lashes as she lowers herself to your cunt and teasingly licks a stripe up your slit. You squirm a bit, thighs twitching to close around her head and a quiet moan spilling from your mouth. Himeko’s hands run up your torso to your chest and squeeze your breasts at the same time. Her palms are warm and your nipples brush against her skin deliciously. Her mouth trails down the side of your neck, you tilt your head in response. 

Kafka’s tongue licks between your folds unhurriedly, enjoying your taste and the little sounds coming out of you. She laps you up before wrapping her lips around your aching clit and sucking hard. You can’t contain a moan or stop your hips from bucking further into her mouth. You don’t realize how much you’re shifting, your mind is a blur from her ministrations and Himeko’s fingers twisting your nipples this way and that. Your eyes flutter shut as Kafka teases your clit and runs a finger down your slit, properly coating the digit in your slick before the tip circles your dripping entrance. The sensation has your hips jerking upwards and your thighs close around her head. She hums, pulling away from your puffy cunt. 

She uses her hands to firmly keep your thighs apart, pinning them to the mattress. Her lips shine with your slick as she speaks a low warning to you. “Stay still, don’t move your hips. Don’t make me tie you up.”

The look in her eyes says that she’ll make good on that threat, so you nod somewhat shakily. 

“Here,” Himeko grips one of your thighs with a hand, fingers digging into the flesh. Kafka grabs the other. “Let me help you, darling.”

Kafka’s mouth returns to your needy pussy and your teeth sink into your bottom lip to bite back a whine. With Himeko’s nice kisses on your neck, her occasional lovebites and Kafka’s broad tongue swirling around your clit while her digit teases your entrance, you can’t do much except try to obey the order you were given. It’s hard, your thighs quiver with every stroke, and when her finger inches into you to the knuckle, a choked noise escapes you. Their combined touch has the coil in your stomach taut, the need for release bypassing your every thought until you’re a moaning mess for them, whimpering please’s and fuck’s over and over. Himeko kisses your ear, shushing you softly, and your brain doesn’t even compute the sound. Her fingers leave your perky nipple to cup your jaw. They stroke the skin there, and when Kafka adds another finger inside your cunt, causing you to cry out, two of them push into your open mouth. You don’t expect the sudden intrusion; you make a surprised noise around her digits before you suckle her fingers like she wants you to, eyelids drooping. 

“That’s it…” Himeko murmurs into your ear, “We don’t want to wake up anyone, do we?”

Kafka rubs your clenching walls as she sucks your clit, staring up at you all the while. Your breathy moans are muffled by Himeko’s fingers, they press down on your tongue and sensually rub the wet muscle. Your orgasm is imminent. Your mind is in a fog, your chest heaves with the effort it takes to keep your thighs spread for Kafka’s mouth, and you can’t hold your release back from crashing over you any longer. You come hard with a whine, body shuddering from head to toe. Kafka’s satisfied hum sounds in your ears but you can only focus on the pleasure coursing through you. She swallows everything you give her even as you start to come down from your high, licking you through your orgasm. Her digits have to stop moving from how tight you’re squeezing them. Himeko’s nose nuzzles behind your ear, murmuring soft praises under her breath. Sweat clings to your skin and gives it a mesmerizing glow in the dim light. 

Kafka slips her fingers out of you at the same time Himeko does. She licks her lips, raising her head to drink in the fucked out expression on your face. She kneads your inner thighs in soothing motions, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Aw, don’t get too tired now. We’re far from done with you, baby.”

[araybiaaa]

can u write rafe talking sofia through it pleaseeee :)

❝ talking body, r. cameron ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… rafe cameron & sofia

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔…praise kink, penetrative sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, vulgar language.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… rafe loves talking sofia through it; he loves hearing the pretty sounds she makes as he fucks her, loves seeing how well she takes him and how her body reacts to his touch.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… loved these kinds of requests filthy!rafe is one of my favorite things to write especially when it comes to him praising his favorite girl!

Sofia’s eyes rolled to the back of her head when his mouth alternated its attention. He was sucking at the spot of skin behind her ear, nipping at the flesh until it darkened from his ravenous love bites.

“Fuck, Sof...” She whimpered in between his guttural groans, sliding her hands into his hair and scraping her fingers against his scalp as she tugged him closer. He kissed her greedily, swallowing every breathy gasp that she moans into his mouth.

He’s painstakingly rigid, his erection was protruding through his briefs and pressed hotly against her thigh. She shivered at the friction; tugging harder on his short tufts of hair when he inadvertently chafed against her thigh again. Rafe groans, his forehead falls to her shoulder when she wriggles her hips and thrusts their aligned pelvises against each other’s creating a delicious friction as she moves her working hips in an oscillating motion.

She didn’t know how to explain it—the need, the desperation, the ache that stirred in her. But being with Rafe like this, felt better than anything she has ever experienced before.

He grabbed her by the chin and kissed her slow and deep, pushing his tongue inside of her mouth. He pulled away, kissing her nose before lowering his mouth to her throat, his teeth nipped softly at the skin and his tongue soothed coolly over the marks. “Can I taste you?” He murmured, “Please, baby?”

(And fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing she ever heard.)

She whimpered, nodding her head; avid and aching.

He kissed down her body, then lifted up the hem of her shirt to press kisses against her stomach. Shivers licked up her spine at the coolness of his lips against her skin. His mouth descended lower, hovering just above the waistband of her underwear. He grabbed at the fabric and pulled them down with Sofia wriggling her hips as she assisted him.

He imprints love bites all over her thighs; kissing up her legs, proceeding upward until he was between her thighs again.

His nostrils flared at the sweet musk of her arousal that seeped in his senses.

“Fuck, you smell good.” He murmurs; his mouth already began to salivate at his eagerness to taste her on his tongue.

He allots himself in between the juncture of her thighs, sliding a hand over her calf as he lifted her leg up and secured it around his shoulder. He reached down again to grab her other leg and adjusted his position so that his face was directly perched at her center.

She was already swollen and wet; and when he nudged her legs open—he was rewarded by the pretty sight of her glistening arousal as it messily spilled out of her cunt and down her thighs. “You’re already so wet for me, baby,” He purred, pursing his mouth as he blew against her sensitive lips.

The gust of cold air caused her to squirm mercilessly beneath him, “Rafe,” She whimpered (begged) anxious and impatient as her hips lurched forward.

“I’ve got you.” He avows before burying his head between the crux of her thighs.

She was leaking on his lips, her arousal was sweet and tangy it sat on his tastebuds. He nosed at the sensitive flesh, teasing her, before he lapped his tongue up her in one smooth drag. “Mm,” Sofia whimpers, her legs stretched and tightened around his head as she thrust her hips against his face, seeking more friction. Her hips canted back and forth while his tongue fucked her; licking and sucking on the pink flesh of her vulva.

His fingernails dig into her thigh and she is almost certain that she will have bruises on them tomorrow, but that caring, along with everything else, except for the way Rafe thrust his tongue up her slit and sucked on her clit , then blew on it afterwards to soothe it, was absentmindedly disregarded from Sofia’s mind.

Her thighs stretched on the precipice of pain; her fingers scraped against his scalp, pushing his head further so that he was nearly suffocated in her cunt. Pleasure spread through every crevasse of her body and she bit down so hard on her bottom lip that she could taste the salty bitterness of blood as it stinted from the bruise.

Rafe’s cock swelled in his underwear, pressing hard and uncomfortably against the mattress. He could feel a wetness gathering in his boxers; he shifts his leg, feeling another rivulet of precum ooze from the slit of his flushed tip.

Sofia arches her back, to where she’s almost levitating entirely off of the bed. Rafe’s hands grabs at her thighs and anchors her in place as he continues his ravenous onslaught on her weeping pussy.

“C’mon, baby.” She crooned at the term of endearment, spurred on by his encouragement and praises. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure as the stimulation of his tongue pushed her to her precipice. “Cum for me.”

Her legs trembled; her clit pulsed in a quiver on his tongue — she was so close.

She was shivering, her mouth hung agape, her hands grabbed at his shoulders when she finally came. It was thick and messy, spilling on his mouth and onto the sheets in a wet puddle that formed beneath them.

She peered down at him; his lips were swollen and pink, glistening with his a mixture of his saliva and her orgasm that coated around his mouth. He looked debauched—his eyes were lidded and glossed with lust that reflected heavily in his pupils, his face was flushed and rosy, from where it was suffocated between the burning heat of her thighs.

He lapped his tongue around his mouth and licked away the remnants of her cum. He stands on his knees, grabbing at her ankle as he pulled her body down to where he was. Rafe crawled up her body, sprawling halfway atop of her so that he’s straddling her waist with his cock weighing heavily between them.

“Are you okay?” He murmurs in between kisses, retracting away a bit to look at her.

“Mhm.” She murmurs, though her body’s still lax and trembling from her orgasm.

He’s already hard as the weight of his cock slapped between them. Rafe tugs his briefs down, shoving them down his hips and over his ass just enough so that he’s able to pull his cock out. “Can’t wait to be inside you again. Can’t wait to feel you around me,” He grunts, his forehead falls against hers as she swipes his cock head between her wet pussy lips and spasms, choking on a groan. “Yeah?” He questions—when they’d both indulged in enough foreplay and were aching to finally be inside one another.

Sofia nods, anxiously in anticipation.

Sofia moans, biting down roughly on her lower lip as the friction coils and pulls in her lower abdomen. They’re both mesmerized by the stimulation and the visual of his thrusting cock as they experimented with the pressure.

Rafe huddles a hand underneath her thigh, dragging her body further down until their pelvises are aligned again. He reaches between them and grabs ahold of his pulsating cock; tilting his head down to rest his forehead against hers—looking at her underneath the lengthy wisps of his eyelashes as he suavely tipped his hips forward.

Sofia’s eyes roll to the back of her head at the delicious intrusion that spreads through her. The pain is sharp as he penetrates her without resistance, her wetness makes it an easy submission. She flutters around his cock; still sensitive and swollen from earlier.

He fills her inch by inch until he feels the head of his cock buried completely at the hilt as he bottoms her out. “Fuck!” His breath comes out in warm puffs as he sits there waiting for both of them to adjust to the stretch of his girth.

A kiss and her feet kicking off the bunched up underwear that were pooled around his ankles, lets him know that she’s ready. He pulled his shirt off tossing it on the floor absentmindedly along with his now discarded briefs, leaving him fully nude.

He grabs her left leg, straddling it over his waist. He leans down and kisses her slowly and sensually, sliding his tongue messily within hers as he gyrated the first thrust. He pistons a full body roll, letting his pelvis linger against hers as he fucks her slowly.

A breath catches in her throat at the tight pull her cunt captures around his cock.

Her jaw goes slack as her mouth parted open slightly ajar while she crooned loudly in pleasure. Pleading whimpers and breathy moans falls off of her kiss-swollen lips as she arches her body and tosses her head back.

She pulls him back in every time he slips out of her; it’s perfect the way they move in tandem, both reciprocating the emphasized movements of their hips, fucking each other into oblivion until their minds are delirious from the clouded pleasure.

“Sof,” He murmurs, his face is flushed and there’s a faintness of red colored on his high cheeks.

Rafe’s always been beautiful but she thinks that this is when he’s the most prettiest; when he’s completely wrecked because of her. Her cunt throbs, clenching tightly around his cock and it elicits a filthy moan from the both of them.

She could feel the tremors wrecking his body as he deepened his penetration. He briefly lowered his eyes to their conjoined pelvises as he watched her pussy swallow his cock inch by inch until he’s buried deep at the hilt and fully bottoming her out again.

He withdraws from inside of her to where he’s nearly slipping out of her; then, with one suave lurch of his hips, he’s caught at her entrance again, reclaiming her around his cock with a throaty groan. They revel at the noisiness of their sex; at the wet squelching sounds as he retracts and brims her to where she’s nearly suffocated in pleasure that spreads throughout her body.

“Sofia,” His voice is gravelly as he speaks, his tenor wavers switching between airy murmurs and throaty grunts. “Look at how pretty you look taking my cock. You’re taking it so good, baby.” They both watch the laps of their pelvises and how they wetly thrust against each other.

They marvel at the lewd sight—of his cock stretching her, retracting and penetrating her completely—and her pussy messily coating him with her wetness.

He thrusts his pelvic bone against hers, languid and shaking in his efforts. She moans into his mouth as she reciprocated her own thrust, grinding her hips in a shallow motion inciting the perfect amount of friction and gusto. Gripping her hips, he lowers his head and meets her for another kiss,

“Come on. Cum for me.” He avers, as she positioned a full body roll. He thrusts into her deliberately slow but still drawing out his stroke to where she still feels him inside of her even when he pulls out.

“I’m close,” She urges, eyes burning as tears gathered in the back of her pupils. Her lip trembles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Don’t stop!” She pleads, as if he’d actually do something that absurd.

His arms tremble, his eyes pinned down at her with the weight of his stare as she opened herself to his onslaught. He thrusts into her with abandon, grabbing her ass, pulling her already working hips closer to him, pushing himself deeper.

It doesn’t take much longer until she completely falls apart the moment he presses his thumb against her swollen clit — it’s accompanied by his soft coos of “that’s it, baby,” and “good girl,” that has her shivering, her mouth hanging agape and her hands clutching at his shoulders when she finally cums.

He rocks into her slowly, fucking her through the aftershocks of her orgasm and milking her completely dry until she goes boneless. His cock lurches, ready to conceded to his orgasm that’s been tittering on the precipice and when Sofia clenches around his cock he chokes on a groan, falling helplessly on top of her as his orgasm squeezed out of him.

He’s wilt with exasperation; body languid and still trembling from the exertion.

They laid there for a while with him still buried inside of her; cock still halfway hard, chest heaving, body trembling, while her breaths were panted loudly in his ears and her hand rubbed soothingly against his neck. He turns his head and embraces her into a kiss; one that easily turns ravenous with Sofia whimpering for more and his cock twitches inside of her at the sound of her plead.

He nods, brushing his nose against hers as he tilted his forehead against hers as he concedes to her plead—persevering through his own virility to satiate hers, though he knows he won’t last long through this feat.

He breathes softly through his parted lips, his nostrils flare as they intake the smell of her arousal seeping through the air.

He leans towards her again, hovering his lips over hers as his callused hand glided over her calf and hefted it over his hip. Leveling his hips, he implemented a fluid thrust against her pelvis—that has his cock catching at her entrance. Her cunt immediately tugs and flutters around him at the welcoming the familiar intrusion.

He retracts out of her with a soft pop, the filthy wetness of their body fluids intermingling ignites his libido. Then, in one swift motion, he’s fucking himself into her again, deep and slow, allowing his pelvis to linger against hers. He feels the trembles of her body, how it reverberates against his.

The headboard knocks lightly against the wall, the mattress creaks a bit beneath their weight when Rafe emphasized the rotation of his hips. “Touch yourself for me,” He whispers, voice gruff and throaty. His breath is hot as it brushes against her cheeks.

Sofia is docile as she slides her hand down her abdomen until it’s between her thighs.

Brushing through the curls of her pubic hair, she stretches her legs open just enough for her middle and forefinger to make its way between the tunt of her slick folds. Her mouth falls agape, her body shivers uncontrollably at the contact. She bites her bottom lip, feeling overstimulated by the pleasure of Rafe’s cock and her fingers assault on her sensitive cunt. “Just like that baby. You’re going so good.”

“That’s it, come for me again.” She whimpers, sliding her moist fingers over her vulva, feeling her abdomen clench at Rafe’s words of encouragement. “Let go for me, Sof.” He says, nearly desperate in his own plead because he could feel himself nearly slipping into his own arousal.

But he refused to cum before her.

She nods, licking her lips as she hastened her efforts. “I’m close,” She whimpers, her lower lip trembles, her back arches and her free hand twists around the bedsheets as she feels the rush of her third orgasm spilling out of her.

Her hand falls limply to her side, wet and sticky. Rafe continued to fuck her through it until she’s fully satiated and languid. “You did so good taking me, baby. Such a good girl.”

He shudders, toppling halfway atop of her as he lulled down from his orgasm. They laid there for a moment; bathing in the filth of their sweat and cum, their limbs and pelvis’ still intertwined.

“I’ll get up, I know that I’m probably heavy.” He murmurs against her skin, his lips tickling her as he spoke. He’s still sprawled out on top of her but decides to alleviate the heaviness of his body weight off of her when he pulls his flaccid cock out of her cunt.

Sofia smiles as she looked over at him; watching as he sauntered to the bathroom.

She admired his features from behind; ogling at the tautness of his broad shoulders, the cup of his supple ass, the flex of his back muscles as he stretched and yawned loudly (she bites on her bottom lip, smirking when she notices the redness of her fingernail markings carved into his back. She doesn’t even remember doing that) and when he appears back into the bedroom she equally heeds at his frontal physique—his chest is chiseled as it stretched with his six pack abs, his cock was now flushed and heavy between his legs, still lathered with their mixed fluids.

“You see something you like?” He accuses teasingly, eyes narrowed, lips pursed in a playful smirk as he approached her. “I haven’t even been out of you for two minutes and you’re already trying to go at it again,” He chastised in a jest, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth making a playful chastising tsk-ing noise.

She giggles, sitting up as she rested on her elbows. “I’m just admiring the view. I like looking at my boyfriend,” She shrugs, biting down on her bottom lip as she stared abashedly at him. (He always liked hearing Sofia referring her claim on him—he liked that she called him hers, because there’s not anything else he’d rather be.)

Rafe mimics her smile as he sauntered up to her and leaned across the bed to meet her lips in a kiss. “And I like looking at my sexy ass girlfriend.” He murmurs, brushing his mouth against hers.

Sofia’s hand brushed against his neck as she sighed softly; indulging in the laziness of their tongues intertwining. The sound of her stomach growing loudly has both of them laughing as they pulled away from the kiss. “How about I go cook us some breakfast?” He offers, feeling his own stomach beginning to lurch from hunger.

Sofia nodded as she smiled, her dimples deepening in her cheeks. “Yes, please.”

“Alright, I’ll be back.” He avers, giving her lips one last kiss before he’s reaching down and grabbing ahold of his discarded briefs, tugging them back over his hips. He retreats downstairs and goes into the kitchen where he turns on the faucet to wash his hands before he begins to prepare breakfast.

[mrsniallhoran505]

P e p p e r m i n t

S n a c k!

Word count: 1577

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI Dom/sub dynamics, edging, orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, oral (female receiving), fingering, squirting, forced orgasm, over stimulation, bitting, candy cane (yes this is a warning and yes, I know what would actually happen, but this is fiction, live a little)

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It was supposed to be a quiet, cozy, sweet weekend in the cabin for the holiday. A treat for Just you and Austin before the crazy that is Christmas Eve and Christmas day. Christmas Eve with your family and Christmas day with his would have you both running around like chickens without heads, so he offered the getaway before you had to deal with all that. He would have offered the weekend after the holidays but you both had new year plans and it just wouldn’t workout. 

So here you were, cozy, luxury, warm cabin, snow falling outside, fire crackling in the fireplace. You were laid out in the blanket fort you both built to watch movies, clothes long forgotten and tossed about the fort. Your back was bowing, you fisted the blankets tight, legs shaking. 

 “Austin, please!” You beg, eyes rolling back as yet another orgasm washed over you. Austin was between your legs, holding your hips down with one hand. His other hand was gripping a candy cane from the tree you both had put up when you first arrived. The straight end was being thrust in and out of your sticky wet pussy. 

“One more, puppy, give me one more.” He taunted in a deep raspy voice. “I know you can.” He moved his hand down a bit so his thumb could work your clit in circles.A smirk spread across his face when you whimpered and started to tense up again. 

“Austin, I can’t” You whined and tried squirming away but Austin quickly leaned down to bite your inner thigh. You yelped and tried to close your legs. 

“I said one more.” He growled with your flesh between his teeth. 

“Yes, fuck, sorry!” You cried and held still for him to force another orgasm from your wrecked body. 

“Good girl.” He praised before kissing the bite mark. He straightened up and focused on thrusting the candy cane and rubbing your clit. His cock was hard and leaking, and starting to ache from the lack of attention, but Austin wanted to see you come undone again. 

“AUSTIN!” You cried as another orgasm took over. The white hot fire in your belly exploding and filling your veins with a delicious pleasure that had your body shaking. 

“That’s it, that’s a good girl.” Austin cooed as he slowed down to let you calm down. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you as he pulled the candy cane free. 

“F-F-uh-uck.” You stuttered as you rode the after shocks. 

“Yeah?” Austin smirked and brought the candy cane up to his mouth. He stuck his tongue out before dragging the candy cane down his tongue. His eyes fluttered closed as he hummed like he just tasted the world’s finest dessert. He wrapped his lips around the candy cane and let it go. He sat up and gripped his cock. “Not done yet puppy. 

You looked at him wide eyed and panting but before you could say anything your eyes rolled back and a low groan rumbled in your throat. He started to push his hard cock into you slowly, his own groan slipping past his lips, which were still wrapped around the candy cane. He gripped your hips tight and lifted you up a bit so he could slide all the way in. 

“Fuck puppy, you feel so good.” He growled before pulling out and slamming back in. He kept that pace, out to the tip and slam back in to the hilt, for a while. Pulling you to him by your hips. You were struggling to form a thought or a sentence as the fire started to build again. He kept the candy cane in his mouth, moving it around with his tongue. 

“Au… Fu… mnph!” You moaned and begged. 

“Fuck!” Austin growled before pulling all the way out. “Lost it's flavor.” He said more to himself then you. He pulled the candy cane from his mouth and used it to rub your clit before slowly pushing it back into you. He swirled it around and trusted it. “Not good if it's not coated in your sweet taste, puppy.” 

You whined at that and squirmed as he teased you with the candy cane. After being filled by Austin the candy cane was just a tease. 

“There we go.” He hummed and put the candy cane back in his mouth before lining up his cock again. He lifted your hips and starts thrusting. His pace was much faster but not as deep. 

You tried again to talk but only moans and vowel sounds came out. You knew if you really needed him to stop you had a hand signal you could give. The i love you sign in asl and he'd stop immediately but you didn't want him to stop. You wanted more. Needed more. 

Every time Austin thought the candy cane lost the taste of you he'd stop fucking you and use the candy cane to tease you. This means every time you're close to cumming he stops. He ruins it. He denies you what he had been begging you to do before. 

The candy cane was getting smaller and Austin didn't want to risk it hurting you so he bit it and chewed till it was gone. He leaned down to kiss you, slipping his tongue past your lips to let you taste the mixture of your arousal and peppermint. 

“Please Austin, I can't. I need.” You could finish a thought making Austin coo at you and stroke your face. 

“I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me, puppy.” He smirks and kisses his way down your body. 

“F-f-uh… ah-ah-ah-uh.” You whimper and tangle your hands in his hair as he lifted your legs over his shoulders. 

“What was that?” He asked before dragging his tongue up your slit slowly. He hummed before pressing his tongue to your clit and licking it in circles. 

You gave up on talking and just pulled him closer. Closing your thighs around his head. He gripped your thighs and pushes his tongue into you. You could feel his moan even if you couldn't hear it. 

He licked, sucked, and thrusted his tongue until he couldn't taste peppermint anymore. By then his chin was covered in a mixture of his spit and your slick. You'd cum twice and was starting to see stars when he finally pulled away. 

“Can puppy use her words now?” He smirks and wipes his chin with one hand before using that same hand to push two fingers into you. “Or did I tuck you dumb?” He smirks before pressing his fingers to your gspot and shakes his hand. 

“Austin! Fuck! Please!” You cry and lift your hips to try and lessen the impact he had. 

“Fuck what?” He growls and uses his free hand to push your hips down, adding pressure to your gspot from the outside. 

“ME!” You scream as you cum, squirting around his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and lets you calm down before doing it again. 

“Beg for it! Convince me you want it.” He growled low in your ear. 

Your eyes rolled back and your back bowed. You've never been this sensitive before. The pleasure was starting to mix with the pain of overstimulation. 

“Please, fuck, Austin please fuck me.” You clawed the floor as he got you to squirt again. 

“You want me to fuck you're sweet pussy?” He hums and licks his fingers. “Can still taste that fuckin candy cane.” He leans down and laps at you again. 

“Please, Austin I need you… need to cum on your cock.” You whimpered and tried squirming away from his unforgiving mouth. 

Austin sat up and gripped his cock. He teased you with the head before slipping in. He groaned and held still as you clenched and tightened around him. He looked to your hands for the signal, when he saw nothing but you white knuckling the blankets he started thrusting.

This time, it wasn't for you, it was for him. He knew he'd be lucky to get another out of you, so he chased his own high, but still mindful of your pleasure. 

“Fuck, can you give me one more puppy?” He says through gritted teeth. He licks his fingers before rubbing your swollen and abused clit. 

“I, fuck! Don't, fuck! Know!” You cried with each thrust. You didn't think it was possible but as he lifted your hips to push deeper you felt it. Like the pain of working out a sore muscle. It builds, making you tense up and take small breaths in without exhaling. Your head pressed back into the pillows, you back lifting, you looked possessed. For the moment you were. 

“Let go puppy!” He commands and you let out a strangled scream as he manages to get you to cum again. You claw his arms, the blankets, anything you could reach. 

He slams in and holds still as he fills you with his seed. Grunts and growls slipping through his teeth with each spurt. 

“Fuck puppy.” He nearly collapses on top of you but manages to catch himself with one arm. “You ok?” He asks using his free hand to stroke your cheek gently. 

You looked at him, still a bit dazed and lost in the euphoria. “Mhm.” You nod and let your eyes close. 

He chuckles softly. “I think peppermint is my new favorite snack.” 

[loveshotzz]

Hi Leighanne 🩷 can I please request on the balcony in early morning,  where neighbors might see,  but no one will likely look. with Colours Steve please? 👀

So fuckin excited to revisit the Foxy Lounge for Halloween!

Hi baby 💗 thank you for your request, I know how much you guys love colors!steve and how much I always avoid him 😂 so here is my gift to you for always being so sweet.

A/N: This blurb comes from my series Colors, you can read this as a stand alone if you want. Steve is in his 40’s and you’re in your 20’s and his daughters (her name is Jenny) best friend from college. For those that read the series, this takes place right after chapter three. enjoy 💗

WC: 1k

Warnings:18+ age gap (Steve is in his 40’s, R is in her 20’s) Best friends dad (affectionally known as colors!steve) semi public smut, dirty talk, cream pie all the time.

Older!bestfriendsdad!steve x fem!reader

You knew what you wanted saying yes to Jenny when she invited you on an impromptu trip to visit her Dad for a long weekend. Just like you knew what you wanted when you found yourself at his bedroom door at 4am despite calling it quits after New Year’s Eve, you just didn’t know he would give it to you.

The dark violet sky starts to burst with hues of oranges and pinks, the golden sun breaking through the last bit of night that has warm rays shine against already heated skin. The grip you have on the railing of his balcony is just as hard as Steve’s grip on your hips. Sleep shorts forgotten down by your ankles along with your oversized shirt. His gray sweatpants are pushed halfway down his hairy thighs, while the pads of his fingers dig into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises you’ll have to lie to Jenny about later.

The blunt ends of his nails dig crescent moons with each desperate roll of his hips, the sound of your slick growing loud enough to have you scared of waking her up with her bedroom window not that far from his on the second floor. The silver chain he wears runs cool up the dip of your back when he leans forward, pushing himself even deeper, trailing open mouth kisses wherever he can reach, your eyes rolling back when he hits the spot that makes you flutter around him.

“God, this pussy.” He groans, teeth nipping at your spine, the auburn and salt scruff that covers his jaw rubbing rough against you. “Always so tight honey, fuck - perfect.”

His words come out around huffed breaths, muttering against your sweat slick skin while his thrusts get slower - deeper, relishing in the feel of your silk wrapped around him like a vice grip, like you were close. He’d already pulled two out of you, one in his bed when his fingers curled just the right way to make you see white and another one with his face buried between your thighs when you came outside for a smoke break.

You were supposed to go back to your room before Jenny woke up.

He pulls himself all the way out, smirking when you whine a little, your own hips pushing back to try and chase him. His cock twitches in his hand when he sees the mess he’s made of you, how your walls seem to seem to beg for him with his fat tip pressed against your entrance.

“Yeah?” He chuckles darkly, watching how you drip more for him.

He doesn’t wait for you to answer, one rock of his hips burying himself all the way to the hilt of you again, the stretch burns making your jaw go slack. Big hands swallow yours around the railing, fingers intertwining as he folds himself over so the dark curls on his chest are pressed wet with sweat against your back. His thrusts become more controlled like this, shorter, more precise. The sweetness of your arousal still lingers hot on his breath that huffs against your neck, you feel surrounded by him like this.

“Couldn’t stay away could you? Those college boys don’t feel like this do they, baby? She missed me huh?”

Words get lost on your tongue when the tip of him reaches the place inside of you only he can find over and over again. All you can manage is a shake of your head, eyes screwing shut and knuckles flexing against his palms when you grip the metal bar harder. His hips stutter when he feels your cunt do the same.

“Steve - please.” You sound wrecked when you plead with him, while the tension building deep in your gut starts to come to a head, the beginnings of your third orgasm making itself known.

“Shit - I know, I know.” He hisses releasing one of your hands so the pads of his fingers can find your clit, the sun getting higher up in the sky is a reminder of the time, “gonna take care of her all weekend, fuckin’ dream about you and this pussy all the time. Missed it so much.”

His words and the circles eight’s his index and middle finger rub against your bundles of nerves rips a moan that borders the edge of too loud from your chest, making you both freeze for a second. The heavy length of him twitches deep inside of you and it has you grind your hips despite the consequences. His head drops, eyebrows marrying in the middle when you squeeze around him with purpose, a loose strand of hair falling against his forehead when he nods, meeting your movements with fingers that become determined.

“Need you to fall apart for me, we don’t have much time.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “let me get another one, come on pretty girl.”

His hips circle, hitting angles he wasn’t before overwhelming you, becoming too much. He thrusts hard enough to have you on your tippy toes, getting you to do exactly what he wants. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you bite down to try and stay quiet and you’re scared it’s going to draw blood, walls spasming around him so much that the intensity of your orgasm rings in your ears.

You squeeze his length like you’re trying to push him out, but it only makes him bury his cock deeper fighting against the velvet of your walls. It doesn’t take much to have him follow your lead, hot ropes spilling out of him warming your insides when he comes. The grip he still has on your hand turns his knuckles white as he dips his head into the crook of your neck, letting his moans come out muffled against your soft skin.

The stubble on his jaw threatens to rub you raw while his jaw tightens trying to calm himself down, while you flutter relentlessly around him in your aftershocks. He holds you to him, both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. The birds chirping outside are loud enough to tell you it’s fully morning now, and you hear the sounds of Jenny’s bedroom door open and shut. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest until you hear her shuffle to the bathroom leaving you just enough time to sneak out.

“Come to my room earlier tonight, honey.” Steve finally whispers, smirking against your neck.

[skulla-rxcks]

Because you’re mine.{chapter 4}

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Genre: smut, mafia au

Warnings: or4l (fem rec), v4ginal, mentions of murd*r

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

It’s the morning after I killed Felix. I slept in Chan’s room for the night while the corpse got disposed of and cleaned off the carpet. “Mmm.. you sleep okay after last night?” Chan groans, resting his chin on my shoulder. “I. I’m still sorry..” I mumble, I feel my cheeks flush red as he wraps his hands around my waist. “For the last time it’s fine. We have to clean up bodies all the time it’s no big deal.” He sighs. “O-oh.. okay.” I pull a slight smile, hoping it’ll fuck off from my mind soon.

“Shit.” I hear Chan mutter under his breath. “Hm?” Oh. Oh my. My eyes widen and the blush on my cheeks grow as I feel something hard pressing against my thigh. “Im so fucking sorry you’re seeing me like this. It’s early in the morning so.. you know.” He rests his face in his palms clearly embarrassed at how his body is reacting right this moment, especially with me lying against him. “Ghh fuck.. could you m-maybe.. mmgh. Could you maybe help me out here?” He asks me, face flushed and embarrassed. “Y-you don’t have to I was just seeing if you know, wanted something out of it too.”

“Sure.” I reply, feeling myself grow wet between my thighs, I’m not wearing panties at all due to them being ripped to shreds. Chan smirks, lifting the sheet off his bed and running his forefinger down my folds, my wetness sticking to his fingers. “shit. May I taste you?” He questions, bringing his head down to my crotch, wanting for my response. I nod. “So wet for me..” he groans, holding my legs open as he thrusts his tongue into my hole, his top teeth grazing my clit as he begins to eat me out like a whole fucking meal. “Chan.. ah..” i moan, my hand reaching down to push his head more into my cunt as he continues to devour it like a starving man going at the last slice of bread.

“You taste so sweet baby..” he starts eating me out more aggressively now, making me buck my hips into his face for more of his mouth.

“I want to touch you..” I pout, moving his head away from me. I palm him through his boxers hearing him curse as I feel his leaking bulge. “Please. I’m so god damn hard right now it’s insane.” He begs, pulling his boxers down. I watch as his hard cock springs up. Immediately I wrap my hand around it, beginning to pump it. I bring my head forward and lick the precum off his tip. My other hand running down to rub my cunt as I get him off at the same time. “Fuck yes.. on your back. Now. Need to feel your tight little pussy around my dick” he moans. I obey his request, taking off my shirt too so I’m fully nude on my back with my legs open. I watch as he rolls the condom on his dick before positioning it at my entrance. “Chan please..” I sob, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pushes into me.

“Fuck you’re tighter than I expected.” He bites his lip from all the pleasure he’s feeling in this moment. He begins to pump his hips faster and faster, his dick reaching spots I never have touched before, he’s so deep in me it feels so good.. “K-kiss me please.. need your lips on mine.” I blush. “Anymore requests, princess?” He smirks at me, bringing his lips to mine and kissing me deeply as out tongues tangle together. “I’m gonna cum soon..” I warn him, my cunt beginning to clench around his length as I make my release. He cums after, filling the condom up almost immediately before pulling out and disposing of it correctly.

“Put these on, we’ll miss breakfast.” Chan says, sighing as he gives me some loose shorts to wear with his shirt that he gave me last night.

I get changed then follow Chan to the dinning table for breakfast.

I take a seat next to Chan once again. I try to keep my gaze off everyone due to one of them being.. well, dead. “So is it true?” One of the boys say, Changbin. “Is what true?” I scoff at him, not wanting to talk after the Felix incident that happened last night. “Is it true that you killed Felix?” He asks, getting up from his chair and walking behind me, randomly leaving a little delicate kiss on my collarbone. “Changbin. Dont. You can play with her later.” Chan sighs, holding up a butter knife to Changbin’s face, as if he was threatening him almost.

“P-play with.. me?” I turn to whisper to Chan. Wondering if he wants to see me getting used by his friends. “If you give them want they want they most likely won’t want to hurt you. Trust me. These guys are basically brothers to me.” He reassures me, rubbing my back to calm down my nerves that are sending warning signals to my brain. “Show me your tits.” Han says randomly, causing my face to flush at the sudden demand. “W-what?” I ask.

“I wanna see your tits.” He smirks. “Just do it yeah? I’ll reward you with my thick cock later..” Chan whispers in my ear. I immediately decide to lift up my shirt, not wanting to miss out on how good Chan felt inside me a second time. “Oh wow..” Han grins, walking over and taking one of my nipples into his mouth. “W-what are you.. nngh..” I moan at the sudden feeling of his tongue swirling around the swollen bud. “Damn she’s hot.” I hear Seungmin say under his breath. Not long after Han pulls away. I go back to Chan’s room and just sleep for the whole day, still recovering mentally from last night

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

you try your best to swallow it all. some of it spills out the corners of your mouth but you makes sure to swallow what he gives you. your head still bobs up and down jungkook’s dick to help him ride out his orgasm until he stills you for a second time to swallow more of his cum. “yes yes yes! take it all, swallow!” he groans as he looks down your pretty tear-stained face to watch you choke on his dick.

eventually, he pulls your head back to watch you cough for air after he filled your mouth to the brim. you stick your tongue out to lick the corners of your mouth where his cum lingers, making sure to clean your mouth before looking up at jungkook again. “d-do you f-forgive me?” you pant as press your thighs together to give your wet pussy some kind of attention.

jungkook takes your hand and guides you to the bed before shoving you onto it. he wastes no time ripping off your shorts and panties in one go. you take it upon yourself to toss your shirt to the side along with jungkook who’s attention is now on your sopping pussy that’s in desperate need of his attention.

he spreads your legs apart before gives your soaking pussy a long lick; from your tiny opening to the top of your clit, but when his tongue licks your clit, your eyes roll to the back of your skull. he gives you it two soft kitten licks before he attaches his mouth and begins to enrapture your body.

he harshly sucks your sensitive clit and flicks it over and over with his tongue. your moans echo throughout the house as you use your hand to push jungkook’s long bangs back. the sight of him tongue fucking your pussy is so fucking hot and when he looks at you while doing it—“fuck~” you throw your head back in pleasure, using your other hand to stimulate your tits as he sinks two fingers in your pussy while eating you out like he hasn’t eaten in years.

“r-right th-there, daddy~ i-i’m g-gonna cum. fuckk~ i’m gonna cum baby, please don’t stop~ i’m gonna be so good for you. i love you so much, jungkook. i-i love you so fucking much”

~🫧

You are gonna be the death of him and he’s going to be the death of you.

He knows it and he doesn’t mind because as long as he dies in between your legs? He’s got no objection or regrets. Jungkook eats you out like a man starved.

His mouth hungry and needy as he sucks on your clit. He’s going to teach you a lesson to never ever doubt him again. He’s going to punish you through pleasure.

“ngh mhpphm..” he knows you love his lewd sounds, he presses his nose deeper into your heat, sniffing your sweet scent as you gush all over his tongue.

But then, he gives your clit a bite, you cry out, gripping the sheets underneath you, he smirks against you as you cum harder, he soothes the pain with his tongue, but it’s so fun to force these reactions out of you.

“You’ve been so fucking bad you deserve your clit bitten until it fucking bleeds, and guess what hm? I’m gonna do it and I’m gonna suck your blood while I make a mess out of your pretty cunt.” He growls out, he then uses his hand to squeeze your breast, pinching the nipple, you moan.

He proceeds to throw your legs over his shoulder as he tilts his head to dive in deeper. You’re a moaning mess, his dick is rock hard, he bites it again, using his teeth and you cry out harder, your body is overstimulated and he fuckin loves it.

Jungkooks eyes roll back to the back of his head as the metallic taste finally graces his tongue, he groans so loudly, his mouth working overtime as he sucks on it, your blood is now all over his mouth as your pleasured screams fill the whole damn house.

“You fuckin deserve this— ahh how can you taste soo good, fucking hell.”

[rhaenyratargxryen]

Intoxicated by her name on Alicent's tongue, it resonated within Rhaenyra even as the two girls stumbled against the Heart Tree, desperately attempting to disappear into the shadows it so charitably provided. Amidst the chaotic mess, she managed to kick the quilt over the food and conceal most of what had been laid out, before her back hit the bark with a crackling thud against her shoulder blades, resulting in a hiss through gritted teeth. 

"Alicent," a sigh, "they will not find us."

A feeble attempt at reassurance, as the tremor caught harshly between her syllables; Alicent's iron grip on her bicep would have stung had Rhaenyra held her wits enough to process the pain. Nails dug into the supple flesh of her arm and left crescent moons underneath the fraying fabric of her sleeve.

Rhaenyra...

Many times in their younger years would the princess provoke Alicent into saying her name, whether it be to scold or between fits of laughter that rendered them speechless from the pain in their sides.

What followed after were strenuous lessons in High Valyrian as they played together, where Rhaenyra would implore her to repeat various phrases until Alicent's tongue tired from the arduous rolling of r's and the impossible notion of weaving together individual words fluidly to match her pace. Everything about the delivery was clunky, foreign on her tongue, and yet every attempt she made for her made the princess' heart soar with pride.

Her name took another form tonight. It was something deeper, darker, and it singed into her memory like a branding.

Say it again, she wanted to plead. Present to me every side of you. I thought I already knew it all, but I was wrong.

Rhaenyra wanted to groan out in agony upon the mention of Ser Otto Hightower. She loathed him for his treatment of Alicent, especially after the passing of her mother. She spent less time with her because of it, though Rhaenyra could tell it was rarely to comfort after such a loss - her uncle made that abundantly clear for her whenever Alicent was summoned by her father, leaving Rhaenyra alone to her devices and disappointed.

"He's priming the little lady for a comfortable life, sweet niece," he would smirk, watching the two walk away, his hand perched on her shoulder. "A comfortable life, with a comfortable lord. Gold dragons will spill between his fingers as payment when real ones are not feasible. Neither of you will be children for much longer."

Every time Alicent would return, a little less of her would come back to Rhaenyra. A little less of her jesting and sarcasm, which exchanged for a straighter back and folded hands. Rhaenyra loathed him.

"The Hand will have no way of- " she began, though her efforts to console were thwarted by a gust of endorphins when Alicent closed the space between them again, her flushed cheek brushing against her cooler one.

Rhaenyra, please.

Rhaenyra's brows knit together, the arm that wasn't shackled under Alicent's hold swinging the cloak over them. They both sunk to the bottom amongst the roots and against the tree, limbs entangled in one another under the earthy cloth.

Please...

The position was anything but comfortable. A particularly jagged something lodged itself between her ribs - likely a root, branch, or stone - and she bit back another pained noise to settle instead for a wince. Rhaenyra could only pray it would adequately serve in hiding the contours of their bodies in the blackness.

"J-Just, just stay quiet."

How could anyone focus after -

"If we stay quiet, these lumbering idiots will march off. I know them."

Moonlight permeated through the thready cloak just enough for Rhaenyra to make out Alicent's beauty alongside her terror. The incessant march of the gold cloaks adopted a crescendo to accompany the percussive thudding in Rhaenyra's chest. She knew she ought to be more concerned about them, though nothing consumed more of her thoughts than the way Alicent's lips moved to form her name.

"Under my cloak, you're under my protection, remember?"

Were I the king, anyone who would lay a hand on you would lose the hand.

Under the cloak was darkness, and in the darkness, they found each other. It grew stifling, the oxygen thin under their shared veil, yet tonight Rhaenyra wanted nothing more than to fill her lungs with Alicent Hightower until they burst.

Rhaenyra's yearning fingertips buried themselves between Alicent's silky copper ringlets, the thrill of the ordeal planting seeds of courage in her heart.

"I do not apologize for my desire," she confessed in the intimate silence, her eyes fluttering closed as nails gently dug into her scalp. Her head tilted and her lips had parted of their own accord, and the next thing she knew, the taste of fragrant Dornish strongwine and honeycakes and orange slices and Alicent flooded her palate, rendering her blind and deaf to any other pleasures of the world. 

Will you find it in your heart to forgive me, anyways?

The moon, nearly full, is at its peak in the blackened sky when Alicent finally finds herself crawling beneath the crisp sheets of her bed. The linens are cold to the touch as she sinks into the mattress, pillows overly fluffed where her face buries in deep. She draws in a slow, steady breath against the cotton, then releases it with a content sigh. She repeats it three times, then turns her head to the side and curls herself into a ball. The bed is fit for two, three even, but she only ever sleeps in the middle. It’s the one place she can allow herself to feel small, tucked carefully between her large comforter and soft mattress. She’s safe there, in the quiet. With nothing more than the gentle crackle of the fire in the hearth, or the occasional muffled voice floating from the hall, Alicent can only hear her own breathing. It’s a relief to be off her feet, to not worry about keeping perfect posture, or smile until her cheeks hurt and her teeth ache.  

What’s better is that she doesn’t have her father’s voice in her ear telling her to be better, to try harder. 

“Remember, Alicent. You are a lady of the court, and I expect you to carry yourself as such.” He will often say with a calm face, always so collected, “Running around playing childish games with the princess is unbefitting and I can see it’s beginning to cloud your judgement. Perhaps it’s time you started growing up.” 

It’s subtle, his disappointment, but it still manages to cut deep enough that even picking at her cuticles won’t help her heal. 

Alicent doesn’t realize she’s been clenching her left hand in a fist until her nails pierce her palm and she winces, blinking into the darkness to clear her mind. She rubs her palm back and forth across the mattress to quell the sting before adjusting her head on one of the pillows and closing her eyes, willing sleep to take her. 

She doesn’t remember falling asleep, but her eyes are heavy with it when she hears a creak coming from the corner of her room. The soft disturbance is followed by a shuffling of feet, trying and failing to remain quiet as they flit across the floor. Alicent keeps still, half-convinced that she’s dreaming when the smell of fire smoke brushes across her cheek.  

“Rhaenyra.” she mumbles, pulling the woody smoke further into her lungs when she draws in a deep breath to try and shake herself awake. “I better be dreaming. The hour is late, and you should be in your room, asleep.” 

Alicent hears an annoyed huff at the side of her bed where the mattress dips with an added weight. Curiosity gets her to open her eyes. That, and the fact that her best friend is in her room when she shouldn’t be, and she knows Rhaenyra will have a smile full of mischief dancing across her lips. It’s the one she loves the most, because it both worries and excites her at the same time. Her stomach flips wild whenever she catches it and she can’t put a name to it, but it’s something she always wants to chase.  

She can only see the tail of Rhaenyra’s braid shining like silver in the sparce moonlight. The rest is hidden beneath a hat and upon further inspection, she notes that her friend is dressed as a commoner. A second set of clothes is placed between them in a pile and Alicent lets out a pathetic whine, even though she’s smiling as she sits up. Pulling her knees to her chest, she glances at the outfit, then settles her attention back to Rhaenyra. 

Puffing out her cheeks, Alicent combs her fingers through her hair and brushes it off her shoulders before plucking a simple, baggy tunic from the offered clothing. Her nightgown is up and over her head and she’s working one of her arms through a sleeve when she speaks again. 

“Where do you plan on venturing to tonight, princess?” Alicent asks with a quiet laugh. 

It’s late, the sky is starless, but she doesn’t care. She’s missed this. 

@rhaenyratargxryen

[yikimiki]

Please more Reiner and size kinkkkkkkk

SAY NO MORE!!! I actually got really carried away with this one because Reiner with a size kink just makes me go insane

jock!reiner x fem!reader | warnings: smut, size kink, dirty talk, rough sex, semi-public, unprotected sex, college au, praise kink, creampie, breeding kink

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In his defense, Reiner warned you. You just decided not to take him seriously.

Could you blame yourself? Not really, not when a lot of guys like to play up their sizes to get people interested. In your blissful innocence, you thought that Reiner, local dumbass and above average quarterback, was doing the same when he told you like three times that he might have to prepare you a little longer. In your lustful and incredulous haze, you only rolled your eyes, pulling him closer and moaning once your mouths collided back into a heated kiss.

Party hook-ups were never your go-to, but these are different times. Tonight, after a huge back and forth between the two of you, the bubble of sexual tension finally exploded when you straddled his meaty tights, making out with him on the sofa. It wasn’t long before Reiner was panting and groaning, the imprint of his hard cock poking your inner tight, and even less time until he was practically begging to take you somewhere private.

Which leads you here: with your legs spread open, panties hanging on one ankle and skirt pulled up to reveal your soaked pussy. Your ass is pressed against the cold marble of the bathroom sink and your eager eyes are watching as Reiner finally pulls his pants down, dragging his underwear down with it.

Oh. That’s gonna be an issue.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, feeling both aroused and terrified at once. Reiner takes one hand to pump his cock, which his for sure the biggest you’ve ever seen. He’s thick and long, with a bright red tip and thick veins standing out. His balls are equally huge, heavy and loaded as he takes a step towards you. “Reiner, you’re so big.”

He scoffs, thumb circling his tip, where a fat bead of precum started to drip. “Sure you don’t want more prep?” He asks and, in a suicidal decision, you shake your head no. You’re being stupid for the second time tonight, but, now, it’s on purpose. As much as you think there’s no way in hell you’ll be able to take him inside, you want to feel the stretch of every single inch Reiner has to give you. He raises one eyebrow. “Sure about that?”

Tentatively, you curl one hand around his member, gasping once you notice you can’t even hold him all the way around. Reiner sees it too, hissing at the image. “I’m sure,” you say. “I wanna try.”

He takes another step towards you, large hands separating your thighs before he yanks you closer by the waist. You yelp at the movement, growing even wetter at his strength. “You sure you can take my cock, baby?” The pet name makes your toes curl, the vibrato of his voice now so much closer to you. Now that Reiner is standing tall before you, you come to terms with the fact that he’s huge all around — strong, defined muscles, tall, broad shoulders. He could break you in half if he wanted to. “Pussy looks so fucking tiny. I doubt I’ll fit.”

You gasp when two of his fingers spread your pussy lips apart. You hold his cock tighter, earning a groan from him. “Please, make it fit,” you almost sob. You never needed something so much in your life. “I can take whatever you give me, please.”

That seems to be enough for Reiner. He takes your hand away from his cock and lines his tip with your soaked entrance, rubbing himself up and down to catch more of your arousal. You are moaning at that feeling alone, entire body expecting for the moment that he finally enters you.

“Ready?” He asks. You nod, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Gonna go slow. But I can’t promise I’ll hold back later.”

“Okay,” you say.

The tip of his cock presses tightly against your entrance, intruding past the ring of muscle. Reiner growls against your ear at the feeling of your tiny pussy clenching around him, almost pushing him out. “You have to relax for me, baby,” he asks.

“I-I’m sorry,” you hiccup. “It’s just— you’re so big, so big.”

“Shhh, I know, baby, I know.” Reiner kisses your temple, then presses forward once again. You cry out his name as his huge length splits you open, feeling like you’re about to cum from his size alone. By the time that he bottoms out — how, you have no idea — you’re crying out in pain and pleasure, nails digging into his large biceps as he waits for you to get used to it. “Fuck, baby,” Reiner moans. “You’re way too fucking tight. Pussy’s just sucking me in.”

“M-move, please,” you beg. “Please, Reiner.”

You don’t have to ask twice. Reiner is slamming his hips against yours in no time, pace getting faster and faster until you’re practically bouncing on the bathroom sink, tits moving up and down with the force of his thrusts. You just feel so small caged by his strong arms; the animalistic glint in his eyes making you feel like he’s about to eat you whole. Still, you can’t think much further than that, not with his huge cock fucking you dumb, brushing against every single sweet spot you have.

“G-God, you’re such a good girl,” Reiner hisses, one arm circling your waist so he can change the angle of his thrusts. “You’re taking my fat cock so fucking well, this tight little pussy is not even letting me slip out.” His cock throbs inside you as he says that, and some part of your fucked-out brain realizes that he must like the size difference just as much as you. “Tell me you like it, baby, tell me.”

“I love it,” you moan, throwing your head back. Reiner is attacking your neck in no time, deep voice vibrating against your jugular as your walls start to clamp around him. Your next words are a complete disconnected mess because of your orgasm, but every single one is like music to his ears. “R-Reiner, your cock’s s-so huge, so big, can’t take it— too much, it’s too much, I can’t...”

“Cum for me. You’re gonna be a good girl and gonna take every fucking inch of this cock,” he orders. You do both — walls spasming around his girth as your high washes over you, calling out his name again and again as if there aren’t hundreds of people just outside the bathroom door. But you don’t care, not when Reiner keeps using your pussy as his favorite toy, moaning and cursing as his own high approaches. “Tell me I can cum inside you,” he practically begs. “Tell me I can breed this pussy.”

You nod, still drunk off the pleasure. “Yes, please, fill me up, Reiner, please.”

His hand is on the back of your neck before you can think, pulling you into a kiss that is all teeth and tongue. “Gonna give you every drop of my cum, baby,” Reiner promises. “Gonna fill you up until your pussy is dripping.”

This time, you’re smart enough to believe his warnings. Reiner cums soon after — and he cums a lot. Wave after wave of white shoots out of his cock, his hands holding onto your hips so tightly you just know it’ll be sore in the morning. You’re stuttering out his name as another small orgasm rushes through your body, enough to push out his cum before he’s even done with it, dripping down the sides of his cock and onto the floor. With his size and his release, you feel as full as you can get, bliss overtaking your body as he finally pulls away.

“What a mess,” you giggle, looking down between your legs.

Reiner agrees with a chuckle, leaning in to place a soft kiss against your lips. “You did so well,” he praises and you feel yourself melt. “Mind if I call you one of these days?”

[yaelan]

RUSH. GENSHIN MEN + WOMEN

* afab!dom!fem!reader. handjobs. whiny men. fingering. clit play. praise. pet names. ( baby, doll, sweetheart. ) mutual masturbation. minors &&. ageless blogs do not interact.

feat. childe , diluc , itto , kazuha , ei.

moka ‘ was gonna do more girls but i ran outta tags :/

CHILDE

𓋜 ˖ ִ݁˚ ׂ his breath is hot and unsteady, the often jolt of his hips bumping with your wrist. his head is molded between the crane of your neck, drool trickling down the lane. “fuck—.” his lips curled up a mewl, weak beneath the pumping of your hand.

you’re beyond fascinated with the scene lay before you, sweat pooling at the edges of his forehead, the sweet little ginger hairs sticking to his skin. “doin’ so good, baby.” you charmed him with a sickened coo. your right arm overlapped over his shoulder, fingers running down his blade, the left running down his length.

“‘m gonna cum— s-shit!” he blanketed his eyes with the skin of his lids, squeezing them so hard he’d soon faint. gasps ran through the thin crack between his lips; sweet, long, and music to the ear.

DILUC

𓋜 ˖ ִ݁˚ ׂ he’d shed his grunts behind the caging of his teeth, the abrupt and seemingly aggressive strokes messing with his head. your lips swam in for a kiss, littering the map of his neck in tooth-rotting pecks.

your ears perk up at the lightest groan, sliding your thumb up ‘n down the bulky vein presented by his cock. “your lil’ sounds are so cute, baby.” you squeezed him for a quick second, listening to the way the moan rushed out his throat. you hummed, pleased— you got ahead of yourself, keeping him in a tight clutch as you rapidly jerked him. “be a good boy ‘n cum?” you looked up at him with your unoccupied hand resting on his chest, huffing out a soft giggle; applying pressure to the top as the thick blotches of cum landed on your hand.

ITTO

𓋜 ˖ ִ݁˚ ׂ surprisingly, it's got no shame being a whiny bitch. submitting himself to your hands, laying back and moaning for you. he holds himself against the dresser, fingers daring to curl up into a fist; body unstable as you continuously spit on his dick.

“jus’ lay back for me ‘kay?” pathetically, he nodded, moaning as saliva pooled on his tongue, spewing swears as he watches the way you hand fuck him.

“oh, fuck— feel s’ good! go-nna cum soon, r-real soon.” he embarrassed himself of his own will, never thinking to snap his mouth shut, which is what pleased you the most. he always knew what to say to satisfy your needy ears.

KAZUHA

𓋜 ˖ ִ݁˚ ׂ like an overheated monitor, his lungs are airing out heavy breaths. your wrists and fingers are frosted with his silky smooth cum. he’s sensitive. so sensitive that he’ll cum on your command. he always obeyed and tracked each word you’d say, and if he was as good as you wanted him to be, you’d always treat him generously.

his fingers clasped whatever rummage was behind him, the mini ponytail tugging his scalp falling loose as the hair tie fell onto the floor. his moans were the cutest of all time, the bubblegum pink pigment overlaying his fluff cheeks. his lips are tainted with spit, mouth agape as each moan flows from his tongue. like a musical instructor, you lead each action to him, and in response he’s bouncing back.

EI

𓋜 ˖ ִ݁˚ ׂ her skin is soft, like a blanket over your body, her hand travels towards your cunt as yours does to hers. you teased her hole, running circles over the entrance before slowly creeping inside her cunny.

her neck arched, moaning with a slight hoarseness. her fingers are weak to fuck you, middle and index fingers rolling over your clit. you kissed her open neck, slipping your tongue past your lips. you grunted into the skin of her nape, your arm draped over her thigh; your thumb stretching to tease her fluffy clit.

she winced, cuddling into you, her thighs clenching with your hand stuck in between. you rocked your body close against her; the friction of her hand and the rocky thrusts enough to force a moan out of you. “feel good, sweetheart?” she nodded, her overgrown hair soft against your chest.

“cum for me, doll. .” your words lean slow, your lips apart as you sloppily kiss her summery surface. you groaned, your free hand clutching her working hand, guiding her fingers where your heart desires. she spasmed, her ass rubbing against you as her body craved something to calm down her high.

[tteokdoroki]

— “PANTY THIEF + BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): inspired by this fanart and everyone being horny on THE DASH !! dedicated to @honeykeigo n @lady-bakuhoe for enabling my horny behaviour ok ok. also this turned out longer than i expected so ,,, have fun?

warning(s): mdni, 18+, smut, dubcon, mentions of drinking, uhh sniffed and stolen panties, slight!exhibitionism, power play dynamics, fingering, pussy slaps uwu, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

“y-you uh, you don’t haf’ta do this mishta—?“

“dynamight.”

“r-right, dy-ma-might!”

katsuki had rolled his eyes the first time you spoke to him, a sweet, darling little girl too drunk on whatever shitty alcohol you’d been served at the bar on friday night. you obviously didn’t drink much, maybe even drunk too much— the hero would tell by the way your eyes crossed with your legs as you walked and the fact that you couldn’t remember the right way to spell your own name and it was clear your friends were a bunch of assholes for abandoning their shit faced friend to find her own way home.

he hated, this part of the job but he’d have felt bad if the guy following you home had done something bad to you and besides— the way you pressed yourself to the explosive hero, breasts spilling out of your tight black dress, thick and juicy thighs exposed to the fresh night air makes the whole ordeal worth it. oh you’re so cute, got katsuki’s cock stirring in his pants— his baggy hero costume suddenly becoming way too fucking tight for his liking. you’ll pay him back, he knows that you will, all of his fans do in some way or another.

you’ll be special though, if the smell of your saccharine cunt is anything to go by. slick dripping down your shaky thighs while he guides you down the empty street, and of course you’d be attracted to him. bakugou will have to indulge in you; his reward for being such a gentleman, for being your hero. “this ish me,” you squeak when the pair of you arrive at the door to your apartment complex. your words are smooshed together by your own drunken haze while you unlock the door to let yourself in.

how rude of you, forgetting all about dynamight who’d basically saved your life tonight. without much of a fight, bakugou pushes you against the door, effectively keeping it closed, his eyes cloud over— a storm thick with lust as you look up at him so innocently he could break. “not gonna invite me up, sweet stuff?” he coos, amused at the shiver that runs laps down the base of your spine. your thighs jump apart only just, giving the hero an opportunity to shove his hand up your dress to cup your sweet little cunt.

“i— i didn’t know—“ your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, confusion etched so prettily across your face it makes bakugou want to bend you over and fill your hole to the brim. he’d save that for later though. “didn’t think you’d want to—“

the blonde growls, thick fingers easily finding your panties under that short dress of yours. the black lace is soaked to the bone, a sticky mess spreading across the digits that now pinch at your puffy clit. you jump and bakugou growls hungrily. “s’awfully rude don’cha think, sweet stuff? that’s okay though, i think you can reward me right fuckin’ here, don’chu?” a toothy smirk tugs at the hero’s lips when you dumbly nod in agreement, your body trembling from a mix of cold, neediness and excitement. “atta girl, spread those needy fuckin’ thighs for me then.”

you seem to have sobered up quickly, listening well for the hero that saved you and part your meaty thighs to let bakugou push your panties to the side and give him more access to your runny cunny. “p-please dynamight, d-do somethin,” comes your whiney voice as he lowers his to get a better view of your spread your pussy lips; he watches as your hole oozes just for him, desperate to filled and fucked. it’s too early for his cock, he needs to give you a taste of something else before you get drunk on him.

without warning, he pushes two of his expert fingers past your puckering entrance, immediately curling them in a come hither motion as his heated red eyes flicker up to watch your face. your ruby painted lips hang open in a silent moan while your fingers dig into bakugou’s shoulders so hard your nails form tears in his hero suit. “fuckin’ look atcha baby, barely even touched ya ‘n you’re already suckin’ down my fingers so greedily.” he snarls, sharp teeth coming down on your barley clothed breast.

bakugou’s thumb massages rough circles into your clit, pulling more honeyed cries from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “f-fuck, dynamight, need more of your touch, ‘m begging you please!” is all you can say, mindlessly babbling as you fail to keep yourself up right. the explosive pro hero steadies you with an arm wrapped around your waist, fingers curling again to explore more of your velvet walls.

“it’s katsuki, to you,” he barks out, using the arm around your waist to smack your sloppy cunt, the wet sound echoing across the street. “needy little thing, beggin’ me like this, who am i to deny your wishes?” bakugou grins, mercilessly scissoring his digits into your tight heat to stretch you wide open for him. he can’t believe his luck, the way you’re so pliant and responsive to him and him alone.

it’s too soon for him to be this addicted to your cute moans filling the crisp air but he can’t help himself, not when you clamp around his scarred fingers with every pump of them into your silken heat. not with the way your own fingers now curl in sun kissed blonde hair— pulling the hero upwards to suck on his bottom lip, followed by his tongue.

you cry out, the most beautiful sound katsuki’s every heard in all twenty years of living when his fingers press down hard on that gummy pleasure spot inside you, and like the good girl you are for him, you keep your shaky thighs open for him. “you’re such a good fuckin’ doll, letting me finger you out in the open like this, anyone could see us but you wouldn’t care, not when you’re creamin’ your panties for dynamight, right sweet thing?” bakugou’s lewd words go straight to your cunt, entangled with the squelching noises as he moves within you.

“yes! yes! wouldn’t care, don’ care...j-jus wanna cum for you, s-suki—fuck, please—“ you mewl into the night, doe eyes shimmering with tears as the knot in your lower tummy gets tighter and tighter until you can’t bare it anymore.

bakugou grins, curling his fingers once more to send you hurtling off of the edge. he can’t stop thinking about how soaked your little lace panties must be, about all the things he’s going to do with them once he gets them off of you.

“cum.” your pussy follows his orders for you, white flashing behind your eyes as a scream rips in your throat and shoots out into the quiet night. the knot in your stomach snaps, release splashing out against bakugou’s hand and hero suit— he makes you cum so hard you almost black out, a twitching mess in the hero’s arms.

when you finally come to, bakugou’s slurping your nectar off of his fingers, head cocked to the side as you shakily look up at him. “i, uh...t-thank you!” you breathe, blinking away the buzzing noise in the back of your head. “for...uh...”

you’re so cute, flushed with heat and slick dripping from between your legs. you obviously think that was a one time thing, but bakugou hasn’t finished cashing in his reward. the hero shakes his head, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your own up to meet his ruby gaze. “give me your phone and take off your panties.” he orders, voice authoritative and never wavering— you’re confused, but don’t question him, just as a good girl should.

rooting around in your now discarded purse, you pull out and unlock your going for katsuki, who busies himself with your contacts. embarrassment crawls up your spine when you reach for your underwear, still wet with your arousal and release, you look to bakugou hesitantly. “do i have to—?”

“off.” he grunts, barely looking up from your device as you shimmy out of the lace garment and hand it to him. bakugou gives you the same evil smirk from earlier while you collect yourself against the door, sniffing the flimsily, wet material before shoving them into the pocket of his pants. his cock is hard as a fucking rock, but he’ll be able to deal with it appropriately after his patrol. “i’ll be keeping these. this is where we say g’night sweet stuff.”

the way you curl in on yourself, perhaps a bit humiliated at the idea of your panties being taken by the number two pro hero is adorable, and if he didn’t have patrol, katsuki would have eaten you up right then and there. “goodnight dynamight— i mean, k-katsuki, thank you for everything and h-have a safe night.” you squeak out quickly, moving to open the door again.

“not a problem, honey,” bakugou whispers with a lowered voice, pulling you in to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss goodnight. “now get your cute ass upstairs, don’ want anyone to see your leaky cunt like this. that’s fuckin’ mine.”

you do as you’re told, bidding the hero one last farewell before dashing up the steps and into your apartment. your heart and mind race a thousand miles a minute, crazed with the fact that you had just been fingered to the best fucking orgasm of your life by the number two pro hero. you have to force yourself to shower, mapping out all of the spots that bakugou had touched you and growing giddy at the small burn marks he’d left against the inner workings of your thighs.

that night, or rather, early morning— you settle into the sheets, mind still plagued with thoughts of katsuki bakugou, when your phone pings with a text.

to: yn.

from: unknown.

— never got your name sweet stuff, care to tell me who’s name i’ll be moaning tonight?

( one attachment ).

your heartbeat thunders in your ears, familiar warm pooling between your legs yet again as you open the image— knowing that there can be only one person that it’s from. a quiet moan slips past your lips as the picture loads to reveal bakugou in your very same black lace panties from earlier— the slick from your release pressed up against his barely covered cock, while he jerks himself off, precum oozing from his blistering red tip.

you exhale, typing back your name and hitting send— thanking whatever higher power that lead katsuki bakugou to steal your fucking panties.