#the-sluttiest-slut-of-all-sluts

[fideidefenswhore]

brandy purdy saw pgreg and went ‘hold my beer’.

[dark-and-kawaii]

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ — Summary: Gojo Satoru fucks you at a punishing pace deep within the public restrooms. You poor thing~ ♡

Gojo knew how to bully that sweet body of yours, knew how to make your eyes roll back as you begged for him to slow down. He had you in such a mean mating press, your legs swung over his shoulders, dangling helplessly in the air. Your body folded as he pressed his muscular frame against yours, roughly fucking his fat cock into that tight little cunny of yours, stretching you out so beautifully.

“S’too~, Satoooru~ f’wlease~...Mn’hurts~ Slo’w d-dooown!!~”

But your body was so honest, your face giving you away as you made the sluttiest moans while looking at him- your tongue lolling from the side of your mouth. You were drooling all over yourself, you poor thing…

The sorcerer smirked, his hand tangling in your hair tighter, making your scalp ache before slamming his hips forward… His other hand going for your throat as his pace grew more brutal, more savage. The way he was using you was nothing short of animalistic- fucking you as if you were nothing more than a mere glory hole, his cock reaching all the way into your womb as his heavy balls slapped against your ass.

“Y’er body has gotten quite honest, hasn’t it? Begging me to slow down while that cute pussy tries and milks me for all I am worth… I can feel ya tightening around me, you know?” He gives a light chuckle, “Y’er strangling my cock so nicely, Princess.” he gives a grunt, hips jerking up into your fluttering cunt, “and making such a mess- squirting everywhere like the little slut you are for me.”

“Ny-noooo, S-sayoruu~ m-my puss-ssy cannn-nnnt, c-cannnn~t take anym-mooorre~, pleeease!!~” you sobbed as tears fell down your rosy cheeks.

As his thick cock split you open further, churning up your insides while rearranging your guts, his winter like eyes darkened, “Ya can and ya will, because I said so. Because I know ya can handle it, baby girl~ so don't lie to me, hm? Not when your body is already screaming how much it loves this.”

Your fingernails bit into his arms, “Toooru~, mn’ ph’wease- pleaseeee~!!! M-my tummy- i-it feels like yet turning my insides sh’out-~! S’too deep~!!!”

You were shaking your head side to side, begging and pleading him with all your might but your deliciously stupid pussy was practically devouring his cock.

How adorable you looked.

Gojo knew, oh he knew well that you were getting off on being used, getting off on being put in your place, getting off on his words alone. Getting off to him filling your abused pussy repeatedly deep within this public restroom. The sound of your lewd body being clapped echoing off the stall walls, knowing full well anyone in the near vicinity could hear how you fell apart on his cock.

You loved this. Loved his cock. Loved being here for his pleasure~ Loved crying out for him as he spilled himself into you? His hot cum flooding your insides- painting your insides the prettiest of white as you made a mess everywhere with your womanly juices~

And he just adored watching his cum spill from your gapping cunt. How his very own seed made a mess between your thighs, trickling onto the public floor for some poor soul to stumble upon.

He smirked, “What a naughty girl you are, making a mess in public like this~.”

You were too fucked out, too exhausted, to do much of anything as you laid there limply. All you could do was give a tired, pitiful moan as his large hands spread your legs wider, exposing that used up pussy of yours even more.

You were going to make him hard all over again. Seeing you so fuckrf out, seeing the mess you made because of him…

Leaning in closer, whispering huskily into your ear, “I don’t think we’re finished here yet-“ he licked your ear, making you whine pathetically, his hands rubbing soothing circles into your inner thighs.

His cock was already twitching to life again, ready for round two.

Oh and what a fun, pleasurable round two it was going to be~

[sissy4you2day]

From Behind, It's All the Same: A Vacation of Secrets and Surrender

Somehow, it ended up being the best vacation you ever had.

It was inevitable, ever since she walked in on you wearing her lingerie and using her vibrator. So, you and your girlfriend broke up…but the vacation was paid in full and non-refundable. Neither of you would give it up so, of course, you both go. What could go wrong?

You'd been secretly exploring your sissy side before but, ever since the breakup, you had been going all out - shaving every inch of your body, going to the tanning salon, and growing out your hair.

Luckily, the resort allowed you to switch to a two-bedroom suite. Now you were sure you could enjoy a relaxing vacation without her disturbing you too much. But that hope was shattered the very first night when she got back from the bar, totally plastered, with not one, but two guys. Even though they were in the other room, you could hear everything through the paper thin walls.

The week marched on and she was a total whore. Each night bringing back a new guy, each seemingly louder than the last. You thought you'd be mad at her for being such a slut, but the thought of a new man coming in every night to fuck, his naked body and erect cock just a room away…was somehow extremely arousing.

One night ended up being a little different than the others, one you'd never forget.

You had stayed in to play, sneaking into her room and borrowing her sluttiest lingerie to dress up in. At some point you had fallen asleep when the front door rudely awakened you. You realized you were still in her lingerie, the sheets all on the floor, and you still lying face down into the pillow.

You lay there frozen, listening to the her latest conquest. By the sounds of it, they started fooling around just inside the entrance. He asked where the bathroom was and she told him to meet her in the bedroom after. She loudly stumbled into her own room. You could hear her kick her boots off as the each hit the wall with a thud. Then, by the sounds of the snores, she had immediately passed out. The running water stopped, and the stranger drunkenly stumbled into the wrong room - your room instead of hers.

The lights were off, the room only illuminated by the light of the television. He didn't know he was in the wrong room, but he thought you were her lying there face down on the bed in slutty lingerie. You could hear the ruffling of him quickly removing his clothes, his weight on the mattress as he got on and straddled you. His manly hands started playing with your smooth, girly ass, the only part he could reach. You simply lay there, allowing it to happen.

His scruffy face starts kissing each cheek, a finger starts caressing your asshole and you release a girly moan that only seems to encourage him as he pulls your thong to the side and begins to eat you ass. It's not long before it happens, using his spit as lube you can feel his cock pressing up against your asshole. He slips inside, slowly working his cock deeper with each movement of his hips. It's not long before he begins quickening his pace, fucking you relentlessly. You feel him tensing up as he grunts, a warmth flooding you from the inside as he cums deep inside of you.

He gets up, deciding it's time to leave now that he got what he came for. You remain there, unmoving until you hear him leave and the front door closing.

You get up and turn on the lights, moving to the mirror and staring at yourself. You had allowed yourself to be used, to be taken in a way that had left you feeling both vulnerable and empowered. You smile at yourself as his cum begins to drip down your leg. You felt a strange mix of shame and exhilaration, a cocktail of emotions that left you breathless.

As you walked back to the bed, the sheets still strewn across the floor, you felt a sense of anticipation. The vacation had become a journey of self-exploration, a chance to embrace the parts of yourself that you had kept hidden for so long. And as you lay down, the cum still warm on your skin, you knew that this was only the beginning.

[dahlibae]

idk guys this is kinda crazy. Dunno if you’re into it 😭

but, like, needy reader being such a needy top. Always needing to be in Wanda and whimpering all the time. She loves giving Mommy pleasure.

today she was sooo needy (and ovulating). All she wanted to do was breed Mommy. She got on top of her and got the strap in her and immediately began whining like she could feel it. “wanna get you pregnant. Please Mommy. Need it.”

you know nonnie… i don’t rlly deal much with top reader BUT i do see the appeal in this and in being such a little slut for pleasing mommy wanda :3

warning(s) - drabble: smut, mommy wanda, service top reader, breeding kink, strap on sex.

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wanda has always been an observant lover and had known you’ve been sensitive to her appeal lately. so she took that as… let’s lay around the house in the sluttiest little silk slips all day bc she loves seeing you watch after her as she walked through the house like a lovesick puppy.

she couldn’t wait to see you finally break.

and when you did, it was all worth it…

for a while wanda had a sneaky suspicion you had a thing for breeding - considering you were always so adamant to fuck her with a strap but also bc you liked to stay inside of her after you both came. and so, she bought you a little something special for when the time arrived - your very own breeding strap just for you to use on mommy.

…

“fuck- oh fu- mommy.” you stuttered, body trembling as wanda rocked her hips forward above you. your hands failing to grasp onto her hips as they slipped to rest on the top of her thighs. her thrusts had been teasing your clit the entire time she rode you, that delicious friction pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

but you didn’t want to cum. not yet anyways. you wanted to be on top, you wanted to be forcing your cock deep into wanda’s pussy until you both came, to fill her up and watch as it leaked out of her.

but you needed her cooperation.

“mommy? i wanna - hmph - wanna fuck you.”

“you are fucking me baby” wanda teased, pushing more emphasis onto her words by bouncing on your strap harder, her tits falling into your face.

“no i wanna be on top.” you rushed out, knees kicking out under as you manage to lay her onto her back.

bc fuck cooperation…

you heard the older woman laugh but don’t pay no notice as you guide your strap back inside her.

her laughing soon stopped.

“feels good, mama?” you asked, and she moans in response, thighs wrapping around your waist as she silently asked you to move faster.

“s’good, my baby. you’re so big.” she whispered, bringing her lips to yours, “hmph-not gonna last long.”

with that, you thrusted your hips harder into her, one hand now working tight circles on her clit, also ready to squeeze on your cock as you come inside her after.

“please, mommy, please come. wanna come inside you.” your hips slapped against the skin of her thighs, “fuck i wanna get you pregnant.”

your breathy confession was enough to throw wanda headfirst off the edge. her toes curling tightly as she dug her nails into the bare skin of your back, your lips over hers swallowed her moans, as you squeezed the base of your cock, filling the woman up, as you rock your come further into her.

“you okay, mommy?” you asked, feeling wanda begin to relax her hold on you after a while.

“i’m okay, baby.” she replied giving you one last kiss.

when she let go, you moved to sit on your heels, slowly pulling out of her as you watched your mixed come spill out of her. gently, you pulled her pink swollen lips apart, gazing at her gaping hole as it twitched, spilling more come, and that devastating build up in you once more.

looking up at your mommy, you asked, “please can i taste you, mommy? one last time. i promise.”

[holybibly]

I've been nice to you little bunnies and let you rest, but mommy's coming back on the air. And since you've been asking about Yunho a lot lately, here's a sweet treat for you.

Unholy thoughts of the day, my sugar bunnies:

You hated your company's New Year's Eve parties, and it seemed that they hated you back. The past few years had been truly memorable for you: a broken leg, an ice angel falling on you (although you're not entirely sure it was an angel because winged creatures just can't have huge dicks and big balls, but everyone in the office loved it and even rubbed it for luck, but that's not the point), and last year your boss threw up on your vintage Chanel shoes, so this year you were ready to say a definitive "no" to the company New Year's party. But as it turned out, your "no" to the party was tantamount to a "no" to your job at the company, and as a result you found yourself huddled in a dark corner of the strip club, choking on tasteless canapés and not sharing your colleagues' puppy-like glee at the fact that someone's dick, albeit a very nice, thick, sinewy dick, was dangling in front of their faces. Although, with a heavy heart, you had to say that the thick, juicy ass of one of the guys that now shamelessly twerking on stage was a real treat, hell, you could swear you saw a butt plug between those delicious cheeks.

Anyway, you didn't think much about it, preferring to concentrate on the cocktails, and damn, you should have thought twice before ordering a "Dirty Santa", because it wasn't a cocktail at all. So here you are, on all fours on the floor of a private dance room, while a gorgeous, incredibly sexy guy in the sluttiest Santa suit is pounding you from behind with his huge cock.

"You've been such a naughty girl, doll, and you know what Daddy does to naughty girls, right?" Yunho slaps your ass cheek with his big palm, leaving a bright red mark on your soft skin. "Come on baby, tell me, or is your throat still sore from sucking me off? Maybe I should let you drink some of my cum to ease the discomfort? You know it'll feel so much better with my thick, warm sperm running down your throat."

You hum something incoherent in response, too caught up in the feeling of his cock trying to squeeze into your tight little cunt. And it seems that your condition only excites him more and making him giggle in entertainment.

"Well, well, well, darling, I see that daddy has to answer for you after all, because you are already so fucked that there is only air left in your pretty head and you can only think with your pussy, but I don't blame you, no, because all this is because of daddy's cock, I can't blame you for being such a slut for me. But, doll, like I said, you were such a bad girl. Yunho purrs, pressing his hot, oily body against your back and wrapping one of his hands around your throat to smother you slightly. "So, doll, all the naughty little girls daddy always fucks raw."

[hoffmansgirl]

LITTLE BLACK DRESS ━ doctor charlie mayhew ࣪ 𓈒 ⠀ྀི ㅤׂㅤ 𓉸 𓈒

a/n. i hope this isn't too rushed and that y'all like it! ♡ requests are open ⎯ working on them slowly but surely

˖ ★̶̲ 𓈒 warnings. SMUT! minors dni | lots of dirty talk ‧ daddy kink ‧ thigh riding ‧ oral (m!receiving) ‧ face fucking ‧ slight fingering ‧ use of pet names (slut, bitch, whore, etc) ‧ unprotected piv ‧ creampie ‧ orgasm denial ‧ slapping ‧ choking (with a tie...) wc. 3644 ♡

That day, had woken up earlier than usual. Rays of sunshine reached your face, causing you to groan into the pillow. Behind you, Charlie was still sleeping, his soft breath tickling your cheek, his hard chest pressing against your back tightly.

You smiled, letting your eyes fall closed for a few more minutes ⎯ you didn't want to wake Charlie up, as you knew every minute of sleep was incredibly important to him. You pressed your cheek against his arm resting under you, sighing at the smell of him that lingered in the air.

When you tried to change your position slightly, Charlie groaned ⎯ you immediately understood why, as his hard-on pressed into your lower back.

"Mhm...", you heard him hum, the sound vibrating against your ear, sending sparks of electricity down your spine. "Good morning, doll".

His raspy, morning voice had you pressing your thighs together, arching your back into his chest; a familiar tension was already building in your stomach. "G-Good morning, handsome". Your voice came out strangled, and Charlie chuckled lowly, pressing his nose into your cheek. Your neck stretched involuntarily as he pressed a soft, teasing kiss on your pulse point.

"Someone's needy", he sang, and a second later you were already straddling him, pinning his hands above his head. Charlie's smile widened as he looked up at you, adoration filling his features as he took you in. His clothed cock pressed against your core, and you circled your hips playfully, teasingly.

"Maybe", you giggled, leaning down to press a wet kiss on his lips, intertwining your fingers together. "Can't help it. Your voice really fucking turns me on".

Charlie groaned as you swayed your hips yet again, and his head fell back against the pillow.

"Baby, as much as I'd love you to ride me right now, I have to go to work", he muttered ⎯ and he wasn't happy about it, at all. You rolled your eyes, not paying mind to his words as you sucked on the skin of his jaw, rocking your hips on top of him yet again.

"I need you so bad...", you whined, biting his earlobe softly ⎯ and by the way his head fell back and mouth opened in a soft moan, you knew he wanted it just as bad.

You gasped in surprise when he pushed you off him, playfully, yet his eyes remained serious. "I really need to go, okay? I'll make it up to you later", Charlie kissed your forehead before getting up hurriedly.

You huffed, falling back against the pillows as you heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

A few hours after Charlie left, and you were dying of boredom. You were sprawled out in your shared bed, scrolling on your phone mindlessly, exchanging texts with your friends every now and then. You had been inpatient, the buzzing need between your legs getting unbearable ⎯ you didn't even try to masturbate, since Charlie didn't let you. He always said that he's the only one that can make you feel good, and deep down you knew it was true. Suddenly, an idea popped up in your head, a mischievous smile appearing on your face as you got up from the bed.

You took a quick shower, putting vanilla body butter on ⎯ you knew it was Charlie's favourite. Instead of putting on some comfortable clothes, you grabbed the shortest, most sluttiest skirt you had in your closet, which you knew drove Charlie crazy ⎯ it barely covered your ass, which gave him easy access. You bit your lip after opening Charlie's side of the closet, grabbing a simple, black tie that would match the skirt perfectly.

You decided not to put any shirt on as you finally laid down on the bed, grabbing your phone and taking some pictures. You arched your back, covering your boobs with your arm ⎯ making sure the tie, skirt and just a little bit of your ass were all visible in the photo. With a satisfied smile, you sent the picture to your boyfriend.

you: y/n sent a photo.

you: miss u so bad daddy <33

Charlie was busy taking a patient in his office ⎯ his voice monotone, gaze emotionless as he sat in his chair.

"So, what do you think, doctor?", the older man asked him, and Charlie opened his mouth to reply, but was stopped by the buzzing sound of his phone. He felt worry blooming in his chest ⎯ you didn't text him when he was at work that often, simply because you knew he was busy most of the time. "I'm sorry, just a second", he apologised quickly, waiting for no response from the patient as he unlocked his phone.

Charlie felt heat rising to his cheeks; he gazed at the phone screen with wide eyes, lost between anger and the blood rising to his cock in an instant.

He couldn't believe you were reckless enough to send him that while he was at work ⎯ you knew exactly which buttons to push to make him lose control.

You were sprawled out in your bed, wearing a pathetic excuse for a skirt; his gaze lingered on your ass, and he took a note of the black, lacy panties you wore. He could see just a glimpse of your face ⎯ your full, pink lips curled upward in an innocent smile. His black tie was wrapped around your neck messily, resting on your cleavage. Your boobs were covered only by your arm, and God, you knew exactly what you were doing.

Charlie's mouth watered, pants becoming embarrassingly tight in a second, as he imagined fucking your boobs until he came all over your face.

"I'm sorry", he cleared his throat, blocking his phone immediately as he saw his patient growing impatient.

All he could think about was what he was going to do with you when he finally gets home.

After it got dark outside, you decided to start making dinner for you and your boyfriend. You knew he usually worked overtime, but you had a feeling that today, he'd be home earlier than usual. After taking the picture, you took his tie off and put on a cut-low top ⎯ the one you knew he liked.

You put your favourite playlist on, humming the lyrics under your breath, focusing on mixing the ingredients. You swayed your hips, dancing around the kitchen mindlessly, until you heard the front door slamming shut.

Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn't turn around, bending over the counter just enough for Charlie to be able to see your ass when he walks in.

You pretended to be really focused on typing something on your phone, before you felt his presence behind you.

"Hi, baby", you smiled while turning around, fluttering your lashes innocently, reaching out to grab the collar of his shirt. "I'm making...".

"Shut the fuck up", Charlie hissed, grabbing your chin roughly, making you pout your lips. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?".

You didn't even flinch ⎯ not when the smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, not when his white shirt clung to his chest in a way that had your mouth watering, not when his jaw clenched with anger. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and he let go of your face, only to put his hands on both sides of you, trapping you between him and the counter.

Normally, you'd melt under his hard, demanding gaze, but this time you decided to keep your act up for a little longer.

"Baby, I've just been making dinner", you muttered innocently, playing with the collar of his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Charlie towered over you, his chest heaving against yours ⎯ and you could already feel his hard cock press against your thigh.

Your eyes widened in surprise when Charlie's hand landed on your cheek, slapping you ⎯ not as hard as you knew he could, but enough to let you feel the tangling sensation between your thighs and on your face.

"I told you to shut the fuck up", he spat angrily; you couldn't help but moan as your nails dig into his sculpted chest, the sting on the side of your face turning you on more than it should ⎯ but that's just how things were with Charlie.

"You fucking like it, huh?", he chuckled darkly, slapping you again, and almost as a confirmation of his words, another shameless cry left your mouth. "You like it when I treat you like a slut you are? You fucking like seeing me lose control?".

You were almost deaf to what he was saying, running your hands over his arms, your mouth watering at the way his muscles clenched under your fingertips.

"Jus' needed you so fucking bad, daddy", you whimpered, and Charlie hooked your leg around his waist, pressing his hips flush with yours. He loved how your confidence faded immediately, how you were becoming submissive just from a simple touch.

"Charlie, please", you begged, looking up at him with wide eyes. Charlie leaned down, enough to brush his lips against yours teasingly. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily, ready for a bruising kiss ⎯ but it never came.

Instead, his giant hand wrapped around your neck, cutting your airflow off. Your eyes snapped open, and your hips rocked against his in search of friction, strangled moan leaving your throat.

"You're such a fucking whore", Charlie chuckled darkly, brushing his lips against yours, clearly enjoying how your body reacted to his touch. "You just couldn't fucking wait, could you?", he asked rhetorically, knowing you couldn't answer due to his hand still wrapped tightly around your neck.

Charlie's hand left your throat, cruel smile playing on his lips. You took a second to catch your breath ⎯ and he lifted you off the floor, walking both of you to your bedroom with ease. His fingers dig into your thighs purposely, and his eyes were a few shades darker than usual ⎯ it made you bit your lip, nothing but excitement filling your body.

When you got there, Charlie fell back on the bed, taking you with him ⎯ you straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him hurriedly. His hands were on your ass, hiking your little skirt up, squeezing your soft skin between his fingers. "This slutty little skirt... You have no idea what it does to me", he groaned in between kisses, and you moaned, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth greedily. You grounded your hips, grinding against his hard, covered cock ⎯ he hissed, tugging on your hair roughly, forcing you to arch your back.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry⎯ Just need you s'bad", you cried, fighting with the buttons of his shirt, nipping at the skin of his jaw lightly.

"I don't think sorry is enough. Show me how 'sorry' you truly are", he demanded, spanking your left ass cheek roughly. You squealed, understanding what he wanted immediately ⎯ after pushing the shirt off his shoulders, you leaned in to press wet, open-mouthed kisses all over his chest, pushing him to rest against the pillows comfortably.

"Take this off", Charlie pointed towards your top, and you obeyed, playful smirk playing on your lips as your chest was now exposed to the cold air and Charlie's hard gaze. He bit his lip, eyeing you up and down as if he couldn't get enough.

You shifted on his lap, straddling his thighs now to undo his belt. You took his pants and boxers off in one, swift movement ⎯ your eyes widened at the size of him; no matter how many times you had sex with Charlie, getting used to his size was nearly impossible.

"You're so fucking hot, daddy", you groaned, your mouth already watering, throwing his clothes on the floor mindlessly. Charlie moved to rest his head against the headboard as you slipped in between his strong thighs, caressing his skin softly. "A fucking work of art".

An idea popped in Charlie's head; with a mischievous smile he positioned you so that you could straddle his thigh ⎯ a breathless moan left your mouth when he flexed his muscles purposely, granting friction to your clothed pussy.

You leaned down to press your lips against his collarbone, sucking his soft skin in between your mouth, slightly lightheaded at the smell of his strong cologne. "Taste and smell so fucking good, daddy", unable to stop yourself, you grinded your hips back and forth experimentally, your wetness practically soaking through your panties.

"Fuck, yes, ride my fucking thigh. Make yourself feel good", he groaned, undoing his tie swiftly, much to your surprise. You wrapped your hands around his cock, unable to resist, beginning to stroke him slowly.

He let you think you had all the control for a moment ⎯ before wrapping his tie around your neck tightly, cutting your airflow yet again.

You gasped, grounding yourself against his thigh harder ⎯ Charlie was kind enough to flex his muscles under you, granting you even more friction.

"Fucking whore", he spat, tugging at the tie to press you flush against his chest ⎯ his head fell back against the headboard when you swiped your thumb against his tip, soft groan leaving his mouth. "You like it when I choke you with my tie? You like riding my thigh like a pathetic little bitch?".

He knew you wouldn't reply, due to his tie still around your neck ⎯ instead you panted wildly, nodding your head as much as you could, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. Charlie run a hand through his hair, messing it up in the process, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.

He loosened the tie just slightly ⎯ letting you breathe as your hips rutted against his thigh, breathing against his collarbone loudly, feeling as if you were going to faint.

"Are you really about to cum in your panties just from humping my thigh? Are you really that desperate?", he laughed, grabbing your hips tightly, forcing you to stop your movements ⎯ much to your dismay.

"Fuck, daddy, please, I need⎯", your voice died in your throat when you felt a harsh slap on the back of your thigh.

"Shut the fuck up. You think you're the one in control? You're gonna cum when I tell you can", he groaned, pushing you off body, and his eyes told you everything you needed to know ⎯ you positioned himself in between his legs, beginning to stroke his dick yet again.

Charlie needed more, though ⎯ he tugged on your hair roughly, forcing his cock into your mouth in one, swift movement. Both of your hands flew to his thighs for balance as you felt him hit the back of your throat.

"Yeah, just like that", Charlie cooed when you met his gaze, your eyes watery as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. "'S all you're good for, right? Taking my dick in your pretty little mouth?", you tried to nod, but it was nearly impossible when his hand was on your head, guiding your movements harshly. You swirled your tongue around his tip, humming at the taste of his pre-cum in your mouth . He let you take the lead and you bobbed your head, swallowing around him every now and then. Charlie was so thick and long, but he had trained you well ⎯ you were able to take almost all of him into your mouth, his low groans encouraging you to keep going. "Fuck, yes", Charlie met your eyes, his hips beginning to piston upward, setting the rhythm.

He watched the way spit and his pre-cum spilled from your mouth, how tears run down your cheeks and most importantly ⎯ how lust clouded your eyes, and how you moaned around his cock every time he filled your mouth fully. Your tongue pressed against the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock, and Charlie's face twisted in pleasure, his movements becoming sloppy as he fucked your mouth with no hesitation.

He tugged on your hair again, forcing you off his twitching cock in one, swift movement. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his soaked cock as he got on his knees, pressing on your back to create a perfect arch. You kept your mouth occupied, sucking his balls sloppily, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. Charlie stroked himself slowly, shameless groans leaving his mouth; his other hand reached to pull your soaked panties to the side. You whined, pulling away to catch your breath, pressing your face against his thigh when his fingers twirled around your clit.

"So fucking wet", Charlie grinned when he caught your gaze, tongue swiping against his lips at the sight. Your makeup was ruined and you looked completely cock drunk ⎯ and he barely even started.

He thrusted into his hand roughly, and you couldn't stop yourself from taking his tip into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks purposely.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you felt two of Charlie's fingers enter you slowly, teasingly, savouring the way you clenched around them. "Oh my God, please", you cried, unable to keep up your movements; instead you sticked your tongue out, letting Charlie hit his tip against it harshly. "Good girl, just like that, let me see your tongue. I'm gonna cum", he warned, jerking himself off swiftly; his fingers left your heat instantly as he tugged on your hair instead.

"Yes, please", is all you could let out, looking up at him with pleading eyes, and that seemed to be his last straw.

With a strangled grunt, he came all over your tongue, his head falling back in ecstasy. The warmness of his cum and the sting on your scalp made you moan, small smile playing on your lips when he stroked himself slowly, riding out his orgasm.

"Swallow". He didn't even have to say it, he knew you'd do it anyway ⎯ and so you did, humming at the taste, swirling your tongue against his tip to make sure you got to taste every drop of his release.

"Please, fuck me, Charlie, I need you so bad", you cried ⎯ all he did was smile playfully, pushing you down onto the bed swiftly.

His lips were on yours the second he slipped in between your legs, stroking your chest with his big hands, squeezing your breasts harshly. Charlie rolled his tongue against yours, and you digged your nails into his biceps, feeling a wave of warmth run down your spine at the feeling of his muscles clenching under your fingertips.

Charlie's cock swiped against your clit, once, twice, thrice ⎯ the two of you moaned in unison, your lips barely touching now as you breathed into each other's mouth heavily. "Whose pussy is this?", he asked, pushing his tip inside you teasingly ⎯ the stretch making you cry out in both pain and pleasure. Charlie's eyes snapped open, and so did yours, when he buried himself in you with one, swift movement. He gave you no time to adjust ⎯ instead, he set a rough, demanding pace, hitting your cervix every time he bottomed out.

"Yo-Yours, daddy, oh-oh my God", you whined when he pinned your legs against the mattress, giving you no room to protest when he thrusted into you over and over again. "That's right, you love feeling daddy's cock so deep inside you? You fucking love it when I ruin you? You can barely fucking take it", he hissed, releasing one of your legs only to slap your left breast roughly.

You wrapped your leg around his waist, the slight change of angle making you see stars ⎯ he was restless, his cross necklace swinging right above your face. The sight made you clench around him over and over again, and your eyes fell closed when the pleasure became too much.

And Charlie certainly didn't like that. For the third time that night, he slapped your cheek, more aggressively this time ⎯ at which your eyes fell open, meeting his', dark and dangerous right above you. "Keep those pretty eyes on me if you want to cum", A filthy, open-mouthed smirk appeared on his face when he watched you struggle to follow his order. He fondled your breasts, squeezing your soft flesh between his fingers almost lovingly ⎯ a sharp contrast to his rough and deep thrusts.

Your hips rose off the mattress as you grinded against him, feeling his pelvis press against your clit with every harsh withdraw of his hips. "Daddy, I'm⎯ Fuck! Please, let me cum, I need it so bad", you begged, not sure if you'd be able to hold it even if he told you to ⎯ but, luckily, Charlie was feeling generous for once.

"Soak daddy's cock, baby. Let me feel you", he cooed, and you let go immediately, the sound of his raspy and low voice combined with a particularly hard snap of his hips had you squirting around him in an instant. Charlie groaned, pressing his lips against your harshly, squeezing your leg and breast painfully hard. He wasn't able to control himself, not when he felt you gushing around him ⎯ he pressed his hips tightly against yours, ropes of his cum filling your womb as you moaned in each others mouths.

Charlie fell against you, nearly crushing you with his weight ⎯ yet you found comfort in the warmness of his body against yours, the occasional twitch of his cock inside you making you breathe heavily against his neck.

"Well, it looks like I need to send you pictures in this skirt more often", you joked after a few minutes, and Charlie lifted his head off your chest instantly.

"Don't you dare".

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[taylormarieee]

Wanna make out in the backseat of my brothers car? Sam Winchester

Summary: You and Sam planned on just making out but what happens when it leads to more...

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 932

Warnings: PiV sex, Clit rubbing, sensitivity, overstimulation, Kissing, hair pulling kink, praise kink, Sam being an absolute slut, established relationship, Car sex, Dom!Reader, Switch!Sam, Creampie

A/N: Strictly written for my wife @dollyfl1rt for you babygirl

You have been dating Sam Winchester ever since his last girlfriend died. You took it slow and let him grieve.

You two were like peas in a pod. Always together, laughing, hunting. It was always hard to go on dates considering the circumstances of a Supernatural crime happening all over the world.

Demons, shapeshifters, wendigos, and vampires. It was so much for you yet so exciting and exhilerating.

Tonight you and Sam went out for a little night drive in Deans car. You had to negotiate a plan with him.

Granted it took like two hours of begging, you made him crack. Now here you two were sitting on a hill in front of the city.

"God, it's so pretty, don't ya think Sammy?" You ask, staring and admiring the stars.

"Yea, it is. But not as pretty as you" He says with a shit eating grin on his cute features.

"You are so corny you know that." You say laughing in between sentences.

"Yea, I know." He says laughing with you as he rubs your thigh. "One of the many things I like about you." You compliment.

"He smirks and turns his head towards you shuffling his hand higher up your thigh.

"What other things do you like about me?" He asks. You turn to him and smile.

"I love your hair and how soft it is, I love your face, I love your jawline, and I love your lips and how soft they a-are."

You notice him getting closer and his hand going higher until there under your mini skirt.

His face gets closer until your noses are touching. "You wanna feel how soft they are?" He whispers to you.

He watches you squirm in your seat and you whimper. You frantically nod your head and he grabs your neck and smashes his lips on yours.

You moan in to the kiss and he stars rubbing your clit through your panties. You squirm and whimper at his warm touch on your soaking wet pussy.

"Y-You like that baby?" He whispers into your mouth. You nod and whimper out a 'yes'.

He loved watching you squirm whenever he touched you like this. All in your areas and making you all hot and flustered.

"Sam please, please I need you." You moan out, "I can't sweets, it's my brothers car, He'll kill us."

"Sam I don't really care, we won't have another time. Please Sammy.”

He stares at your glossy eyes and finally gives in. “Ok but this is the first and last time baby, we say nothing to him.”

You nod your head frantically as a silent promise and he grabs your hips dragging you over to him.

You grab his face once your settled on his lap and he reclines the seat as you place your soft lips on his.

He is the one to moan into the kiss now. You begin to grind on him in a slow motion and he groans squeezing the flesh at your hip.

You take of your shirt leaving you in your black bra. He skillfully slides his cold hands to your back and in clips your bra.

You tough on Sam’s hair and he moans. You keep tugging on his hair and he continues to moan out grasping your ass.

You start to grind faster on the rough denim of his jeans. You tug on the hem of his shirt so he could take it off.

He takes his shirt off and unbuckles his jeans and pulls the down far enough to let out his cock.

His boxers are being tugged off by you and you both are rushing so eager to touch and feel each other.

You pump his cock and Sam let’s out the sluttiest moan known to man.

You moan as you slide down on his length. He fills you up so nice.

You begin to bounce on his cock, your breast bouncing all in Sam’s face.

He begins playing with your tits and throws his head back when you roll your hips in a type of way.

“Fuck you feel so good! You fill me up so nice Sammy.” You whimper out.

“You gonna cum inside me Sammy? Please cum all inside me sam.” You whimper out.

“Shit. Holy~f-fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” He moans out. You roll your hips, grinding on him nice and fast.

You bounce on him non-stop until you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

You feel him shoot his warm seed inside of you nice and deep inside your velvety walls.

“oh f-fuck baby.” He moans out. You continue to bounce on him after his orgasm not letting up and he begins to squirm.

“baby! Ahh~ it’s t-to much!” He whimpers out. You roll your hips on him and finally stop.

He then begins to ram into your tight pussy from below you.

“Cum for me now baby! Come one you can do it sweetheart. So wet for me.”

You whine at his praise and hide your head in his neck and whine incoherent nonsense.

You chant Sam’s name like a prayer. You feel your orgasm approaching and he chuckles.

“Let go mama, let go all on my cock.” He whispers. You moan his name and cum all on his cock.

You shake at the feeling of your pleasure coursing through you.

When you finally catch your breath you look around and notice deans car windows are all fogged up.

“Remember baby, not a word about this, okay?” He asks once again.

“Yea. Yea I know.” You say smiling before kissing him once again.

Taglist: @itzdarling @dollyfl1rt

[pupyuj]

Imagine pretending to be asleep while g!p yujin fucks you, only for her to whisper "i know you're awake" in your ear 😵‍💫😩💦

ehehe OKAAYYY 🤭🤭🤭 thanks for the ask anon, i will not stop think about this until the day ends 🫡

[cw: somnophilia, size kink? oop.]

wherein you know just how much of a pervert your dear leader really is 🫣 you’ve known about her antics for a while now… waiting until you’re asleep before she cuddles you from behind in her underwear, grinding against your ass before pulling her dick out and jerking off.. decorating the back of your thighs with her cum.. sometimes she even plays with your clit.. gently circling it with her fingertips, her breathing and soft moaning in your ear bcs even just pleasuring you turns her onnn 😵‍💫😵‍💫 other times it’s a lot more extreme.. you’d wake up with your holes sore and gaping with cum all over your thighs and stomach,, you never confronted yujin about them bcs, well, you were so into it 🫣

you used to wake up in the middle of her bullshit (sometimes you sleep through them).. but now you actually wait for them! pretending to be in the deep slumber as soon as yujin comes home late from one of her solo schedules.. you even made sure you were wearing your sluttiest pajama set! all for your yujinnie 🥺💓 your core clenching as she joins you in bed, excited for what’s to come… yujin usually starts with kissing your shoulder, pressing her nose right against the back of your neck and inhaling your precious scent… then her hands get to work: groping you gently, slipping underneath your undergarments and feeling your hard nipples and your soaked panties.. ugh that would get her to stiffen up so fast! 💞 before you know it, she was pulling your panties aside, grinding her cock along your entrance, making sure her precum makes your cunt nice and wet for her to smoothly slip inside…

gosh, you’d feel her stretch you out as she inserts her sick and tense up bcs she was so thick 😵‍💫 having to do everything you can not to blow your cover and let a moan slip past your lips.. but fuck, you’d hear yujin whining behind you, your warm, tight cunt clenching and fitting around her cock just right like it always does… no matter how much yujin fucks you, you’re always so tight for her! it drives her nuts 🫠🫠

“oh, baby…” it took everything in you to not moan alongside yujin once she starts moving in and out… she was so painfully slow, making sure her entire length was inside you before pulling out nearly all the way back.. and it wasn’t until she starts to move at a faster pace that you were slowly going to lose control of yourself! 😰 having to pretend to stir as yujin wraps her arms around you waist and starts fucking into you, her sweet voice all up in your ear sounding so precious and delicate that you almost forget her cock is nearly splitting you in two..

yujinnie sneaking one of her hands in between your legs and circling your clit with her fingers.. then she says, “i know you’re awake, princess…” lord. “such a slut… you’d just let me take advantage of you like this?” you wanted to tell her that no! you weren’t a slut! ☹️ you just wanted to help your yujin-unnie bcs you know how stressful it is for her… if this was a way for her to destress then who were you to deny her of that?? 🥺 alas, you couldn’t tell her shit bcs she’d pull out and practically demands you to get on top of her and ride her which of course.. you wouldn’t be able to resist 🤭🤭

ugh.. yujin’s perverted ass enjoying the show you’re putting on wayyyy too much 🫣 watching as her cock disappears inside you, literally drooling at how it was almost too big to fit inside your tight little cunt, you were just such a treasure 🥰 at least your voice was finally free! moaning yujin’s name, whining, whimpering as you bounced up and down your leader’s cock at such a steady pace as if this wasn’t the first time you were riding her.. yujinnie’s hands on your waist helping you go up and down, controlling some part of your pace and thrusting into you herself if she feels like her tip isn’t hitting you deep enough… and she rips up your top and tosses it aside just to see your pretty tits bounce for her..

her praises being music to your ears 🥰 only encouraging you to be better.. “fuck, (y/n).. always so good for unnie even for this…” 😵‍💫 that’s it, you were going to completely let yourself go! leaning down and kissing yujin, hugging her as you rode her as fast as you could.. bringing the two of you to climax at the same time… feeling her hot cum seep inside your walls as you fell asleep on her chest.. she’d definitely keep her cock inside your pussy even after she was finishing cumming! just in case you’re up for another around next morning.. 🤭

[hotvampireadjacent]

Twas the night 🌑 🌙 before 😂 DICKmas 🍆❄ 🌌🌠🎄and all 💯 through the house 🏠 🏠, BIG 😱 ERECTIONS ⬆ 🍆 WERE STIRRING 💯👌👀, AS BIG 😱😩 AS A MOUSE 🐭. 😮🙌🌭🌽Their SCHLONGS were hung 🍆🍑 ⬇️ from their groins 🍆 with good 👌 care 💅, 🏒 In hopes 🙏🙌 🙏🏼 MAGIC ✨🧙‍♂️ PUSSIES 🐱 😻🌈😜 soon 🔜 would be there. 😮😮 The SLUTS 👅💦 were all 💯 nestled, snug ⬆ in their beds 🛌 😴🛌 while dreams🤔💭 of RED 🔴 ❤️🔴DILDOS danced👯💃in their heads😊😴👅 And daddy 👨💍😍 in his 💦 G-STRING😉🌚, and I 👥 in the SACK🛏🎊😄 had just settled 👍 down 🔻 for a LONG😉📏📕📙 winter’s THWACK‼️🔞🗯😝

Only a few ⏰ more hours 🕐 🕰 til ⬆ Santa 🎅 🎅🏾CUMS!!! 👊🏻💦🎊 Make 💘 sure 💯 your 👉🍆💦 cookie 🍪😳 🍪 is yummy 😋🤤 ✔️enough for him 👴 🎅🏿 to eat 👅🍑! 👅👅 Send 📨📬 this to 1️⃣2️⃣ of your 👉🏿 SLUTTIEST 👄 😈 DICKMAS 🍆❄ 🌽COCKSUCKERS 🌽 to get 🉐 BUTTFUCKED 😵😵😵 by Santa’s XXXtra 🎅🏾 long 🕚 💈 North 👆 Pole 💈! 💈Have a MERRY 🎊 DICKMAS 😜👃🏻💦 and a SLUTTY 🍆💦 😜 NEW 🆕 YEAR 📆📅 😘😘😘

[worstscholar]

rate shanks, mihawk, doffy, sanji, zoro, and law on whos the sluttiest

theyre all sluts

shanks and law are desperate sluts

⋆｡° ໑ they want everything to do with you, touch them, praise them, torture them, fuck them

doffy and Sanji are pathetic sluts

⋆｡° ໑ doffy is more of a pathetic creep, he'd break into your house and steal your things, or cum on your underwear before putting them back

⋆｡° ໑ sanji is a pathetic crybaby he loves you so much its overwhelming, and he cant help but cry

zoro and mihawk are world class sluts

⋆｡° ໑ where mihawk has decorum, zoro is plain embarrassed to admit the filthy thoughts he has about you. if he gets exposed for it, he'll deny, deny, deny, until he's out of breath. the only time you can get him to admit the nasty things he wants you to do to him, or he wants to do to you, if he's already dumb and crying on your cock.

⋆｡° ໑ mihawk will talk about it, but he'd rather talk about what he wants you to do, or what he wants to do to you in private. He does most things in private, but its an honest to god show. as soon as your cock is inside him, a switch flips, and he's the most depraved slut you've ever seen

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[hynzsn]

💭 PICK YOUR HOLE ★ 18+ MDNI

☆ ricky + jiwoong + matthew x male reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut, headcanons

-> twerkin’ 9 to 5 - matthew’s solo fic

-> treat me like a slut (coming soon) - jiwoong’s solo fic

-> BRAT (coming soon) - ricky’s solo fic

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

💭 thinking about them as your submissive boyfriends, lined up, their pants down and all three of their asses facing you, their needy holes winking at you as they wait for you to pound them with your big cock, the cock they’ll gladly fight over if you ask them to.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

☆ jiwoong the slut. he’s in the middle because he’s got the fattest ass and he’s definitely the sluttiest of them all. his hole already gaping from having his butt plug in there all day to fill the void of not having your cock fill him up today. he’s spreading his milky cheeks and showing you how ready his sloppy, gaping hole is for you. he’s the perfect fuck toy for your cock, he loves to lose all control and bounce on your cock, his cheeks squelching and clapping until you fill him up to the brim, his stomach bloating slightly at the sheer amount of cum inside of him. leaving him completely drained and used after you pull out and leave your cum oozing out of his wrecked hole.

☆ matthew your baby. being playful and wiggling his ass invitingly. it’s a sight that makes your mouth water and your cock twitch with need. he’s been learning how to twerk just to see your face when he shows you his new dance moves. he wants you to bury your face in his ass so he can twerk on your face. he’s a secretive slut that likes to tease and mask his need behind playful actions. he’s already fingered himself three times today at the thought of you. he just needs a little bit of you to be happy, let him give you a lap dance, let him wrap his arms around your neck and kiss you passionately as he bounces on your cock, or even better, let him ride your face as he jerks himself off and cums everywhere.

☆ ricky egotistical brat. impatient and looking at you over his shoulder with an expression that’s undoubtedly both a glare and a pout. ricky’s ass being the perkiest and tightest of the three. mr, “young, rich and handsome,” who wants you to loosen him up, pull his hair and fuck the mario coins out of him. come on, he’s been waiting all day. in his mind, someone as perfect as him shouldn’t even have to wait but for you he’ll do it. because if it’s not your cock inside of him, he doesn’t want it. if it’s not your hands on him, jerking him off, slapping his cheeks, fingering his tight hole, playing with his perky pink nipples, then he doesn’t want it. you’re the only person who’s good enough for him.

[bonbonly]

physio trainee who listens to max now and is lowkey cock drunk for him so when he doesn’t show up for two weeks or so for some reason the moment he books an appointment you’re excited. you wear the sluttiest outfit that you can without being reprimanded and bend over for him without him needing to say anything

bon's thoughts (18+)

two weeks. it had been two weeks since you last saw max, and the semester was just about to end. you really needed him to write that rec letter. he was your best patient after all! and then you get the notification through the portal that he's signed up for one final appointment, and you knew you had to go ALL out.

alone in the room, you knew that the outfit you chose to wear today was inappropriate for your job, but you really had to impress max. you did notice in previous appointments how his eyes always drifted to your tits when you wore a right shirt, so you remembered to wear one that had a plunging neckline, revealing at its best but not enough to see too much. and you were wearing very tight pants that hugged your thighs. max would love it, you needed him to love it!

and when he shows up to your room, and sees you patiently waiting for him on your knees, he's laughing at how good of a slut you were for him which didn't register in your brain because how was this supposed to make you a slut? you were just doing what he asked, just better! he's locking the door and walking over to you, before jerking his head to the bed.

"need my aching cock in your tight cunt," he groans, tugging at the neckline of your shirt so he can see your tits. you weren't wearing a bra, he was ecstatic. he takes his time taking your pants off, kissing your thighs and praising you the entire time. you've been so good for him, he says, so good that he just has to reward you for taking care of his cock for the whole semester.

"y-you'll write that rec letter right?" you ask between moans as he's thrusting into you. he nods his head, pulling you into a bruising kiss to swallow your sweet noises. the only sound in the room is his cock entering your cunt that's squealing for more,

"i'll give you the best letter ever, schatje, you've done such a good job! such a good girl for me," he's praising into your ear, splattering open-mouthed kisses on your tits. you're beaming at his words, spreading your legs wider. you knew you could rely on your favorite patient! your mind only ever knows his cock, nothing else. he's having you bend over the table, up against the wall, on the floor, on the chair. he's having you cum around him 5 times, because that's how many stars he was going to give you on the health portal! 5/5 stars, for the lovely trainee who was so perfect for him.

when the semester ends, you find yourself being promoted to an actual physiotherapist and you're so thankful for max! so much so, that he has you show how thankful you are by sucking him off in his dorm, in front of his friends who finally understand why max kept going to the health clinic so much.

[artinvain]

crazy degradation with abby + slight after care x

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

“oh god honey, look at that,” abby moans as you sit between her legs. she’s looking looking at you in the full length mirror — your legs hanging off either side of hers, spreading you wide open. “look at how fucking wet this stupid little cunt is,” she cooes, kissing your cheek and god the vision —“my angel’s got the sluttiest pussy, so fucking soft for me,” — abby’s fingers playing with your pussy, wetness glistening on them as she rubbed your clit.

“god you’re such a slut you know that?” she whispers into your ear, biting your lobe and marking your jaw, your back arching as she dips two thick fingers into you, thrusting shallowly as you whine and buck your hips, “nuh-uh, stop fucking moving and take it, always begging me to fuck you, so take it,” abby slaps your clit and you cry out slurring moans and blasphemy — “aw, fuck you’re so fucking drunk on it huh, this pussy’s s’pathetic and desperate for me, love my fingers don’t ya baby?” “yes, yes abby,” you grunt as you sink down deep on her fingers, the delicious feeling of her scissoring you open. “look at this leaky cunt, shit, just look at thag master piece” she watches her fingers sticky with slick sliding in and out, stretching your hole “mh— wanna eat you so bad,” abby groans, her fingers drilling in and out of you, thumb rubbing on your clit.

“that’s it, atta girl, grind on my fingers, grind on my fingers like the desperate, needy whore you are,” you moan loudly, hand going to grip her hair, mouth meeting hers messily. She tightens an arm around your waist and rubs your clit until you’re trying to close your legs, but abby’s so strong, her thighs kept your legs spread and so did her words — “stop fucking moving or you won’t cum for a week, sit here and take it you dumb little slut,”

so you do. “that’s it, just sit here and be stupid” Abby whispers, her fingers going faster and you hold on to her arm “so pretty and dumb and needy,” abby continues to whisper profane words into your ear as she feels you tightening on her fingers. “Mh my little fuck doll, my perfect desperate whore. you gonna cum?” she whines, hips bucking into you as you nod and gasp for air, your body overheated and charged with pleasure. the feeling of abby’s thick fingers hitting your gspot so perfectly, “yes, take my fingers in this pretty, sloppy, needy fucking cunt, and cum for me,”

you don’t hear how loudly you cry out or see the joy in abby’s eyes as your pussy spurts pleasure all over her hand and pants. all you can hear is her cooeing in your ear, bringing you back down to earth. “good baby, that’s good. you did amazing sweetheart,” abby gently removes her fingers, rubbing your clit softly as you shiver and twitch. “oh baby you’re so amazing, so perfect for me,” she kisses down your neck and rubs her hands softly all over your trembling body, “thank you, thank you honey,” she whispers.

[apclyptc]

DUMB— chris sturniolo x reader

synopsis: reader is smart and top of her class in college. chris however, is not too interested in her intelligence.

warnings: full on smut, swearing and also drinking/smoking, use of the pet name baby, use of the word slut, dumbification, oral (f! receiving), unprotected sex

“hit her from the back she can’t do nothing but yell,

and she smart as fuck i got this bitch straight out of yale”

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

Ever since you were younger, you seemed to have a gift for memorising and holding information. Because of this, people assumed you studied constantly.

Obviously, you did study. But it wasn’t like you didn’t have a social life. You enjoyed college parties like any other person would.

So when a guy in your class invited you to his frat house for a party, of course you didn’t refuse.

The only thing was, this guy just happened to be Chris.

He was in your social studies class, usually sat at the very back with a couple of his friends in the lecture. You knew of each other, having shared mutual friends from other classes. You’d never really spoken to him one-to-one, mainly because he was always socialising with pretty much everyone, and while you weren’t shy, you also weren’t a huge fan of jumping into conversations with people who all knew each other prior.

It also didn’t help that Chris was the most attractive man you had seen in college, or maybe in your life.

You were good at hiding it, but he made you nervous. Of course, when he invited you to his fraternity house, you faked an air of confidence so you didn’t weird him out.

“Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” Chris began, and when you affirmed with a nod he continued, “I’m throwing a party tonight, you should come.” He threw a smile in your direction, and you pushed down the immediate feeling of giddiness before answering.

“Yeah sure, sounds good. When does it start?” You asked nonchalantly as you could.

“Around 10. You can come whenever, it will be on way into the morning anyway.”

“Great. Am I good to bring a couple friends?” You replied, not wanting to walk into a party alone.

“Yeah that’s fine with me. Ask your friend Lola, my buddy Nate has a thing for her. Just don’t tell him I told you that.” He smirked at you.

That smirk. You wished you could see that smirk while he was hovering over you as he sla—

“Lola, yeah! I’ll bring her along with me.” You snapped out of your less than decent reverie and gave Chris a response.

“Perfect. I’ll see you there, Y/N.” He gave a quick glance up and down your body before turning and walking away from you.

It was then you realised, you had absolutely nothing to wear. Plus, since Chris just personally asked you, you decided you may as well dress as hot as possible.

Y/N: hey lola, frat party tonight?

Lola: do u even have to ask??? usually it’s me dragging u to these things

Y/N: true lmao. i’m gonna need to borrow something from ur closet

Lola: ooooh why, do u need smth slutty?

Y/N: maybe

maybe i was personally invited by the party thrower

Lola: who

Y/N: chris 😇

Lola: GIRL-

ok ok i’ll give u the sluttiest thing i can find

come over later and we can pick something out for u

A couple of hours later once you were finished at college, you headed to your best friend Lola’s dorm.

You two had spent what seemed like hours choosing each other’s outfits.

“By the way, a little birdie told me that Nate has a thing for you.” You eyed Lola up, knowing she had a soft spot for him.

“Oh, really? That’s interesting. Totally unrelated but would you still happen to have that box of condoms I gave you for secret santa last year?” Lola gave you a suggestive look, raising her eyebrows.

“Of course. Already put two in my bag.” You both laughed.

You arrived at the party at 11:27, mainly because no one turns up to a party on time, but also because Lola took a ridiculous amount of time to get ready.

You met up with a couple of girls from the dorms opposite Lola, seeing as they were also invited.

As soon as you arrived, you were immediately shown to the kitchen where an array of bottles were displayed.

Vodka, whiskey, rum, tequila and practically any spirit you could think of, were decorated around the kitchen.

You grabbed two cups, one for you and Lola, and filled it with vodka and soda.

“Hey, I think I see Nate and Chris over there.” Lola points behind you through to the games room, where lo and behold, Nate and Chris were playing what looked like an intense game of beer pong.

The two of you walked over to them, Nate noticing you first.

“Hey! Come help me win the game, Lola.” He gestured for her to play with him.

Chris had then turned around to see you, that smirk appearing yet again.

“You gonna help me?”

You took a quick swig of the contents in your cup before joining Chris at the table.

“Atta girl. Nice of you to bring Lola for my bro.” He spoke in a low voice so that only you could hear.

“Chris, stop flirting and throw the damn ball.” Nate teased, and you felt your cheeks grow red.

Chris threw the ball into the cup closest to him, the object landing into the beer and making a splash.

“Drink up, fool.” he glanced at you to make sure you were watching.

After a while, you had enough to drink to give you a confidence boost, and were now invested in the game of beer pong.

It was down to one cup each, and you had to make the final shot.

“Come on, Y/N,” Chris spoke from behind you, “you got it.”

It was too hard to concentrate with his voice so close to your ear, and his body so close to yours. You threw the ball, but it narrowly missed the cup.

“Yes! Chris you’re a loser!” Nate laughed at his best friend across from the table, throwing his arm around Lola who had locked eyes with you as he did this.

‘Don’t forget the condom’, you mouthed to her playfully, and she winked, pointing to her pocket.

Nate and Lola had then disappeared together, leaving you alone with Chris.

“Sorry I missed the cup.” You joked.

“Apology accepted. You wanna smoke with me?” He pulled out a perfectly rolled joint from his pocket.

You weren’t a huge smoker, only joining with Lola occasionally when you felt like unwinding.

Nevertheless you agreed, deciding you may as well since you were at a party.

Chris lead you upstairs into his room. Your eyes immediately glanced around the room, taking in its appearance.

Chris sat on the edge of his bed, and you followed.

“Could you get my lighter, it’s in the top drawer over there.” He pointed to the bedside table at the wall, and you grabbed the device, passing it to him which he thanked you for.

“Lola and Nate seem to hit it off.” You spoke.

Chris held the joint between his lips, lighting it before replying, “he’s down bad for her. Has been for a while.”

You giggled to yourself, knowing Lola felt the same about him. It was a good feeling for you, because you knew Nate was a nice guy.

“They’re a good match. Nate’s a good guy for her." You responded, watching Chris take the first hit of weed and exhaling the thick smoke.

“Yeah? Is that what you’re into? Nice guys?” He asked you, taking another hit before passing it to you.

You took the joint from his hand and inhaled.

“I guess. I think I prefer someone more… unpredictable.” You had Chris in mind as you answered. You had yet to figure out why he invited you here himself, since you didn’t know each other that well.

“In what way?”

“I don’t know, someone I can’t figure out. I like to be kept on my feet, someone like Nate is easy to understand because he’s straightforward. Which is great for Lola, she deserves someone who is like that.” You thought about all the past few guys Lola had a thing with. They weren’t that nice.

You passed the joint back to Chris who had his eyes trained on you as you spoke.

“So you like the tension, not knowing when or if someone wants you.” He tried to understand.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice when it’s easy. But..” You trailed off.

“It’s more fun not to know.” Chris finished your trail of thought as if he knew the feeling.

“Exactly.”

A comfortable silence sat between you, passing the joint back and forth until it was gone.

“I have a question.” You asked, breaking the silence.

Chris tapped the joint out on his bedside table, and brought his attention back to you, “Go ahead.”

“Why did you invite me here? I mean, it’s not that I didn’t want to come, it’s just that we haven’t really talked much.” You asked, needing to know.

Chris chuckled.

“I thought it was more fun not to know?” He smirked, using your own logic against you.

“Come on! Tell me.” You persisted.

Chris leaned in closer to you, and you could swear your heart was beating out of your chest.

“I always see you in class,” He began to explain, continuing to close the gap between you, “sitting close to the front, answering all the questions. You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

The tension was palpable, and you felt yourself grow wetter as his low voice penetrated your ears.

“I want an answer.” He demanded.

“I- I guess so.” Your voice wavered, all of a sudden finding it hard to speak.

“I’ve always wanted to see how long it takes until I can make you speechless.”

And it surely didn’t take long, because in moments his lips were on yours.

It was as if every guy you had dated never existed, the feeling of Chris kissing you overrode any experience you had thus far.

His left hand rested on the back of your neck while his other hand took the opportunity to roam around your body, from your thighs to your chest, until it landed on your waist.

Your hands swiftly made their way to his arm and hair, while deepening the kiss he had started.

In a quick movement he lifted you onto his lap, letting both his hands find purchase on your waist.

With your arms wrapped around his neck, you slowly moved your hips rhythmically, earning a soft grunt from him.

Pulling away, he spoke, “You want to do this?”

You nodded, before asking the same of him.

“Do you?”

That same smirk that sent you reeling reappeared again.

“Does this answer your question?” He grinded his hips upwards into you, allowing you to feel his growing hard-on.

A whine escaped from your lips.

“No more talking.”

You reconnected your lips to his, the energy of the room turning into heated passion.

Chris’ hands slowly dragged down to your ass, kneading them with roughness.

You whined again, unable to stop any sounds from leaving your mouth.

The sound of the ongoing party downstairs could be faintly heard from inside the room, but you paid it no mind. You couldn’t, not while Chris had all his attention on you.

He briefly paused to take off the top you were wearing, and then resumed with his skilled tongue, sliding against yours. He took you off his lap, not separating from you for a moment as he laid you down on your back.

“Such a smart girl in class,” he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it behind him, “Does anyone know that you’re really just a little slut?” He kissed your neck, then your jaw.

“I need an answer.” Chris demanded again, and you rubbed your thighs together in want.

“No.” You breathed.

“No, what?” His hand glided up your thigh, separating them.

“I’m not a slut.” You managed to find words.

“So if I reach in between your legs, right now, you won’t be dripping for me?”

You knew you were.

A hand snaked through your skirt, pulling aside your underwear, and he slowly dragged a finger down your pussy.

“I’ve barely touched you. Do you want me to? Want me to touch you right here?” His finger, coated in your slickness, inched its way inside, just enough for you to feel it, but not enough to satisfy you.

You bucked your hips up, trying to feel something, anything.

But Chris pulled his hand away, causing you to whine in frustration.

Luckily for you, he wanted to feel you so badly, he couldn’t tease you for long. He grabbed the hem of your skirt, pulling it down your legs and threw it in the same direction as his shirt.

“I want to hear you. You love opening that mouth when we’re in class.” And with that, he pulled your underwear aside and attached his mouth straight to your throbbing clit.

All you could do was moan and writhe in his bed as he delved into your wet cunt, licking up all the arousal like a starved man.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging on it desperately. The vibrations from the groan that left his mouth sent waves of pleasure tearing through your body.

Chris’ hands dug into the flesh of your thighs as they instinctively tried to close around his head.

“Fuck, right there!” You moaned loudly as his tongue dove inside your hole.

One of his hands left your thigh and drew circles on your clit, causing you to arch your back at the white-hot pleasure you felt from his ministrations.

Chris could feel his dick pulsate through his pants at the sounds you were making. He needed to feel you.

“You want me to fuck you, huh? Fill you up good?” He asked, and you knew by now he wanted an answer.

“Please, please, please.” Were the only words you could muster, too high on the feeling Chris had given you with his mouth.

He wasted no time on giving you what you were begging for, quickly discarding his pants and boxers, along with your bra and soaked panties.

Lining himself up with your entrance, he slid his dick over the slick of your pussy and pushed the tip in.

Your eyes had shut in anticipation, but when he made no attempt to move you opened your eyes to look at him.

He had waited until you made eye contact with him before pushing his entire dick inside you.

You both moaned at the full feeling, your walls contracting around him.

After a few seconds, Chris began to move.

Thrusting in and out at a slow pace as if to torture you, he shuddered, revelling in the feeling of your tight cunt.

“Fuck, feels so good baby.” You whined at the pet name, bringing his face down so you could kiss him again.

He started picking up the pace after this, your tongues smashing together in absolute need.

“Faster, faster.” You babbled, drunk off the sensation of his cock piston in and out of you.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you dumb?” He grunted, loving how you could barely string full sentences together.

“Yes, yes, please. Need you deeper.”

The dirty words spilling from your mouth caused him to moan, and he flipped you onto all fours.

“Wanna see that pretty little ass bounce while I fuck you.” He muttered as he entered you yet again.

His pace was relentless, his balls slapping against you from the way he was pounding deep inside you.

You were just making sounds as you tried to say “Harder, faster, more,” but the words couldn’t form properly.

“The slut wants more? Can’t even speak but you’re begging for more?” He taunted you from behind.

You felt a sharp slap on your ass, followed by a soothing rub directly after. You practically yelled as Chris’ hand came down, your cunt convulsing.

“Knew you’d like that,” he slapped your cheek again, “Can feel you squeezing around me.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach unraveling, and you knew you wouldn’t last longer.

“Chris, gonna cum.” You managed to speak between moans.

“Come on baby, need you to cum while I’m inside you.” He groaned, trying to hold his own release off.

His words guided you right to your orgasm, shaking and crying while you came.

“Fuck, you want my cum inside you? Want me to stuff you full?” His pace was losing rhythm, chasing his orgasm while simultaneously overstimulating you.

“Mm, cum inside me. Want to feel it.” You cried, thrusting into him so you could feel more of him.

“So good, feels so good. Oh, I’m gonna cum inside of you,” Chris rambled, “Gonna fill you up with it.”

His moans were uncontrollable, spilling out of him as he relished in the warm feeling of your pussy.

“Cumming.” He grunted, as ropes of his cum spurted out, coating your insides until there was nothing left.

You both took the time to catch your breath, as Chris pulled out of you with a shaky sigh.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You turned onto your back once more, trying to comprehend the mind blowing sex you just had while dozens of people were partying downstairs.

Chris came back with a towel, cleaning the both of you up and passing you your underwear back.

“Hey.” You finally spoke, tired from all the stamina you had just burned.

“Hey.” He replied back to you.

“That was… amazing.” You sighed.

“Yeah, it was fun.”

You weren’t sure if he wanted you to leave now, or if you were supposed to stay, so you opted to do nothing.

“Let me take you on a date.” He announced, and you laughed.

“Don’t you think we’ve done this all a little backwards?”

Chris smiled and brought your head to his shoulder.

“I guess I’m just unpredictable.”

You then remembered you didn’t even use the condom you brought with you. You’d have to make your first date with Chris a trip to the pharmacy.

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a/n haha…. always wear a condom, kids!

hope you enjoyed my first oneshot.

send me any requests you want me to write! i think i’m gonna do an nsfw alphabet next, for chris and matt too

[brun-brunette]

i totally get james potter.

if i was him i would, too, be the sluttiest slut of them all

[libingan]

—gym buddies.

i saw this insta reel of two ppl playfully flirting w each other at the gym lol this fic is HEAVILY inspired by that

i saw it and was like “holy shit that’s literally gaz” so i opened my google docs and wrote this shit down

the gym was quiet that morning, save for the low thrum of pop music and the occasional clang of weights being racked. you were just finishing up a set, wiping sweat from your brow when a familiar voice broke through the air.

“alright, serious question,” kyle said, sauntering over with that trademark grin of his, hoodie pulled low but not enough to hide the mischievous glint in his eyes.

you gave him a skeptical look, already bracing for the ridiculousness about to leave his mouth. “what is it now?”

he leaned casually against the equipment, crossing his arms. “what’s the sluttiest thing a man can wear in the gym?”

you didn’t even have to think about it. “easy. grey sweatpants.” you gestured toward his own, letting your finger linger pointedly. his jaw dropped, hand going to his chest like you’d just mortally wounded him.

“no way,” he said, looking down at his pants like they’d betrayed him. “grey sweatpants? you’re telling me i walked in here looking like someone’s gym boyfriend?”

you shrugged, your smirk only widening. “yep. and it gets worse. those black compression shirts? the really tight ones? they’re just as bad.”

his expression froze, eyes widening in fake horror. “oh, no. oh, shit.” with a dramatic flourish, he grabbed the hem of his hoodie and whipped it off, revealing—of course—a black compression shirt that clung to him like a second skin. “you’re saying i’ve been out here slutting it up all this time?”

you doubled over laughing, clutching at your stomach. “kyle, you’re basically naked. someone should report you.”

“damn,” he muttered, tossing his hoodie onto the bench. “guess i better own it, then.”

you shook your head, still grinning. “well, guess i have to join in.” you peeled off your own shirt, revealing your gym bra underneath. his reaction was immediate—his hands flew to his face, and he staggered back a step like you’d just struck him.

“oh, my god,” he muttered through his fingers, peeking at you like he couldn’t help himself. “this is too much. i need backup. my eyes can’t handle this. they’re fighting for their lives right now.”

you rolled your eyes, heading toward the pull-up bar. “shut up and spot me, you idiot.”

he followed, still grinning. “not my fault you’re out here distracting the hell out of me.”

you jumped up and grabbed the bar, pulling yourself up with a grunt. he stood close, hands hovering just in case. “i swear i’m being professional,” he said, the grin in his voice impossible to miss. “but you’re making it really, really hard.”

“oh, yeah?” you managed to get out between reps.

“yeah,” he said, stepping back to get a better angle. “like, why are they right there? i’m trying to be a gentleman, but you’re not making it easy.”

“kyle,” you panted, dropping down and shaking out your arms. “you’re the worst spotter in history.”

“wrong. i’m the best,” he countered immediately, offering you a bottle of grip chalk. “i’m just efficient. spotting and complimenting all at once. a real multitasker.”

you snatched the bottle from him, rubbing it onto your palms. “if i out-rep you, you’re buying me coffee.”

he raised an eyebrow, smirking. “fine. but if i win, you’re buying me lunch. and dessert.”

“deal.” you jumped back onto the bar, managing a few more pull-ups before your grip gave out again. dropping back down, you shot him a triumphant look. “beat that, hotshot.”

he shrugged, crossing his arms. “how about we settle it with some cardio instead?”

you narrowed your eyes. “what kind of cardio?”

he stepped closer, leaning in just enough to make your breath hitch. “the kind that’s better done at my place.”

…

the two of you were side by side on treadmills in his apartment gym, sneakers pounding against the belts as you shot him an unimpressed look.

“this,” you said, panting slightly, “is not the kind of cardio i had in mind, kyle.”

he burst out laughing, speeding up his treadmill just to mess with you. “what? running builds endurance. gotta be ready for… extracurricular activities.”

you groaned, shaking your head but unable to stop yourself from smiling. “keep talking, and you’ll have to prove it.”

“oh, i will,” he shot back, that cheeky grin firmly in place. “but first, let’s see who lasts longer on these treadmills. loser buys dinner.”

you huffed, already planning to outlast him. or maybe let him win. after all, he did promise dessert.