#to a girl touching his dick unexpectedly.

[unopenablebox]

one of many difficulties with my endless amateurish attempts to write pastiches of various british works of fiction set between 1890 and 1955 is that i am constantly coming up on terms i know should exist and absolutely can't call to mind at all, & can't figure out how to move forward besides rereading a random selection of british novels in hopes of finding something

[hoshigray]

hellooo! i had an idea i wanted to add onto the sukuna smut you had where he was rebellious student and she was the student body. i was thinking about the reader taking charge of sukuna even after he talked about how she would be under him.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omfg FINALLY i have time to do this req!! second part to this request.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; Sukuna and you are college seniors - degradation (bitch, slut, whore) - impact play (spanking) - prone bone + cowgirl positions - breast play + nipple play - cervix fucking- dick piercing (frenulum) - unprotected sex (psa: don't be silly; wrap the willy) - creampies - overstimulation - clitoral play (friction/grinding) - pet names (brat, good girl, pet, princess, woman) - implied blackmail - Sukuna being a sadist fuck, per usual - mention of drool/spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

“—Khhh! Ahaaa, fuuck, ‘Ryoo, slow do—Ahhnn!!”

“Nnnmm…Heh, dumb pet; think you have any right to tell me what to do…”

Being the president of the student body entails many responsibilities. It’s a highly respectable title expected to be exhibited by the poisest of souls—a soul that you behold and have been recognized with for the past four years of your college life. 

Senior year, a time that was supposed to be a smooth sail, unexpectedly brought its own set of challenges. Despite meticulously planning your major and minor courses, the final year turned out to be a juggling act, with five classes and the added responsibilities of extracurriculars and student government. But at the very least, it’s nothing you- student president- can’t handle.

What is one thing you can’t handle, however, is the man who has you all naked and sweating on his red satin sheets.

Sukuna has you face down to the mattress, a hand on your head to keep your cheek smooshed to the silky sheet, while the other pins you down by the waist. From behind, he ruts into your bare ass with a rough pace, jackhammering his cock into your wet cunt that’s already stuffed with his come from the rounds prior. 

Being in a situation like this is not what you envisioned would happen in your last year of college — let alone with the likes of him. You’d rather wring your own neck than be within arm’s length of Ryōmen Sukuna’s perimeter. The named senior has been on your shit list for the past three years, fucking delinquent, only doing what he wants for his pleasure, rules be damned. 

The exact aspect goes along with you, too; the only reason why you’re allowing this bastard to touch you like this is because of the material he has to bring your reputation down—all these years of hard work threatened to crumble down because of some inappropriate pictures and videos of you. To him, he could care less about releasing them and seeing your life diminish before his very eyes. As for you, you couldn’t let that happen, unable to sleep at night knowing the man you hate with your very being has shit on you for his petty enjoyment. 

So here you are, in the sole bedroom of his apartment, stripped of your clothes, your titles, and your dignity. All bare and nude for this vile man to see and use you as he sees fit in the most raunchy ways. I hate this so much...

“Hey, whore. Quit squirmin’ around like that, and let me finish you off.”

Sukuna slaps your ass for the tenth time that night, the skin of your butt hot and stinging with pain from the impacts and pinches of his nails. The sore feeling spreads with the crash of his pelvis slamming on your rear and his girthy dick churning the velvety texture of your insides. Each pound rocks you to submission, drool exiting your lips to the sheets and sticks to your chin. You’re sure you look like an idiot, all tousled because of his rough demeanor. Too angry with yourself that you fight the tears. I hate this so fucking much…

“—Ohhh!!” You wail out, eyes rolling up to your skull from the brush of your cervix. “Nnoohh!! F-Fuuuck! Ahaahnn...!”

The man above you snickers wickedly. “Keheh, look at you, crying like a real bitch in heat.” Another slap to your asscheek has you scream some more; your vocals are dragged out by his fingernails, piercing your inflamed skin. “Shit, can never get enough of this tight pussy. Never expected someone like you to be so good at wringing cock, prez.”

“Mmmph…! Go f–fuck yer’self, Ryōmen…” Even if he has your head pinned, your persistence furls you to throw a glare his way. 

But it only humors the tattooed senior above you. “And bore myself when there’s a perfect piece of ass that can take me?” He slams his pelvis harshly and jabs to your cervix by the tip prompts tears to strike down. “Though you were smarter than that, woman.”

You grit your teeth when Sukuna increases the speed of his thrusts; the piercing of his frenulum rubs on your inner walls without fail. Toes curl from another hard smack to your butt, nearly biting the skin of your bottom lip from yet another twinge of pain. 

“Taaah, ughhh, ohmyGoood…!” You can sense your cunt begin to throb–your orgasm is about to hit. “Su’kunaa, please slow downnn, I’m so–I’m gonna…Mmfffaaa!!”

Shocks tingle up your spine with the climb of your climax crashing down, your vagina contracting around the girthy length burrowing deep inside you. Howls are expressed with a euphoric tone despite the soreness of your poor, aching body. And Sukuna groans at the feeling of you clamping onto him, using slow movements of his hips to enjoy the contraction.

“Hnngh..! Dumb brat, thinkin’ you’re free to cum without my say-so.” A playful slap to your butt has you jolt, your figure still sensitive with your hazy high. It’s not like I didn’t tell you to slow down, you asshole. You sharply gasp at the withdrawal of his member, and his load exudes out with a sloppy force that messes your inner thighs. He then bends to your ear, his cold, sweaty chest sticking to your back. “Dirty slut chasin’ for yer own release. Have you no shame, princess?”

Stop talking to me… You were disgusted by the shudder you felt as he licked your ear.

“Thanks to you, I’m still hard,” he rubs his solid dick on the crevice of your ass, his come-coated member erotically grinding on the soft flesh. “Now stay fucking still ‘till I’m done with you—”

Rarely does Sukuna find himself perplexed. One moment, he’s proudly stationed above you. Then, you surprised him by rolling him to his back in a flash. The action takes him aback–somewhat amazed you could take his weight–and he sees your figure come over with your legs on either side of his waist. 

Now, you were on top of him—a rarity that neither of you expected.

Pinkish orange brows remain neutral, yet his piercing scarlet eyes bore holes into your frame. “And just the hell do you think you’re doing?” 

“What it looks like I’m doing.” You reply with a tiny malice — enough you knew wouldn’t get you into too much trouble with the man you’re on top of. Your hand grasps on Sukuna’s cock and strokes the erect limb. “I’m finishing you off.”

Did you gulp at the motion of a single brow being lifted? Of course you did. Albeit you were stubbornly confident, you’d be a fool if you weren’t frightened. Yet the man sneered after a few brief seconds. “Is that right? The president thinks they can do all the work, huh.” You observed Sukuna bringing his hands to relax behind his head, “Well, what are you waitin’ for? Take care of your fellow student, Miss Prez.”

I hate his ass so fucking much—you can only express your disdain through your inner dialogue, wanting nothing but to wipe that evil sneer off his tattooed face. Yet you know that’s not what’s expected of you now. So, with a gulp and a slow inhale, your hips are pulled up by yourself, and your hand guides the pulsing length in your grasp to your leaking slit. 

You gasp at the contact of his glans kissing your labia, the sight of the some dripping from your vagina sticking to Sukuna’s girth was too repulsive to the eye. Humiliation continues to shrink your core at the display before you. “Don’t keep me waiting, woman. Or I’ll go back and do the job myself, seeing you’re too scared.” The salmon-haired man doesn’t flinch at your scowl. 

“Don’t rush me, Ryōmen,” you threaten with gritted teeth, chewing on your bottom lip as you bring your ass down to take in the fat tip once more. The pain has you wince for a few seconds, hoping to God that the man below doesn’t get too impatient enough to slam you down on his cock himself because you know he wouldn’t give a damn if you’d be in pain or not.

But it does enter you; a sharp gasp erupted out of your frame at the scrape of his frenulum piercing back inside. Your hands involuntarily find something to keep your balance steady, using his chest to do the job.

As for Sukuna, his crimson eyes were honed in on you, taking in every detail of your expressions, your shaky voice, and the twitches of your body as your cunt swallowed every inch of his shaft back into your warmth until you reached the very hilt. “Good girl,” he scoffs at the sudden squeeze of your walls on him. “Don’t let a little praise get to your head; start moving, pet.”

You release a gradual sigh, and your hips begin to move. Your nerves are still under the effects of the recent climax, so your inner walls are still keen as every graze of Sukuna’s tip and piercing has you tremble like a leaf. It almost makes you scared to move entirely, thinking one wrong move will break you. 

“C’mon, Y/n,” you gasp at Sukna’s hands, finding your exposed chest to grope. “Is this the best you can do? With those slow-ass hips?”

You knew he meant to entice you, yet it was working. Your waist gauges the speed of your rhythm, now bouncing on Sukuna’s length with a purpose despite your sensitive nerves having you mewl. And your shrills come out slurred at the rough tweak of your nipples. This fool has no gentle bone in his body, using your sore body in whatever interests him. 

“Mmnngh, yeah, like that,” Sukuna purrs, fondling your breasts with fingers hungry for their flesh to play and tease. “Harder” wasn’t something to question—a simple demand you had to indulge in. You flatten your mouth as you bring your hips down more to the point that the skin of your ass hits his groin and thighs. “Harder,” he commands again, your hips now slamming hard down on him, and you shake at the poke of your cervix, nails digging into his pectorals. And the black-marked man snickers at the display. “Harder.”

You couldn’t keep your frame upright; another pound of your hips onto him caused another poke of your cervix, resulting in you losing your balance and your body falling onto Sukuna’s, who barks a laugh. “Tah, pathetic, can’t even stay upright when taking my cock.” And to make it worse, he criticizes you, his hands now moving to your butt to squeeze and slap onto. “I like the view, though. Not every day do I see a pretty face above me like this.” You scream at the buck of his hips, his dick rubbing on your G-spot with precision. “Just need some help to ease your incompetence, princess.” 

Oh, you hated how close your face was to his; if you weren’t so dazed, you’d spit at him. “—Tch, s-shut up, ‘Kunaa! Go die—Eeyaahh!” Another slap on your asscheek and graze on the upper wall of your cunt has you shrieking.

“Not a chance,” his face gets closer to yours. “Wouldn’t give you the satisfaction…” And then your moan is muffled with the addition of his lips onto yours, the Ryōmen Sukuna kissing you.

When the night couldn’t get any worse, here is Sukuna shoving his tongue into your mouth, exchanging his saliva with yours as your tongue swirls with his before he sucks on it. Fucking sickening, the nerve of this fucker! You hate how passionate the kiss became as his thrusts coincided with yours, getting faster and faster as your teeth clashed with his. My God, just fucking cum already!

You decided it was time to end this session once and for all, the pace of your hips going erratic. Every bounce of your ass came with a twinge of your cunt around Sukuna’s member; the groans he expresses into your lips are just what you’re looking for. And the more you bend forward, the friction of your clitoris grinding on his pelvis gets better. At least you’re getting some pleasure out of this…

You knew he was close to chasing his orgasm the moment his ruts to your cunt synced with yours, so it’s no surprise his fingers grip your butt and keep you grounded on him as he spills another load into you. Fuck, you can feel his cock pulsating inside you, and you can only imagine how messy it looks down there once you’re finally off of him.

Even as he’s experiencing the shocks and trembles of his release, Sukuna doesn’t break the kiss until the very end. A hand comes to the back of your head, keeping your face and mouth on him, deepen the kiss and take your breath away (literally). And once your bodies calm down, his lips finally withdraw from yours, leaving you two panting heavily among yourselves. Spit connects to your lips, but you quickly break the link with your hand covering your mouth.

“Ya know,” Sukuna breathlessly chuckles while his other hand kneads the flesh of your butt. “Think you’re startin’ to enjoy this just as much as I am.”

Eyes narrow at his words, and you turn to the side to spit his saliva out of your mouth. You wipe your mouth with a tiny grin. “You fucking wish…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

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✩𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬✩

𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: You get mad at your partner for not giving you enough attention. To get what you want, you ignore him, and spend the rest of the party with a friend. He gets jealous.

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Smut

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: Scaramouche, Xiao, Lyney

/)/) ( . .) ( づ♡

𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖 ✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚

He was playing with you. His thumb rubbing against your clit while his slender fingers thrust into you. He kissed you hard, his tongue exploring your mouth. You knew what he was doing. He'd finger you until you were begging for his dick instead. Until your pussy throbbed. Yet he wouldn't give it to you, he'd leave you helpless with a wet pussy.

Scaramouche had dragged you out of the party, and threw you in the backseat of his car. He was more pissed than ever. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he had snapped. "You dare ignore me? Talk to another man in front of my face? Fucking whore."

Now he was all over you, fingering your slick cunt, with your dress pulled up past your waist. His breathing was heavy, and you would bet he wanted to fuck you so bad. But he wouldn't. He curled his fingers and put pressure. His thumb began rubbing harder and faster on your clit, making you moan. You felt an orgasm building up as you began to bite your lip. His mouth moved from yours, lowering to your neck. He began sucking on it, marking you. You loved how his jealousy made him possessive, and how he made sure he'd leave hickeys in obvious places.

Scaramouche was moving his fingers again, but faster. He pushed them deeper into you. His touch begged you to cum. He needed you to cum. He wanted to think about it when he jerked himself off later tonight.

You were a mess. All you could do was moan. Your body trembled, your pussy ached the more he fucked you with his hand, and you couldn't help but orgasm. You called out his name, closing your eyes as you came all over his fingers.

He slid them out, a cocky smile plastered on his face. His middle finger now gently rubbed, and gave soft pleasure so your tingling clit. "You think that man at the party could do that?" he mocked. "Look how pathetic I can make you look. Look how quickly I can turn you into a good girl."

𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚

Xiao kissed your thigh, his other hand pushing your other leg to spread them. The most of the reaction you got out of him was annoyance, but he was still gentle and sweet. "If you wanted me to do something, why didn't you just tell me?" he had scolded. "I would've drove you home right then and there and pleased your needs."

Now his tongue was gliding along your clit. You couldn't hold back your whimper as you felt him lick up your slickness, and run his tongue over your entrance. His hands gently spread your pussy. He began sucking your now-dripping cunt. His tongue flickering over spots that got the best reactions out of you.

You moaned his name in a needy manner. "You're doing so well," he whispered, his voice sending vibrations. You bite your lip, pushing your cunt into his mouth. He continued to lick and put soft pressure, causing you to grow more sensitive. He'd leave small kisses on your clit or your folds, before going back to using his tongue.

Unexpectedly, you orgasm. He paused, then pulled back to look at you. He licked his lips and frowned. "Already? But I wanted you to do it when I was inside you."

You were embarrassed.

As if trying to reassure you, Xiao shrugged and added, "you can always do it again. Either way, you look so pretty when you cum."

𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕖𝕪✮⋆˙*⋆˙✩₊♡⋆⭒˙˚

The magician somehow always managed to catch you by surprise. You should've never tried to make him jealous in the first place. He was a flirtatious man, yet the way he claimed you was far more 'out there' than his words.

He would claim you by showing the other man you were his. That only he could give you what you wanted.

You were at a hotel, bent over, being fucked out of your mind. In this position, it was like Lyney was filling you up. As he fucked you, he'd give you a slap on the ass every now and then. He loved the red marks it would make, and how your ass would jiggle. It only made him harder. It only gave him more energy to fuck you more.

The man you had dared to flirt with just happened to be into this kind of thing. You could hear him in the corner of the room, grunting as he touched himself watching you.

Lyney laughed. "Hear that, sweetheart? Is this what you wanted? Two men craving over your pussy?" He groaned as he spoke. His dick throbbed from how good you felt. "But only I can please you, right? You love how good I can make you feel, right?"

The only response you could give was a choked up moan. Another thrust, and you couldn't stop yourself from orgasming. The sight of you reaching your limit made him hiss, and he continued fucking you. The sensitivity and pleasure had you bawling the sheets in your fist.

"If you wanted me to do this...you could've just asked.." he grunted, "now look at you being fucked and humiliated. Yet you still take it all like a good girl." His hands went from your ass to your hips. He kept a firm grip on you while speeding the pace of his thrusts. You couldn't even think of the man watching you from how much pleasure Lyney made you feel.

He had complete control over you. All you could focus on was his cock pumping into you, making you an absolute mess. Your moans motivated him. No matter how many times you came, he wouldn't stop, because it only made him want to fuck you more.

[ebodebo]

I'm dreamin' 'bout silver and gold

-getting jealous over dick talking to a girl at bruce's new year's eve party... MDNI

You stood in the corner of the Wayne Manor ballroom, quietly sipping a glass of champagne at Bruce's New Year’s Eve celebration.

The drink had an unexpectedly dry taste as you observed the scene unfolding before you. There was Dick, your charming boyfriend, effortlessly chatting with none other than a senator's daughter.

You shouldn't feel this way.

You trusted Dick completely, but that minx with her perfectly manicured fingers and captivating smile was a different matter altogether.

You just couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was off.

You felt the tight hands twist your insides like a relentless ivy, tightening with each lingering touch and laugh that wasn't meant for her.

Your last straw was when she lowered her head and casually mentioned her father's purchase of a new beach house in the Hamptons, suggesting he should come to stay for a few days loud enough for you to hear.

Christ's sake, did she just wink at him? She did.

Your feet are moving faster than your brain can process. As you glide past them, Dick calls your name, but you ignore him and keep walking. Suddenly, you feel a slight tug at the back of your dress, which causes you to lean back and spill champagne all over it.

"Oh dear. It seems you've spilled a little," the minx says, peering over her champagne glass, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

Dick speaks with deep concern, reaching out his hands toward you. “Baby,” he utters.

You feel tears welling up as you realize people are staring. Before more embarrassment sets in, you turn on your heels and hurry out of the ballroom towards the bathroom.

Dick is closely pursuing you as you speed toward the door, calling your name. You don’t look back, simply pushing the door open and slamming it in his face, twisting the lock to prevent his entry.

You run your fingers through your hair to calm yourself as Dick fiddles with the doorknob. "Dick, stop," you say, a little more harshly than intended.

“Let me in. What's going on, sweetheart?" He asks worriedly, still fiddling with the doorknob. "I'm not leaving until I see you.”

You remain resolute, grabbing a handful of paper towels and soaking them in water to try to remove some of the champagne from your dress.

He grunts while fiddling with the doorknob. "Jason and I have done ten-hour stakeout missions, Sweetheart. I can wait it out," he confidently states.

You let out a deep sigh as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Perhaps you were upset with him, but you were mostly embarrassed that one girl could have your head in such a tailspin. You needed some comfort.

You reluctantly reach for the doorknob and fling it open, revealing Dick standing on the other side.

“Oh, honey,” he coos softly, noticing your smeared mascara and swollen eyes. He steps closer, resting his hand on the back of your head and laying you against his chest.

"You’re going to ruin your suit," you say, referring to the mascara stains that will definitely be left behind.

"I'll get a new one," he says casually, his fingers running through your hair to comfort you.

You both stand there for a moment as he whispers sweet words into your ear, and you continue to cry on his chest.

You're the first to pull away, your eyes looking down at your now-stained dress. "Sorry, I, uh, ruined the dress," you awkwardly shuffle away.

“It wasn’t your fault. Don't worry," he reassured, threading his fingers through yours. "I'm sure Barb has something you can wear.”

"She won’t mind?" You timidly ask as he leads you to the guest room, where Barb keeps her overflow of dresses.

"She'd kill me if I didn't let you borrow one of them," he chuckles, leading you to the bedroom door.

Once inside, he helps you sit at the edge of the bed while he searches through Barb's gowns.

"What color?" He prompts.

You think for a moment. "Blue."

He hums. "Like music to my ears."

You chuckle softly, tugging at the hem of your dress as Dick selects a shimmering blue dress from the rack.

“So," he said encouragingly, "tell me what upset you.”

Your eyes lock onto his, and your lips purse. "Well, I—" you start, abruptly pausing and feeling bashful.

He tilts his head to the side, the corner of his lip quirking. "Since when have you ever been nervous around me? Tell me," he prods, laying the dress next to you on the bed.

“I guess I just felt a little... you know,” you say, raising your hands as if to dismiss the question.

He takes your hand in his. "No, I don't know. Go on."

You grip his hand tighter and playfully roll your eyes. "Jealous.”

He opens his mouth slightly but quickly shuts it again.

“I mean, can you really blame me? She wanted you, Dick," you ramble. "I’ve never seen a woman flirt so openly and blatantly with a guy already taken." Suddenly, you stand up and pitch your voice higher, mimicking her, “"You fill out that suit nicely, Dickie! Who says that? Who says that?"”

Dick laughs. He laughs. 

"I'm upset, and you're laughing! Laughing!" you exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest.

He stands, his hands coming to rest on your elbows, gently rubbing them. "I'm only laughing because you have nothing to be jealous of. You're perfect, baby. I only want you. You're my perfect girl," he coos lowly.

You merely hum in response, turning your head away from him.

“Do you need me to show you how much I love you?" His voice dropped an octave. "Show you that you're my perfect girl?

You squeal as he pulls you so you're flush against his chest, his hands moving to caress the back of your neck, leaning his head down so his lips skim the side of your neck.

"Tell me," he goads. "Tell me, Baby."

"Dick...we can't. The party—" Your protest dies on your tongue as his tongue slides across your sizzling skin. Your hand moves to thread through his hair, hoping to gain a little stability. 

"Fuck the party," he murmurs into your skin, nipping your sensitive skin a little with his canines. You let out a pathetic whine, gripping him tighter. "Let me show you," he almost begs, his voice hoarse. 

"Please."

You pull his face from your neck, guiding his lips to yours to kiss them with firey intensity. "Show me, Dick. Show me," you mutter into his lips with much anguish. 

He hums a sound of approval as he grips you tighter, tongue sliding in your mouth. You continue the fervent exchange, tongues battling, teeth clashing, and greedy hands moving to grip any skin they can.

"Get on the bed," Dick croaks into your mouth.

You hurriedly move to lay on the bed as Dick grips your ankles and pulls you toward the edge so your legs hang off. 

"Gonna make you feel so good, Baby," he mumbles, dropping to his knees and pushing up the tool of your dress so it pools around your waist. His lips skim from your ankle, up your calf, to your inner thigh, where he plants deep kisses that have you squirming.

His fingers move to shove your panties to the side, moving his head to prod his tongue into your cunt. You whine at the action, bringing your hand to thread through his hair.

"Only want this pussy," he mutters into you, tongue lapsing around your clit. "Fuckin' made for me."

He grips your thighs so his biceps rest under the hinge of your knee, pulling you closer to roll your clit between his teeth.

"Dick," you moan out, writhing under him.

"What, Baby? Feel good," he grumbles, massaging your thighs with his hands. 

You nod fervently, unable to speak.

He continues rolling and flicking at your clit until you grip his head tightly, pushing him where you need him until your arousal coats his tongue and lips.

He makes sure to leave you sparkling clean with the help of his tongue. 

He pulls your dress back down only when he's completely done, moving to lay next to you, pulling you close so you rest on his chest.

It's silent for a moment before you hear the beginning of what sounds like a countdown.

3...

2...

1...

'Happy New Year!'

You hear the party downstairs yell. 

You look up at Dick, whose eyes are already on you. "Happy New Year, Dickie," you murmur, smiling. 

"Happy New Year, Baby," he smiles, pressing a kiss to your head.

Best New Year ever. 

a/n: first dick fic feeling horny💔

reblogs & comments encouraged!

[andraxicated]

No Hard Feelings

Pairing: zayne x f! reader

tags: nsfw | mutual pining? | virgins in love | 69 | protected p in v | big dick zayne (cause he was my man before sylus and we love virgins who hide big packages) | small angst |

a/n: sitting pretty on my drafts since february. i love writing in this format it just lets your ideas flow | zayne is a harvard med alumni free from student debt cause he's rich and we all know it

inspired by one of my fav rom coms no hard feelings i swear its so funny

you are nothing but a broke college student looking for ways to make extra money. so what can you do when your friend shows you a totally suspicious ad?

"we are looking for a girl with experience to seduce our son and help him have a social life. preferably pretty. will be handsomely compensated"

you grab the opportunity after much thought and show up in the sluttiest dress to make sure you fit the 'girl with experience' part despite your v-card being intact.

and you never thought that you'd be sitting in a mansion's living room, listening to a rich mother yap about her worries for her beloved and only son's social life

"you see... it's because i'm deeply worried about our son! we are very proud he's doing well before going to medical school but it's summer and all his peers are going out on vacations, dating, and partying, but he doesn't seem to be interested in any of those since his time at university!"

let's say when you asked what he looked like and turned around to see a picture frame, you were instantly sold onto this 'fuck their son' plan

his parents said their beloved Zayne volunteers at the public park to tend to the flowers. he works under the hot son with his stoic face and meaty arms to which you space out a little.

imagine his surprise when his view got shadowed by your figure, looking up to see the expanse of your thighs, your boobs supported by a push-up bra. this was your best attempt at looking like a vixen

"heyyyy, can I touch your buds?" you giggle (cringing inwardly) and the rest is history.

Zayne didn't know what to fucking say but glare at you.

it was hard to get close to Zayne because that man was a brick wall. he was so reserved and quiet, always so serious despite your attempts at fun time. yet with every time you spent together, his walls break down bit by bit.

and when you saw a crack in his walls, you unknowingly tore it down along with yours.

because you are unexpectedly falling in love with him.

"I thought this was movie night" Both of you remove your tops amidst giggles and short kisses.

"Mhmm, you smell like Jasmines." Zayne pretends not to hear you as he rasps against your ear, kissing your neck as his fingers drag down to tug at your shorts and panty. You whine when he successfully removes it, cold air hitting your inner thighs as he shushes you through small, wet kisses.

"That perfume was on sale, I knew I had to buy it for you" You smile and Zayne mirrors it on his lips, making your heart skip out of your chest. He caresses your hips softly, dangerously inching closer to your core where you're positively throbbing.

"You know me so well. It's as if you were sent by someone for me."

You chuckle awkwardly, letting him trail down light kisses on your neck, all the way to your collarbones. His statement slaps you back to reality. That you were just a girl taking advantage of him and his parents' money. But with each kiss that matches with the beat of your heart, you feel that this acting of yours turned a little too real. You just wanted him between your thighs, lost in your body, drunk on your kisses, and never have him find out the truth.

Zayne looks up at you from an angle, wanting to ask for permission to dive in your pussy, but then he sees you spacing out, and it’s not the cockdrunk look he sees on porn videos. You looked sad and miserable while staring into nothing, he fears he might have bored you to death and he’s too much of a virgin to satisfy you. Zayne looked scared to snap you out of it, he lightly nudged your thigh, and your gaze finally shifted to him. You still haven’t gotten rid of that look yet. 

“Sorry, let’s not do this today if you aren’t feeling well” zayne speaks softly while sitting up, the care evident in his eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to jump in his arms. 

You shook your head, a smile on your face. “I’m sorry I killed the mood. Are you still hard?” 

“What?”

“I mean, is your dick hard?”

Zayne looks down for a moment and replies, “Yeah…I’m hard”

You giggle and reach over to give him a peck. “Let me suck you off. You’ll feel good, I promise” You say as if you sucked dick before. You were quite nervous to put something in your mouth for the first time, fearing for your throat and untrained gag reflex. Also, Zayne looks pretty big from the way he’s tenting from his shorts, it wasn’t going to be easy.

Your heart was beating from your chest as Zayne sat with his legs on both sides of your body, presenting you with his aching bulge. You tug down his shorts along with his underwear and you see his big cock that he’s been hiding all along. Zayne flushes red on his ears and neck as you stare at his size in awe. The tip was angry and leaking, twitching occasionally as the man before you winced. Its girth was impressively thicker than your wrist and length longer than what you’ve seen in videos, this guy was above average. But before you could try to touch him, Zayne coughs up to get your attention. 

You question him in your eyes and he blushes, struggling to get his words out. 

“I-I want to make you feel good too. Can we try that position?” 

“What position?” 

“...69” 

Zayne bites his lip, looking at your face for any sort of disgust but none came. A smile broke out on your face before you nodded, taking the initiative to adjust your positions accordingly. Zayne was taller than you so you had to be the one on top, your body tensing as you face his leaking cock staring at you. You wanted to put your mouth on it so bad but you knew you had to wait for Zayne to adjust at your bottom. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m good.” Zayne huffs out and you involuntarily clench, feeling his hot breath around your hole. You can’t help the heat that travels to your cheeks as you recognize yourself putting your ass up in the air for a man to gape at your hole. You could feel every bone in your body praying not to fuck this up.

“I’ll start,” You say, biting your lip and squinting your eyes before hurriedly starting the job. Your lips come into contact with the tip and Zayne moans, throwing his head back as you try to engulf him in your mouth. He feels you testing how your mouth glides up and down thanks to your saliva as lubricant. Zayne thinks he could burst right then and there in your mouth but he tries to at least save himself some dignity by not finishing through a 20-second blowjob. 

He leans forward and settles his palms on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh experimentally, making you moan at his touches. His lips press outside your pussy, shying away from the main course before steeling himself with the courage of a man. 

Choked moans left your mouth as Zayne suddenly parts your ass for a clear view and dives right in to fuck your hole with his tongue. He laps up like a man starved with eyes closed, executing toe-curling techniques that you didn’t know he could do. 

“Nghh! Mmhphh!” You’re drooling on his dick, taking what you can of his size and pumping what you couldn’t reach. He’s too much of a big fit in your mouth, struggling to hollow your cheeks since most of your wet cavern is occupied by his cock. You could only bob your head up and down, moaning to get him feeling some vibrations, and rubbing your pussy along his lips. 

On the other end, Zayne was having a very much-awaited make-out session with your cunt. He sloppily kisses your hole, circling his tongue as he tastes the softness of the flesh. His hands rubbing your ass in gentle motions causes you to clench and he groans, chasing the movement of your cunt. He does it like the boys do in those videos, he closes his eyes and imagines he’s doing a good job just like them, making their girl scream like it's the end of the world. 

“So pretty” he pulls away mesmerized by your glistening cunt. Zayne couldn’t help but be addicted to your pussy, and he gives it more attention by sucking and playing around with his tongue. To hear your muffled cries sends vibrations down his spine, making him even more hard as your eyes widen. 

You gasp for air as you fix your breathing. You wanted to complain about why he was getting bigger but you just couldn’t stop yourself from sinking deeper onto his cock. You’re positive you looked like a cockhungry slut with dick in her mouth, wiggling her ass as her man eats her out because that’s exactly what you’re doing, you could picture how dirty the position was and it makes you throb, edging you to your release.

No one was saying anything, too occupied with the job at hand as wet noises filled the room. Both of you were pushing each other at the brink of release. Zayne lightly thrusts to chase the feeling of a wet heat—challenging your gag reflex, not knowing it's your first time giving a blowjob. He suddenly hits the back of your throat as cum floods inside your mouth. You’re breathing through your nose, too full of erotic sensations, and you cum following his release. Wet spurts land on Zayne’s face as he drinks up your release, relishing in his first time making a girl cum. 

You pull away from his dick, white semen landing on the bed from your mouth and Zayne’s eyes widen seeing you keeping his release inside your mouth. He thinks you probably didn’t want to swallow it so he grabs tissues, and places them below your chin. 

“Spit it out” 

You look at the tissue on his hand and swallow the cum, wincing as the taste hits you. You just wanted to do it like others do, swallowing because you worked hard for it. Zayne was flabbergasted to even move, his flaccid member unapologetically rising hard when he saw you swallow his seed. 

It made him want to put it inside you. 

“Why did you swallow?” 

You wipe the excess off your face, “I just wanted to try” You hoped he didn’t catch on that it was your first time. Both of you were tired but you wanted to keep going, driven by lust. Zayne was trying to hide his erection and you decided to just get on with it, you wanted him inside right now.

“Zayne, do you want to be on top?” Your question left him surprised. He blinks for a few seconds before nodding and positioning on top of you as you lay down. Then it hits you.

“Wait, do you have a condom?” 

He visibly freezes before reaching over to the bedside table, pulling out the drawer, grabbing a condom, and opening the package. While he puts it on, your eyes drift to the package and you notice the XL size and the ‘super ultra-thin’ inscription. You couldn’t help but be a little nervous after reading that. 

“It’s on,” he says awkwardly, the tip of his ears reddening by the minute. At this moment, the air was thick with nervousness radiating from you and Zayne. You exchange eye contact with him as his palm rests on your hip, drawing circles to coax you and relax your walls. 

“I’m ready, are you?” 

“Yeah,” he kisses your lip to distract you from the pain of your cunt breached open by his thick cockhead. You wince in discomfort, legs shaking as the thickness stops moving. Zayne panics over your pained expression, whispering sweet nothings that it will pass soon because fuck, you are incredibly tight and wet. He almost moans at the sight of your hole struggling to take all of him. 

You look down and let your head fall back onto his soft pillow. “Move”, you let out breathlessly. 

“I’m too big for you, you need to adjust”

“Zayne, just move! Let me adjust when you’re inside me” You whine, wanting to have him inside you as soon as possible. Zayne complies and pushes in slowly, all his worries about med school and sex are completely gone when he buries himself to the hilt. You moan in unison, the stretch being painfully good for your first time.

It was the kind of pain that you’d willingly take because the pleasure was too much to lose out on. He stretches you out nicely, feeling every vein inside you, especially the tip that kisses your g spot. How did he find it in one go?

“You're so tight!—Shit” Zayne picks up on his space, letting his dick rub inside you before starting to thrust full-on. His hips smoothly roll as he pistons his cock in and out of your hole. Your wetness and the condom's lubricant make him move easily inside.

“Ohhh! Zayne!” You jolt towards the headboard as his grunts fill the room, his cockhead repeatedly locking in on your sweet spot, making you clench in response. His hair falls over his face, masquerading on his eyes as his hips put in the work for your pussy. He looks so pretty like that, flushed red, breathless, as he stuffs you repeatedly with his cock.

“Ahhhh, so big~” You could only moan and clench around his member, the movements making your boobs jiggle, and Zayne couldn't help but grope one of them—giving attention to the other by going down on his mouth. You just looked so pretty under him, so messy and good at taking his cock.

“My pretty girl” he huffs while bucking his hips into you.

Then he remembers that you probably had sex before him, and you have experienced other guys. And something deep within him tears its ugly head. Zayne suddenly had a primal urge to claim you, to make sure from now on, you're showing this lewd face to him and only him. 

He was jealous and it wasn't a good feeling.

He pounds his cock faster, pouring all the anger he has into vigor. You scratch his back as Zayne goes feral at a fast pace fucking his cock back into your hole. You thrash in his arms from the pleasure, wanting to run away because the dick was too good. But his strong arms cage you in place as he ruts like an animal in heat. 

His hand suddenly flicks on your clit, pinching the bud to edge you closer to your orgasm. He wanted to make you finish first, to feel your cum coating his length before he releases. 

Your nerves were set on fire just as you think your brain is fried from too much dick. You wanted nothing but to cum and release the knot forming on your lower abdomen. He pumps exactly at a target in a frenzied state, balls swinging against your skin. Zayne continued to grunt, letting out the manliest sounds you've ever heard.

“Z-zayne I'm Cumming—Hahhh!!!” You scream as your eyes roll to the back of your head, cunt spasming and dripping around his girth, body shivering from how hard it was. You feel like floating on cloud nine as Zayne leans down to kiss your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. 

“That's a good girl. Now take this.” 

His pace gradually falters and he slides in one last powerful thrust before exploding his cum and flooding the condom. You cried out as he did small jerks of his hips to ride out his high while cumming buckets. You fear some cum may have slipped out but you didn't care to voice it out.

Zayne learned that it wasn't good to make you oversensitive so as soon as he finished, he took out his softening cock and watched your abused cunt close. He thinks It might have been his favorite sight.

The night ends with you receiving aftercare, drinking water, and cleaning up in the bathroom to make yourselves clean for bed. You didn't even know Zayne changed the sheets, which explains why he left the tub faster. 

But as you lay in his bed with his arms wrapped around you, there wasn't any semblance of reprieve because of your anxiousness about the arrangement. 

Sooner or later he would find out and everything would come crashing down. You'd go back to your own life, paying expenses thanks to the money you received while Zayne would also go on and continue to med school, fuck a few girls since he already had a taste with a girl who duped him for money. 

Just thinking about that brings tears to your eyes. No, you don't wanna be separated from Zayne. You wanted whatever you had with him despite having no label. 

You tried to tell him the truth a few times but fear got the better of you and you find yourself backtracking, saying something else, and laughing it off. Every moment was precious with Zayne, you couldn't cut his smiles short—it would break your heart to wipe off the soft love on his face. 

So you did nothing but let time run its course.

Zayne soon expressed his want for you to meet his family. He feels like he's known you for a lifetime despite meeting just that summer. So you took his offer and had lunch with his parents who tried their best to act as if they first saw you that day. The food was delicious yet the whole dining experience was painful. You and his parents lying to his face made you unable to stomach the food very well. So you left the house and went to their garden, gazing at the flowers that you knew Zayne himself planted. 

He was looking around for you, sighing since you didn’t tell him where you ran off. He was about to ask his parents in the dining room when he accidentally eavesdropped on a conversation that made him stop in his tracks. 

“Well that was awkward, can you believe our son actually fell in love with her? I mean, she’s pretty skilled”

He wasn’t supposed to hear that.

“This isn’t what I was expecting when we hired her. I think we need to end this arrangement soon. I’ll give her the money before this situation blows up.”

He couldn’t fucking believe it. 

Skilled? Hired? Money? It didn’t take an intelligent man to connect the dots as the conversation went on. Every word that came out of their mouth froze his heart and shattered it like glass. Anger, hurt, and confusion overwhelmed him for the first time in his life. He found it hard to stabilize his breathing. He couldn’t help but let hatred cover his eyes as he stormed into the dining room.  

“Is what you’re saying true? You hired a girl to seduce me?” he demanded, voice shaking with emotion as his parents looked very much terrified to see him there. He didn’t want to believe it was true, but as the seconds went by it was all becoming clear that this was a big fat farce all along. Zayne didn’t know what hurt but he knew he’d been played by the people he loved. And that was all it took for him to break his promise of never raising his voice at his parents. 

“Is it true?!” he roared and to see his mother flinch hurt him but at that moment, Zayne was the victim. 

“Zayne, darling let me explain—”  

“Why?” 

His mother breathed out. “We thought it would be good for you. We wanted to let you have some fun since I feel like you’re constantly buried in books! You need to take some time to socialize too!”

He could only pinch the bridge of his nose as he steeled his mouth in case he said something he could not go back on.

“This conversation isn’t over yet” he uttered coldly, leaving his parents guiltily mulling over their actions.  

Overcome by the need to confront you, he walks in long strides to the garden. He honestly does not know what he wants to hear from you. Apologies? Explanation? He doesn’t know but his feet take him to you and destroy your peaceful moment. 

He sees your figure basking in rays of afternoon sun, checking on the flowers he planted. He stops and stares before storming and grabbing your wrist to make you face him. You meet his face in shock, body tensing from the dangerous aura he was emitting. His hazel eyes were swirling with hurt and you knew it was that time. Zayne knew how much you were playing him like a fool. 

“Is it true?" he pants “That my parents hired you to seduce me for the summer? So that I could get with a girl and have some fun?” 

Tears flowed from your eyes as you nodded shakily, accepting your fate. He was disgusted by how easily you admitted it. Was it that easy for you?  

“I want to hear it from you. Speak before I kick you out” he spat out with so much venom that it wrecked sobs from you. Zayne hated hearing you cry just as he hated how this was such a cruel game you played. 

“Zayne, it was all real. I swear! My feelings are real. It’s true that I accepted a deal with your parents for money but you have to know that I needed it!” You feel like ripping your hair out just to make him believe you. You were so desperate to not be a villain in his eyes. “And what I feel for you is real! I love you and I’m so sorry that I did this to you.” You sobbed, holding your face in your hands as you wiped the overflowing tears that clouded your vision. 

You took a step forward and he took a step back, reflecting the hurt in your eyes. 

“How do I believe you now? How do I know this is still not an act?” 

“I don’t know…” You shook your head, mind at a loss for words. “I just know that it would kill me to be separated from you.”

Zayne could hear the desperation in your voice and it was constantly stabbing at his heart. He longed to believe and touch you, but the pain of deception stung deep. 

He took a deep breath and calmed himself. “Who are you? Do you have any other name?”

You whip your head in shock, shaking your head frantically. “No! (y/n) is my real name! Everything I told you is real!” 

He stood frozen so you took your chance to explain, fighting the cries that shook your body. 

“I love you. I-I wanted to give my body to the guy I love and it’s you. It was my first time having sex with you! I’m not some vixen who sleeps around. I’m just me!—a college student in need of money. Believe me, I beg you.”

It honestly didn’t matter to him if the girl he loved had his first time with him or not, he loved her regardless. But when you say it like that, he knew that trusting him with your virginity must have meant a great deal to you. That almost made him want to hug you but the rational part of his mind begged him to have some dignity. 

“You broke my trust” he exhaled, barely above a whisper. “You have no idea how much pain I’m feeling. But I love you…and it would kill me if you weren’t around.”

You take a step forward and grasp his hand to place on top of your heart, making him feel how much it beats for him. 

He’s entranced to feel your racing heart, a testament to your love. This gesture was enough to repair a piece of his shattered heart. 

He uses your interlocked hands to pull you into his arms, burying your face on his chest. You snuggled close as warm tears fell slowly on your cheeks.

“I don’t wanna leave” you cried softly. 

“You’re not leaving until you make me trust you again. And if I trust you again, I won’t let you leave.” 

You nod and ask, “What do you want me to do?”

Zayne cleared his thoughts even if his emotions were a mess. But he was an intelligent and rational man, he was able to think clearly in times of distress and he knew what needed to be done. He knows how you’ll pay for your sins. 

“From now on, I want you to be honest with me. No lies or secrets between us. Tell me everything you feel because I want your full transparency.”   

It was a light sentence and you were eternally grateful to the forgiveness he showed you. Because you'd die if he didn’t.   

“I will. So let’s start on a clean slate please.” you grip his shirt, signaling him your desperation. “I’ll be that girl you met in the park. And you have to believe me when I say I loved you every step of the way. I-I won’t even take the money if it means proving my feelings are real.”

Zayne shook his head as he caressed your hair. ‘Take the money and promise me you won’t leave me. Don’t put yourself in a situation like this just for some money. If you need some, then ask me.”

“What?”

“If you need support I’ll be there to help you in any way I can. All I ask is for you to do the same for me.” 

“Of course I will!” Your voice came out louder than intended and he smiled, yet not like he used to.  

“But you’ll move to Harvard soon for med school? How-how are we going to do this?”

Zayne’s face fell at the mention of his move at the end of his vacation. He hadn’t forgotten but it was a reminder that summer was nearing its end. He had to settle all affairs before treading on a new chapter in his life. 

He sighed, arms still around you. “Long distance isn’t easy, and I don’t know how we’ll do it.” 

Fear crept into you like a snake dampening your mood.    

“But,” he continued with a promising tone. “I’m not giving up on us. I won’t let a little distance come between us. We’ll make it work.”

‘We’ll make it” 

“We will” 

He whispers in your ears, kissing the top of your head, and bathing himself with the love that he receives from you. 

You feared a second chance wouldn’t last long but if anything were the testament to your unbreakable bond with Dr. Zayne, it would be the family photo with you and the kids, standing nicely on his office desk. 

[rafesgoldrings]

rafe and y/n (gf, whatever u want to be to him) in the car and she js randomly starts being super affectionate and clingy wanting to touch all over him while he’s driving and she eventually gives him road head….but like any other fic where they pull over… she keeps having him drive so she can watch him fall apart while he drives and then she js goes back to innocent passenger princesses

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” he didn’t mind it, you were just usually one to wait until you got home before doing anything. ‘It’s called safe driving Rafe, stop thinking with your dick for a second” you’d always tell him, but now you were the one rubbing all over his thighs, kissing his neck, whispering dirty things in his ear. “Just want you is all, let me make you feel good baby” your hands moved to undo his pants, pulling his cock out and sinking your mouth down on him “Fuck” he hissed out, the feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat taking him by surprise. He’d take one hand and tangle it in your hair, gripping it tightly with each bob of your head. When it started to get too hard to focus, he began to pull over to the side of the road. You pulled away from his cock, mouth releasing him with a loud ‘pop, lips swollen and drool coating your chin. “If you pull over, i’ll stop. Keep driving” an innocent smile on your face as you stayed eye level with his cock and gazed up at him, fingers teasingly circling the tip. He’d keep driving, trying his best to stay focused on the road as your mouth continued working it’s sinful magic around him. You’d start moaning around him, knowing how much he liked hearing you. It always made him come way harder if he knew you were enjoying getting him off just as much as he was. His knuckles would occasionally tighten around the steering wheel, knuckles white and veins bulging. His load unexpectedly shooting down your throat after a few more movements of your head, he fought incredibly hard to not screw his eyes shut, take both hands off the wheel and force your head to stay all the way down until he allowed you to come up for air. He was breathing rapidly, sweat beads slowly rolling down his face, abs tightening as shot his load down your throat and coated it. The pornographic sounds of you taking his cock in your throat and his groans filling the cars silence, you’d keep sucking until there was nothing left, milking him dry of every drop like the selfish slut you were. Then you’d pull away, put his cock back in his pants, sit up in the passenger seat. Pulling down the vanity mirror that Rafe just installed, equipped with LEDS, you reapplied your lipgloss. Once you were finished, you’d push the mirror back up, grab your soft white blanket from the backseat that was kept for you and you alone, before reclining the seat at the exact angle you always had it. You grabbed Rafe’s hand and placed it in your thigh before connecting your phone to the cars bluetooth and playing your car playlist “Oh! Baby can you pleaseeeee get me starbucks? Pretty please with a cherry on top?” your glossy lips in a innocent pout like you didn’t just swallow his seed seconds ago, like you hadn’t just sucked him off and forced him to keep driving. But you were his spoiled girl, he couldn’t tell you no even if he wanted to, so he drove you to starbucks and got your favorite order. The whole ride home consisted of your music, his hand rubbing your inner thigh, and planning his revenge

Tag List (I’m sorry if i’m forgetting anyone, tumblr doesn’t show certain usernames when I go to tag them): @sweetestdesire @congratsloserr @xyzstar @madelynie @outerbankspov @lcvelylies

[pinkmirth]

❤︎ ⋆ ࣪ ˖ 𝒞𝐻ℰ𝑅𝑅𝒴-𝒫𝐼𝒞𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢!

𝒮𝑌𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 ⨾ a little looksie into the castlevania men and their particular preferences . . . aka, the unavoidable “ass or tits” question!

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 800+ words of . . . ) multi!castlevania men x fem!reader (black coded); adrian ‘alucard’ tepes, trevor belmont, richter belmont, isaac laforeze, hector forgemaster, count olrox, mizrak, & vlad ‘dracula’ tepes; missionary, doggy, mutual masturbation, thigh-fucking, bdsm (spanking), explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱𝐸 𝐿𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐸ℛ! ⨾ yes, i am being trivial and shallow because it’s fun & that’s a good enough reason! inspired by this post here; i just had to whip up something for our favorite wallachian men >.< please enjoy, and thanks for reading! 🎀

𝒜𝐿𝑈𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒟!

it’s far too obvious, i think; but he loves. him. some. boobies! adrian’s a tits man through and through, even if he’s got too much decorum to admit it. his actions say it all, though— he loves to lick them, knead them, tease your nipples with his teeth, rest his head between them, gently cup either one whenever he’s embracing you from behind . . . he’ll even motorboat them if he’s feeling naughtier than usual. now, that’s all out of pure habit. intimately, though? slotting his twitchy cock between your boobs is surely his favorite; and then there’s those times when he’s got you laid upon your back while he's situated between your spread legs, fucking into you from above. his cold palms lie at your waist, grip going tight whenever you squeeze around his pulsing dick, and his golden eyes are glued to your breasts like it’s all they’re good for. the way they bounce and jiggle with his pace is nothing short of mesmerizing. coming all over them in the end will make him lose his fucking head. whether it’s an unaddressed mommy kink or otherwise, he just can’t get enough of you (and the girls!) let him suck your titties and his entire day is made.

𝒯𝑅𝐸𝒱𝑂𝑅!

ass. completely, absolutely, undeniably, ass. he’ll smack it, eat it, grope it, anything. trevor pinches your butt whenever he wants a rise out of you, just to see how much you’ll blow up at him. (so what he finds it cute, sue him!) and, smacks at it whenever you’re feeding him an attitude. if he starts grabbing at it with rough palms, you already know what he wants; to fuck your shit up. unexpectedly, doggy’s the first position he’ll think to fold you into once you reach that bed. trevor curves over your arched frame, grinning at the ripple of your asscheeks against his pelvis. he’ll spit pure fucking venom into your ear while you take him. seals it off with coating your plump, pretty ass with his seed. the happiest man alive, he now is.

𝑅𝐼𝒞𝐻𝒯𝐸𝑅!

both! there are men out there who simply can’t bring themselves to choose, because both are far too precious; and richie’s one of them. how could you even expect him to pick? both parts of you are so soft, round, and feminine . . . if you allow him to get his hands on either, he wouldn’t mind in the slightest. this belmont’s skilled with his hands, might i add; his breast massages make you slump into him whine for more, and spankings don’t even feel like a punishment with him. as long as he can kiss down your body, mark the canvas of your flesh, and caress anything you’ve got in a pair of two, rich’s all yours.

𝐼𝒮𝒜𝒜𝒞!

thighs! it isn’t exactly a given option, but then again, this man isn't like the others. he loves the fullness of them, how warm to the touch they are whenever he rests a hand at your lap, and finds them to be the greatest pillow the entire world could offer. you stroking at his smooth scalp while he nudges his face into your thighs is his idea of paradise. speaking of, this man is king of thigh-fucking!!!! slots his cock in between the warmth of your inner thighs, urges you to keep them closed tight, and makes a mess of them by the time he’s done. his cum releases in streams, and spurts out to drip down your lap. but don’t worry, his tongue’s already out; as a gentleman, isaac always makes sure to clean up his messes.

𝐻𝐸𝒞𝒯𝒪ℛ!

tits! they’re perfectly squishy, which helps considering that he’s got loads of stress to rid himself of. one-finger less isn’t stopping him from giving the girls their much deserved attention! he’s slipping under your bra, brushing past your nipples, and kneading the mounds like he’s got nothing better to do. you know what’s his favorite thing to do with you and the girls? having you on your back with him kneeling above you, desperately tugging at his cock right before your face. you bring a hand down to swipe at your clit and match his pace; god, he swears you’re drooling. you suckle at his tip, and it’s enough stimulation to bring him to his peak. he’s then cumming all over your chest, some reaching your spit-streaked lips. has he ever mentioned how beautiful you look this way?

𝐵𝒪𝒩𝒰𝒮!

dracula simply adores thighs! a man of culture, this one is. as for olrox, he loves him some (man) titties. a nice, broad and firm chest is enough to put a smile on his face and a tent in his pants. then there’s mizrak, the ass-lover. grabbing it is his favorite past-time >.<

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[dark-l-angel]

If you're still taking requests can I get a batman or batfam x female reader

Summary: The reader is a 18 year old girl with no parents(they died) and lives by herself. While walking to school she bumps into someone(bruce wayne) as she apologize and walks away,Bruce look at her in awe because of how much she looks like his mother. He ask the whole family to help kidnapping her because he wants to protect her.

Also,she is nit related just looks like her

That's emotional actually..

Protectors

Batfamily x reader

She walked briskly through the bustling streets of Gotham, her backpack slung over her shoulder, a lone figure amidst the city's perpetual chaos. Eighteen and orphaned, she had learned to rely on herself, navigating the urban labyrinth with a cautious stride.

One crisp morning, her path unexpectedly intersected with Bruce Wayne's. In a moment of distraction, their shoulders collided, jolting her out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry," she murmured, glancing up to meet his gaze briefly before continuing on her way.

Bruce Wayne, Gotham's enigmatic billionaire, froze momentarily. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her—so like his late mother, Martha Wayne, in the way her eyes crinkled with apology, in the soft curve of her smile.

Days passed, and Bruce couldn't shake the haunting resemblance. He felt a gnawing urge to protect her, to shield her from Gotham's relentless dangers as he couldn't protect his mother. He called upon Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, and even Damian Wayne, each committed to ensuring her safety.

It was Jason who approached her first, his demeanor unexpectedly gentle despite his rough exterior. "Bruce noticed you," he explained, his voice tinged with sincerity. "He wants to keep you safe. We're here to help."

She listened, a mix of confusion and curiosity coloring her expression. Alone in the world, she had grown wary of strangers, but Jason's sincerity touched a chord within her. She nodded cautiously, sensing an unspoken bond of protection in his words.

In the following days, Dick Grayson's warmth and humor eased her skepticism. Tim Drake's careful planning ensured their movements went unnoticed, while Damian Wayne watched over her silently, his protective instincts hidden beneath a stoic facade.

They guided her discreetly through Gotham's labyrinth, never revealing their true purpose. She found herself drawn to their quiet camaraderie, the unspoken understanding that they were her guardians in a city where shadows held secrets and dangers lurked in every corner.

One evening, Bruce invited her to a secluded spot overlooking the city—a rare moment of vulnerability. He spoke of his mother, Martha Wayne, and the ache of loss that still haunted him. She listened in silence, moved by his raw honesty and the weight of his unspoken fears.

As dawn broke over Gotham, she stood among the Wayne family—Jason, Dick, Tim, and Damian—a makeshift family forged in the crucible of Gotham's darkness. In their protective embrace, she found solace and a sense of belonging she thought she had lost forever.

And as she looked out over the city, its skyline silhouetted against the rising sun, she realized that in Gotham's relentless chaos, she had found not just protectors, but a family who understood the echoes of loss and the unbreakable bonds of kinship in their shared pursuit of justice.

☆ I hope you like it ☆

[hellishjoel]

god is a woman, but so is the devil

1.2k / pairing: sub brat tamer!joel miller x f!reader

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summary: joel lets you have control of him for the night - you milk him for all that he's worth.

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), no outbreak, porn without plot, brat tamer!joel, sub!joel, dom!reader, somewhat established relationship (whatever that relationship may be ((situationship, relationship, etc.)), toxic!couple, swearing, dirty talk, pet names, restraints, daddy kink, f!masturbation, oral (m & f receiving), degradation, a little praise kink, choking on dick, marking kink, 69, m!overstimulation A/N: this was a nice little challenge to help me make my smut more concise! shoutout to @undercoverpena for brainstorming this awesome idea with me! and thank you to @thetriumphantpanda for aiding me in attempting to shorten my smut lol. dividers by the astounding @saradika-graphics

“There he goes,” you coo with a belittling tone, “look at all this fucking cum.” 

Your eyes fixate on the cream-colored mess all over your hand and Joel’s cock, watching out of your peripheral the way Joel’s chest rises and falls at a quickened rate. His skin is rosy with warmth, and body slick with his own sweat. 

You’ve been milking him, orgasm after orgasm, with very little break in between. He was putty between your hands, while his own hands were tied up with his own belt at the bed frame. 

“Okay,” he pants, head of dark curls matted with sweat digging into the pillows, “S’enough. M’done.” 

You playfully snicker and shake your head, hand still stroking up and down his sticky cock as he goes limp in your palm. 

“I think you forget who’s in charge here. Certainly not the one with his hands tied up in a belt.” 

Joel grunts and bares his teeth, face pinched in a mess of agony and euphoria. He’s not sure how many times he’s been pushed to the finish, spilling unexpectedly all over himself in orgasms that convulse his entire body. The more he comes, the more he disintegrates. 

Your devilish little giggle breaks him out of his daydream, his cock sensitive to your touch. He grunts and tugs against his restraints, the restraints he had foolishly agreed to. Handing over power to you was his first mistake, you were too self-absorbed to handle it. 

Now, he’s laid back in the middle of the bed, a sweating, naked mess, while his girl literally sucks the life out of him. 

He can’t help but whimper as you kitten lick around his reddened tip. Joel is forced to clench his eyes closed and grit his jaw as he tries to breathe through the overstimulation. 

“Right, you had your fun, devil woman,” his southern accent is deep and filthy, written over with lust and making his words run raspy. “Now lemme go.” 

He watches as you fake ponder, pursing your lips and looking up in thought. He takes in a sharp breath when you slowly begin to shake your head. 

Joel watches in agony as you lean down and nip at the inside of his thighs, the muscles underneath your lips twitching with excitement. Your mouth moves up to the planes of his abdomen, watching with heavy eyes as you lick a slow stripe up his torso and taste his sweat. 

“But I like telling you what to do.” You muse playfully, innocence lining your voice.

His eyes flutter, heart rate picking up as you dig your nails into the thick muscle of his thighs and drag downwards, Joel grunting the entire time to breathe through the pain. 

The pistons in his brain were flying a million miles a minute. He couldn’t think, could barely speak, he had come more times today than he had all month, and it was driving him mad how you were using him like a little plaything. That was his job. 

He finally decides to play nice, to give into the shifted power dynamic. He can’t take much more of this. His eyes soften and his jaw goes slack, a weak whimper passing through his lips as you suckle a hickey right next to his spent balls. 

“Please, baby,” he gulps, slowly shaking his head and trying to look down at you. “Ain’t got nothin’ left.”

Now that sets you alight.

“What’s that you always say to me, Joel? You can give me one more, baby.” Your voice is seductive and sweet like honey, a Venus fly trap waiting to snap up any man in your wake. 

He shakily breathes out a groveling whimper, knowing he can’t give you one more, he simply can’t. And that’s what he told you, several more times. But you weren’t satisfied with that weak excuse. 

“Maybe you just need a little... motivation.” You coo, stripping yourself of your bra and panties as his eyes can’t help but lust over your pretty body he knows all too well. 

Joel chews at his raw lower lip, bruised by his own teeth as you slowly spread your legs for him. He stares at your glorious cunt, sopping wet and calling his name. It’s tragic, the quiet sob that breaks from his throat as he gawks longingly. If you’d just let him have a taste… 

He said he couldn’t, and he can’t. He was spent. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down in his throat as your hand slowly sinks down to your pretty pussy, fingers running up and down your slick as you let out a little gasp of pleasure. 

Joel wriggles in his restraints again, desperate to touch and please you. He can only watch as your head lulls from side to side as you circle your clit and bury two fingers into your entrance until you’re knuckle deep, causing you to cry out his name.

“You want this pretty pussy, Daddy? Don’t make me ride you, you wouldn’t last a minute,” he’d never imagined you daring to ride him would be such a threat, but it was. You were right, he wouldn’t last, and he’d finish embarrassingly early. Like a damn teenager. 

Then, the worst happens. He whimpers as his cock begins to swell all over again, fattening up as he goes semi-hard against his stomach. 

You spot it almost immediately, a cocky grin on your lips as you crawl up the bed towards him. He whimpers and whines, clenching his eyes closed. 

The man was afraid to let go. You decided to stop torturing him, wanting to reward him for being such a good submissive tonight. 

“Wanna come on your face like you’ve been doing to me all night,” you hum as you work your way up the bed and straddle your cunt over his face, feeling the glide of his aquiline nose against your core and his hot breath fanning across your center. It gave you the chills. 

You lay your head by his thigh and start pumping your hand around his massive dick, hearing him messily moan against your pussy as he eats you up like a starving man. Your sweet juices land on his tongue and lips, burying his tongue inside your walls before moving back to suckle against your throbbing clit.

You force your cries to be silent as you wrap your lips around him. The sensation of your hot mouth instantly makes him curse against you, whimpering loudly as he forces his face more into your pussy to hide his pathetic whines. 

He’s so needy, he’s so close, and you taking him all the way down your throat, gagging around his thick cock wasn’t going to make him last much longer. 

You hollow your cheeks and flatten your tongue, feeling his tip hit the back of your throat more times than you can count. He’s pulsing inside of your mouth. One, two, maybe three more bobs of your head, and he’s bucking his hips into your sloppy mouth, spit slathering down his dick and puddling at his balls. 

His tongue flicks devilishly fast against your clit, causing you to moan around his shaft as he spills hot load after hot load down your throat. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you greedily take it all, your own finish landing on Joel’s tongue not even seconds later. 

Your jaw is aching, throat swollen once you finally pull your mouth from him.

“Such a good fucking man finishing for me, good job, Daddy,” you gulp after swallowing his musky come. 

The room smells of sex and is filled with both of your exhausted pants. Joel’s wrists are rubbed raw from the leather, and he comes so hard that he sees stars behind his eyes while his girl’s juices lay tainted on his tastebuds. 

He’s not so sure if you’re a God or the Devil, but he’s sure he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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[thebearer]

I have a violent mental image of coming home from a girls night after ~a few too many bevvies~ seeing ur hot ass man waiting at home and being like ive literally been wanting to fuck u all night and carmy is like uhh baby youre drunk, we absolutely arent doing that rn, can i offer you a snack perhaps and him dealing w his drunk and now emo girl abt how he wont touch u so he clearly doesnt think ur attractive😭

Carmen had a love hate relationship with your girl's night.

Not in the asshole-jagoff protective "I don't trust my girl" fragile masculinity way, but more so in the- and Carmen meant this in the nicest way, he did- that you were a mess when you were drunk.

He'd offered to pick you up, waiting on the curb outside the restaurant while you hugged and waved your friends goodbye before stumbling over to his car.

"Your Uber's here." Carmen grinned, leaning over to push the door open for you.

"Oh, he's a hot Uber driver, too." You grin, plopping into the seat. "Five stars already." You rasp, your lips hovering over his for a sloppy, sweet kiss.

Carmen's blushing, tasting the wine you drank on your tongue. He can feel the flush in your cheeks, the way your hand threads through the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer and closer to you. You'd been drinking wine, so that meant Carmen was in for a night.

The whole ride home, you were handsy. Carmen nearly crashed the car when you palmed his dick unexpectedly through his jeans, grabbing his groin with a tiny smile.

"C'mon," Carmen's breath hitched, gripping the steering wheel hard. "Let go of me, Angel."

"Don't be mean t'me tonight, Carmy, I missed you." You whined, lip jutting dramatically, head falling against the headrest.

"'m not being mean." Carmen looked over at you pointedly, already seeing your lids droop, the small puffs of air passing out of your lips.

"You are." You grumbled, eyes still closed.

Carmen snorted lightly, but let you rest, slumped against the head rest while he fought his way through Chicago traffic and back to the apartment.

There, you'd seemed to gotten revamped even in your sleepy state. Carmen was helping you out of your clothes, you sprawled out on the bed, letting him shimmy your top off when you wrapped your legs around his hips, locking at the ankles and pushing on his back so he was flush against you.

Carmen grunted, hands bracing by your head to stop him while you laughed wildly. "Hey, Carmy." You smiled, glassy eyes dazzling up at him, bottom lip rolling between your teeth.

"What're you doin'?" Carmen couldn't help but laugh, small and breathy, but you were nothing if not persistent. A woman who knew what she wanted, and Carmen respected that.

"Carmy, I told you." You whined, hands wrapping around his neck. "I missed you tonight." Carmen just laughed. You pouted, head swimming while the room spun around you. "I wanna have sex, Carm."

Carmen snorted at your bluntness, pressing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth, trailing light kisses up your arm so you'd release your grip on him. "How about in the morning? When you're feelin'... better." Better was the last thing you'd be in the morning, Carmen knew that, which is why he set out the Advil already.

"You're no fun, Carm." You pouted dramatically, flopping over on your side, still naked from his failed attempts to put clothes on you.

"Baby, please, let me put your sleep clothes on-"

"-No, it's...it's fine, Carm. I'm hot anyways." You mutter, eyes drooping shut already, snuggled into the soft pillows.

Carmen rolled his eyes, wrestling you under the covers before slipping beside you. He had to turn the other way, away so his back was to yours, hoping and willing his erection to die down so he could sleep. He couldn't help how flustered he got, knowing you were naked next to him, hearing you beg to fuck him. And he would, he would fuck you in the morning, when you were sober and a little hungover, clinging to him and claiming his dick was the best hangover remedy there ever was. But for now, he was just happy you were home here, next to him and asleep.

[emotionoitme]

i bet carmy has the dirtiest mouth when youre sucking his dick. he cannot keep his mouth shut. its just absolutely filthy and almost a little condescending but mixed with praise and its the hottest thing in the world

UGH you know he says the nastiest stuff fr especially when he’s really into it

idk why the thought of him sounding all condescending gets me going LOL

a hot wave of pleasure washes over him as she lowers her mouth back onto him. the muscles of his abdomen flex, covered in a light sheen of sweat, gripping the girl’s hair, pulling it out of the way for her ease of access.

“fuck,” he utters, shifting his hips forward for her to further accommodate him, “you know you look so pretty like this?”

her eyes come to meet his, mouth engulfed over the length of his shaft, gagging herself slightly before pulling off of him. her face and body feel hot, trying to brush off his comment, arousal spreading between her thighs. she gives a wet kiss to his tip with swollen lips then sinks her mouth back onto him.

“that’s it, baby,” he encourages on her way down, “good fuckin’ girl,” voice a growl, pushing her down to take him slightly deeper. she quickly brings her free hand down between her legs, slowly circling the bundle of nerves—between the tone of his voice and the sounds he was making she had found it increasingly difficult to continue without trying to satisfy the intense tingling throughout her body. carmy follows her hand, low rumble of a groan slipping from his lips.

“jesus christ,” he mumbles, feeling her jaw slightly relax around him, watching her pleasure herself. “can’t wait for me to touch ‘ya?” he asks, teeth grit, “hm?” tugging on her hair. she lets out a small wine around his thickness, the slow movement of her fingers continuing, burning under the heat of his gaze. a knot expands in her stomach, other hand gripping onto carmen’s thigh tightly, trying to physically hold on as she swirls her tongue around him.

“you better not make yourself cum,” he threatens, eyes trained on the girl. she feels a quiver jolt through her body, saliva pooling down his cock to his pubic hair, the emitting sounds increasingly obscene. she opens her mouth wide, licking a stripe from the base to the tip, now panting and red-faced from the sensation on her clit, arousal further heightened knowing she was coming up on an orgasm she wasn’t supposed to be. her fingers slip through the wetness of her folds, bucking against her hand, amazed at the sensitivity. she feels a yank to her hair, head tugged back, eyes on carmen’s.

“what i just say?” he questions with a furrow of his brow, jaw set tightly in place. she continues stroking him with her slicked up hand, squeezing.

“i can’t help it,” she whimpers, fingers still circling, “it feels so good, carm,” hearing a throaty grunt rip through the man at her disobedient desperation. her panting cries increase in amplitude, leaning forward and forcing her mouth back down onto him. every nerve electrified, heart pounding in ears.

“that all it take for you to get off?” he asks lowly, “touchin’ yourself while you suck me? so fuckin’ easy,” watching closely as she bobs her head, mouth too full to give anything else than a whine in response. carmy feels himself tumbling towards the edge, hips thrusting up into her mouth, feeling her throat constrict around him. the pace of her fingers accelerate, eyes brimming with tears, body beginning to shake as her orgasm tears through her, sinking down as deeply onto him as she could physically take. his words and tone reverberate through her ears as she falls slightly limp, hand coming to his thigh, allowing the man to use her mouth as he pleases.

“yes,” he strains, fucking into her throat, grabbing as much of her as he can reach. his climax unexpectedly crashes against him in a white hot wave, every muscle in his body tense, shooting his cum into her mouth. his eyes are fixed on her as she graciously accepts his load, swallowing, a glimmer in her eyes.

“you like that, don’t you?” he mutters in a gravelly tone, hand coming to stroke the side of her face, “so good for me, baby,”

she pulls off of his length, eagerly cleaning him off with her tongue, pressing a long kiss to the sensitive head, locking eyes with the man.

“my turn,” a small grin on her face.

[rispwr]

If i were you i'd do me - JK - MDNI - 4

pairings : fuckboy! jk x fem! reader, established relationship, mentions of smart! namjoon x oc, slow burn, enemies to lovers

contents/warninss : fluff, motorrides with jk, semi public sex? unprotected sex, suprisesss

taglist : comment if you wanna be added to my taglists) @crazyovayou @sinfullygay @minghaosimp @pitchblack0309

context : Jungkook, the notorious campus heartbreaker and player, unexpectedly becomes your groupmate alongside Namjoon, the guy you’ve secretly admired for ages. However, it seems your feelings have started shifting from Namjoon to someone else entirely unexpected…

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The air in the small cabin was thick with tension as Jungkook leaned in, his lips grazing mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. I could feel the heat between us intensifying with each second. His hand caressed my cheek before trailing down my neck, sending shivers through my body. Every movement felt electrified, like sparks lighting up every nerve.

I broke the kiss, breathless, whispering, "Jungkook... I need more."

He paused for a moment, eyes darkened with desire, his lips curving into a teasing smile. "In this ferris wheel?" he asked, his voice low, playful, and full of disbelief.

I nodded, my heart racing, feeling bold and unfiltered. "Fuck it, Jeon. Just do it."

His eyes flashed with excitement, and his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer. "Such a naughty girl," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of amusement and lust. His lips crashed against mine again, more fervent this time, our bodies pressed together as the ferris wheel cabin rocked slightly with the movement.

Jungkook's hands began to roam, exploring every inch of me, the touch of his fingertips against my bare skin sending jolts of anticipation through my body. i could feel my thin panty getting damped. i knew well i was inlove with him. 

"kook..please" i whined onto him making him chuckle. "so wet for me" he mutters under his breath as he rubs my clit in circles as his name leaves out of my mouth. "please kook i need you. we can be quick" i begged him, unbuckling his belt. "bend for me baby" he orders me and without hesitation i obey him. feeling his cold touch against my skin as he pulls up my dress revealing my red laced panty with a wet mark on top of it. he palms it teasing me even more "for godsake jungkook just fucking do it!" i grunted with a slight annoyance. "so greedy. hm i love it" he coos. he then slides my panties to the side as he slides into me smoothly, making a loud moan come out of my mouth. "fuck. so tight and wet" he utters with a chuckle, clearly enjoying me bent over with his dick balls deep inside me. "fuck kook im coming" i whine, my eyes rolling back as my back arching back. the ferris wheel cabin was rocking side to side rhythmically with his thrust against me "im gonna cum inside you yeah? you like that?' he grunts "m-mhmm.." i could only humm as i felt his seed release inside me, filling me to the brim. 

Jungkook leaned back against the seat of the Ferris wheel, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. The tension that had been thick between us was finally released, leaving us both in a shared state of bliss. He looked at me with that familiar mischievous smile as he reached for my dress, gently tugging it back into place. His touch was soft, almost tender, as if he was savoring every second we had shared.

“You okay?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I nodded, still trying to catch my breath, my heart racing from everything that had just happened. I felt a rush of warmth in my chest as I looked into his eyes, the connection between us undeniable. There was something about being with him that made me feel alive in ways I couldn’t explain.

“Let’s go. You need to pee,” he chuckled softly, a playful glint in his eye.

I laughed, feeling the need to relieve myself too after all the excitement. “Yeah… I guess I do,” I replied, still flushed.

We gathered ourselves and exited the Ferris wheel, the air outside feeling cooler now that the adrenaline was wearing off. The world around us had resumed its normal pace, but everything still felt different—like it was just the two of us in our own little bubble.

Once we got back to his bike, Jungkook handed me the helmet again, his hands lingering on mine for a moment. “At my house?” he asked, his tone casual, but there was something deeper in his gaze.

“Sure,” I smiled, my heart fluttering at the thought of spending more time with him. There was something about Jungkook that made everything feel exciting, like every moment with him was an adventure.

The ride to his house was just as exhilarating as the one before, but now there was an added layer of intimacy between us, a shared secret that only we knew. I held onto him tightly, feeling the warmth of his body through the leather jacket he had insisted I wear earlier.

When we finally pulled up to his place, he helped me off the bike, his hands lingering on my waist for just a moment longer than necessary. “Come on in,” he said, unlocking the door and holding it open for me.

His apartment was cozy, with the kind of effortless style that was uniquely his. I had been here before, but everything felt different now, more intimate, as if this was no longer just his space but ours, even if just for tonight.

“Here, you can wear this,” Jungkook said, tossing me one of his oversized shirts. “I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable in this.”

I took the shirt, smiling as I ran my fingers over the fabric. “Thanks,” I replied, already feeling more at home with him.

“I’ll be in the living room. Take your time,” he said, giving me a wink before heading off to the couch.

I started heading toward the bathroom when I bumped into someone. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here, so I looked up, surprised to see a girl standing there.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, stepping back awkwardly.

The girl looked at me with a curious expression before raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, who are you?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing edge. “Another chick of Jungkook’s?”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I found myself fumbling for an answer. “Uh… no, I’m his friend,” I replied, the words sounding hollow even to me. The way she had said "chick" stung, and for a moment, I questioned what I really was to Jungkook.

She eyed me for a moment, and then a smirk spread across her face. “Clearly too pretty to be just a friend,” she said, her tone softening as if she was trying to reassure me. “Just tell me if he hurts you, okay?”

I nodded, unsure of how to respond. “Thanks…”

She chuckled, leaning against the wall as if to make small talk. “Oh, wait, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” I said quietly, feeling more self-conscious than ever.

Her eyes widened slightly in recognition, and she muttered something under her breath. “Ohhh… so you’re the one he talks about a lot then.”

I blinked, caught off guard by her words. “What?” I asked, pretending I didn’t hear her clearly.

“Oh, nothing,” she quickly covered, giving me a mischievous smile. “Just… it’s nice to finally meet you. Enjoy your stay here, feel at home,” she added before heading off.

I stood there for a moment, replaying her words in my head. The one he talks about a lot? What did that mean? My heart fluttered with a mixture of hope and confusion. Was Jungkook really talking about me to others? The thought made my stomach flip, but I couldn’t dwell on it for too long. I had to remind myself that we were just friends, even if tonight had felt like so much more than that.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom, trying to shake off the lingering doubts. When I returned, Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his eyes flicking over to me.

“Yeah,” I replied, feeling a little flustered after my encounter with his sister.

“You sure?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing something was off.

I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to bring it up. “I ran into your sister,” I finally said, sitting down next to him on the couch.

Jungkook chuckled. “Ah, don’t mind her. She likes to mess with people.”

I laughed softly, feeling a little more at ease. “Yeah, I figured.”

He turned toward me, his expression softening as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about her,” he said, his voice low and comforting. “She means well. And besides…” he added, leaning in closer, “you’re way more than just a ‘chick’ to me.”

Jungkook chuckled as he sat up on the bed, the playful banter between him and his sister echoing in my ears. I couldn’t help but laugh, still feeling a bit flustered from our earlier moment and my encounter with Jina. The teasing from her had stung a little, but Jungkook’s reassurances were enough to melt away any doubts.

"Thanks," I said, chuckling softly as I shook my head.

Jungkook’s eyes lingered on me for a moment, and then, with a smirk, he asked, “Wanna go to my room? If you want, I can sleep on the floor.”

His offer was sweet, but the idea of him sleeping on the floor felt wrong after everything we had shared tonight. I looked at him, a little shy but still feeling bold enough to respond.

“No, no… it’s alright. We can... sleep... together on the bed,” I said, my words coming out more hesitant than I intended.

Jungkook’s smirk widened into a grin, his playful nature shining through as he teased, “Okay.”

Before we could move, we both heard Jina's voice yelling from down the hallway, loud enough for us to hear, “Don’t be too loud, you lovebirds!”

I covered my face with my hands, completely embarrassed, while Jungkook shot back, “Mind your own business, Jina!”

Her laugh rang out in response, and I couldn't help but giggle too. “You guys are like me and Hoseok,” I chuckled, still trying to calm my nerves.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Are you guys siblings?”

I smiled, shaking my head. “I wish. But no, he's my best friend since diapers. My mother and his mother are best friends, and he kind of became my mom’s son after Auntie… died.” I trailed off, the weight of the memory still heavy, but I gave him a soft smile to show that it was okay.

Jungkook’s expression softened, his eyes filled with sympathy. “Oh… I’m sorry—”

“It’s alright,” I cut him off, offering him a reassuring smile.

Jungkook nodded, understanding that it was a sensitive topic but knowing not to push further. Instead, he reached out and gave my hand a gentle squeeze, a silent gesture that said more than words could.

Finally, we made our way to his bedroom. It was simple but cozy, with a few personal touches here and there—a couple of posters, some framed photos on the nightstand, and the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. I felt a wave of comfort wash over me as I entered the space. It was so distinctly Jungkook, and it made me feel at ease.

We both climbed into the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under our weight. There was a comforting silence between us as we settled in, side by side. The night had been long and full of surprises, and now, as we lay there in the quiet of his room, it felt like everything had come full circle.

Jungkook turned toward me, his voice soft and gentle as he whispered, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine, his breath warm against my ear. I felt a flutter in my chest, the kind that only happens when you're so close to someone you care about. It was intimate in the most innocent of ways, and I smiled as I whispered back, “Goodnight.”

For a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the night settle in. Everything had been so surreal—riding on his bike through the city, the Ferris wheel, the fireworks, the way he had looked at me like I was the only person in the world. And now, here we were, side by side, the space between us filled with an unspoken understanding.

I turned slightly, my eyes finding his in the dim light. Jungkook’s face was relaxed, his eyes half-closed as if he was on the verge of falling asleep, but there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He seemed content, and I couldn’t help but feel the same.

The bed was warm, and the quiet hum of the night surrounded us like a blanket. As I watched him, I felt something deep within me shift—a realization, maybe. It was something I hadn’t quite understood before, but now, as I lay here beside him, it was becoming clearer. I was happy with him. Truly happy. There was something about Jungkook that made me feel safe, like I could be myself without fear or hesitation.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but in this moment, none of that mattered. All that mattered was the here and now, the feeling of being close to someone who cared for me, someone who made me feel alive.

Jungkook shifted slightly, and his hand found mine under the covers, his fingers intertwining with mine in a way that felt so natural, so right. I squeezed his hand gently, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Sleep well,” he murmured, his voice barely audible as he finally closed his eyes.

“You too,” I whispered back, my heart swelling with a quiet joy.

As the night wore on and the world outside grew quieter, I felt myself drifting off, lulled by the comfort of Jungkook’s presence beside me. It wasn’t long before sleep took over, and I found myself sinking into a peaceful slumber, knowing that whatever came next, we would face it together.

In that moment, everything felt perfect.

You stirred awake to the sound of a phone ringing, groggy and still wrapped in the warmth of sleep. Instinctively, you reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand, but it wasn’t your phone that was ringing. You blinked, realizing the sound was coming from Jungkook’s phone, which was lying on the other side of the bed.

Confused, you picked it up without thinking, eyes squinting at the unfamiliar number flashing on the screen. Before you could process what you were doing, your thumb had already swiped across the screen, answering the call.

"Kookie, baby, I miss you. Can I come over?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut, freezing you in place. The soft, syrupy voice on the other end of the line was unmistakably familiar. It wasn't the tone or the pitch, but the intimacy. A voice that spoke to him in a way you’d never heard before, a name that rolled off her tongue so effortlessly.

Your heart dropped, and the phone slipped from your trembling hand, landing silently on the bed. For a moment, the room felt like it was spinning, the weight of the words pressing down on your chest until it hurt to breathe.

Tears began to pool in your eyes, and before you could stop them, they were slipping down your cheeks, leaving hot, wet trails. You glanced at Jungkook, still fast asleep next to you, his arm loosely draped over your waist, his expression so peaceful, so unaware of the turmoil now raging inside of you.

How could he? How could he do this? After everything you’d shared, after last night—the intimacy, the tenderness—you thought it meant something.

But now, you weren’t sure of anything.

You slowly lifted Jungkook’s heavy arm off of you, gently replacing yourself with a pillow. Your heart was breaking with every small movement, but you couldn’t stay here. Not after hearing that. Not after realizing that maybe, to him, you were just another girl. Just a fling.

You slid out of bed, careful not to make any noise. Every breath felt heavy, every step agonizingly slow. You gathered your clothes from the floor and slipped them on quietly, your mind racing, replaying the voice on the phone, the sickening feeling growing stronger with each passing second.

With your heart in pieces and tears still falling, you picked up your phone, quickly typing a message to Hoseok.

"Seok, can you call the driver to pick me up? I'll send you the address."

You hit send and grabbed the rest of your belongings, all while trying to keep your breathing steady. You just needed to get out. You couldn’t face him. Not now.

As you crept toward the door, you opened it as silently as possible, but as soon as you stepped into the hallway, you ran into Jina, Jungkook's sister. She looked at you, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" she asked, her tone genuinely concerned. "It’s oddly early for you to be leaving."

You tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Oh—uh, I’ve got to go home. My brother called me,” you lied, hoping it sounded convincing.

Jina nodded slowly, though she didn’t look entirely convinced. “Alright... Get home safely, okay?”

You forced another smile and nodded, murmuring a soft, “Thanks,” before quickly making your way past her. You couldn’t linger any longer, not when every moment in this house felt like a betrayal, like your heart was being torn apart piece by piece.

Stepping outside, the early morning air hit you, crisp and cool, but it did little to calm the storm inside of you. You stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the driver, trying to keep yourself together. Your phone vibrated in your hand, and you saw the reply from Hoseok.

"Where are you? I'll have Mr. Kim come get you."

You quickly sent your location and shoved your phone back into your pocket. Your body was trembling, your mind still racing with thoughts of Jungkook, of the voice on the phone, of everything you thought you were to him.

Minutes later, the car pulled up, and Mr. Kim rolled down the window. “Y/N, are you alright?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded quickly, though the tears streaming down your face betrayed your answer. “Yeah… thanks for asking,” you whispered, getting into the car and sinking into the seat.

As the car pulled away from Jungkook's house, you stared out of the window, watching the world blur by, your heart aching with every mile that took you farther from him. Tears fell freely now, and you didn’t bother wiping them away. You felt so utterly foolish, so used. How could you have let yourself fall for him? How could you have believed, even for a second, that you were anything more than just another girl in his life?

Your phone vibrated again, this time with messages from Jungkook.

"Y/N? Where are you?"

"Jina told me you left. Why?"

"Are you getting home safe?"

"Y/N, I’m sorry."

"Please answer me." 

"jina told me you went to your brother. you can't fool me. you don't have a brother"

"y/n please let me explain who called"

You shut off the phone, unable to handle the pain. You didn’t want to hear his excuses. You didn’t want to hear whatever lies he would come up with. You just wanted to be far away from him, from the heartbreak, from the confusion. You shut your eyes, trying to block out everything, hoping that maybe, just maybe, this would hurt less in the morning. But deep down, you knew that wasn’t true.

[sugudollz]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Sucking Satoru’s cock for his birthday!

MDNI!! Sucking cock :3. He fucks your throat. Kind of rough. He grabs your hair. He cums on your chest. “Princess”, “baby”, “good girl”. Dacryphilia. Okay I don’t know what I was doing this is probably all incorrect lmaooo I just cooked this up real quick for his birthday yay also not proofread.

Satoru loves when you suck his cock. He loves feeling your tongue glide along his shaft and to his tip, pressing a gentle kiss on the area before kitten licking it. And the way you look on your knees, peering up at him through your wet lashes, he could just finish on the spot.

As Satoru sits on the sofa with his legs spread wide, you’re hovering over his lap as you kiss his neck slowly with your pretty lips. In the process, your lip gloss makes a stain on his pale skin, not that he minds. You move your hand to run it across his undercut, your palm caressing the short, spiky, cut hairs. Satoru unintentionally moans at the feeling, despite it not being much. Perhaps he’s just extra needy today?

Satoru brings his hands down to hold on tightly to his your hips. He shuts his eyes closed, biting down on his bottom lip already, and while he’s distracted, you lower your hands down to the clear bulge in his sweats. Your sly actions catch Satoru’s attention and he immediately opens his eyes to look at you, who’s palming his aching cock through his sweatpants.

“Lemme make you feel good, ‘Toru,” you say innocently, but the way your eyes are looking at him and the way your hands are deliberately teasing the outline of his hardened dick through the useless fabric. “For your birthday.”

And that’s how you ended up here; your knees are on a pliable pillow to stop your knees from aching because of the hard floor. Your tongue licks a long, slow stripe of his shaft, your hands playing with his balls, making Satoru almost a moaning mess from just your mouth.

“B-baby, please…” Satoru whines when you ghost your lips over his tip and blow a cold breeze over it. He’s squirming under your touch, his lower abdomen tying knots on itself from your cruel teasing.

You look up at him through your pretty lashes, and if looks could kill, Satoru would be so feet under by now just by daring to look down at you.

After minutes of teasing him with drawn out, lengthy licks of your tongue, you unexpectedly take him fully in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your mouth, causing you to gag and Satoru’s breath hitches from the sensation. As if on instinct, his hand flys to your head and clutches tightly onto your hair, yet you keep bobbing your head up and down his pretty cock.

Satoru throws his head back against the sofa again, biting down on his bottom lip because of the overwhelming feeling of your warm mouth envelope his aching dick, reminding him of the way your tight walls would take in his cock whole from the neediness.

“Shit, Princess, your mouth… h-hah—fuck!” Satoru pants as he closes his eyes, pretty white lashes fluttering shut. Despite coming undone, Satoru keeps his hand on your head and continues to encourage you to keep going. “W-wait, baby—“ Satoru inhales deeply as sweat begins to form on his forehead from the insanely good feeling of your mouth.

As you move your mouth up and down on his dick, you’re doing your best to not let your teeth scrape his sensitive cock. Satoru is breathing heavily, but when you pull his cock out of his mouth, his eyes go wide and his head snaps down to see what the problem was. However, you’re just swirling your skilled tongue around his dick, leaving trails of your saliva around the area.

After that, you begin peppering kisses from his balls to his tip again. Here, you peer up at him again, and he makes eye contact with you. The sight of your pretty eyes looking at him innocently almost makes him blow his load all over your gorgeous face, but surprisingly he’s able to hold himself back and allows you to lower your mouth on his cock while keeping eye contact.

Your eyes begin to water from the feeling of the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat, your brows furrowing but you continue to take him in your mouth without slipping his cock out. Tears begin to fall from your lash line, adorning your beautiful skin with them. You’re looking up at Satoru, and when he looks back down at you, he feels his orgasm nearing from just the view. The view of tears staining your cheeks, your eyebrows knitting together and creating a crease between them, your pretty plump lips around his dick…

Satoru can’t help but think, shit, you’re fucking stunning when you cry.

“Baby,” he breathes, “I’m gonna fuck your throat. That okay?” Satoru asks, mustering everything he has to not fuck his cup into your throat. You hum and the vibration has him shivering, so he grabs on tightly to your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail, and fuck his fat cock down your throat. He’s thrusting his hips in and out of your mouth, and you moan yourself just from the taste of his dick.

From your moan causing a vibration on his cock, the knot in his abdomen unties and he’s quick to tap on your cheek, catching your attention.

“Princess, take your shirt off,” Satoru says breathily, pulling out of your mouth. You’re confused, but you do as he says anyways, and lift your shirt over your head. He’s stroking his dick when you take your shirt off, but when he sees your pretty boobs exposed in all its glory, he moves his duck towards your chest and cums all over your plump tits.

Satoru is panting uncontrollably, biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood while his finish paints your chest white with his cum.

It’s a long process and it’s heavy, almost like he’s been desperate for such a good suck for so long. However, when he’s finished, he opens his eyes to see a pretty you with his mark all over you.

Smirking, Satoru straightens his posture and leans down to face you, who sits on the floor between his legs. He grabs your jaw and brings your head closer to his before smashing his lips onto yours. It’s nasty and it’s sloppy, the way your drool slips out of your mouth and mixes with his.

Satoru’s tongue makes its way past your lips, intertwining with yours, and he’s able to taste himself in your mouth. It’s disgusting, really.

After a few seconds, Satoru pulls away to admire the mess you made of yourself. He brushes a strand of your loose hair away from your lovely face and plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Such a good girl f’me,” Satoru smiles adoringly at you as he speaks in the most caring voice you’ve ever heard from him. “Best birthday present ever. Thank you, Princess,”

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[hesbambi]

attention.

❝ beg for it. ❞

pairing; mark lee x (f) reader

genre/warnings; pure filthy smut, profanity, daddy mark,mark teasing you, you being desperate (the usual), finger sucking, thigh riding, making out, hints of sadism (?), dry humping, mark calling you good girl

summary; mark is not the saint everyone paints him out to be. you’re surprised at his reaction to your need of his affection. 

word count; 980

authors note; i know i said i wouldn’t be writing… i didn’t! this is something i’ve had for a while that just needed some freshening up! hope you all enjoy ;) if i have any misspellings it's bc im editing this at 3 am....

YOU LOVED ATTENTION.

it was a natural thing for you to yearn for. what you didn’t really expect was for you to beg for it. while meeting mark, you underestimated the power he has over you. unintentionally, his charm and charisma lured you in unexpectedly.

mark is sweet, kind, and well-rounded. never would you have assumed that “tease” would be a word to describe him.

you sat on his lap, arms around his neck and teasingly biting his lips. ceasing your makeout session at random times to tease him even further. your knees squeeze closer around his waist while his hand's sliver down from your hips to your thighs. he grunts every time you scoot closer to his crotch, his visible hard-on pressing against your clothed core.

breaking your lips apart from his, you rest your hands on his knees, leaning back to catch air while closing your eyes. slightly panting at the intensity of the contact of lips. mark opens his legs wider, hands back on your waist. squeezing your hips with the desperation to be in you, he sits back more comfortably while he rests back against the couch.

his hand slivers up to your throat, bringing you face to face with him. the last thing you hear is a gravelly “god fucking damn,” before your body buzzes again. mark brings your lips against him, smothering you in his taste. closing your eyes you feel nothing but a dopamine rush throughout your veins and your pussy pulsing to have mark on you. your body seems to be burning every second mark touches you. his hand lays against the back of your neck, somehow pushing your lips even further into his. teeth clash into one another but neither of you pays no mind.

you don’t notice the whimpering noises in your throat– not so subtly made– or your core trying to push against mark’s jean-clad cock. you do though– notice mark's tilting smirk that edges you on further to let him roll his tongue into you. a guttural groan breaks the thin air. “fuck baby,” mark breaks away after noticing the way your hips try to push against his cock even more, almost like you were instinctively searching for him.

“more mark p-please more,” you exclaim while gripping his static hands on your hips. you needed him, and badly, desperately, like your brain or body is unable to function without his dick in you. heat rising from your tummy while waiting for mark to take you to his room.

“beg for it.”

startled at the way he sounded, demanding and absorbed in his own arousal. he doesn’t wait for your response, only moving you onto one of his thighs.

“know how much you like attention baby, better give me a good show.”

you say nothing other than whimper at his command, too desperate to at least feel something, even if it were his thigh. your underwear is nothing but a shield against his rough jeans. huffing at the difficulty to get off– even if you were still being stimulated– it wasn't enough. you needed mark. “please please mark,” you beg, hand scratching against his abs while the other tries to touch his hand.

“you better get off my thigh or you’re not getting anything at all,” mark swats your hands away and settles his hands on your hips once again. tears form from the frustration. mark knew, no matter what you tried to do, you can’t get off without him. he says nothing after, only leaning back and observing you in amusement and need. wetness seeps through your panties and onto his thigh, making the air thicker between you two as you both glance and acknowledge your wetness.

mark was on edge. he loved seeing you this way– desperate, trying to get off with no avail. he was edging himself along with you, palming his achy and leaking cock. groaning, he couldn’t wrap his head at how beautiful you looked. tears dampening your eyelashes, cheeks heated up and legs tense from the frustration.

he says nothing as he tenses up his thigh, enjoying the way you throw your head back in relief he's giving you something. you rock your pussy against him faster, almost bouncing on him, gripping his shoulders as mark traces your lips. spending a few seconds circling, entering his pointer and middle finger into your mouth to make you gag.

becoming breathless from not only the intrusion but the euphoria you feel head to toe. fastening your actions, bubbling in the excitement that you finally get to come. at least, that's what you think until you hear mark utter, “don’t come yet.”

you’d be embarrassed to see yourself in your haze of arousal, begging more than you would ever admit. sucking on mark’s fingers like it was the actual object you longed for, letting him gag you with his fingers and spanking you heavy-handedly.

“say thank you,” mark states, gripping your chin to bring your face closer to his. his fingers still in your mouth, you moan at the heat rampaging throughout your body, tingling all the right nerves for release. impatiently, he lets go of your chin and slaps your behind again, urging you to say the words. you don’t waste any more time, knowing his command is all you need to let go.

“thank you, daddy, th-”

“good girl. let go for me baby,” mark utters breathily, teeth clenching while watching you shake on his lap. moans spilling out, increasing in pitch as you cum. laying flat against his chest, catching your breath, and wiping away the tears from your eyes. mark kisses you on your forehead, resting against you.

“did so well baby, feelin’ okay?” he asks. nodding your head, you slither your hand against his bulge. mark groans out in surprise, giving you a questioning look.

“thought i’m supposed to give you a show, daddy?”

[hitoshilover]

roommate

directory | masterlist

pairing: timeskip!tsutomu goshiki x fem!reader

summary: you were tired of your roommate leaving the house a mess, so you decided to confront him- though you were greeted with an unexpected sexual tension.

warnings: heavy switch themes, soft dom!goshiki, vibrator, oral (male receiving), fingering, “pretty,” orgasm denial, penetration, deepthroating, handjob, blowjob, nipple clasps, restraints (belt), nipple play, heavy making out, brat!goshiki, edging, arguing for like 5 seconds, hickeys

wc: 2.3K

a/n: once again, a gift for my friend @crayooongle !! the #1 tsutomu lover. and also another long one. it’s a bit all over the place and ambitious, so sorry for that. ntm, not proofred 😖 so proceed with caution LOL!!

it was friday, the 5th time this week your roommate came home late this week. 11 pm. he glanced around the dormroom, noticing the dishes he left in the sink this morning, the crumbs he left on the counter, and the pizza box from last night still on the couch. he was a bit surprised as you usually would clean up the room, but he was too tired to even react. he moved through the mess to find you laying on his bed. you wore a baggy grey graphic-tee with dolphin shorts hidden beneath. you laid in the middle of his bed, nonchalantly looking up at him from your phone.

“so when were you planning on fixing up the house, tsutomu?”

“man,” he wiped his forehead, bothered by your confrontational attitude.

he’d been so busy hanging out with friends or working that he always left his mess for you to live in. he never asked you to clean it, but no one likes to live in a dirty house, and you were fed up with his shit.

“well?”

“‘well’ what? i’m tired, get off my bed, please. im going to sleep.”

“no,” you responded, stubbornly. you crossed your arms, placing your phone atop your chest.

“alright then.”

the purple haired boy climbed into bed, filling the small space to the right of you.

“can i have some blanket,” he looked over, “you’re laying on top of it.”

you didn’t even make eye contact, “no.”

he tried to tug on the black quilt beneath you, but he couldn’t get enough blanket, “bro, can you fucking move?”

tsutomu never cursed at you, or had attitude. his sharp words sliced your heart with rage.

“can you fucking clean the dorm,” you turned over now, propping yourself a bit up on your right elbow to look at him.

“what is with your damn attitude?”

without even thinking, you climbed on top of him, “if you at least wiped down the counters, or thrown your trash out before you left in the morning, to do god knows what- or who, i wouldn’t have an attitude, tsutomu, think about that?”

you two locked eyes, both pissed at each other. an awkward, angry, silence filled the air. a tension grew between you two, and it wasn’t only rage- rather lust?

tsutomu unexpectedly grabbed your face, sloppily making out with you for a brief moment.

“shit,” he pulled away, shocked by his own actions, “s-“

you interrupted him and leaned back into the kiss, tsutomu let out sweet moans into your mouth.

you and tsutomu never really discussed anything sexual, you’d only met since your college had co-ed dorms; you were forced into it, as dorming was required. sometimes you’d hear him bring over a girl, and touch yourself to his whiny moans- but the morning after you would both pretend it didn’t happen. though, you were curious as to what exactly made him so whiny, and how you could make him melt like that.

you pulled away, watching him try to catch his breath as you lowered yourself down to his crotch. you touched his clothed dick softly; he gasped at your contact.

“fuck,” he breathed out heavily.

you softly caressed his hard dick, eyeing him as his head fell back.

after a while of teasing him, you pulled down his black pants to reveal the shadow of his length through his grey boxers.

“so you like to be yelled at,” you looked up at him, laughing a little.

“oh shut up,” he rolled his eyes at you.

“i wont, but you will,” you glared at him, then at his dick.

now, pulling down his grey boxers. his dick popped out, twitching and already leaking pre. he was easy to please, you noted. his hands caressed your hair as you lowered your mouth to his cock, leaving soft kisses on his tip; you swirled your tongue on it and watched as he fell into absolute lust for you.

“aw,” you lifted your head, smiling, “are you done being a little brat now?”

“are you done talking back,” he questioned.

tsutomu tightened his grip on your head, pushing you down on his 7 inches. he didn’t move your head, just watched your face stay still, trying not to gag on him as he’d softly move his dick around in your mouth

after about a minute, he lifted your head up, “so you’re done,” tsutomu teased.

you didn’t appreciate his attitude, or the way he was able to take advantage of you like that; consequently, you lifted yourself up onto your knees. you pulled off your baggy shirt and tossed it to the side of the bed, revealing your pretty tits. tsutomu’s face immediately was red, he looked away a little flustered and embarrassed.

you reached down to grab his soft face, turning him towards you, “you can look at me, don’t you usually?”

tsutomu thought he was slick, that he was good at hiding his face when he watched you leave in skin tight clothing to go out. his favorite was this black minidress, you always wore dark red panties with it and couldn’t wear a bra since you didn’t have a strapless and it would show. your ass peeked out beneath it, and your nipples poked out through the halter top.

now, tsutomu was able to watch your tits without the restriction of your clothes.

he eyed your chest as you slid down your pants, remaining straddled on top of him. you moved your hands onto his dick, your pace immediately being quick.

“ffuck,” he watched your tits bounce as you touched him so lustfully, “don’t stop, please.”

and so, you stopped, staring at his dick twitch, leaking of pre.

“please,” he finally looked up at your face.

you shook your head, “if you really wanted it you’d beg for it, cmon.”

“i need you,” he grabbed your wrist to move your hands to his dick, “please, i need to finish. i need it.”

“fine, baby,” you responded.

“mm,” he whined, his face forming a desperate and needy expression as you stroked his cock with your nail.

“aren’t you cute like this,” you smiled, teasingly.

as his dick twitched in response, leaking even more pre; you grasped his dick like before, slowly sliding it up and down his sticky cock. you notice tsutomu getting closer, and so you bent down to kiss his tip, swirling your tongue around it a bit too before coming back up.

this was enough to send him over the edge, “fuck, i’m cumming,” he cried out.

cum squirted on your chest and stomach, he was a bit embarrassed by the mess he made by you- especially since he was being a brat earlier. he whined as he came, and his soft moans filled up the room.

“good job,” you watched his body squirm for more.

before he could recover from his orgasm, you moved back some and leaned down, allowing your whole throat to take in his dick- on your accord this time. tsutomu’s hips bucked up, his dick slamming to the back of your throat.

“shiit,” his eye’s widened, shocked by the sudden pleasure.

you bopped your head up and down, he squirmed around and so you gripped onto his body to hold him in place.

soon enough he was close again, “aah- im close, close, pretty.”

you lifted your head, shaking side to side, “don’t cum,” and immediately went back to his dick.

tsutomu really tried, he did, but there was something about the way you maintained eye contact and made fun of him that turned him on so much. it turned him on so much that he couldn’t hold back his orgasm, and so, without warning he came all inside your mouth.

you looked up, extremely pissed at him, “i asked you for one thing, tsutomu.”

“i know, i know,” he whined, still squirming.

“since we don’t know how to fucking listen,” you lifted yourself off the bed, “i’m done.”

tsutomu’s eyes widened, “no no, please, i’ll listen,” he got up, pulling off the rest off his boxers and pants, in an attempt to stop you from leaving.

you’d never had anyone so desperate for you before, though you’d never seen tsutomu in this way before- you began to think about it.

once again, your roommate grabbed your face, kissing you, “i’ll make you feel good, please,” he looked at you as he pulled away.

“fine then,” you dismissed him nonchalantly, although there was nothing nonchalant about how his desperate tone made your pussy ache.

tsutomu pulled you back into the kiss, this time turning you on the bed. you sat down at the edge, his back bent to make out with you. eventually he began to kiss the rest of your exposed body, he left hickeys all over and sucked on your tits for a little bit.

once he made way to your pussy, he spread your legs open, your embarrassingly wet hole twitching.

“how cute,” he looked up at you, teasing.

“shut up, tsutomu.”

“i wont,” he mocked, “but you will.”

and immediately tsutomu began to shove two fingers into you, causing you to jump a bit from pleasure. he moved at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“tsutomu,” you breathed out, so desperate for more- just like how you had him earlier.

“yes, pretty,” his soft eyes looked up at you.

“faster,” you replied, accompanied by a long whine.

“beg for it,” he smiled smugly, he loved that you were eating your words.

“fuck, tsomu,” you furrowed your brows in frustration.

his expression didn’t change, just waiting for you to beg as his pace remained constant.

you gave in, “tsomu, please. i need you, please, fast-“

he cut you off by dramatically increasing his pace, your back arched and you threw your head back rolling your eyes.

you grinded yourself on his hand, so needy for every single inch of his finger.

“tsomu, shit,” you grabbed his wrist, the pleasure of his slender fingers was becoming so much.

“i thought you wanted it faster,” he lifted his brow, “but i can go slower-?”

“no, no, no no,” you begged him not to, you need him, his quick pace.

he did maintain his pace, and made sure his fingers reached as deep into you as possible. but, when he noticed you began to become quieter, your moans becoming more drawn out and your head remaining thrown back, he pulled away.

“tsomuuu,” you frowned.

“if i couldn’t earlier, you can’t.”

his tone was stern, maintaining eye contact as he stood up. he lifted his shirt and went on to give attention to your lips. your hands lifted to his face, all needy for him, desperate for his cock to be inside you.

“i need it,” your right hand moved to his cock.

“not yet pretty,” he kissed your forehead, turning to open the drawer in his nightstand.

as you waited for him, your left hand reached to softly graze your nipple, yearning for some sort of pleasure.

tutsomu placed a black box atop his nightstand full of toys; you noticed as you peeked up. he took out a belt, vibrator, and since he noticed you touching your tits, he grabbed some nipple clasps. he placed everything to the side, and your face was a bit shocked, so to distract you he made out with you slowly moving your entire body down onto the bed and lowering you down.

“it’s okay,” he assured you as lifted himself up to grab the belt.

tsomu pulled your wrists together, down to your stomach, tying the belt.

you’ve dommed before, and other kinky stuff, but typically your vanilla. from the other room you would hear sounds of vibrators and chains, his experience made you feel safe, and turned you on so much.

he placed the nipple clasps onto you as you laid down, they had heart charms dangling from them and were crystal. you winced from the pain.

“it’s okay, pretty. you’re okay,” he softly comforted.

tsutomu positioned his cock in front of your aching pussy, just rubbing it on you. he loved the way you squirmed and whined for him, just as he was earlier for you.

“want it, pretty,” he asked.

“please.”

he slammed himself into you, grabbing onto your waist. your back arched upward as your fingers clenched into fists. tsutomu let his dick twitch inside you for a few moments, he groaned as your pussy clamped down on him.

he began to move in and out of you, heavy breaths taking up the space around you both. as tsutomu noticed you getting close, he picked up the vibrator and pulled out of you. he inserted it inside of you and put it on the lowest setting.

“again,” your were so frustrated, you needed to cum. you hated when he went slow.

“yes, again.”

tsutomu grabbed your face, kissing you; his dick rubbing on your stomach, providing him some pleasure. you tried to reach your hands to your pussy, and he noticed. in response, he pushed your hands away, still kissing you, and rubbed circles on your clit.

“mmph,” is all you could let out in response.

“you wanna cum, pretty?”

“mm, mhm,” you nodded through the kiss.

he pulled away, removing the vibrator from inside you and placing it on your clit as he entered you once more.

tsutomus pace began to pick up, and you desperately grinded on his dick. this time, he let you cum. you cried out his name and threw your head back.

he repeatedly thrusted in you as you came and even after, you squirmed from the overstimulation. it only took a few more thrusts until he pulled out and came all over your stomach.

“tsutomuu,” you whined, looking up at him.

he leaned down to kiss your cheek, “you okay?”

you nodded, still attempting to catch your breath. he wiped you down with a towel from behind his door, and slid your clothes back on you. he dressed himself after, and rested next to you, covering you both with blanket.

you looked over, “you still need to clean the dorm.”

he laughed, “i know, i am sorry.”

“i accept your apology, tsomu.”

he watched as your eyes began to flutter shut, he twirled your hair.

“goodnight pretty.”

“goodnight, tsomu.”

[ariasakka]

9s NSFW headcannons

Watched Neir Automata last week couldn’t stop thinking about nines so I had to write this.

Written from a female reader perspective but I’m uploading one from a male reader pov too. Will be linked at the end of this post. <3

Nsfw, MDNI, 18+, female reader

600 words

Pussy obsessed. Face sitting. He loves it. Loves lightly fingering you while he’s licking your clit. 9s LOVES eating pussy he could drown in it. He could do it for hours. He could cum to just grinding into the sheets while eating you out alone.

Nines has body worship kink. Both giving and receiving. Light bondage, he's more happy to indulge you in doing it to him.

Guiding you through touching yourself. He likes the idea of watching you touch yourself in front of him. He’ll clean you up with his tongue after you finish. He’s a big talker so he loves talking you through touching yourself. Especially loves teasing you. Both while guiding you through masturbation or during sex. Though I do see him as a big switch I see him loving how obedient you get for him when he wants you to.

Loves cuddling. Gets turned on by romantic acts that involve touch, like cuddling, hugging, etc.

Switch. Switch. Switch! Big switch energy form him honestly. He loves being called a good boy whether or not he’s topping or bottoming. “Am I being a good boy for you?”

Conflicted I see him either loving taking his time and fucking very very slow or I see him having the tendency to go too fast during sex getting carried away so you’ll have to tell him to slow down if you need. “Be a good boy and slow down.”

His type; Big ass man. If you got ass you’re his type. Loves quiet black cat girls. If you’re intimidating and quiet he immediately is mezmorized by you. Bonus points if once you get to know each other you turn into a big softie around him. When you’re being all cute and soft with him it only makes him want to dom and tease you more. But since you can also be intimidating it’s oh so hot when you’re the one taking charge aswell.

Doesn’t think about having a mommy kink but if you ask him to call you mommy or ma’am it’ll turn him on a lot

Loves quiet girls. Loves how shy you get when he’s eating you out, grabbing you pussy unexpectedly, or dominating you. But when you get bold and needy he submits fast. He loves it when you pull his collar.

Pegging. Honestly I think he wants it. He’ll beg you to peg him just to feel more submissive underneath you. While he’s getting fucked he can’t help but babble “I’m a good boy, fuck, I’m good, good boy, your good boy, I’m your good boy!” He’ll beg you to give him permission to cum even though you never told him he needed to do that.

Nines I can see having a quite high sex drive but he won’t push you to have sex more than you want. I can see 9s very casually throughout the day being very touchy with you. Casually groping your ass, tits, cunt. Whispering dirty things into your ear just for fun. To tease you. He could eat you out multiple times a day if you wanted and he’d enjoy it. He could never get enough. I could only see him being able to last two rounds with his dick involved before getting too sensitive to touch but he would be more than happy with doing anything to you multiple times on end. In fact he wants it. Needs it. Craves it. If you’re not into his daily dirty teases and pleads he’ll tone down. He never wants to make you uncomfortable.

Nines is very bossy and sassy but he’ll listen to whatever you say at the same time.

Pet names he gets turned in by. Nines, good boy, pretty boy, my baby.

Male reader version