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[muffinrag]

testosterone at 642 ng/dL :3

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 | DOM!TOMAS VRBADA - SMUT EDITION

☆🧸TW: ftm reader, daddykink, v!sex, facesitting, fingering, masturbation, aggressive sex, husband x husband, afab anatomy, nicknames, praise, degradation, hard!dom tomas, punishment, oral (f!re), blowjob, breeding, size kink.

☆🧸A/N: I just love the 'dom!tomas' concept seriously- he looks so good being tough. Anyway, I hope you like it! and please tag me in the fanfic if you write it I would love to read it! (all of you who make ftm x mk mens fics or blogs, please tag me, I'm tired of reading my own fics)

♡dom!tomas vrbada - He loves to fuck you when he arrives tired from a mission, he just wants to take out all the tiredness and stress on you on your fragile and small body compared to the generous build of his muscles. Smoke doesn't wait for you to process what's happening, just holding you tightly between his thighs, making your knees burn from the hardness of the wooden floor - he would soon take his fat, elongated dick out of his pants, his shaft was tipped red , begging for some tight hole in your body and that time it would be your little mouth.

His blue eyes never leave yours, filled with lust and desire, watching how you struggle to swallow the length of his dick, seeing how wet your lips are while they glide up and down his shaft, "-Oh... fucking hell!- my baby is such a horny little slut..." Tomas whispers hoarsely, unable to hide his happiness as he watches you give him head, enjoying each movement, every sensation it brings, "-That's it, baby boy- Take it well for daddy" he praised, his voice hoarse with desire.

"-You're taking my cock like a natural born whore." He soon forces your head even further onto his thick member, making you choke and cry on his dick, he will love the view, seeing his husband totally at his mercy - especially when he sees your pussy dripping on the floor, you were a good boy so he knew you were going to make him cum first, even if he was extremely rough and left your throat hurting - or rubbed his cock on your face, cumming right away and painting you white, telling you that you look beautiful like a whore in heat.

♡dom!tomas vrbada - He'll fuck you roughly if he knows you're going to make him jealous on purpose, placing you on any hard enough surface and spreading your thighs, giving painful and assertive slaps to your pussy - using his thumb to apply enough force to make you cum. writhe beneath him. "-Say it whore," he demanded harshly, his cock digging into your tight hole as he thrusts into you relentlessly.

"-Tell me you're sorry for making me jealous." In a display of dominance, he forcefully laid you down on the kitchen table, your body exposed and vulnerable on the cold surface. He teased his dick at the entrance of your wet pussy, testing your resolve. With a tight grip on your breast, he applied just enough pressure to assert his control. "-Tell me who owns this pussy. Say it boy!"

Tomas would slap your ass so hard, while he hit your cunt with all his force with his hips, his balls threatened to leave your sensitive flesh sore and raw, the drops of his sweat fell and stained your skin, while you watched the veins on his forehead, neck and even arms stood out with pure desire and anger, he was so dominant, he was tired of being the good ninja of the Lin Kuei clan... Tomas just wanted to be the horny man he truly was, and everything would be taken out on you. "-You will learn your place, little dirty slut-."

♡dom!tomas vrbada - He overstimulates you to the maximum, using everything he can - fingers, oral, telling you to rub your pussy on his thigh, telling you to sit for hours on his face, using his tongue to stick it in your wet little hole; or even in extreme cases, punish you by forcing you to touch yourself in front of him, while he also masturbated, without touching you directly.

Tomas would just speak orders in a hoarse voice while he masturbated practically in your face, sometimes sliding his dick into your soft lips - smearing you with wet, salty cum - He continued to masturbate himself, watching intently as you obeyed him, your fingers working quickly to pleasure yourself. His words and movements were calculated to increase your arousal, to make you squirm and write beneath him. Your fingers found their way deep inside your wet pussy, seeking out your sensitive spots while he watched hungrily.

"-That's my good boy... You're so beautiful like this baby- oh fuck! So fucking gorgeous when you're begging for my touch. So goddamn tight around nothing but your own little fingers-" As you neared the edge of orgasm, he stopped abruptly, leaving you hanging on the brink of ecstasy. "-Not yet," he growled, his voice filled with dominance and power. "-I decide when you cum, not you brat. Show me just how much you crave my approval."

♡dom!tomas vrbada - Who isn't satisfied until he fills you with his warm cum, all right inside your womb. Tomas wants his husband to look beautiful and very submissive, especially when you moan so beautifully while he cums hard in your cunt, filling you over and over again with his cum.

He would tell you how much he wanted to fill you, how much he needed to have you as his pretty boy, carrying his children - especially every time he lost control when he saw his cock bulging in your uterus, he could feel and see the own thick and large member coming out and entering your uterus.

"-Fuck look at this little pussy- oh fuck- I'm going to destroy you little prince." He moaned loudly, as he emptied another jet of cum into your pussy for the third time, putting two fingers in so as not to leak anything. "-Be a good boy and take everything, you'll be a beautiful father... And I hope you get pregnant now... Because otherwise I'll spend the rest of the day fucking you."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[fredwkong]

A Little Cocky

Evan had been very tall his whole life. He wasn’t unreal tall, the kind of height that gets you modelling deals or sports scholarships, but he had been the tallest boy in his class all through school, despite his beanpole build. He bumped his head on doorways, trees, and hanging decorations regularly.

This was the kind of tall that makes a man a gentle giant. Evan never wanted to step on anyone or take up too much room. He had a soft, gentle voice and tended to slouch everywhere he went. This continued into his adult life. At work or at parties, Evan did his best to blend in with the crowd and not get noticed. Even though he had a big, wrist-thick cock and was a pretty exclusive top, he always let his boyfriend tell him what to do in bed.

His boyfriend even sometimes made fun of him for his height. “You know, your dick looks pretty much normal sized because you're so tall,” he often joked. It was true. Even though Evan was still slender, even well into adulthood, the length of his body made even a big dick look proportional.

So when Evan passed by a wishing well and happened to toss a coin in, it’s no wonder that he whispered, “I wish I was short,” under his breath. He never expected his wish to be granted.

He got home before he noticed anything different. For the first time ever, he didn’t have to duck to go into the kitchen. He looked up at the doorframe, a new experience for him, and realised he was still shrinking.

In a flash, Evan dodged into the bathroom to watch as he continued to get shorter and shorter. First his thighs and then his groin slid out of view below the counter as more and more wall became visible above his head. Somehow, he didn’t lose any weight, so instead of looking ultra-skinny, he suddenly looked well-muscled, even buff.

And his dick! Evan had always had a bit of a visible dickprint no matter what he wore, but as he continued to get shorter his dick stayed exactly the same size. Everything was visible as it stretched down his leg, looking like it went halfway to his knee. The flare of the head looked enormous, and the shaft looked like Evan had a water bottle shoved in his crotch.

By the time Evan was absolutely sure he had stopped getting shorter, he was very short. From now on, his feet were going to dangle off the floor in most chairs, and he would never be able to reach any top shelf without a stool. Around most people, like his boyfriend, Evan was going to be standing somewhere around their chest height. His muscles weren’t huge, but he was no longer a super skinny guy. He looked fit.

As he looked at himself, Evan felt an irrepressible cockiness growing inside him. Guys this short never had to worry about being too loud or taking up space. They basically had to yell just to be heard. It was like all of the self-confidence and aggressiveness that had been spread out in his taller body was getting more and more concentrated as he smirked and posed at himself.

“Babe!” he shouted. His voice sounded sharp, cocky, and commanding now. The thought made his big dick start to inflate and tent his oversized sweats. “Come check this out!”

“Evan, are you home? Why are you being so loud?” asked his boyfriend, coming out of the bedroom. He stopped short when he saw Evan, his jaw dropping. Evan had to crane his neck to look his boyfriend in the eyes now. It felt good.

“Don’t I look hot?” said Evan. He whipped his too-long shirt off over his head, revealing his tightly muscled torso. “Yeah, I do. I look really fucking hot.”

“Wh-what happened?” his boyfriend stammered. “H-how did you—“

“Shut up,” said Evan. His boyfriend’s mouth snapped shut. “Yeah, I’m in charge now,” said Evan, flexing his new muscles, showing off for his boyfriend. “You go lube yourself up for this fat cock,” he ordered, cupping his bulge between both of his smaller hands. “I need to wreck your hole.”

His boyfriend turned and went back to the bedroom without any resistance. “Yeah,” Evan told his reflection, grinning at himself and popping his pecs. “I can fuck him as hard as I want now.”

From that moment on, Evan became a totally different person, a cocky, aggressive dom who loved showing off and getting in people’s faces. He was always ready to prove that, even though he was short, he was still in charge of any room he walked in.

Of course, Evan was always willing to show off his big juicy cock. His boyfriend didn’t last long. When they broke up he told Evan that he just wasn’t willing to sub that often. So Evan started showing off his hot little body online, and pretty soon he had a different subby bottom to gape open every night of the week. And whenever any of them asked how Evan’s dick was so big, he would just laugh and say, “I guess it was just made for a taller guy.”

(inspo courtesy of @idesofrevolution)

[wtfdemother]

After a Long Day

CW: Day 2 of Kinktober 👻🤝 yes. soft, steamy, shower sex. thigh job, sloppy kisses, murmured praised. i just wanna be held—who said that? not proofread, it’s early. NSFW

You come stumbling into the house after a long day of work, working in the same line as your husband could be tiring. Not because of him, no, you barely even saw him that day. It was because of the nature of your job. Sharing the world on your shoulders really puts a crick in your neck.

You slump onto the couch, your shoes kicked off in the hallway unbothered to arrange them. You fall asleep.

“I’m home, Schatzi,” A tired voice rang through the door, König comes shuffling in, shrugging off his baggage. His gaze falls to the kicked off shoes sitting in this way, a breathless chuckle escapes out his nose. “Oh, my love…” he groans as he picks up your shoes, setting them side by side with his.

He spots your sleeping form on the couch and beelines to you. You wake upon feeling his lips on your forehead, blurry eyes blink open as you try to focus on the loving man in front of you.

“I’m home…” he repeats in a murmur, you grin as he gives you a second kiss. “Welcome home,” your words come out drawled, thick with sleep, your movements sluggish as you drape your arms around his shoulders for a hug. “Didn’t see you all day…”

He carries you to the bathroom bridal style, you bury your nose in the crook of his neck. He smells of a heavy odour, something sharp and strong. He smells of the outside, of hard work and home. The sandalwood of his cologne and the mix of his sweat mingles in your senses, shushing your mind. He’s here and that’s all that counts.

You shed your clothes and enter the shower, letting the warm water cascade down your bodies, purifying you from the deeds of the day, washing away the grime. It’s soothing, your muscles relaxing under the warmth, expanding. You let everything go, not bothering to hush the moans that leave your lips as your husband trails sloppy kisses below your ear and down your shoulder. A hand drops to cup your mound, he palms the fuzzy flesh and dips a middle finger down your slit, gathering the slick to your clit. You can feel him adjust himself behind you, slipping his semi-erect member between your thighs. “Shhhh,” he begins to thrust himself, nipping at the skin of your neck. “You did so good today… I’m so proud of us.”

You whine at the slow pace, feeling the slow build of ecstasy pooling below your navel. He shushes you anew, gently circling your bud, a calloused finger deftly rolling in a steady motion as your slick coats his shaft. He cups a breast, squeezing at the ample flesh to watch the fat pool out between his fingers, your pebbled nipple pressed against his palm. “I love you…” he whispers into your skin, his words a sacred vow. “Meine Sterne, mein Alles. Ich liebe dich so sehr…”

The pace increases, but never in a hurry, neither of you are. Your pants grow heavy, tilting your head up to gaze at your loving partner, leaning your weight against his sturdy frame. His lips meet yours, muffling your cries as an orgasm you didn’t even know had crept on you crashes over your senses. He can feel your pussy throb against him, coaxing his weeping dick in your juices.

“Schatz… I’m close,” he says strained, his thrusts desperate as he nears his release. Your thighs tighten around him, his hands paw at your flesh, grabbing handfuls as he fucked between your legs. A shuddered moan leaves him, he hugs you impossibly close as he releases into your hand as you palmed his leaky tip, his heavy cock pulsing between your thighs. König pants into your ear, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

You sigh in contentment, the sounds of the shower going, filling the room with the steam, your husband drifting his eyes shut as he holds you close. “Let’s get to bed, handsome.” You murmur into his hair, kissing the wet locks before shutting the water off.

The night was spent in tangled limbs and whispered promises for tomorrow, you both slept peacefully in the safety of each other.

[riverofrainbows]

Need some affirmations so: in 27 days i will be able to go on testosterone and i will become super hot and finally stop looking like a prepubescent teenager and my voice will go deeper and my vocal cords will not only thicken but also get longer and i will have fat redistribution and my face will get beautiful and i will have an easier time building muscle and my disability will get easier to manage with that and my shoulders will get broader and my boobs will deflate even more, and my hips will get smaller and i will not put so much weight on on my belly and won't look as pregnant anymore when I'm bloated and gaining weight, and my arms will get bigger, and my face will get gorgeous and how it was always supposed to look, and my skin won't be as dry anymore, and i will recognise myself in the mirror and i will become drop dead gorgeous because i finally look like a man, and I won't have people treat me like a minor anymore, and i will feel more connected to my body, and my dick will grow and i will feel much more comfortable, and once i pass and can be somewhat stealth in public women won't feel so possessive over me and what i want and need anymore and that i should feel comfortable with whatever they feel comfortable because we're both women, and i will like my own voice and i will sing so beautiful and it will finally feel natural when i sing and maybe i won't have so much trouble finding the right pitch anymore, and my ribcage won't be as small and round and i will grow more hair on my body again, and I won't have to lie about my identity and pretend I'm a woman anymore, and i will just be me, and i will meet people who didn't know me before and who won't know my deadname and who will always call me by my name, i will become known under my name,

[imaginationofomi]

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Chapter Five

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They picked a bad time to go to the grocery store. Too many people had the same idea, and the result was a crowded building with individuals that didn't always understand the concept of personal space. Aubrie smiled and nodded politely at the elderly woman she passed in the frozen food section, dropping a few family sized bags of chips into her and Bryce's cart.

"Crinkle cut or seasoned?" he asked her as he stood in front of the fries.

"Seasoned. They should have the Rally's bag in there." It was date night, and they were both excited to spend an extended amount of time together. The agenda was to cook dinner and watch a movie before they headed out to play. She needed that time with him. Hooking her arm with his, she leaned her head on his shoulder as they moved into the next frozen aisle.

"Dessert?"

"Anything I can lick off of you," she answered alluringly and tugged his earlobe with her fingers. He loved when she played with his ears.

"Careful. The people in here won't take too kindly to how we get down. Save it for the club." He lowered his voice and pecked her lips a few times. She grabbed hold of the back of his neck and slid her tongue into his mouth, groaning when he reached between her legs from the back and applied pressure to her clit through her jeans, "Relax before I make you wet up this floor." He put a little extra bass in his voice and spanked her.

"Threatening me with a good time?" The arch of her left eyebrow lifted as she tucked a finger into the front of his pants.

"The threat is a criminal record and sex offender registry," he said to remind her of the time they got in trouble for public indecency because she had no patience. A friend owing him a favor was the sole reason they walked free.

"Where's your sense of adventure?" she japed and kissed the corner of his mouth, receiving a scoff of disgust from a mother walking by with her toddler in the front of her shopping basket. It could've been the kiss or the fact that Bryce still had a firm grip on her rump. All Aubrie knew was that she wanted out of the region of the repressed, "Ugh, we need to hurry up and get you out of here. I want to plaaaaaaayyy."

"You'll do that thing I like?" he asked, eyes sparkling and giddy with suspense.

"I promised I would."

It wasn't like she could tell him no. Bryce made sure she was taken care of, no questions asked or needed. As long as they were together, he could have anything he wanted from her.

After checking out their items and leaving the store parking lot, Aubrie grew anxious to arrive back at her condo. She'd been hungry for hours, but one appetite was forgotten in favor of another.

Bryce drove leisurely, cruising like they didn't have plans and a destination. She felt like she was being tortured and decided to urge him along, reaching over the center console to rub the top of his thigh. The muscle under her hand flexed. She softened her touch, shifted over and caressed the front of his pants.

"Brie," he exhaled, the back of his head tapping the headrest, "I really don't want to crash this car."

"Focus on the road then."

Unbuckling her seatbelt, she unbuttoned and unzipped him, turning her body and reaching into his boxers to pull out his hardening length. It bounced in her hand, pink-ish brown fat tip looking her in the eye as she lowered her head and licked him lovingly.

Bryce's fingers slid through the strands of her twist out, and she heard the engine rev, moaning when his grip on her hair tightened.

She loved the way he tasted, like salted caramel and sin. His dick was hot in her mouth, growing in length and girth with every upward motion. Her tongue swirled around his flesh, saliva leaking from the corners of her lips as she threw her neck and made him shake in his seat.

The car jerked as Bryce unexpectedly hit the brakes, and she gagged when he hit the side of her throat. She held still for a few seconds, continuing when the ride smoothed out. They slowed to a stop and parked. Aubrie lifted her head and licked her lips.

"What are you doing?"

"I can't drive with your mouth on me. I'll kill us both." He smashed his lips onto hers, reaching down to fist himself while he waited for permission to release. It started as a game between them and turned real. Holding out gave him some of the most powerful orgasms he ever had in his life, all for Aubrie. There was nothing he loved more than spraying her down on command and getting to collapse next to her after. The image of her naked body painted with his essence almost did him in.

She held onto his jaw and pushed his face back, grinning down at the tight grip he had on her favorite treat. He was slick and dribbling precum, sheer will and nights of training holding him together. Seconds from slipping, he reminded himself of the week she denied him physical contact as punishment for breaking her rule. That couldn't happen again.

"All you have to do is ask nicely." Aubrie circled his head with a fingertip. He jumped at her touch, whining and slowing his hand because she hadn't given him the okay and he was too close to erupting. She was the only woman he knew that could snatch all of the dominance out of him when she wanted to, "Whining isn't asking. Use your words, Dove."

A thick vein in the side of his neck appeared, and he began to pant, "May I?" he asked weakly.

"May you what?" She circled him again, with a finger then her hand, twisting slowly. He was frozen, completely at her mercy, balls aching worse than his shaft. His dick twitched and more fluid leaked out. He gripped the seat, swallowed hard and moaned loud enough to be heard outside of the car, thrusting into her hand. She ceased all movement and clicked her tongue at him, "You know better than that."

"I can't."

"You can, and you will. Ask nicely."

"Can I cum, Aubrie?" he choked out, fighting to keep his pelvis still.

"I said nicely. You forgot to say please," she said and took her hand off of him all together. He grabbed her wrist and tried to pull it back to him.

"I'm sorry!"

"Too late. You'll have to wait until we're home now." Just to tease him even more, Aubrie bent down and kissed junior before making a half assed attempt to put him away. Bryce closed his eyes and tried to find a way to sit comfortably. Driving with a hard dick wasn't fun.

"You don't know what's waiting for you," he threatened.

She knew, and she was anticipating the pounding that wouldn't end until she wanted it to. She yearned for it, moaned thinking about it, put a foot up on the dashboard and started reaching into her own pants to play with her wetness when her phone rang.

"Fuck, what is it?" One of the shift supervisors, Carlos Rivera. She composed herself quickly and answered, "Parrish."

"There are two bodies at the old candy factory on Wicker Road. Get here as soon as you can. I want your eyes on it. Keep conversation to a minimum outside of the team, don't talk to any press."

"Got it. I'm on my way." She hung up and sighed, irritated that date night was ruined but ready for a mystery to solve. With a couple of witnesses that wouldn't cooperate and no new leads, Bianca and Madison's cases weren't any closer to being figured out. Aubrie needed a win and a confidence boost. She wasn't doubting herself yet, but if she didn't find answers soon, she would start to.

"Duty calls?" Bryce asked, slowing down in case he needed to make a sudden u-turn. He was used to her occasionally odd work hours. Crime never rested, and she was considered one of the best in the city. Her expertise was valued and sought after whether she was on the clock or not.

"Unfortunately."

"Where are we headed?"

"Wicker Road. Just look for the lights."

They weren't hard to find. Twenty-four minutes later, they reached the edge of the city and rolled up to a barricade of police offers, detectives, and some members of the night shift forensics team. Caution tape blocked the perimeter. Patrons and owners of nearby business were on the sidewalk, speaking amongst each other while they waited for any information that might've been available.

Aubrie took her badge and cardholder out of her purse, securing the former around her neck as she shoved the latter into her jacket pocket.

"I'll make this up to you," she promised Bryce and kissed his lips.

"Do you want me to wait for you?"

"I don't know how long I'm going to be out. Go to the club if you still want to. If I can leave within a decent amount of time, I'll meet you there."

"You know I don't like going without you. It's not fun," he said, "I'll see you when you get home."

"Keep those balls full for me. I'll know if you don't." She gripped his junk and ran a fingernail down his cheek before she got out of the car, grabbed her small duffle bag from the trunk and flashed her badge to pass the caution tape. Hughes and another detective from the night shift were on the scene, waiting for her arrival and speaking in hushed tones, "Where am I going?" she asked and pulled a pair of gloves out of her emergency kit.

"Third floor. I told Rivera not to call you. It looks like a standard murder-suicide," Detective Hughes said. But if Rivera called her anyway, it had to be more. She felt it was more off the strength of the location. A murder-suicide in an abandoned candy factory? She had plenty of reasons to question that assumption.

"I'll be quick then." She didn't think she'd need more than ten or twenty minutes to find something that showed the case wasn't open and shut.

Aubrie went into the run down building, walking past chipped bricks, broken windows and some old machinery covered with dust and dingy white sheets as she followed a guy from ballistics she worked with when she was first hired.

"The elevator's operational, but I don't trust it," Landon said and opened the large metal door to the staircase for her.

"A building this old, I wouldn't trust it either. That's just asking to get stuck. Do we have an ID on the victims?"

"Not the woman. The man is Ellis Blackwell."

"The real estate investor?" Aubrie stopped in the middle of the first flight of steps.

"I don't know, just what it said on his ID."

She didn't expect people to keep up with the who's who of the city, but she recognized that name. It wasn't common and for a while, it was everywhere. He was one of the few involved in the case that almost sent Theodore Micheaux and Gregory Dalton to prison. Ellis was another that managed to escape incarceration, though his reputation took a hit from the activities he was revealed to be involved in.

She listened intently as Landon shared what they'd found so far. The building was entered through the rear entrance. Service elevator was taken and now taped off for analysis. Ellis was shot in three places, two to the chest and one to the genitals. The woman only had one injury, a gunshot wound to the head that appeared to be self-inflicted. When Aubrie got to the actual crime scene, she saw different almost immediately, from the heap the woman's body was crumpled in to the way she "held" the gun, the blood splatter on the wall and floor and the distance between the between the bodies.

"This wasn't a murder-suicide," she said, more to herself than anyone else, but she wasn't the only one thinking it.

"I told Rivera to call you for a reason. Hughes doesn't want a serial killer on his hands, but I think you're onto something. Check this out." Landon used a gloved hand to pick up the woman's arm, turning her wrist for Aubrie to see the track marks and faded bruise, "Whoever this is has a purpose. They're not done."

"And they want to be found."

"We can't find them with what we have. Colt is with Hughes. The marks are the only connections between the scenes."

"For now, and it's intentional. Why else would he be marking them? I've researched it. There are no cases in the past with a similar M.O.. I need to figure out what these people have in common." She checked the perimeter of the room first, looked out of the windows for what could be seen from different angles and cameras that potentially caught their assailant going one way or another. She let the team on shift take their pictures, hovering as evidence was collected.

Stopping by Ellis' head, she examined his wounds from a distance, how much blood stained his clothing and leaked out onto the ground, the consistency of it, the directions it moved in.

"All of the wounds are through and through?" she asked.

"We haven't touched the body, but judging from the amount of blood, I would say yeah."

"Look again. Look where it spread." Majority of it was on the right side of his body, a large amount also under his lower extremities, "How many bullets did you find?"

"Four so far."

"Five wounds, four bullets. One's missing, and I'm willing to bet it's still lodged in the left side of his chest. It came from a different gun, too."

"I thought I was the ballistics expert."

"Not to knock you, but you should've noticed that the damage from this shot looks nothing like the others," she said, using the end of a pen to lift the ripped shirt so Landon could get a better look at the hole, "I'll let you know when I'm done with the autopsy so you can pick up the bullet."

"If there is one. We have a lot of ground to cover. It could be anywhere in here."

"Is there blood anywhere else?"

"We're still looking."

"You could be right, theoretically, but my gut says it's in his chest. My gut's never wrong." Aubrie looked back down at the wounds, blinking hard to make sure her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, "Landon, back up a bit," she said, shifting from her feet to her knees. She stared at Ellis' abdomen, putting two fingers on his neck when she was sure she saw movement, "Who checked this body?"

"One of the officers that was first on the scene, why?"

"GET AN EMT UP HERE, NOW!" she yelled at one of the investigators collecting evidence, "He's not dead."

[carbon--14]

two years here! i started my first year on the gel before switching to injections, so i’m about at the 1.5 year expectation mark as well. some notable things from me:

hair changes. my hair is wavier, thicker, and coarser than it was pre-t. it’s also much oilier and i have to wash it once a day otherwise it looks like i haven’t bathed in a week.

i had scalp irritation in the early days of my hair changing. a LOT of it. your hair physically gets thicker and coarser very quickly and it can make your scalp not happy.

your skin will get oily as well. get some good quality face soap that won’t irritate your skin, you’ll need it.

my acne has been SERIOUS. i had minimal acne pre-t and now have breakouts all over my back and face all the time, despite washing my face twice a day and using a retinol face lotion to deal with the discoloration. i am seriously considering going on accutane once i get the OK post-op. this is largely genetic so it may not be an issue for you, i inherited it from my dad.

the stinkiness subsides after a while. in my early days the BO was awful by the end of the day even with deodorant. now that’s not so much the case.

i didn’t experience the vocal change pain, and my fatigue was milder, but still very much there. my voice is also still changing a lot and hasn’t dropped a ton, though.

METABOLISM CHANGES. i am hungry all the time. after switching to injections i was ABSOLUTELY RAVENOUS FOR PROTEIN to the point where i was eating peanut butter out of the jar and shredding costco rotisserie chicken straight out of the fridge for a snack. if you’re eating a lot more, don’t be surprised. your body’s going crazy.

the fat and muscle redistribution is a very slow process. you will not notice your changes until very far down the line. and keep in mind that t cannot fix bone structure— i have wide hips and always will. but my thighs have slimmed, my chest, shoulders, and jawline are broader, and i’ve started storing fat around my belly instead of my hips.

speaking of which, i have been going through periods of weight gain and loss that fluctuate! any physical activity causes me to lose weight and build muscle much quicker than before t, but then i lose it fast too. but i was the same way growing up.

i actually grew about an inch, somehow! i don’t think that’s common.

i didn’t get noticeable facial hair until recently and it’s patchy. if you’re looking for that, shave regularly. it’ll grow back in darker and thicker as you do.

as for the bottom growth and libido changes, they are some of the first things to happen and they are quite intense. as in, i was a sex-repulsed aroace before t and now i am not. the process is uncomfortable and weird. but also different for everyone!

IF YOU ARE EXPERIENCE NOTICEABLE INCREASED ANGER OR YOU’RE BECOMING TESTY, YOUR DOSAGE IS TOO HIGH AND YOU NEED TO CONTACT YOUR DOCTOR. T SHOULD NOT MAKE YOU ANGRY ALL THE TIME. this happened to me when i upped my dosage from 2 pumps a day to 3 while on the gel. i would get pissed off and snap way easier than before, to the point where i was being a total dick to my mom. turned out that my t level was so high that my body was converting it into estrogen. this was actually why i ended up switching to injections. always be able to get in contact with a doctor and get your hormone levels checked every few months.

t gel is extremely uncomfortable if you have sensory issues, as it feels like putting hand sanitizer on your shoulders. it also has a cross-contamination risk so you need to be careful about who comes in contact with your clothes, bedding, etc. it’s also slower. it does work, but it takes much longer.

t injections are very easy and largely painless. i got training from my doctor on how to do it properly. takes 5 mins and i usually don’t bleed! personally i think subcutaneous is the way to go: smaller needle, less soreness, and you can do it in your stomach instead of your thigh.

hey. trans guys on T. can you tell me what effects i should expect. i need to know for reasons

[mintmatcha]

quickie - dabi X hero!reader

Dabi x cis!fem reader

CW: public sex, voyeurism, standing sex, doll as a nickname, praise

 a/n: thanks to shan’s discover server for dealing with my bullshit creating this <3

   "We can't keep doing this."

The figure, leaned against the graffitied brick of a building, tosses back his hood as he takes another drag from his cigarette.  The black of his hair, streaked with the occasional red, shines under the streetlamp.  His burns are worse than the last time you’ve seen him, stretching from his face to his knuckles.

"You say that everytime." Dabi drops the cigarette butt and crushes it under the heel of his boot. "But you always come anyway."

You scuff your heel against the concrete, listening to how it echoes down the empty street. The dive bar you two stand in front of long ago cleared, all of the patrons disappearing into the night. 

Maybe heading home. Most likely not.

You should be heading home too.

"I'm only here because you asked me to be here." you ask cooly, forcing your eyes to stay glued to your phone. You don't look away until his tight grip clutches your shoulder. Against the chill of the night, his touch is comforting.

"Don't play coy." he scoffs, "I never asked you to be here, little hero."

You flinch at the nickname, checking your surroundings once again. Being recognized as a hero would mean trouble in this neighborhood. You already clearly don't belong; you had dressed nicely for a date- a date with another hero, someone good for you-

only to abandon him the moment this asshole texted you.

"I just told you I was bored," Dabi smirks, the stitches at the corners of his mouth pulling as he eyes you up, "And you decided to entertain me, apparently." 

You wish your heart wasn't beating out of your chest. You're not quite sure what it was about him- maybe the danger, maybe daddy issues, maybe the horrifying idea that you genuinely cared about him, maybe something entirely different- but you were wrapped around his fingers.

And he is well aware of it.

He hooks a finger under the strap of your dress and pulls it down and off your shoulder with a languid pace, eyes tracing over the exposed skin. "I like this. Kinda fancy, kinda skimpy-" His tongue runs over the edge of one of his incisors, his piercing catching the low light. "It's like you're asking for trouble."

You just shrug. "Maybe I am looking for trouble."

"I told you to stop playing coy." His hand cups your chin, dragging it up to look at him directly. His gaze is dark, hungry, and more than a little dangerous. "Are you here to get dicked down or what?"

You try to sound nonchalant, but your voice is high and tight in your throat. “If that’s what you want, I guess.” 

“Aw, come on now, lil hero. Don’t pretend to be a brat." he grins, pulling your head higher, “Lemme hear you say it. Tell me you came here to get fucked."

“I-” you hesitate.

“Come on, say it.” he takes your hand in his and, for a second, it's sweet- but then he guides it down to the front of his pants, cupping you over his crotch to feel the beginning of his excitement. "Say you wanna get fucked."

You swallow, and then gently squeeze his cock. "I want you to have sex with me."

"Nuh-uh. That's not what I said." he leans into you, lips brushing against yours, blue eyes never leaving yours, "Say you want me to fuck you."

"I want you to fuck me."

“Aw, dirty girl.” he purrs, "What would everyone think? The perfect sidekick, begging for a villain's cock?"

He closes the gap and catches the plush of your lip between his teeth- hard. You gasp and he doesn't waste the opportunity; his tongue finds yours, rushed and messy. 

The kiss breaks, a string of spit connecting your lips for a microsecond. "Turn around."

Before you can react, Dabi's hand grips your forearm and twists it behind you, forcing you against the wall. The prickle of the brick digs into your cheek, but you can't focus on the pain- only the heat of his hands: one holding you still, the over sliding up your skirt.

"H-here?" you whisper, but don't resist. "Someone could see."

"Yeah-" his chuckle is low, "That's the fun part." 

He's quick to flip the fabric up and over your ass, exposing your lacy panties to the night air. His palms your ass and shakes it, eyes glued to how it shakes and quivers under his touch.

"Very sexy." he coos almost mockingly, pulling the elastic of your panties so taut that it digs into your skin. You flinch when it snaps back, further pressing yourself into the wall, and Dabi laughs.

"Aw, sensitive little thing, aren'tcha?" he grinds against you, the rough fabric of his jeans doing nothing to hide the swell of his cock. It rubs between your ass cheeks, the friction of demin already burning. The only respite in the cool metal of his studded belt, smooth and slick against you.

"Are you sure you can handle this, baby?" he tugs you closer by the bicep, arching your back until your head falls back. Like this, he looks down at you, a wolfish grin on his face. "I'd be so sad if I broke you."

"No, you wouldn't-" your free arm slides down his front, thumb dipping into the waistband and fingers rolling over the buckle.

"Yeah, you're right." he helps you unclasp the buckle, the gentle tinkling the only sound that echoes down the empty street. It hits you then that, despite the late hour, someone could approach at any moment and catch you being fucked by a wanted criminal.

The scrape of denim is replaced by hot, smooth skin and a tickle of his happy trail. Dabi lets the weight of his cock fall against your folds and a warm trickle of precum grazes your cheek. The night only seems to be getting colder, but the latent heat of Dabi's skin only seems to build.

"Fuck--" he ruts up against you unexpectedly, "You're fucking dripping-" You can feel his cock sliding against you, the wetness of your arousal letting him easily slip between your thighs. The head of his cock ghosts near your clit, not nearly the pressure you need. "God, maybe I'll just fuck you like this-"

A whine escapes your throat before you can tamp it down. 

"Oh, don’t be a brat.” he pulls back, “I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

He digs into his pocket and pulls out a gold foil packet, flashing it to you. You two agreed on protection since the first hook up- your insistence. He quickly rips into it with his teeth and rolls the condom down, barely covering his length before he pushes against your entrance, his fat head easily popping inside despite the stretch. You expect him to fully bury himself in one stroke, like he always does, but he stays there inside you, his cock barely past the petals of your pussy. Impatiently, you wiggle back against him, desperate for more, but he braces against you.

"Slow down, now-" he clicks his tongue before pressing a surprisingly soft kiss into your temple. Then, he shoves you forward again, face smushed into the rocky brick. "Lemme enjoy this properly."

You teeter on your high heels, legs already shaking as he finally rolls his hips forward inch by inch. Under his breath, he mutters so low that you can't understand him, but you catch clippings of praise and curses.

His pace is unusually slow, letting you savor the fullness of his whole cock before he pulls back to the tip. His breath is uncomfortably warm against the back of your neck. The scent of ash and tobacco that clings to him makes your stomach turn, but you can't help but want more of it- more of him.

The hand of your hip, unnaturally warm, almost burning, slips around to the front of the panties, dipping into the fabric to trace supply circles around your clit. It's nice- soft and gentle-

but you don't fuck Dabi to be gentle.

With your free hand, you push against the wall, forcing him to sink into you, hard. "Fucking hell-" he chokes out a groan as you start bucking against him. He uses your forearm as leverage, pulling and pushing down his length faster and faster. "That's it-- bounce like that- oh, good girl-"

Your voice, pathetic and lewd, fills the stress, but Dabi does nothing to muffle it. Of course he doesn't- he likes the risk. He wants to be caught, wants people to see him splitting you in half. Anyone even remotely close would be able to hear the wet, sloppy sound of your pussy, but you can't find it in yourself to care.

Once you get the rhythm he wants, Dabi releases your arm and grabs on to the front of your dress, palming your tits through the fabric greedily. It's rough, almost bruising, squishing you solely for his pleasure.

"So soft," he breathes. After a moment, he decides the fondling isn't enough and wraps his fingers under the hem, digging into the fat of your chest. With a firm tug, he snaps the remaining strap, freeing one of your tits into the cool night air. You don't even have time to shiver before his hand takes it place against you. 

Dabi always runs warm, but something about sex- albeit the desire or the physical contact- makes him hot. The stroke of his hands, the lips across your shoulder blade, the dip of his stomach against your back- all of them leave ghosts, trails of goosebumps where heat used to be.

Even through the condom, his cock radiates heat deep inside your cunt, twitching and pulsing with every stroke. His fingertips never leave their mark, rolling your clit steadily. 

"Y-you gonna cum for me?" he says through his teeth, "Gonna let me f-feel it? Let me make you feel good? Oh, such a good girl for me--"

The pressure on your clit all at once becomes too much and you cum, knees wobbling and threatening to give out. Your pace threatens to falter, but Dabi muscles through it for you.

Dabi's lips find your neck, right below your jaw. A flick of the tongue is followed by the sharp pain of his teeth digging into the soft spot.  Overstimulation hits your quickly, your pussy twitching every stroke.

"'Is too much." you hiccup, reaching behind you blindly. You manage to caress his face, the staples warm and wet with his sweat. He nuzzles into the hand, a surprisingly sweet gesture.

"Just- just take it." he growls. The pace is suddenly lopsided, the rhythm gone as he starts to cum.

The gentle pulsing of his cock is immediately followed by pooling warmth. No, warmth is an understatement. It's hot, almost unbearably. You keen away from him, but he stays locked against you.

"G-get off," you hiccup, "You're t-too hot."

"You're not so bad yourself, doll." He withdrawals and quickly peels the condom off, tossing it to the side. He spins you around, running a thumb under your eye. Flecks of mascara and eyeliner stick to his skin. "Especially like this." he gestures to you as a whole. Running makeup, ripped dress, quivering legs, your own cum glossing your thighs- you look destroyed.

"You should walk around like this all the time." Dabi wipes his stomach with his shirt, haphazardly smearing the wetness more than cleaning it, before redoing his buckle. He takes his time, clearly not concerned about being exposed. "On second thought- nah. Just wear this for me." 

You shimmy your dress down, trying to cover your ass as quickly as possible. "You're disgusting." 

He throws his head back and laughs. "You didn't seem to think so a couple minutes ago." 

"Fuck you."

Dabi shakes a cigarette free from the carton and sticks it between his teeth. "Aw, doll-" he dots the tip with his finger and it alights, deep orange against the dark of the night. "You just did."

[just-here-for-the-moment]

Javier Peña x petite female reader size kink fic, Part 2

By popular demand, here’s Javier Peña’s size kink Part 2!

Part 1

Word Count: 2800+

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Outline: Javier Peña x “You” (petite cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: mature and vulgar language; a smattering of cop/suspect role play; some dom/sub elements and powerplay; SIZE KINK; praise kink (“good girl”); one instance of a ripped dress; vaginal fingering; oral sex/M receiving plus deepthroating/gagging but it’s not rough; oral sex/F receiving; protected P/V sex; Javier has a FILTHY mouth and he’s a little bit mean but then turns soft; some diminutive nicknames for Reader (“little lady”/”little girl”); Javier picking Reader up and carrying her; this is Part 2 of Javier talking dirty about his huge penis and how tiny you are (sorry/not sorry)

You kiss Javier deeply as he carries you down the hall, your legs wrapped tight around his waist. You’re dying to get him to take off his shirt, his jeans, to finish what he promised you. You wonder if you really will be able to fit all of him into your mouth. You’ve tried several times over the past few weeks, but you haven’t managed to take him all the way.

Javier tosses you onto his bed and before you can even lay back he’s reaching again to rip the rest of your buttons, more tiny pearl projectiles hitting the floor, the dress now torn all the way open. You don’t really care, the dress was inexpensive and it’ll be easy to replace, but you decide to throw it back in his face as part of your game.

You scowl up at him and set your jaw. “You owe me a new dress, Agent.”

Javier steps back, looking at you spread out on his bed as he rubs one big hand over his chin. His eyes scan you from your face down your body, drinking in the sight of your lacy bra and panties before trailing back up to meet your gaze. He looks like he’s trying to decide what to do with you, and it makes you want to rub your thighs together, quell the sudden ache and throbbing in your clit.

Javi suddenly leans down over you, crowding into your space as he braces himself above you. The scent of his cologne and most recent cigarette send your head reeling, desire spinning in your chest and making it hard to breathe. He squints at you and then murmurs low, his gravelly voice making more butterflies appear in your gut.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand things, little lady. I think you ought to be a bit nicer to me, and we’ll see what happens.” He dips his head low and nudges your chin up with his nose, laying kisses to your hot skin.

You gasp and keen, “I’ll be good.”

“Will you?” He keeps kissing you, down to your collarbone.

“Or are you going to be trouble?” ...down to your breasts.

“Because if you’re going to cause problems...” He kisses down your stomach and your hips.

“We can just stop right here,” He bites your mound gently through the lace of your panties.

“...and you can walk home in your ruined dress. And if you look like that? Like a little package of trouble? I bet some big, mean man will come and carry you off.”

You pant heavily and even though you know the threat is just part of the game, he’s got your heart racing. Javier is filthy and he’s playing you so well.

He licks at your clit through the lace. “Are you gonna cause me any trouble, little girl?”

You whisper, high and anxious, “No, I’ll be good for you. I promise.”

Javier leans back over you and kisses you tenderly. “I know you will. You’re always so good for me, trying to fit my cock into that pretty little mouth of yours. You try so hard, baby.”

You pout and nod at him with big eyes. “I’ll be good.”

Javier nods at you. “Good girl.”

He stands up and pulls you to a sitting position, then unzips his jeans to pull his erection out. You bite your lip and feel more slick settle into the crotch of your undies. Javier cups your chin and you open eagerly to lick around his head, wetting him as you bring your hands up to work the base of his cock. The sight of your petite hand barely wrapping all the way around gets you even wetter.

Javier leans into it, putting both hands on his hips and watching you intently as you work him from the tip as far down as you can, your eyes closed as you feel him heavy on your tongue, filling your whole mouth with his thickness. You savor the way his skin tastes, the little hint of salt and the smell of his detergent. His breathing gets heavier.

“That’s my good girl.” His voice is low and raspy. “God, your lips look so good wrapped around my cock. Can’t believe you can take me like this.”

You moan around him and flutter your eyes open to try to gaze up at him. He’s looking at you and clenching his jaw. Aroused. Intense. Focused only on you.

You tighten your lips around him, making your mouth look even smaller, like it’s some kind of effort to take him like this instead of your favorite thing to do. He puffs his chest at the sight of that and then cups your face, running his thumb over your cheek to feel his bulk under the skin.

“You’re so good at that, little girl. Look at how you're sucking me off with your wet little mouth. You want to try taking me down your throat? You can do it, can’t you… for me?”

You moan at that and suck a bit harder, fighting the urge to sneak your fingers down into your panties, to rub yourself raw from Javi’s torturous words. That’s off-limits in your game. You know that if you chase your own pleasure, he’ll delay serving it up to you on a platter. And what Javier gives you is always ten times better than what you can give yourself.

Instead, you grip the root of his dick a little harder and moan again, before you slurp off and smile up at him sweetly. “Yes, Javi. I want to try taking your huge cock down my throat. I can do it.”

“Good girl,” he growls and grabs your wrists, hauling you up against him as he pushes your tattered dress down and off your shoulders. “Strip.”

You curl your arm behind you and unclasp your bra, dropping it to the floor. Your panties follow, and Javier gives you an appraising look, followed by a long sigh. His voice drops another note lower and he gives you one of your favorite commands: “Now me.”

You bite your lip to stifle a grin, and reach up for Javier’s shirt buttons, flicking them open as rapidly as you can. You toss it on the bed, then unbutton his jeans, grazing his cock slowly with your hand. You push his jeans down, down, down his strong legs, sinking to your knees as they drop.

You look up at Javi with wide eyes, palms flattened on the front of his thighs, patiently waiting for him to lead you where he wants you. Javier gives you that look again, like he’s trying to decide exactly what to do with you, and it makes anticipation build up behind your navel like nothing else. His cock is level with your forehead, and you incline your chin up to take a long lick of the underside, watching it bob there in front of you.

Javier sucks in a sharp breath and you try it again, dragging your tongue from his soft sac to the frenulum, finishing with a flourish at the tip. You look up at him and you can almost feel your eyes sparkling with eagerness. Javier toes off his shoes and steps out of his jeans, then he tilts his head toward the soft armchair next to the dresser. You get up and follow him there.

Javier sits down in the chair, legs spread wide and you kneel again in front of your man. This is where you’re going to prove to yourself that you can do it. You can swallow him all the way down and nuzzle your nose into his soft curls. You want to take him apart and make him shatter with lust at the sight of you. You want to win at this game that you love to play with him.

You open wide and take him in as far as the back of your tongue. You’re determined. Last time you did this you made it down to the last inch before you couldn’t take any more. Today will be different. You revel in Javier’s filthy praises as you relax your jaw and try to pace your breathing along with the bobbing of your head.

“Fuck,” he spits out with a huff. “Look at you go, taking me so deep.” You feel him hit the top of your mouth, just behind the ridge where your hard palate ends and the soft palate begins. You pause for a moment, afraid of gagging. Nothing happens so you breathe in through your nose and push gently, feeling him slide back until the head of his cock hits your throat.

“Oh fuck!” Javier’s hands grip the sides of your face and you pause. His coarse curls are just out of reach, a few centimeters from your nose. You pull back slightly to exhale, twisting your tongue around the underside of his penis and then angling your head just right to slide back down over his length.

Javier lets you set the pace, his hands are just holding you, not pushing, although you wouldn’t mind him getting a little rougher. You remember your breathing and repeat the steps, sliding his head past your soft palate until it hits the back of your throat. You do an experimental swallow, feeling your throat muscles contract around him.

“Shit!” Javier pulls you off, then drags you up to his face to give you a messy kiss. His tongue feels swollen, licking frantically inside your mouth in a gesture of gratitude for doing this for him, doing this to him.

“You look so good sucking me off. You want to see what a good girl looks like?” Javier reaches to the dresser just beside him and grabs a little hand mirror. He holds it near his chest, angled so you can see yourself. Your eyes are bright with a few tears and your lips are puffy and glossy, saliva running down your chin. You look wrecked but you feel powerful.

“Watch yourself go down on me, gorgeous. Your little mouth looks so good when you swallow me down like that.”

“Yes, Javi.” You wink up at Javier and watch yourself in the mirror as his fat head slips past your lips.

You’ve never seen yourself like this, and the sight of your petite mouth cinched around Javier’s broad penis makes you moan. You watch yourself slide slowly down his length, determined to get your lips around him all the way to the root where it meets his body. You feel his tip hit the back of your throat again, and you swallow, then push gently past the last little bit of discomfort to find that your nose is buried deep in his pubic hair, your lower lip and chin touching his balls.

Javier throws his head back and lets out a low moan, and you can feel the vibration of it in your core. You close your eyes and just sit with the feeling, letting drool slip out of the sides of your mouth. You exhale and then swallow twice more, and when you pull off you taste the tang of Javi’s salty pre-cum at the tip.

You grin up at him. “I did it, now you have to make me come again.”

Javier opens his eyes and puts the mirror back on the dresser before fixing his deep brown eyes on yours.

“No.” He shakes his head, and you feel your eyebrows draw into a scowl.

Javier laughs at your distress. “You were such a good girl that I’m going to make you come two more times.”

You squeal and playfully swat his leg, and Javier reaches down to grab you under your arms. He hauls you up on his lap to straddle him, and pulls a condom off the dresser. When he’s covered he wraps his big hands around your hips and helps lift you onto his cock. You moan and sink down onto him, and a chill wracks your whole body, stiffening your nipples into buds and raising goosebumps on your shoulders.

You grip Javier’s shoulders and throw your head back in ecstasy. You let Javier guide your hips, rolling you up and down as his breathing quickens. From this angle he punches deep, hitting something over and over that half tickles and half hurts. You angle your hips so that he hits it deeper and you wail. Javier brings one broad thumb down to your clit and gyrates the pad of it over and over and over. The circular rubbing motions make you gush, and you feel electric knowing that he’s doing whatever he can to make you feel good.

Javier presses harder and your climax washes over you. He pulls his thumb away as you throb and squeeze around him. You bury your head in the crook of his neck and let him hold you close while your orgasm burns itself out. Your head spins.

“That’s my girl. Good girl.” Javier cups one hand around your ass and strokes your spine languidly with his other fingers. “You came so hard around me, I could feel you.”

He shifts underneath you, and then stands up without pulling out. You wrap your arms around his neck and let him carry you to the bed, his huge hands wrapped under your thighs for support. He lays you down on your back and you pull your knees up toward your chest, opening your legs wide. Javier leans down to kiss you and then starts thrusting into you hard. You lift your head to look down to where your bodies are joined, watching his dick spear into you over and over.

“You like that? You like seeing how small you look when I’ve got you spread open like this? How’s it feel to have a big man fucking you into the mattress?” He leans down again and starts biting kisses off from you, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth with gentle suction and the blunt edges of his front teeth.

“Yes, Javi. Yes, I love it. I’m your good girl.”

“You are my good girl. You’re my girl. Look at you taking my fat- fucking- cock in your tight little cunt.” He punctuates his words with harder thrusts. “You’re my cute- tiny- fucking girl. I love your sweet- little- pussy.”

His hips start to falter, the rhythm getting sloppier with each thrust. You know he’s getting close and you wrap your legs around his hips, then you tighten and clench your pelvic muscles around him. He gasps and falls over you, filling the condom as you feel his cock spasm inside you.

When he’s recovered he grabs the base of the condom and pulls out of you, tying it off and discarding it into the wastebasket next to the dresser. He kneels back over you and peppers your face and neck with kisses.

“You got one more in you, pretty girl?” Javier sucks a hot, wet kiss to the hollow of your throat and you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair.

“Yes, Javi. Will you eat me out?” You kiss him and nudge his nose with yours, making wide eyes at him. “Please?”

“Oh, fuck yes.” Javier sits down on the edge of the bed and lies back, smirking at you. “C’mere and get a mustache ride, little lady.”

You giggle and leap up to straddle his face, lowering your cunt to his mouth as he grasps both of your buttocks in his big hands. Javier starts to lick your slick folds with enthusiasm, flicking the stiffened tip of his tongue across your swollen bud. He shifts his hands to wrap up and over the tops of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face until your clit is grinding over his nose, his tongue buried deep in your channel.

“Oh fuck, Javi!” You don’t have anywhere to put your hands for leverage, so you cross your arms behind your head and try to stay upright. Javier works his lips and tongue harder, shaking his head side to side in a rapid rhythm to make his nose brush your clit. You feel your third climax building quickly. You worry for a moment that Javier is unable to breathe, but then he tips his chin up and sucks your sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips, and you go careening off the edge into bliss.

You shake and fall forward over the bedspread, fully exhausted from the inside out. You feel Javier slide out from between your legs and then he drapes his form over you, sucking kisses into your shoulder blade while his hand wanders down to your ass. He dips his fingers between your thighs and you feel him lazily stroke between your puffy folds.

“Was that good for you? Did you get what you needed?” Javier sucks on your earlobe and you can only groan your assent. You nod, hoping he can see from the back of your head that you’re happy and spent.

Javier leans to nuzzle the side of your neck and then squeezes your asscheek with his big hand. “That’s my good girl.”

--- Javier Peña character masterlist

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[introloves]

oooo i heard u wanted some requests!! could u write some hcs of bokuto, akaashi and kuroo (or anyone u want!!) and signs they are about to come? i have no clue if this made sense looool but i love ur writing <33333

oo!! let’s see !!

— bokuto: he’s throbbing, you can see and feel his dick twitch with every pass of your hand over his dick. his hand is placed on your head, guiding you to just put the head of his dick in your mouth- he’s so close.

“cmon, i’m close.” he grunts at your teasing, catches your smile at being caught.

“be good and make me cum.” his voice is still light and kind, but his fingers make sure to tangle into your hair. it’s a warning.

once he feels your tongue sweep over his head, he knows he’s gone.

you can feel his dick grow under your hand, feel every vein decorating that heavy member pulse with his oncoming orgasm.

you wanna taste him, wanna have him paint the inside of your mouth with him, and you know how to get him there.

keeping your mouth on his tip, you bring another hand up to him, using both hands to pump him with a pace that’s hard and fast. just how he likes it, the same force he’d use when he’s fucking your hole.

his eyes open wide, looking down at you attend to his dick like this, it makes him look so big against your tiny hands.

once again you feel the steady rhythmic pulsing, you can see his thighs tense, his balls contracting close to his body to finally cum where you want him.

he swells up big, cock going straight before pumping everything he has into your cute mouth.

he can’t think straight as he sees you struggle to swallow it all down, makes him twitch even more.

he doesn’t think he can fall more in love, the sight already having him think about the ways he can repay you.

he thinks that you’re deserving of being folded down and milked for every drop of cum in you.

— akaashi: he’s loud, usually he’s so composed pretty eyes watching you diligently.

akaashi is a very pretty man, but he looks like an angel right now. face painted in a dusty pink, mouth hung open to leave broken, sonorous moans and grunts of you name.

he wants to write essays, poems of the shape of your body and feel of your walls hugging him so tight.

“if only you could see what i’m seeing.” akaashi groans, the hand hooked under your knee to prop your leg up squeezing to get your attention- to get you to look at him.

“wanna see your face.” is what he responds when you squeak at the grip he has on you.

it makes you prickle with an uncomfortable heat, his voice feels like punches to your already fluttering hole.

“you squeeze me so good.” he states, shaking with the orgasm he can practically taste.

you’re already well taken care of, the stings of cum leaving his and your thighs is testament to that, but he wants one more. wants you to cum with him.

he lets his weight come down, using the bed for leverage while he grinds down on you. he’s barely moving, but the pressure of him against you is enough.

“one more, give me one more baby.” he pleads, voice tickling your ear.

and you do, holding on till you feel his hot cum inside you.

he thinks he should be embarrassed at the noise that leaves him, but with the way your hand comes up to grip his hair, your own voice pleading for him to never be quiet- the thought goes just as quickly.

— kuroo: he’s grabby. using those pretty, rough, calloused hands to take handfuls of your ass while you’re bouncing on his dick. makes you go crazy with how hard he grips you, you can hear the wetness of yourself amplifying each slap of your thighs down on his lap.

“fuck, gunna make me cum.” he hisses, throwing his head back, you wanna bite his long neck, dot it with your teeth marks but you’re close too. all of your concentration goes in keeping that pace that has you shake.

his hips help you out, lifting you off him before letting gravity bounce you down. those hands that have a hard grip on the fat, using the jiggle of gravity against your body also help you move. he’s practically using your body to cum, well earned muscles holding you up.

the closer he gets, the more an overbearing need to have you close eats at him.

you let his hands leave your ass, coming up to rest against you back as he pushes you against his body. you can’t move like this, but he does. hold you tight and close while pistoning his hips up, sliding in and out of you with ease.

he’s so long the head of his dick kisses that ungiving wall inside, but you revel in the pain.

“‘m cumin’.” he bites, nipping your shoulder. you can feel his voice thrum against you.

“cum with me. cum with me.” he chants, drilling the words into you with even harder thrusts.

you don’t have any other option but to be good and listen.

your own clenching walls have him gone too, he does everything he can to keep you close to him. sweat building up between your bodies, he can feel every wave of pleasure leave you, feels your legs shake and chest expand with every intake of air.

he can smell your hair, the sweat building up at your neck. he wants to drink it all in, mould himself to you.

[ragingbookdragon]

Batsis & Green Lantern, Sittin' In A Tree. K-I-S-S-I-N--Wait, Is That Our Sister? PT. 1

Kyle Rayner x Batsis One-Shot

Word Count: 4K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Aye, looks who's back at it again with a fic like this! IT'S ME! Enjoy! -Thorne

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The creature was coming at him a lot faster than he’d thought it was, and he barely had enough time to form a wall before it slammed into him. Even then, the force of it hitting the green construct sent him back a hundred feet and into the side of an abandoned skyscraper.

Pain wasn’t really felt when in the suit, but man, it still threw him for a loop and he groaned as he picked himself up off the ground, shoving glass and concrete away from his body. He could hear the rest of the Justice League fighting outside and as he started back towards the hole his body had made, the creature came in.

And this time, he didn’t have any to react, and the glowing magenta beast was coming right at him—fast. He lifted his arms and started to will a construction when a low sound came from his hand and with wide eyes, he watched the glowing neon green ring faded dull.

“Shi—”

His suit faded instantaneously and the next thing he knew, he was being shoved into the wall. It cracked under the pressure and his skull felt as though it’d been split when it connected with the concrete. The creature’s giant clawed hands wrapped around his throat, starting to choke the life out of him and he scratched at the magenta skin, to no avail.

“He—lp!” he gasped. “Som—on—e hel—p!”

Black started to edge from the corners of his vision and a haze began to settle over his brain as his lungs stopped receiving air.

I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die like this. Someone, anyone, help!

Something cold splattered across his face, and suddenly the steel grip around his throat went slack. The weight of the creature fell away from him and he dropped to his knees and collapsed onto his back, gasping in lungfuls of air to his deprived organs.

When his head stopped spinning, and he found the strength to move, he rolled onto his side and immediately, he recoiled with a shout of fear. The creature’s big ugly head had been decapitated and was leaking a fluorescent blue blood—that’s probably what splattered on his face and he reached up, wiping a hand across his skin. He pulled his hand away and there was the neon ichor painting his palm.

“You’re weak, Rayner,” a voice commented disapprovingly.

He craned his neck up to see a woman who looked about his age wiping the neon blood from a silver sword before she sheathed it on her back, her white slit eyes finding his.

“You almost died because your ring ran out of power.”

Kyle huffed and unsteadily stretched his legs. “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m the woman that saved your life.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re welcome by the way.”

“Thank you,” he said, casting one last look at the creature before looking back at her. “So, who are you again? You obviously know me?” he took a moment to examine her suit. It was black, with silver stripes and in the middle of her chest was a silver symbol, that of a Greek helmet. But what got Kyle was the bat wings that outstretched from the sides of the helm.

“Are you apart of Batman’s troupe?”

She grunted and tapped at the glowing screen on her wrist. “Yeah. Name’s Silver Sentinel.”

“Oh, I know who you are!” he grinned. “You’re Dick and Jason’s sister!”

“Yes, please, tell the world who my younger brothers are.”

Kyle’s face heated and he glanced down at his hands. “Sorry.”

She tapped a button and waited, then a voice came over the comm link.

Talk.

Her eyes found Kyle’s and she replied, “Rescued your Green Lantern about two klicks from your position.” A sneer came over her lip. “Fool let his ring run out of power.”

He stared at his hands as embarrassment crawled across his skin, flushing from his neck up to his cheeks.

Hmm. Can you get him back to New York?

“I could be persuaded.”

Sentinel.

She rolled her eyes. “Alright, whatever. I’ll take him back to NY.” Walking over to the hole in the wall, she saw a beam of light. “Need a hand down there?”

Negative. We’ve got it under control.

“Ten-four. Silver Sentinel out.” The line went dead, and she looked down at Kyle. “Well, are you going to keep sitting there on your ass or are you gonna get up?”

He scrambled to his feet, an apology rolling off his tongue. “Sorry.”

She merely grunted in return and started off towards the exit, him following rather quickly. As they got to the entrance to the floor, she walked over to the elevator and pried it open, and Kyle had to fight to not be impressed by her sheer strength. She placed some type of device between the open doors and clicked a button, and it spread, keeping them apart.

Next, she pulled out what looked like one of the grapple guns Kyle had seen her family carrying around, and pointed it at the ceiling of the elevator, pulling the trigger. It hit the top with a clink, and she gave it an experimental tug before looking over at him.

“Come here,” she commanded, and Kyle blinked as something tight shot through his gut at the tone she carried—one of force and complete authority. Something told him that she was the type of woman who did what she wanted and expected people to fall in line behind her or else. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve been aroused or terrified, but it was probably a mix of both as he walked over.

She curled an arm around his waist and tugged his body up against hers. “Put one of your arms around my shoulder, the other around my body.”

“I—uh—I don’t feel comfor—” Kyle stuttered as his cheeks turned scarlet and she glared at him.

“We’re not going to dry hump in the elevator like horny teenagers, Rayner.” She pulled them nose to nose and he tried not to wince as the black nose of the cowl pushed into his skin. “If you’d rather us grapple down the side of the building where everyone can see, then let’s go.”

He swallowed thickly and did as she’d said a moment earlier, putting one of his arms around her shoulder, the other wrapping snug around her back. “N-no. We can do this,” he agreed, and she grunted.

“Listen carefully, this is going to be scary because you’re not used to it, but the second our feet come off this floor, don’t panic. I’ve got you and I’m not going to drop you.”

Though her voice was harsh, he could feel the security. “And the claw holding us up?”

“Has a gripping force of two tons.” She looked at him and inched towards the opening. “We’ll be fine.”

Kyle stepped over and looked down into the cold and dark shaft, immediately feeling his heart-rate pick up and she sighed when she heard the sharp intake of breath.

“You’re such a baby,” she scowled and pulled them into the shaft. His arms tighten instantaneously and even his legs tightened around hers. “Gonna try and climb me, Rayner?” she teased.

“Shut up,” he hissed and buried his face in her shoulder pad. “Just hurry and get us down.”

She snorted and clicked a button, allowing them to descend at a faster pace than he would’ve liked. “I thought Green Lanterns were supposed to be fearless?”

“Usually when I’m somewhere I could fall to my death, I’m powered up.” He retorted, still burrowed in her shoulder. “This is a little different.”

“Relax, Rayner. I’ve got you.”

Kyle pulled his face away from her armor and stared at her, though all he could make out was the white slits. “How are you this strong? I know I weigh at least one-eighty.”

She grunted. “Yeah, I can tell.”

He blinked. “Are you calling me fat? That sounds like you’re calling me fat.”

“Your muscle mass could be better.”

“That wasn’t a no,” he griped and when she chuckled, it sent shivers down his spine.

“To answer your earlier question—”

“The one where you called me fat?” he interrupted, and she scowled at him.

“The one about how strong I am. I work out daily, Rayner, and I can lift a lot more than my weight.”

“How heavy—” he chuckled nervously when she glared at him. “I’m not gonna finish that question.”

“Good idea, Rayner. Might save you from being dropped.”

“Hardy-har-har. You’re hilarious,” he retorted, and suddenly his feet his something hard. He looked down and saw the elevator, and she shoved him back from her, clicking the button on the grapple gun.

It recoiled in a matter of seconds and she tapped a button on the side of her cowl as she stowed the gun, then she moved to the corner of the elevator and brought her foot down as hard as she could. Kyle winced when the hatch gave way and he wondered how powerful she was to kick through a metal latch in one hit.

She looked at him. “Come on. I’ll call the Batplane when we get outside.”

“I thought only Batman was allowed to do that?” he asked, and she scoffed.

“Let’s just say I’m the one who’s allowed to do whatever she wants, and things don’t get fucked up.” She disappeared down the hatch and a moment later, he heard the elevator doors being pried open. “Are you coming, Rayner? I’d be more than happy to leave you here without a ride home.”

Kyle hurried and squeezed down the hatch, grunting when his tennis shoes hit the floor. The elevator rocked and creaked and she made a noise that sounded a lot like the one Batman made when he was annoyed.

“Hurry up and get through the doors.”

He ducked under her arms and out onto the floor and she followed, letting the thick metal doors slam behind her. She strode ahead and tapped at her screen.

“Alfred, are you there?”

A moment later, an older voice came over the line.

Yes Miss Wayne. How can I assist you this evening?

“I need the Batplane at my position. Could you send it?”

At once.

“Thanks Alfie.”

Of course, Miss Wayne.

As they waited in the lobby of the skyscraper, she murmured, “If you’re not going to ask whatever you’re thinking about asking me. Stop thinking. It’s annoying.”

Kyle blinked. “How’d you—”

“Oh please.” she rolled her eyes. “You’ve opened and shut your mouth eight times in the last two minutes.” She gazed at him. “Just ask.”

“You’re really Bruce Wayne’s daughter? (Y/N) Wayne?”

“I am.” (Y/N) replied. “Why?”

He shrugged. “I dunno…it’s just kinda hard to believe that a famous model doubles as a vigilante at night.”

“Why’s that so shocking? My dad’s a multi-billionaire playboy by day and Batman by night. Are you telling me a woman can’t do it too?”

Kyle’s green eyes widened, and he shook his head. “What? No! That’s not what I meant! I just meant that with back-to-back photo shoots, it must be hard to make time to do all this.”

(Y/N) hummed, turning her gaze to the street, a blur of red went by and she knew it was Barry Allen. “I run on my own schedule, Rayner, not anyone else’s.”

“Wow, you really are the woman in charge, aren’t you?” he remarked.

And she turned her eyes onto him again, this time narrowed in amusement as she teased, “Trying to see if you can find out what it’s like to be in charge for the night?”

Kyle’s mouth opened and snapped shut. “I don’t know what you mean,” he said, swallowing nervously.

She crossed over to him in one step, getting up in his personal space again as she cooed, “Oh, you don’t?” he nodded and she reached up, trailing her silver armored fingers up the front of his white shirt and he was incapable of fighting how his muscles twitched at the pressure.

“I think you do,” she flirted. “Come on, Rayner. Don’t you wanna see what it’s like when you’re the man in charge? How much fun it can be to take all that control?” (Y/N) leaned close, her face barely an inch from his. “To be the one who holds all that power over a woman?”

He couldn’t breathe. His head was swimming with R-rated thoughts that if she really were a mind reader, she’d probably break his jaw, but all he knew was that his mind was so far into the gutter it wasn’t funny, and he swore she could hear his heart pounding.

She pulled away. “You should break out on your own instead of working for a design company. Then you’d have better control over your own schedule.”

Kyle blinked, stunned silent, then he said, “Wait, what?”

(Y/N) cocked her head to the side. “What?”

“What was,” he gestured wildly. “All that just now?”

Placing a hand on her hip, she asked, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Rayner. All I said was that you should get on your own.”

A deafening sound shook the floor and Kyle stared at the black plane settling down in the middle of the street. (Y/N) walked out the doors and to it as if it just hadn’t pulled a “J-turn” at twelve G’s.

“Let’s go, Rayner. I’ve got better things to do than babysit you,” she called, and he ran after her. She helped him climb into it, then scowled. “Move over. You’re in my spot.”

He shimmied in the tight space to the other seat and strapped in, watching curiously as she tapped at the buttons and flipped switches before grabbing hold of the steering device.

Kyle snorted. “It’s even shaped like a bat.”

(Y/N) huffed. “Yeah, that’s how we do things in our family.” She tapped at the screen. “Batman, this is Silver Sentinel. Come in.”

Read you loud and clear, Sentinel.

“Green Lantern and I are in route to New York.” She paused and directed her gaze to the screen, watching red dots surround a group of blue ones. “You’ve got enemies incoming. Do you want backup?”

Negative. You and Green Lantern get back to New York. We can handle this.

For once that night, Kyle watched as concern crossed (Y/N)’s face and she replied, “Dad, I think—”

I gave you an order, Sentinel.

(Y/N) glared and looked at Kyle and he about shrunk in his seat form the withering stare; she tossed him a helmet and ordered, “Put that on and don’t puke in it.”

“Don’t what?” he inquired as he put it on and the only answer he got was the sudden kick of the engines and he was pulled back in his seat. “Holy shit,” he whispered breathlessly as the Batwing took a U-turn in the air and headed off towards the fight.

Sentinel, we’re fine.

“With all due respect, sir, I don’t believe that,” (Y/N) retorted and in a matter of moments they were flying over the rest of the Justice League. She tapped at the screen. “You’ve got incoming hostiles from the north, east, and west.” (Y/N) flipped a few switches above her then pressed a button on the steering wheel. “Heatseekers and nanite missiles deployed.”

Kyle watched her go between the screen and the switches. “Hostiles in the east and west quadrants have been eliminated.”

What can you tell me about the north?

“You’ve got multiple hostiles coming in. Got a big guy too. Got any tips?”

They’re vulnerable to sound waves. Take him out and we’ll do the rest.

“Ten-four. Happy hunting.”

(Y/N) turned the steering wheel and directed the Batplane towards the north part of the fight, grinning when the giant creature came into view, while Kyle looked like he was going to crap himself.

“Merry Christmas, ugly. Kiss my ass,” she quipped and pressed a button, and a black tube the size of a fire hydrant shot to the ground, and with a thunk, sunk in.

“What’s that supposed to do?” Kyle asked and she grinned.

“Watch and learn.”

The device popped up, blue and armed and she hit the screen. Immediately the windows of every building and car in the mile radius shattered and to his amazement, Kyle watched the creatures screech and grab at their heads before they exploded into piles of neon blue goo.

His jaw dropped. “Holy shit. That was cool.”

(Y/N) smirked and checked the map once more. No more hostiles inbound and she hit the comm link again. “Justice League you are all clear. I repeat, Justice League you are all clear.”

Good work, Sentinel. Now do as I told you and take Green Lantern back to New York.

“Is nothing I do good enough for you, father?” she griped, though Kyle could see the humor in her eyes.

Get off the comm link.

“Make me.”

Sentinel. Get. Off.

“Fine, fine. I love you too.” (Y/N) pushed at the screen once more then reclined in her seat, shutting her eyes.

“Don’t you have to fly this thing?” Kyle asked as the engines picked up again.

“Nah. It’s got autopilot.”

“I gotta get me one of these,” he whispered, and she reached over him, pulling out something from a drawer. (Y/N) opened a snack bag and popped a cookie into her mouth.

“You could probably construct one with your ring,” she offered, then held out the bag.

He took one with a ‘thank you’, then said, “Yeah but there’s nothing like owning the real thing.”

“HA! Give my dad a couple million dollars and he might be willing to part with one.”

“And on that note, I’ll stick to constructs,” he chuckled, and the rest of their flight was filled with easy banter, where (Y/N) found herself teasing Kyle a lot more than he was comfortable with—only because he found himself lacking a comeback for every remark she gave him.

***

“You really gotta get a new apartment. This place is way too small for a grown man,” she commented, and he snorted, picking up a pair of shoes that were laying haphazardly on the floor.

“I’m not exactly on the billionaire’s credit card, (Y/N). I live on minimum wage and whatever I can get out of commissions.”

She observed Kyle as he recharged his ring and when he was finished, she asked, “How much do you charge for commissions?”

He blinked and looked up at her. “Oh, well it depends on what the commissioner wants me to do.”

“Give me a price range.”

“Uh…between eighty and two hundred. That’s usually what I charge.”

(Y/N) thought for a moment. “Mind showing me some of your best works? I’ve been thinking about hiring a graphic artist for a new project I’m working on.”

Kyle felt a giddy feeling rise in his chest and he practically tripped over himself to his desk to grab his sketchbook. His cheeks were warm when she giggled and took it from him, flipping through it in silence. And that wracked his nerves because without the cowl on, he could see just how scrutinizing her gaze was.

After a moment she passed it back to him and when she didn’t say anything, merely frowned, he couldn’t help but deflate a bit. “I guess it’s not what you’re looking for, huh?” he tried to sound light, but it came out a lot bitter than he meant.

(Y/N) hummed. “It’s exactly what I’m looking for.”

“I can get you in touch with a better artist at the—” he stopped mid-sentence and gaped at her. “Wait, what was that you said just now?”

She snorted. “I said your work is exactly what I’m looking for.”

He couldn’t fight the shock coursing through him. “Really? It is?”

Suddenly her smile was replaced with a scowl and she bit out, “Quit making me repeat shit and listen the first time.”

Kyle nodded. “Right. I just…wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“I know,” she replied cockily, then took out her phone and tapped at the screen before showing it to him. “I know you’re a graphic designer and not a clothing one, but you’d be really helpful with the new line of clothing and jewelry I’m planning on making.”

He took her phone gently and swiped at the pictures. “Justice League themed?”

(Y/N) tipped her head. “We’re doing an exclusive line for Gotham’s vigilantes first. If it pays well, we’ll go from there.” She took her phone back and stared at him. “I’m willing to pay you up to two grand for every design you give me.”

Kyle’s eyes practically popped out of his head and his jaw went slack. “Are you—are you being serious?”

She nodded and stowed her phone. “On one condition.”

He nodded. “For two grand a design? I’ll do anything for you.”

The corner of her mouth rose in a smirk and he realized his words too late as she purred, “Well I would love to see you on your knees for me. So, I’ll keep that in mind, Rayner.” Waving a hand, she added, “But besides that, if you want the job, you have to come to the manor.”

“Wayne Manor?”

“Mhm. I’ll provide everything you need to create and design.”

His dark brows furrowed. “I can do that, but why?”

A solemn look came across her face. “You almost got yourself killed tonight because you let your ring power down.” She placed her hands on her hips. “If you want this job, you’re going to take combat lessons from me and you’re going to start working out more.”

Kyle’s face pinched. “You want me to work out and get my ass kicked for a job?”

“More like so my brothers don’t lose a best friend.” She shrugged. “But, if a freelance artist like you can find better money elsewhere, I’d be happy to let you go and—”

“I get it!” he scowled and looked away for a moment before sighing and turning back to her, his hand outstretched. “Fine. It’s a deal. You pay me and I’ll do your designs.”

“And?” she questioned with a smirk.

He groaned, his muscles already feeling the pain coming. “And I’ll take lessons from you.”

(Y/N) smiled. “I’m so glad we could come to an arrangement.” She shook his hand. “It’s going to be a pleasure doing business with you, Mister Rayner.”

Kyle swallowed thickly as she pulled away and walked to the fire escape. “Likewise, Miss Wayne,” he replied lowly, knowing that with each sway of her hips, he was getting more and more screwed. Not only was she his better, she was also his best friends’ older sister—hotter and badass older sister.

She opened the window and paused, looking back at him. “This’ll be a three-month project. Are you okay with that, Kyle?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I can do that.” (Y/N) seemed to be thinking about something and he could tell. “Is something on your mind?”

She pulled on the cowl and gazed at him. “I’ve half a mind to tell you to pack a bag and spend the time at the manor while we do the project.”

“Pay my rent and I’ll consider it,” he snorted and then she blinked and shifted her gaze down to her wrist then tapped at it.

After a minute, she said, “Alright, your rent and utilities have been paid for the next three months.”

“What?”

“You said pay your rent. So, I did.”

“Please tell me you’re joking,” Kyle begged—he didn’t want to owe her like that.

She smiled. “Pack a bag Rayner. You’re moving in.”

“Seriously?”

“Didn’t I tell you to stop making me repeat things?”

He sighed heavily, moving to pack. “Yes ma’am.”

“Ooo, call me ma’am like that again and I might not let you leave when this is over.”

[bohica160]

Omegaverse - Denied Time Off

Another omegaverse? No way! When your boss is being a dick -_-

(Sorry for the reupload, I apparently made it a chat the first time?🤷‍♀️)

ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗMinors gtfo, this isn't for youᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

CC: Alpha Chris, Fem omega reader, voyeurism(workplace)

Alpha Chris gets rather needy during his ruts. Sometimes they get very intense for the both of you, that it's in everyone's best interest that you both take the time off from work. A lot of companies are very lenient with allowing mated couples time off for heats and ruts. Obviously there are some cases that they will allow non-mated individuals time off. However for some reason when your boss found out your sweet loving boyfriend worked for BSAA, he started to treat you differently compared to others. Giving you a harder time from work load to requesting time off for important moments.

You knew Chris’s rut was going to happen any day now, and you figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask your boss for the week off. To no surprise, your boss barely let you finish before he said ‘no’. When you told Chris your boss needed you to come into work during his rut, on the outside he seemed a little annoyed but internally he was pissed. You figured you could call out a couple days saying you were sick, but you were worried how the remaining week will be for him when it hits. The next day was impossibly hard to leave for work with Chris standing behind you the whole time you got ready for work. Littering your neck with marks as he rubs his erect member against the plush of your ass. You were surprised you made it out with every piece of clothing on your person.

Once you walked into your cubicle, you noticed a pile of paperwork waiting for you on your desk. You could already tell by the stack, you would be coming home late. You sent Chris a quick text letting him know before you got to work. It was almost 11am, when you heard a few voices causing a commotion. You knew if you even dared to try to peek around a corner to see what it was, you knew it was best to stay out of office drama. It wasn't until a specific scent hit your nose. Right as you were about to get up from your seat, a big strong hand grabbed onto your forearm, pulling you up to stand. “Chris! What are you doing here?” You asked with a little hint of worry. You noticed his flushed cheeks and how his skin was glistening from the fluorescent lights. He quickly tugged you out of your work area and dragged you down the hall. The pheromones he was producing were causing some omegas to gather. A few were dumb enough to approach the two of you, causing the alpha to let out a warning growl baring his fangs, causing them all to shrink back and run away.

You didn't realize where he was taking you until he pulled you into a room and locked the door behind you. Noticing the bathroom stalls and sinks, you turned to ask him a question, only for him to seal your mouth with his. He backed you up against the counter, his big hands grabbing each cheek, lifting you up without breaking the kiss. He pulled back enough to pull off your shirt, attacking the bare skin with his lips and teeth. “C-chris, we can’t d-do this here.” Completely ignoring your protests, he unhooked your bra with one hand while he continued to trail down your skin. Sucking on the plush skin, spilling out from your bra. “Maybe if your fucking dick of a boss let you had some time off, we would be doing this at home instead of here”, he said with a groan, cupping your breasts, twisting your pebbled buds. Your sweet moans bounce off the walls.

You lean back, head thumping against the mirror as he latched his lips around one of your nipples. Bringing his free hand to the middle of your back, arching you more up into him. You cup his face pulling him up to face you, releasing your bud with a pop before devouring your pink swollen lips. Your tongues mingle against each other with passion and need, the alpha makes haste with his pants. The clinking of the metal buckle rings in your ear causing you to clench around nothing. You hook your legs around his, trying to pull him closer to you. He lets out a low chuckle against your lips before pulling away, “hmmm so eager, even though you didn’t want to do this here” “It's your fault” You respond with a pout with your eyebrows squeezed together. Giving you a smirk “Oh?” You hear a soft thud of his pants and belt hit the floor. “What exactly is my fault baby girl?” You lift up the edges of your skirt, bringing it to your mouth. Holding onto the fabric with your teeth, you flash him your lace panties. Closing your legs you swiftly slip them down before kicking them off. The alpha watches your every move as he slowly pumps his cock, smearing the beads of precum dripping down his slit. You back yourself further onto the counter putting your weight onto your arms as you lean back. Bringing your knees to your chest, resting your feet on the edge of the counter. Chris raises an eyebrow only for you to slowly open your legs giving the man a perfect view of your cunt. You can see his length twitch in his hand, letting out a long deep groan.

“Shit baby” he rasped, reaching forward with his unoccupied hand, using one of his thick digits to run up and down your soaked folds. “So fucking wet” He slowly inches his finger in. As your walls contract around his finger, he'd bury it deeper and deeper into your warm cunt. He curls his finger up, rubbing the rough pad against that soft spongy spot that has you trying to close your legs, only for him to release himself, to hold your legs still.

You let out a small whine, as he withdraws from your heated core. He laps up your slick dripping down his hand, letting out a hum of content. “Sorry baby girl”, he said, fisting himself as he lined himself up to your entrance. “I’d love to play with you more but,” He pushes himself in slowly, only giving you the tip at first. You let out a whine and try moving your hips forward, but his grip on your hips, have you in place. He pulls back just a bit and sinks a bit further each time. “I need to fuck this sweet pussy of yours.” With that last word, he snaps his hips into yours in one swift motion, pulling the most pornagraphic moan from your lips.

Each time his length twitches, your walls tighten around him. This vicious cycle continues until he starts rolling his hips into you at an agonizing slow speed. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer, nipping on his ear. His hips start to pick up pace, with each graze of your teeth. His grunts cause the muscles in your pelvis to flutter and turn into jello. He moves his hands to your ass, squeezing each cheek as he lifts you up just enough to press your bundle of nerves against his abdomen. “F-fuck” you choke out as he continues to lift and drop you on his cock like you weigh absolutely nothing. “That’s it baby”, He grunts through clenched teeth. “You like getting fucked at work?” You squeeze your eyes shut as you clench around him. “You do, don’t you?” Your eyes shoot open as you shake your head. “You sure? Seems like you want everyone to hear you.” Right as you were about to say something, he drops you on his shaft as he thrusts up. You let out a cry as he presses up against your cervix. Head falling back as your legs wrap tightly around him. Your slick drips down his full balls, pooling below the two of you.

“S-shit. You okay angel?” You nod your head slowly bringing your head back forward, looking at his blue lust filled eyes. Releasing your grasp around his neck, you lean back putting your arms behind you to steady your upper body. You languidly roll your hips into his, fucking yourself on his cock. He stills, watching you bury his length deep into your core. He waits a moment before thrusting into you in time with yours. Your mouth hangs open, feeling the crown of his member abuse your spongy spot. Chris could feel the heat pool in his pelvic floors, heartbeat speeding up as he felt himself soon coming to his release. Your slick gummy walls flutter sporadically around him, the tension building up in your lower belly. “Gonna cum all over this fat cock?” He asks with a smirk. You respond nodding ra[idly. Chris pauses his thrusts only for you to quickly look up at him with confusion and annoyance. “Say it.” You search his face only seeing his sly smirk and playful gaze. You were at your wits end, you were so close, and the longer you waited the less pressure you felt in your abdomen. “Say it or I-” “Please! Please let me cream all over your fat cock! I want to be filled up with your thick cum! Plea-” Chris honestly wasn’t expecting that much of a reaction from you, but goddamn he didn’t think it was possible to get any harder.

With a flip of a switch Chris began to thrust into you frantically. His eyes drank in every inch of your body, from the way your tits bounced with every erratic thrust. To how your eyes rolled into the back of your head with a fucked out look plastered on your face blubbering complete nonsense. The tension in your abdomen was becoming unbearable, needing one more push to send you over the edge. “Shit, shit shit!” Chris felt the heat explode throughout his lower body, as he gave one hard thrust deep into your heat. As you felt your alphas cock spasm inside of you, shooting his warm thick cum up against the narrow end of your cunt, the strain of pressure inside you finally broke. As your cunt tried to milk every last drop of him, Chris began to hump into you, muscles pressing firmly on your clit. You threw your head back, “Fuck Chris!” you kept chanting as the contact to your pearl pushed you deeper into ecstasy. You swore you could feel your nails dig into the ceramic countertop.

Once Chris came down from his high, he pulled you into him, littering your face with soft sweet kisses, bringing you back down to Earth. Once you regained composure, you buried your face into his clammy neck. “Can we go home?” You asked barely above a whisper into his skin. He hummed in response, kissing your crown. He quickly dressed the two of you before he gathered you in his arms bridal style. When the two of you made it out of the bathroom, your boss was standing outside with a few other coworkers. Chris walked up to the man towering over him. His blue eyes glaring at him. “Deny her time off again, and I’ll keep fucking her here. Understood” You boss kept his gaze down at the floor, shaking his head as if his life depended on it. His scent flooded the place, making the place stink of fear. Chris turned to leave, “Don’t let it happen again” He called out, not bothering to look behind him.

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[shorkbrian]

what if one day Kirishima or Bakugou heard you telling your friend how you faked an orgasm last time y’all fucked because he was tired after patrol n all. Kiri would feel so bad or guilty that he’d keep giving, making you come again and again. But Balugou’d be so fucking insulted, he’d either forbid you from coming for the next two weeks or make you come again n again till you’re begging him to stop. Both of them fucking you till you’re all stupid, drooling and saying “Than’ you, thank you”

I went with Kirishima bc I’m in a soft mood rn. I wanna get fucked and filled but like very gently, like have him come up behind me and lift my hips while I’m working on my laptop and just move my shorts and slide inside. 

(Warnings - NSFW, fingering, cunnilingous, overstimulation, ignored consent)

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Kirishima doesn’t let on that he had heard.

He’d just flop down behind you where you’re laying on the floor, playing a game on your phone. You turn to look at him but he just pushes you back towards your front

“Focus on your game baby.”

He starts tugging down your shorts, and you quickly get what's about to transpire, opening your legs a little and lifting your hips to help him out. Shorts and panties off, Kiri quickly lifts up one of your legs, pushing it so it’s next to your chest, pussy on full display. You don’t feel too shy, plus you were doing as he said, focusing on your game.

Fingers first, running along your folds, unhurried and steady. He twirls them around your clit, gently massaging at the pink of your cunt. You relax, sighing as he touches you, heat already rising in your tummy.

Right now though, you can tell that Kirishima just wants to touch you and fuck you while you keep playing your game, and he’s in no rush.

By the time he’s eased three fingers into you, your clit is buzzing, hips jerking. You’re still playing your game, able to keep your focus forward and on your phone. But it feels good, and you’re ready to sink into Kiri’s arms and let him fuck you to sleep.

He makes you cum with his fingers, dancing around your g-spot, pressing into hard and fast, flicking his wrist, thumb rubbing little circles around your clit. You moan, relaxed and flushed and feeling so, so good.

After you ride out the wave of your orgasm, you move to turn over, offer your throat or maybe your hands to your boyfriend, return the favor, make him feel good too. But the man stills you with his hands, chuckling.

“Nah, stay right there, I’m not finished yet.”

“Wha-?” You get your breath knocked out of you as he shoves you back onto your stomach, and then he’s breathing over your cunt, making you twitch and writhe.

“Fuck, you’re so wet now.” He huffed, dipping closer to nose at your entrance, and you gasp at the touch. “Dripping. Can’t wait to taste.” And so he didn’t, flicking his tongue out to taste your juices, humming as he did so, smacking his lips together.

His hands came to rest on the tops of your thighs, pulling you close to his face so he could lap at your pussy. “Don’t forget about your game.” He reminded, before diving in fully, licking and slurping and sucking at your clit, plunging his tongue into your entrance, rubbing it against your walls.

Your legs shake, and you moan, upper body curling in on yourself as you get dragged through instant, building pleasure as Kiri’s squishy tongue lathers all over your pulsing cunt.

The man makes you cum again, and then once more with his tongue, and by then you’re crying, game forgotten.

“Kiri stop, I can’t take anymore. No more, no more please! Oh-ah-ah, wait!” You yelped squirming in his hold, legs squeezing together as you tried to force him to stop licking you.

All you accomplished was crushing his head between your thighs, keeping him locked close. You could feel his smile before he dug back in with fervor, pushing his tongue as far as he could manage into your wet, pink opening.

It hurt, it felt good, it was too much! With another useless thrash, you sobbed into the carpet, hitting the ground in frustration and overstimulation as you begged for your boyfriend to stop.

With one last, stomach-flipping suck, Kirishima detached from your cunt, sitting back on his heels. “Fuckkk baby, You’re so sensitive. That feel good? You came like, three times!”

Hiccuping, you managed to turn onto your back, fixing your boyfriend with a tear-filled gaze. “I told-hic-I told you to stop! Why didn’t you... I wanted-hic-you to stop Kiri...”

Your boyfriend cooed, swooping close to press wet lips to your forehead, smoothing down your hair. “I know baby.” His voice was so sweet, he was almost baby-talking you. “But I want you to feel really nice, okay? I’m gonna make you cum a bunch, get your pussy all sore.”

He wasn’t done? Eyes widening, you pushed him away, immediately trying to sit up, but Kiri pushed you back down onto your back, holding you there with a large hand splayed across your chest.

“No, stay there. Here-” he reached above your head, picking up your phone to deposit it in your hands, dipping down for another wet kiss pressed against your forehead. “-Just play your game.”

Clutching your phone to your chest, you could only nod. You always listened to your boyfriend, let him tell you what to do. You trusted him.

Kirishima patted your cheek lovingly, giving you a gentle smile before drawing back. He situated your legs so that one was between his own, your other leg slung over his thigh, so he was essentially sitting on one of your legs, holding you down.

He was already naked, had been from the moment he had settled down behind you. Kirishima lined himself up, taking a second to use the mushroom head of his dick to play with your folds, rubbing along the slick flesh, tapping at your clit, rubbing his pre-cum onto your skin.

When you whined, hands still gripping your phone, Kiri grinned, still focused on your pussy. “Getting impatient babe? Don’t make me tell you again, keep playing your game.”

You did as he said, hesitantly switching your attention back to your phone, clicking it on, tapping back ti the game you had been playing. Now that you weren’t focused on him, it came as surprise when he pushed the tip inside, the man making a little noise as he bit his lip, closing his eyes.

He kept just the tip inside, thrusting in tiny little circles, never going deeper. It was teasing at pleasure, and you wanted more. But you were determined to be good, and kept your eyes and mind on your phone, letting Kirishima have his fun playing with your puffy, overstimulated hole.

You almost choked when he pushed in completely, slow but steady. “K-Kiri! Oh!” 

“Mm, yes baby? God, your pussy is so hot, always makes me cum so fast. This time I’m gonna make sure you cum, alright? I’m not gonna stop though, want you to cum lots of times, ‘kay?”

The reveal of his plan made you squirm, fingers itching to drop your phone and reach for your boyfriend. You don’t think you’d survive that, could survive that. You were already sensitive, content with the orgasms he had pulled from you.

Usually you were always up for sex, Kirishima always able to rile you up. But right now you were tired, and you’d already cum. You just wanted to suck Kiri off and maybe take a shower, not get pounded into oblivion.

Immediately, Kirishima started out thrusting hard and fast, aiming for your g-spot, hips hammering against your ass. You squealed, back arching, but you were proud that you held onto your phone, even though you wanted to drop it and claw at the carpet. The way he was straddling your leg made it impossible for you to escape his grip, and it wasn’t long before you found yourself crying through another orgasm, sobbing as it rippled through your body, stomach clenching hard.

“Oh god, oh, that’s good.” Kiri breathed, stilling his hips. “I feel like ‘m gonna cum, jesus.”

You thought you were done after that.

And then he started moving again, curling forward so he could rest his elbows beside your face, bury his head in your neck. Before doing that though, he looped your arms around his neck, throwing your phone to the side, finally giving you permission to use your hands.

They went to his hair, clutching at the strands as his hips worked into you at a torturous pace, small circles, big circles, then straight thrusting before he repeated the pattern. Not an inch of your insides was left untouched.

“No.... Kiri...ah, ple-e-e-ase, aHhH!” You begged, body limp underneath him.

“Nope.” The man shook his head, brow furrowed in determination. You were still present enough to be able to tell that he was struggling, fighting not to cum, sweat dripping off his temples. “You’re gonna cum for me again, and again, and again until I let you stop, got it?”

“I do-n’tttt-!” You sobbed, unable to finish your sentence. You came again, convulsing in his hold, eyes rolling back in your head when one of his hands began torturing your clit, rubbing circles, thumbing at the bud, pressing hard.

It was beginning to be difficult to make sense of the world, your experience reduced to pleasurable sensations. 

There was Kirishima’s body above you, heavy, damp with sweat, muscles rippling as he moved.

The scent of sex filled the air, sweat and your juices and Kirishima’s natural musk infiltrating your nose.

The unsteady build of pleasure in your gut, tummy flip-flopping with each thrust. Carpet rubbing against your back, soft red hair under your fingers, wet lips pressing to your neck in sweet kisses and toe-curling hickies.

All of the sensations swirled together, until you could barely discern up from down.

“-el good? Baby? Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes-nnh-yes!” You cried, bucking your hips back against his, forcing his cock deeper and deeper until his fat balls could be felt against your ass. “Feels..... mm..... nice.” You sighed, closing your eyes as you pulled at Kiri’s hair.

“Yeah? Fuck, I think I’m gonna cum, oh fuck I'm gonna cum, gonna-fuck, gonna cum-!” Kirishima panted, resuming his sweet, romantic kisses to your neck and clavicle. 

“Thank-thank you Kiri! Th-ank-th-oh-” 

It’s okay if he hadn’t listened to you at first. You felt nice now, floating on clouds.

[bemylord]

truth or dare

peirings: kuroo x fem!reader x kenma.

warnings: smut, aged up, oral, gagging, threesome, nipples play, overstimulating, hint of poly relationship.

w/c: 1.9k

kuroo and kenma are your closest friends - both of them would help you out anytime or talk to your whenever you want it. both of them are happy to spend their evenings with you: they're needed for your relaxing body massage you once give them or you both prefer to watch anime. sometimes, you do the homework - the time where's kuroo yelling at you and kenma for being bad at the subject. although, if you're getting good grades at school, he still mad - you aren't good at his point. after studying, both of you would play a video game. now, kenma is the best player among you.

'how is that possible you don't know how to play? gosh, i'll show only once, i won't teach you forever, nerds'

quiet notes from kenma to you on how to win kuroo.

generally, they both are funny and good friends. one call to kuroo or kenma and he'll be around you, comforting his friend.

'till the moment kuroo propose to play a game, named truth or dare.

'it'd be fun, what do you think, y/n-chan?'

'i'm in!'

the thought it'd cheerfully and you'll have merrily game didn't last long. it was fun to a certain point in the game.

'truth or dare, kenma-kun?' asked vivaciously kuroo. he has been joining since he came up with

'truth'

'are you in love with someone?'

kenma is speechless, his eyes widened as he heard the question. he gulped, closing his eyes.

'seriously, in love?' kenma responded with a question, crossing arms on the chest, staring at his friend like he told a lewd thing.

'i mean that, give us an answer!'

'yes, i am' you covered your mouth with a hand, gazing at the blond one. the game started and you found out an interesting thing about kozume.

'who are they? do we know them?' you inquired, putting your hand on kenma's shoulder, rubbing it a cheerful way. kinda, you glad that your friend settled down by found a girl with whom he wants to be. although, why is he keeping it aside from you? aren't you friends with him?

'it's the second question, now i'm running. y/n-chan, truth or dare?'

'how rude you're, truth'

'the same question. do you love someone?'

you exhaled, musing about the question. the warm feeling born in your chest when you're with boys. you've never caught yourself at the thought you're in love with them. you love them as friends, maybe something more, but you aren't in love. it must be a wrong feeling.

'i don't know. it's just complicated, i've got feelings for.. for someone, but don't think i'm in love'

'are you hiding some information apart from me?' kuroo indignantly screamed, pointing at you. he moaned lingering, twisted his tongue, not looking at you. 'being in love it's awesome, why you both didn't tell me early, i-i' he interrupted himself, reflecting on the phrase he said.

'kuroo-san, truth or dare?'

'dare'

you're smiling sinisterly, rubbing your hands, guessing over the dare. it would humorously tell him to do something easy, so you're kept thinking about it whilst found acceptable dare.

'do a striptease for us'

it's entertaining to watch as his emotions changing from calm to frowning, in the eyes new emotion - mingled astonishment and stupefaction. knockout dare took him off guard - he didn't expect you would dare an obscene action like a strip.

'you will regret about it, y/n'

those eyes that expressed stupefaction transformed to the lustful and lascivious. there is no fear of unknowing what you'll dare next, there's lust and dissolute.

kuroo took his shirt off, exposing a pumped-up body - he has those fucking six-pack, not like a bodybuilder, but damn, his upper body literally saying: fuck me. he's coming closer to you with small steps, playing with his chest and abs using hands. you didn't notice how fast kuroo he put his knees between your legs, running his fingers on your shoulders to the neck, squeezing your narrow neck, pulling his face in your ear.

'you liked it, y/n, like my strip-' he did a little pause, licking your ear. the goosebumps are running over your body, as long as you're trying to avoid the familiar feeling. you closed your eyes, attempting his body. 'tease'

he moved away from you, back at his previous position, staring at kenma. his mand is hazy of the action kuroo did: was it real or he was guided by the dare. crafty type.

'kenma, truth or dare?' he's acting like it was nothing, like he didn't tease by half-muttering in your ear, which gave you goosebumps, and your breath was taken away. for credibility, he licked your earlobe, isn't it enough?

'since the game is getting hotter, dare, kuroo'

'show us the person you're in love with'

isn't the game hotter than a sun? on that point, is getting closer to that temperature. kenma stood up, staring at his teammate - some line is connecting them, binding them as some rivals for your attention. kenma sat behind you, put hands on your shoulders, breathed out on the back of your neck, make your knees go weak. 'she's sitting in front of you'

goosebumps are running over your body, breath stuck in your throat as kenma touched your shoulder with his warm palm, rubbing your skin gently. you exhaled, as kenma lingering on your neck, raises the chin up, blowing in your left ear, kissing it concurrently.

'and i'm kissing her'

you opened your mouth, not trying to resist, moisten chapped lips erstwhile were humidified due to the lip gloss. not trying to resist, when kuroo put your small hand on his six-pack; your hands are running over lumpy muscles whilst the blond one licking your collarbone. suddenly, you felt his hands under the shirt, denuding your breast to kuroo. you were up to close your legs, but the hand of the guy in front of you didn't allow it.

'you're so concupiscent, y/n. let us do the thing, baby girl. we'll treat you as your queen, your little girl' uttered kuroo, approaching his face on your nipple. 'can i?'

there must an answer, although everything you could do muttering indistinctly, feeling the unknowing sense down there. so marvelous, voluptuous, and vulnerable it is. kuroo barely touched your nipple with the tip as kenma slipped a hand into your shorts. you lay the back on kenma's chest, unconsciously spreading legs apart. outlining yet hard areola, kuroo lick it, biting just lightly the nipple. he has been enjoying it even more than you, receiving from two boys delight.

kenma pull aside your shorts, discovered you aren't wearing the panties. he snorted, rubbing an index finger on your folds. what could be more pleasant than this moment? the captain of a nekoma team is licking your nipples whilst the setter is playing with your pussy. you're lost in his caress: it seems there's no more air, no more feelings besides lust and desire.

kuroo pulls away from you, unzip his pants: a thick dick dropped in front of your face, covered in veins, the head is red from the pressure of your tiny body. the precum appears on the glans as you touched the hot cock, stroking with a hand from the tip 'till your little finger touches the pubis. you smear the drop of his semen with a tongue, lick the head, pull inside the wet mouth.

'you haven't seen something big as my cock, sweetie?' he giggled, thrust more in your warm, little mouth. you're sandwiched between two hot bodies, receiving and giving oral sex. abruptly, kenma make a fist of your hair, nudging your head deeper on kuroo's cock 'till your nose meets with the skin. you chocked, not having time for rest, in addition, kenma's abrupt push makes you gag even more. kenma entering his finger inside your tight pussy, still nudging you.

'get on the bed, baby' kuroo hoisted you up. somehow, you managed to stand on your fours, letting kuroo eating you out, giving kenma your face to fuck. maybe it's their smells, such as aphrodisiac; not paying attention to the pain in your throat due to their fat cocks, you're sucking blond's member whilst kuroo greedily licking out you, preparing for the cock. it seems it has been an eternity since you've been doing it, whereas it doesn't take longer than a quarter of the time.

'don't worry, sweetie, i'll be gentle, just relax'

you're practically been dripping under his face, yet when you felt the gland at the entrance you knew it won't be easy: kuroo won't stop till he goes into you entirely. you're getting lost as many times you came on the captain's tongue, perhaps two or three, nevertheless it hurts when he's attempting to pull his cock in. with a certain slosh kuroo went in your cunt deep, but slow, stopping his movements, giving you a couple of second to get used to the new feeling. new orgasm is building up as soon as kuroo asked you with a husky voice about your well-being.

'are you okay? i could pull it out if you're-'

'move, kuroo. you can'

tremendously soft and big concurrently, but his smug grin appears as he heard your order: it's maddening him to be inside you. gradually, the captain starts to increase the pace, as his balls slapping against your cunt.

kenma is blissful as never: he could only think about the godlike blowjob like this one. your tongue is running from the tip to the balls, gagging by it. tears start to fall down on your cheeks, leaving the wet trace, though you aren't stopping: you're a masochist if you're relishing something like that. you would answer: yes, i am, but your mouth is full by kenma's dick.

'i will cum in your mouth, can i, kitten?'

kenma is breathing heavily, scarcely would last longer, as you feel as his cock is twitching and getting hotter. you switched your mouth on his glans, sucking and stroking the base, helping to reach the high.

'me too, y/n, get ready for mine semen in your mouth too'

so fucking full of sperm you'll be in a few seconds. kuroo pulls his dick out, get out of bed, coming to the edge. using your hands, you're stroking theirs cocks waiting for the cum in your mouth to taste it. both of them came simultaneously, giving you their hot semen. feeling as your cunt twitching from the big dick, swallowing their semen.

how did it turn on? what happened? you didn't know exactly, you're happy that now you're cuddling and smooching your boys, exhausted from your first time. kuroo tenderly kissing the back of your neck, burying his face into your hair, pulling closer by your waist. kenma covers your face with quick but affectional kisses, interlacing your fingers.

you're happy and lucky cuddling with boys with the guys you love. but they love you even more.

'sleep kitten, we will be here when you open your eyes'

'stop talking she's sleeping!'

'don't scream she may wake up'

'and stop being so sweet i love her more than you do'

'no, i-'

you giggled, falling asleep to their quiet muttering of 'who loves you more'

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:3 i don't know, but i was listening to this playlist it gives some vibes lol. and sorry abt last words, i had a fit of tenderness :)

[kagedaddy]

late valentine’s day - haikyuu!

Warnings: explicit content

gala days [masterlist]

thank you for the 400 followers, it’s unreal! I have a request post coming up so keep posted! my asks are always open, drop by.

daichi sawamura

Orgasm Denial

“It was a joke babe!”you grab the arm of your partner to try and ease his anger but he roughly pulls his arm from your grasp. 

“A joke (first name)? You were all over that basketball captain scum.”he turns to you halting your movements, his frame towers over you and his eyes burns with jealously and anger. He was not happy with you but in a twisted way you liked it. 

You might have pushed too far, it was meant to be a joke to see how much patience your dear captain had. With the situation right now your plan had worked for the better as a pleasurable shiver racks your body.

Your parents were out of town for a few days so you invited your boyfriend to stay over, you excitedly fiddle with the keys to your front door before pushing it open. You let the fuming male enter and he removes his outer coat and shoes before staring down at you. He walks off to your bedroom and you follow him excitedly like a good girl.

As soon as you enter your room, he gently pushes you against the hard wood of your door, “Why don’t you be a doll and strip for me.”his voice drops an octave and you can’t help the heat that pools in your panties, you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from moaning. “Your clothes aren’t gonna strip themselves,”he grips your neck forcing you to look up to him, your hands work on your uniform but he wasn’t satisfied.

A scream leaves you as Daichi rips off your clothes leaving you in just your white lacy panties. He presses your back against the wood harder, other hand cupping your breast roughly,”do you want a worse punishment? Is that it?”his tone taunting you and his fingers finds your lower lips teasing your slit. Thumb roughly pressing on your little nub, your eyes roll back as he slides a thick finger inside, pumping at an alarming pace, your pussy clenches and stretches as he eases another.

Your legs tremble when his fingers graze your sweet spot, your mouth falls open as you feel the burn of your high and you’re chanting your partner’s name but just as the coil snaps Daichi withdraws his fingers and any trace of your orgasm was gone. You look at him in question but the dark smirk on his lips answers you, this was your punishment. His lips find yours in a bruising kiss and again his fingers glide over your slick pussy before slipping in, lewd sounds fill your room.

His fingers go at a slower pace this time but his thumb presses on your clit and the sensation has you raking your nails down his back, with your reaction his fingers fasten their pace and the stroking of your clit becomes rough urging your orgasm faster but just like before his fingers were gone and you were desperately trying to rub yourself on him to get any form of friction, you grit your teeth in frustration as he builds you up again.

This continues on, over and over. Your orgasm denied one too many times that your body falls limp on the ground, legs too jelly and mind all mudded, you were going insane, so you plead to your partner, “Dai please!”

“Are you gonna be a good girl now?”

sugawara koushi

Anal Sex

“Ano (first name)-chan, I was wondering if we can try something tonight?”you look up to your grey haired partner in curiousity,”try what Koushi?”moving over so your legs are on both sides of your boyfriend and you’re sitting comfortably on his lap.

He takes a strand of your hair before tucking it behind your ear,”anal,”your eyes widen, you knew your boyfriend was wild in bed but you didn’t think he’d ever suggest this, he didn’t seem like the type.

“Ehh? Koushi you want to try anal?”you rephrase his words, you were not sure if you heard him right,”yes, I want to feel your tight ass on my cock.”his words make you squirm in his lap and heat travels your core.

 “I-I”you didn’t know how to respond, his hands grope the fat flesh of your ass, he grips your ass cheeks ever so often spreading them apart. A soft mewl escapes you and you flush pink, Suga burrows his head in the crook of your neck, leaving wet and hot kisses.

He continues to massage your ass as he rocks your body on his growing erection, thumbs slipping under the soft material of your lacey panties to tease and you lean up to kiss his lips and he takes it as an opportunity to move your panties to the side.

Slipping a long digit in your achy entrance,”I guess my sugar wants to try, your pussy is dripping.”he chuckles pushing a second finger in you. “Get up sugar,”he taps your thighs and you move, he rummages in his bag before pulling out a small lube bottle.

“On all fours.”you’re quick to move placing your knees on the couch while your hands rested on the neck rest. You hear the bottle cap open and you jolt from the cold sensation of the liquid on your tight ass muscle. His fingers circle around the hole before pushing a finger in, the feeling was uncomfortable at first but he starts a slow pace, helping you stretch.

Once he thinks your all prepped and stretched out, you turn to him and he’s covered his cock in lube, he meets your eyes and it’s swirling in lust, ”Are you ready sugar?”you only nod your head, one hand gripped your hips and the other guiding his engorged organ to your hole.

“Fuck all nice and tight.”the tip of his cock slips in and you clench your eyes shut from the slight pain as a tear slips down your cheeks,”just relax sugar, everything will feel good,”his hand moves to your clit rubbing it you were overwhelmed with pleasure and hints of pain.

He slowly moves testing your reaction but you mewl in pleasure and he takes it as a sign to start rocking his hips into you, the sensation was both pain and pleasure. “Sugar so fucking tight I love it,”he pulls you against his chest and you sink deeper on his dick.

“So deep Koushi,”you moan bouncing on his cock, you arch your back leaning your head on his shoulder,”play with your boobs for me sugar,”his smooth voice rings in your ear and you follow his command. It only intensifies the pleasure you felt and your clenching hard on his dick, he groans in response and presses even harder on your puffy clit occasionally slipping a finger in your pussy.

“Sugar I’m gonna cum, are you close?”Suga was breathless but his thrusts were unwavering, pushing himself deeper in your ass you can only nod in reply, tweaking a pert nipple it sends you over the edge, the pleasure was overwhelming and your orgasm hits you hard that you limply fall forward. He grips on your hips, spasming out before his own orgasm was triggered.

Filling your hole with his hot cum, you’re both breathless and forms both slumped on the couch. He pulls out and massages your ass allowing his cum to dribble out of your hole and an animalistic groan leaves his throat.

“Look at that”

asahi azumane

Thigh Riding

“Azu-kun.”you turn to your long haired boyfriend, he hums in reply before setting his pencil down and giving you his attention. You both have been doing homework and you were bored,”I wanna do something else.”you pout as you lean your frame closer to Asahi.

“What do you want to do?”his eyes meet yours, so innocent you thought, tongue darting out to lick your lips as filthy thoughts cloud your mind. “I have a few ideas.”you run your hand on his clothed thigh, stopping just before his crotch, he visibly shivers and his eyes widen.

“(first name) we can’t, we’re not ready I don’t have a condom with me.”his cheeks flush and his eyes widens,”aww Azumane, please I’m horny,”jutting out your bottom lip, he looks away before sighing in defeat, you beam in excitement.

“How about a compromise? Hmm? Come fuck yourself on my thigh?”his eyes darken, he moves to sit up right and gestures you to remove your bottoms, you eagerly comply before sitting yourself on his thigh. You mewl as the rough demin meets your pretty clit,”fuck your self (nickname).”he sits back on the couch, watching as you drag your body against his thigh, whimpering when he plays with your clit, you rock body for more friction and it has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Fuck Azu, it feels so good,”your grip on his shoulder tigthens as he now helps you move on his thigh, a loud moan escapes you when he flexes his thigh and grinds you harder. “Is this what you want?”his tone teasing as a smirk plays on his lips, admiring the sight of you, a large tent forms on his jeans but he ignores it as he focuses on you.

Only moans arise from you, he leans to kiss you catching your moans, your head rolls back drowning in the stimulation on your clit, his jeans had a small wet spot from where you’ve been grinding your pussy on, it just made you more wet.

Fuck it was you making a mess on him.

“Come on baby cum on my thigh.”he bounces his leg upwards sending you into your orgasm, your walls clench over nothing as your fluids spill on his jeans creating an even bigger wet spot. But you weren’t the only one who made a mess, Asahi had cum in his jeans.

“Shit that was so hot”

nishinoya yuu

Massage

“(nickname)-chan, can you rub my back? I feel sore,”you tear your eyes away from the television to your boyfriend. He was laid on his stomach, his neck craned to look at you,”yeah sure.”you shift to sit on his lower back, legs on either side of him.

You palm his broad shoulders, easing out the knots on his back, one particular spot had him groaning in pleasure and the sound sent sweet shivers down your spine. You continue to rub the spot, enjoying the sexy sounds of your boyfriend, “Yuu do you want me to massage you in a different area, like the front of your shoulders?”you played innocently as you suggested the idea to your boyfriend, you were feeling a little frisky.

“Uh, sure.”you get off him as he turns his body to lay on his back. You settle yourself on his lower stomach before pressing on his shoulders once more, he stares at you intently and your cheeks flush pink, “I’ve got another sore place for you to massage baby.”his voice drops an octave lower and you can’t help the sweet clench of your pussy. “Right here baby.”he takes your hand and runs it over his stiffening cock, you grip his length stroking him through his sweats earning a lovely groan.

You shift yourself lower and with nimble fingers you pull the elastic of sweats and underwear exposing his leaky slit. You drag your tongue over the salty tip before you engulf just the head in your mouth, sucking and stroking the base of his cock. “You look so pretty down there baby.”he pushes your head lower on his dick and you hollow your cheeks to accommodate more of his length.

You push your tongue on the prominent vein and your hand cups his balls, slowing massaging them in your delicate hands, earning such lewd sounds from your boyfriend, “Am I doing a good job massaging you Noya?”the vibration from your throat sends pleasurable shivers down his spine and he bucks his hips up and his dick knocks the back of your throat, tears prick at your eyes.

“So good but I want your cute little cunt to massage me baby.”he pulls you off his cock and you take the hint, sliding your panties down your legs and lining yourself up on his throbbing cock. His cock easily slips in and his full length was deep in your pussy, you begin to rock your hips.

He was so deep inside you, caressing your unprotected cervix everytime you slammed back down on him, his hands find purchase on your hips gripping harshly. He was becoming needy as he bucks his hips up to meet yours and pulling you harder down on him, your head lulls back when he hits your g spot.

“Noya there, right there please!”you mewl nails digging into his well built chest, he has taken full control and moves his thumb to rub figure eights on your puffy clit, your breast bounce as he continues his abuse on you, a strangled moan leaves your lips and you see stars as your orgasm racks through you. Love juices spilling onto his balls and to the couch, Nishinoya thrusts up a couple of times before spilling his cum inside you, painting your insides a pretty white.

“You definitely need to give me more massages baby”

tanaka ryuunosuke

Phone Sex

You stir in your sleep as your phone noisily vibrates on your nightstand, you sit up and pick up the phone.

It was 3:30 am

Without looking at the caller you pick up the call,”hello,”you rub the sleep out of your eyes,”hey sweets, can you help me out?,”the deep voice of your boyfriend sounds on the small device.

“Ryuu what do you need help in?”you scrunch eyebrows in worry,”can you touch yourself for me sweets, I’m so horny for you.”his voice rasps and the thought of your boyfriend all hot and bothered woke you up and got you needy.

You start to feel the heat and your insides burn with need, you slowly slip you hand down your stomach towards the edge of your panties. “What got you so horny?”moving your hand now inside your underwear slowly rubbing your sensitive clit,”I just couldn’t stop thinking of your body, sweets,”he groans and your eyes shuts at the image of him stroking his hard length.

You rub harsh circles on your clit at the sounds of your boyfriend,”turn on your camera baby, I wanna see you play with your pussy.”you press the camera button and move your phone to face your sopping pussy. “Fuck sweets, my dick would easily slide in you.”your eyes rolls to the back of your head, pussy clenching at the thought of his fat cock inside you.

You slip two fingers in and spreading your lips to show Tanaka how sopping wet your pussy was,”touch your boobs for me, yeah?”Fingers moving up to pinch on your already hard nipples earning soft mewls from you. You speed up your fingers, lewd sounds leaving your pussy.

You look to Tanaka and his hips were thrusting into his hand, the sight was one to drool over, the soft glow of the moonlight left an almost Godly look on Tanaka. Your high was close as the coil in your stomach tightens and you knew Tanaka was close too his fisting had become sloppy. “Ryuu I’m close,”your fingers sped up, now using your other hand to pinch and play with your clit to draw you closer to your orgasm.

As the coil snapped, you came and a pornographic moan leaves your lips and your orgasm washes over you. Not too long after Tanaka orgasms, his cum coating his stomach and hand. He flashes you a smile bringing the phone to his face and you do the same.

“Fuck, I came so hard for you sweets”

kageyama tobio

Face Fucking

Your bedroom door roughly swings open, the sound startling you, there stood the fuming frame of your boyfriend.

Oh my was it a hot sight.

“What’s wrong Tobio?”you get up from your spot on the bed, circling your arms around the waist of the blue haired setter. His arms encase you,”Hinata boke! Got us kicked out of the gym again!”his fingers dig into your sides, sure to leave crescent shaped bruises.

“Do you want to cuddle until you feel better?”you look up to the male, lightly kissing his jaw, occasionally sucking on the pale skin. “I can think of a few ways.”Tobio nudges your body downwards until your knees are on the floor and you’re face to face with his growing bulge.

He roughly grips your hair, eyes dark with frustration and lust,”you know what to do princess.”your hand palms his cock through his shorts earning a throaty groan, you play with the hem of his shorts before tugging them down.

His cock slaps against his flat stomach, standing tall and erect with beads of pre cum leaking at the tip, you feel yourself salivate as you grip his base and balls lightly squeezing them. You look up at him through your lashes as you slowly take his tip in your warm mouth.

A delicious hiss encourages you to take more of him, lightly grazing your teeth before releasing his length with a pop. “Such a good princess for me.”he takes his cock and smacking your face with it, smearing your face with saliva and precum. “Open up.”you follow and stick your tongue out, he slaps his heavy cock on it and you take him in your mouth again.

You hollow your cheeks taking more of his large size, you graze your tongue on the underside vein earning a low groan from your boyfriend. You bob your head, starting with a slow pace but Tobio had other plans, he pushes your head forcing himself into your mouth, tip touching the back of your throat.

Your hands move to his thighs to stop him from thrusting hips but he was stronger than you, he slams his hips and you gag from the force but he continues on,”that’s what I like to see, my princess such a mess,”he groans and his eyes almost pitch black, he starts fucking your throat and tears stream down your cheeks but you continue take his dick.

His hips start to stutter and his pants become more erratic, you knew he was close, your jaw was sore and drool falling from your filled lips. “Fuck princess, I’m so close.”his grip tigthens around your head, pushing you closer to his hips, his thighs still and the overwhelming salty taste invades your mouth.

“Swallow it”

hinata shouyo

Love Making

You run your hands down the sculpted abs of your boyfriend, groaning as you palm him through his boxers. “Shouyo can you fuck me?”your lower lip trapped between your teeth as you squeeze your thighs together to ease the burning ache.

He tilts your chin up and drops his head to kiss you, the kiss was slow full of passion, his tongue drags across your bottom lip asking for entrance and you grant it, you moan at the taste of him. Pushing yourself harder on him to get more but he pulls away.

“Let me show you how much I love you.”he shifts on top of you, his hands gently caressing and making his way down your body before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. Leaving you bare for his eyes to feast on, he hums when he runs his thumb over your slick slit, pressing hard on your swollen clit.

“Hnn Shouyo, please”you whine, his movements slow dipping just the tip of his finger,”let me take care of you,”he presses open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs before it meets your hot opening, ”fuck Sho!”you moan, his lips greedily sucking on your clit and fingering your tiny hole.

Your core tigthens and eyes squeeze shut, your climax was approaching, your fingers find themselves in Hinata’s orange hair tugging as your toes curled. Orgasm hitting you like a freight train you chant his name like a prayer and he detaches from you, fingers leaving your pussy with such lewd sounds.

“Feel good pretty girl?”you weakly nod your head and he moves on top of you resting his weight on his forearms, your fingers pull on the hem of his boxer briefs desperate for him to strip them off. A hearty chuckle sounds from your partner before he quickly kicks off his underwear.

His thick cock standing proud, you cup his shaft moving your hand to stroke him but he catches your wrist and trapping it above your head. You watch him as he grips his own shaft stroking himself before lining up to your hole. You feel him push his tip in before slowly bottoming out, full length stretching you but he doesn’t move you whine pussy clenching around him.

You shriek in pleasure when he pulls back and connects your hips again, his movements were gentle and sweet. You lock your ankles around his back drawing you closer to each other. It brings a delicious groan from Hinata, your back arches and your pussy squeezes him from the delightful sound, “you like me deep babe?”you can only nod too immersed in pleasure, you’re completely out of it.

Your high begins to build up, nails digging into his shoulders for support, he dips his head to give you a sensual kiss but it only makes his dick go deeper. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and without warning you’ve come undone triggering Hinata’s own orgasm. His warm cum fills your insides, pumping a few more times before pulling out and falling next to you.

You both lay panting basking in the afterglow, you card your fingers through his sweaty hair before placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“I love you”

tsukishima kei

Size Kink

*tap* *tap*

You sit up from your bed looking over to your nightstand reading the red glowing numbers of your clock, it read 1:15 am. Your phone lights from beside the clock and you reach over to it, your phone was blowing up with messages from a certain tall blonde middle blocker.

‘Oi ばか (baka)! Open your window’

You glance at your shut window and a pebble makes contact with it emitting a small tapping sound, that’s what woke you up. You throw your covers off you and slide up your window, there bathing in the moonlight was your boyfriend, he gestures to his phone before yours starts ringing.

Swiping the green icon and pressing the small device on your ear, ”kei what are you doing here?”you ask as you continue to watch the male below you. “Open your door,”he points to your front door, you nod your head before quietly exiting your room to open the front door.

As soon as the door unlocked Kei pulls you in a heated kiss, hands in your hair gripping roughly, biting your lower lip in desperation. You break from the kiss, ”Kei what are you doing?”his hand wraps firmly around your wrist dragging you to the direction of your room.

Once inside, his hand travels to your cotton shorts, slipping his long fingers in your pink panties rubbing your sensitive little nub, you can feel his hard cock pushing on your stomach. “Kei please.”a breathy moan escapes you, ”quiet down pipsqueak, you don’t wanna wake your parents.”he pushes your pants down allowing the cool air to hit your heated center.

“Jump up,”he taps your ass and you immediately follow his request, he carries your tiny frame before throwing you on your bed, his eyes rake your body. He cages you between the bed and himself, his lips finding your neck and sucking harsh love bites into your skin. You claw his back when he blows cold air on them, his large hands roughly groping your breast.

“Kei please, I want you.”your back arches, he was teasing you too much for someone who came to your house horny and a dark smirk rests on his handsome face. He sits up stripping himself of his clothes, his erection stands large and tall in all its glory, you feel yourself drool at the sight earning a delicious laugh.

“Suck my cock pretty, get it nice and wet for me.”he pulls your hair positioning your head so you’re facing his stiff cock. You slip the leaking tip in your mouth, giving him a small suck before struggling to take more of him in. He pulls you off his dick, golden eyes shinning,”look at you, struggling on this fat dick,”he snickers, pushing your body to lay on the bed.

He lines himself up,”Kei I just want your big cock in me,”you mewl, he rubs the tip teasing you further but you move your hips and the head slips in earning a moan from both of you. He tsks at you before slamming the rest of his long length, walls stretching to accommodate his size, “Shit babe, your little cunt is struggling to take me in.”he thumbs your clit harshly, admiring your squirming form.

A low growl rips through Tsukishima as he presses down on the bulge on your tummy, mesmerised at how deep his cock is in you, biting your lower lip to hold in your mewls as his pace begins to pick up and the coil in you tigthens. Hips now relentlessly slamming against yours for sure to leave you sore, “Are you close?”he breathlessly whispers, your pussy clenches and your nails claw at his biceps as he slams deeper into you, kissing your g spot harshly and sends you seeing stars as your orgasm crashes on you.

“Fuck fuck fuck kei!”His hips stutters, he helps you ride your orgasm before spilling his hot load inside your abused cunt, his hand again pushes down on your lower tummy watching your cunt leak of him and your juices.

“My tiny tiny pipsqueak so pretty”

yamaguchi tadashi

Mutual Masturbastion

“Tadashi?”you had let yourself in your boyfriend’s house, he gave you his key so you can visit him anytime.

No answer, that’s odd he said he’s be at home all day, you venture deeper in his house heading for his room. Just as you were about to knock a low groan halts your actions, soft grunts continue to sound from the door.

You slowly push the door open and you’re greeted to a tasty sight, your boyfriend had his back against the headboard, delicious abs on display and his thick cock wrapped up in his hand as he jerks himself off.

“Fuck (first name).”he moans your name still unaware of your presence, the man before you had you clenching your thighs in need. You curse under your breath, you were getting turned on and you were sure your panties were ruined by your slick.

He opens his eyes and they meet yours his movement still as his cheeks burn a darker shade of red. “(fir-first name)!”he moves to cover his manhood, you sit yourself on the edge of his bed, you reach out to stop him.

“It’s so hot Dashi,”you moan out as he slowly begins to stroke himself again, you bit your lip as an uncomfortable heat settles in your core, “touch yourself for me (first name),”his eyes darken and his hand finds itself on your neck pulling you close before connecting your lips in a sensual kiss.

You break away and he tugs at your sweats, urging you to strip your clothes you comply and slowly remove your clothing giving him sexy show. “So pretty,”he grips on your waist, running his fingers over your already wet pussy, he collects your arousal and smears it on his still hard cock.

Shit that was hot.

He jerks his hand and you sit back with your legs spread for him to view. You delicately run your fingers over your slit, eyes trained on the jerking motion of Yamaguchi. The sight was so pornographic, a thin layer of sweat covers his body and his head is rolled back as soft groans leave his lips.

You slip two fingers in, masturbating to the view of your boyfriend.

Your pussy clenches on your fingers before the feeling of tension being released in your core overwhelms you. Lewd squelching noise fills the room as you finger yourself through your high, toes curled and eyes clamped shut. Your attention shifts to Yamaguchi when he moves to kneel infront of you, his body stills and ropes of hot cum is shot on to your face and breasts, a throaty groans leaves him as he finishes on you.

“Fuck we should do this again”

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heyya! sorry but my internet was being buggy but here’s my valentines special hehe (it’s SUPER late), first smut post of the page. the other clubs will be posted in the following days, so keep posted and check on the [masterlist]. if you guys enjoyed the special please leave a like and comment, drop by my twitch and leave me a follow too! enjoy and hope yah had a great valentines! jaa mata!

happy late valentines ♥️!

all the love xx

[miyuhpapayuh]

Where You Belong.

It'd been two weeks since their breakup— if you can even classify it, as one.

Their relationship wasn't always rocky. Y'lan did everything to make sure that she was happy and taken care of and she did the same for him, but Cici began to feel neglected as time went on.

His job started to become his main focus and petty arguments became an everyday occurrence, until she got tired and moved out of his apartment, and into one of her own.

As of late, she's been enjoying being single, cumming and going as she pleases.

"So... when do I get the pleasure of seeing you, again?" Standing at the bottom of the steps, Cici and her new favorite man candy stand centimeters away from each other's lips, underneath the orange hued sun.

"Hm, you might be luckier than you think." The smitten man peers down at her, placing wet kisses on her lips.

"Mm., yo pretty ass better call me."

"Maybe I will....," she steps away from him and towards the door, her hand placed on the handle. "Maybe I won't."

"It's like that?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Always. Goodnight.," she sing-songs, unlocking the door and disappearing behind it.

Kicking her furry slides off, she sighs as the fluffy rug aides to her aching feet. Her phone starts ringing as she makes her way down the hall.

"Hello?," she answers, not even caring to look at the caller ID.

"So, you movin' on and ain't think to tell me?," Y'lan's irritated voice sounds through, causing her to roll her eyes.

"We gotta do this, tonight? I just had a great day and you're ruining it."

"Well, excuse me for being a fucking inconvenience.—"

"Yes., excuse you. You know, you got a lot of fucking nerve, calling me just to fuss at me about some shit that don't even fucking concern you.—"

"Since when does this not concern me?”

"Since your job became your whole fucking like, Y'lan!, are you kidding me?!" The huff that sounds on his end, further pisses her off.

"You just stopped caring. You were always working and always tired and I tried my hardest to be present, while you just sat there. You weren't the man that I feel in love with, anymore."

"Cici, I've been trying to apologize for the longest time, now. I know I wasn't there, like I should've been."

"Well, it's too late for that."

"Why?"

"Cause, I've been doin' this song and dance with you for too fucking long!," she leans against the wall by her bedroom. "I'm sure you out there fucking 'who knows what', so stop worrying about what I'm doing."

She hangs up and heads into her room, face planting onto the sheets and instantly knocking out.

Somewhere around midnight, Cici’s awaken by incessant banging on her front door.

"Ugh!", as she saunters down the hall, the banging grows louder, instantly annoying her. "Okay... either shut the fuck up or wait for me to open the door."

"Open it up, then." Rolling her eyes, she unlocks it and snatches it open, watching him walk in like he owns the place. Closing and locking the door back behind herself, she turns and leans against it, crossing her arms over her chest, her cleavage damn near spilling over.

Y'lan stands a few feet away from her, giving her a hard glare. "Can I help you?" She asks.

"You wanna help me understand why you hung up on me? You know I hate that shit."

"You're such a fucking baby. I didn't give enough of a shit to hear you explain whatever it is that made you act like I was no longer your girlfriend. I moved on and you should too, quit—"

"What?!," he cuts her off. She holds up her pointer finger in his direction.

"—quit!, calling me and harassing me about what and who I'm doing." His brow raises.

"Oh, so that's why you been hangin' up on me and shit. You got a new man in them walls and forgot, huh?" He strides over to her, now just a few inches from her face.

"I'm not a woman that waits. You know that. I've got needs and you weren't fulfilling them. Where's your roster of hoes at?"

"You really think I'm just out here fucking? That's all I'm about?" He questions, a crease in his left brow.

"That's how you used to be, who's to say that it still isn't?"

"Me!," he yells, pointing to his chest. "What's wrong with you?"

"You're what's wrong with me. I hate you.," she snarls, pushing him back. He grips her wrist, beaming back, this time closer to her face.

"You need that attitude fixed."

"Fix it, then."

————

A thick, sticky air shrouds the two bodies inside their bedroom. Pants, moans and grunts compete against the incessant slapping of their skin.

"Fuuuckk.... you feel so damn good, baby," she moans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, again.

"Wet ass pussy.... I should fuckin' kill you." He grunts, before wrapping his large hand around her neck, thrusting deeper into her.

"Ahn! I'm sorry!"

"Shut the fuck up." Her hand reaches out for his thigh, as he begins to hit her spot.

"Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum on this dick." Her body jerks twice, while her pouty and swollen lips allow her foul praises, through.

"Come're." Pulling her up by her hair, his thrusts pick up speed, leaving her mouth to hang ajar.

"He gave it to you like this?"

"Nooooo.... fuck!" She quietly answers, making him move his hand back around her neck, tightly.

"I can't hear you, baby.... say it again." He grunts, dipping his hips into hers.

"No, baby!"

"He make you cum like I do?"

"No— unh!" Her toes curl, feeling him slow down some to dig into her.

"Then, why you keep fuckin' playin' with me, baby?" Moving his hand up to grab her chin, he speeds back up, the clapping of their skin refills the room.

"I'm n-not playiiiiinnng!— unh!, unh!, unh!,..." her fingers grip onto the foot board for dear life.

"I'm sorry!," she cries, feeling another orgasm brewing.

"You sorry, huh?!"

"Yes!"

"You sorry for givin' Daddy's pussy away?" Her eyes roll back as every thrust begins to hit her spot.

"Fuck— yesssss,"

"For tellin' Daddy how much you hate him?" He emphasizes his pained question with a rough stroke, sending a scream through her.

"I didn't mean it, Daddy! Fuck, I love this dick!" Her head hangs forward.

"Ohh fuuccck.... aah! I love this dick, babyyy— I love you!"

"I love yo bratty ass, too. Throw that shit back on Daddy." She bounces back on his lap, feeling him throb against her.

"Feels so good, Daddy!" One hand grips his forearm and the other searches for something to latch onto.

"You boutta cum again, baby?" He taunts in her ear, slowly dragging his girth in and out of her tightening cove.

"Ffff—" her eyes roll back as her peak begins to rear its head.

"Talk to me, babygirl."

"Yes! I'm gonna cum!" Her body hunches forward as her essence drips down her leg. She reaches back for his thigh, pulling him closer.

"Don't st-stop," her top half goes limp on the bed, giving him more leverage to demolish her without a fight.

"Fuck!, I'm gonna cum, again!" Her legs begin to tremble as he third orgasm rushes through, just as quick, making way for another. She presses a hand over her clit, hissing at the overstimulation.

"–—shhhiiiiiit!" Her quaking frame almost hits the ground as she cums again. His big hands hold her up, continuing to dig into her.

"Okay, baby!..... I can't take it— fuck!, ooh!, ooh!, ooh!...." replaying like a broken record, she squeezes against him. He moans in response, stilling for a second.

"You can't handle it, huh?"

"You're killing me, baby... I need a break—" pulling her up from the bed, he presses her against the wall and wraps his hand around the front of her throat.

"You don't deserve a fuckin' break.," the venom in his speech makes her thighs clench around him. "You gon' take all this dick, you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy,." The lust in her eyes doubles for him. She grabs the back of his head and smashes their lips together, moaning as he grips her fat ass with both hands.

Reaching between them with her free hand, she guides the head of his dick back between her slit, her mouth dropping open as he slides back inside.

"All that shit,..." he reminds her, digging as deep as possible.

"Oh shit...,—it feels so good, baby!" She wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face.

"Shit... you test my patience... all the fucking time.," he growls in her ear, causing a smile to break out on her lips.

"Only, because you let me." Laying her head back on the wall, she stares at him, biting down on her lip at the way his muscles flex.

"I got you that spoiled, huh?" He asks. She nods, closing her eyes as the pleasure begins to slowly build.

"Yes, baby." Pulling her away from the wall, he lays her back on the bed, beginning to move against her, like a serpent. Her hands latch onto his back.

"Oh!," her lips part, her moans swallowed in his many kisses. "Fuck, baby!"

"You feel me, girl?" He grunts against her lips.

"Yes... I feel youuuu!"

"You want this nut, babygirl?"

"Yesss, gimme that nut....," lifting her legs up, she grips the back of her thighs, giving him the leverage he needs.

"Unh,.... such a fucking brat." His hands fall above hers, gripping her flesh as he drives into her, madly.

"Fuck meeee!," she moans, digging her nails into his thighs.

His deep moans multiply as he gets closer, the muscles is his back working overtime, flexing underneath the streetlights outside her window.

"Shit!, I'ma bust all in this shit, you hear me?"

"Yes baby!," she screeches, clenching around him.

"Ah shit... uh! Fuck.... mmmm!," his pounding comes to an abrupt stop as his orgasm rushes through him. His head lolls back at the feeling.

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