#what else can I do but ride them out and lay in bed and do nothing

[hxlxnaaa]

𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

★ synopsis: haunted by your own loneliness, it seems the only cure is to create an imaginary friend

★ character: xavier

★ cw: first-person POV, angst if you squint, real world au, maybe ooc xavier? not really

★ word count: 1.6k

★ a/n: inspired by maladaptive daydreaming! strays so far from canon storyline obviously so this is hella HELLA au, but MC still has her heart problems lmao

When it comes to children, it isn’t surprising when you find out they have an imaginary friend. They’ll giggle, and their eyes will light up as they tell you about their talking dog, who has tea parties with them and rides on the back of their bike. Or the teddy bear that comes to life at night to tell them bedtime stories and help them count sheep.

Yet, eventually, the time comes where they grow up. No longer do talking dogs and dancing dolls follow them around, and the child won’t talk about their little friend anymore, leaving them behind. They fade from one’s memory, a ghost long forgotten…

But what if they don't?

What if they never grow out of their ‘imaginary friend’? What if it follows them all throughout their life? A schizo diagnosis would be in order, and years of therapy.

Sadly, that’s how it is for me; well, not the “seeing things and copious amounts of therapy” part.

He’s just… a coping mechanism.

A world to go to in my head when everything feels as if it’s crashing down. I don’t know where I’d be without him.

When I was small, no one seemed to enjoy my presence. I was always considered a nuisance with all of my heart problems. Making real friends was hard; people would up and leave after a few months, and I’d be alone again. I was a bother, in and out of doctors offices and never able to hang out. Texts would go ignored because I was too busy having tests run in cold hospital beds, hooked up to machines.

The nurses would joke with me, braid my hair and tell me gossip since I was in there so much – but it wasn’t the same as having friends my age that I can go to the movies with. So, when I finally came to the conclusion I’d be alone forever, I made a friend.

Yes, I made a friend.

I put all the qualities of my ideal friend in him; He was straight out of a cool, teen indie movie — the perfect boy next door. He would be the best friend you could go on long road trips with, get donuts with at ungodly hours in the morning. Quiet enough that I could talk for hours and he would just listen, but could still make me laugh with little remarks.

Since nobody else would talk to me, and I had far too much time on my hands, I would travel into my own little world in my head where he existed. I’d talk to him everyday, hang out with him for hours. Whether I was in class, the car, or laying in my bed staring at my ceiling, I’d dissociate into a world where someone truly, really cared about me.

This went on for years. No matter my problem, he’d always have a solution, no matter my opinion, he’d always listen. He was my knight in shining armor from bad dreams and boring moments.

Eventually, I put so much detail into him, it felt as if he was real.

I could practically reach out and touch his hair, know what it would feel like to run my fingers through his messy platinum hair. Pointing out every emotion in his blue eyes, from the joy that sparkled in them when I would tell him jokes that only he would understand, or when they clouded over with worry when I would come to him crying after a stressful day. The moments his angelic smile would let out his signature laugh that would ring in my ears for hours, and I could practically hear it in reality. Or the way I could cringe at him when he would act like an awkward dork, but his giggles made me grin, and I always put up with him. It’s almost as if I could smell the soft fresh laundry scent of him, feel his warm skin from sleep.

Sometimes, I could go months without thinking about the truth;

but sometimes, there were days it would hit me like a truck.

“You’re not real!” I’d cry. He’d be sitting on my bed with me. Reaching out his hand, I’d flinch away. “None of this is real Xavier! You’re not real, this world isn’t real. I’m stuck in this reality where everything is hell, and I have nothing.”

“Hey, I need you to breathe-” This would be one of those moments where I could read his eyes. They’re always so alive, you wouldn’t be able to tell it was all a dream I created in my mind. His electric eyes that would go dark with a whirl-wind of emotions. Sadness, worry, disappointment. It would always be like I could actually see him in front of me, and not like I would be staring at my ceiling sobbing in my bed;

Alone.

No matter what, I’d always forget reality again, and he always came crawling back. We’d pretend like none of it ever happened. Of course it worked, why wouldn’t it? I controlled everything. All of his moves, all of his words, every laugh that came out of his beautiful mouth. He was my puppet and this was my play, just an actor in this devastating work of theatre.

I’d find myself mentioning him without realizing.

“My brother nearly burned down the kitchen yesterday!” One of the girls in my classes had said, groaning and throwing her face in her hands.

I smiled, “I have a friend like that. His cooking skills are… well let's just say calling it ‘cooking’ might be a bit generous.”

They all wiggled their eyebrows, ‘Ooo,’ they’d say, ‘he? Come on, are you holding out on us!’ Laughter erupted around the table, and my cheeks flushed. My whole body lit up with embarrassment, turning red from head to toe.

That night I went home and threw myself into my room, locking my door and screaming at the top of my lungs. Choking out sobs, throwing whatever my frail, shaking hands could grab.

“He’s not real! He’s! Not! Real!” I chanted like a prayer, a prayer that he would just disappear from my mind and I could just be normal. I felt defeated; while my heart struggled, my mind was strained too. My whole world, my entire life revolved around a boy that didn’t exist.

After my breakdown and a shattering ego death, I came to the heart wrenching conclusion that it was time I got over all of this. I needed to grow up, focus on the life ahead of me. I was going to graduate highschool, I was going to go to school to achieve my dreams, I was chasing the life I always wanted.

All by myself.

I couldn’t live the rest of my life tucking myself away everytime life got hard, talking to someone that I made in my head.

I grieved him, mourning as if I had suffered the death of someone so close to me I couldn't bear to go on without him. Yet, with time, the wounds began to heal and the chronic, plaguing thoughts of him fleeted my head. I tucked him deep into a pocket of my mind I couldn’t access if I tried, just to keep myself safe from my own thoughts.

Thanks to all the attention I poured into my studies to distract myself from the emptiness of him being gone, I graduated with excellent grades and got into my first choice, the university of my dreams.

Walking down the campus sidewalk, I took a deep breath of the brand newness of everything. The cold fall air was putting hustle in everyone's strides on the first day of classes, and I mumbled a prayer that things would be different. Life would be different. Things wouldn’t be so lonely or empty anymore.

Trying to navigate my way around, someone bumped into me, almost knocking the both of us down.

They stumbled back, revealing a boy's shy smile, and a quiet chuckle that sounded like an angel's song you’d want to replay on repeat for the rest of your life; one I was all too familiar with.

“Oh, I should have looked where I was going, sorry-”

The boy trailed off and I couldn’t help but stare at him in awe.

The sparkling blue eyes, and his fluffy hair tousled around from the fall wind. The smile that could light a room, and a face that could melt thousands of hearts. He shone bright like a star. I thought if I breathed, or even blinked, he would disappear.

“Anyways, It’s my first day. Well, it’s everyone's first day, but it’s my first…first day. Does that make sense?” He frowned and his ears turned red, as met my eyes for the first time during the whole interaction.

I blinked, and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, as he didn’t disappear, “Uh, yeah. It’s my first-first day too.”

The boy laughed, his shyness fading. He could laugh a million times, and I’d keep saying things to keep it going. I never wanted it to stop, I wanted to hear it until the moment I took my last breath.

“Well since it’s both of our first-first day, I guess I’ll be seeing you around campus a lot…” he paused, waiting for my name.

I whispered it so quietly, like it was a curse to speak it out loud. I wasn’t even sure he’d heard me, yet he nodded and softly smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you then. I’m Xavier.”

(divider by cafekitsune)

[metranart]

— HAWKS + DABI + BAKUGO + SHIGARAKI || THINGS THIS LOVESICK BOYS SAY WHEN IN BED WITH YOU

-----------HEADCANONS-----------

HAWKS

“Oh, my darling...fuck, keep doing that.” 

“You're so beautiful, I'm so glad we found each other.”

“I know I’m a mess-… what else was I supposed to do while waiting to make you mine?” 

“Lay back and let me do all the work. I’ve dreamed of eating your pretty pussy all week.”

“Hey, don’t shy away from me. C’mere-”

“You’re so fuckin’ soft. Shiiit…”

“Hey—no teasing the feathers.”

“I n-need to-... I just-…-I’m going to start moving now.”

“Arms around my neck and legs around my hips— ngh! Gravity is a bitch, I don’t want you falling on me, at least, not literally.”

“What a good mate, you respond to me so well."

“I’m so fuckin’ deep, my pretty girl-”

“Fuck—I can’t... I’m not gonna last-”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I love when you squirt on my face.”

“God I’ve wanted this for so long. I’m going to breed your pussy every day, all day long, even after I’ve knocked you up.”

“We're both getting older, babe, and if we want to have more chicks than stars in the sky, then we need to get started.”

“Tell me you love me-… tell me again.”

“I do get ahead of myself often, but I can’t help it. I just know we belong together-” 

“What do you say we try for a baby this time?”

"You’d be adorable, so swollen and full that you can't walk, that you'd have to rely on me for everything...”

“Touch yourself, c’mon. Let me see how you play the right notes.”

“You're going to be a wonderful mother for my chicks.”

“Let me help you move pretty, put your hands on mine.”

“No one’s gonna hear if I put my hand here… no biting, hun.”

“I’ll make it quick, darling... just—let me… let me go again.”

“Need a hand or a finger?”

“Just wait, baby... Fuuuuck—give me a damn minute.”

“Keep your eyes on me.”

“Arch your back, there you go, such a good girl.”

“Fuck, even after cumming you aren’t ready to accommodate my size. Don’t worry, baby,” he kisses your creased forehead, “—then just the tip this time.”

“Shit, I can’t help it—” you can feel him twitching excitedly inside you. “I just like you so damn much!” He grunts and snaps his hips again, diving deeper. 

“Just bear with me, I swear I’ll eat you for hours after…. Please, pretty, pleaseeeee…” He kept his pace, practically purring with his throaty groans. 

“No matter how much you didn’t want to admit it, I know how to fuck you well, ain’t I, beautiful?” 

“C’mon let me hear you, I can feel you getting tighter… my cock’s rubbing those hard-to-reach places…. Fuck! I- slid in so easily.”

“I’m painfully close-…. Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet…”

 “Is this your sweet spot I’m bullying?” 

“Each thrust is inching you closer… should I slow down or go faster?”

“Deeper? Okey-… just try to keep it together, I have neighbors.” 

“Give me one more. please, just one more baby.”

“Try to keep your eyes open, I know it’s hard…b-but try for me beautiful.”

“Go ahead and sleep, honey, I’m not going anywhere.”

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

DABI

“What’d I did to deserve such a pretty thing like ya?”

“I’ve barely touch you. You really that hot for me, sweetheart?”

“Open your legs, not gonna say it again.”

“Doesn’t hurt, its already scarred skin.”

“If I have to kiss your tears away again, you are gonna get it— I’ve already told ya, it doesn’t hurt anymore-”

“Bury your hands in my hair, yes... Just like that.”

“Stop pushing me away. You’re gonna take it all, don’t make me shove it down your throat.”

“You love to play the feeble act, but your moans give you away, princess.”

“Nuh-uh, you haven’t cum yet.”

“I said ass up.”

“You want it so bad? beg.”

“Take them off before I rip them off of you, doll. Don’t try me.”

“Harder,” he mutters, not a minute after you started. “Harder,” he demands again.

“Could you go any slower? Ride me like you mean it, princess. I know you can.”

“Can barely feel that shit. You gotta do better than that, princess. You know I like it rough.”

“Fuck,” he bit out. “Yes, fuck…. Just like that.”

“Come on pretty girl. Ride me till you’re numb, yeah? Want you to fuck yourself stupid on my cock today.”

“Move my hands again and see what happens-”

“Fuck—” 

“Sorry, baby-… I just had to jump at the opportunity to sink my cock deeper.”

“Sit on it.”

“Worried it won’t fit? We always make it work just fine—”

“I don’t have condoms, they’re annoying.” He grunts the reply, inwardly absorbed with impatience. 

“Don’t move—Just gimme a minute… F-Fuck…”

“You fuckin’ genius, dammit, I love you so damn much! Not even I knew that spot— …” He shakes his head, in disbelief of the pleasure, even more so that you been the one to give it to him.

“Did you do that on purpose, princess? ‘cause now we are doing it every time.” 

“Fuck that. Don’t know if you heard sweetheart, but you were made for me to fuck and breed.”

“Stop it, no more whining—I’ll do my best to be…. gentler.” 

“Really? resist me all you want. I know you love being treated like this.”

“Ridiculous, I could stare at your pretty cunt all day long.” 

“Fuck Yeah! I adore the way your thighs tremble like jelly after you cum.”

“Should I pull out? Nah, better give me a daughter to spoil.”

“Unless you were playing with yourself before I got here, I’m guessing this is because of my pretty face?”

“Over my knee, now.”

“Sure, I love ya— but you are not in charge here, princess. Fuckin’ spread them for me.”

“Want me to spank that pussy? lay on my lap then-”

“One’s never enough, I know my princess’s pussy and its begging for another.”

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

BAKUGO (NSFW art teaser here!)

“Do you want me to fuck you harder, cutie?”

“You can be loud, I love to hear you, (Y/N).”

“I’ve waited so long for this...”

“That’s it... slow and easy—” 

“How much longer you gonna make me wait, baby?”

“You ever take it raw? Get a big load of cum in your pussy? —don’t shy on me, I know you love when I talk dirty to you.”

“Take it off before I tear it off.”

“Baby... please...I hate to beg-”

“Make me wait much longer and I’ll have to fuck you in an alley somewhere.”

“What a naughty little girl I have just to myself.”

“Ugh, so hot and wet.” 

“I said I wanted to eat your pussy, didn’t I? Just sit back and enjoy it, baby girl.”

“I’d hate to stop teasing you right before the fun part.”

“It’s so warm...”

“Who do you belong to?” 

 “Whose pussy is this? Say who you belong to.”

“God, what a good fucking cunt. It keeps clenching on my cock like it’s hungry for more milk. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”

“As you wish, princess.”

“You gonna cum?” 

“Go on, gorgeous. Cum on Daddy’s cock.”

“Fucking take it... take every drop...” 

“Nice and stuffed... all mine... my little slutty girl...”

“I said spread those fuckin’ folds.”

“So wet and tight, but my cock just slides right in. It’s like you were born to take me inside of your cunt.”

“Aren’t you a sight. All blissed out when we aren’t even done.”

“That’s right, darlin’. You didn’t think you could tease me for so long and get away with just one little fuck, did you?”

“Oh, did you think we were finished?”

“Did I stutter or somethin’?”

“Alright, baby girl, you asked for it. Just don’t come crying to me if you can’t move after I’m done with you.”

“Don’t move—Just a sec… F-Fuck…”

“No, this is-this is fine. This is beyond fine. Keep doing it, please.”

“Shit, darling, don’t-” 

“God, you make me so needy. Please.... fuck, please...”

“You feel so wonderful, I might go crazy—"

“More... please, more...”

“Fuck, I’m stretching you so good.”

“God, the thought of you ever doing something like this to anyone else... I can’t stand it.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You’re my precious BABY, now and forever."

NSFW ART OF THIS HEADCANONS IN MY PATREON

SHIGARAKI

“It isn’t even a ‘might’. I can tell you right now with the utmost certainty that you are MINE.”

“Keep looking into my eyes, don’t you fuckin’ look away…”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head,” He coos in a demeaning tone. “I’ll be your first and your last. Not any of these other NPCs.”

“I can hardly keep my hands to myself, your room or mine.”

“I can do whatever I want to you, I’m player one!”

“I know, I’m keeping track of my digits, don’t worry your pretty head.”

“You are too precious to me to turn to dust, my love.”

“I can’t- I’m dying to breed you, to bury my cock in your wet pussy. Don’t move, I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

“My pants are uncomfortably tight, the fabric’s straining against my throbbing dick, I told you not to put on that dress, dammit” Shigaraki’s practically scratching at the wooden table, surges of arousal shaking him to his core. “Can we go now? Like right NOW?!”

“MY girl, so pretty and needy for my cock.”

“You want him dead. You got it.” Ruby eyes stare through his bangs up at your face in some sort of silent promise. “—Of course, I will. You are my everything.”

“It hurts. I need you to- FUCK, just like that.”

“Fuck, how-how are you this fucking wet and warm inside, fuck, fuck…!”

“Please fuck me.”

“H-hey, I know a fun game we can play together… It’s called ‘how many times can I make you cum all over my cock?’” 

“One point, five points, ten points—Cumming again? Are you shooting for a new high-score, sweetheart?”

“Now... care if I use my mouth on you?”

“Just be good for me, and I’ll take very, very good care of you.”

"Look at you, so worked up over a few couple of fingers, did you miss me that much, sweetheart?" 

“Just looking at you is enough to, oh fuck, drive me wild.”

"So desperate for my cock to stuff you-say it, say you want my cock—ngh!”

"S-Shit,"

"Needy girl, I'll let you have it, be fucking grateful." 

"What? Fainting on me already?"

"Don't let me see you doing this again, or else."

“Just fuck me. I need you, (Y/N), please. Please just fuck bury on me already...! I want it...! I want YOU..!”

“Have it your way then.”

"Keep licking my balls, oh fuck! I’m gonna die—"

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-!"

“You look so pretty choking on my cock.”

“Where do you want it, baby? Mouth, breast, face, pussy… take your pick-”

"Are you close, sweetie?" 

“My feisty little girl. Aren’t you just adorable?”

"Good girl. Give me a minute and I’ll clean up that mess you made." 

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and show me that you’re mine.”

“I just... wanted to cuddle a little more, is all. Didn’t want to... you know, waste the moment.”

“Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll be sure to give you anything you could ever want and more.” 

“You don’t have to take me all the way into your esophagus, but I expect you to make me cum, and yes, I do want you to swallow.”

“Go on, get on your knees.”

“Ngh, that’s it, keep going...”

“You look so wonderful like this, with your lips wrapped around my cock. I wish I could take a pic for Dabi to swallow his words.” 

“I want you all to myself.”

“H-here it comes...Be sure... to drink... every.. last... drop...YOU ARE FUCKIN’ MINE!!”

I MADE SOME SICK NSFW ART FOR THIS HEADCANONS, YOU CAN CHECK THEM OUT IN MY PATREON. (Along with more MHA nsfw artwork)

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Virgin! Jason Todd

Virgin! Jason Todd who is absolutely whipped as soon as he meets you. Im talking stuttering, fumbling over himself, even a slight blush, dare I say. He just doesn't know what to do with himself in the presence of somebody so blessed with a goddess' beauty.

Virgin! Jason Todd who tries to act tough anyway (because, in all honesty, he is literally a murderer and not just some soft guy anymore.) And fails horribly. Its endearing to see him try, though... With those strong arms that could either snap you in half within moments or hold you throughout the night.

Virgin! Jason Todd who's constantly needy for you, both in an intimate sense and just for affection in general. In fact, you don't think that there's ever an extended period of time where his hands aren't on you in one way or another.

Virgin! Jason Todd who's so into dry humping that it's an every other days occurance. Laying down on the couch or bed cuddling? His hard dick is pressing right up against your clit through both his and your shorts. Doing yoga because your back is sore from work or cooking dinner when he gets home late? He's lightly thrusting onto your plump ass as soon as he gets his hands on you.

Virgin! Jason Todd who initiates things himself for the first time, starting with you simply sitting on his lap while watching a movie. Then, slowly, he starts kissing down your neck with warm lips and even warmer breaths while moving you to straddle his thighs. You can already feel him getting a bit hard from this alone.

Virgin! Jason Todd who gets so into the light kisses he oh so graciously presses against your lips that they end up turning into a heavy make out session. His tongue and yours are tangling together in such a sinful and addicting way that its hard to get enough.

Virgin! Jason Todd who slowly grasps at your hips to grind you at a torturous pace on his toned thigh. The slight amount of friction is divine after getting so worked up over a few kisses, but it's not long until you're humping his thigh like a bitch in heat as you normally do.

Virgin! Jason Todd who's never been afraid to eat you out, and he'll be damned if he doesn't tonight, too. You are his favorite meal, snack, and dessert, after all.

"Come on, gorgeous... You know the drill." He whispers in that deep, gravelly voice from between your legs as you close them, desperately wanting to do something for him in return. "Nuh uh... Let me eat that pretty pussy of yours before anything else, sweetness." And eat he does.

Virgin! Jason Todd who gets off on your pleasure. Every time you moan or squirm yourself closer to his face as he laps at your aching hole and bundle of nerves, he grinds himself right into the mattress or side of the couch.

Virgin! Jason Todd who wants you to ride him for your first time together so he can bury his face into your chest and hold you as close as possible. And because he's scared of going at a pace that you won't like, but after how many orgasms he's pulled out of you just by giving you head, you're sure you wouldn't mind whatever makes him happy.

Virgin! Jason Todd who has to actually stop himself from blowing his load just as you put his girthy tip in. He just cant help it... Your tight, warm, and soaked walls fluttering around him is just too heavenly.

"Fuck... Stay right there, sweetheart. Right there. Please." His voice is strained with his effort and slightly muffled as he buries his face into your chest.

Virgin! Jason Todd who is in pure bliss as soon as you start moving, even at such a slow pace to begin with while your creamy walls get used to the stretch of his beautiful, leaking cock.

Virgin! Jason Todd who never realized how much of a moaner he was until he got to have his first time with you. Sure, he's gotten himself off humping your ass or the mattress while he ate you out, but this was on a whole other level.

"Fuckkk..." His head is thrown back against the pillows or headrest of the couch as his hands grasp your ever moving hips. "Can't take much more of this, pretty girl." Jason is almost whining at this point, the sound of his skin slapping against yours joining the obscene sounds in the air of his apartment. "Gonna.. Im gonna-"

Virgin! Jason Todd who cuts himself off with such a gorgeous moan and whine as he cums that it has you going right alongside him. The large, calloused hands on your hips only tighten as you feel his cock fill you up with thick, warm, pearly ropes of cum.

Virgin! Jason Todd who can only whisper praises and words of love for the first couple of minutes coming down from his intense high.

"Fuck... Fucking love you, y'know that?" His chest is still heaving with every panting breath he takes. "Milking me dry with that pretty pussy..."

Virgin! Jason Todd who makes aftercare a top priority very early on, even though he's just barely gaining his own bearings.

"I love you, pretty girl... So much." He presses kisses along your sore and achy thighs as the cool, damp washcloth brushes over your most sensitive and overstimulated parts.

Masterlist

[zeltqz]

call me or not, it's up to you.

☰ — synopsis : you come back home after a night out and see you accidentally posted your private stories public, and received a drunk lengthy voicemail from your ex, ran.

☰ — pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader ☰ — length : 2.4k words ☰ — contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence (sanzu being sanzu), slight phone sex; they don't directly communicate, ran being mildly toxic and messing with your emotions, teeny itsy bitsy drops of gaslighting ☰ — notes : i literally suck at writing toxic characters so im SORRY if this is literal ass, (im trying my hardestttt) i just had a dream about this and had to execute it as best as i could lol

It was a regular Thursday night when you stumbled into your date’s house, struggling to walk with half a heel working. 

“Let’s get you out of these.” He knelt before you and helped you unbuckle your heels and you sighed in relief when he slipped them both off. 

“Remind me to never wear heels again,” you giggled, clutching onto him. He leaned down and kissed you. You hummed, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol earlier and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing him back. “I had fun tonight.”

He cupped both your cheeks in his hands and peppering them with kisses, each of them making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Me too.” There was a final lingering kiss before he pulled away. “Let’s get you ready for bed, alright?” He traced your cheekbones with his finger, and you smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his hand.

“Okay.” He helped you up the stairs and you collapsed onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs as you laid there, clutching at his soft sheets.

“I’m gonna shower first, alright babe?” He said in the process of removing his shirt. “Wanna join me?”

You shook your head, eyes threatening to close shut as you nuzzled his pillow. “I’m alright. You go first.”

He bit his lip, admiring you splayed out on the sheets for a moment, his mind racing with all the things he could do you tonight if you’d join him in the shower. But of course his fantasies only stay in his head since you’ve been rejecting every single one of his advances for the last three months. It’s always the same excuses : you’re not in the mood, or you’re too tired. 

He sighed. “You sure babe?”

You’re half asleep at this point, just barely conscious as you murmur, “‘m sure.” His tongue poked his cheek and he nodded, saying nothing else and heading inside the bathroom. 

You vaguely hear the shower turn on and about to enter a deep sleep when your phone buzzes.

@/shibayuzuha : oh my god who is this man u’re with on ur story? He is CUTE!!

@/hina_tachibana : was this supposed to be posted on your main? 😢

“What story?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You click  through your instagram story and rewatch the story you posted a few hours earlier when you were at the club. They were all videos of you and Masato dancing together, kissing, taking shots. Honestly you were buzzed the entire night and you thought you posted them on your private account, much less your close friends. “Oh fuck.”

You went to delete all the stories but the damage was already done, over 300 people already saw it. Oh well. That’s tomorrow’s problem. 

You lay back down, eyelids blinking slowly as you fight back sleep and check your missed phone calls you accidentally ignored. That’s when you see it. A voicemail from Haitani Ran. Any ounce of sleep in your body vanished the moment you sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes checking if you saw correctly.

It was over five minutes long and part of you wanted to delete it, but at this moment, you couldn’t help but be curious. You pressed play and put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey. It’s me. Hope I’m not blocked or whatever, I know how petty you can get.” He chuckled to himself and the deep rumble of it took you back to all those months ago when you’d be laying beside him, head on his chest and just listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke on the phone.

There was a deep inhale and the familiar crackle of him smoking that always used to relax you. “Saw your story by the way. Is that your new boy toy? Two of you look good together.” He exhaled and his voice was kinda slurred. “Kinda glad you moved on though. Thought you’d never get over me to be honest.”

“Oh fuck off,” you mumbled. He was still as full of himself as he was when you both ended things almost a year ago. If this was a regular phone call you would’ve hung up or told him he’s not that special, but you looked down and still saw another six minutes left. What the fuck else could he possibly have to say to you?

He chuckled again, and it was so obvious he was drunk now, which surprised you as he was a heavy weight and in your three years of dating you saw him get drunk only twice. 

“You looked so fucking sexy in that dress, baby.” His groan had you squeezing your thighs together. “I can tell by the way he was holding you in those fucking videos he can’t handle you the way I can. He hasn’t fucked you yet, has he? Bet he’s real gentle and sweet with you not knowing you like it deep, and rough. Fuck, man.” He exhaled, rubbing his palm on his face. “Wanna know what I’d do if I was there with you baby?”

“...yes,” you whispered weakly to yourself. It was pointless; he couldn’t hear you and yet you were responding like he could. Blame it on the alcohol but there was nothing you wanted more than Ran right now.

“Bet you do. I’ll humour you though. I’ll take you to the dance floor and run my hands all over that body of yours, force that pretty head of yours back so I can mark all over your neck. Get you so hot and bothered till you’re begging me to fuck you. That happened one time didn’t it? Remember that one night in the club? I had my hands all over you and you dared me to flip your skirt up and fuck you right there. Man, you were such a tease, and a fucking sadist too. Remember when you said you wanted to watch some schmuck clean up my cum from the floor?”

You giggled and bit your lip, teasing your hands down your stomach. You remembered that night perfectly. Ran changed you when you were dating. You don’t even recognise yourself right now because everything just felt right when you were with him. Those years with him were the best of your life, you were young and figuring shit out. You’re still young and figuring shit out, but without him you’re taking a little longer to come to the conclusion of certain things.

Ran had his ups and downs. He was far from the perfect boyfriend, and he knew that. That’s why he was so surprised when you stayed for all those years despite his flaws. He was emotionally unavailable and never spoke about anything concerning him. He was sometimes rude and blunt when pissed off, and the arguments you both would get into would end up in the two of you ignoring each other for weeks. At first you’d be the one to break the silence and show up to his house and just hug him. He’d always smell like cigarettes and it should’ve disgusted you yet you couldn’t help but feel comfort. The smell was strong and yet it never bothered you when you smelt it on him. You’d apologise, crying in his arms as he embraced you back, rubbing up and down your back as you vented it all out in his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. If he had people over he’d tell them to get the fuck out, hiding your face in his chest until the door closed.

That was the usual routine until the arguments got worst and your pride grew stronger and you’d refuse to talk to him  until he broke it first. He didn’t believe you at first but after a month of no contact he finally broke it first. Since then, he was always the one apologising first, showing up to your house in the middle of the night at random hours to tell you he’s sorry and didn’t mean what he’d said. 

The ups were better than the downs in the relationship. He’d teach you things, he always made you feel good, and simply being next to him was enough to make your entire week, even if it's for a few hours. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, like the most special girl to exist, and he helped boost your confidence by buying you nice things like clothes, accessories, lingerie, and tell you to look at yourself in the mirror and watch as he worships your body, taking his time to kiss his way down your stomach and thighs, and once he got to your pussy he swore  he could eat you out for hours, just until your thighs were shaking around him.

The memory of his tongue between your legs had your back arching off the bed clutching the phone tighter to your ear as you squeezed a hand between your legs, playing with yourself as he talked you through it over the phone.

“Bet you’re touching yourself right now,” he exhaled shakily. “If you’re not, you better start. Want you to remember how well I fucked you every time. Can you do that for me baby?”

“Mmhmm.” Thankfully Masato takes decades in the shower so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in or hearing. Not like you would’ve cared honestly. He’s not Ran, and he won’t ever be.

“Miss you being my good girl. Fuck. He doesn’t deserve to have his hands all over you. Should send Sanzu over and fuck, get him to cut all his fucking fingers off for touching you like that. Man, I bet that idiot doesn’t know that I fucked you in that same dress you know? That’s what got me so damn bothered right now. Wearing the shit I bought you to go fuck around?”

“‘M sorry,” you whimper, parting your folds and slipping as many fingers as you could fit inside without hurting yourself. No matter whatever you shove inside there, it never feels as good as Ran’s fingers, or tongue, or cock. “Need you so bad Ran.”

“Man, wanna hear how you sound right now. Bet you sound so sweet, like usual. Could you do something for me?” You nodded and stopped your fingers movements, listening to his next words.

“Call me again. I miss you so much it’s crazy. Got so much to talk to you about. It’s been how long? Couple months since I last heard from you. And I know you don’t hate me. You never could. That’s something I love about you. Always there for me when I need you. We both took each other for granted, you know? Deny it all you want but you did. And that’s okay. But I wanted to let you know if you ever come back into my life, I’m not letting you go. For real, not making that mistake again. I dunno why I called you tonight honestly, just drank a lot and now I fucking miss you. Call me or not, it’s up to you.”

Then he said the words that made your heart nearly stop and freeze over in your chest. “I love you.” 

Before you could even say it back the voicemail ended, leaving you conflicted.

[camzeecorner]

©camzeecorner|⚝ masterlist

⚝ matt sturniolo ↴

Matt tossed and turned throughout the whole night, shifting uncomfortably in the bed. He’s had a painfully hard cock all night. He debated on waking you up, deciding against it just incase you woke up in a bad mood.

He turned his body laying flat on his stomach, pushing his hips down in the mattress. He felt the soft touch of the sheets rubbing against his pants creating the friction he’s been craving all night.

He whimpered lightly into the pillow below him. He was trying to be as quiet as he could to not startle you. His movements began to pick up, and so did his sounds. He was so lost in the feeling he didn’t even feel the bed move from you awakening. You sat up against the head board watching as Matt pathetically humped the bed.

“What are you doing?” Your voice filled with confusion. Matt’s movements stilled to the sound of your voice. He turned looking at you, eyes wide. “M-m’sorry mommy..” Matt spoke softly. His eyes searched your face looking for any reaction. God he was scared. “Please forgive me..” you huffed out a breath looking at him. “What’s got you so worked up baby..hm?” You asked suddenly. Matt opened his mouth ready to speak just for nothing but moans to fall out. You gently placed your hand on the base of his cock stroking lightly and slowly.

“Answer me.” You spoke with seriousness laced in your tone. “Yo-you mommy.. you look-mm- s-so good” Matt spoke between broken moans. “Yea? Is that so? You got hard from watching me sleep? Fucking pathetic.” You spat at him. Matt bucked his hips up. Your words sending him in pure bliss. He began breathing harder feeling you pick the speed up. “Can I cum? Please mommy.” Matt called out, his voice strained. You sat there watching him, ignoring his request. Matt was so close, tears began slipping from his eyes. Silently crying he bit his lip trying to hold his composure.

“Pl-please..” he spoke again in hopes of getting an answer. “Go ahead baby..” you spoke quickly. It wasn’t long until Matt moaned loudly as his warm sticky cum shot from him. His waist and your hand covered his his fluids. “Thank you mommy..” Matt spoke as he came down from his orgasm. You kissed him lightly mumbling a small ‘you’re welcome’

“Good night baby” you said kissing his head lastly before turning over to sleep once again. Matt felt bad he had woken you out if your sleep. It was only fair if he returned the favor. “W-wait!” You turned your body again towards Matt. “What?” You asked confused. “What about you.?” “I’m fine I promise” you told him smiling. Matt shook his head pulling your body closer to his. “No.” He spoke sternly.

It was quick, matts mouth had attached to your left boob sucking harshly at the skin. He moaned at the feeling. His fingers found their way to you panties, tracing the band before slipping two fingers through your wet folds. You moaned loudly. Your hands tangled in his hair. “Doing so good f’mommy.. making me feel so good..” you said.

He slipped two fingers into you, fingering you slowly building a pace. “Am I doing good mama?” He asked ready for more praise. “Fuck s-so good don’t stop” you spoke beginning to rock your hips matching the rhythm of his fingers.

You could feel your climax approaching. You moaned into his shoulder biting slightly. “Gonna cum matt.. oh fuckkk” you cried out feeling your cum release. Matt continued his motions allowing you to ride out your high. Pulling his fingers away he licked them clean. “Mm tatse so good mommy” he moaned at the tatse eyes rolling back. “Such a sweet pussy..all f’me right?” He asked innocently looking into your eyes. You chuckled running you fingers through his hair. “All for you baby, no one else.” You place one final kiss to his lips before cuddling into his chest falling back into your slumber, matt following right behind.

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[bexalert]

Jjk characters and physical affection

CUZ IM A WHORE AND I NEED THEM BADLY !!!

(Itadori, Fushiguro, Inumaki, Choso, Maki)

Itadori Yuji:

AHHHH

Ok this man is so into you first of all

Like he is not ashamed

PDA!!!

He’s always got an arm around your shoulders, or around your waist, or holding your hand

He’s a huge teddy bear

When you cuddle it just becomes a tangle of limbs

Like he’s all over you

Borderline suffocating you, and he’s so hot (temperature wise)

He falls asleep so easily too

You’ll be dying, crushed under his weight and he’s just slumped

He loves to just squeeze you!!!

Pecks all over your face

Anywhere he can reach he will be smooching!!!

He likes to sneak up behind you and pick you up

Tickle attacks 😔

HE JUST LOVES SEEING YOU SMILE AHHH

Just always has this big stupid goofy grin on his face when he’s with you

He’s cool with any cuddling position, but he likes when you lay on his chest

He’s just the biggest sweetheart at all times!!!

Fushiguro Megumi:

SHY

He might hold your hand in public, but don’t you dare make a big deal

Or else he’ll huff and pull his hands away

I feel like he does get a little jealous though

Like if people hit on you he’ll all the sudden wrap an arm around your shoulders and glare at them

“They’re taken.”

And then you’re walking away

He’ll deny it to anyone, though, if it’s brought up

LITTLE SPOON!!!

He won’t admit it, but he likes being little spoon

He also just like holding your hands

Like facing eachother in bed, and just holding hands

He likes to admire you while you sleep

Not in a weird way, he’s just too embarrassed to do it while you’re awake

He’ll hold your face and just memorize all your features

He’s so gentle ☹️☹️☹️

Treats you like porcelain

He loves to kiss your forehead

He’s just such a cutie

Inumaki Toge:

He loves to hold your hand

Like your hands are always intertwined, no matter WHAT

He doesn’t care if anyone teases him

If people hit on you he’ll be like 🤨 huh

Cuz do they not see you’re holding HIS hand

He’ll stand in front of you, blocking the persons view of you

“Bonito flakes.”

And the person is just left in awe

He’s a little basic

He just likes hugging

Just you two holding eachother ☹️

Obviously he’s very quiet, but he loves to hear you talk

He’ll listen to you talk about your day and just be like mhm mhm

He kisss you on the tip of your nose 😭😭😭

He’d spell things onto your skin and have you guess what he’s trying to say

He’d tickle you, but he WILL NOT let you tickle him

Like bro genuinely starts tweaking

He runs away

Like a kid playing tag then going “I DONT WANNA PLAY ANYMORE” that’s him

He’s ticklish ok leave him alone

He kisses your knuckles sorry I don’t make the rules

HEHEHE I LOVE HIM OK

Choso:

He’s a little shy 🤭

But he’s got the spirit!

Like he’ll hold your hand, and then hide his red face in his other hand

He loves giving back hugs

JAW KISSES 💔💔💔

He’s very vocal about how he feels

“You’re so pretty.”

And he’s kind of matter of fact about it

Like if you’re insecure about how you look he’ll be like “🧐 What?”

And then proceed to point out how and why everything about you is GORGEOUS

He likes giving piggy back rides

He’ll hold your hands, and stare at every little detail.

Your cuticles, your nails, your joints, the wrinkles on the skin

He kisses your neck

He’s a thigh man.

Big spoon

But also little spoon

He likes them both !!!

Zen’in Maki:

She keeps her arm FIRMLY around your waist or shoulder

Everyones gonna know that you’re with her

She thinks it’s so funny when people try to hit on you

She’ll laugh at them

“No, go on.” while she’s making fun of them

Cuz she knows they’re not competition

She teases you

A little mean, but she can’t help it

She just loves seeing your face when you’re flustered

She likes holding you, like being big spoon, or your head in her chest

As long as she can hold you tightly, she’s happy.

Shoulder kisses no doubt

She’ll hold you from behind and leave little pecks across your shoulders

She likes forehead kisses

Move her bangs and give a little smooch and she is gone

Absolutely whipped but she won’t ever admit it

sorry guys I’m freaktastic

[pro-mammonologist]

Horny Mammon Thoughts 💛💛💛

Mammon loves the feeling of going inside you, sure, we always hear about that, but what about the feeling you taking him inside you???

Demons don’t have the same perception as humans do where penetration is inherently considered dominant, what they consider dominant is who is taking the action and making commands.

And we all know mammon very much wants to be right under your foot and fucked into oblivion and then pampered properly by his favorite human from time to time.

So it’s absolutely HAUNTING when you take ahold of his throbbing cock and slide right down on it. His eyes flutter and roll back and his whole body relaxes into the bed. He’s so overwhelmed by that one action that when you start moving, it’s already too much for him and he’s whining like a puppy talking about how tight you are and how hot you are and how much he’s in love with you. Mammon gets so enamored with you when you dominate him that he doesn’t think about anything else. He 100% worships you and wants the feeling of your tightness squeezing him forever. He’s just praising and praising you talking about how good you make him feel and how he’s just—

“I wanna feel ya forever”

“You’re so fucking sexy I can’t take it”

“I’m yours”

“Keep riding me, baby, please”

And then he’s begging for more stimulation, he wants more pleasure, some pain, he wants to see you really take control.

“Please kiss me”

“Do anything just gimme more”

“Fuck, slap me, please, baby”

“I’ll do anything, anything for you”

Then when he finally cums, he’s grabbing onto whatever part of you he can and digging into your skin. He’s lowkey more pathetic than Levi when he cums like this the difference between them is that all mammon can focus on when he cums is how much he’s obsessed with you.

Usually, when he gets super intimate and intense like that, he’s one and done, but he wants the most aftercare possible and wants to provide you with more as well. And aftercare usually include him laying like a baby on top of you and rubbing your skin. And maybe some really slow sloppy make out sessions. He’s also really giggly and smiley and says I love you way too many times.

YOU HAVE TO SAY IT BACK EACH TIME OR ELSE.

[mythicmanuscripts]

can you write sub!aemond going into sub–space mid fuck? like he switches to high–valyrian, eye all glassy and pupil dilated, and no control over his body (hips bucking up subconsciously etc)

maybe some overstimulation because he's so sensitive and he's all pliant and grabby with his hands? 🤭

I… anon you are truly a visionary.

NSFW sub!Aemond below the cut :))

So firstly, Aemond has no idea what subspace is before this happens, but I do think he actually would have been sort of teetering on subspace for a while whenever you and he would spend quiet time alone? Like if he knelt for you or you let him rest his head on your chest or if you read to him. His mind just switches off and he lets himself relax and float, knowing that you’re there if anything happens.

Because if that, I think the first time it would happen would be one of those times that turned into sex? You were laying in bed with his head resting on your inner thigh. You had one hand in his hair, gently stroking and massaging his head and then you were reading something to him, usually something calming and familiar.

He was letting himself relax, but he also hadn’t seen you in a few days and while you were absolutely right when you saw him and said he needed to calm down with you before he did anything else, he is now calm and far far too close to your undergarments to not want to taste.

You see that coming from a mile away of course, Aemond can never hide his intentions with you. You wait until he starts to get squirmy and grinds against the bed before you give him permission to eat you out, which he immediately dives into the moment you let him.

He’s so good with it, and by the time you’re pulling him away from you he’s so turned on and so so needy.

You get him to lay on the bed then with his back against the headboard and you ride him. When you start he’s not in subspace, but he is just… really settled? There’s no urgency, no begging or gripping of your thighs. It’s like he knows now that when he’s this vulnerable you will always give him exactly what he needs, so he doesn’t beg or try to do anything, he knows you’ll make this perfect.

And you do, of course.

You start off riding him nice and slow, listening to all his little whimpers. It’s when you pick up the pace that you see something has changed.

The first thing you notice is that his grip on your hips tightens and then his hips buck up. You had told him not to move at all, so feeling his hips buck up into you surprised you, because he’d normally never ever disobey you like that.

You’re about to tell him off for that, but then you look at him and he’s just so clearly gone. He’s leaning his head against the wall, panting and whining and mumbling something in high Valyrian so soft that you can’t make out what he’s saying. You tell him to look at you and he only whines louder and bucks his hips again.

You gently take his jaw in your hand and directly him to look into yours and that’s when you know for certain that he’s in subspace. His eyes are all glossy and looking right past you. He mumbles in high Valyrian again and this time you’re able to actually make out the word.

Wife. He’s mumbling wife.

And well, you’re certainly not going to tell him off now.

You tell him he’s so pretty like this, which makes him whine again and then you start riding him properly once more. He no longer knows what to do with his hands, can’t seem to make his mind up. He’s grabbing your thighs then hips then breaths then face and repeating it over and over, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

You end up taking his hands and putting them on your waist, telling him to keep them there. He throws his head back in response and whimpers out something that sounded like “yes, wife, I will try” in high Valyrian. The poor thing seems completely incapable of English.

When you can see he starts to get close, you tell him immediately that he can cum because you really don’t want to risk how he might react if he came without permission and thought he disappointed you.

He’s so loud when he comes, whimpering and whining and saying “wife” and “thank you” over and over in high Valyrian.

The moment his orgasm is over, he’s straight into overstimulation because you’re still sitting on him, but he’s so pliant? He tries to push you off him, but it’s like he has absolutely no strength? He ends up kinda just weakly pushing against your hip.

You only ride him a little while longer and then get off because you don’t want to overwhelm him when he’s this vulnerable.

The moment you’ve rolled off him, he rolls to follow you and buries his head in your chest. He just holds you tight and whines and cries as he slowly comes down.

You ensure not to leave his side until you’re sure he’s recovered.

When he does recover, he’s just so thankful? He felt so so safe and well looked after by you. For the next few days he’s in the best mood that anyone has ever seen him in.

[sceletaflores]

can you write a smut fic with mike x reader where he eats you out?? thank you!!

Eating In (It's good for you)

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary: mike is a munch always why would i write anything else???

warnings: 18+!!! NSFW!!! MDNI!!! oral sex (f!receving), fingering, squirting (kinda?)

word count: y'all already know 1.3k

authors note: you guys really speak my language. the beginning of this got a lot fluffier than i was expecting lol still filthy though. 18+ content mdni!!! hope you love it anon mwah <333 also pretty sure i flipped flopped between perspectives sorry babies i'm dumb

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it's no secret that mike lives for eating you out. he could live between your thighs if it was up to him, spending hours drawing out those desperate noises from your lips when he does that thing with his tongue that you love.

the feeling of your hands tugging his hair and your thighs tightening around his head because you just feel so good make his eyes roll back in his head every time he thinks about it.

tonight was no exception, but it was a little different.

as soon as the two of you put abby to bed he was on you. pinning you to his bed as you lazily made out, grinding against each other in slow relaxed motions.

“baby,” mike breathes between kisses, “can you do me a favor?”

you hum in acknowledgement, not wanting to pull away from kissing mike enough to reply.

mike chuckles against your lips, breaking the kiss to nip teasingly at your lips. “i want you to ride my face.” he whispers dirtily, licking a stripe over your lips.

mike watched as his request sinks in, your eyes widening and mouth dropping open just a bit. “mike…” you whisper, he can hear the hesitation in your voice. he can’t have that.

“come on baby, please?” he pleads, moving his hands to rub soft circles into your hips. “you’ll love it, baby. i’ll make it so good for you.”

mike can see the moment your pupils completely dilate, fully swallowing your iris’. your chest heaving as your adrenaline kicks up.

after a beat, you nod slowly. your soft “okay” barely audible, mike grins like he just won the lottery.

“well hop on baby,” mike says, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “we don’t have all night.”

mike pulls away, falling on his back on the bed. laying his laced hands on his stomach, waiting patiently for you to give him what he wants.

he waits as you take a steadying breath, gathering up the courage before you rise up and start to shuffle over to him. mikes hungry eyes watch you swing your leg over his lap, making your way up his body.

you stop short, sitting on his stomach with a timid look. mike places two grounding hands on your hips, squeezing them reassuringly.

“you have to tell me if i’m smothering you or something. i don’t need to accidentally kill you.” your hands fidget with the waist of mikes pants nervously.

“what a way to go.” he says wistfully, a dopey grin on his face.

you let out a small laugh, trying and failing to hide your smile. “you’re such an asshole.” you reply, pinching his chest teasingly. your tone is too fond to hold any actual malice. mike laughs back.

finally, you start to shuffle higher up his torso, but he stops you holding your hips in place. “other way, baby.”

it doesn’t take a lot of brain power to understand what he means. you let out a soft moan, a shiver wracks your body. pleasure zings up your spine at how filthy this is.

it’s a little awkward, but you manage to swing your legs around so you're facing the rest of his bedroom, not just the wall. from this angle, you can see how his dick is tenting the front of his loose sleeping pants, a wet spot forming near the tip.

you still only hover over your boyfriend's face instead of truly sitting, scared of hurting him. mike decides not to say anything, too preoccupied with the view directly in-front of him.

“fuck,” mike whispers hotly, staring up at your clothed pussy makes his dick twitch. baby pink lace darkened by how wet you are. he leans up slightly, running his tongue over the rough lace still covering you.

"shit...mike," you shudder, legs trembling on either side of his head.

mike takes his time, laving his tongue over the soaked lace a few times, reveling in your familiar taste, but his patience wears thin. soon enough he's tugging your panties aside to get at what he really wants before returning them to your hips.

mike moans at the sight of your slick pussy, already so wet from his mouth. he can't help but softly run his pointer finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and using it to circle around your clit.

you moan softly, trying your best to be quiet so abby doesn't wake up.

mike stops his fingers assault on your clit, too eager to chase the sight of your convulsing pussy with his mouth, the tip of his tongue sliding easily through your folds. he groans, rubbing his face between your thighs, no doubt covering his nose and chin in the copious amount of wetness leaking from your pussy. he quickly gets lost in the feeling of tasting you, of licking and sucking at your clit making you moan and whine.

"shit!" you exclaim, pitching forward to steady yourself with your hands flat on his chest. the rough feel of his stubble scratching your inner thighs, most likely leaving red marks on the skin there. you hope it'll leave marks, that you'll be able to feel it every time you walk tomorrow, a reminder of what the two of you did tonight.

by now you're white knuckling the front of his shirt as you frantically circle your hips against his face, the bed squeaking quietly under your movements. mike spurs you on with small smacks to your ass, groaning into your pussy with every pass of his tongue over your fluttering hole.

you can feel the vibrations in mike's throat as he fucks you with his tongue, guttural groans making your thighs shake in an attempt to stay upright.

but it's just too much, the onslaught of his tongue making you forget all about your earlier insecurity, and you fully lower yourself onto his mouth too caught up in your pleasure to even hold yourself up anymore.

mike's eyes widen in surprise at you seating yourself on his face, moaning way too loudly at how hot it is to see you lose control.

"fuck! feels so good, mike," you slur, head hanging down to your chest, hair falling around your face. "mph- mike - ah, ah, ah,"

you realize you're going to come like this, riding mike's face like you're starved for it. you can feel it, the warmth settling deep in your belly. flames licking there way up your body.

mike realizes it too apparently, because he latches his mouth over your clit and plunges two fingers into your clenching pussy, thrusting them in and out quickly.

the lewd squelching noises that fill the room make your cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

“holy fucking shit! mike fuck!” you moan, trying desperately to control your volume. “i’m gonna come, oh fuck.” mike moans in respines, speeding up both his tongue and fingers.

the combination of mike’s tongue rapidly flicking over your clit and thick fingers expertly hitting your g-spot every thrust pushes you over the edge. one final suck to your clit has you coming all over mike’s face. drenching the lower part of his face in your juices and soaking up the dirty groans mike makes as he sucks up every last drop.

mike pulls away from you clit, and takes his fingers out of your pussy to let you come down from your orgasm. kissing across the inside of your thighs as you shake and tremble above him.

after a few shuddering breaths, you lift up and off mike’s face to collapse onto the mattress next to him. the two of you lay next to each other staring up at the ceiling, panting out wet breaths as you come down.

you turn to mike, his lips are slick and red. lower half of his face shining with your come, eyes half-open and hazy. you lift your hand to trial your finger down his body, making your way to the waist of his sleeping pants riding low on his hips showing off his dark happy trail. your hand slides lower to the ever still present hard-on tenting his pants obscenely, rubbing over his erect dick with purpose.

“your turn?”

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Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: this was very fun to write tehe 😋 just adored how she acted in swarm i had to make her a tad bit like Eva 🤭

Summary: your mind was overstimulated so your girlfriend is there to help make something else overstimulated 😈

Warnings: SMUT mdni ! Soft dom billie again guys 😩 (yall know I like my soft doms ok✋🏻) shy-sub reader, fingering, eating out and strap usage. You ride her 😋 mommy kink, multiple orgasms, and overstimulation. Lmk if I missed anything !!

Masterlist

There was no doubt how shy you were, you had a select amount of friends due to that. But the one thing in your life that made you feel at ease was your girlfriend. Billie was always so calm and gentle with you, making anything stressful in your life, less. You were currently working on something for your work, needing it done by a certain time. You were a hard worker despite how shy you were, so you were determined to finish this on time. Your fingers go through your scalp, trying to calm down as you started stressing over it. You heard the door to yours and Billies shared bedroom. Head turning to look at her briefly. "Hi Bills." You greeted her softly. "Hi angel." Her tone was silky. Coming over to your small desk in the room. "Whatcha upto?" She smiles, placing her hands on your shoulders.

You exhale as she begins to subconsciously massage them. "Just something for work, little bit agitating though." Your breath turns into a sigh, feeling tense again. "Hmm, I can tell." She makes light work into easing the knot in your muscles. Your eyes shut as she does so, making your brain clear just a little bit. "Hmm, why don't we try something?" She suggests, making you completely intrigued. You trusted her judgment in anything, you felt so safe with her always. She grabs your hand gently, it small in her own. Intently watching as she sits on edge of the bed, you go to straddle her lap naturally. Her hands rest on your hips, admiring your features quickly. Before her lips are on yours, bringing you into a sweet kiss.

She was always so placid with you, always gentle. Her lips then move to your neck giving your skin a gentle kiss, she could smell the delicious perfume you had put on this morning. It lingering in her nostrils like a drug. "You smell so good." She speaks into your neck. Your eyes shut as you let out another content sigh, you could feel your body relaxing into her. She grabs your body gently going to lay you on the bed, you look at her confused but intrigued. "Shh, relax my girl." She says in spite of your expression. "I got you."

And immediately your body sinks into the bed, trusting those words completely. She was in control and you loved it, feeling euphoric anytime of the day. She loved it to, making her girl feel so good, having her as mush in her hands. Taking oh so good care of her. Her fingers trace over your skin. Considering it was night time you were wearing a cream silk night dress, that was so fitting to your body. It was chilly in your guys room, causing your nipples to lightly peek through. She needed them, wanted to feel them. One thing at a time Billie. Her focus returns to what she was originally going to do, moving the fabric up a bit, having it rest on your upper thighs.

Giving her such a good view of what she wanted. She was slow with you, so delicate and tender. You loved how she would treat you, but you were wanting this too. So a little whine escapes you. Not entirely on purpose. Billies head tilts at the little sound, smiling at you. "Should I touch you?" She wanted to tease just a tiny bit before anything, truly loving that sound you just made. It's not like she hadn't heard your noises before. But it was nothing that fretful. More, more, more. Was all her thoughts. And she was going to get exactly that.

"P-please." You then say softly. Already being worked up. A slight pout evident on your lips. "Hmm should I really?" Another small whine leaves you. Giving her the softest of eyes. She was trying so hard not to give in, she always did. She loved you. She'd do anything for you. "Billie.." you breathe. She looks at you and you're expression, not entirely thrilled with what she's hearing. Her fingers run over your thighs, watching your reaction as you shiver. "You're gunna have to do more than just say it." And she meant that. She needed you to beg a little before she gave you what you needed. And you did instantly. "Please Billie, need to feel warm throughout with your touch, please.. crave it so bad."

Her smile returns, what you said being music to her ears. "Good girl." She says lowly, moving to take your underwear off and immediately licking up your pussy. Your hands grip the sheets slightly, hadn't been fully prepared for her to do that yet. Your eyes shut again letting the feeling of her hot tongue consume you. The way it'd move in different ways. She truly was skilled in doing this, she knew your body better than you ever would. She was still slow with you, but within an instant she was eating you out. Sucking everything, your lips, your clit. Til her tongue prodded at your entrance before she plunges it in. Repeating the sucking as she tongue fucks you.

Your mouth almost goes dry as you had it open, feeling every blissful thing that she was doing, it running through your veins making your body tingle. "Mm- Billie." You blab, needing to tell her how good she was making you feel. Her hand makes its way to your left one giving it a little squeeze to say she knows. She made your heart melt, she was so beautiful in your eyes, you were truly mesmerized by her. And when she looks up at you the way she was you couldn't help but let slip a small whimper. Just as you do she smirks against your cunt, keeping that eye contact going. You feel that tightness in your lower tummy, gripping her hand to let her know.

She nods slightly as you eventually cum right in her mouth. This time she lets out a noise, moaning ever so slightly into you. Your breathing was still a bit unsteady, coming down from your high and watching her. She was addicted to you, and there was no doubt she needed more. Her head soon rises, she looks at you all over. Your tired face, your bunched up clothing. You truly were a mess and that was just the beginning. "you love when I'm down on it." You just simply nod. Too tired to focus on conversating. It makes her chuckle lightly finding you incredibly cute right now.

Her body goes to hover over your own, bringing her hand between your legs making you hiss slightly ending it with a tiny gasp. "Shhh." She softly says, bringing her other hand to your face, dragging her finger over your plush lips. "It's ok precious girl, promise." Her hand moves gentle over your sticky cunt as she says that. Setting your mind at ease again as you nod. "I trust you Bill." You voiced, making her features soften. Her lips go to your forehead, moving to your nose, your cherry red cheeks, your jaw. Your lids flutter close soaking up all the delicate touches. Her lips being so soft against you. Her lips then ghost over your ear. "Who's making you feel good again?" She was desperate.

Needing to hear you say it. Your mind foggy, trying to respond to her. But instead letting out a tiny mewl. "Say it baby," she breathes into your ear again, moving to kiss your neck briefly. Her finger then slips into you making you screech a bit, feeling it sting but shortly after feeling that euphoric feeling yet again. "Y-you.." you manage to finally get out. "Come on Mama. Say it." You knew what you needed to say, trying to muster up some strength to get the words out. "M-" But she was met with a moan as her fingers entered you deeper. Causing you to squirm a little.

"So so close, who does baby?" You breathe out a sigh. "Mommy does." Her smirk reappears. "Such a good girl." - "You drive me insane." She then finishes, speeding up her fingers a bit more. "I just wanna see your body move in different ways." Billie moans into your ear. Sending shivers all throughout you, your eyes shut becoming incredibly nervous but the excitement peeks through. Sucking her in as you feel your second orgasm. "B-bil-" You gasp as it comes along quickly. "Go on.. Do it baby." And just like that, your gushing over her fingers. Her satisfied expression turns you on more. She gives you a small break sticking that finger in her mouth as she gets off of you. You hear her belt it the floor, raising your head to see her standing there with her strap around her waist. "One more angel. Know you can do it."

You think for a moment but giving her a small nod, sitting up on your elbows. Her smile is back getting ontop of you. "Think you can ride me?" She asks, moving her thumb in a circular motion in your hip bone. You faintly nod, but that wasn't enough. "Use your words, please?" You bite your lip slightly. "Yes, wanna ride you bils." She happily grabs your waist switching the positions. Her hands remain there as you line up with the head of her strap. She grabs it, coating it with your previous release before she forces you down onto it, bottoming out. She's got the cheekiest grin spread across he face, watching your mouth hang open with a small whimper.

She shh's you again, the sting being more than the second time, but it feeling 10× better once it eases up. "F-fuck!" You breathe out as you try to adjust. She was making you fuck yourself on her harder. You grew more shy at the lustful stare she was giving you. Letting your hair fall over your face feeling those nerves again. "Show it baby." You then hear her say. Your hands move to your hair putting each side behind your ears. "Too cute." She whispers, watching your every move. That blush deepens. Her hands don't stop making you slam down against her, resulting in slight tears as you let out a guttural moan. Feeling as if it was deeper inside of you.

Your body hunches over loosing your balance slightly, but getting at a better angel for you to move on her. Her hands instantly move to cup your face to keep you upright. Once of them move down to your night dress, fiddling with the thin strap on your shoulder. Eventually moving it off letting a tit break free. Now she has them. Righttt where she wanted too. Her lips wrap round your nipple sucking hard. Sending your eyes to roll back. "Ohmygod." You ramble, feeling so much at once making you go insane. "Im so close.." Your breath was unsteady again. "Prove it baby." You obey, instantly cumming all over her strap, she even cums herself. All that movement you were doing making it push against her own cunt.

Let alone watch you unravel on top of her, she couldn't believe you were real. Once you both calm down she moves the hair out of your face. "You're so good, so very good."

"I love you bils." You say going to lay down on her, completely worn out. "I love you more."

[sweetimpurity]

HIS CHEST OH-

SFW

When you’re cuddling- laying in bed and his boob is the perfect pillow. Warm and soft. It’s your favorite when he’s not wearing a shirt obviously. Listening to his heart beating strong and steady therein. He’s distracted looking at something else like work or his phone maybe but you’re looking up at him. Smiling up at his grumpy face and using his pecs as pillows.

When you’ve had a long day- you come home and he’s cooking in the kitchen. Something he knows you love. You march in there, your boyfriend turning around with his usual greeting “Hi baby…” “There’s my girl…” “Hey mama…” And you just head butt into his chest. The perfect cushion. With a heavy sigh, explaining the ups and downs of your day while he stands perfectly still for you to rest on him. Maybe one of his big warm hands coming to push the hair off the back of your neck and massage his fingers at your nape. Your cheek squishing against his sternum.

When you catch him off guard- he’s on his phone or whatever, maybe in the kitchen and you just randomly snake your hands around him and grab his chest from behind. Squeezing the muscle in your palms and giving him a deadly serious look. Only your eyes peeking over his bulky shoulder. “What.” he looks back at you, brow raised in suspicion. “You always squeeze mine so I get to squeeze yours too.” you reason and he shrugs. “Fair enough…” and goes back to whatever he was doing before. Clasping his hands over your smaller ones and walking around the apartment with you attached to him.

When he’s telling you about a recent fight- saying his pain tolerance is super high. “Hit me in the chest babe, it won’t even hurt.” He challenges while you’re sitting on his lap. “I’m not gonna hit you.” You argue, crossing your arms. “Come on baby… it doesn’t hurt.” He eventually convinces you to after many minutes and you finally do it. Smack! Your fist, more gently than you normally would obviously, into his right pectoral. “Ow! fuck…” He hisses, feigning pain and clutching his chest. “Oh no I’m sorry! Was that too hard?!” You instantly worry, wishing you never listened to your lovable idiot. “No baby, I’m just kidding…” His arms engulfing you, lifting you up, flipping you over on the couch and smothering your giggling lips with kisses.

NSFW

When he’s on top of you- your hands on his chest, fingers digging in and leaving little crescent moons. His abs flexing and working with every thrust deep into you. When he leans down to kiss your lips, his pecs press down on your breasts, squishing them down, and you swear you can feel his thumping heart on your skin. Gasping his name and wrapping your arms around him, his broad chest pressing you down into the mattress, his deep voice growling and groaning beside your ear as he works the both of you up to bliss.

When you’re riding him- hands pressing down on his abdomen and then his hairy chest. Looking down at him with low lidded eyes and your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth. Trying your best to keep bouncing on his thick dick. Gushing and whining, thighs burning. His chest sheened in sweat. And when you get too tired, he’s gripping your hips and pistoning his cock up into you with undying strength. Your finger nails scratching into his chest, leaving red hot marks in their wake. Collapsing onto his chest as you come hard, laying on him, soft and fucked out. Moving up and down on his chest with every pant from his lungs.

MIGUEL, SATORU, TOJI, ANDY, SUGURU, SUKUNA, your fav

[candylix]

one little lie | hyung line (part 2)

Pairing • FWB!Minho x Fem!Reader x Hyung Line

A/N • This is part 2! You can see the series masterlist here.

Summary • The boys have one rule in their shared apartment. Don't bring girls over for sex. So when Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin walk in on Minho fucking the living daylights out of you in the living room, he has to lie to save his own skin. His excuse? That's not a girl under him... you're a sex robot. And now they all want to try you out.

Genre • smut, sci-fi ish? (sex robots are a thing in this world that people know about and use)

WC • 3.1k

Content • reader pretends to be a sex robot, free use, dubcon, groping, nipple play, boob sex, orgasm denial, edging, riding, daddy kink, threesome, tiny bit of overstim, Minho discovers he's really into watching you get fucked by other people.

Minho walks you out of the bathroom, and you head to Hyunjin's room. You're walking through his apartment naked, about to be handed off to his roommate for sex, and somehow you're more okay with it than you were earlier. Minho knocks on Hyunjin's bedroom door, and when it swings open to reveal a gorgeous man wearing only his boxers, you can feel you core start to throb in anticipation.

"Thank you for the delivery," Hyunjin says. He grabs your shoulders to pull you towards him, but Minho doesn't let go.

"Be careful with her, she's still sensitive after Changbin."

Hyunjin pauses at that statement.

"How can she be sensitive, she's a robot," he asks, and Minho tuts at him.

"I told you, she's very realistic. I couldn't even clean her up without her twitching every time I touched her."

Literally not true, but you couldn't complain out loud.

"I promise I'll be gentle. Happy?" he says, and Minho rolls his eyes.

He pulls your body towards him, and Minho reluctantly gives you away to him. He buries your face in his chest, wrapping his arms around your torso, and drags you away to his bed. Hyunjin looks back to his door, where Minho is still waiting.

"Are you planning on standing there? Close the door."

"Oh, right," he says, and hits his hand on the door frame before grabbing the handle to close the door.

His bed is in the corner of the room, and he props you up against a wall. You sit on his bed in front of him, and he admires your body.

"This is so fucking realistic, holy shit."

He spreads your legs, and takes a seat between them. His eyes are glued to your chest. He takes your boobs in his hands, weighing them, and then bouncing them. He plays with your tits, squeezing, pulling, pushing them together, pinching your nipples, exploring everything he can do with them. He's like a kid in a candy shop, if the kid was a grown man and the candy was your boobs.

Finally, he brings his mouth to one of your nipples, and you feel his tongue lick circles around it and over it until it's erect. He lightly bites it, and you yelp.

"Oh, that gets you vocal, huh? Interesting."

He goes back to teasing your nipple, licking and nipping, experimenting with what else causes you to make noise. He fondles one of your boobs with his hand while sucking on the opposite nipple, and he finally gets you to let out a quiet moan. Satisfied with himself, he turns to move.

He hops off the bed, and as he pulls down his boxers, you get a full view of his dick. It's not as thick as Changbin's, but it's long. You can feel yourself leaking from the sight of it.

He steps back to the bed, and lays you flat on your back. He climbs on top of you, straddling your waist, and lies down on top of you, burying his face into your chest. His long dick presses against your core, throbbing against you as he gropes your breasts. You whimper at the contact. You want nothing more than for him to start already. You can feel him stiffen up as he fondles you, and his body starts mindlessly rocking. His dick drag itself over your pussy as he rocks, and he pinches your nipples, earning another yelp from you.

He suddenly stops, and grabs your wrists. He lifts your arms up to your chest, and places your hands on your boobs to push them together. He lets go of you, and when your hands stay where they are, he smiles.

"Whoa, that worked."

He snuggles into your tits for a while, feeling how soft you were under him. When he's done, he moves his body, and you feel his dick slide away from your pussy. He straddles your stomach, and positions his cock between your tits. He slides it in, and you feel how hard he is already. Your boobs wrap around his dick, and it throbs inside your soft mounds. He hovers over you, with his arms on either side of your head as he holds himself up.

With a steady roll of his hips, he moans softly as he thrusts his long cock into you, the tip poking out the other side before getting sucked back in. He slowly rocks into you, feeling the way his stiff cock drags against your plush flesh. He wants to feel every inch of himself between your boobs, and he watches as they jiggle with every thrust.

His arousal grows at the sight, and he groans as he rocks into you faster. You press your boobs together harder, fully enveloping his dick and overwhelming his senses with the increased pressure.

"Fuck," he moans, and bucks into you desperately.

Your entire body rocks under him as he fucks your tits faster, humping your chest with all his energy. The movement of your body under him and his loud moans has your core pulsing intensely, and you want nothing more than to have him thrusting inside your pussy. You can't even touch yourself with him on top of you like this, with your hands busy holding together your boobs while he fucks them. The entire bed rocks with him, creaking louder with every thrust.

A string of 'fuck, fuck, fuck' escapes his lips each time his dick buries itself into your tits, getting louder as the feeling builds.

Your boobs push and pull against you, bouncing in rhythm with his hard cock as it grinds against your chest. He moans louder as he feels his orgasm coming, and he increases the speed of his humping, which only shakes your boobs harder. A groan slips out of you at the sensation, and the sound takes him over the edge.

With a loud moan, his cum splatters across your chest and onto your neck as he reaches his climax. The creaks of the bed get quieter as he slows down, and his rocking gets softer and softer as he rides out his high. He finally finishes, and he pulls out his dick from between your breasts.

He doesn't pull your hands away, though, and lays down on top of you, his face buried in your chest. His thigh sits in between your legs, pressing against your bare cunt. You want to hump into him, feel anything to relieve yourself. You're wet, pulsing, and can't do anything about it.

Finally, he rolls off of you, panting in exhaustion.

"Shit, I forgot to set my name," he says, and you desperately wish he remembered so he could stuff his long cock into you. "Next time."

You don't want him to do it next time, you want him to do it now.

But you can't tell him that, and can't touch yourself, so you're left entirely at the whims of the man breathing heavily beside you.

"God," he says, in between breaths, "that was fun." His hand is back on your boob, kneading it softly. "I can't give you back to Jisung."

He fondles you, rubbing your nipple with his index finger. You're so sensitive that the slightest touch makes you whimper, which only makes him want to touch it more. After a few excruciating minutes of Hyunjin unknowingly edging you, you hear hard knocking at his door.

"Hyunjin, give her back!" Minho yells.

"No!" Hyunjin yells back, and Minho barges into the room. He sees Hyunjin, naked and playing with your boob, and he feels the same way as when he saw you leaking on Changbin's bed— arousal. And he has no idea why. Hyunjin quickly sits up to cover himself with a pillow, and you're finally released from his grasp.

"You can't just come in here!" Hyunjin says, but Minho ignores him, and walks over to the bed. He looks to the cum stain on your chest, and it's hard not to notice his bulge growing.

"Yes I can. You didn't even lock the door," he says, ignoring the throbbing in his pants.

He pulls you up off the bed, and Hyunjin just huffs in disappointment, but doesn't stop Minho from taking you away. You walk back to the bathroom, which has now become your refuge, and the only place you can actually talk. Minho is already wiping your neck before you can even sit down.

"Two down, one to go. How're you feeling? Was he gentle?"

Hyunjin didn't touch your aching core, so you were feeling extremely needy and not entirely of sound mind.

"Worse than gentle. If I don't get something in me right now, I might explode," you say. You don't even care how insane you sound at this point.

You reach for the zipper of Minho's pants and pull it down, but he grabs your wrists before you can go any further.

"Whoa, slow down. Save that for Chan."

"Minho, please," you whine. He's still holding you, so you can't even touch yourself to relieve the ache.

"Wait just a little bit longer."

You pout at his command, but comply. You resist the growing urge to hump his leg. He holds both your wrists in one hand, while the other wipes the rest of the cum off your collarbone and chest. He takes his time with it, and you think he's going intentionally slow just to mess with you.

"See, that wasn't so bad, right?" he says, finally finished cleaning you up. "Now we can go see Chan."

He opens the door, and walks you back to the living room where Chan is waiting. Neither Changbin nor Hyunjin are there, so you assume they're still recovering in their rooms.

Chan stands up when he sees you walk in.

"I'll help you bring her to my room," he says, and he and Minho take you to your last destination.

"Where are we putting her?" Minho asks, and Chan hesitates.

"Actually... do you know if she can... ride people?" he says bashfully.

Minho looks at you, but you give no visible response. Not that you'd be able to.

"I don't know... probably not. She'd need help moving on you."

"Oh..." Chan says, looking defeated. "I guess we can just put her on my bed."

"Wait-" Minho interjects. His mouth is faster than his brain. "I could help you."

"What?"

"Like... with having her ride you. I can help."

Chan's face goes red.

"But that would mean having you watch me."

"That's not a big deal, right? Just bros helping bros. You want her to ride you, and I'll get her to do it."

Chan stares at him for a moment, debating in his mind if he wants this or not.

"Ok," he finally responds, "just bros helping bros."

Chan sits down on his office chair, and slides off his sweatpants and briefs. Minho moves you in front of him while Chan jerks himself off, just enough to get hard. His dick is big and leaking precum, and you're excited to have it inside you. You'd be excited to have anything inside you at this moment, but Chan looks tantalizing, sitting there with his hard cock out, just for you. He holds up his dick, waiting for you to sit on him.

"Remember to set your name when you're inside her," Minho reminds him.

"Right."

He lowers you down onto Chan, and you're finally about to get some relief. You're still extremely wet from your last encounter, so you slide onto him easily. He groans at the overflowing juices surrounding his cock, and how easily he's able to get himself inside you. He quickly fills you up, and he hits a sensitive bundle of nerves. You want to bounce on him, feel him hit that spot again and again, but you know you aren't allowed to move until Minho moves you. It's agonizing.

"Daddy," Chan says, surprising you and Minho both.

"Daddy," you moan, and you feel his dick throb at the sound of your voice.

"Daddy?" Minho asks. "I didn't know you were into that."

"Are you here to assist or make commentary?" Chan says, annoyed at his interruption.

"Sorry," Minho says, and stops talking.

Chan lifts up your arms, placing your hands on his shoulders, and lays his own on the armrests of his chair. Minho grabs your ass, and lifts you slightly. You feel Chan's cock slipping out of you, and you clench at the slow loss of contact, making Chan groan. Then Minho drops you back on his lap, and his dick spears your sensitive spot, causing you to moan loudly. You're finally getting the relief you've been whining about. Minho picks you up again, lifting you up and down on Chan's cock, and Chan's knuckles turn white as he grips the armrests.

You have no control over the pace of your bouncing, relying on Minho to lift you up and lower you down. But he does a good job, and every time Chan fills you up, your impending orgasm comes closer.

"Faster," Chan moans, and Minho picks up speed. He slides you down faster on Chan's dick, and it hits the right spot particularly hard.

"Daddy," you moan, and Chan's head goes back. He rolls his hips into you, increasing the impact against your pussy. His dick forces his way into you, and he's thick enough to rub against all of your walls as he penetrates you harder and harder. You can't help but to buck your hips into him, lifting yourself up and into him.

Minho doesn't have to do much now, you're moving all on your own, and Chan is too fucked out to notice, but he keeps his hands on your ass to sell it anyway. He leans his hips closer to you, and you feel his dick press against your ass as you bounce on Chan. You rub into him, and Minho moans against the friction.

You're very close now. You yell out 'daddy' with every thrust he makes into you, and Chan is a moaning mess on the chair. He can barely keep his eyes open anymore. The pleasure takes over his mind, and he bucks into you faster, completely uncoordinated with the pace of your bouncing. His thrusts penetrate you at erratic intervals, causing you to moan louder every time his cock buries itself fully in you. You can't think straight anymore, all you can do is submit to the feeling and yell out 'daddy' over and over again.

The only one still functioning is Minho, who's extremely turned on watching you fuck yourself on Chan's massive cock. He wished he could see the expression on your face every time Chan's dick rams into you, but hearing you loudly moaning is enough to know you're loving it. He's still grinding himself against your ass, and he can feel his own orgasm coming. But he knows if he cums now, he wont be able to hold you up and watch you cum on Chan's lap, so he stands back away from you. His dick throbs in his pants, but he knows he'll relieve himself later.

Chan continues bucking into you at an erratic pace, and every time his dick bottoms you out, you moan louder. You can feel your orgasm coming, and with one last thrust into your g-spot, you reach your climax.

"Daddy," you moan, clenching your walls against him, and a wave of liquid flushes out of you, drenching his cock with your cum.

"Oh my god," he moans out, feeling your juices spurt out of your pussy and onto his body. He grabs your hips, and rams into you harder, not letting you have a moment of rest as you come down from your high. His pace is unrelenting, and you spasm on his body as he thrusts into you. You hold onto his shoulder, trying to keep yourself up. He doesn't stop, and Minho helps him bounce you faster on his throbbing cock. The feeling overwhelms you, and you can't control your moans as he slams his dick into your sensitive cunt.

His own climax finally comes, and white hot liquid fills your pussy as he finally slows down. Minho's gently lowers you down, holding your ass as he hovers you over Chan's lap. Chan keeps humping into you, thrusts getting weaker as he rides out his high. Finally, he stops, and Minho lowers you down completely on him. Chan bottoms you out, but you're both too tired to do anything more. Chan leans back on his chair, and you lean back onto Minho.

"Fuck," is all Chan manages to say.

Minho begins to lift you up, and the movement of Chan's dick slipping out of you causes you to twitch, while Chan groans. He lifts you up completely, and your legs feel like jelly. Luckily, Minho is there to keep you standing.

He helps you walk, using considerably more effort than before. Before you leave, Chan calls out to him.

"Thanks... that was amazing."

Minho gives him an awkward thumbs up, and you both leave the room.

You collapse onto the toilet seat when you arrive at the bathroom.

"I'm gonna go get your clothes. You... catch your breath."

You can only nod in response, too tired to speak, and he leaves you there.

You can feel your mind clear, and your pussy leak with Chan's cum.

It's done. Minho's roommates have all fucked you, used you the way they wanted. Jisung would be here soon, and you could finally leave this all behind. You no longer had to pretend to be a sex robot.

So why did you feel disappointed?

The door opens, and Minho has your clothes in hand, and a visible erection in his pants.

You snicker at him.

"I didn't know you were into cucking, Minho."

"What? No I'm not."

"You literally volunteered to help Chan fuck me."

His cheeks go red, and he can't look you in the eye.

"W-well, you seemed to like having them fuck you like a sex doll."

"I was just acting," you say, and this time it's your turn to blush at his accusation.

"Was it acting when you were screaming Changbin's name? Or when you were moaning daddy, daddy-"

"Ok! Stop!" you say, waving your arms to get him to stop talking. "We both discovered something about ourselves today."

"I guess we did," he responds, and places your clothes on the counter. He uses a fresh towel to wipe you down, and you get dressed.

"Jisung should be here any second," Minho says.

One last time, he opens the bathroom door, and walks you out.

read part 3 here

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[atinysuh]

ateez and their favorite sex positions + explained

yunho, jongho: reverse cowgirl - ok hear me out, imagine yunho guiding the movements of your ass with his huge hand as you bounce on his dick while you look back over your shoulders to watch his expressions. he thinks its so hot to watch you performing on top of him that you almost can see the sparkles on his eyes. he usually let you ride him like this when he knows you had a long ass day at work or college or both and you need to take the stress out of you, so he offers his dick for you to do whatever you want because he just wanna make you feel good. on the other side… jongho also LOVES this position since he can watch your curves. his favorite body part on you is your thighs and the tattoos on it so every time he has the chance to see them bouncing on his cock he’ll take it. he’ll just relax his head on his hands and bite his lips while enjoying his girl. and you also love his thick thighs so you two are even. phew… he’s so fucking hot.

yeosang, mingi: you on top - yeosang loves leaving love bites on your neck and squeezing your waist while you ride him. out of all the girls he has dated in his life you’re definitely the only one who knows how to ride him RIGHT. because let’s be honest, my man’s got a big dick and you can take 100% of him and that’s one of the numerous reasons he fell in love with you at the first place. you kinda got the sauce. he also loves to feel your sweet vanilla cherry scent, he thinks is very sexy, so be careful because sometimes he can get drunk of you! he just place his face in the crook of your neck as you ride him and closes his eyes and stays there guiding your hips, like yunho, but in this case by the waist. okay and mingi… well, mingi is something else. he completely loves sucking on your nipples when you’re on top of him, hands on your ass spanking every now and then to remind you he’s the only one in the world who can bottom you out like that. he kinda asserts some dominance without even noticing and you can’t help it but call out his name every time you go up and down his dick. also, has a huge size kink.

san: BACKSHOTS - 6 words. on the way by jhené aiko. this song is SO choi san coded, every time i hear that “booty clapping from the backshots while we watch porn on the laptop” verse san’s the first person that comes to my mind. we all know he loves a big thick curvy ass that he can spank whenever he pleases. also “inhale the smoke while you stroke inside it” makes me literally malfunction since my biggest guilty pleasure is san getting high and passing the blunt to you while he breaks your back. if i could dedicate one song to one man it would be on the way to san because oh my god i could spend hours talking about this topic but imma stop before i pass out.

seonghwa: face off - we all know seonghwa’s the romantic type… but also the freak type. he likes it when you two are seated at the end of the bed or on the couch or even on the kitchen chair and have you like this, on top of him, facing him. as i said, when you’re fucking in the kitchen, for example, he usually put his elbow on the table behind him and expect you to ride his dick but sometimes it can get a little bit hard for you to keep a steady pace in this position so he loses his patience and quickly switch positions. you’re now laying on the kitchen counter. we also know he’s a worshipper, so he’ll make you feel so loved in his arms even tho he’s fucking the soul out of you. well, love and affection is something you’ll always receive when it comes to having a relationship with seonghwa whether is fwb, a date, a one night stand or a marriage… but he’ll also fuck you HARD and when i say hard i MEAN IT because we’re talking about a fucking aries here and as an aries myself i know exactly what goes on on his mind when it comes to sex.

hongjoong: missionary - still talking about zodiac signs, for those who don’t know, hongjoong’s a scorpio and girl let me tell you about scorpios… ma’am they are another type of freak, like, they literally invented freak, to me they are sex gods. and even tho this is a common sex position doesn’t mean hongjoong will make it ordinary. he’s very possessive so he wants to make sure that you know you’re HIS and his only and he does that by pinning both of your wrists with one hand while he chokes your neck with the other. sex with him is always pleasurable, he’ll satisfy you 200% of the time, overwhelm you even. but you can’t never get enough of him. also, he likes to hear it when you say that your pussy is his for him to please and your body is his for him to touch and that you belong to him. his moto is saying that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you because he couldn’t stand the thought of somebody else touching your body. i love hongjoong so much.

wooyoung: spoon - OK… i see wooyoung fucking you in a spoon position and it can be any type, with your leg up, down, kissing your neck, grabbing your breasts, chocking you, biting your lobe teasing you, but as long as it is in a spoon position. ooooh he loves the way you bite your bottom lip and do that crying expression with your eyebrows when you tell him to slow down and he just gives you a sassy smirk and says nothing but starts fucking you ROUGHER. you can barely open your eyes to look at his hungry eyes looking back at you because it’s rolling with pleasure. all you can do is whine and not even when he cums he’ll stop, he likes overstimulating you AND him.

[monster-effer]

Let Him Be Your Guide - Sylus x reader

Summary: Head canon involving what kind of partner Sylus would be with a headempty!reader. Content/Warnings: MDNI, reader is not MC, f!reader and Sylus are dating, fluff, smut, fingering (587 wc) A/N: I randomly started thinking about Sylus dating a reader that doesn’t want to think too much, a reader who always has to be “on” in their daily life and wants to be “off” in their downtime. The reader may have a stressful career, or they may struggle with anxiety, executive dysfunction, or depression, which mentally exhausts them. I hope y’all enjoy, let me know what you think <3

In my opinion, Sylus would be the perfect partner for a headempty!reader because he would make them feel secure and taken care of. No one would dare fuck with the fearsome Onychinus leader. And even if they try, he will swiftly make them regret it with his evol. So by extension, no one will fuck with you either.

If you want to go shopping, Sylus will take you on his motorcycle. He would make sure that you are dressed head to toe in riding gear that he ordered custom made. All you need to do is to hold onto his tapered waist and enjoy the warmth radiating from his body.

Sylus will choose which stores you visit on your shopping trip. He will cradle your hand in his own as he guides you to your destinations. He will handle interacting with the store employees, ask them any questions you may have, and give his opinion on the clothes, shoes, and accessories you show interest in. And of course, he will pay for anything you decide you want. When you are tired of being out in public, he will have your purchases whisked away to his home by Luke and Kieran and drive you back on his motorcycle.

Sylus’ care does not stop when you’re alone together. If you’re feeling needy, Sylus will cater to your every whim. He is always eager to pleasure you because it is yet another opportunity to provide for you and it turns him on.

One of Sylus’ favorite ways to make you see stars is by finger fucking you. And your sole responsibility is to lay back on his bed and let him have his way with you. He warms you up by stroking your mound through your underwear until you soak them. He loves to work you up before slipping your underwear to the side and sinking his fingers deep inside of you while using his thumb to rub hard circles on your clit.

Sylus never tires of feeling your juicy pussy quake around his long, slender fingers. He savors every gasp of pleasure that leaves your mouth. His eyes are glued to your form as he watches you try to jerk away from the overwhelming pressure building within your core.

Sylus also can’t help but whisper sweet praise into your ear as he brings you to your breaking point multiple times over. Nothing is more rewarding to him than leaving you boneless and in a daze.

Sylus never forgets aftercare. He peppers your flushed face with kisses before walking to his bathroom to run you a warm bath. The cupboard in his bathroom is always stocked with your favorite bubble bath scents and pounds of Epsom salt to release any tension left in your muscles.

While you are soaking in the tub Sylus has his personal chef prepare a meal you will enjoy together. No input is needed from you because Sylus is knowledgeable on what type of meals you enjoy the most. The attention he pays to your preferences, wants and needs leave you feeling loved and cherished. You never have to be “on” or lift a finger when you’re with him. You can let yourself be the attendee and not the planner, and for that, you are eternally grateful.

In my opinion, Sylus would be the perfect partner for a reader who wants someone else to take the reins, for a reader that struggles with anxiety, executive dysfunction, or depression.

Perhaps…he would be perfect for someone like you?

[hannie-roses]

Best friends, better lovers

Pairing: nishimura riki x fem¡reader

Sypnosis: Niki and Y/N have been best friends since childhood, their bond growing deeper with every shared memory. But as they enter high school, something shifts. The playful glances, lingering touches, and unspoken chemistry build a tension neither can ignore. As their feelings evolve from innocent friendship to undeniable desire, they must decide whether to risk their friendship for a chance at love or lose it all. The question is: can they walk away, or will they cross the line into something far more complicated?

Warnings: oral sex, light degradation,smut, use of pet name ‘daddy’ etc.

Niki and Y/N had been inseparable since before they could even remember, the kind of friends who knew each other so well it was like they shared one mind. Their parents had been friends since college, moving into the same neighborhood shortly after getting married. They often joked that Niki and Y/N had met before they were even born—bonded through countless shared moments, from baby showers to family vacations.

Growing up, they were practically glued together. From playing hide-and-seek in each other’s backyards to building pillow forts during sleepovers, there wasn’t a single memory that didn’t include the other. By the time they hit middle school, they were known as the dynamic duo, always side by side, laughing at their own inside jokes that no one else could understand.

They’d spent entire summers together exploring the woods behind their houses, riding their bikes down to the corner store for popsicles, and sitting on the dock by the lake, feet dipped in the cool water as they talked about everything under the sun. Their parents adored their bond, always commenting on how lucky they were to have found such a close friend so early in life.

One summer afternoon, when they were about fifteen, they lay on a patch of grass in the park, watching the clouds drift by. Niki turned his head to look at Y/N, noticing the way the sunlight filtered through her hair, making it glow.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Yeah?” Y/N glanced at him, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“You ever think about what we’re gonna do when we get older?” he asked, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

Y/N frowned slightly, caught off guard. “Like what? College, jobs, stuff like that?”

“Yeah,” Niki said, his gaze drifting back to the sky. “And other stuff too, like if we’ll still be hanging out as much. If we’ll still be… this close.”

Y/N rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. “Of course we will, Niki. Why wouldn’t we be?”

Niki shrugged, looking thoughtful. “I don’t know. I just feel like everything’s changing lately.”

She didn’t realize then what he meant—how his feelings for her had started to shift, moving from innocent friendship to something deeper, more complicated. At the time, she simply laughed, giving his shoulder a playful shove.

“Stop being dramatic,” she teased. “You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

He grinned at that, a wide, boyish smile that made her heart flutter in a way she couldn’t quite understand.

High school hit like a whirlwind, and everything did start to change. They still walked to school together every morning, earbuds shared as they listened to music, sometimes singing along, their voices mingling in a way that felt like home. Their friends would joke about them being like an old married couple, and while Y/N would laugh it off, she couldn’t help the way her cheeks flushed, her heart beating a little faster when she looked at Niki.

One day after school, they headed to Y/N’s house to study. It was a typical scene: her mom was in the kitchen, humming to herself while making dinner, the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the house. Niki made himself at home, as usual, flopping onto Y/N’s bed and opening up his textbook.

“Did you even take notes today?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow as she glanced over at him.

Niki smirked, flipping through the blank pages. “Does it look like I did?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re hopeless.”

“That’s why I have you,” he said, flashing her a grin that made her heart skip a beat.

She ignored the flutter in her chest, trying to focus on her homework. But it was hard when he was so close, the bed dipping under his weight as he leaned over to peek at her notebook.

“Y/N,” he said quietly after a moment, his voice serious. She glanced up, surprised to see the thoughtful look on his face.

“What is it?”

He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. “Do you ever think about… us? Like, how everyone always jokes about us being together?”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. She forced a laugh, trying to brush it off. “They just like teasing us because we’ve been friends forever.”

“Yeah, but,” Niki said, his gaze intense, “do you ever wonder if there’s more to it than that?”

Her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected this—hadn’t expected him to actually voice the questions she’d been pushing to the back of her mind. “I don’t know,” she said quietly. “Maybe sometimes.”

The moment stretched between them, charged with something new and unfamiliar. Before either of them could say anything else, Y/N’s mom called from the kitchen.

“Dinner’s ready, you two! Come on down!”

The tension broke, and they both laughed nervously, standing up to head downstairs. The rest of the evening was filled with easy conversation and laughter, but that moment lingered in Y/N’s mind long after Niki had gone home.

As the weeks went by, it became harder and harder to ignore the shift in their relationship. They found themselves touching more often—Niki’s hand lingering on the small of her back as they walked, Y/N’s fingers brushing against his when they passed each other things. It felt like they were both testing the waters, seeing how far they could go before they fell in completely.

One Friday, after a particularly long school day, Y/N was at her locker, grabbing her books for the weekend. Niki leaned against the locker next to hers, watching her with a look she couldn’t quite decipher.

“Hey,” he said softly, “want to get out of here?”

Y/N glanced up, surprised. “Where to?”

He shrugged, his smile turning playful. “Anywhere. Let’s just skip the rest of the day. We could go to the lake, get some ice cream… just the two of us.”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

They ended up by the lake, sitting on the dock with their feet dangling over the edge, the sun beginning to set over the water. The air was warm, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange.

“Niki,” Y/N finally said, breaking the silence, “what’s going on with us?”

He turned to her, his expression serious. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. And not just as my best friend.”

She felt her heart pound in her chest. “I can’t stop thinking about you either,” she whispered. “It’s been driving me crazy.”

Niki moved closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek gently. “Then maybe we should stop thinking,” he murmured.

Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. It was slow, sweet—like a promise. When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathing hard, foreheads resting against each other.

“Y/N,” Niki whispered, his voice raw with emotion, “I love you. I think I’ve always loved you.”

Y/n smiles softly and blushes. “I love you too, Niki. I was just too scared to say it.”

Niki smiled, pressing his lips to hers again, more confidently this time. He pulled back, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and desire. “Come with me,” he said softly, his hand squeezing hers.

Y/N nodded, letting him lead her back to the school. They slipped through the halls, his hand tight around hers, until they reached a quiet, secluded corner near the janitor’s closet. He glanced at her, his expression almost shy as he opened the door and pulled her inside.

The door clicked shut behind them, and in the dim, confined space, it felt like the whole world had narrowed down to just the two of them. They stood there, breathless, as the weight of their words hung in the air, a promise of what was to come.

In the dimly lit janitor's closet, the air thick with the scent of floor cleaner and underlying tension, Niki backed Y/N against the cold, concrete wall. His tall frame towered over her, his broad shoulders blocking out the faint light seeping from beneath the door.

"You've been driving me crazy all day," Niki growled, his voice a harsh whisper. His hands, rough from years of sports and manual labor, gripped her wrists and pinned them above her head. She gasped, her back arching, breasts pressing against his firm chest.

"Shh, we can't make a sound," he murmured, his thumb pressing against her lips. His other hand snaked down her body, squeezing her breast through her shirt before sliding down to hike up her skirt.

His fingers are trembling as he pushed her against the wall, his hand slipping beneath her skirt, his thick arm wrapped around her slender thigh. The janitor's closet door slammed shut, the sound echoing through the empty hallway, before he roughly spread her legs apart and dropped to his knees.

He pulled her skirt up and buried his face between her thighs, his nose pressing against her soaked panties. Y/N let out a muffled scream against his shoulder as he devoured her pussy, his tongue delving deep inside her tight, clenched hole, lapping up her juices.

With a low groan, Niki tore her panties off, the fabric ripping easily in his strong hands. He tossed the ruined garment aside and dove back in, his tongue flicking rapidly over her swollen clit. Y/N's hips bucked involuntarily, her pussy dripping with arousal.

"Daddy, please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse from suppressed screams. Niki looked up, his eyes dark with lust, and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her pussy flush against his mouth. He held her there, his nose buried in her cunt, his tongue fucking her relentlessly.

Y/N's legs started to shake as Niki's tongue pounded into her, his mouth making loud, sloppy noises against her soaked pussy. She cried out, the sound muffled by her own hand pressed against her mouth as she struggled to contain the loud moans escaping her throat.

Niki stood abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grabbed Y/N's wrists and spun her around, shoving her face-first against the cold wall. She yelped as he flipped her skirt up, revealing her glistening bare pussy. "Take a good fucking,"

"You're gonna take my thick meat like a good girl, aren't you?" Niki hissed into her ear, his hands rough as he spread her cheeks apart. He spat on her hole, his thumb rubbing the saliva in, loosening her up just enough. "You're so tight, Y/N."

"I-I'm... I'm so tight for you, d-daddy," Y/N stammered, her breath hitching as he slowly pushed his thick fingers inside her. Niki chuckled darkly, his other hand gripping her hair tightly. "That's right, baby girl."

"Your holes are mine to play with, isn't that right, Y/N?" Niki growled, his abs tensing as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of her. She nodded eagerly, her words muffled against his palm as he covered her mouth. "Good girl."

Niki unbuckled his belt with one hand, keeping the other wrapped tightly around Y/N's mouth. His pants fell to the floor, revealing his hard, sculpted thighs and the bulge straining against his boxers. He slowly lowered them, his thick, hard length slapping against his abs.

"Look at what you do to me, Y/N. This is all for you," Niki breathed, stroking his cock. He slapped the head against her ass, leaving a glistening smear of precum. Y/N moaned desperately under his hand, pushing her hips back for more contact.

Niki gripped his throbbing shaft, rubbing the swollen tip teasingly along Y/N's dripping slit. "Beg for it, slut," he commanded, his voice a low rasp. "Tell Daddy how badly you need his big cock stretching out your tight cunt."

"P-please, d-daddy, I n-need it, I n-need your big c-cock inside me!" Y/N begged, her words frantic and muffled against his palm. Niki smiled, his abs flexing as he lined up his massive dick with her soaked pussy.

"You're gonna take it all, Y/N. Every thick inch, you understand?" Niki hissed, slowly pushing into her. She whimpered beneath his hand, her nails scrambling against the wall for purchase as he stretched her wide. "Nod if you understand!"

Y/N nodded eagerly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as Niki's fat head popped past her entrance. "Good girl," he purred, his hand tightening around her mouth as he began to push in further. "Daddy's gonna fuck this tight little cunt until you can't walk straight."

Niki slowly fed his thick, pulsating shaft into Y/N's quivering hole, his powerful hips flexing with each inch he sank deeper. She writhed against the wall, her legs kicking helplessly as he stretched her painfully wide.

"Shhh, just take it, you cock-hungry whore," Niki whispered harshly, his palm muffling Y/N's desperate whimpers as he continued to drive his massive dick into her tight channel. Her pussy fluttered and clenched around him, trying to accommodate his girth.

"I-I can't... it's too b-big, d-daddy!" Y/N gasped, her voice muffled against his sweaty palm. Niki shushed her harshly, his voice a low growl against her ear. "You can take it, you little greedy thing."

As Niki's thick cock continued to stretch and fill her, Y/N's moans began to change. The initial pain transformed into intense, overwhelming pleasure. "Mmmm... y-yes, d-daddy! Your c-cock feels s-so good!"

"Fuck, you're loving this, aren't you, you little slut?" Niki sneered, his hips snapping forward to bury himself balls-deep inside her. Y/N moaned loudly against his hand, her body shaking with pleasure. "More, daddy, p-please!"

"You want more, baby girl? You want Daddy to pound this tight little hole until you can't think straight?" Niki hissed, his hand tightening around her mouth as he began to thrust harder and faster, his hips like a jackhammer.

Y/N nodded frantically, her eyes rolling back in her head as Niki's brutal fucking sent her spiraling into ecstasy. "Y-yes, daddy, p-please, f-fuck me harder! Make me your good little girl!" She screamed against his palm, her voice muffled but desperate.

Niki growled, his muscular body slamming against Y/N's as he pounded into her mercilessly. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by her muffled moans. "Take it, you cock-craving whore!"

"Mmmm... m-more, d-daddy, g-give me m-more!" Y/N begged, her body convulsing as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. She could feel every ridge, every vein of Niki's massive member as he stretched her wide and filled her completely.

Niki's powerful thrusts became relentless, his sculpted abs slamming against Y/N with increasing force as he drove her towards the edge of oblivion. "That's it, slut. Cum for Daddy. Cum all over Daddy's big cock!"

Y/N's eyes rolled back, her vision blurring as the pressure built to a breaking point. With a scream muffled against Niki's palm, she came violently, her pussy clamping down on his throbbing dick as she spasmed through her intense orgasm. "A-ahh~ daddy~..”

Niki's hand slid down from Y/N's mouth to cover her throat, squeezing possessively as he continued to piston in and out of her quivering body. His powerful thighs slapped against hers as he pounded through her release. "Look at you, taking Daddy's big load so well."

Y/N's head lolled back onto Niki's shoulder, her breath hitching as he continued to stretch and fill her with long, thick strokes. "D-Daddy, it's so big... you're f-filling me up..."

"That's right, baby girl," Niki growled, his voice low and smug. "And when I'm done, I'm going to pull out and watch my warm, creamy seed drip out of your well-fcked little hole." He punctuated each word with a slow, deliberate thrust.

Y/N's eyes fluttered shut, her entire body relaxing against Niki's powerful form as he continued to pump in and out of her. "P-Promise, d-daddy? P-Promise you'll pull out and w-watch it d-drip out?"

Oh, I promise, my dirty little slut," Niki purred, his teeth grazing the shell of her ear. "I'm going to fill this tight cunt to the brim and then watch every last drop leak out. You want that, don't you?"

Feeling immensely satisfied, Niki slowly extracted his slick member from Y/N's thoroughly ravaged pussy with a wet plop. True to his word, he watched intently as pearly strands of his cum began to ooze out of her swollen lips. "There's a good girl,"

After cleaning up and helping Y/N redress, Niki took her hand and walked with her to class, his expression unreadable. As they entered the bustling lecture hall, he leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper. "Remember, not a word to anyone."

Y/N nodded meekly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she took her seat. Throughout the lecture, she squirmed slightly, hyper-aware of the sticky residue between her thighs and the dull ache in her thoroughly used core.

As the professor wrapped up the lecture and dismissed the class, Y/N stole a glance at Niki. Their eyes met, and despite the taboo nature of their shared secret, they both suppressed grins, silently acknowledging the unspoken bond between them.

That evening, as Y/N arrived home with Niki following behind, her mother eyed them suspiciously from the kitchen doorway. "Well, well, what have we here?" She asked, her gaze flicking between the two of them. "You two seem awfully...close."

She paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she continued to scrutinize them. "And Y/N, you're walking a little...unsteadily. Like you're sore. Have you two been...?" Her voice trailed off, but her eyes widened slightly as if realizing the unthinkable.

Y/N's face flushed a deep crimson, and she glanced nervously at Niki before stammering, "M-mom, it's nothing! We were just talking and laughing, that's all!" But her mother's gaze remained locked onto hers, and Y/N knew she wasn't fooling her.

Her mom laughs and both her and Niki both blush deeply.

Requested by: @nishimurasworld

[purinfelix]

didn't you believe in me? ⋆.˚ - franco colapinto

summary: following São Paulo, it's your job to remind Franco that one tough race isn't the end of the world w/c: 800

a/n: just wanted to write a little something following the brazil gp cus i just felt soooo bad for my boy

Ever since your boyfriend became a Formula One driver, there hadn't been many quiet moments in your life. From his excited ramblings as the two of you drove onto paddocks, to the endless chanting of his name from crowds of fans. It was exciting, mostly for him but for you as well, to watch the boy you loved become a man loved by many, many more.

But the drive home from São Paulo had been silent.

It's not like you didn't know why, you had been there the entire weekend - through the crash, his meetings with teams and everything else that had been going on. The crash had been scary for you, and your only care had been whether he was safe or not - but Franco didn't seem to share the same sentiment.

The rest of the afternoon had been tense, you were only able to watch from afar as he struggled through interviews that hounded him with uncomfortable questions. His professionalism through it all impressed you though, maybe his media training lessons were beginning to pay off. Still, you could tell he wasn't enjoying a single second of them from the way he stormed out of the media area and straight past you.

This car ride had been the only time the two of you were alone since the crash. Every so often you would glance over nervously, only to see your boyfriend looking out the window, silently.

"Franco," you say softly, less of a question and more of a call to his attention, but he doesn't give in. He only shakes his head slightly, a silent not right now which you recognise immediately.

You sit back with a soft sigh, though a soft tap on the leathered seat between you draws your attention towards where Franco's outstretched hand lays. Silently, you take it in yours, intertwining your fingers and rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb - it seems to be the most you can do at this moment to comfort him.

After what seems like an eternity, the car stops in front of the hotel where the two of you are staying. Still, in silence, the two of you file out, and head up the elevator to your room. The only noise that fills the space between you is the soft hum of the elevator and the noise your keycard makes when you unlock the door to your shared room.

You let him in first and shut the door softly behind you. The tension that had seemed to follow the two of you home from the paddock finally seemed to dissipate as you watched him kick off his shoes and sit down on the edge of the bed with a huff.

You make your way over to him quietly, wedging yourself to stand in between his legs. He hangs his head with a soft sigh, his hands fiddling at the fabric of your shirt as he pulls you a little closer.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you whisper, and he shakes his head.

"Not really," his voice is hoarse and it hurts your heart a little to hear. Still, you bring your hands up to start combing through his hair softly, a motion you know brings him comfort. There's another moment of silence and when you hear him sniff, you almost think he's crying. But he looks up at you, eyes a little watery. "I just really want to do well."

"You will," you say soothingly, "you are doing well." He nods, though you can tell he doesn't seem convinced.

You move your hands down to cup his face, forcing him to look into your eyes. "I mean it." You lean down a little, pressing soft kisses across his forehead. When you stand back up, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you towards him, burying his face into your stomach.

"I'm sorry for being an ass to you earlier," he sighs, and you can tell just how much he means it.

"Don't worry about it, I understand."

"And you're still here with me."

"Franco, baby, you're going to have to do a lot worse than that to get rid of me."

He lets out a soft laugh, muffled against the fabric of your shirt but still you feel yourself internally let out a sigh of relief at the sound.

"Thank you," he says softly, "for staying."

"Of course," you reply, intertwining your fingers with his curls once more. The two of you return to silence once more - though now you're relieved by the fact that it's one not out of sadness or anger but comfort, and quite honestly, one you wouldn't mind spending forever in.

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