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kurosaaki · 3 years ago

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BLISSFUL TEARS — JEAN KIRSTEIN.

SUMMARY: jean feels so high from your pussy n can’t get enough of you he might cry.

TW (+16): SMUT— vaginal sex, creampie, praising (like. A LOT.), edging, pussywhipped!jean.

WC: 1.06K

TAGS: @play9boi @tvnyaiidas @jeanslove @novaresque @oblxvion

A/N: the way i wrote this on the bus…whew. reblogs and feedback is appreciated! enjoy <3

It was a wonderful sight.

To see him on top of you, with his arms imprisoning you to keep you from escaping in that moment of weakness you were sharing. His hazel eyes would close from time to time, when he could no longer handle how good it felt to be inside you and to avoid you seeing his blissful tears forming in his eyes.

He could no longer stand not touching your body and feeling the goosebumps he was creating just by the touch of his rough hands, holding your hips tightly but gently, moving his hands up to your waist, planting kisses as his hands moved up your body until he reached your cheeks, where he rested his right hand on your skin, while his free hand acted as a support for him to continue thrusting into you.

"J-Jean..." you gasped, looking directly at his piercing eyes "I can't anymore, I'm gonna-"

He clicked his tongue, slowly denying, as he moved even closer to your face to leave small kisses on your forehead, your cheeks, and finally, your lips already swollen from the amount of times he had kissed you in the night.

"Not yet, baby" he whispered against your lips, never stopping his movements “I want to make you feel good” he kissed you once again, so delicately you could melt under his touch if he did it again, “You’re making me feel so goddamn good, just gimme one more, ‘kay?”

It had already been minutes, at least a couple of hours, feeling him inside you, sharing the sweat provoked by his rough thrusts and the movement of his hips against yours, changing your position to feel you more by either grabbing your leg tenderly and putting it over his waist to deeply access your sweet spot, or by putting both of your legs on his shoulders, making you feel almost drowned by how deep inside he was.

Whatever the position was, the both of you had already cum countless times, as he did not only care about his pleasure: Jean has always been an excellent lover, and he cared more about your pleasure than his own.

He always wants to make you forget your name and remember only his every time you are together.

“Such a good girl” he thrusted deeper this time, making you squeal from the sudden change from gentle to not-so-gentle anymore, “such a tight, wet pussy–makin’ me cum so fucking much”.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him into your body, earning a faint moan from your boyfriend as he felt your trembling legs entwined around him, trapping him in your grip and driving him even crazier.

You clutched your hands to his broad, already scratched back, and dug your nails carefully into his skin as he could only concentrate on the gentle swaying of his hips, creating those wet sounds he loved thanks to the mix of your juices and his balls slapping your cunt frantically–he was getting close, but he was holding on just because he was intoxicated with your whole body.

Throat now sore, you couldn’t stop whining mercilessly, almost forgetting how to even pronounce his damn name. You looked so fragile, so tired, he almost felt sorry for it–if it wasn’t for the fact that it was from all the pleasure he was giving you after being away from each other for two weeks. Your clit throbbed at the sound of his faint moans against your ear as he hid his face in your neck, his breath now erratic, with his sloppy thrusts filling your clenching hole again and again.

You know he’s about to cum when he starts going quicker and deeper, grabbing the headboard to regain his impressive strength while you could only roll your eyes to the back of your skull.

“Fucking hell, goddamn, baby-” his voice cracks when he looks at your face, a sight he could never forget, “taking it like the good girl you are, clenching ‘round me to make me cum, huh?”

You can't help but grab his shoulders and pull him into your body, especially your face, once again, “Mhmm, ‘wanna make you cum so hard, Jean…”

A mischievous smile appears on his face, accompanied by his already flushed cheeks, his teary eyes staring hungrily at you and his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat.

“Fuck, he’s so fucking handsome.” You thought.

“Yeah? Well, then…” he stopped for a moment, grazing his fingers to your now sensitive clit, circling it slowly as he started his movements again, just to tease you, “make me cum, princess”

Kissing him sweetly, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you did before and he began to bump his hips against yours, while his lips moved down to your neck to mark you right where everyone could see. Moaning softly, you caressed his muscular arms and tried to focus on the pleasure he was giving you.

Jean left your neck to look directly at your eyes, grabbing your chin, “I wanna see your face while I cum, baby”.

It didn't take him long to turn his thrusts into more irregular and gentle ones, feeling how he was already reaching his climax in your arms while looking at your face. His eyes were narrowing, and that was a sign he was really close and was about to fall into your arms for the umpteenth time since you started.

You decided to move your hips too when his did, so you could both come at the same time, "Yes, fuck me back baby, that's it, make me cum", he whispered, "'Could spend the day inside you, my love".

He keeps going until he gives in to the pleasure your cunt is giving him, feeling his cock throbbing inside you as you clench around him unconciously, feeling your release getting close too, "Oh my God, baby" he cries, "I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum, fuck!"

And then you feel his release. With his eyes now closed and his mouth open, he falls on your chest and you laugh.

The one and only Jean Kirstein being so pussywhipped never fails to bring a smile to your face and boost your self-esteem.

Seeing such a strong, intimidating man fall on his knees and begging you to make him cum is always a pretty sight, isn’t it?

#jean x reader #jean kirstein x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #jean smut #jean kirstein smut #aot smut #snk smut #aot x reader smut #snk x reader smut

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sugarylawliet · 3 years ago

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May I pretty please have a nsfw Light x Fem!Reader fic where Light is horny af and tries to seduce the reader but since it’s so rare to see Light needy like that, the reader decides to use this and pretends like she’s busy etc. and drives Light crazy af which leads to angry Dom!Light sex ;)

WHEW i got outta breath just reading this req-

warnings: nsfw/smut, dom! light, degradation with slight praise, this one has more plot than usual i think

taglist: @ygm1slt

"Y/N, do you mind?"

You glanced up from the dozens of tan manilla folders you held in your hand, spread out like a hand of playing cards, each one filled with documents upon documents about the legend you and your coworkers were chasing. The stacks of papers felt like the scribblings of a child in your hand; useless to you, because you knew who Kira was already. Hidden in plain sight, he was the man who had just called your name from the front of the room where he sat, beckoning for you to come near.

You let out a long sigh under your breath, slowly placing the papers onto the desk you stood in front of. You and Light were not dating, no, in fact you could barely stand to be in the same room as the man. His aura was suffocating, despite the large and sprawling rooms of the headquarters building, you could always pinpoint just where Light was; you could feel his arrogant energy wafting off of him, making it clear who the superior one was in the room. It was asphyxiating, and his words were even worse. Everytime he called you to come closer to him, your heart skipped a beat- and though you were sure it was from disgust, you never denied any of his requests. Your love-hate relationship with him only made your interactions more intoxicating. You weren’t gonna deny yourself the excitement.

Your footsteps echo through the almost empty room as you walked towards Light, the only other people at the task force at the moment being L, Matsuda, and Soichiro, all of whom were working together on the right side of the room, their focus on L’s computer.

“What is it?” You ask as you approach Light, stopping next to him.

“I’d like to know your thoughts on this, a second opinion would be helpful.” He gestures towards his computer screen, which was packed with data you could barely read. As you attempt to decipher the text, Light places his hand on your upper thigh, gripping it horizontally. You hold back a gasp, trying not to draw attention to yourself. Light stares at you, your eyes unwavering from the screen in front of you.

“Umm, well, it’s....”

Light’s hand slides up your thigh, his fingers inching up your skirt and brushing the fabric of your panties. He moves his fingers slightly with the slowness of a lover brushing their thumb up and down your hand as you hold theirs. Your breath stutters as you found yourself craving a harder touch from the man you thought you hated.

You break your gaze from the computer screen and glance at Light- his eyebrows were turned downwards, and the image gave you an idea. You grab Light’s hand, peeling it from your leg and dropping it into his lap. “Actually, Light. I’m kind of busy with these documents right now, sorry.” You smile, walking away and returning to your spot at the other table.

You sort through the papers, your mind off of Light before you feel the vibration of your phone from the table. You check to make sure L wasn’t looking before checking your phone, opening the message notification.

Light Y.

brat.

You glance over your shoulder before typing a quick response.

Y/N

i’m sure i don’t know what you mean.

You place down your phone screen-first on the table and turn your ringer off, not bothering to see whatever quip Light would respond with. You catch him rolling his eyes out of the corner of your view before returning to his work. He places a hand over his mouth and throws one of his legs over the other, crossing them. You smirk to yourself.

This was a back and forth you and Light Yagami often shared ever since you joined the Japanese Task Force. Light, the esteemed man he is, never places doubt in his ability not only to seduce women, but to get what he wants, whatever that may be; in this case, it was you. You, on the other hand, prided yourself on being strong- a stubborn person with an unwavering will, someone who could out-work and out-show the men who thought they were better than you. Often you forgot the end goals of your little adventures to prove yourself better than, getting caught up in the chase of it all. You and Light’s relationship was a quite hectic blend of both of your guys’ stubborn behavioral habits, and neither of you would settle for losing.

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“Light-kun, it’s getting quite late. You two aren’t tired?” L asks, glancing at you and Light, as the three of you were the only ones remaining in the main area of task force headquarters. Everyone else had either gone home or gone to their designated rooms in the building.

“No, There’s a lot of work to be done so I’m fine with sacrificing a little sleep.” Light glances at you briefly. You knew he was expecting to be left alone with you, but you decide to push the envelope a little further. You refused to give into him; at this point, your ego and desire to not lose rivaled his.

“Actually, Ryuzaki, you’re right. I’m gonna head to bed.” You wave goodnight to the men, sending Light an innocent smile as you walk upstairs to your room.

You made yourself comfortable in your bed, as surprisingly Light had taken several hours to come upstairs- he didn’t want to chase after you, you assumed. Though, you could see how desperate he was through his facade.

Eventually, though, the door to your room opens with a creek, as Light steps his way inside and locks it behind him.

“Oh, hi Light. Do you need something?”

“Don’t play stupid.” Light runs his fingers through his caramel hair, frustrated. He walks over to where you sat on the edge of the bed, taking your jaw in his tight grip and forcing you to look at him.

“What was that all about, huh?” He places his hand on your leg, sliding further and further upwards as he speaks. “Teasing me as if you have the right. Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? I don’t appreciate the bratty behavior.” His fingers return to the position they were earlier, softly brushing up and down over your clothed heat. You bite your lip, holding back a moan; you weren’t going to give into him this easily. No, this was a competition for pride, and you were determined to win.

“Actually, Light,” You push his hands away from you, standing up, “I’ve had quite a long day. I’m gonna go get some rest, maybe you should too?” You remark before leaving, shutting the door behind you and finding another room to sleep in. You were going to win.

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“Are you guys coming with?”

You stand in the main hub of task force headquarters near Light, as L was on a seperate floor working and the rest of the task force was getting ready to leave for lunch.

“No, sorry, I wanna finish this work as soon as possible. But Matsuda, do you mind bringing Y/N and I something back?”

You whip your head towards him with a sour look as he volunteered you to stay with him- alone.

“Sure, text me what you want!” Matsuda exclaims cheerfully before leaving with the other detectives.

The loud slam of the door echoing through the large half-vacant room did not draw your attention away from your work, as you were determined to remain focused.

“You know, Y/N,” Light stands up from his chair, approaching you from behind where you sat. You take in a breath, preparing yourself for the antics he was about to pull.

“You never did apologize to me.” He places his long slender hands on your shoulders from behind, slowly rubbing up and down.

“Apologize? What do I need to apologize for?”

“For being a fucking brat.”

Light abruptly grabs the sides of the chair and spins you around to face him, his nose almost poking yours and his hot breath tickling your face, flushing your cheeks red. You take the opportunity of your close proximity to lock eyes with him, slightly shaking your head no, your confidence unbreaking.

With haste, Light knots a finger in your hair and roughly pulls you towards the nearest table, shoving you chest-first into it. He smacks your ass, earning a yelp from you. “How hard is it to follow fucking instructions? God, is your ego that big?”

He creeps his hand up your legs, dipping under your skirt and pulling your panties down to pool around your ankles. He runs his fingers up your slit, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Just give into me...”

You shake your head as best you can with Light still gripping the roots of your hair and whine out a small “Nuh-uh.”

He dips two fingers inside you, curling his fingers upwords and making a beckoning motion inside of you. Quickly, he pulls his digits out, extending his hand to force you to suck on them. “Hmm, taste all that? It sure looks like you want to give into me...”

You pitifully whine around his fingers, pushing your backside to press against the bulge forming in his pants, asking for more.

“See? I knew you were needy for me.” He removes his fingers from your mouth and slips them back into your cunt, pumping in and out at a steady pace before adding a third finger. You pathetically squirm under his methodical movements; he was too good at this. You try to bite back your moans to save your confidence, but soon fail as Light scissors his fingers inside of you.

“Mm, I love the sounds you make, you sound like such a slut.”

Light increases his pace and depth, curling his fingers against your walls until his fingers were no longer visible. His manipulation of your senses drew your orgasam out quicker than you expected, causing you to clench against his digits. Light, sensing this, promptly removes his fingers from you, causing you to whine.

“Light...”

“What, you think I’m gonna let you finish?” He chuckles leaning down to speak in your ear, “Just say you’re sorry, Y/N. It’s not that hard, really.”

“I have nothing to apologize for.” You pant.

He smacks your backside again, the hand-print stinging with the frustration building up inside the man. “Don’t talk back to me, brat. You know, you’re really being difficult and I don’t appreciate it. Maybe I should just leave you here...” He removes his grip from you and begins to walk away, and you’ve never felt more alone without your arch enemy.

“No, Light...” You bite your lip as you call him, the swing to your ego panging your chest.

“Hm, what’s that?”

“Light...” You look away, feeling embarrassment bubble inside your stomach.

“You only get what you beg for, Y/N. I can’t hear you...” He walks closer to you, a smirk forming on his lips as he backs you against the table, “C’mon, pet. Beg for me to fuck you, I know you want to.” He places a soft touch on your clit, rubbing it slowly in circles.

Against everything you’ve been fighting for this whole time, against your pride, your body was aching and obeyed, “Light, Kira, I need you so badly, please, please just fuck me already.”

“Hm, I don’t know. Are you sorry?”

“Yes, yes, I’m really sorry.”

“For what?” His tone grows more stern.

“For being a brat, for teasing you, for not listening to you, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, just please, touch me....”

Light hums in appreciation as he unbuckles his belt, tossing it on the floor and pulling himself out of his tan pants, “Mm, that’s Kira’s good girl, I knew you’d come around.” He pumps himself a few times, sliding the head of his cock up and down your slit, pushing slightly in every now and again just to evoke a mewl from you.

A slew of “please”s and begging whines spilled from your lips like a desperate prayer as Light continued his torturous teasing.

“You’re nothing but Kira’s pet, right?”

You nod rapidly.

“And you’d do anything for me? You’re mine, mine to use how I please and dispose of? Mine to use as a fucktoy?”

You nod again without question.

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” Light rewards you, finally pushing himself inside of you after what felt like an eternity. He rocks his hips to meet yours as he stretches your walls out, the moans from both of you mixing in the echoey room.

“God, Y/N, you feel so good. All this time I’ve waited...”

“Fuck, Kira,” You cry, wrapping your legs around Light’s waist, pulling him as close as possible. Your fingers curl into the hard, cold desk beneath you in an attempt to grapple with the amount of stimulation you were receiving.

His forehead came to rest on yours as he pounded into you relentlessly, “God, you’re such a good little slut for me Y/N, yeah? Nothing but a dirty fucking slut for my cock, fuck you take me so well.”

“Light, I’m gonna cum...” Your loud moans were hiccuped by the rhythm of Light rocking into you.

“Cum for me Y/N, cum all over my cock like the slut you are, make a mess so everyone knows how good I make you feel, how you’re mine and only mine to use for my pleasure.”

The harsh words that tickled your face encouraged your on-coming orgasam as you soon came around Light. He continued to thrust into you until he threw his head back with a groan, cumming inside of you.

Light pulled himself out and tucked himself back into his pants, tidying up his appearance with still labored breath. “Don’t even bother to clean up,” He head tired at the sticky liquid that was leaking down your legs and dampening the table beneath you, “Everyone knows you’re just a slut anyways, might as well let them know you’re my slut.” He winks before leaving the main room, walking off into a seperate hallway presumably to collect himself.

You stood up from the table, still panting. The fight was over, you had lost. Lost. Lost to the man who always seemed to win despite being plagued by misfortune. You huff, pulling your clothes back on and allowing the sting of losing your pride battle with Light Yagami to overpower the pain you felt in your lower half.

#light yagami x reader #girlboss reader lol #light yagami x reader smut #light yagami #death note #death note smut #sugarylawliet

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sirenascales · 3 years ago

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Heyyyo, i would request a a Dazai trying to knock up his wife, you know like the chuuya one

And I luv your blog, be happy and healthy and thank you

note: oh this is gonna be fun omfg 🥴 thanks so much for the request! i think i kind of went overboard...

warnings: nsfw, smut, cumplay, breeding kink, whew

-> Dazai trying to get his wife knocked up. 18+

alright

being married to dazai is quite... interesting

we know the type of guy he is, but he still loves you dearly

and he's actually slowed down his player ways 😳

so yeah, married life is interesting but you didn't regret it. its been nice

he works and provides for you. dotes on you and fucks you well, as he SHOULD

but one day your sister came over with her son

and seeing you play with your five year old nephew had dazai feeling... things. thinking thoughts.

and that is how you end up like this, hours later and having just had your fourth orgasm

ears ringing as dazai's harsh, whispered words of him wanting to fuck a baby into you repeating in your mind

holy shit

but as always, he's messy

your breasts, stomach and cunt just covered in his cum

he doesn't even get mad when some of his cum will leak out of you

thats just an excuse for him to fuck you again

to fill you up again

and again

and again :)

his fingers would play and swirl along the cum on your tummy, all while he pounds into your poor pussy with reckless abandon 😭

who cares if you cry and scream

not him, and not you either tbh

being fucked dumb by your husband, filled up so much

you were probably pregnant already

but to be sure :) you're sobbing as he cums in you again, your body shaking with your own orgasm

how many was that again...

"osamu... please..." you whimper quite pathetically, nails digging into his arms as he continued his slow, deep thrusts inside of you

god, the overstimulation had you both going insane

his flushed out face, wide, fucked out eyes matching yours

"one more" he rasps out and you could only say yes, spreading your legs more

"fuck, fuck, cant wait to see you with my baby inside you"

"so round and fucking perfect"

you couldn't even talk, bro

to far gone, body just weak as dazai ravished you so deliciously

though this time, as he cums yet again, he decides he wanted to cum on your chest

evil little smirk on his face as he breathes out

"oops..."

"sorry belladonna... lets go one more..."

his fingers pushing through his cum, trailing up to your neck and then grabbing your face

you whine at the feeling, giving him the perfect opportunity to push two of his fingers into your mouth

you sucked immediately, cleaning his cum off the digits

another wicked grin

"one more"

his fingers thrusts in and out of your mouth

and he pushes his cock back inside of your used pussy

theres mad look in his eyes, and you shivered deeply, knowing that he wasn't quite done with you

and that was ok

"my perfect little housewife... i love you..."

Requests are closed!

#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #bsd smut #bsd requests #dazai smut #jesus.... what the hell @ me

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frenchfrywrites · 3 years ago

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Ecto-gasm

MINORS DNI

I got an anon in my inbox (that I accidently deleted, whoops!) requesting a fic, saying they were haunted by afab Lucifer... I took haunting literally.

Warnings: amab top GN reader, ghost bottom transman Lucifer, monsterfucking, voyeurism, cunnilingus, Lucifers genitals are referred to with the terms cunt and clit

Once you settled into your new home, you started to take note that strange things have been occurring. Things move when you’re not looking, music plays at odd times during the night, your TV turns on randomly, you hear whispers before you’re about to sleep, the lights flicker, there's cold spots, and you catch glimpses of someone who’s not there- who should not be there. Clearly, you’ve got a ghost on your hands.

Luckily for you the spirit doesn’t seem malicious in the slightest; despite the strange happenings, you’re never actually scared for your safety. Rather, it’s almost comforting to know there’s another presence with you, on those nights when your loneliness seeps deep into your psyche. You actually find yourself wishing the ghost would be more visible and active.

A month in, you invest in a ouija board. You tell yourself you’re just curious, but deep down you know you’re lonely and maybe the ghost could be friendly if you got to know it. Your reasoning isn’t sound, and in the back of your mind you think back on the horror movies you’ve seen, and consequently come up with a million and one ways this could go horribly wrong. However, that doesn’t stop you from sitting on your living room floor on a Saturday night, some candles lit, a bottle of wine next to you as you stare tepidly at the board in front of you.

You clear your throat awkwardly, placing your fingers on the planchette. “Um,” you start, “hello?” It hits you now that you have no idea how to talk to a ghost. “Is there a ghost here?” you ask, but you recall that sometimes they don’t know they’re dead, “wait- I mean, is there someone here?” This is not a good start.

Still, you wait patiently, feeling your confidence dissipate with each passing moment. After a good 10 minutes you sigh, disappointed but not surprised. You remove your hands, opening the bottle of wine and pouring yourself a glass. A scraping sound distracts you.

You look down to see the planchette moving on its own. The first thought that passes through your mind is that they’re not supposed to do that, the second is holy shit the ghost is here. You wait with bated breath as you watch it slowly move, your hands shaking and heart beating so loud you can hear it pounding in your ears.

It moves to the sun: yes. You laugh, shock and delight from this truly surreal moment causes tingles to ripple throughout your body.

“Oh my god, hi-” you laugh again, “hi ghost, what’s your name?” you set down the bottle of wine you were holding, taking a sip from your glass as you watch the planchette move.

L-U-C-I-F-E-R it spells out, with little to no pause between letters.

Oh shit. Your face pales as fear takes over. “Luh-” your throat feels dry but you don’t think to take another drink, “like Satan?” the planchette jolts quickly across the board to the moon: no. You sigh, relieved. “Whew, I thought I was talking to something far more frightening than a ghost,” you tell Lucifer.

W-O-N-T the planchette pauses for a moment so you recognize this as a word. H-U-R-T another pause. Y-O-U.

You laugh- feeling a little delirious, “good to know. I’ll hold you to that, Lucifer.” Now that you’re less terrified you remember that an introduction goes two ways, so you tell Lucifer your name. “You know you’re dead right?” you ask, making sure, even though you’ve called him a ghost a few times already. The planchette moves to the sun. “Good, I didn’t want to be the one to break the news.” You swirl your wine, thinking of another question. “How long did you live?”

3-2

You hum, “I’m sorry,” you feel your heartstrings being pulled at, emotional over the death of someone you never knew.

I-T pause O-K pause D-O-N-T pause B-E pause S-A-D

Your lips curl into a smile despite yourself. “You’re sweet,” you sip from your glass to hide the fact that you’re blushing from the words of a ghost. “May I ask, how long did you live here?”

The night continues, you asking Lucifer questions and waiting patiently for him to answer, telling him a bit about your life in return. You want to talk to him forever, but you feel your eyelids drooping in the early morning, the desire to sleep working against every bit of you.

S-L-E-E-P

Lucifer spells before you can ask another question. “Alright, alright… can I-” you’re interrupted by a yawn, “can I talk to you again later?” The planchette goes to the sun. You smile involuntarily,“good night then, Lucifer.” With that, you clean up the board, put away your wine, and head to bed. The last thought in your brain before drifting off is that you hope this wasn’t a dream.

It definitely wasn’t.

The sunday morning following, after your shower, you find “good morning” with a small heart drawn on the mirror.

“Good morning Lucifer,” you call, hoping he’s heard you, wherever he may be.

He continues to leave you messages on your mirror in the week following, along with doing other little things to let you know he’s there. He left you a small flower on your dining room table on Tuesday, on Wednesday night he turns off the lights for you so you don’t have to get out of bed, and on Friday just before you fall asleep you swear you hear him whisper “good night.” In return you’ve started talking aloud, telling him about your day, complaining about coworkers, informing him about your thoughts on the latest movie you watched, anything that comes to mind.

One week turns to two, then weeks turn to a month, and the months add up. You’re happier than you’ve been in a long time, and you’re certainly not lonely anymore. Your best friend commented on your heightened mood, claiming you must have a secret lover, which caused you to flush a bright red. How could you tell them the reason for your disposition is the semi-flirty, very nice ghost inhabiting your home?

Their words stick with you. Lucifer, your secret lover? The thought of that being a reality makes your heart flutter and your stomach turn inside out. You feel delusional and childish, but that doesn’t stop the thoughts.

You thought your mind was consumed with thoughts of Lucifer before, but thinking of him as your lover has really made itself home in your mind. While you're cooking, before you fall asleep, while doing work in your office… and now, when you're in the shower. You find yourself thinking back to the picture you found after you’d learned his name and researched your home’s previous owners. You flush, at your memory of the picture, and from the fantasies that come along with it.

Distracted by your thoughts you misstep and lose your balance, crying out and extending your arms, preparing for impact- that never comes.

Instead you feel cool, soft hands holding you up, preventing you from crashing your skull into the shower floor. Hesitantly you open your eyes and see nothing. Immediately your brain registers that the very man consuming your thoughts is your savior. “Thank you,” you express easily after regaining your footing, his hands still gripping onto you firmly; it comes naturally, your brain only halfway registering what’s going on. When both your feet and head are grounded, a thought comes to you. How did he know to catch you? “Lucifer?” his grip loosens a bit, “were you watching me in the shower?”

The air around you gets cold, despite the heat from the shower. His hands leave you, causing you to make a soft sound of distress

“Sorry” he writes on the steamy glass.

“It’s ok!” you reassure hastily, “um… it’s ok.”

Lucifer draws a “?” on the glass.

“It’s just, I don’t mind you watching is all… I uh-” this doesn’t feel real, “I like you watching” you emphasize. Perhaps you’re digging your own grave here (which seems inappropriate to think, considering the whole ghost thing), but your confession is heartfelt. His hands reappear on your shoulders and the cold spot dissipates. You watch, entranced, as a figure starts to take shape.

“May I,” oh god, you can hear his voice.

A million thoughts rush through your head as you clearly hear him speak. Maybe Lucifer didn’t catch you. Maybe you fell and hit your head and you’re bleeding out, and in your last moments of consciousness your brain is attempting to process the fact that you have a crush on a ghost.

“May I kiss you?” His words break you out of your spiral. You blink at the semi-transparent man in front of you. He looks exactly like the picture you saw, and you almost laugh at the fact that he has clothes on in the shower.

Finally your brain processes what he’s said and you nod dumbly, “yes, please.” Lucifer flickers a bit, becoming more opaque, before leaning in to press a chaste kiss onto your lips. He’s so soft, or maybe fuzzy is the word you’re thinking of, and when you clumsily (you’re still processing all of this so your brain and body are having a hard time connecting) wrap your hands around his waist you find his whole body feels like this. He pulls back first,

“Ah sorry,” his eyes scan your body, causing you to flush, “I didn’t imagine our first kiss would go like this, with you… uhm… in this state of undress.” You laugh at his choice of words. “Though,” he lowers his lids, his hands moving from your shoulders to your chest, “I won’t complain.”

Rather than reply you lean in for another kiss, biting on his bottom lip so he opens his mouth for you. Lucifer moans, stepping closer into your personal space so he can press himself against you. His mouth is wet, like any humans, though his spit is more syrupy. Hopefully ectoplasm- which is what you assume his body is running on from the movies you’ve seen, is safe for human consumption. The kisses come one after the other, messy and desperate as you both indulge in the new sensations.

The water turning cold makes you pull back. Lucifer follows, a whine bubbling out of him, as he tries to kiss you again.

“Cold,” you express, shivering to prove your point. Lucifer bites his lip, nodding and flickering away. You frown, afterall it wasn't exactly your intention for him to leave. Slowly you get out and dry off, heading to your room, so you can jerk off all the pent up sexual tension in you.

Upon entering you grab your lube then flop on your bed, closing your eyes as you try to remember the way he felt, the way he sounded. Coating your hand in lube you stroke yourself until you’re fully hard.

“I take it-” you hear Lucifer’s voice suddenly, in your right ear.

“AH JESUS CHRIST!!” you cry, shooting your eyes open and jerking away from him. Lucifer- who is somewhat transparent but almost wholly there, looks entirely too pleased, grinning at you wickedly.

“I was saying,” he crawls between the space between your spread legs, “I take it you warmed up?” His hands rub your thighs softly as he becomes fully opaque. Your cock twitches,

“Yeah,” he hums, pleased at your answer. Pushing himself forward, Lucifer uses your thighs as leverage so he can kiss you again. You grab him by the turtle neck that he’s wearing, pulling him closer. One of his hands moves from your thighs to your cock, stroking at the same pace you were earlier. You break the kiss,

“Can you- would you get naked?” you ask, feeling it’s unfair that you’re the only one nude, and vaguely wondering what the deal is when it comes to ghost clothes. He nods, closing his eyes and flickering in and out of sight before returning again, this time fully undressed. You smile, pressing a kiss to his lips to show your appreciation. The kiss is short lived, as you want to take in his figure. He’s gorgeous (not surprising), and you can’t keep your hands off him.

You start feeling up his chest, stroking the faded scars there, then pinching his nipples gently. He lets out a soft “ah,” as he arches into your touch. Continuing to let your hands wander you smooth your palms against his tummy, then down to his thighs. One of your hands reaches out to stroke his hardened clit with care.

“Harder,” he whines, grinding himself against your hand. You oblige, reaching lower to collect some of his discharge (ectoplasm?) and using that as a makeshift lube to quickly stroke him from tip to base.

Lucifer returns the favor, taking you in his hand once again, “I want,” he starts, cutting himself off with a moan, “I want you inside of me, please?” Pre bubbles from your head at his words,

“Yeah, of course, let me unh, stretch you out.” You remove your hand from his clit to reach for the lube, though his discharge (again, ectoplasm?) is copious, he likely needs something more. Lucifer shakes his head, and raises so he can align your cock with himself,

“I don’t need it,” he grabs you to rub your head against his entrance,

“What? No, you-”

“Ghosts don’t feel pain,” he explains with a soft scoff, though his voice is full of bemusement. “Plus, the slick does it’s job,” he continues.

“Oh,” is all you can manage because then he’s sinking down on your cock. Your hands shoot to his hips, helping guide him down slowly. He might be alright with no prep but you’re hanging by a thread. He’s so tight, and that fuzzy feeling that occurred when he was touching you in his semi-transparent form engulfs you fully. You open your eyes- unsure of when you closed them, and look down.

You can see your dick inside him. Not like a tummy bulge, no you can literally see, through the semi see-through state of his stomach, your cock. “Fuck, oh fuck, Lucifer,” you whine, thrusting into him compulsorily.

“Yesss” he hisses, running a normal looking hand over his stomach- you note that it’s only chest down that’s taken on a more ghost like state. “Oh yes, look at you,” he whispers, letting out a soft moan of your name as he starts moving. You hold onto his hips for dear life, concentrating on not cumming, because you’re almost entirely certain that you’re going to, any second now.

Lucifer starts stroking his clit as he rides you, his cunt fluttering around you even though you can only barely see him now. His other hand grasps desperately at your chest, so he can stabilize himself better. With each passing moment he seems to disappear more and more, and the fuzzy softness of him grows and grows.

“You fuh-feel so good, unh I’m going to cum hah already,” he confesses with a soft breathless laugh.

“Me too,” you lean in for another messy kiss, because if you keep looking at your dick through him you'll end up climaxing far faster than you want. You thrust your hips up to get him off quicker, causing Lucifer to let out sweet little "ah, ah, ah's" against your lips.

"Cumming, cumming" Lucifer whines against your lips, twitching and shuddering atop of you. Discharge (ectoplasm???) accumulates as he squeezes around you, hand curling against your chest.

"Can I-" you begin, just barely holding your orgasm off,

"Yes, inside, cum, please," Lucifer begs, reading your mind. You don't need any further permission, cumming inside him and watching the way your cum shoots into his body. You fuck him through your orgasm, watching him intently as you do.

Once you stop fucking Lucifer it takes a hot second but his body returns to full visibility, and as soon as it does he slowly pulls himself off of you. He flops down next to you, so you turn to face him. He smiles softly, leaning in to kiss you.

Lucifer's kisses tend to leave you breathless, likely because he doesn't need to breathe so he can't ascertain when you need it. This means you’re the one pulling back first.

“You should let me eat you out,” you say, largely just thinking aloud. Lucifer hums, running a hand along your chest,

“I’d like that,” he blinks up at you lazily. You grin, pecking him on the lips, then pull back before he can trap you in another endless kiss. He goes to move, likely thinking he’ll be doing the work again, but you push him back gently so he falls against the pillows.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” you settle yourself between his legs, looking up to see him biting his lips. He might’ve blushed- had he the blood to do so.

“Alright,” he agrees softly, getting comfortable in his position.

You run your hands along his thighs, salivating as you watch some of your cum drip out of him. Deciding to not waste any more time you lean forward, kissing his semi erect clit sweetly, then moving lower to roll your tongue along his hole. You clean up any of the cum that seeped out, then push your tongue into him, reveling in the way Lucifer whines and moans as you do. He starts to get wet as you eat him out, the gooey substance that you’re almost 100% certain is ectoplasm now that you have it in your mouth. It doesn’t taste like discharge, rather it’s a bit sweeter and more viscous. And he certainly produces more of whatever this is than anyone would with discharge.

You’re trying to slurp up most of the ectoplasm he’s making, but it’s a lot and it dribbles down your chin as you get sloppier and messier. You pull your head back for a second, to gauge how he’s doing. Lucifer’s hands are wound tight in the sheets under him, his eyes locked on you. You hold eye contact as you take his clit into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue around it. Lucifer gasps, pushing his hips into your face,

“I’m going to,” he pants for air, shaking from the pleasure you give him with your mouth, “cum. I’m going to cum,” he warns. You hum, acknowledging his words then switching your attention back to his hole while bringing a hand from his thigh to his clit to continue simulating him there.

There’s no question as to when Lucifer cums a second time. He clenches around your tongue, one thigh pressing against your head as you hold the other down, squirting all over your face while he cries out your name. You work him through it, swallowing as much of his liquid as possible, practically drowning in it (you’re allowed to be a bit dramatic about it considering there is a lot coming out of him right now).

You pull back when Lucifer eases under you, uttering a soft “stop,” as he does. When you pull away your face feels wet and sticky. Despite this you lick your lips before going in for a kiss. He stops you before you can, hand on your cheek.

“I think you’re going to need another shower,” Lucifer comments with a grin, wiping some of his goo from your face with his other hand. “And maybe I should join you,” he tries- and fails, to hold back a grin, “just to make sure you don’t fall again,” you roll your eyes at his teasing.

“I feel like that’s an excuse, you just want to make out in the shower again,” you claim. Lucifer smirks, shrugging his shoulders as he begins to fade,

“Perhaps it is. Though, I think you should meet me in the bathroom to find out,” he provokes, disappearing from under you. You laugh, hopping out of your bed and rushing to the bathroom to see what he has in store for you next.

#'cw monsterfucking'#rq #om! lucifer #obey me!#om!#spice #ok hiding this in the tags but im so scared this is bad and that i lost my sparkle after finals 😭 plz be nice to me if this sucks 🥺#although i will give myself kudos where its due that title is so funny and im very proud of it hehehe #ghosting #voyeur/ism #tw monsterfucking #'cw cunnilingus'

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theotheroccassionalfanficwriter · 3 years ago

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I read your writings and... WHEW! THEY'RE REALLY GOOD! 💦💦💦💦 A✨M✨A✨Z✨I✨N✨G

Anyway, may I request NSFW/Explicit Zhongli x reader where y/n is a mage who requires constant archon energy to keep her life? Like, if she doesn't get archon's "energy", she'll die? Yknow, the usual hentai manga plot. 😏

Thank you for this first fuck and die request anon your mind is 👌✨👏👌🤯🤯🤯

In Pursuit of Knowledge

Summary: As one of his beloved citizen, it was only right for Zhongli to ensure your continued survival. He was after all quite fond of you.

If the people of Liyue spared a thought on the type of woman that the esteemed Wangsheng funeral parlor consultant would bed, you would not be on the list of their consideration. The stark contrast of Mr. Zhongli’s measured and composed manner, love for tradition and order completely clashed with your untamed and heretical thoughts that threw away tradition and order.

Though Liyue respected and moved towards the winds of change, it did so without forgetting its tradition unlike you who took tradition apart and reformed it into something completely unrecognizable. Your innovation borders the heresy of Khaenri’ah. Your acts of genius toeing the line between blasphemy and reverence for the holy.

Thus, no one would ever think that the esteemed Mr. Zhongli would take you to his bed, every night. Spreading your legs wide as his large cock slipped in and out of your pussy, firmly gripping your legs as he plowed you.

Each thrust calculated to bring you the most pleasure as he fed you his Geo energy, circulating it through the veins of your body as you sobbed with pleasure. Despite his calculated movements, Zhongli was a mess. His hair was flowing freely and some strands were sticking to his face and chest.

His neck and arms were littered with bites and scratches from the earlier round. Zhongli had wasted no time in removing your clothes from the moment you had entered his bedroom, weakly, at the end of the day. Your curse doing its duty of robbing you of life without an Archon’s energy. It was the price you paid for one of your pursuits of knowledge. And Zhongli, who had grown fond of you and your insane acts of genius, lent his help.

“Zhongli-” You moaned as he thrusted into you, “I-no more…” You cried as you came once more. Heedless of the fact that Zhongli had spilled his seed inside you countless of times.

“You’ll be exploring a ruin tomorrow,” He reminded you, voice gentle even as his thrusts were rough and his bite marks hard “And I can’t accompany you to provide you “energy” that you need.”

You blushed at the reminder that Zhongli would often accompany you on such trips and would shamelessly remove your clothes to provide you enough energy to sustain your life. Trial and error had led you both to the conclusion that other than his blood, his cum was the second best carrier of the energy you needed to keep on living.

Your vehement disgust at drinking his blood had led to this activity. Every night, as soon as the sun sets in the horizon, you would make your way into Zhongli’s home. Letting him shed his mortal form and spreading your legs to receive Rex Lapis’ archon energy.

It had been a long time since the first night and yet Zhongli never failed to make you feel shy.

Your continued silence coupled with your embarrassed face led Zhongli to a different conclusion, “Or perhaps, you would prefer to receive my energy while on your exploration?”

He leaned close to you, eyes shining like cor lapis and closer to a dragon than that of a human. Zhongli had removed his hand from your legs and instead placed it on your large and soft tits that bore the mark of his sharp teeth.

“That’s not-” You sucked in a breath as Zhongli pinched your nipple.

He hummed softly, before he moved away and then turned you over to lay on your stomach. Your ass and cum filled pussy presented before him. And he began your 10th round of sex, your pussy had easily accepted his large and fat cock, mouth opening to let loose sounds of pleasure as the sound of slapping echoud loudly in Zhongli’s room.

He held your waist tightly as he moved to and fro, sliding his cock back and forth inside your wet and cum filled pussy. His previous cum slipped out with each thrust and acted as a lube. The headrest of the bed banged on the wall in perfect rhythm as Zhongli fucked you hard in the bed.

You moaned and cried out, begging him for mercy as your overly stimulated pussy came once more, and again as you felt the pulse of Geo energy flowing through your body. Your lewd cries, however, where covered by the sudden formation of a jade dildo.

And Zhongli’s hand gripped your cheeks, forcing your mouth open as your body rocked with pleasure from Zhongli’s thrusts, the jade dildo entered your mouth and muffled your cries and moans. He was worthy of being the Geo Archon with his mastery of forging.

Your hands were now being held by chains of jade that appeared to be attached to the ceiling, pulsating with the geo energy you had come to recognize as uniquely Zhongli’s. You moaned once more as his thrust and the pulsating pleasure of the Geo Energy from the geo mark on the chains synced with each other.

Your body felt hot as Zhongli’s hand traveled down your hips and to your pussy, circling your clit and forcing another orgasm out of you. The jade dildo on your mouth pulsated with Geo energy, your drool fell onto Zhongli’s soft silk covers.

Even so it didn’t stop him from fucking you raw, cock slipping in and out of you with ease as he hit your g-spot again and again, driving you mad with pleasure as your cunt twitch and Zhongli came inside you again with a hard grunt just as you were shocked with the sudden thrust of the Jade dildo down your throat and the warm liquid geo energy that came down your throat and settled into the pit of your stomach.

Zhongli panted, “I’m sorry, my dear” He apologized without any sincerity, “I want to make sure you would be safe tomorrow.”

Drunk on the over abundance of his energy, you could only dumbly look at him in a haze of post coital orgasm. Your cunt twitching as Zhongli scooped up the excess cum and shoving it back into your pussy, your soft moans did nothing to lessen his desire for you. If anything it had only made him want to fuck you more, to spill his essence inside of you beyond what you required.

‘Everything must be taken into moderation’ Zhongli thought as he formed another Jade dildo, to plug your cunt and ensure that you would have enough energy to spare for tomorrow’s activities.

A casual observer would have long noticed that Zhongli’s particular attentiveness to prolonging your mortal lifespan had already exceeded that of a normal friend’s or an admirer of innovation. However, as most of Liyue and your acquaintances, both shared and not, spared no thought at the consequences of your inherent curiosity born of being a genius, and Zhongli’s fondness for your shenanigans.

And thus, with a gentleness only spared for lovers, Zhongli began to clean you up, paying no mind to his still erect cock. There was still tomorrow morning to release the rest of his seed inside you after all.

Come morning, you found yourself bended over the dining table, your shorts were dropped on the floor, as Zhongli’s cock slid in and out of your still sensitive pussy.

“Fontaine’s invention of this easy-access underwear truly helps us out,” Zhongli praised as his hand rested on the spread out cheeks of your ass, exposing your asshole and cum filled pussy to the cold morning air. Of course, the lacy black underwear with gold trim on the slit wonderfully showcased your dripping cunt, the edges of the golden trim stained with your pussy juice and Zhongli’s cum.

“Mnnn-why?” You moaned as Zhongli’s cock brushed over your g-spot, you angled your ass to ensure that his next thrust would hit it and give you the orgasm you were longing for, but a slap on your asscheeks signaled Zhongli’s want for your obedience.

“I reckon, you wouldn’t be pleased if I ruined one more pair of your underwear” He teased as he gave you hard thrust that had the table shaking and your cunt clenching, “a pity we don’t have enough time to make you drink straight from the source.”

You felt your heart spike at the thought and knew from the amused chuckle behind you that Zhongli clearly saw through your thoughts.

“Perhaps, I’ll visit you at lunch.”

Underneath his teasing tone, you clearly heard his intent to show up at the ruins. The mere thought of Zhongli fucking you relentlessly in the exposed ruins of Dunyu was enough to make you cum and as his hands tightly gripped your ass, you felt another splash of heat inside you. Zhongli didn’t move his cock outside of you, instead remaining for a few moments before he slowly slipped his cock out.

You made a move to stand but the firm hand on your back stopped you and you felt the familiar pulse of his dildo slip in. The cold jade contrasted to the warm heat of your cum filled pussy.

“Zhongli?”

“The Dunyu ruins are filled with Fatui members, this is just a precaution in case you need to fight...using your magic” He explained before grabbing your shorts and gently dressed you up.

His hand ghosted over your crotch, groping it and pushing the dildo further in, he whispered, “Just making sure it stays put.”

You blushed, not believing a single word as you shakily pushed him away and made your way to the front door. Each step you took made you keenly aware of the cum swishing inside your pussy, the dildo moving up and down with every step.

‘Today’s going to be a long day’ You thought with mild annoyance as you prayed that no one would figure out the reason for your flushed cheeks.

Zhongli smiled at your back, wondering how long it would take for you to realize that your hands were still stained with his cum after he had made you help him fill 5 glass bottles with his essence. The aforementioned bottles clinking noisily and audibly inside your satchel. The feel of your hand and mouth as it stroked and licked his cock was still fresh in his mind.

“Have a good day at work,” He smiled at your soft ‘yeah’ and found himself anticipating today’s lunch. He would afterall, have you for his main course.

#zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact zhongli x reader

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years ago

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Omg that Ari, Curts x new!reader drabble is *chefs kiss* 🔥 could we pls get more of them 🥺 and u mentioned that Ari had a girlfriend now.. pls tell me it’s her

Whew!! Those two are menaces! We should check in on their girl and see how they're torturing pleasuring her today? Ari having a girlfriend will be a new!reader insert yes.

Mirror Check

Summary: Check yourself in the mirror

Pairings: Ari Levinson X Reader X Curtis Everett

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, mirror sex, teasing, toy play, bondage, cuffs, D/s dynamics, squirting, punishing, implied double penetration, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 462

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Ari & Curtis Masterlist

Squirming in front of Curtis, while Ari is behind you cuffing your arms behind your back, you take a quick look back at him, and Curtis’ sweet voice calms you, “Eyes back on me little one. Ari said you were being a brat today.”

“No,” you pout shaking your head.

“And you know what we do to little brats right?” his eyes scan up and down your fully nude body, while the two of them are clothed.

“I don’t want to though,” you whine, leaning your head on his shoulder nuzzling into Curtis’ warmth, and Ari stands up to laugh.

“You’re too soft on her. Princess, what’s your magic word?”

“Toffee bits,” you wiggle around a little bit and Ari gives you a quick smack to your ass. His hand sliding between your ass cheeks before burying itself in your slick folds. Ari’s face turns towards you so he can kiss the shell of your ear, “I thought you didn’t want to do this? Our pussy is dripping all over my fingers princess,” quickly he removes his fingers and marches you to the mirror. “Get in position, show your daddies how wet that sloppy snatch is without even touching you.”

You go to stand one foot on either side of the mirror that rests on the floor, and Curtis helps you sink to your knees and straddle the mirror, while Ari kicks back on the couch. Watching your cunt from both angles. Curtis goes to walk in the corner of the room leaning back to gaze upon your spread cunt. “Please daddy. Need to be filled so bad.”

Ari only smirks at you. “Your mouth is what needs to be filled, so you’ll learn when to shut the fuck up.”

You whine looking at him, your body writhing and begging for friction, “Daddy, I’m sorry. I need it. I promise I’ll be your good girl,” your body rocking pretending that you’re riding one of them. Or both, at this point you’re not picky.

“Fucking hell, you’re so adorable when you’re begging for me like a desperate bitch in heat. Want your daddies to give you some relief? That pussy sure looks pretty dripping on that mirror though.”

“Daddy...” your voice mewls, and Ari snaps at Curtis. Curtis smirks at you before grabbing a dildo, sticking it to the mirror. Smoothly his hands run up your thighs and around your ass before he guides you over the jelly dildo.

“Watch it. Watch our cunt stretch,” Ari stands to walk closer, everyone staring at the mirror as you sink on the toy. “Thatta girl. There’s daddy’s good girl. Now once you ruin this mirror with that messy cunt, then we’ll fuck you.”

“But daddy.”

“Don’t but daddy me princess. Soak the mirror, and your daddies will fill all your holes. That fucking toy will be nice and slick for your pretty ass.”

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate affairs #desperate affairs au #DA AU #DA AU talk #daddy!dom #ari levinson #curtis everett #ari levinson x reader #curtis everett x reader #curtis everette x reader x ari levinson #ari levinson x reader x curtis everett

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siriusmydeer · 4 years ago

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james potter smut alphabet

james potter x fem!reader

a/n: that took from 9:45pm-12:pm then 7am-9:20am THAT TOOK SO LONG OMG

i’m sorry if it’s bad

warning: literally pure sex smut all that jazz

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

that man is the softest dom, literally the DEFINITION. he gives u so many kisses, he praises u, he will shower with you, wash your hair, gives u his clothes LITERALLY THE BEST.

“mhm jamie, too tired” you murmur. your body melting into the mattress as you speak, all worn down. “but, love.” he pushes your hair behind your ears, pulling you up. “gotta get you all nice and clean f’me.”

he pulls you up, his calloused hands gripping onto your thighs, bringing you into the bathroom. the shower already nice and warm ready for the both of you. he’s holding you under the warm water to the point where you might collapse if it wasn’t for his grip.

“you did good love, so so good all f’me.” he says sponging kisses on your forehead, both of his hands on your lower back holding you.

“i love you, my sweets.”

“you’re the only one f’me.”

you were so tired, so vulnerable just allowing james to take care of you because that’s all he wanted to do.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his biceps, simple. he does A LOT of quidditch training to get to his strength. he also takes pride in being able to just fuck you against the lockers from his strength. it also inflates his ego when he catches you staring at his biceps. or when he’s taking you underneath him your gripping his biceps like your life depended on it.

“james- fuck.” you moaned into his neck, his lips sucking dark hues into your collar bones and his left forearm resting right beside your head and his other gripping around your waist.

he started going slower, but deeper. he hit a new angle inside of you almost hitting your cervix. you let out a strangled moan gripping his bicep almost digging your nails into the flesh.

his head dipping out from beneath your neck to slot your plush reddened lips with his.

that man and you’re THIGHS. he’s a thigh man don’t tell me other wise. whether ur in your school skirt, jeans, leggings, underwear ;) his legs AND HANDS always divert to the soft plush skin of your thigh.

your ankles insticntly went to lock around james’ head, he had been in between your thighs for hours on end without a stop.

“james- i’m gonna cum.” you breathed out in a moan. his hands squeezing at the flesh on your thigh, they were reddened and begging to lightly bruise from him doing those similar actions for the last hour and a half.

“cum darling, cum for me.”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

so, esentially speaking theres wizard potions to block out pregnancy. so he would be CUMMING INSIDE OF U. not nessesarily a breeding kink but he likes when your full and stuffed with his cum. he also loves to cum on your chest or thighs because he likes the contrast to your skin and he think it makes you so utterly pretty.

the wave of euphoria and stars dancing across your vision had almost come to an end as your boyfriends thrust got sloppy and rigid.

“pretty girl where do you want it, where do you want my cum?” he panted to you, close to his release.

“i want you to cum inside me jamie, please. fill me up.” you let out a small moan at his constant friction when you felt ropes of seed shoot into you, he rode out his orgasam then pulled out. you clenched around nothing as he came face to you cunt.

he pushed his fingers into you, a small moan leaving your mouth as you made eye contact with him.

“gotta keep you all nice and full, yeah?”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

there’s nothing he would want more than a lap dance. you in you your lingerie you had just bought giving him a little show after one of a quidditch wins.

“mhm, sit f’me.” you whispered into his ear, placing him to hit at the end of his four poster bed.

“and what have you got going on darling? a suprise?” he said, leaning against his two hands watching you pry at your tie and slip it off.

slowly unbuttoning your school blouse, flinging it on the floor. he lets out a small groan at the sight of you almost naked in your skirt. you walk towards him shuffling onto his lap.

“you did win after all, and winners get rewards.” you said circling your hips onto his clothed cock .

“fuck... the things you do to me.” he groaned into your ear as you continued.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

i’m gonna be honest i don’t think that much when you first get together. i mean there’s been ladies he’s a marauder but he’s only ever wanted to you so i feel like he just gets to know your body really well and he sort of just has instincts. like during your first time there’s those little awkward moments but you both make it run all good and smoothly

“s’gonna hurt y/n.” he murmured to you, situating himself in between your legs as you lock your ankles behind his back.

“i know, but i want this. i want you. i need you inside me.” you whisper in desperation for him, needing to feel him.

“you ready?”

“mhm, please.”

he slowly started to slide into you, when you let out your first hiss of discomfort, he slotted his fingers between yours and slightly halted his movements.

“keep going jamie.” you encouraged

he slid his way into your cunt until he was fully in.

“move please, i need to feel you.” he did his first pulse, light movements when you let an involuntary moan escape the threshold of your lips.

“mhm- jamie, keep going.”

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

missionary bc he just wants to see your beautiful face, against the quidditch lockers so he can just hold you against them or doggy bc he likes to choke you or pull you up so he can see your back arch for him.

you heard the bang of metal as james took you against the quidditch lockers and you tried to muffle your moans against his lips.

“gotta- gotta be quiet love. wouldn’t want anyone to know what we’re doing in here.” he panted into you ear. he continued as he angled your leg higher, hitting you g-spot as he continued his pace.

“james fuck- so good. so fucking good.”

“you look so fucking beautiful like this y/n.”

“j-james i- i cant hold on much longer. s’too much.” you moaned and whimpered from the back of your throat.

“pretty girl cum for me.”

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

there’s 2 kinds of sex with james, giggly super soft lovie sex. not necessarily making jokes but just giggling because he just tickled your side my accident or accidentally bumping noses. or there’s big dom daddy james where it’s very PASSIONATE but he’s very dominate.

his hand ran down the depth of your curves, a little giggle bubbling through your throat. he looked at you with a cocked brow, repeating his action as his chin rested on your stomach a small smirk on his lips.

you giggled again, your hand running through his hair. you brought his face to your lips as your finger tips danced under his jaw.

he giggled at your actions as well, also seemingly ticklish under his neck.

“you’re so distracting james potter.” you groaned as he continued to pulse through you while giggling at you.

“i’m distractingly beautiful y/n y/l/n”

“quite insuffer- fuck!” you were caught off with a moan as his fingertips danced on your clit. stimulating you.

“hmmm darling, cat got your tongue?”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

so james has that thick mangle of tresses on his head, so i feel like he’s quite cleanly shaven, maybe just a bit of a stubble? but i feel like he would shave not only to make it more comfortable for him but for you seemingly easier and more comfortable.

i don’t think he would care if you were shaved or not, as long as you were comfortable your natural body hair is not stopping him from going down on your or having sex with you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

ROMANCE KING ILL SAY IT ONCE ILL SAY IT TWICE ILL SAY IT THREE TIMES IF HE COULD EVERYTIME HE WOULD SPREAD ROSE PETALS AND CANDLES AND LIGHT FIRE PLACES AND E V E R Y T H I N G. during the whole thing your hands would e interlocked with his, chests pressed against eachother, eye contact, soft touches, soft kisses and mumbles of praise like whew.

“jamie- what’s this?” you asked, your eyes scanning around the room with floating candles and rose petals on the floor.

“well i figured i’d make it special, i dunno.” he murmured shoving his hands in his pockets. you turned towards him with a grin your face.

you grasped his face between your palms lightly kissing his lips before speaking.

“a real sap you are potter, my sap.”

“correct, 10 points go y/h.”

“thanks professor potter.” you teased before leaning in to kiss his lips again.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

i feel like he would A LOT and you would catch him A LOT. somwtimes u aren’t always there but u know what is there, a picture of you and his hands and he makes due when he needs too. but normally he just goes to you because he would rather anyways but sometimes there are bigger priorities then his random hard ons.

“y/n- fuck me...” he moaned, his hand pumping his cock in one hand and the other gripping his bed post, knuckles turning a shade of white.

his only thought being the way you looked under him, on top of him, infront of him, you’re beautiful beautiful body. you were currently occupied helping mcgonagall with extra transfiguration while james was in need... of you.

you had finished early, waltzing into james’ room like normal except you were met with a familiar sight of james pumping his cock in his hand while his head was slightly leant back and his jaw was slack.

you cleared your throat, crossing your arms and a smirk on your lips with an eyebrow raise. “couldnt wait atleast an hour could you?” you teased, walking closer.

“well now that your here, could you lend a hand?”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

james has a daddy kink😐 literally that’s one of his most prominent kinks. i mean your his angel, his darling girl he would do anything for you i mean he just wants to make you happy. and i mean you calling him daddy while withering under him just makes him 😁

“daddy... please.” you begged him.

“ive been a good girl. i promise!” you were almost yelling at him, wanting him to understand.

“sweetheart we’re you a good girl when flirting with sirius?” his face got seemingly close to yours, asking you the question while raising one of his eyebrows.

“no daddy.” you said, embarassed. you had been waiting for james attention all night long but instead he was stuck all up in detention for a prank against snape.

and then when he finally arrived to the common room he barely spared you a word, so you did what you had to do to grab his attention and... it worked.

“so tell me baby, whyd you break the rules?”

“i just wanted your attention daddy! i just wanted you!”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

i think his fave would be the dorms in the bed. but the prefects bath is a very close second. and he surely doesn’t mind the common room or broom closets that are very open to public where you both could get caught in comprising positions.

you heard the slosh of the water beside you, as you moved your hips onto james’ submerged underneath the prefects bath water as u straddled him.

his hands came to steady your hips as your buried your head in his neck, and continuously grinding your cunt onto james’ dick.

“fuck angel... just like that.” he moaned while tightening his grip

“f-fuck jamie-“ you whimpered in his ear, clawing at his shoulders.

“you’re doing amazing pretty girl, keep doing- fuck- you feel so good around me.” he praised you while groaning.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

SO JAMES LOVES HAVING HIS HAIR PULLED IN BED; WHEN HES GOING DOWN ON YOU, IN MISSIONAIRY, WHEN YOUR RIDING HIM JUST ALL THE TIME SO WHEN U PLAY WITH THAT MANZ HAIR HE COULD THROW YOU OVER IN SECONDS AND GET U ON THAT BED.

“so fucking tired.” james muttered walking into the common room after a two hour detention with filch.

he saw your body displayed on the vermillion couch, very opening that his body could just rest on yours while you were in a conversation with remus and sirius.

he quietly sprawled his head on your lap, his arms arranging around your waist as he gor comfortable.

you mindlessly started caressing his hair, and pulling on the tuffs lovingly, that was until you felt a hard pressure pressing against your calf that you remembered james’ small dirty secret.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i don’t feel like he would be into hurting you? like slapping, knife kinks, seeing you hurt i don’t think he would find that arousing he would more just be concerned because he doesn’t like to see your hurting. i think he would still like spankings but i don’t think he would slap you in the face or anything.

“so y/n, d’you think you’d try it?” sirius asked you, while your eyes paid more attention on the potions text book infront of you.

“try what?” you muttered, clearly disinterested in the conversation.

“knives in bed.”

you brought your head up to look at him, cocking an eyebrow confused at his question.

“um, probably not. i don’t know that’s an odd question pads.” you muttered turning your attention back to your potions book.

“but wouldnt that like... hurt her?” you heard james say in a concerned and confused tone to sirius.

“could if you wanted too, but it’s more of the thrill.” sirius replied to james.

“no, i don’t think i want the ‘thrill’ m’good, thanks.” he agitatedly replied to sirius and looked at his own book.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i feel like he would like both equally but he’s more of a giver at heart. it’s kind of whatever happens in the moment because when your thighs are wrapped around his head it’s like heaven but your pretty lips wrapped around his cock? also heaven.

your hands braced his thighs as your plunged your mouth deeper onto his girth, trying to take him all in while breathing for your knows.

“you take my cock so well pretty girl.” he praises to you, his hand in a makeshift pony tail holding your hair away from your face.

you went back to his tip, kissing and swirling your tongue around trying to catch your breath before pushing your mouth onto him keeping a fast past.

“i’m gonna cum-“ he groaned and his own release shooting ropes of cum down youve throat cut him off.

he slowly rid out his high as you continue to suck and then swirled your tongue around the tip and opening your mouth to show that you had swallowed his release.

“good girl.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

i feel like he changes pace a lot? sometimes it’s really fast, and deep but sometimes very slow and passionate and deep and loving. he’s a man of many talents and whatever the mood is he can keep that pace.

his hand had one firm grasp on your waist as he pounded you from behind and the other gripped the root of your hair.

“you gonna be a messy little girl?” he taunted you through gritted teeth

“y-yes.” you muttered through moans.

he had just lost a quidditch match to slytherin and you offered a solution.

something nice and rough.

and that’s exactly what the both of you wanted.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

i feel like they would happen from time to time but i feel like he would be more into proper sex because you are literally his only priority like getting you off is all he cares about so maybe there’s a quick a few times but definitely not all the time.

“shh if you’re not quiet someone’s going to walk walk by and hear.” james taunted you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your head dug into his neck trying to hold back your moans.

“james- i- i cant s’too much, too much.” you said while biting your lip, unable to see much do you the darkness of the broom closet.

“well sweet girl that’s what happens when you get needy during school hm? is my pretty little slut gonna cum all over my cock while anyone could walk in?” he began to mock you.

“mhm- yes.” your lip becoming dry and chapped from all the incessant biting, “please can i cum?”

“go on, cum y/n.”

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

i feel as long as it wasn’t hurting you or it ended up with you or him like getting with other people he would try it?

“are you sure, m’scared i might hurt you.” james murmured while tying your hands up to the bed post.

“m’fine, promise.” you assured him, that night you were trying something new. both of you had previously talked about ties and bondage and you wanted to try it once to see if you’d both like it.

you pulled on the ropes a bit making sure they weren’t cutting off the circulation of your wrists.

“see? m’good jamie.”

“ok but if something happens tell me, i don’t want you to hold back because i might be enjoying it you’re not.”

“james i promise.”

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too.”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

that man happens to be a QUIDDITCH PRODIGY. HE IS A SEEKER. WHICH MEANS HE CAN LAST AWHILE. i believe that he would stop when you wanted to stop, like he could fuck you all night if he wanted too.

“one more darling, one more f’me.” his voice hoarse from the previous three rounds.

he wanted to know if you could go any more, ready to stop at any time.

“one more?” you said breathily to him.

“just one.”

“yes daddy, i want you, please.” you plead to your bespectacled boyfriend, you began clenching around nothing feeling empty again.

“mhm please, please i want you.”

“alright darling, no need to fret. m’right here.” he assured.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

i think he’s more like “why would you need those when you have me.” type of guy. like i don’t feel like he would have them even for punishments he would rather do it himself, even because he would feel closer to you like he’d rather fuck and tease you then silicone (bruh 😭)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i feel like you would do more of the teasing because he would automatically become obdient to you. if he was teasing it wouldn’t be for long because he would fuck himself from watching you squirm and tease you.

his palm rested on the inside of your thigh, tracing little shapes as goosebumps rose onto your skin.

“nervous, darling?” he teased in your ear while you were trying to converse with peter about arithmancy homework during dinner at the great hall.

“james. stop. teasing.” you said through gritted teeth, your legs squirming at his fingers grazing your panties.

“but you’re so beautiful like this, about to make a mess during dinner? think that’s polite y/n?” he mocked you, he loved that he had that effect on you.

you turned towards his face that was almost touching the shell of your ear.

“if you keep doing this i won’t fuck you for a month.” you whispered, venom like words leaving your throat.

his sapphire eyes quickly widened as he moved his hand by the cap of your knee. you smirked as he was almost frantic by your words.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

he wants the whole hogwarts castle to know that you’re his so he is loud. he groans, he moans, he dirty talks, he moans your name like he is EXTRA with it. sometimes you almost have to shush him but he’s not having any of that.

“james, hush! you’re going to get all the prefrecfs scrambling around the room if you’re to loud!” you said covering his mouth, feeling him smirk against your palm.

“but darling, that’s the whole point. don’t you want everyone to know who you belong to?” you flushed and pulled your hand away from his face.

“that’s what i thought love.”

“you know sirius will never let us live this down, bet he can hear from the common room.”

“then let’s give him a show, shall we?”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

cockwarming. if you’re being a brat that’s one of the ways he’s gonna punish you, while he’s working on a prank and his arm is just around your waist to make you stop squirming.

“if you’re going to be a brat angel, i’m gonna start treating you like one.” he murmured to your squirming figure as he tried to figure out a new prank on snape.

you were sat on top of his cock, clenching and squirming almost begging for him to touch you.

“jamie please i need you, please, please please.” you begged him, yet no avail. a determined look on his face as he was scribbling on the parchment.

he swatted your bum, you jolted a bit at the sudden friction of his hand and began to whine.

he looked at you, a dark look in his eyes which shut you up immediately because you knew what that look meant.

“hmm, so you can listen to the rules? good girl.”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

that man is big and thick and he KNOWS HE IS. i’d say 8inches hard?

you rested your bum on to your calves before scooching up to this belt buckle as he was standing, holding a faux-ponytail of your hair between his calloused fingers.

“are you sure, y/n? you don’t have to if you don’t want too.” he looked down at you, puling your eyes to look in his sapphire ones.

“m’sure james.” you assured him, undoing the buckle and swiftly pulling down his boxers and uniform pants at the same time.

his shirt discarded on the floor earlier, his dick slapping his clenched stomach. he was already hard from your teasing and grinding earlier.

your eyes widened at his size, nervous how you would fit it all in your mouth.

“what’s wrong darling?” he started to get concerned at your frozen state.

“nothing.. y-your just, so big.” you said looking at his cock and hearing a chuckle in the backround.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

i feel like it’s pretty high but it’s always depending on you, he would rather die than force you to do anything if you weren’t feeling it or just didn’t want too. so if you’re up for anything than so is he.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

if it’s during the day i don’t think he would get that tired, but if it was during the night and he just finished aftercare i feel like you would lay on his chest if he hadn’t worked you hard enough and you guys would just talk about anthing. but if you guys did a lot of rounds and you were on the verge of slumber he would just kiss your hairline and praise you as you fell asleep.

“my good girl.” he said while kissing your forehead. “i love you so so much, you’re the only one for me.” his hand dragging against the arch of your back, the only thing seperating him from your skin was the shirt he put on you.

“my sweets, does everything for me. how could i have gotten so lucky.” he whispered on the shell of your ear.

“hmm, jamie been asking myself the same thing.” you murmured, sleep almost pulling you under but not enough for you to reply to him.

“goodnight james. i love you.”

“i love you more, my sweets.”

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junisfics · 4 years ago

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armin walking in on his girlfriend masturbating and it turns into a mutual masturbating thing

whew

edit: LMFOA WAIT I JSUS REALISED I DID THIS BACKWARDS OOPS i hope this still works

warnings: smut / nsfw 18 + (mutual masturbation, voyeurism, praise kink)

you felt guilty watching him like this, so vunerable and exposed.

his pretty cock sliding through his fist like nothing, spit coating his hand. his shirt was pulled into his mouth and his pants pulled just over the apex of his thighs. his face was flushed pink and his eyes squeezed shut.

he imagines it was you. your cunt sliding up and down his cock as you ride him slowly, your hands bracing you on his chest as you grind against him.

quiet moans escape his throat, a mix of pleas followed by your name being repeated like a mantra.

watching him like this had you so wet for no reason. you couldn't explain it, it was just so hot seeing him like this.

you slip into the room quietly. but obviously not enough so because armins blue eyes shoot wide open.

"oh my god! y/n, i'm sorry." his face and body went hot as he covered himself by tugging his shirt below his waist, shimmying back against the headboard of the bed

"continue." you say, taking a seat in front of him on the bed.

he was hesitant at first, rightfully so, then he obeyed. he uncovered his still spit coated dick and took it in his hand.

"go ahead, baby." you nod, gesturing towards his throbbing dick that sits heavy in his hand.

slowly, he continues, eyes meeting his length as he begins to slide his fist up and down again. he tried his best to restrain the noises threatening to release in his throat but it was no use, you could hear his struggle.

then, you slide all the way onto the bed. a bend in your open knees. clothed cunt exposed to him.

his eyes flick up to yours, looking at you while he touched himself.

and you were soaked.

a dainty hand slid down your stomach and pushed at either side of your waistband before sliding it down your legs.

"y/n," armin whimpers, watching you intently. eyes awkwardly avoiding where he wants to look the most.

"is this okay?" you ask.

he nods intently.

you pull your pants off and set them aside, leaving your tank top on. and your fingers return to tease the skin above your stomach before sliding lower to feather your clit.

armin whines when you make contact with yourself, his dick pulsing in his hand. he couldn't look away. his eyes were all over your face and chest and fingers as two of your fingers slip inside your slick heat.

"fuck," he hisses, speeding up the pace of his hand as you steadily pump your fingers in and out of your cunt.

the lewd noises of both of your moans and the squelching of your movements fill the air, hot and heavy.

his hips were bucking his cock up faster, begging for more. seeing you so close to him without being able to touch you was a struggle.

and then you were both cumming together, quietly crying out with heads falling back.

#tw: voyeurism #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #armin arlert smut #armin smut #aot smut

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miizpah · 4 years ago

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cₐᵣ ᵣᵢdₑ | suna rintarou

anon asks : thirst trap. car sex with suna. arctic monkeys do i wanna know playing in the background. both of you high outta ur minds. send fucking thirst. female reader.

authors note: i am frothing for this man 👄💦. but listen, car sex with suna is the dream? i am manifesting 🙇🏽‍♀️

crawlin' back to you, ever thought of callin' when you've had a few?

the music was the last thing on your mind, the hands underneath your shirt are hot against the flesh of your back sending shivers down your spine. your head was tilted back a bit, exposing your neck and allowing rintarou to kiss and bite along your skin. your nails racked against his scalp, tugging on his roots softly.

“rin,” the high you were experiencing was enough to heighten everything around you, the wind entering through the cracked windows, and rintarou’s nails digging into your back. “please...” you didn’t know what you were pleading for, but your hazy mind felt as if rintarou knew what you wanted, what you needed.

“i know,” his voice was deeper than usual, coated with lust and desire, and a small hint of sleepiness. he was always sleepy when high. “lift up for me, baby.” he whispered, a single hand coming down and bunching your skirt up around your waist.

you did as told, your knees acting as support as you lift up, bending your neck so your head wouldn’t hit the roof. your hand fall away from his hair, reaching down and unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. a small hiss escaped him when you gently pulled his cock free.

you couldn’t help but moan at the sight of his drooling cock, angry red and so big.

cause maybe i do, too busy bein yours to fall for somebody new

rintarou used his free hand to move your panties aside before you were lining him up, both of his large hands came down and settled on your hips as you sunk down, whimpers leaving your mouth as the familiar scratch took you by surprise.

“doing so good for me, baby,” rintarou hummed, green eyes locking with yours. pleasurable jolts shooting throughout both of your bodies at the contact, both looking high out of your minds and fucked.

“yeah?” you whispered, needing reassurance from him.

his hands tighten, “yeah,” his bottom lip being taken between his teeth. “taking my cock so well, ‘m proud of you.”

you keen softly at the praise, a moan being drawn from your lips once you’ve settled onto his lap fully. your arms wrap around his neck, lips hovering over his own.

rintarou’s hand reached over onto the seat, revealing the dark green vape in his hands. he placed the plastic between his lips and inhaled, eyes never leaving yours.

hips rocking softly, you whine impatiently, opening your mouth. the male only rolled his eyes fondly, pulling the vape away and slotting his mouth onto yours. the smoke swirled into your mouth, traveling down your relaxed throat and entering your lungs. seconds later, he’s pulling back, and the smoke is leaving your mouth, traveling into the air above the two of you.

now, i’ve thought it through, crawlin back to you

“rin, please—!”

“shush, baby, not too loud.” rintarou shushed you, pulling you closer to his chest. “i’ll take care of you, be patient.” he whispered against your hair, hands firm against your hips and moving them.

“o-okay,” you stammered, going lax and letting rintarou guide your hips. soft moans and whimpers leaving your throat at the feeling of being constantly full, of feeling his cock rub consistently at your g spot.

the air around you both were warm, sweltering. the cool breeze doing nothing to cool your clothed bodies. your head fell onto his shoulder, moaning a bit loudly as your g spot slowly began to become simulated.

without much thinking, you’re sitting up, grabbing his large hands and placing them on your breasts. he only rose a brow, as you began to move your hips to your pace.

“i thought i told you to be patient,”

“you’re taking too long, rin-”

“so needy, brat.”

you have no time to prepare, rintarou switching your positions. his hand held onto the vape as he laid you onto your back, mindful of the door. he hands you the vape, before pushing your skirt up even much, tugging his jeans down and entering you all within the same second.

“mmm,” you hike your legs up further, sticking the plastic between your lips and inhaling.

“fuck, you’re practically drooling all over my cock.” his thrust are slow and long, forcing you to feel each drag of his cock against your gummy walls.

you exhale the smoke, passing the vape to him, relaxing fully into the seat. heat pools in your stomach as your mind process his dirty words.

so have you got the guts?

“rin!” you moan loudly, nails scratching at his bare back. clothes and vape discarded, rintarou had given up on slow car sex, his primal need to fuck you senseless taking over the moment you begged for him to go faster.

you were almost sure the car was rocking with his movements. the lewd, wet sounds emitting from your sopping cunt only added to the heat surrounding you both. both your moans mixing in with the music playing in the background.

“f-fuck,” rintarou groaned, his arms acting as pillars, caging you in and making you feel small. “your pussy so good to me, baby.”

“yeah?” you didn’t mean to sound like a pornstar, but the airy tone and moan mixing together created that stellar pornstar moan, making rintarou groan low in his throat as he looked down at you.

a breathtaking smile formed on his lips, “yeah,” he confirmed.

your walls tighten as the familiar feeling sunk into your stomach. heat curls around you, causing your toes to curl and your hands to flatten against his back. “i’m gonna cum soon,” you whimper, warning him.

your hand came down with the intend to rub at your neglected bud, but rintarou was quick in slapping your hand away. “don’t touch my cunny, baby. you’re going to cum just from my cock.”

you could only nod, moans leaving your throat uncontrollably. his pace grew a bit quicker, sharper and dead on where your overstimulated g spot was.

“gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!” you whine, hips twisting and hands sliding up and latching onto his shoulders.

“shit, so pretty, withering under me like that.” rintarou grunted, leaning back and grabbing onto your thighs. he spread them a bit further, rolling his hips into yours. “only i can get you like this, huh?”

you couldn’t answer, mind blank, nothing but rintarou’s cock drilling into you on your mind.

“hey,” multiple taps against your cheeks bring you back into reality, eyes locking with his. “answer me.”

you whine and nod your head, feeling your orgasm closer than ever. “only you, only you, only — rin!” you throw your head back, mouth dropping open in a loud moan as your orgasm wrecked through your body.

“shit,” just by seeing your face and hearing his name being called, he pulled out quickly, his cock jerking a few times before spilling all over your stomach.

as you both come back from your highs, the sound of music floods back in.

been wondering if your hearts still open, and if so, i wanna know what time it shuts. shimmer down and pucker up, i’m sorry to interrupt...

note — whew, after that manipulative rintarou fic i definitely needed to write this one.. here’s some sorta sweet boyfire rin smut.

edit note — crying at the mistakes i found ewwie 😖

#suna rinataro #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #✨.requests.#🌚.dirty #inarizaki #rintarou #suna x reader #suna #i’m sorry but it’s canon that rin listens to AM #stoner rin is canon tell me otherwise #suna smut

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ppersonna · 4 years ago

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right here - jjk | m

↳ summary- a cruise with your best fuck buddy takes an interesting turn.

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader

↳ word count- 1.6k

↳ genre- REQUEST, smut

↳ warnings- fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it UP), slight dirty talk, exhibitionism, teasing, creampie, whew lindy you sure have a niche kink that you must write about in every fic huh :/ this is all smut im sorry that there’s bare minimum plot lol

↳ a/n- here’s my first drabble request for jk! i’m excited to give cherry koo his time to shine. i’ll be working on all the requests ive been given and making nice little banners for them too. thanks to @ladyartemesia and @taetaewonderland and @chimoona and @sombreboy for reading over this and helping me not want to quit writing lol

This request was “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

Jungkook stares at you as if you’re his last meal, and he’s a prisoner on death row.

It’s shameless the way he ogles you. He doesn’t even wear sunglasses as he stares at your long legs unabashedly while lounging on the secluded deck of the cruise ship. You can see the way his eyes trail over your body, following the beads of sweat that trickle down from the beating of the hot sun.

“Jungkook,” you murmur quietly. “You’re staring.”

It shakes him out of the daze your body put him in—the spell he always falls under when he gets a look at you in the tiny bikini you wear when you want to avoid unsightly tan lines.

“Was I?” He asks as he licks his lips and takes a sip of his beer.

You smirk fondly and continue reading your book. Jungkook doesn't stop staring. His eyes rest on your chest, watching the way your breasts lift and fall with each breath. You can tell he’s getting worked up now by the way his thighs tense as he tries to control himself.

A delicious thought crosses your mind and it makes you smirk.

“Hey,” you speak as you turn on the lounge bed towards your stomach, exposing your backside to the hot sun. “Could you help me lotion up my back? I don’t want to burn.”

Jungkook stills for a moment, visibly swallowing. You idly wonder if teasing your best friend and fuck buddy like this is going too far. But, he did mention something about seeing a girl named Jessica next week when you get home from vacation and maybe it’s best if you remind him just what he’d miss out on. You couldn’t help the jealousy building inside of you at the idea of Jungkook with another woman.

“Alright,” he says after a moment of consideration.

He sets his cold beer on the deck and stands, adjusting his tight swim shorts as he does so. You can’t help but grin, knowing he needs his adjustments due to the precarious situation you’ve put him in.

He locates the white bottle of sunscreen lotion and squirts a hefty amount into his palms and rubs them together, before kneeling over your body. Each knee brackets your body and he hovers over your ass, swim bottoms exposing clefts of your lower cheeks. You can feel the way his knees tighten around you, hold you tighter.

The lotion is cold as he places his hands on you, rubbing small circles on your lower back and working his way upwards, ensuring the white cream is thoroughly blended into your smooth skin.

“Shit,” he murmurs as he caresses you. The skin of your body drives him crazy. You feel like silk and he wants to run his hands all over you. Both hands work eagerly now, no longer focused on the sunscreen and instead on the way your skin feels under his touch.

“You okay?” You ask coyly, turning your head towards the cherry-headed boy above you.

“Fucking tease.”

You stifle a laugh with your hand and wiggle your hips gently.

“You caught on quick.”

Jungkook grunts as his hands tug at your bikini bottoms, snapping the elastic against your skin.

“I could just pull these to the side,” he muses as his hand trails hot on your covered ass. “No one would even notice.”

You bite your lip as the fire within you roars to life. His hand slides down to the exposed skin your bottoms don’t cover, the cheeky globes tempting him to expose more.

“I could just fuck you right here.”

You chance a glance around you, noticing the upper deck of the ship you’re on is still deserted save for an old couple far on the other side.

Jungkook notices your glances and chuckles.

“You actually want that, don’t you?” He asks, tugging the fabric that covers your core to the side. “Little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

He exposes your pussy to the open air of the ship and you can feel the slight breeze that accompanies the heat of the summer sun.

“Kook,” you whine as your stomach tightens. You can feel him push it even further, exposing the lips of your cunt to anyone who walks by.

He grabs your hips and lifts slightly, stuffing the towel underneath you in a ball to elevate your hips permanently.

“Gonna fuck you right here,” he states as he unties the string of his shorts and pulls them down just enough to allow his cock freedom.

You can’t help but stare at the way he grips his length, stroking gently as he lets his eyes wash in the sight of your silken folds.

He releases his length to tease a finger at the slit, then pushes inside you fully with the digit.

“Wet already? Are you that excited at the idea of me taking you right here? Letting me fuck you stupid on the deck?” He smirks as he speaks and spears in another finger, dragging a quiet moan from your lips.

He scissors you apart and watches as you gasp for air, hands gripping the warm plastic of your lounge chair. Jungkook’s fingers feel so hot, so thick inside you.

Once he deems you satisfactory, he pulls from within you and smears the slick from his hands on to his cock.

“Mm,” he sighs as he pumps himself, head tilting back in pleasure. “You ready, baby?”

You nod quickly, hips elevated and pussy dripping in anticipation. Birds chirp over heard and you can hear the dull sounds of people around on the ship, and the crashing sounds of the waves hitting against it as it plows through the ocean.

“Shit, this is so hot,” he groans as he rubs the head of his cock against the slick folds he just exited moments before. “Can’t believe you’re letting me fuck you like this.”

“Please,” you whimper. “I need you so bad.”

Jungkook looks proud at your desperation and hisses as he pushes himself inside the scorching heat of your cunt.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he bottoms out. Your brain short circuits, only capable of thinking about Jungkook and the way his length stretches you open and feels like fucking heaven. His cock is sun-warned and he smells like sweat and coconut sunscreen.

“You’re so hot,” he grunts as he begins to pull his length out. He marvels at the way his cock shines with your slick arousal, before he pushes back in and groans at the sound of the wetness squelching with his thrusts.

“Fuck me hard, please,” you beg. Your voice is broken, needy and you’re desperate for him to move faster.

“As you wish,” he sighs as he sets a pace. He whines as your back arches and he takes the opportunity to grab a bunch of your hair and tug your head back.

“Look at you taking my cock right here,” he murmurs. “Naughty girl getting fucked for anyone to see.”

You keen at the feeling of pain at his grip on your hair, and it makes your eyes wide as you gasp for air.

He keeps going, pistoning his hips and watches as your ass bounces with each thrust. He can’t wait to fuck you again and again in the privacy of your cabin, so he can watch your tits bounce in his face. But he loves the exhibitionism of taking you here, hot cunt exposed to anyone who happens to walk by.

He can feel himself coming close to the end, balls tightening in anticipation. It’s the thrill and rush of being caught that spurs him closer and closer, and the sounds of your delicious squeaks and whines for more.

“You want to cum for me, baby? You want to cum so hard the whole ship knows how well I fuck you?” He asked as he increases his speed and lets go of your hair, opting to grip your hips with both hands. “Let everyone know, baby.”

Your eyes squeeze tight as the knot in your stomach pulls so tight until it snaps, cunt pulsing wildly around his cock and gripping him tight. It makes him gasp as you moan—body milking him for his own release.

“Shit, look at you getting my cock so fucking creamy,” he bites his lip as his length gathers your juicy finish, painting his whole cock white.

The final spasms of your pussy sends him reeling and he groans as he feels the pulses of hot cum pump out of him and fills you up. Your breathy moans quicken as you feel him empty himself inside you. You can’t catch your breath, over-exerted from the high of your orgasm catching you off guard.

Jungkook stills as he lets himself come down from bliss, before he gently pulls out of your spent hole.

“Oh shit,” he groans as he watches his cum trail out with him. He catches it with his fingers and pushes it back into you, causing you to squeak at the sensitivity.

“Let’s go back to the room,” he demands as he moves your bottoms to cover your cunt once more. “Keep it all in there and I’ll eat it out of you.”

You jump up and nearly spill his beer as he adjusts himself back into his shorts. You’re grabbing your things and Jungkook snorts a laugh.

“Shut up,” you pout. “Let’s go.”

You grab his hand and drag him off the deck and towards the hallway of rooms that leads to yours.

Jungkook smiles and stares at you, soaking in your tanned skin and messy hair from his grasp.

He definitely knows he won’t be able to stop staring any time soon—and he doesn’t think he wants to either.

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savagetrickster · 4 years ago

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Wet Dreams (NSFW) | BNHA

Whew, sorry for the delay! I had such a busy week I couldn’t fit in any time to write this. Thank you for your patience and enthusiasm for this one :D It’s like super late at where I am already and I only proofread this twice so there may be some errors here and there (I hope not)

*nervous laughter* I am scared tbh, of what you guys think about this.

Themes/warnings: 18+, aged-up, overstimulation, daddy kink, suggestive breeding kink

Over the two years to them now as students of Class 3-A, she had to say that dating Tenya Iida was...interesting.

Being the class president and who he was, he was someone who had a firm belief in reserving sex after marriage.

Reluctance was always his response before he loses control; something about seeing him trying to hold himself back was stirring.

Somehow whenever she managed to get him so worked up that he couldn’t resist, he was a beast.

One hell of a kinky beast. Who could leave her legs shaking, her eyes rolling back and her aching with trembles for more.

Even after being fucked so hard by him, she would find herself soaking wet the next time she saw him.

His thick thighs and the broad, meaty girth between them...it was like they were tattooed into her memories and her core.

Etched so well into her that her dreams were always hot and full of him.

That was how she woke up today.

The bedsheet under her was stained with her needs for him and the urge to get him to pound into her again, just like what she saw in her sleep.

The last time they did anything close to what she dreamt was months ago.

She couldn’t take it anymore. These dreams haunting her told her that.

The small vibrator stuffed inside her now paled in comparison to him, but that doesn’t mean it was useless.

A mischievous glint sat in her eyes as she approached him, delighted to find him sitting on the couch with eyes fixated on his phone, an arm hanging loosely on the armrest.

It was still early and being a Saturday, most of their classmates slept in, given by how empty the common areas were.

But of course, for Tenya, he would be up early regardless of the day.

“Morning, babe.”

In one swift motion, she slipped under the arm holding his phone to his face and straddled him.

Arms sliding over his broad shoulders, her chest was pressed up against his hard one while making sure her naked folds were right where she wanted to arouse with the powerful little device waiting inside.

“Good morning, (Name).” His chest rumbled to his distracted voice, a hand resting on her waist.

Clearly engrossed with whatever he was reading on his phone.

But that was okay-

A smirking glint entered her playful eyes.

-he wouldn’t be any longer.

Her thumb pushed into a button on the remote in her hand.

She forced back a moan the moment low vibration began to traverse through her heated core.

The muscles in her thighs clenched as she focused her weight on his crotch, waiting for his reaction with bated breath.

Much to her delight, she felt his body underneath hers jolt sharply with a startled gasp, his hand around her waist tightening.

The tension in his body fell as soon as her thumb pressed into the stop button.

Her lips pressed against his shoulder moved right next to his ear. “Did you feel that?”

“...Wha-What was that? His warm breath shuddered against her skin.

“That was-”

“Good morning, guys!”

Their heads turned and were greeted by Uraraka with Asui trailing behind.

“Good morning, Uraraka-chan! Asui-chan!”

Her thumb shifted away from the stop button.

“Morning Urara-”

A choked moan interrupted Tenya’s words as he was met with another set of vibrations.

She suppressed her urge to burst out laughing.

“What’s wrong, Tenya?” Feigned concern softened her face as she patted his back. “You okay?”

“I-I’m fine.” Tenya murmured through gritted teeth, his shaky hand left her waist to push his glasses up his nose.

“St-Stop...” He slipped a trembling whisper to (Name).

His eyebrows clenched to the delicious thrill of heat grinding against him, trying his best not to make any more sound.

“You’re probably coming down with a sore throat, Iida-chan.” Asui pressed a finger thoughtfully to her cheek.

“Yeah, he is probably coming down with something.”

Her thumb pressed into the button, sharply increasing the tremors between her legs.

A strained sound sitting between a hiss and grunt rushed into her ears immediately.

Her teeth bit down on her lips as she tried not to moan to the warmth prodding up against her, jammed right between her leaking slit.

“S-Shit…” Amusement curled her lips at the curse under his breath.

She loved it when he cursed - from the word out of his mouth to his erection poking her, she knew he was losing it.

She just needed something more.

“Don’t worry about Tenya,” She drew away from his shoulders, using her movement to roll her hips against him as she shifted to smile at the girls reassuringly, “He’ll be-”

It was fast and so abrupt.

A hasty mutter akin to ‘sorry we need to discuss something privately’ lingered with the girls in the gush of wind they left behind.

The nauseating discomfort brimmed in her chest at the frightening speed Tenya hurled them out of the lounge in as she clung tightly onto him.

In her next blink, they were in his room and Tenya was locking the door behind them.

“T-Tenya, I-”

She felt her next breath puff out of her as the dizzying speed of his strong arms plucked her off him. Her forearms were propped against his desk before she could get a grip on their situation.

Fingers curling around the remote he stole from her hands, his hands flew down to her hips in a bruising grip to pull her toward him, the zip of her dress went down and her ass shifted to stick out behind her.

A choked moan elicited out of her as his thick fingers shoved and dug into her folds in an almost urgent pace.

In the mix of the stirring heat rumbling with the vibrator and the strains his fingers made against her walls, her body shook with a searing pleasure.

Her hands struggled to slip the spaghetti straps off her shoulders but mustered through it anyway, her dress falling to the floor with a dull rustling thud.

She couldn't really tell how many fingers he stuffed into her but the daring drastic stretch was enough to make her toes curl up.

Adorned with a red flush flustered across her cheeks, her lips fell apart in a silent whimper as he prodded and stretched her.

The wet, lewd squelches responding to his burrowing fingers were too loud to fall past her notice, fanning her carnal needs even more.

Her arousal continued to pour over his plugged fingers, dripping down on the collected puddle between her legs.

"Ten...ya," a deep gulp went down her throat, "I need you to-"

"Tenya? Tenya?" His voice was low but edging with a dangerous tone.

The slap across her ass rang out with a harsh clap against her skin.

"I-I mean...Daddy." A helpless whimper left her as her eyebrows clenched at the stinging pain rippling across her butt cheek.

“At least you got that right,” his calm and even voice dipped almost menacingly, his hand flying to the buckle holding his pants, "After what you pulled just now, you think you deserve to demand your needs?”

“No, I’m-”

A sudden wider stretch made by the intrusion of another finger inside her drew a sharp cry out of her, the scissors movement invoking quivers down her legs.

Oh god, yes...this was the beast she was looking for. The absolutely sexy side of Tenya Iida only she had the privilege to see.

“I’m-I’m sorry,” Saliva trickled down to her chin as she panted harshly, mustering her words through the jolts of pleasure distracting her,

“I’ve been craving for you for months. So much that my nights were always filled with dreams of you fucking me. I need you, Daddy, please.”

His hard glint behind his glasses on her arched back softened slightly, shifting the crumpled jeans pooling at his feet aside.

“I see,” His working fingers paused against her walls. “so I’ve been neglecting you, huh.”

She nodded weakly.

The thrumming within her suddenly intensified, ripping her next breath out of her.

“But it would be a little too easy if I just gave it to you, wouldn’t it?”

Among her gasping whimpers, she heard a smirk in his voice.

“So share with me, what exactly did you dream?”

Strong vibrations rubbed thrilling shivers into her throbbing walls as his fingers slowly and elaborately retreated through her with the vibrator within their grasp.

“Of...Of me riding you.” She managed before gulping deeply.

“Is that all? His fingers paused to push the vibrator into her heated walls, spiking her whimpers with a choked cry. “Doesn’t seem like you need me that much.”

“N-No, not...not just that, y-you beat your cock so well into me that I always end up pregnant in those dreams and I’d always wake up wishing those were real.”

The juddering intensity inside her was retching trickles and trickles of her slick arousal out of her cunt, spilling over his fingers as her folds quivered along her trembling walls.

“An-And this is how much I need you.” A sob ripped through her panting words, “So...please, I need you to fuck me right now!”

Breathless sobs scattering into the room was joined by his strangled moan.

The vibrating device between his fingers ceased as his stunned gaze bore into her.

Behind his glasses, his widened eyes wavered as a trembling breath shuddered out of him.

Shit, she dreamt of...that?

The image of her rounded and swollen with his baby painted in his heated mind by her words jolted a rippling throb through his aching, bulging girth.

Provokingly arousing enough to ignite an explosive splutter of his pre-cum from his erection pressing against his boxers - too soaked to be a mere stain.

Tenya yanked the vibrator out of her in one move and flung it aside along with its controller-

the harsh curt jerk of his fingers from her clenching walls forced a surprised cry from her.

-before moving the same hand to tug his boxer down.

Splatters of his pre-cum landed on her accentuated butt cheeks as his cock sprang free.

His hand ran a testing stroke over his generous length as he planted himself right behind her sopping cunt, discarding his boxers behind him.

“Sorry love, I can’t make you a mother right now,”

Dark blue eyes glimmered with primal lust as he watched his hand run his hard cock through her dribbling slick fluid soaking her folds.

"But I've never wanted to fuck you more than I do now." His growl could be felt, reverberating to her as his cock prodded against her weeping cunt, ready to push himself in.

Her breath instantly hitching with a gasp as his swollen girth stretched her slit apart.

She knew what was coming, but there wasn’t enough time to prepare herself for it.

The tight muscles running down the back of his muscular thighs clenched as he thrusted his hip sharply forward, plunging through the thick coat of her arousal with an audible, slippery squelch.

Her tattered moan lingered behind his growling grunt, her eyes nearly rolling.

Oh fuck, he was so...huge.

“Always so...” A hiss sifted through his gritted teeth, his glasses slipping lower as he drew himself back to his tip, trying his hardest not to spill doing so. “...tight.”

Her shaking hands curling tightly against his desk as a drawling moan rode through her as the veins lining him dragged delicious frictions against her in his draw-back.

“Ye-yes...yes, just like this.” Her sighing words reducing into incoherent babble as she relished in the wide tug straining her overheating walls.

A rough shove back into her seared her vision momentarily with a startling flash of pleasure and forced a curt shriek through her mouth.

Whimpers and giddy moans stuttered out of her as she marvelled at the satisfying heat of pleasure his ramming pace set her in.

Her clothed breasts shook to every harsh snap of his hips. Her arched back was trembling to every rush of pleasure through her.

The firm muscles in his sculpted thighs right up to his taut ass rippled and clenched, announcing his hammering thrusts.

Before him, her wavering eyes staring in a daze at the neat row of books before her as her body jerked every time his cock rushed into her, prying her wide open over and over again.

“O-ohh daddy,” A pleading whine drawled sultry through her parted lips as lusty carnal desire burned into her clutching walls at every plunder.

Her mind was high, heated, and hazy with the alluring recollection of her dreams.

“I…” A deep hunger was gnawing and stirring within her. “I can’t wait for the day you could fill me up.”

A sharp exhale left his hasty expanding chest with a shuddering moan at her words. He could feel the building load in his cock straining tight inside her relentless squeezing walls.

“So-Someday,” His hands dug deeper into her hips as he mustered through his grunts. “I’ll be sure to do that.”

The ruts pummeling into her grew more passionate with speed and power as her needy moans and mewls drifting to his ears resonated with his own greedy ones.

Pushing his glasses up his nose with loud pants, Tenya reached a hand up her arched back and held her hair in a wrapping, firm grip.

Sweat crawled down the sides of his face as he smirked down at her. “And you’ll be calling me Daddy for real once I put a little Iida into you.”

Her walls clamped responsively around him.

The smirk on his face faltering instantly as a breathy groan rumbled in his chest to the merciless tight grip around his pumping cock.

Her delirious, sultry sigh fleeting into the lustful air curled a tighter coil in his cock.

Each time her walls gripped and squeezed him, his pulsing cock yearned for more and pushed him to slip an arm under her leg, hiking her up as his thrusts flashed fast inside her.

Sobbing moans tumbled through her as her body rocked against the desk.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m-”

In the dense heat, the rattling light slams against the wall behind his desk thudded fiercely almost in sync along with the furious, wet squelches between their vigorously shaking bodies.

“Ten...ya!”

Shattering blaze of pleasure shuddered through her fiercely convulsing walls as her mouth hung open in a silent scream at the shocking thrill flashing past her hastily blinking eyes.

With her electrifying release wreaking through her, her arms lost their strength to hold her up; in the movement, her face was inevitably pressed into his desk and her ass was pushed up even more snug against him.

A strained groan left him through his gritted teeth as his jaw clenched in his struggle against the ravenous grips her squeezing walls made.

Mustering through her urgent needs with a grunt, his hips continued snapping against her, his cock burrowing into her in a furious, frenzied pace.

Sweating broad back held in an arch, his taut thighs clenched and rippled furiously as he angled his hip with emphasis, pounding into her leaking slit with fervor in his thrusting slams and in his heated eyes.

Between his wild ruts, both hands held her firmly to him as he fought for his own release.

Even in the aftermath of her high, the bright flashes of pleasure searing her clenching walls wouldn’t stop.

Each wide, drastic stretch of her cervix was addictive and jolting enough to send her eyes nearly rolling back between his desperate thrusts.

Her mewls rose higher and raunchier to his elaborated, ambitious delves into her.

A harsh breath puffed out of his parted panting lips- “Fuck.”

-and with that, Tenya yanked himself out of her with one drawling, strangled grunt, in time to spurt white, rich cum over her.

She shuddered a gasping whimper as she felt his warm, slick load splatter and coat her behind.

Her own arousal was freed out of her clutching walls, dribbling in thick coats onto the floor as she turned around on shaking legs to wrap her arms around his waist.

“...Tha-Thank you, Tenya, I really needed this.”

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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His salvation

Note - for my love @evnscvll's 3k follower challenge. Congrats and i hope you like it.

Anon asked for "Mobster!steve making u dress in white lingerie specifically and act innocent so the purity of it is always a contrast to him and his gritty life whew it is hot in here"

Summary - You're Steves light. He can't let you go even if he knows he's bad for you.

Themes - mob au, smut, pwp, soft dark Steve, master/sir kink, dom/sub dynamics, cockwarming, slut shaming.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 2.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

Steve had always believed he was born in blood and darkness. Doomed to stay there forever. Forced to do things he didn’t want.

To have people expect the world from him. Put him up on a pedestal. Having to match their standards.

Maybe no one is truly forced to do anything. Maybe that’s a lie he told himself so he could sleep at night.

It didn’t really matter either way. His soul would forever be tainted. No matter how many times he washed them, his hands will always be dirty.

His father died when he was only 20. As sad as he was. He was free as well. He was almost happy. He thought he wouldn’t have to live under the mobsters tight fist anymore. That he could use his power and his name for some good.

But he was surrounded by cartels, gangs and bad men. Who he owed many things to, on his fathers behalf. He never did try to stop fighting to get out of the quicksand, which only made him sink further. Believing that there would always be a light at the end of the tunnel. That someday he'd get to be normal.

Turns out the light was you. He decided so as soon as he saw you. Who knew a sweet simple waitress would save him from himself.

You were all smiles and politeness as you took down his and his associates orders. He still remembers your smudged pink lipstick, your white apron.

He found out how innocent and pure you were when you finally gave in and let him take you out to dinner. He doubted you had ever done anything bad in your life.

He choked on his wine when you told him that you’re a virgin. He had his suspicions but he really couldn’t believe how no one had ever touched someone as beautiful as you and took your innocence away.

He was elated when you told him that you wanted him to be your first. That you couldn’t be with anyone but him. That he had ruined you for other men.

The first time with you was the greatest night of his life. The best sex he ever had. Who knew it'd be with a virgin?

You weren’t like most women. Flaunting around their assets, leaving nothing to the imagination.

No. You were real and honest. So responsive to his touch. Your moans didn’t sound rehearsed, as if something you copied from watching too much gratuitous pornography.

Your cunt was adorned with soft dark curls. Completely natural. Just the way he liked. He drank from you as if he hadn’t drank anything for years. Revelling in the way he made you feel so good that you cried real tears for him.

But loving you came with a price. He couldn’t help but feel terrified of just how intense his feelings were. Because he knew you deserved the whole world. You deserved to be happy.

Because he knew he wasn’t the best for you. It wouldn’t be too long before you found out what he did for a living.

If you wanted to leave it would be understandable. But would he let you? He didn’t know.

He walked into your shared bedroom when you didn’t greet him at the door, he assumed you’d be asleep. But here you were putting on some sort of concoction on your face.

He put the little gift he got you aside and sneaked up behind you.

“Boo!” He screamed in your ear and chuckled at the startled noise you made.

You frowned as you spilled the multani clay all over your lap. All thanks to your man. You looked at him over your shoulder. Your frown creasing the drying clay on your face. “Thanks a lot.” You stood up removing your soiled robe.

His smile left his face as he delivered a harsh smack on your behind. You yelped and landed your palms down on your dressing table to support your weight.

He leaned in close to whisper in your ear. “What have we said about sassing me my dear?” He whispered lowly, caressing your bum before smacking it again.

“Only bad girls talk back.” You whimpered tears spilling from your eyes. “I’m sorry sir. I didn’t mean to.” You sobbed as he kept delivering sharp smacks to both your cheeks. Disappointed that you let him down, feeling the sharp pain in your ass, humiliated at the wetness pooling between your legs.

He sneaked a hand up your nightgown and past your panties. Pressing a thumb against your second hole. One he hadn’t had the opportunity to fuck yet. “Maybe I should some pay attention here as well.” He suggested pressing his thumb inside you.

“Whatever you want sir. I’ll do anything for you.” You breathed out as you felt him push two of his fingers in your heat. Working both your holes expertly. Almost tipping you over the edge.

You would be embarrassed of just how he could play with you so well that he had you cuming in mere minutes. But right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Too lost in the glorious pleasure. You had missed him terribly for the last few days. You couldn’t even touch yourself to relieve your aching pussy. It was against the rules laid out by Steve.

He pulled his fingers out of you all too soon as you whimpered at the loss. More tears escaping your eyes wetting the clay you had put on.

He delivered another sharp slap to your upper thigh. “Stop it. You know bad girls don’t get to cum.” He chastised your insolent behavior. He wanted to feel you gush around his fingers, but he couldn’t have you thinking you could speak to him however you liked.

To be so arrogant and bratty was unbecoming of you and he wasn’t having any of it. “It’s your own fault. You ruined it for both of us.” He said sternly as he moved you around to make you look at him.

His heart melted, all his anger fading away at the defeated and sad look on your face. “What’s this on your face?” He frowned at your brown face pack. Restricting him from seeing your face.

“It’s supposed to be good for your skin. I was just getting ready for our anniversary tomorrow.” You looked down shyly averting his eyes “I wanted to look pretty for you sir.” You mumbled.

You were too good to be true. So kind and considerate to him when he had just been so cruel and malicious to you. He supposed the stark contrast was only one of the million things he loved about you and your relationship.

He hummed at. Almost dropping to his knees then and there to finish you off with his mouth. But he had other plans for tonight.

He pushed his wet middle and forefinger, which were deep inside your cunt just a few seconds ago, against your lips. “You know what to do princess.” He instructed as you them in your mouth, suckling on them to clean them up.

He could hardly hold on. Just imagining your warm wet mouth around his cock had him almost cuming in his pants.

“Wash it off doll. You don’t need it. If you become anymore beautiful I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” He growled gripping your hips, perhaps a bit too harshly, grinding his hardness against your core.

You let out another pathetic whimper and gave him a small nod, complying instantly like you always do, walking towards the bathroom.

“Wait” He called out stopping you in your tracks. He handed you the paper bag. “Put that on.” He instructed.

“What is it?” You curiously peeked inside the bag.

“It’s your anniversary gift doll. Now go put it on.” He said growing more and more impatient by the minute. You hurried off into the bathroom. It was really more of a gift for him than you. But he had bought you some diamonds and pretty purses. He didn’t feel that guilty.

If he did have any semblance of guilt, it instantly faded away as he laid his eyes on you. Wearing the white satin baby doll he had picked out, with white lace on the edge of it. It ended just below your ass, giving him a generous view of your thick thighs and legs.

“Come here dove.” He extended an arm to you as you lingered at the bathroom door. Playing with the lace of your new nightie.

You gulped down and walked to him and stood in front of him. “Uh sir...” You trailed off as you couldn’t gather enough courage, not being able to concentrate with his large hands roaming freely on your body.

“What dove?” He asked feeling your ass over the smooth material.

“It – didn’t have any panties. Did they fall somewhere or something?” You stammered so embarrassed that you felt you’d cry.

You trusted Steve with your life but you couldn’t help the but feel exposed and embarrassed whenever his hungry eyes feasted upon you when you were naked. You had never put on any kind of lingerie for him before. Steve never seemed to mind your simple bras or comfortable granny panties. This was so new and scary for you. But at the same time oh so exciting.

“It did come with panties. But satin isn’t supposed to be good for you dove.” He explained. “I prefer you this way. It gives me free reign to do whatever I want with you.” He slipped a hand between your legs and caressed the inside of your thighs.

“At the end of the day. You are mine.” He pulled his hand away and jutted your chin up to make you look at him. “Now don’t you think you should apologize for being so rude to your master?” He asked and you nodded eagerly. “Get to work then. If you do a good job maybe I’ll go easy on you.” He said pushing on your shoulders to make you kneel in front of him.

Your shaky fingers worked to undo his zipper and pulling him out of his underwear. You gasped as his cockhead slapped your face before standing tall against his lower abdomen.

You licked your hand wrapping it around his thick length. You stroked him slowly watching in awe as beads of white cream oozed from his tip.

“You can do better than that.” He groaned nudging his cock against your lips and slowly pushing it in. He grunted at your warmth and wetness as he bottomed out, touching the back of your throat. Smirking as you gagged around him.

He looked down at you. Wishing he could rip out his phone and capture the image forever. You on your knees, looking up at him adoringly as if he’s your whole world, your mouth stretched wide as he fucked it. He was living the dream.

He grabbed a hold of your head with both his hands and hastily pushed and pulled out of your mouth. You cupped his balls and played with them, just as he had taught you.

He pulled you off of him. You looked up at him scared that he was still mad with you. “Aw don’t look so disappointed.” He cooed smoothening his hand over your hair “Need to cum in your cunt.” He rasped. “I’ll let you swallow it later dove. I plan to go all night.” He smirked as your eyes widened. Probably worried about how you could keep up with him. He did love testing you.

He impatiently manhandled you and dropped you on the bed. Making quick work of taking off his shirt and pants. He settled between your legs wrapping them around his waist. He wanted to taste you. To get lost between your legs. But he’d save that for later as well.

You bit his shoulder as he entered you. Still not used to his length. Your cunt burning in the best way at the hard and warm weight of him.

“Oh Steve...” You chanted his name and then a series of ‘oh my goodness' as he fucked into you, the sounds of his balls slapping your cunt so purely sinful. He didn’t mind you saying his given name while so delirious with pleasure. It was the only thing he was willing to look past.

He was almost there. Going days without you had only served to feed his hunger for you. But he held off. He wanted to see you finish first.

You looked so gorgeous, completely fucked out under him. Your breasts bouncing under the thin satin as he pounded into you. He lifted your hips and gave a particularly harsh thrust to strike your special spot.

From the way you screamed at the top of your lungs he knew he found it.

Being the sweet angel that you are, you had always been shy about the loud noises you made whenever he had his way with you. Even tried to stifle them. As if he would let you hide such beautiful sounds. He made sure to teach you that you could be yourself, as wild as you wished to be, in the bed you both shared.

When he felt your tight channel clenching around him, now he was the one who couldn’t keep from screaming. He spilled deep inside you rolling his hips to tease your clit.

He pulled your thigh over his hips, snuggling against your back. Gently palming and feeling your breasts and rolling his hips again to settle his soft cock in you in the right angle, to make sure he his seed stayed inside you. So he could be as close to you as he can. Feeling you, smelling you all around him.

You were his and he was yours. He would never let anyone or anything change that.

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