#while his nose is dripping whole body is shivering

[miloicy]

happy (belated) sebek day

silly comic for the silly boy

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Hey there! Hope you’re doing well! I was hoping you’d do a Tyler Owens anything based off of “wear the hat, ride the cowboy”?

Ofcourse my dear <3. I haven’t written smut in a while, I’m sorry if this looks rusty.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x reader

Word count: 0.9k

CW: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, f receiving, masturbation? Overstim, cowboy hats. Not proofread.

Calloused hands grip your waist, keeping you steady on his chest, your legs on either side of him. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself from the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Are you-“

“Yes, darlin’, I’m fine with this.”

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your abdomen, lingering before trailing his lips down, and down before he’s met with the plush flesh of your cunt. He places the hat from earlier on your head. You’re in nothing but a shirt of his and the cowboy hat now on your head.

“Take care of that for me?”

And all you can do is nod while his hands shift from your waist to the curve of your ass, pushing you forward, separating your legs just enough so you’re right above his face, your cunt on full display for him. His hot breath sends shivers up your spine as he reaches for your clit, giving it a few licks that has your head spinning.

“Tyler”

He feels the tension leave your body as he eats you out, lapping at your juices like a man starved. His tongue darting in and out of you at a steady pace, your hips pushing into his face as you try not to crush him- he could tell you were holding back from fully sitting on him. So, he brought one his hands down from your hips and down to you entrance, pushing a finger in, slowly then going back in but with two.

That surprises you, letting out an almost pornographic moan at the act. Your hands grab onto the headboard in front of you, hips now pressed flush to Tyler’s mouth. He lets out a groan, feeling you comply let go as your cunt spasms around his thrusting fingers.

“That’s it, baby, jus’ like that,”

Your name falls off his lips as he worships the most intimate parts of your body, swallowing you whole and leaving you with nothing but shaking legs and a numb brain. His name repeats in your head, all you can feel is him. In your bones, in your blood, in you.

He’s no better than you right now, palming his cock through his boxers, the hard on leaking on his happy trail, covering the hair in a layer of his pre cum. He’s drunk on you, on the thought of making you fall apart just by his mouth alone, having you ride him.

“Tyler, fuckkk-“ god do you understand what you do him when you say his name like that?

“That’s it, cowboy- fuck- I’m close”

He can tell you’re close, the nickname has his cock twitching as you ride his face, his fingers still at play, his mouth teasing circles at your clit, occasionally bumping into his nose which makes you let out a small please.

He knows you’re close, and to be honest he is too, he’s barely touched himself but he knows that if he strokes himself even twice and watch you fall apart on his face, he’ll release right then and there.

And he does, a devious suck on your clit and his fingers reaching that one spot in you and you’re spasming, your throat sore but still managing to get out something between a gasp and a moan of his name. White clouds your vision as he drinks up your juices, hearing the squelch of your pussy around his fingers sending you over the edge of your orgasm.

It’s addictive the way you’re blabbering absolute nonsense, feeling the way his tongue flicks just lightly at your entrance and he knows you’re a goner when a second wave comes crashing down on you, the overstimulation making it even harder for you to see, all you can do is feel. Feel him. All over you.

“Jesus, fuck” he curses, you’re making a mess, still not done with your orgasm as your pussy squeezes out more and more into his mouth. He laps it all up though. Chin and neck wet from it as the rest drips down your thighs and onto the pillow where your knees rested.

He gives you a minute, to adjust and realise what just happened. And when you do, you’re looking down at his glistening face, the lower half of his face covered in you. A sheer glow covers his chin, droplets dripping down his neck but he doesn’t seem to care because he’s looking- no staring intently at your heaving chest and flushed cheeks and blown wide eyes.

God you looked ethereal from this angle.

And you’re a bit embarrassed to admit it, but he looks so hot like that, hazy green eyes blown out as he looks at you like you’ve just hung the fucking stars. You feel hear rushing to your cheeks as you look at the mess you’ve made. But that’s not even the best part because when you feel a slight wetness on your lower back, a very messy cock of Tyler Owen’s blesses your eyes, his happy trail and stomach covered in thick white cum and a swollen cock that was still throbbing as Tyler analysed the sight you were. R

“Hey there, cowboy.” Is all you can manage to say, with a sweet smile, your hand reaching down to wipe some of the wetness off his face before he flips you both. The hat now discarded on the other side of the bed. Crawling up to meet your lips with his. He swallow your moan, satisfied with the slightly bittersweet taste of you and your mouth.

You both come apart with a thin string of saliva connecting you, your hand finds its way into his hair, the other palming at his still hardened cock.

“Think you can do that again for me, cowgirl? When I’m inside ya?”

A/n; I kinda missed writing smut, but hey! We’re back in business soooo. Let me know what you guys thought of this. Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[mysicklove]

cw: sub! megumi, dom! gn! reader, overstimulation, handjobs (as always), dacryphilia, slight sadism in reader, slight masochism in megumi? teasing, "good boy" used once.

wc: 1.3k

a/n: i have been recently hating my writing style guys what do I do </3 also I did this instead of hw so tonight is gonna suck.

“waitwaitwaitwait!” megumi mumbles into your neck for the third time this night. you feel another round of tears drip onto your collarbone, and shaky hands grip your t-shirt in a plea. he was naked — his pale skin seeming to flush a shade of red, and his spine was curved as he caved in over himself.

your thumb circles around the tip, teasing it until you watch another glob of precum bead at his slit. you crane your neck to look at him, using your free hand to tilt his chin up to press a small kiss to his lips. “doing so good,” you mumble into his mouth, and he lets out a broken sob, “staying still and taking it. we don’t need any rope today.”

his whole body feels to be on fire, and with every stroke of your hand, a whole new wave of overstimulation forces another shiver. the boy's mouth hangs open, lip glistening from a mix of saliva from your mouth and tears. “you’re so mean to me."

“poor thing,” you coo, knowing that you aren't going to do anything about his complaint. instead, you use your thumb to brush away some tears. he sniffles at you, nodding his head to hopefully coax some more praise. but your mind travels back to your movements, your wrists twisting back and forth as you focus on the red tip. “but you look so cute like this, i can’t help it, y’know that.”

his head falls back onto your shoulder, and immediately, he plants kisses on your neck, nibbling at the skin to try and distract himself. the top of his dark hair was matted with sweat, but the tips of it tickled your collarbone. you use your thumb to rub at his cheek as you continue to stroke him off, ignoring his sporadic jerks of pain. “can you cum again? just one more time, for me?”

the noise megumi lets out is meek, pathetic even, and he shakes his head into your chest. he has begun to hiccup from the intensity of his sobs, and his hand hasn't moved from gripping fiercely at your shirt. "last one," he breathes, rubbing his nose into your skin, "p-promise its the last one!"

you grab his face again with one hand and begin to pepper it with kisses, successfully wiping away more tears as he whines with shut eyes. his eyelashes are globbed together, and when he opens them again, he narrows them at you, slightly peeved and scared at your lack of response. "promise," he manages to get out before he bites his lip from you rubbing your pointer finger over his slit.

"fine, fine, I promise," you concede, and your hand stops teasing him, instead fully pumping him from base to tip. the act makes his thighs tremble, and you push them slightly more apart to give you easier access. the redness of his cock contrasts his pale skin adorably, and you can't help you're staring as he continues to leak.

"it hurts," he whimpers, mostly to himself, because all he can think about is how overwhelmed he feels. his thoughts are spinning, and even just the slightest touches on other parts of his body seem to startle him due to him focusing his entire attention on trying not to rip your hand off of his cock.

you don't pay attention to the whine, instead just pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, nibbling gently at the flesh while he sniffles. but, even with all the complaints and whines he was letting out, you've noticed that his hips have begun to buck back into your hand, only making the lewd noise louder. he tries to pretend that it was you who was torturing him, but his movements were of his own free will.

"you like it now?"

"no!" he says much too quickly, flashing you panicked eyes. "i-i just. 's not my fault!" at this point, you have fully stopped your movements just to watch in admiration of the boy. he was desperate in his movements, and with each thrust of his hips into the makeshift hole a coo leaves your mouth.

"aw, look, now you're getting excited. do you want to cum, megumi?" you purr, brushing his bangs back while twisting your other wrist. his eyes roll back, and his mouth remains open as he lets out quick, short breaths. now, his noises consisted more of moans rather than pained whimpers as he started to chase his high.

"n-no—yes. fuck I-" is all he manages to get out before your mouth is pressed onto his. but he pulls away only five seconds later due to his rapid heartbeat and the need for oxygen to keep up with it. you just chuckle at him and increase your speed, eyes flickering from the sight between his legs and his flushed face.

his thighs begin to squeeze shut, and his moans begin to increase in pitch, a telltale sign that he is teetering near his high. you chuckle at him when he begins to latch onto your neck, planting sloppy kisses to whatever surface he can. "are you close?"

he doesnt even attempt to speak, instead just nodding his head lazily. the act makes you roll your eyes and squeeze just a tad too hard on his dick in warning. he lets out a squeak at the feeling, and this time he does speak up. "yeah. yes. yes. c-close."

you pet his head, satisfied with his answer. "good boy. you can cum, alright?"

another set of tears pools in his eyes, and this time you cock your head to the side. "why are you crying 'gumi? I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?"

"no," he sniffles, "sorry d-dont stop. feels good, don't know why I'm crying. just don't stop!"

"relax. relax. I'm not," you reassure, kissing his face again. "you're lucky you are so cute, with all your demands."

he ignores you like he usually does when you tease him, but you are unsure if it is because he is being his usual self or because he is lost in pleasure.

seconds later, his hands grab at your shoulder, and he goes silent for a breath. then, just as the first rope shoots out, he cries, "cuming! of fuck. fuck!"

your lover's entire body quivers, and his mouth latches into your skin as the first wave washes over him. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open with a silent scream. more tears come tumbling down his face, and you watch as the most pathetic amount of cum tonight comes dribbling out. it slides down his flushed cock and mixes with the movements of your hands.

eventually, when he comes down from his high and feels the stinging lick of overstimulation once again, he immediately forces your hand off, pinning the white-stained limb to the ground with frantic eyes. then he turns to you, even with his body jerking every couple of seconds from the aftershock, and glares at you — it doesn't hold much effect, considering his cheeks were flushed red and eyelashes were wet with tears, but it was cute nonetheless. "no. more."

you grin at the demand and use your clean hand to ruffle his hair. "your wish is my command, princess."

he narrows his eyes at the nickname, and the man tears himself from your arms. "I am going to shower," he mumbles before using all of his strength to stand up. he takes a step forward, and immediately he comes tumbling down.

megumi pretends he doesn't see the way his legs are trembling, but you see the way his ear twinged red in humiliation. you, of course, use it to your advantage. "need a little help there, Bambi?"

"you're not allowed to touch me for a week," he grumbles but grabs onto your arm and lets himself be left to the bathroom. it was an empty threat, as they usually are.

[milla-frenchy]

The nap

0k8 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist

Summary: you wake up after a nap, and use Joel to get off Warnings: 18+ mdni. Established relationship, somnophilia, dirty talk, piv, creampie

a/n: same couple: 5 days collection, but can be read alone I had another fic in mind for them, but here we go Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕😘 and @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

You woke up in the afternoon after a nap. Joel's cock was still inside you after he fucked you thoroughly, lying against your back, breathing and covering your skin with kisses. And you both fell asleep.

When you moved slowly, his cock twitched inside you, and grew slightly. Slick ran down between your thighs, as you felt him swell against your walls. Slowly, you moved back and forth to feel his shaft harden. It throbed, taking its natural place between your folds. Gradually filling your pussy.

It felt good and so hot, that effect you had on him. To take advantage of him.

Joel had fucked you in your sleep countless times. But for some reason, you never used him while he was asleep. You knew he’d love it.

Your wetness was now covering his cock, the heat from his chest warming your bare back. You kept moving, slowly, very gently, so as not to wake him. You felt his cum dripping down to your thigh. A moan escaped your lips and you stopped for a few moments.

Feeling him grow inside you as he was sleeping made you shiver, and you held yourself back from fucking yourself harder on his shaft. To give your pussy what it was begging for. You breathed slowly to calm the fire, the desire and the need inside you, before resuming the roll of your hips. He was fully hard now, his shaft tight between your soaked walls.

“Can’t get enough of that cock, mmm, sweetheart?”

You stopped when you heard him, wondering how long he had been awake.

“Don't stop,” he said in a firm voice. “You wanna fuck me, baby? Come on then, fuck me.”

A new moan escaped your lips and you started sliding down his cock again. Harder. Your fist that had been clenched against the pillow released it, and your hand slid down to your crotch. Until he firmly grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t. You’re gonna come on my cock, without touching yourself.”

“Joel! Please, I don’t know if I can...”

“Keep moving, baby. Let your pussy feel it. She knows what to do.”

He pinned your wrist against your lower back and pulled away slightly to watch his cock disappear into your pussy. It was glistening, soaked with his cum and your arousal.

“God, you’re beautiful. It’s so hot, to watch you use me to get off.”

You whimpered, gliding on his shaft, listening to your sensations.

“Yeah, just like that. Use me, baby. Use my cock.”

He pressed his chest against you, and kept your wrist between you two. Feeling his whole body against yours always intoxicated you, and your pussy squeezed his shaft.

“She wants to come, sweetheart, I can feel it. Always so fucking needy.”

He growled. His nose was pressed to your ear and you could hear his heavy breathing, even if he was trying to calm it down.

Seized by a sudden impatience, as if it forced itself upon him, he thrust all the way in and pressed his pelvis against your ass, before letting you control the pace again. His cock was brushing against your g spot with each of your thrusts.

“Shit. That's good, baby. It turns me on to see you fuck yourself on my shaft. Couldn’t wait uh? No matter how many times I fuck you, you always want me in your cunt.”

“Yeah… yeah. Always need to feel your fat cock filling me.”

“Yeah? Until you come on it and milk it. She's gonna come soon, baby. She's screaming for it. You feel it coming?” He nibbled at your shoulder, making you whine, and his hand tightened on your wrist.

“Yeah, I… Fuck, Joel… I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.”

“I know, sweetheart. Come on, soak me. I want you to drool on my cock and balls. Come on, baby.” 

His words were the last thing you needed to come and your pussy clenched on his shaft. He kissed your neck as chills ran through your body, before trailing the kisses down your skin to your shoulder blade, his soft mustache making you shiver.

“Fuck, yeah… Always such a good girl for me. Don't stop moving, sweetheart. Keep fucking me until you dry my balls.”

You kept moving and his breathing quickened again. He let go of your wrist and gripped your hips.

“Shit. I need to fuck you. Can I fuck you, baby? Hard?”

“Yeah, use me, Joel. Take what you need.”

“Fuck…”

His fingers dug into your flesh as yours gripped the sheets. He began thrusting in, fucking your pussy with hard, deep strokes. Then faster, chasing his orgasm, growling, his nose brushing your back. His hand squeezed the back of your neck and used it as leverage, while the other was still holding onto your hip. Your moans grew louder, slowly turning into groans.

“Gonna fill you up”, he growled. “Oh fuck… fuck!” he grunted, as his cum started filling the depths of your pussy. He didn't release you until both of you caught your breath.

“Jesus, sweetheart… can’t believe you never used me like that before. Need you to do this again, as many times as you want.“

Same couple: 5 days collection

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Kinktober - Day 12

12th — face sitting, Lewis Hamilton

The previous day I The next day I Kinktober masterlist I Main list

A/n: I know I'm a little bit behind the schedule but I promise you I will finish the whole kinktober list, just not fully in October.

“I’m not sure, honey,” you said with a hesitant voice, standing beside the bed where he lay. 

“What’s wrong, sweets? You know I have eaten you out multiple times before, this is no different.” he said, reaching over to stroke your leg with the back of his hand.

"This is different" you protested, arms folding over your chest. "I'd be hovering over you, that's not going to be a pretty sight. And what if I hurt you?"

Quicker than you could process, his arm moved to grasp your waist and he pulled you to him. You squealed as you fell into his lap, hands landing on his chest to save yourself somehow. With you on his lap, his hand moved to trace over the expanse of your body, gently squeezing your curves with a quiet moan.

"Not a pretty sight?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "Baby, have you seen yourself? You're gorgeous and stunning. Look at you. These breasts," his hand traced the underside of your left boob before slipping up to pinch the nipple, receiving a small gasp from you. "This tummy of yours?" he stroked the soft fat of your belly, "I love it." When your lips opened to protest, he quickly continued,

"Means I'm keeping my girl well looked after, means you're happy. And these thighs, these stretch marks? I love them. God, I love all of you. I want you all the time, but I also just want to stare at you too because damn, Y/N, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."

Smiling warmly, he cupped your face in his hands, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. 

“Always remember how amazing you are, okay? I want you to see yourself through my eyes strong, sexy, and utterly captivating.” His thumbs brushed over your cheeks, wiping away any lingering doubt. 

“Now, about that face-sitting thing... Are you ready to give me a show, sweetheart?” With a playful grin, Lewis guided you onto his face once more, his nose nuzzling your slick folds as you settled into position. 

As soon as you sat down on his face, Lewis let out a deep groan against your pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. He gripped your hips firmly, pulling you down harder onto his mouth while his tongue delved between your folds, lapping at your clit with enthusiasm.

"Mmm, fuck yeah, ride my face baby," he mumbled against your heat, his words dripping with desire. One hand slid up your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh as he spread your legs wider apart, giving himself better access to your dripping core.

His other hand reached up to tweak and roll your nipples between his fingers, tugging lightly until they stood hard and aching. The dual sensations of his skilled mouth and nimble fingers drove you wild, making it impossible to hold back the moans that spilled from your lips.

"You taste so good, sweetheart,"

As you began grinding down on his face, Lewis let out an approving grunt, his hands gripping your ass tightly. He feasted on your pussy like a man starved, his tongue delving deep inside you, swirling around your walls and flicking over your sensitive spots.

The obscene slurping sounds filled the room as he ate you out with gusto, relishing every drop of your sweet nectar. His nose rubbed against your clit with each thrust of his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already," he growled against your folds, the vibrations adding to the intense sensations. "Ride my face harder, baby. Let me feel that tight little cunt squeezing my tongue."

Lewis's dirty talk only fueled your arousal, pushing you closer to the edge. Your hips rocked faster, grinding your soaked pussy against his eager mouth as he devoured you like a man possessed.

"Oh god, yes! Just like that!" you cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair and holding him in place. His tongue delved deeper, hitting that special spot inside you that made your toes curl.

He responded with a muffled moan, the sound vibrating deliciously against your throbbing clit. Two fingers joined his tongue, pumping in and out of your tight channel as he worked you towards climax.

"That's it, sweetheart. Come for me. Soak my face with your juices," he urged, doubling his efforts. His fingers curled just right, rubbing against that sensitive bundle of nerves as his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit.

"Ah, shit, yes! Rub that pretty face all over my stubble," Lewis grunted, his breath hot against your sex as he spoke. His facial hair rasped against your delicate skin, leaving a tingling trail of sensation wherever you ground against him.

With a particularly firm thrust of his tongue, he pushed you over the brink. Your inner muscles clamped down on his probing digits as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave.

"Fuck, Y/N! Yes, come on my face!" Lewis cheered, lapping up your release with unbridled enthusiasm. He sucked your clit into his mouth, nibbling gently as he prolonged your pleasure, milking every last tremor from your quivering body.

As your orgasm subsided, Lewis slowly released your twitching pussy from his greedy mouth, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. He gazed up at you with lust-darkened eyes, his face glistening with your essence.

"Damn, that was incredible," he purred, giving your sensitive folds a gentle kiss. "You always look so beautiful when you come undone for me."

He helped you stand, steadying you as your shaky legs found purchase on the floor. Lewis leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, sharing the taste of your arousal with you.

When he finally broke the kiss, he grinned mischievously. "Now, how about we flip the script and see how you like being on top?"

Just as Lewis was suggesting you take control, the door burst open and Roscoe, his energetic bulldog, bounded into the room, tail wagging wildly. The sudden interruption caused you both to jump, breaking the intimate moment.

Roscoe, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he just crashed a private encounter, trotted over to Lewis and nudged his hand with his snout, whining for attention. Lewis chuckled, scratching the dog behind the ears.

"Well, looks like someone wants in on the action," he joked, glancing up at you with a playful grin. "Guess we'll have to continue this later, sweetheart."

He gave your rear a light squeeze before turning his focus to his excited pup, showering Roscoe with affection. You couldn't help but laugh at the scene, feeling a warmth in your chest at the sight of Lewis with his beloved dog.

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I WANT DADDY HOSHINA PT 2 ajsnusbssu THAT WAS SO HOT!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 wanna see how he react if his baby mama disobeyed him and went on a simple mission behind his back NAUSNSUSNUSNSHSS

tempest // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ overprotective!hoshina, morning sex, mentioned somnophilia, daddy kink, dirty talking, he’s sorta misogynistic, lactation kink, riding, spanking, one clit slap, nipple play, biting/marking

wc ⇢ 6k

a/n: he’s our hubby in this one 🤭 this one can be read separately from the other one btw

Hoshina’s breath escaped in a low, guttural groan as he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside your pussy with one punishing thrust. From between your splayed thighs, you whimpered out a breathless mewl of pleasure, back arching wantonly off the tousled sheets.

"That's it, kitten...let Daddy hear how good he's fillin' up that greedy little cunt," he growled against the thundering pulse in your neck, the rough timbre vibrating straight down to your core. Teeth grazed your oversensitized skin as his palm smoothed over the swell of your abdomen possessively. "Such a gorgeous mama takin' my cock like you were made for it..."

Sparks of electric heat lanced through your nerves at his crude words, stoking the smoldering coals of desire raging within. You trailed one hand down the ridged planes of his abdomen, fingernails raking through the thatch of dark curls before shamelessly cupping the heavy sac grinding against your aching folds.

"Please, Soshiro...need you so deep," you rasped out, intentionally using his name rather than 'Daddy' if only to stoke his simmering dominance. Sure enough, you felt his powerful body go rigid above you, muscles coiled taut as bowstrings.

Then his eyes locked onto yours in a molten glare of reprimand, swallowing you whole in their depths. "What did ya just call me, wife?" he bit out in a tone laced with dark promise.

Meeting his smoldering stare boldly, you licked your lips in a slow, taunting sweep. "Soshiro," you repeated breathlessly. "I want Soshiro to fuck me harder and fill me up again..."

With a savage growl low in his throat, Hoshina shifted his weight onto one thick forearm, looming over you like an unstoppable force of nature. His free hand snaked up to fist in your hair, wrenching your head back to expose the slender column of your throat as he unleashed a series of punishing, piston-sharp thrusts that drove the air from your lungs.

"Ya want yer husband, huh?" he snarled against your gasping lips. "Then take what's yers like the greedy bitch ya are, wife..."

Afterwards, you lay draped against the broad expanse of Hoshina’s chest in a sweaty, sated heap as he lazily traced indolent patterns across your lower back. Every nerve in your body still thrummed with echoing sparks of residual pleasure...and something deeper, almost primal.

"I love watchin' ya swell up ripe and flushed just f'me," Hoshina rumbled out after a time, his fingertips drifting lower to ghost across the taut mound of your abdomen. "Can't decide if ya look more delicious dripping with my cum or fattenin' up with my kid rooting inside."

You shivered lightly at his carnal praise, feeling a molten curl of heat unfurling low in your belly despite your recent vigorous activities. As if sensing this, Hoshina let out a husky chuckle that vibrated straight through your lax frame.

"Insatiable little thing, aren't ya?" he purred against your temple, nosing the damp strands away from your face. "Well soak it in while ya can, mama. Once that belly really starts swelling up, ya won't be leavin' this bed until our brat decides to make their debut and I can start puttin' another bun in yer oven."

Drawing back far enough to catch your eye, he fixed you with a hard look of resolve that brooked no opposition. "I mean it, baby girl. For the remainder of this pregnancy, you're confined to quarters until the medics clear you for activity again. No missions, no training exercises...nothing that could jeopardize you or our child in any capacity. Are we crystal on that?"

You felt your breath hitch faintly, heart rate ticking upwards at his stern edict. Some deeply entrenched part of you instinctively bridled against any cage, even one meant for your own protection. Even as a deeper, rawer undercurrent of your subconscious thrilled at Hoshina’s implacable resolve to keep you safe and sheltered, untarnished by the harsh universe beyond your walls.

Still, you couldn't quite muster the will to argue just then. Not when you could all but taste his commanding presence, authority bleeding from every solid inch of his frame. Not when you were still buzzing from your joint pleasure and the hazy aftermath of orgasmic bliss.

So rather than speak defiance into creation, you simply nestled deeper into Hoshina’s embrace and focused on regaining your scattered wits. Soon you would need to make your excuses and slip away before his watchful gaze unmasked your subterfuge.

Hoshina’s boots rang out in a crisp staccato against the decking as he made his way back to your shared quarters, the familiar route ingrained into his muscle memory. After spending most of the day hunched over requisitions and other bureaucratic busywork, he was ready for a reprieve. More importantly, he was eager to find you exactly where he'd left you that morning - tousled and sated amidst their disheveled sheets.

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as Hoshina’s thoughts drifted to your earlier "conversation" before the daily grind encroached. He could vividly recall the way you trembled and mewled beneath his bulk, back arched in a perfect bow as he rutted into your velvet depths with punishing rolls of his hips. The desperate keen that spilled from your lips when he thumbed your swollen clit in tight, merciless circles until you seized up with a silent scream of rapture...

Hoshina felt himself growing half-hard just from the vivid recollection, arousal smoldering low in his abdomen. Perhaps once he reached your room, he would simply shuck off his clothes and slide up behind you while you were still drowsy from napping. Let you wake up by his fat cock, already sheathed to the hilt and ready to pick up where you'd left off.

His smirk stretched into a lascivious grin at the thought of your drowsy whimpers gradually giving way to breathless sobs of pleasure as he plunged into your syrupy tightness again and again. Hoshina couldn't quite resist palming the prominent bulge rapidly tenting the front of his fatigues, imagining it was your slick grip rather than his own calloused palm.

Yes, the sooner he reached your room, the sooner he could go about thoroughly reacquainting himself with your lush, ripening form splayed out and waiting just for him...

Unfortunately, when Hoshina finally reached your door and it slid open with a pneumatic hiss, he was greeted not by the sight of you languidly draped across their bed....but an empty, undisturbed space with no signs of life at all.

He felt his brows furrowing slightly as he stepped across the threshold, gaze raking across the vacant room as if searching for any clues that might explain your mysterious absence. The crisp military corners on the bed spoke of it not having been slept in since their morning exertions. Your datapad and official comm units sat undisturbed on the small desk, blinking their low-power indicator lights in a somnolent rhythm.

"Maybe she needed a snack after that workout," Hoshiro mused aloud, voice pitched low so it didn't echo too harshly in the empty space. It wouldn't be the first time your insatiable appetite had you seeking out extra rations so soon after—

His train of thought derailed as he turned towards the open closet tucked into the corner of the bedroom. More specifically, at the distinct vacant spaces on the interior racks where your combat suit should have been hanging at the ready.

Instantly, Hoshina’s hackles went up like a feral canine scenting blood on the wind. He crossed the small room in two powerhouse strides until he could lean into the closet and let his eyes hungrily devour every empty inch, every bare rack and shelf.

Sure enough, your full deployment array was conspicuously absent, as if someone - you - had already geared up and moved out. The realization slammed into Hoshina like a shock-pulse concussive round, momentarily leaving him winded.

"No...she wouldn't," he growled under his breath like a mantra, pulse rabbiting treacherously beneath his skin. "Not after I made it crystal fuckin' clear this morning."

But the longer Hoshina stared at the incriminating lack of evidence, the more his throat constricted with a combination of fury and spiraling dread. You had directly countermanded his order to remain safely sequestered away from potential harm. Worse, you had apparently felt the need to resort to deception and misdirection rather than simply voice a disagreement or concern.

"That stubborn, stupid little—" Hoshina bit off the venomous words before they could fully take shape, pivoting sharply on his heel. He needed confirmation rather than wild assumptions, no matter how damning the surface evidence appeared.

Yanking his comm unit free, he thumbed through to the general deployment manifest with hands that grew incrementally more unsteady the longer he searched in vain. Muscles ticked in his clenched jaw, heartbeat thundering in his ears like muffled ordnance as panic slowly crept its razor-edged tendrils through his synapses.

When he finally found the blinking indicator tagged with your name, the bottom simply fell out of Hoshiro's gut with a hollow lurch of pure, visceral dread. There you were, already deployed and well on your way towards a supposedly "low-risk" recon vector under the temporary command of some fool grunt who clearly had missed the override notice regarding your protected status.

"No, no no no..." The denials bubbled up in frantic repetition as Hoshina’s mind rapidly whited out save for one singular, incandescent revelation burning straight through his consciousness—

You, his wife and bearer of his child, had directly defied his explicit mandates in order to insert yourself into an active combat situation, regulations and mission parameters be damned. Heedless of the possible consequences to your own wellbeing, let alone that of the precious life nestled within your consecrated womb.

"That idiotic, reckless, gods-damned fool of a woman," he choked out through a rapidly constricting throat as white-hot fury began lancing through his veins like combusting thermite. "If so much as a single hair on her head gets so much as ruffled because of this insubordinate stunt, I'll—"

Hoshina’s tirade fractured off in a strangled snarl of pure, incandescent rage as he slammed his fist into the nearest console hard enough to buckle meter-thick plasteel.

One way or another, he was extracting you from that ill-conceived and untenable mission immediately. And there would be absolutely no force in this cosmos mighty enough to shield you from the full, unrestrained fury awaiting your return...

You tugged down the zipper of your combat suit, shrugging out of the sweat-dampened material with a weary exhale. The cleanup sweep had been relatively uneventful, but there was still a lingering tension thrumming beneath your skin in anticipation of Hoshina’s inevitable reaction.

The soft hiss of the door sliding open drew your gaze over your shoulder, unsurprised to find Captain Ashiro stepping through with her trademark inscrutable expression. You offered her a tight smile as you deposited your disengaged gear into the cleaning rack, suddenly self-conscious about being caught in nothing but your tank top and panties.

"Figured I'd check in and see what inspired this little off-book jaunt of yours," Ashiro said by way of greeting, circling around to face you directly. Her calculating crimson eyes raked over your body in a clinical sweep before settling on the slight swell of your midsection. "Especially given your...delicate condition at the moment."

You fought the urge to fold your arms defensively, forcing yourself to stand tall under her scrutinizing attention. "It was a routine recon run, nothing more," you responded in a level tone. "No hostiles, no risks beyond the standard regulated para—"

"And yet here you are, knowingly defying the explicit orders of your superior officer charged with overseeing you and this pregnancy." Ashiro's voice remained infuriatingly calm, devoid of any real accusation or judgment. "Not to mention the needless stress and potential fallout about to erupt once he finds out."

You opened your mouth, ready to defend your rationale one more time. But all the arguments and logic shriveled up on the tip of your tongue as the unmistakable sound of storming boots reverberated down the hallway beyond. Both you and Ashiro turned towards the door just as it hissed open, admitting one utterly furious Hoshina Soshiro with jaw clenched so tightly you could see the thick cords of tendons straining in his neck.

"Too late," the Captain sighed out in a low murmur, already taking an instinctive half-step back to get out of the oncoming warpath. "Here comes the fallout now..."

Hoshina’s burning stare pinned you in place as he prowled forward, practically bristling with tightly leashed menace from every taut line of his towering form.

"You," he bit out in a tone dripping with arctic bite. "Bedroom. Now."

Though his words were couched as a terse command, you could hear the low, thrumming undercurrent of mingled rage and sick panic bleeding through that had your nerves alight. He never took his eyes off you, even as Ashiro cleared her throat softly nearby.

"Hoshina, perhaps we should—"

"No," Hoshiro snarled without ever breaking his intense stare in your direction. "This is between my wife and I. And trust me, Captain...ya don't want to be present for the ensuin' discussion."

There was an undeniable edge of dark promise laced through that final warning that caused even the stoic Ashiro to pale slightly. With a tight nod, she pivoted on her heel and quit the room in a swift about-face, leaving you alone with the seething force of nature that was your husband.

As soon as the door slid shut behind her, you opened your mouth to try to placate and explain. But Hoshina was on you in a surge of heated movement, one hand lashing out to clamp like a shackle around your upper arm as he effortlessly herded you backwards.

"Startin' to realize ya women should listen more often when a man gives an order," he growled out acidly between gritted teeth. The words reverberated against you in a palpable wash of simmering fury and outright disbelief. "But no...ya have to go and prove yer the most pigheadedly stubborn bitch I've ever known."

You gasped at the cruel barb, shock and hurt ricocheting through your thoughts. Yet before you could even draw sufficient breath to protest, Hoshina spun you both around and propelled your stumbling form down the passageway.

"S-Soshiro, wait—!" you managed at last, craning your neck to glance back towards him pleadingly. But the only response you received was another rough jerk of his hand and a scorching glare potent enough to combust plasma.

"Don't think yer sweet little doe-eyes will save ya from a long-overdue reckonin' this time, wife," he growled, curling his lips with withering sarcasm around the endearment. "When I get ya behind closed doors, yer in for the harshest lesson of yer goddamn life about obedience and loyalty to those who actually give a fuck about yer well-bein'."

You knew better than to argue further once he got into this black, brooding demeanor. The colossal tempest of Hoshina’s fury would have to crest and break on its own before you could so much as attempt to insert any form of logic or reasoning.

So instead, you bit down on your trembling lower lip and averted your gaze, bracing yourself for the gathering storm looming on the near horizon. Somehow, you couldn't quite escape the sense that this would only be the opening salvo in a battle royale to test your relationship's bonds beyond any imaginable strain.

Hoshina all but flung you through the doorway into his private quarters, the door slamming shut behind you with a visceral finality. Before you could regain your footing, he was on you - powerful hands clamping around your biceps to shove you back against the nearest surface with bruising force.

"Think ya can just disobey my orders like that without consequence?" he snarled, mere inches from your face now. You could see the pulsing vein in his neck, the tic jumping in his clenched jaw as that blazing glare bored into you without mercy. "Risk putting my fucking child in harm's way like yer duty means jack shit compared to yer ego?"

"Soshiro, please—" you tried placating, instinctively cringing away from the full brunt of his withering fury. But he wasn't having any of your attempted reasoning. Not this time.

With a savage growl, Hoshina wrenched your tank top up until your breasts spilled out obscenely, baring your body from the waist up. You gasped as the chill air prickled over your exposed skin, making your nipples bead into stiff points as you reflexively moved to cover yourself.

"Don't ya fuckin' dare!" he barked out in a tone that brooked zero disobedience. Pinning your wrists above your head with one crushing grip, Hoshina leaned in until you were engulfed in the scorching heat pouring off his rigid frame. When next he spoke, his voice emerged in a low, resonant rasp thrumming with barely restrained savagery. "This body, this life ya put at risk so carelessly, belongs to me. Every inch is mine to do with as I please until that lesson gets beaten into yer skull permanently."

You whimpered as his free hand drifted down with clear intent, palming your abdomen in a shockingly gentle caress completely at odds with the ferocity radiating from him otherwise. Hoshina bowed his head until you could feel the rasp of his stubble rasping across your tingling skin, each hot exhale gusting across your thundering pulsepoint in a scalding brand.

"Such a gorgeous little thing," he growled against the slick hollow of your throat in a tone that seethed with smoldering possession. "So lush and heavy with my seed, ya fill me with primal need to rut ya into submission over and over..."

With that, Hoshina’s head dipped lower, mouth searing a path of open-mouthed kisses down to where his palm still cupped your midsection in an implacable claim. You sucked in a shaky inhale as his tongue dipped into your navel, swirling through the shallow indentation with maddening focus. But it was the low rumble of promise that finally doused your defiance in an icy deluge.

"I'm gonna spend the next few days reminding ya who you belong to, baby girl. Mind, body, and certainly this cunny that dared tempt me into riskin' my legacy." With that, his palm drifted lower, cupping your pussy directly as his burning stare skewered you in place. "Don't worry though, mama," he purred in a voice gone gravelly and sinful around the edges. "By the time I'm done, you'll have no doubts left about obeyin' yer husband from now until I decide to release ya again..."

"Please...you're being unreasonable," you pleaded breathlessly, squirming in his iron grip. Despite his earlier reprimands, you couldn't resist the urge to push his dominant buttons further, if only to spur him into action. "I'm not made of glass, Soshiro, and you know it."

For a long moment, he simply stared at you, the fire in his eyes blazing even hotter as they roamed possessively over your exposed skin. Then his mouth was crashing into yours with a savage ferocity, swallowing your whimper as his teeth latched onto your bottom lip and bit down. Hard.

"Oh, yer about to be so fuckin' sorry ya ever doubted my intentions, wife," he snarled against the sting of torn flesh, a trickle of iron blooming on your tongue. Then his fingers were tearing at your panties, ripping them away with a low snarl as he released his hold on your wrists.

You gasped as the cold air kissed your bare mound, hips bucking reflexively as Hoshina yanked you forward by the waistband of your ruined underwear. With a feral grin, he tossed the shredded scrap aside before hauling you up off the ground and tossing you bodily over his shoulder.

You couldn't contain a squeak of surprise as your world inverted, suddenly finding yourself staring at the ground while his massive palm settled across the swell of your ass. Before you could protest, a sharp, ringing slap echoed through the air as pain flared across your bare backside.

"Ow, Soshiro, what the—!"

He interrupted your indignant squawk with another resounding smack, sending a fresh wave of fire lancing across your flesh. You twisted against his hold, unable to fully process the strange mixture of humiliation and arousal unfurling within at this blatant display of his strength and dominance.

"Oh, kitten...that's just a warmup for what's about to come," Hoshina all but purred out, each word vibrating straight through your body where it was draped over his shoulder. You were about to lash out with a retort when you felt twin points of something sharp and unforgiving pierce into the pliant flesh of your rear.

"Fuck, yes...such a perfect little peach," he groaned out, the words garbled and muffled by his mouthful of your ass. He sounded positively ravenous as he sank his teeth deeper, sharp canines biting down hard enough to send sparks of mingled pain and pleasure spiraling through your synapses.

By the time he unceremoniously dumped you onto the bed, your entire lower half was abuzz with the lingering sting and his mouth-shaped brand. Still, you couldn't help the way your core throbbed traitorously as he loomed above you, expression utterly bestial and wild-eyed with unadulterated need.

"Soshiro...I'm sorry," you whimpered out, feeling the fight slowly draining from your body. It was no use resisting the inevitable, not when he was like this. Especially not when the ache deep in your core demanded to be slaked by the only man who could truly fill it. "I shouldn't have disobeyed, I was just—"

"Too damn bad, baby girl," Hoshina cut in, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes as his massive frame crowded into the mattress. You could practically taste his ire and lust intermingling as his gaze swept over you in a predatory leer. "Ya coulda just listened to me like a good little wife and we coulda been havin' the most mind-blowing sex of yer life right now."

He was between your legs then, calloused hands smoothing along the inside of your thighs in a scorching path. The friction had you gasping, arching against him as his touch stoked the embers of your desire higher and higher.

"Now you've lost all privilege of gettin' a reward for that tight little cunt," he continued, a taunting edge creeping into his tone. His thumbs were drifting inward, circling ever closer to your aching slit in a slow tease that had you writhing. "No, I'm gonna show ya exactly how a proper wife should behave."

You let out a needy whine, canting your hips towards his touch in a wordless plea for more. Hoshina smirked down at you, clearly relishing in your desperation as he drew the pad of his thumb directly across your slick seam.

"Fuck, yer already soaked and beggin' for me," he growled out, circling your entrance in a light tease. "And to think, you were trying to keep me outta this sweet little hole all day, huh? How selfish, baby..."

A ragged cry tore from your lips as he suddenly brought down three of his fingers in a punishing slap against your swollen cunt. The sharp bite of pain sent a flood of arousal coursing through your veins, causing you to arch and writhe against the sheets as you instinctively sought more friction.

"Please...please, Daddy, I need you," you sobbed out, unable to keep the petulant whine from bleeding into your tone. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough to soothe the burning ache deep within. You needed him to fill you up, to stretch and spread you wide open until you could no longer discern where you ended and he began.

"Oh, don't worry, kitten," Hoshina said in a voice gone soft and dark, the kind he used when he wanted to lure you into a false sense of security before sinking his teeth in. "Daddy's gonna take real good care of his wife..."

You whimpered, a frisson of anticipation zipping down your spine. His promise had you instantly on edge, muscles twitching faintly with the urge to buck and grind against the thick bulge tenting his pants. But before you could even consider trying to move, he was gripping your hips in a punishing vise and rolling onto his back, pulling you atop him.

"S-soshiro...?"

"That's right, ride Daddy's cock like a good little wife," he growled out, hands drifting to your hips and wrenching them forward in a rough jerk that had his fat length rubbing across your swollen slit. You could feel his hot, throbbing flesh nestled directly against the dripping crux of your thighs, every nerve in your body sparking into overdrive at the delicious friction.

"C'mon, baby, fuck yerself on my dick like the insatiable little slut you are," Hoshina snarled up at you, hips canting upward in a filthy grind that had you gasping. You were already dripping, juices soaking his pants as his tip caught and teased your aching entrance.

"Y-you're the insatiable one," you somehow managed, bracing your hands on his broad chest. He chuckled lowly at your attempt to rally, the sound vibrating through your core and fanning the flames of need burning ever hotter within.

"Is that right, mama? Let's see how much ya really think that." Before you could ask, he was gripping your hips again and guiding you back and forth. You couldn't bite back the needy moan as his clothed cock rubbed over your clit in a tantalizing friction, each pass driving you that much closer to the edge.

"I can feel ya leakin' all over me, kitten. So eager to cream yerself like a greedy bitch in heat," he murmured, voice gone rough and guttural with lust. The way his eyes darkened with naked hunger as he watched you rutting against his shaft was almost enough to send you careening into oblivion on its own.

"P-please," you moaned out, rocking your hips forward and back in a desperate bid for more. Your hands curled into claws against his chest, fingernails raking the fabric of his shirt. "Please, Soshiro, I need you inside me."

"Oh my poor, sweet girl," he rumbled out, the words tinged with mock-sympathy. Then he was lifting his hips, tugginghis fly open, and his bare cock was rubbing over your throbbing cunt, and you couldn't suppress a low keen of pure, animalistic want.

"This is what ya need, baby?" he purred, a darkly amused edge bleeding into his tone as he lightly slapped his shaft against your folds in a taunting tease. You nodded frantically, unable to do anything but grind back against him in a silent plea for more.

Hoshina simply chuckled again, gripping the base of his cock and guiding the head to nudge your entrance. The feeling of his thick crown spreading you wide open had your thighs trembling, inner walls already fluttering around the sudden intrusion.

"C'mon, mama, take what's yers," he snarled, his hips bucking upwards in a shallow thrust that had his crown breaching your entrance. The sudden fullness was enough to draw a breathless moan from your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to adjust to the delicious stretch.

"Gods, I love how fuckin' tight ya are," he groaned out, fingers trailing up to splay his palms over your abdomen. His gaze was fixated on your baby bump, nostrils flaring with a low rumble of primal hunger as his thumbs stroked possessively across your skin.

Then he was guiding you down, forcing your body to stretch and accommodate his thick girth as his hips surged upward in a single, relentless thrust. The breath left your lungs in a startled gasp as you were filled to the brim with his cock, impaled so thoroughly you could feel him nudging against the very back of your channel.

"Look at that pretty little bump," Hoshina rasped, his palms pressing against your abdomen with an undeniably reverent caress. "Just knowing yer swellin' up ripe with my child, fuck..."

Before you could so much as register his intent, his hands were gripping your waist and lifting you up until only the flared tip of his cock was still sheathed inside. Then he was slamming you back down in a hard thrust that had your walls clamping around his shaft, a strangled sob bubbling up from your throat.

"Soshiro—!"

"Oh, that's it, baby," he snarled, the words garbled as his fingers dug bruises into the curve of your hips. "Show me how much ya love ridin' Daddy's fat cock."

You were helpless to resist as he set a punishing rhythm, driving up into your pliant body in a series of powerful rolls that had you mewling and writhing atop him. His grip was iron-clad, keeping you pinned in place and speared open as he hammered his length into you in a series of ruthless snaps.

"So fucking perfect," he groaned out, head dropping back against the pillows as his gaze devoured your breasts bouncingwith each jarring impact. You felt raw and exposed, utterly vulnerable under his unwavering scrutiny. And yet, the way his eyes darkened with carnal hunger had you moaning, clenching down around his cock buried deep within.

"Such a beautiful little thing," he said hoarsely, his free hand trailing up to cup the underside of your breast. You shivered, feeling the taut nipple straining against his palm in a wordless plea for attention. When Hoshina's thumb circled around the sensitive peak in a teasing flick, a ragged whimper spilled from your lips.

"Daddy, please," you gasped, back arching in an attempt to push yourself further into his grip. He simply smirked, eyes flashing with dark promise as he tightened his grip on your waist.

"Please what, baby girl? Tell me what ya need." His thumb and forefinger rolled your nipple in a torturous tweak that had your toes curling, inner walls rippling around his girth in a reflexive clench.

"Your mouth, I need your mouth," you panted, barely recognizing the high, breathless rasp of your voice. With a low chuckle, Hoshina's other hand drifted up until he was palming both of your breasts in a scalding grip.

"Mmm, ya always get so greedy when I tease these perfect tits," he purred, kneading your soft flesh with calloused fingers. You moaned, squirming on his lap and earning a sharp smack against your ass in reproach.

"But since you've been a good girl and finally showed Daddy proper respect," he continued, his hands drifting lower, tracing a scorching path down the quivering plane of your stomach. You trembled, feeling his fingertips tracing feather-light over your abdomen before finally coming to rest over the gentle swell where your womb held his child.

"I guess I can reward my pregnant little wife, hmm?" Hoshina's voice dropped to a gravelly rumble as his thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts, the pressure a delicious counterpoint to the way his cock throbbed and pulsed within your clenching heat.

Before you could so much as draw breath, he was arching up and wrapping his lips around your nipple. A startled moan slipped from your throat as he sucked hard, the sensation going straight to your clit in a pulse of pure electricity. You were helpless to do anything but writhe in his hold as his tongue flicked and teased your sensitive flesh, his cock grinding up against your fluttering depths.

"Ah, n-no, wait, I can't—!"

You didn't even register the fact that your breasts had begun lactating until a low growl reverberated against your breast, Hoshina's hips jerking upwards as the first drop of sweet nectar beaded onto his tongue. His eyes rolled back, a bestial groan spilling from his lips as he began sucking and lapping in earnest, drinking down the milk that flooded his mouth with a ravenous fervor.

"Holy shit, my sweet girl's lactatin' already," he rasped, sounding utterly wrecked as he moved to lavish your other nipple. Your hands flew to his hair, tangling in the sweat-damp locks as his lips and tongue worked in tandem. You were so wet now, the lewd, slick sounds of his cock slamming into your cunt practically drowning out his fevered groans.

"F-fuck, so good, Daddy—" you choked out, unable to control the desperate roll of your hips as you began grinding down against him. You were so close, the tension coiling low in your belly rapidly ratcheting tighter with every pass of his cockhead over that spot deep inside.

"Are ya gonna cum, mama?" Hoshina purred against your skin, the words muffled as he continued licking and suckling. He sounded absolutely euphoric, utterly drunk off the taste of you flowing over his tongue. "Are ya gonna cream all over my cock?"

You moaned, a shiver racing down your spine. The way he was drinking from you was so intimate, so raw, and combined with the relentless pounding of his cock it was more than enough to send you spiraling.

"Please...I need it, Soshiro," you whined, hands clutching at his hair with a feverish desperation. You were so close, muscles seizing and quivering around his thick shaft as the tension snapped taut like a live wire.

"Then fuckin' cum for me, baby," Hoshina snarled, his words punctuated by a sharp thrust that had his cock grinding over that perfect spot. He released your breast with a wet pop, his hands moving to your waist once more as his hips began jackhammering into your clenching cunt.

"That's it, cum all over Daddy's cock," he growled, fingers digging bruises into your sides. "Fuckin' milk my balls dry with this hungry little hole, show me how much ya missed being bred like the bitch ya are..."

Your world exploded into a burst of white-hot static as your climax crashed over you, body bowing taut as his name spilled from your lips in a broken cry. You couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but shake and sob as pleasure washed over you in a torrential deluge, sweeping you along in its current.

Dimly, you could feel the hot spurts of his seed painting your inner walls as his cock throbbed deep inside. Hoshina let out a guttural snarl, hands flying to your hips and crushing you against his lap in a single brutal thrust.

"Fuck, can't stop fuckin' cummin'," he groaned, his cock jerking and pulsing with each fresh gush of hot cum. His face was flushed, pupils blown wide as he ground himself deeper inside you. "Keep squeezin' my dick, mama, gods..."

When he finally collapsed back against the pillows, panting and sweat-slick, you slumped forward onto his chest. Your bodies were still connected, his cock twitching faintly within your thoroughly ravaged cunt as the final dribbles of his seed leaked from your core.

"Holy shit," Hoshina rasped, breath ghosting hot over the shell of your ear. His hands trailed up and down your sides in a soothing motion, calloused palms dragging across the hypersensitive skin. "Honey…"

"Mmmm, please don't tell me we're done," you mumbled, too blissed out to muster a proper protest. He snorted, one hand drifting up to toy with your tousled hair.

"Sweetheart, ya just had an orgasm that almost put you into a goddamn seizure," he said, sounding mildly incredulous. "And yer still thinkin' about getting railed?"

You let out a faint giggle, the sound vibrating through your torso until it buzzed around his spent cock. His hips jerked reflexively, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest as he rolled his head back against the pillows.

"Fuck," he mumbled, clearly struggling to regain his composure. "I’m still mad at ya, just so yknow."

You sighed, nuzzling into his shoulder. "I know, but...we'll talk about it after a nap, right?"

Hoshina went still, the fingers in your hair falling silent. For a long moment, you simply lay there, enjoying the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek.

"Yeah," he said finally, voice gone soft and contemplative. His arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against his broad chest. "We'll talk about it then, sweetheart."

[heejake-hoon]

Synopsis: you made Jake a little jealous, and now you have to face the consequences.

Tags: smut, mdni, name calling (cumslut, fuckdoll...), unprotected sex, hair pulling, light choking?, kind of possessive Jake.

note: not proof read, also rushed

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You gasp as Jake slams you against the wall, crowding into your space until you're enveloped by his heat, his scent, his sheer overwhelming presence. His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back sharply to bare the column of your throat to his darkened gaze.

"You've been acting like a little brat all night," he growls, nose skimming along your jawline. "Teasing me, flirting with other guys, making me fucking crazy with jealousy. Is this what you wanted, hmm? Wanted me to snap? To put you in your place?"

His other hand comes up to wrap around your throat, fingers flexing warningly. Your pulse flutters wildly against his palm and you swallow hard, mouth going dry at the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Jake, I-" you start, but he cuts you off with a harsh squeeze to your windpipe, just hard enough to make you light-headed.

"Shut up," he snarls, free hand gripping roughly your breast through your shirt. "You don't get to play coy now, Y/N. Not after you spent the whole fucking night acting like a shameless little cocktease.” he squeezes the flesh in his hand harder making you moan “No, you wanted this. Wanted me to remind you who you belong to, didn't you? Wanted me to stake my fucking claim?"

You whimper, knees going weak as he rolls your nipple between unforgiving fingers. Slowly, deliberately, you nod, holding his dark gaze with your own. Something like triumph flashes across Jake's face and your stomach swoops in anticipation.

"That's what I thought," he says lowly, leaning in until his lips brush the shell of your ear. "You're mine, Y/N. This body is mine.” he tugs on ur nipple making you whimper in pain and arousal. “And I think it's time I reminded you of that fact."

Suddenly, he's spinning you around, shoving you face-first against the wall and yanking your skirt up around your waist. You yelp as he rips your panties clean off, the delicate lace giving way easily under his impatient hands.

"Fuck, look at you," Jake groans, trailing teasing fingers through your dripping folds. "Already so wet for me, baby. So desperate for my cock. I bet you'd let me fuck you right here, where anyone could walk by and see what a needy little slut you are, huh?"

"Yes," you gasp out, arching back into his touch shamelessly. "Yes, Jake, please, want you so bad-"

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers racing down your spine. "Oh, I know you do, sweetheart. And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck this greedy cunt so hard you forget your own name...."

Jake's fingers wrap around your throat from behind, cutting off your air supply and making your head swim. Your cunt clenches hard around nothing, a broken moan escaping your lips as he notches the thick head of his cock against your entrance.

"Gonna feel so good choking on my dick," he rasps, rolling his hips torturously slow, barely breaching you. "Gonna look so pretty with tears in your eyes, fighting for every breath while I split you open. You want that, baby? Want me to wreck this pussy, want me to make you see fucking stars?"

"Please," you whimper, scrabbling for purchase against the wall as he drives into you harder, deeper. "Jake, fuck, need it, need you to- ah!"

Your words dissolve into a high, keening cry as he bottoms out, pushing the air from your lungs and making you roll your eyes. Jake sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against your ass as he rails you, fingers tightening around your windpipe until you're dizzy with it, until your lungs burn and your cunt throbs and you can't tell up from down.

"That's it, take it," he grits out through clenched teeth, angling his thrusts to hit that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "Fucking take my cock like the desperate little cumslut you are. Gonna stuff you so full of my dick you'll be feeling it for days.” He pulled away until only his tip was inside before slamming hard into you, earning a small cry from you as you started to lose it. “fuckkk, gonna paint this pussy white, plug you up and send you out there dripping with my fucking spend."

You keen brokenly, walls starting to flutter around him as black spots crowd the edges of your vision. You're right on the knife's edge of too much, the pleasure bordering on pain as Jake fucks into you relentlessly, choking you within an inch of your life.

"Jake," you rasp, scrabbling behind you to grab his wrist, nails biting into his skin. "Jake, 'm gonna come, gonna-"

"Do it," he snarls, doubling his efforts, slamming into you so hard your feet nearly leave the ground. "Come on my cock, Y/N. Fucking soak me, let me feel you shake apart-"

His words, his touch, the sweet ache of your lungs screaming for air - it's all too much. With a silent scream, you shatter, clamping down around him rhythmically as ecstasy crashes over you in blinding waves.

Jake swears in aw, hips stuttering as your cunt milks him for all he's worth. A few more erratic thrusts and he's coming too, muffling his groan against your shoulder as he spills deep inside you, marking you from the inside out.

Slowly, carefully, he loosens his grip on your throat, letting you suck in greedy lungfuls of air. You slump against the wall, knees giving out, but Jake is there to catch you, strong arms banding around your waist and holding you steady.

"I've got you," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your hair, your temple, your cheek. "You did so well for me, baby. Took everything I gave you like a champ. My good girl, my perfect little fuckdoll..."

You can only whimper in response, too dazed and dick drunk to form words. Jake chuckles, low against your skin, as he gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you out on the sheets almost reverently, crawling over you and peppering your face with tender kisses. "I love you," he says quietly, smoothing your hair back from your sweat-damp brow. "I love you so fucking much, Y/N. You drive me crazy in the best possible way."

You hum contentedly, looping your arms around his neck and tugging him down into a slow, sweet kiss. "I love you too," you murmur against his lips. "Even when you're being a jealous caveman."

Jake grins, unrepentant. "Hey, I warned you when we started dating that I was the possessive type. Not my fault you didn't believe me."

You roll your eyes fondly, trailing idle fingers down his spine. "Mm, well, maybe I should tease you more often then. If this is the result..."

Jake's eyes flash with heat and he nips at your bottom lip in admonishment. "Careful what you wish for, brat," he warns playfully. "Keep it up and I really will fuck you in public next time. Bend you over the hood of the car and eat your cunt right there in the parking lot where anyone could see."

[kagamesayu]

v!genshin x gn!reader

includes . diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli t/w . 18+ mdni, gn!reader, nsfw, fluff wc: 2.3k a/n . first time posting my writing :,> hope u enjoy! reblogs appreciated ✧

Diluc who loves waking up with you wrapped in his arms, snuggling into his warmth in the winter. Eyes soft as he watches you breathing softly, nose buried in his chest as your fingers gripped onto his waist.

Diluc who loves watching you try to sneak a glance at him working while you sit on the couch in his office, wondering when the hell he’d finally pay attention to you. And he’d be such an ass about it too. You’d get up and stand behind him, leaning on his shoulders and pressing your lips to his ears and neck. 

“Baby, take a break you’ve been working all day.” Really he’d been working for a few hours, you just wanted his love and attention.

“Soon my love,” He’d chuckle and press a long kiss on your cheek before dragging his lips to your own. “Just a little while more darling. Be patient for me.”

Diluc who loves you for the little things you do, like trying to cook him breakfast everyday even when you have a maid to do it. Or when you try to knit him a sweater, totally forgetting his pyro vision that kept him much too warm. Or even when you tried to serenade him by learning the lyre in a span of 2 weeks.

It didn’t matter to Diluc. Because he’d cherish all the food you made for him - specifically for him. Even if it were burnt, he wouldn’t care. Cause you put your time and effort into it. 

It didn’t matter to Diluc that the sweater you made him might have some loose ends, or that it might have been much too big for him. He’d just say that it felt like you were giving him a hug. He’d never tell you how he loved the domesticity of the entire situation. He’d cherish it for years and years and hold it tight if you ever were to leave.

Diluc who loves fucking you silly with his huge dick, and he doesn’t even know how to use it right. It’s just so big that it hits all the right spots. He opens your legs wide, watching his dick moving in and out of you. Your hands move to hold onto his hand that wrapped around your waist, the other holding onto the bed under you as you were drilled into the mattress. 

Diluc who loves to watch tears run down your face because of how good you feel. ‘Stop’ you say? But he hasn’t even cum yet! Don’t be so selfish! His stamina built from all the years of training definitely came to help him. 

Diluc whose oversensitive dick throbbed inside you as he lay beside you after cumming twice. His cum dripping around his hard cock and out of your hole, onto the bed sheet he definitely needed to get changed. He hums, nose buried in your neck as he breathes in the smell of sex, sweat and you. He’ll leave another bite right then and there - doesn’t matter if he already painted your body with hickeys, you can have more!

And it definitely didn’t matter to him that you might have played a note wrongly on the lyre and you couldn’t exactly stay on tune. Because you learnt a whole new skill just for him and he’d always say that you were a much better bard than Venti. You had the voice of an angel and you fucking bet that he was smiling softly, cheeks flushed pink as he tapped his finger along to your music, eyes trained on your fingers playing the lyre, lips shaking nervously. And afterwards he’d give you a hug and tell you that you ‘did so well my little Eagle. so proud of you.’ and he’d place a kiss right on your lips, smiling.

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Kaeya who loves to kiss your neck, only to watch you shiver, lips curling up and squealing as he laughs at you. You playfully hit his exposed chest before pressing a cheeky kiss against it. The second you do that he holds onto your waist, pulling you close so when you look up you look right into his eyes. 

“Payback.”

“I’ll show you payback.” Kaeya who pulls you into an alley to makeout. You both leave the alleyway dishevelled and panting with red covering your necks and chests.

Kaeya who wrote his first poem for you during the Windblume Festival and beamed proudly as you read it. A smirk on his face once you read the part where he wanted to do...things with you.

Kaeya who entertains your thoughts by giving his own insight and questions. (you both were once in a heated debate on whether birds looked better with arms or not) 

“Okay but imagine if they had arms. They could fly and punch!” “Snowflake, would they even be able to fly if they had arms?”

“...fuck you’re so smart babe-”

Kaeya who loves to reply to you either snarkily or flirtily. He loved giving you a fuckboy face, lips caught in his teeth as he smirked, giving you those eyes. Sometimes you return the face, most times you look away embarrassed and questioning life.

Kaeya who would teasingly pull down his shirt just to show you more of his chest, wanting to see you drool for him.

Kaeya who treats you as a pillow prince/princess, living only to give you pleasure. He could eat you out for hours, loving the way you trembled from overstimulation as he sucked on you, licking and biting every piece of flesh available to him. Absolutely loved to fuck you till you were crying, begging him for more in a babbled voice.

Kaeya who loved to have you cockwarm him as he did his paperwork, giving you praises as you sat nicely on his lap, like the good princess/prince you were. He loved to tease you sometimes, asking you to move a little just to feel you grind against him, your velvet walls clamping down on him.

Kaeya who in his worst, most stressed and touch starved moments would cling to you and ask you to ride him. Whose eyes fill with over-stimulated tears as he came for the nth time, shooting blanks into your hot body as you rode him relentlessly, cooing at him and kissing the tears away.

Kaeya who loved to cook with you, loved how he could always hug you and give you kisses as you prepared your meals. Loved how you were always within reach of him. He’d finish his chicken skewers and just go up behind you, rest his head on your shoulders/on your head and sigh happily. His hands would always either be on your hips or on the counter, trapping you in.

Kaeya who always wakes up earlier than you just to watch you breathing softly. He lays his head on your chest, listening and feeling your heartbeat. Always reminds him that you’re alive. Always makes him feel better if he gets nightmares.

Kaeya who - even if he says it everyday - doesn’t feel that he could ever really show you how much he loved you. He’d had flings before and all those feelings were nothing in comparison to how he felt with you, around you, for you. Sometimes his face would flush darkly, heart beat fast as butterflies would race in his stomach, his chest. His skin would feel warm and he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling around you. 

He’d never show how flustered he actually is though. He’d always bury his face in your neck, lay small kisses against your skin as he whispered ‘I love you’s.

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Childe who loves getting things for you. All the way from little trinkets to outfits, sometimes jewellery that he specifically gets handcrafted just for you. He loves spoiling his little pet. Anything for you. Anything.

Childe who loves watching you from a distance, eyes always trailing your form, watching you do even the most mundane tasks. He’d watch you go around, buying food, or even just doing laundry. He loves watching you do the most domestic of tasks. It always makes him feel like he has something to come home to. That after every mission he has someone to come home to, to hold, to love.

Childe who loves teasing you - be it in the bedroom or out. He loves to say something and watch you struggle to answer, an amused smirk always on his face as he watches you flush and struggle to grasp for words. Loved having you that way on his cock and tongue as well, trying to breathe as you babbled nonsense - you were always pleading him to either keep going or to stop. In the end it didn’t matter, he does things at his own pace. 

“Sl-oow down please - nghh! Gonna - ahh~!” Your body spasms, hands gripping his hair as he continued eating you out through your orgasm.

“Doesn’t feel like ya want me to stop?” He chuckles, slick dripping from his mouth down to his chin. “You can give me ‘nother, right pretty? Wanna keep tastin’ you~”

Childe who loves having you sit on his lap, panties soaked and in his pocket. You could be impaled on his cock or just riding his thigh, he didn’t care. He just loved to see you act this way, bashful and embarrassed yet so needy. He loves having you this way, particularly when he’s giving commands to his underlings. And if anyone were to look too long, well...they would be ‘missing’ tomorrow. 

Childe who loves the sparkle in your eyes, the absolute excitement whenever you see him, the overwhelming joy when he does something for you or gives you something, the terror and concern whenever he comes to you, all bloodied and hurt. He loves seeing every expression you give him, every emotion he could feel from you. It almost makes up for the lack thereof from his side. 

Childe who never needs to act around you. Who smiles and frowns whenever he wants. Who laughs genuinely whenever you make a joke and scoffs - playfully - when you give him a terrible nickname (One of his personal favourites was the one time you had called titty twistin’, panty lickin’, toe lovin’ dick wad. It cracks him up everytime.)

Childe who looks at you like you strung up the stars everytime you patch up his wounds. Or make food for him. Or hold him tight at night when he misses his family. Childe loves deeply and selfishly and never wants to let you go. You’ve ruined him for anybody else, so take responsibility.

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Zhongli who looks for you in a crowd of people, and when he sees you smiles that gorgeous smile of his. He’ll quicken his pace to reach your side before offering you his hand to accompany him for his walk. 

Zhongli who greets you everyday with a kiss on the forehead, then to the right cheek, then the left before finally stopping at your lips. Nobody knows when he started doing this, and who were you to stop him? He holds your face in his hands and looks at you like you’re Celestia. Like you’re his world. 

“Good morning Honey.” His voice is low and breathy, content as he goes in for another kiss.

“Mm…good morning handsome.” 

Zhongli who very regularly buys gifts for you. With Childe’s money of course. Personalised chopsticks, hair pins, handkerchiefs, vases, flowers, etc. He’s a traditional man and loves showering his beloved in gifts, even if he didn’t buy it with his own mora.

Zhongli who is mature and talks with you about any misunderstandings. Who never lets an argument go too far and always knows when to stop and give you space. He always calms down before you - and you didn’t know if it was because he’s older or because that’s just Zhongli - and brings you back down to his level. 

Zhongli who makes you use your words when asking him for things. For hugs, for kisses, for sex. Even while you’re lying on the bed, face warm and sweaty, panting and drooling and dumbed down. He almost cruelly asks you questions about whether you want more, if you want him inside, if you want to go another round. 

Zhongli whose love-making and fucking styles are different. Love-making consists of sweet kisses, gentle touches, breathy moans and intimately long looks. When Zhongli fucks, he becomes a beast. A dragon who plays with his possessions as he likes. There are more marks left littering your body, bruising kisses, tears and so much more cum.

Zhongli whose marks glow a bright yellow when he fucks you. His arms glow brightly and his horns come out. It won’t matter what gender you are, he has you in a mating press with your thighs above his shoulders and his hips at a brutal pace. You have to wear long pants or skirts to cover the bruises and scratches left on your hips. And even though Zhongli apologises for his roughness, you can tell he  doesn’t mean it with the way he smiles proudly at the way you stumble around.

Zhongli who can never control himself when he sees you in his clothes. Doesn’t matter if you’re dressed underneath his huge coat or if you’re wearing one of his white dress shirts and only that. He can feel his dragon instincts acting up, his cock twitching and he can barely hold himself back before pouncing on you. Who can blame him though when you look so cute? Really you should blame yourself for getting into this situation, silly!

Zhongli who loves walking around Liyue with you. It doesn’t matter if you’ve walked past the same road like five times, he just wants to have company! You walk with your hand in the crook of his elbow, listening to him go on and on about ‘history’ which is really just him talking shit about Venti. Do you say anything and interrupt his one sided podcast? No. 

[vienssunshine]

What are the Halloween costumes that would drive JJK characters crazy?

pairings: Maki, Choso, and Nanami x fem!reader nsfw: drug use, implied sexual activity

Maki: Black Cat

Maki has no issue with your "costume" being just lingerie and cat ears. Well, you had drawn a little triangle on your cute nose, so she'd give you credit for that. But even so, how could she mind the basic costume when you made it look so good? It's hard to focus on the conversation she's having when the body suit—so tight on your gorgeous silhouette—is riding up on your hips, allowing her to make out the curve of your ass. And just below it, she can see your black thigh highs and how they squeeze your legs, a little bit of your flesh spilling out over the top. With a sight like this, she can't stand there staring the whole time, she has to come over and introduce herself to the pretty girl in the cat costume. You'd giggle your name back to her and do a terrible job of hiding how your eyes flick down to the strong but elegant hands of hers that you just took a drink from. Later in the night, when you two end up pressed together in the closet of someone's house, she would show you how she's quite the cat person and knows how to take care of your pussy.

Choso: Vampire

This boy is emo!!! And so touch starved, so when you're smoking his weed outside of your friend’s party and you playfully threaten to bite his neck, he agrees. With a fanged smile, you pass the blunt back to him and place your hands on his built shoulders so you can close in on your victim. He shudders at the sensation of your breath on his throat, pulse thumping through his neck as he senses you move closer and closer until your fake fangs graze his pale skin. His hand grabs onto your arm, but he doesn’t stop you as you gently bite his flesh. It’s not enough to draw blood, but it still sends a shiver of—fear? excitement? ...arousal?—down his spine. As a thank you for providing make-believe sustenance, you remove your fangs from his neck and plant a gentle kiss in their place, causing his fingers to squeeze around your arm. Your kiss leaves a smear of your red lipstick on his skin, but he doesn’t wipe it off, he likes being marked.

Nanami: Classic Movie Killer

Nanami would find all your little teases about how he should ‘watch out’ because ‘there’s a serial killer on the loose,’ very entertaining. You’d brandish your flimsy plastic knife and draw a line across his throat with it while telling him he should be grateful you haven’t killed him yet since, if you wanted to, you could. He’d cross his arms, showcasing his strong, veiny forearms, and tilt his head with an “Oh yeah?” and watch as you stumble over yourself to double down on your empty threats. Aside from the fact that he would be able to pin you in under a second, he knows it'd be impractical to kill anyone in the skimpy get-up you're wearing. Not that he doesn't like the little 'killer' outfit though, he actually has a hard time keeping his eyes from roaming the bloodied, exposed skin your crop-top and skirt reveal. Of course he’d keep his composure at the Halloween party, but after it he'd take you home and rip off your costume, leaving you bare and naked and dripping with arousal, and it’s only then he'd allow himself to teach you who should be scared of who.

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING POSSESSIVE !!! CARLOS S. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: carlos didn't need any reassurance especially when she wasn't going to be getting away from his grasp sooner or later.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni), use of explicit language, toxic-esque relationship, possessive!mean dom!carlos, double penetration + anal play, degrading, oral (m receiving) + face fucking/deep throat, impact play, brief breath play, dacryphilia

note: idk what i wrote dawg I'M SORRY 😭 enjoy xx

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carlos, with all his suave and his talent, was a secured man. 

he knew that. in fact, he couldn’t find himself to care what people may think about his driving skills, or what he’s wearing, let alone his relationship status. 

but there were times when some things were slowly slipping away from his grasp. in those instances, he had to hold on tight and even pull them back where he had them. 

one of those times was during his p1 celebration. carlos turned away for a brief second to exchange pleasantries with the partygoers who approached him, thanking them and telling them to enjoy the party. 

but as soon as he turned back, she was gone. she was leaning over the bar counter as she patiently waited for her drink to be filled up. no— she wasn’t just waiting, she was giggling at whatever the hell lando was telling her. lando wasn’t even that funny, carlos said. 

the more carlos stared, the more his anger grew.

he should be blaming himself for not paying attention to her for a whole month straight, really. the woman asked for his undivided attention even if it’s just for an hour, yet he never gave her that. 

he could be blaming himself right now, with his face drenched in sweat after dancing for too long and his face red in anger and jealousy, but he chose not to head that route.

instead he decided that she should’ve behaved herself even if she had to wait for him.

carlos towered over her, his chiseled body bare and his cock hardened as he looked down at her with a mocking pitiful expression. 

her knees were burning as she knelt down on the carpeted floor of their hotel room, her body practically shaking in anticipation. she had nothing on, her arousal dripping out of her as continued to look up at him with a pleading look. 

yeah, carlos scoffed, as if that’d work this time.

carlos’ face gave her a go ahead— as if she already knew what to do. 

her mouth gaped open and she stuck her tongue out, allowing carlos to push his cock into her mouth. she forced herself to keep her hands on her back, her tongue swirling on the tip of his cock.

her mouth on his length elicited a moan out of carlos, his hands now grabbing her head by the roots. he increased his pace and moved deeper, the tip of his cock now resting at the back of her throat as she felt all of him in her mouth. 

“mi pequeña y buena puta,” my good little whore. carlos muttered quietly, hearing her breathe through her nose despite the tip of it grazing his skin. “ojalá lo supieras mejor.” i wish you knew better.

she couldn’t even utter a word, her words stuck on her throat with his cock shoving them back down. her eyes were watering as she looked up at carlos, who looked down at her once more with a smug expression.

“can’t take it anymore, bonita?” carlos cooed mockingly, making her shake her head while she continued to get her mouth fucked.

carlos pulled her mouth away from his length, making her gasp. he chuckled quietly, “good because i’m gonna make sure you know who you fucking belong to. on the bed.”

in a typical day, she’d be stubborn enough to resist and roll her eyes at him. but she knew exactly what she had done to piss him off like this and she knew better than testing him, and so she obliged and went to the bed on all fours. 

it didn’t take long for carlos to get around and kneel on the mattress, his hand gliding down her soaked cunt as she shivered from his touch. 

“who told you to act like that?” carlos asked her firmly, his voice low and his fingers slowly prodding her cunt.

she didn’t utter a word, instead she bit her lip as she didn’t want to displease him anymore than she did earlier.

he was growing frustrated from her silence. he didn’t have that much patience for her sudden quietness, especially when her behaviour was loud enough to defy and make carlos jealous. 

she let out a loud whimper when he struck a blow to her cunt, her clit sending aroused and pained signals to her brain. 

“who?” carlos still didn’t get any answer. he slapped her cunt continuously, each slap was rougher than the last as she cried out. 

she was unable to let out a word, her brain was getting too fuzzy from each strike and each derogatory word that escaped carlos’ tone. some sinful parts of her wanted to be treated like this after a whole month of not being taken care of by the ferrari driver. that’s why she behaved like she wasn’t his back there.

by the tenth time, he pulled his hand away and watched her cunt throb around nothing. 

“still nothing?” carlos asked despite the fact that he’s not expecting any more answers from her.

she couldn’t even remember hearing him move around as she was already entering her hazy state. she was keeping her composure, yet despite all of those attempts she was driven away by his cock as he entered her fully without a warning. 

she cried out, “fuck!” her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the sheets beneath her. carlos thrusted hard, pounding her like he was stating his frustrations to her.

“you love this don’t you?” carlos growled lowly, his one hand gripping her hips while the other collected her arousal and slid two fingers in her back hole. his cock entered her cunt at the same pace as his two fingers, penetrating her until she couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“did you really think i won’t punish you for behaving like a slut?” carlos asked her, making her shake her head insistently as she cried and sobbed. tears fell down her cheeks as she felt immense pleasure from his continuous fucking. “ah, so you did it because you know i’ll be punishing you?”

“if you wanted some reminder of who owns you then you could have just asked me, bonita,” carlos crooned mockingly, his hand that gripped her hips pulled her up by the throat. he pulled her body closer, her back on his chest while he continued fucking both her holes. 

he squeezed her throat and released the pressure. he muttered in her ear, “what would everybody think if they found out that you like to be treated like a whore when i don’t give you attention, hm?” 

her mouth let out nothing but incoherent words, feeling her walls clenching around him as she whined pitifully. 

“they can see it already, bebe,” he whispered, nipping at her ear as she gasped loudly.

“so fucking tight and good for me,” carlos continued, “whose pussy is this?” 

her mouth gaped open as she tried to utter something. carlos squeezed her throat, restricting her airflow as she cried out, “yours, carlos, fuck! yours!”

“yeah?” carlos whispered heatedly, now increasing his pace as he chased her high and his. “these holes are mine, yes? no one else’s?” 

“yes- hah- fuck, yes ‘m yours,” she babbled, her voice pleading with him as her walls clenched around him.

he let out a loud grunt as his thrusts slowed, his cock still sliding in and out of her hard as both of them reached their high. her walls milked his cock, painting her insides white with his load as her legs trembled and gave up.

she knew that if she simply asked for his attention, he wouldn’t give it— he’d make some promise that he wasn’t going to follow through and he’d forget about it.

perhaps it was a great idea to remind him that some things were meant to slip out of his grasp, and that he should continue holding onto it tightly. otherwise, she wouldn’t be fucked out as she wished to be.

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen @happy-nico @architect-2015

♡   moony’s reminder 🅴 (explicit edition): @glitterf1 @savrose129 @maxillness

[wonderlandwalker]

Nurse Nightingale | James Potter x Reader

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Summary: Someone wakes you up in the middle of the night, when you realize it's James looking for help you don't have the heart to refuse him

Content Warnings/Tags: fluff, blood, bruising, cuts, mentions of violence, insinuations of smut

Word Count: 1k

A/n: I'm currently using the uni holiday as an excuse not to study so now I'm writing non-stop instead. Not quite smut but sorta if you're willing to squint

*Knock knock*

You turn around, looking at the clock on the bedside table. Who the hell is knocking on the door at 3 AM?

*Knock knock*

You turn onto your stomach, pushing your pillow over your head in an attempt to block out the noise.

*Knock knock*

It’s louder this time, more determined, and you hear someone speak: “Y/N, it’s me. Please let me in.” He’s rambling a bit, he sounds tired as well. A shiver goes through your body at hearing his voice, his voice always seems to mess with your head in a way nothing else can.

“What are you doing here James? It’s 3 AM.” You ask, through the still closed door, your voice dripping with sleep. “Just, please, open the door..” He sounds desperate this time, so you decide to do what he asks. You stand up, maybe a little too fast, making your head spin, and walk towards the door. You open it, meaning to step aside to let him in, but when you see him illuminated by the hallway, you freeze. He’s bleeding, a cut starting at his nose and going diagonally underneath his eye, he’s straightened his glasses but there's a crack in them, another bruise at his temple, one on his lips, those soft lips you always think about, even a bruise below his ear on his cheek masking his jawline. “What in Merlin’s name happened to you?” You hear yourself whisper, more at yourself than him. “It’s nothing..” he slures out “.. just wanted to see you.” You move aside to let him into the empty room and he takes the opportunity, walking towards the bed, but not before grabbing you by your waist and giving you a quick, but passionate kiss. He takes you by surprise with it, your mind still trying to wrap around what happened, and your body falls into him, making him hiss from the cut on his upper lip, but he doesn't seem to want to stop regardless.

He sits down on your bed when he breaks the kiss, and you turn on the bedside lamp to get a better look at him. Small bruises are forming on his arms, and his muscles seem strained, his exhausted body melting into the bedding.

“Lay down, I’ll be right back.” you mumble at him before moving to the other side of your room where you left your wand. After a little searching, you find it, but with how tired you are, you’re not sure how much you trust yourself with it. You remember the small first aid kit in your bathroom, and move to get it before making your way back to James.

You see him struggling to take his jumper off, and move over to help him with it. Once it’s off he moves to lie down, and you put some extra pillows under his head, making him sit up a little more before pouring the sterilizer on a towel. You look over at him again, and wonder about how you’re going to do this, when you see him stretch his arm out to you. You take his hand and he pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him and giving me the perfect position to patch him up.

You look at his chest, covered in blooming bruises, and when the towel hits the few open wounds, he groans a little, instinctively moving his hands to your hips to ground himself. His eyes are closed, and even though he looks like he should be in pain, he seems relaxed.

He stays quiet the whole time, only the occasional hiss or groan leaving him. And when you’re done, having put everything back in its proper place, he asks you silently: “Can I please stay over” “Of course you can, I’m not letting you wander back in this state.” you tell him while moving to lie down beside him. He doesn’t seem satisfied though, and pulls you in even closer.

After a few more minutes of silence, you ask him: “Jamie, what the hell happened to you..?” “It’s, it’s nothing, really, just-" He seems a little hesitant, so you wait for him to continue. “There, there were these guys…” He sounds a little angry, but you still don’t know what he’s talking about. “Do you remember the party that was going on, earlier tonight?” “Of course I do.” you tell him. You had gotten tired early, and decided to head to bed while the others stayed a while longer. “Well, turns out some of the Slytherins had noticed you, and they were talking about you.” He seems even angrier now, you remember this look, it’s similar to the look he got when he lost the Quidditch house cup, except this seems more personal somehow. “They were talking about you, telling their stuck-up friends all the things he would do to you- calling you names and saying how he-” you see him clench his fists, his knuckles turning white. “He was telling them how he would-, bloody hell, I can’t even get it out of my mouth. But I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I, well, I may have punched him.” “You did what?” you ask him, not fully wanting to believe what he’s telling you. Sure, he get detention often enough, but never for fist fights, he doesn't get in fist fights. “I punched him, and I got into a fight with him and his friends.” The hesitance is back now, replacing his anger. “I’m sorry y/n, but I couldn’t stand him saying those kinds of things about you.” You smile a little, and he looks confused. “You got into a fight to defend my honour, Potter?” Your smile only growing. He only nods and you don’t hesitate to lean in, kissing him softly. You can still taste the blood on his tongue, but you don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either.

You shift over, and he pulls you in to straddle his lap once again. You give him a quiet “I love you” in between kisses. He doesn’t need to say it back this time, his actions having spoken louder than words.

[rotthepoet]

Theo likes to appear to be so nonchalant, so cool, so unbothered, as if he got everything under control. Like nothing can get under his skin but that's EXACTLY why it's so fun to tease him n test how much it'll take to watch his restraint snaps (which isn't much tbh) 😼🤞

Going in for a hug? We're just hugging him extra tightly, pressing our lower half against his lower region extra harder, n inhaling his scent and he KNOWS

Sitting on his lap? Well of course it just so happens that we're wearing one of his big sweater w nothing underneath and batting our lashes up at him 🌚 totally accidental and a silly innocent mistake on our part

Hours, days, weeks, I DONT CARE IM GOING TO TEASE THAT MAN AND WATCH HIS RESTRAINTS CRACK

Anyways, have a beautiful day pookie 💋

- 🎹

Queen. I wrote like half of this and then i accidentally deleted it all. Lets have a moment of silence 😔 … now that its passed THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME I LOVE YOU AND I’LL NEVER MAKE YOU WAIT THIS LONG AGAIN

The Quidditch team had a very, no, outrageously stupid idea. Each and every one of them would practice celibacy for the week of the upcoming championship game. Seven whole days without sex. This included your amazing, wonderful, slightly pretentious boyfriend Theodore.

This did not sit right with you.

In fact, it sat so not right with you that you couldn’t help but… sabotage this game.

At first it was small things, your touch lingering too long on his bicep or thigh. Shifting your hips a little too much when he spooned you. Licking stray cream from your fingers at dinner.

But that didnt seem to work, no, it seemed like Theodore Nott hadnt been affected at all!(and you don’t know this, but he is DYING inside trying to not fuck you then and there)

So on day three you amp it up a little. You caught him right after quidditch practice, sweat dripping down his nose, and eyes wide as you practically throw yourself at him. Normally you wouldn’t touch him before a shower, but fuck has 3 days without sex made you a mess. Plus. You had to win this game.

You throw your arms around his neck, and his eyes glance down just enough to see the lowcut top youre wearing as your tits press against his chest. He suppresses a groan as you jump into his arm, forcing him to grab the plush skin of your thighs to support you. You, being extra bold today, kissed the side of his neck, tasting his salty skin beneath your lips as you take a deep breath and shiver. Maybe you were horny, but he didnt smell nearly as bad as he usually did after practice. Thats the point he put you down, kissing your forehead. “Four more days, bella…” he mumbled against your skin, before he grabbed your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up at his dead eyes. “Knock it off or it’s going to be longer.”

“You wouldn’t last.”

“Oh, no. I’ll still be cumming. You just won’t be.”

His smirk as he walked off sent shivers down your spine and to the heat pooling in your panties.

On day five, you’ve had enough. You walked around your room, wearing nothing but a black, lacy thong and Theodores quidditch jersey. His name was proudly printed on the back, and you wore it like a badge of honor. And really, it was just too cute to not show off.

One text to Theo, asking for help on your DADA homework, and he was at your door in moments.

His face went a stark white the moment he saw you, his body shaking slightly from the overwhelming urge to take you right there.

You kissed his cheek in greeting, pulling him to a chair at your desk and sitting right down in his lap as usual.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice raw and cracking slightly as he forced his gaze away.

You only shift slightly, your ass pressed against his groin while he stifles a groan. “This is where I always sit. Everything okay, teddy?” You ask.

“Fuck this.”

And within a second, your cheek is being pressed against the wood of your desk as Theodore leans over you, rutting his clothed hips against your plush ass. You win the game, by the way, you win it for SEVERAL hours.

Theodore loses his shit when he learns that no one else participated in the game, and he could have been balls deep in his girl on day one.

[mountttmase]

Sweetheart

Note - so I wrote this in the way home from work after all the softness on the dash for masey 🥺 it’s super self indulgent and rushed and probably rubbish but I hope you guys like it 🩷

@yoursselo @tsimvkas @ithinkimokeei @saltyheartnightmare @harvestmount 🩷🩷🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 1.2k

Warnings - fluff

Leaving the office late used to be a rare occurrence, now it was the norm.

With the days getting longer and lighter you didn’t mind so much but when it was raining like it was right now you knew the trains would be packed and you wouldn’t be there early enough to get a seat. The weather had fooled you that morning and you were dressed in your favourite blazer but it offered you little protection from the rain so you were forced to stand the whole way home, crushed against someone else with your head under their arm while you dripped all over the floor

You made it home in one piece though. Letting yourself in and shunning yourself of your soggy clothes by the door as you didn’t want to walk through in the wet ones and luckily enough for you, Mason had thrown a hoodie of his over the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. His smell consuming you as you pulled it over your head to cover your body that was only clad in your underwear now and a sense of warmth hit you immediately.

You knew you wanted to see him right away, listening out for where he might be but the sound of the tv coming from the lounge made you head that way and your suspicions were confirmed when you found him sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket watching tv.

You knew you were lucky to have Mason, he was more than you could ever dream of, but getting to watch him like this when he was unaware made your heart thump and you felt overwhelmed with how much love you had for him.

You’d mentioned a few weeks ago about how you loved the hair style he had a year ago and now it was cut into the same one. A fluffy brunette mess sitting on top of his head that was still unstyled from his shower at training and all you could think about was running your fingers through it.

You couldn’t help but find everything he did adorable, the way his big brown eyes followed what was happening on the screen, the way he bit his lips absentmindedly and scrunched his nose as he focused on what was going on and you could have stood there for the rest of the night and just watching him in the dim lamplight.

He caught onto you being there soon enough though, his eyes snapping over to where you were standing as you moved a little further into the room and the way you both laughed as he held his hand out for you made your heart leap.

‘Hey sweetheart, when did you get in?’

‘Just now’ you smiled. Getting a better view of him in his favourite comfy clothes under his blanket and the sight made you smile even wider.

‘Oh yeah? I do hope you didn’t go to work dressed like that’ he laughed as he helped you into his lap. Wrapping the blanket around the both of you so your naked legs that were across his thighs were covered and you chuckled at his childishness.

‘Don’t worry, gorgeous. These legs are for your eyes only’ you teased, shivering as he placed a sweet kiss to your temple.

‘Good’ he winked. Squeezing your thigh as you cuddled into each other and you felt yourself relax instantly. ‘How was your day, love?’

The pair of you sat chatting for a little while. Filling him in on the carnage that your least favourite coworker had thrust upon your team that day and in turn he told you all about training. Laughing as he told you stories of how the team were still banging on at him about his goal and the joy on his face was infectious.

You’d missed this. Missed him being on a high from having a good game and scoring an amazing goal. Missed his animated features and as the pair of you both finally had something to say to each other. Knowing that Mason loved contributing something positive about his day which he hadn’t been able to do so much lately and you hadn’t realised you were staring at him until he stopped talking halfway through a sentence.

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Because’ you smiled, your hands coming up to cup his jaw before you playfully pinched his cheeks. ‘You’re so adorable, Masey’

‘Stop it’ he giggled, trying to shake his head away from you so you couldn’t carry on but you weren’t done with him yet. Placing your hands gently on the side of his face so you could make him look at you and it’s like you were falling for him all over again.

He looked so happy. Big brown eyes that made you feel like sunshine, a soft smile on his pretty lips as he looked up at you adoringly but it was the adorable blush over his cheeks and bridge of his nose that made your heart skip a beat. No matter how much Mason told you he didn’t like you making a fuss of him in that way you knew he secretly loved it. He was the king of physical touch, but he also loved to hear how much you loved him and clearly the mix of both right now was too much for him.

‘What’s gotten into you tonight? You’ve gone all soft'

‘I just love you. And I love coming home to you’ you whispered. Your eyes flickering over his features and you melted at the way he rested his cheek into your palm. ‘Moments like this, it makes it all worth it, right?’

‘I love you too’ he whispered, shutting his eyes momentarily before he was looking back up at you. ‘You’re always worth it, my love’ and when his eyes dropped to your lips you knew what he wanted.

It was one of the softest kisses you’d ever shared. No intent of taking things any further, just content with wanting to show each other how much you loved the other as you loving brushed your lips against his and when you lightly scratched over his stubble he giggled adorably onto your lips. In turn tickling your naked waist under his hoodie until you squirmed in delight and your giggles mixed together.

‘Have you eaten, sweetheart? It's getting late and I don’t want you going to bed hungry’ he told you and you felt yourself melt again.

‘Will you make me your special pasta?’ You asked shyly, knowing how happy it made him whenever you asked and it was worth it for the bright smile that adorned his lips.

‘Till the day I die, I’ll always make you my special pasta’ he professed, the pair of you laughing as he scooped you up under your legs and carried you off into the kitchen.

[doromoni]

I hate you , right? | GR63

George Russell x Red Bull Driver! y/n

warnings : swearing

Summary : George was a little too attractive after the summer break.

“Oh fuck off Russell! Are you blind? Side mirrors are there for a reason! Learn to fucking use it! You almost cost me my race, dickhead!”

Y/N L/N the first ever female driver for the Red Bull racing team, only through sheer determination and hardheadedness was she able to achieve such an amazing feat.

Being the only female on the grid was hard enough as it is with misogyny and sexism biting at her rear , but adding a British asshole really did put the cherry on top on the cake of ass-hattery that Formula 1 offered.

“Not my fault you drive like a fucking lunatic, that turn was mine and you know it L/N! maybe next time learn how to actually drive rather than depending on your car”

The two drivers are at each other’s faces yet again . This had been a normal event, that even the teams have grown accustomed to the shouts and curses of each driver — whether its swearing at each other in the Red Bull garage or nearly pouncing and succumbing to physicalities at Mercedes. Y/N L/N and George Russell are sworn enemies in and off the racing track.

They used to be friends, best friends even. Both driving for the Mercedes driver academy with George racing in F2 while Y/N in F3. When George won the F2 championship, earning himself a seat at Williams ; Y/N then was promoted to a seat in F2 . A year later Y/N had won her own F2 championship, but no F1 seat was offered in Williams nor in Mercedes to the female driver. Another year had passed, George was offered a seat at Mercedes while Mercedes had no news for Y/N L/N. That was until a seat was offered by Red Bull — giving a shock to the whole motorsport world. As Y/N raced for the Red and Blue team , she had flourished and proved everyone who doubted her wrong.

No one knew how George and Y/N’s rivalry exactly started , but all hell broke loose when George collided with Y/N during the 1st lap and both had DNFed the race.

Y/N was furious and snapped , storming into the Mercedes garage straight to where the English driver was standing still holding onto his racing helmet— shoving him with all her strength into the garage wall. Their faces almost touching as unpleasant words were exchanged ; rendering both teams speechless and leaving them with a horrendous PR mess to clean up.

This time was no different. Y/N and George were at each other’s throat, only this time it was Y/N pinned to the wall inside George’s driver room . George tightening his grip on the Red Bull driver’s waist, leaning his full body weight on the girl who was squirming for release.

“What even is the problem Y/N? We’re both on the podium and you’re team got a 1-2. Stop being a child, it’s racing! What do you expect”

“My problem is you Russell! You’re so careless and aggressive, we could’ve crashed again. You never changed, George , you’re still the fucking same!”

George’s eyes darken as his face drew even closer to the female driver— his voice like honey, dripping as it lowered an octave.

“Yeah?!And you changed so fucking much, I don’t even recognize you anymore Y/N! Now all I see is a bitch obsessed with winning. Tough luck! You’re Verstappen’s teammate, you will always be second.”

Not backing down , Y/n drew herself closer to the english driver ,enough that their noses where touching. A teasing yet derisive smirk formed on her lip, tongue darting out wetting her lips. Catching George’s eyes , as it glanced down towards y/n lips.

“Oh how rich! Coming from the guy who’s living in Lewis Hamilton’s bloody shadow. Like I care what you see me as , you were blind from the very beginning.“

A deep chuckle vibrated in George’s chest , drawing shivers up Y/N’s back , as he said

“ I hate you”

“No, duh Sherlock. I hate you more”

His eyes quickly darting from her eyes to her lips , as if contemplating something. Having enough of his antics and taking matters into her own hands, Y/N fisted his Fireproofs as she brought him down to her level. As their Lips almost touched , rapid knocks on the door distracted them from their daze.

Suddenly realizing their positions , Y/n pushed George away from her. Fuming, the female driver parted ways and left the Mercedes garage with a huff ; wrapping up the first race of the seond half of the season with glares and silent threats. Not realizing what was on each other’s mind

“ Such a rude mouth, what i’d do to shut that up and get a taste”

“I need to control myself. I was ready to pounce on George and have my way with him. Damn him and his perfect hair and golden skin”

The Red Bull and Mercedes driver starting the other half season with pent up anger and sexual tension thick enough to suffocate.

[norizz-nation]

Hey can you do Make up sex? Make you forget your dad is disappointed in you sex? For part three of " All His" 😝

That sounds so good! 😩

Click here to read part 2 sweethearts!

All his 💛 (Part 3)

Summary: you couldn’t stop stressing about the fact that your father, christian saw you with max but your boyfriend knows exactly how to take all your stress away

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, biting, dacryphilia, choking

“No it wont get better!” You shouted back at max who was standing in front of the fridge. “Y/n, baby if i talk to him. He will understand” he said while getting a bottle of water from the fridge. You just shook your head and closed your eyes shut. You couldn’t take this guilt anymore. It was too much for you. You felt a hand caressing your cheek. “Look at me y/n” max said. You looked up at him with tears forming in your eyes. “I just.. i cant take this anymore max. I know i disappointed him a lot. What if he never forgives me?” You asked, looking up at him.

Waiting for an answer. Waiting for him to fix it. Fix everything.

He then caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Y/n, my love. You can never disappoint someone. I know your dad isn’t talking to you but i know that he loves you so much. He can never be disappointed in you. You’re so perfect” he said. Somehow his words always made you feel better. You let out a sigh and nodded lightly. But yet, you were stressing about it. You pulled yourself away form his touch and stood in front of the big marble kitchen counter.

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt max snuggle his nose in the side of your neck. “I love you” he said, kissing your neck. Your body froze when his kisses went lower and lower. “I love you” he said, as he kissed your shoulder. “I love you” he said, as he kissed your lower back. Your whole body shivered when his cold hands went under your t-shirt. Running his hands up and down your back. “I love you” he said, as he kissed your ass cheek. You closed your eyes shut when max pulled your shorts down with his teeth.

Fuck. Him on his knees was something too hot.

You winced in pain when you felt a strong bite on your ass cheek. His breath on your ass made you buck your hips forward. “I love you” he murmured as his lips went in between your ass cheek. Your mouth hung open when you felt max giving you wet kisses. His kisses down there made you go crazy as your eyes rolled to the back. “Fuck” you said, biting on your bottom lip. His kisses became hungrier as he went deeper in between your ass cheeks.

He then stood up and pulled your one leg on top of the marble counter. It didn’t take much time for him to take off his clothes. "I love you" he said, as the tip of his dick teased your pussy. Rubbing it gently. You whined out when max pushed his dick inside your pussy. Making your toes curl. "Fuck!" you screamed out. Your head fell back and rested on his chest as he kept on thrusting his dick inside of you. He then wrapped his hand around your neck, gripping it tightly. You bit on your lip harder as you couldn’t take this staggering amount of pleasure anymore. "Oh fuck yes!" you screamed out those words. Your mind went blank. His breath on your ear was too much for you. His whimpers made you reach your edge fast. "F-fuck max! Im g-gonna cum already!" you whined out as tears formed in your eyes. Your grip on the corners of the kitchen counter got stronger. His breath got heavier and his dick twitched inside of you. He then pulled out making you whine. He then sat you on the kitchen counter and pulled your t-shirt off. Kissing you everywhere.

Your neck, your collarbone, your tits, your stomach. Everywhere.

You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His kiss was gentle but needy, for you. You both looked at how his dick twitched while rubbing on your already dripping wet clit. “Fuck please” you whispered as your forehead rested on his. You let out a loud moan when he pushed his dick inside you again. You closed your eyes shut as he thrusted inside of you. “Fuck fuck!” You whined out, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Y/n baby look at me” he said, breathlessly. You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Are you gonna cum?” He asked, looking at you straight in the eyes. You nodded as you whimpered quietly. “Cum for me then baby, cum for me” he said as his thrusts became sloppier. Your sweat mixed with his as you both reached the edge.

Max held you in his arms tightly after you both came down your high. You closed your eyes shut and rested your forehead on his. You caressed his jaw as his chest was heaving up and down. “I love you so much y/n. I will beg on my knees for you to your dad. I cant live without you y/n. I love you so much” he said breathlessly as his nose went red. You caressed his cheeks and kissed his forehead. You then wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Not letting go. You can never let him go. All you want is him. All he wants is you.

But will your father, christian understand?

Click here for part 4 sweethearts!

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

Tagging: @crlsummer @lichterfee @charmisticdisappointment @chrisdr3 @i-wish-this-was-me

[keikiri-kitten]

KATSUKI AND HIS GLASSES ★ NSFW

One thing about Katsuki that he will never admit is that he loves to fuck you with his glasses on. He knows you love it too. However you tease him. You say he looks nerdy or like his father. He hates that last one so much because he’s no one to be compared to in any capacity. So, he loves proving you wrong. If unsavory thoughts about him are filling your mind, he can fuck it out of you. He loves getting a clear view of watching the spent, frustrated look in your eyes as your face was trapped in his hands. Between a thumb and a middle finger, your cheeks are squished in his hold, suppressing your moans. There’s more attention paid to the tears welling in your eyes and the small hint of drippings creeping out of your nose that you have to sniffle. It makes him smirk. His other hand presses into your back to help your hips find the rhythm you lost while getting closer to the orgasm you both are chasing.

His kisses on your lips are bruising; they establish a confidence he only has when wearing his glasses. Though you’re riding him, he has the complete upper hand. He’s a good man to ride. Never does he want you to put in unnecessary work when you both achieve the same goal doing much less. He’s got you grinding on the base of his cock, lazily enjoying the fluttering your cunt does around him. A shivering hand of yours wraps around his wrist while the other plants firmly onto his chest. His hand forces you to keep a consistent pace but he’s taunting you the whole time. “What’s the matter, yer not talking now?” He growls against your lips, noses brushing together. His hand swiftly scoops underneath his shirt that you’re wearing to grip a hip of yours. Just looking at his red eyes pierce through those lenses and stare at you made your hips quiver but, he doesn’t let up. “Fuckin’ speak,” he whispers against your skin before shutting his eyes and choking out a groan, “spoiled girl.”

You try. You really do. You want so badly to speak but your breaths are too shallow to voice anything. It’s been a compilation of light breaths and repressed moans since the start. He’s not actually asking you to say anything. This is Katsuki. He really isn’t going to get anything out of you anyway with his cock shoved that deep inside of you. There’s a brassy smack that could be heard throughout the bedroom you were in. His hand tightly wraps your ass. While he doesn’t demand words, he demands something. It provokes a whine, giving him a kiss that he would classify as bratty. Your lips crash against his so forcefully that to him it feels like you are simply trying to get it over with. It’s only a tease to you but as he pulls away, you can see the narrowed glare he gave you.

“Kiss me like you fuckin’ mean it or I’ll leave you like this,” he threatens. It’s impulsive of him, but the hand that’s around your face drops to your neck, bringing you in for a more attentive, gentler kiss. It’s a kiss that melts you into the firmness of his chest and puts a halt to your hips. The brief pause makes his cock twitch in ache, making him slowly roll his hips up into you. With a kiss so good, he wasn’t going to make his good girl do all the work. Katsuki wasn’t a lazy in any sense of the word and he sure as well wasn’t in bed. Funny how you went from a spoiled girl to a good girl and he wouldn’t say it, but you’re simply here for the ride.

He groans in desperation, wanting to cum already. Your hand rides down his chest to the sides of his smooth, velvety waist with the other reaching higher. The hero’s cautious of what the hell you have planned but when you take his glasses off and put them on your own eyes, his eyes grow) and so does the ache in his dick). There’s a complete stop from his body as he drinks your image in, vermilion eyes slowly trail all over your face. He’s stunned. You look absolutely beautiful with his glasses on and he won’t even try to hold back on that sentiment. Though he doesn’t have to when you could feel his opinion inside of you. “Do I look good in them?” You speak for the first time since he ripped your panties off. Your words are fatigued and breathless. Honestly, you don’t have to ask.

This time the words were ripped out of Katsuki’s throat as he finally let yours go. His eyes grown wide at the sight of you. “Can you see out of ‘em?”

You nod.

Then your back suddenly meets the mattress. Katsuki’s quick to have your legs wrapped around his waist. “Good,” he grumbles with a sadistic smirk before continuing to plow his hips into you. His face dives into your neck with his hands pressed firm into the sheets. His kisses to your neck are delicate, running down your jaw and shoulder. Your arms wrap around his neck loosely, feeling his hair brush against your forearms. But it’s not enough for you.

“Look at me,” you pout, immediately forcing him to pull his head from your shoulder to frown at your expression.

The hero gifts you a sweet, slow kiss before looking into your eyes. He shivers when feeling the palms of your hands cup his cheeks, a warm red blush on his face. “Fuckin’ spoiled girl.” There it is again. You suppose you can’t complain. He smiles when he says it. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Look at me and make me cum.” Does he hear that correctly? That’s such a mind altering request, he doesn’t think he ever had the chance to hear something like that.

“I fuckin’ love you.”