#tw.oral

[heavensgxte]

Besieged part II

part one

tw - noncon, forced marriage, pregnancy mentions, breeding kink, blowjobs, naoya being naoya and being an asshole. naoyas shitty excuse of foreplay. not beta read

wc- 2.1k

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a/n- hey…how y’all doin. don’t hate me for posting this over two years later lolol i honestly didn’t think i’d ever get back to this but. i have had been on a writing kick lately. i hope my skills haven’t completely disappeared. thank you for all the love for part one.

You wake up the next morning, covered in dry cum. You feel its presence still very much so stuffed into your cunt. You also feel a warm body draped over yours, looking over at the table you do see a glass of water. You also feel a flaccid cock you must have been warming all night long.

Did he really fuck you until he passed out? You reason he probably did. You look towards the window to find the sun just beginning to rise, not being able to stop the few tears that escape your eyes, a true moment to yourself, sort of. For the last week, the weight of your situation settles, is this really how you’re going to spend the rest of your life?

Eventually, you reckon you had silently cried yourself back to sleep. It was the fact that when you had come to again, your now husband wasn't sprawled out on top of you. But a maid with a worried look on her face gently tapping you awake. Telling you it was time to change the bedding, her skittish voice starting to pull away the curtains of grogginess out of your system.

You make sure to give her a warm smile, nodding and giving a soft thank you. Making a mental note to treat the staff nicely, showing them you are nothing like that vile man you have been legally bound to.

The maid turns away to give you privacy as you move your sore body to plant your feet on the cold floor. Seeing a note laying on your bedside table, picking it up you read it over. “I will be attending my own duties until mid-day, don’t bother me, I shall come find you when I deem it is time. Don’t miss me too much <3” You scoff crumpling the note and tossing it where you found it.

Shivering you pull on the robe nearby, letting the soft fabric hug your frame, giving another smile to the maid, you make your way to the washroom and out of her way. You spot the shower and take a better look at the elegant room. The ofuro and shower separated, traditional yet modern touches adjourning the room. Both bathing options are definitely big enough for two, you mentally note that he had done that on purpose. Looking between the two options, a soak in the ofuro seemed more tempting, something to soothe your aching body from the rough treatment you had taken last night.

Taking a good look in the mirror as you begin to fill up the bath, your eyes widen at the state of your body. Darkened marks adorn your neck and chest, accompanied by bite and scratch marks decorating your thighs and waist. Is he even human? You surely don’t remember the sex being this animalistic, but your fucked out brain probably drifted off after your second or third orgasm you presume.

Hopefully he isn’t this insatiable every night. The thought sends shivers down your spine, keeping yourself distracted by adding salts and herbs you had found sitting out into the steaming water.

Carefully stepping in and letting the warmth consume you, you close your eyes and lean your head back, letting daydreams run through your weary head as you lean it against the edge of the appliance. Near dissociation when.

The brash opening of the door rips you out of your thoughts, you hear his footsteps before you see him round the corner quickly. Ripping you out of your dream-like state, sending your nervous system into fight or flight mode, a shrill gasp emitting from you.

“Ah ha there you are. I was wondering if you were going to wake up or not before the sun went down.” Naoya says as if it was a matter of fact. Cat like eyes trying to peer beneath. “I was looking all over for my little wife.” The man poses with a faux stretch. “I got done with my duties early, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of the evening playing with my new toy.” He begins to shed his daily attire.

Sighing, but not quite in defeat you close your eyes and begin to mutter “well excuse me for trying to take even a bath by my-”

Before you could even finish the sentence, you heard it before you felt it. A smack resounding in the room before your hand flies to your face to soothe the stinging pain. Shocked with wide eyes you avert your profile to him.

You are met with a stern look to his amber eyes, face unreadable. “I will tolerate little from you. I knew choosing you there would be some pushback, a stubborn woman such as yourself. However,  you are smart enough to know and follow expectations regarding being my wife. I do not tolerate back talk. The rumors surrounding my clan are indeed true. We expect traditional wives. You will be absolutely no different.”

Flabbergasted you cannot control your rising emotions as they burst through the seams. “Expectations?! Guidelines?! I didn’t even want this!” No, you will not cry. Not in front of him.

A strong hand grips your face, a force even pulling you from the ofuro. “This. Isn’t. About. You.” Venom laced in his words as he shook your head back and forth. “I don’t care what you want. Surprise wife! You are here for me and me alone. That is your purpose in your pathetic life. Serve me. Warm my bed. Be my personal fuckhole. And bare me an heir. Speaking of fuckholes….” Naoya mumbles. Fumbling around with the cloth on his body. Slipping all of it off, the light illuminating off of his body, accentuated by the steam.

You’d be lying to yourself as to say he did not have a nice body. He did, and a nice cock, 7 and a half inches or so with decent girth and a perfect curve. You would know, the entire night the damn thing was inside of you, you are now very much so used to it.

To add on to his earlier statement, you are being gripped by the nape of the neck, Naoya standing on the stool you use to step into the tub, but he’s not stepping on.

“Open that whore mouth my dear beloved.” How can someone’s words be so venomous yet patronizing?

Taking a moment to process you don’t even see his hand come down to pinch your left nipple, the gasp parting your lips is all he needs to shove it in between your parted lips. Going slow and taking your time is not your dear husband's forte, obviously. As he is instantly gripping the sides of your slippery cheeks and moving his hips to fuck his cock farther and farther down your throat. Your gags, and spluttering echo to and fro through the bathroom, along with the sound of his balls, slapping your chin, pulsing with the need for release.

Though the man above you is groaning, face scrunched up in concentration and pleasure. He protests a moment. “No, no no, fuck, no, need your cunt. Gimme…” Naoya begins to mumble, pulling you up by your arm from the ofuro. “Bend over the edge, yeah, yeah just like that.”

You know it’s futile to argue, and you can’t deny, that he does feel good, is that why your body is betraying you when you arch yourself over the edge of the bathroom appliance? Why you don’t kick and scream when you feel him spread your cheeks to get an adequate view of your cunt glistening with bath water, slightly covered in suds from your attempt of relaxation? Is it that deep down you know that submitting to him is your best option right now? Can you really do this for the rest of your life? In such a compromising position, your thoughts run wild.

All thoughts stop racing through your mind when you feel the head of his cock push in through your tight hole. Shaky trembling hands gripping your hips tightly. Naoya’s head is also whirring in pleasure, just like yours.

“Fuck fuck it’s just as tight as last night.” A sigh emits his mouth. As if his cock in your pussy could melt all his stresses and worries away. Fuck. Is all that he can formulate. Using his hands to bring you back and forth on his erection. A moan threatens to emit from your mouth before you cover it with your hand, no you cannot give him that satisfaction. Biting down on your hand for some semblance of control.

A semi cold hand finds its way to your warm slick breast, a hardy squeeze as he brings up his tempo. “Y-yeah” he groans. “Take it, like you’re meant to. All you’ll ever be good for anyways.” Naoya growls, speeding up his thrusts. Biting down on your shoulder. Angling his hips to hit deep inside your cunt over and over your G-spot. You swear you can feel him in your chest at this point.

Your hand falls to the edge of the tub squeezing the edge in an attempt to ground yourself from the new found angle. You do not want to give him the satisfaction of his use of your body as his own personal fuck-hole, that he could make you cum from the treatment as well.

“Fu- shit. You’re milking me you bitch!” His teeth detach from your shoulder, his hand gathering at the crown of your head to hold onto your hair and bring his body towards him. “Look at me.” The blond demands. Pace never falters. “A fucking mess from a little fucking.” He hisses. “Who owns you?”

As if he can talk, he’s practically panting and drooling like an animal in heat. The latter question sparks a flood of defiance in you, moving your head side to side.

“Tell me who you belong to if you wanna cum. Otherwise, you can just suck me off and I'll finish all over that pretty face. I don’t fucking care.”

You jolt in surprise as you feel his hand on your clit, lithe fingers swirling the bud. Teasingly coming and going each time you tighten around him. The itch that needs to be scratched is becoming a far bigger problem. Your inhibitions going out the window.

I mean, it's four words, it can't hurt right? Just this once you reason.

“I belong to…” You muster the reward of Naoya’s fingers rubbing your bundle slightly faster. The sounds of your moans and his hips slapping yours echoing in the bathroom.

“G-go on I can’t hold out much longer, stupid cunt feels too good.”

“I-I Belong to y-you! Na-Naoya!” You finally snap at the same time your husband increases the pace of both his fingers and thrusts. Your cunt squeezing him so tight he can barely pull out to go back in, your release exiting out of your spent pussy, splashing on Naoya’s pelvis.

“Too tight, too tight SHIT!” The man curses, pushing himself practically against your womb as you hear him growl, squeezing your body to him so tightly not even paper could come between.

You feel the final twitch as you come down from your high. Warm spurts of cum filling you to the brim.

Naoya pulls out slightly wincing as his spent cock falls out. Mesmerized seeing his pearly cum in your thoroughly abused pussy. Two fingers wasting no time to push it deeper. “I-it has to take. You need to be knocked up.” He pants, as you turn your head worried eyes widening. “Need to make sure you can’t leave. Even if you tried.” The latter part of the sentence comes out more dark as the former.

As you sit and lament over what just happened. Naoya steps beside you to drain the tub, leaving half the water before he fills it again with warm water. You look at him quizzically, he pays no mind, checking the water. Adding some salt and soap to the bath.  Before lifting you up and setting you in without a word. “I have one more errand to attend to.” He exclaims redressing himself. “I will be eating dinner with you. Your husband says before leaving the bathroom. Not waiting for a response from you.

Shock leaves your system. Did he just… Do something nice for you? You won’t say it’s the best aftercare, but honestly you thought he was just going to leave you on the cold tiled floor. Warmth creeps up to your heart at the gesture. You shake your head, scolding yourself. You cannot fall for crumbs. Never for him, anyone but him.

You can figure something out, you reason. Find a way to leave and keep your family safe at the same time. Change your names, move out of the country, something! You cannot stay here, if you don’t leave now. You will be stuck under his heel forever.

#tw.noncon #naoya zenin #naoya zenin x reader #jjk smut #naoya x reader #jjk x you #jjk fanfic #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere jjk #yandere naoya #tw.yandere #tw.forced marriage #tw.breeding #tw.breeding kink #tw.oral #tw.pregnancy

[yandere-writer-momo]

I keep having this spicy writing idea in my head so imma finally tell you so it can stop haunting me. I hope you enjoy it!

I can definitely see some of the Baki characters (like for example Jack) just accidentally overestimating their s/o. Like they start off thinking that this is gonna be like the other times but they quickly realize how pent up they are and just keep going while praising s/o for taking it and apologizing for overestimating them as they're just holding s/o's hips or something and pounding away.

*overstimulating

Minors Do Not Interact

Tw: Overstimulation, loss of virginity

🌶️ Yandere Baki Head Canons 🌶️

Yandere Jack Hanma losing his virginity

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Jack would overstimulate his partner because it’s a new sensation. Sex is completely new to him so when he first enters your wet warmth, he is overcome in pleasure. He never knew it could feel so good.

You blew his mind when you gave him head for the first time. Your small hands pumping him up and down to make up for all your mouth and throat could fit but this was new… it was tighter, more intimate. And he couldn’t get enough.

He gives time for you to adjust to the stretch before he gave one single, shallow thrust. And with that one singular movement, something in his brain snapped. Instinct took over and he began to ploughing his hips into yours.

His hands tightly grabbed your hips and angled you so he could go as deep as he possibly could. He had to give you everything he had since you have given him all of you. Jack wanted to own you, to be yours completely and fully. And what better way then to be in your guts where no one has been before?

You’re screaming and crying while he shushes you with his lips. His tongue shoved deep into your mouth to wrestle with your weak one. Jack can’t get enough of the way you clench against him and of how warm you are… you’re so soft and perfect. You’re a dream that he never wants to wake up from.

When he finally comes undone, you can feel him dump the biggest load into you as he lightly sinks he teeth into the junction of your neck. You felt even more full with this hot warmth while Jack pulled you as close to him as he could, his body trembled above yours. He was closer to you than anyone else in this world… Jack was all yours now and you were his.

Jack admired the mess he made of you, he licks up the blood that trickles from the bite marks he left on your neck. Quite apologies spill from his lips as he holds you close. He loved you… he loved you so much and he never would let you go.

Jack would chase you to hell and back so long as it’s always his arms that catch you.

#tw.overstimulation #tw.oral #baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #female reader #baki jack hanma #jack hanma baki #jack hanma x reader #jack hanma #gender neutral reader #male reader #yandere baki #yandere #yandere fic #yandere imagine #baki headcanons #baki dou #baki #grappler baki #yandere jack hanma

[kentocidal]

she could ride my face (i don’t want nothin’ in return)

sangonomiya kokomi x gn!reader

cws: face sitting, sleepy activities, kokomi gets the love she deserves, use of pet names (baby, babe, honey, etc.) established relationship, post-war

a/n: haha it’s good to be back. reblogs >>> likes. do not recommend my work on t/ikt/ok.

“honey… you need to come to bed. please.” you spoke softly, leaning against the doorway to kokomi’s office, rubbing your eyes.

the scratching of the pencil on parchment finally stopped for the first time in hours, and your pretty general’s face finally lifted from her work.

she blinked at you as if she hadn’t seen you, as if you hadn’t been standing there for five minutes, maybe ten, watching her. the crease between her brows finally smoothed, her tense shoulders falling.

“ah, what time is it?” she murmured, trying to look around towards the windows while you approached her messy desk.

“it’s late, honey. too late. you haven’t been sleeping, you need to rest.” you reached across her desk and cupped her cheek, making her look at you.

she blustered a bit, as if this wasn’t a common occurrence, and kept her gaze averted. “i have work to do.”

“nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“but i have deadlines-“

“we are no longer constricted by time, honey.” you rubbed your thumb over her cheekbone before resting it on her bottom lip to really get her attention. “you’re worked up. the war is over, no one is in danger. you’re allowed to get things to your secretaries late. they work for you, not the other way around.”

“but-“

“kokomi.” you shook your head and offered a smile. “you think too much. you’re overtired. come to bed.”

kokomi clearly thought about it for a moment, eyes boring into your own, before she lifted her hand to rest it over yours where it sat on her cheek. “you’re right.”

“i know.” your smile only grew as she let her shoulders drop, and let herself muzzle into your hand.

“i’m tired, and yet i’m so awake.” she blinked up at you, biting her lip. “i will be up for a while.”

“i can help you, as always.”

and so that is how you ended up on your back, watching your beautiful wife crawl over you, only in her night shirt. she yawned as she sat up and stretched her arms over her head, straddling your middle and letting her shirt drape loosely over her tits. “baby, are you sure you-“

“yes,” was your instant reply, your hands moving to her thighs. you were tired too, honestly, but staying up for her was worth it when you were going to have her pretty pussy in your face.

“and you don’t want-“

“you know it’s fine.” you shook your head and wet your lips, squeezing her pale thighs softly. “please, just- you know.” your face burned. even after all this time, you still got shy, and so did she, if her pink face was any indicator.

you licked your lips as she shifted forward on her knees towards your face, tearing her eyes away from yours to get a safe hold on the headboard the moment she was truly hovering over you.

you tapped your fingers on her thighs, silently begging her to finally lower herself down. she was wet, glistening in the candlelight of your shared room, practically glowing.

you both took a deep breath in as she sunk her weight down, and then you could finally taste her- sickeningly sweet, salty, delicious. you moaned against her pussy, making her suck a sharp breath into her lungs as your nose was pressed to her clit.

you wasted no time, broad strokes of your tongue against her hole, hands moving to grab at the backs of her thighs and her ass to really get her to sit down.

her moans were soft and breathy; she never got particularly loud in bed, but you knew what she liked, and her body always told a story. she was rolling her hips down against your face in no time, grinding her clit along your tongue and your nose and you felt droplets of your spit mixed with her juices drip down your chin and trail along your neck.

your head spun. whether it was from getting drunk on the taste of her, or the lack of air in your lungs, it didn’t particularly matter. you had your girl’s pretty hands in your hair, gripping it harshly as she hunched over you.

you felt her start to clamp down hard on your tongue, her pussy fluttering as you made out with it. she panted heavily, hair hanging in her face, soft cries of your name and “please, please, almost, baby please-“ had you squirming and pressing your thighs together.

she whimpered the minute your lips wrapped around her pretty clit, two of your fingers hooking into her hole, and that was what did her in; she gasped and shook, clenching down hard on your fingers and soaking your hand and the bottom half of your face with her juices. you were quick to start slurping it up, sighing happily at the taste of it. you could never get enough of your wife. never.

she tugged at your hair again to finally let you know to stop, her legs shaking as she lifted herself up and fell unceremoniously to her side next to you, panting and giggling at your expression and wet face.

“you’re so good at that, baby.” she whispered as she put a hand on your chest and leaned to kiss you, dirty lips and all. you kissed her right back, love drunk and exhausted.

“i only do what makes you feel good. you ready to finally sleep?”

“aren’t you going to clean up first?”

“you can help me with that, honey.”

#sangonomiya kokomi #sangonomiya kokomi x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #ch. kokomi #kokomi <3 #genshin women #woodrow.txt #tw.ns/fw #tw.oral

[croimilis]

private show

title: private show

characters: peter parker x stark!avenger!reader

rating: 18+

words: 8k

theme: smut, porn with minor plot, a little sweet moment between reader, shang-chi and america

warning: smut, filthy smut, alcohol. titty job, oral (m and f receiving),hair pulling, praise, thigh riding, fingering, nipple play, reader has nipple piercings, p in v sex, unprotected sex (please assume some type of other contraception is used), multiple orgasms (both m and f), cum swallowing, peters a bit of  perv, mentions of birth control, creampie, dom!peter, confident!peter, cum eating, cum play, peter calls reader ‘princess’ maybe a little too much, soft!peter, aftercare, a little bit of subdrop

summary:  “turn down the lights and watch my private show”

you notice peter has an obsession with your tits, so you offer to give him a private show

tags: @xoxabs88xox​

a/n: all characters are 18+ (specifically 21 as there is drinking mentioned), this was meant to be short and sweet, but i’m slowly learning i cannot do anything in moderation and it is most definitely the most filthy smut i have ever written

He was staring again, his eyes following you throughout the room from the moment you entered. You could feel them burning into your skin as you walked, greeting various benefactors and members of the Avengers with you arm wrapped around Tony’s, to be specific you could feel them burning into the skin of the cleavage you had exposed in your deep cut dress where the ‘v’ almost reached your belly button.

It wasn’t the first time you had noticed Peter staring at your boobs, it was one of many over the last couple of months and you were sure he was staring long before it came to your attention and you don’t know how you didn’t notice sooner. After all, Peter Parker was not discreet in any way shape or form outside of his role as Spiderman.

When you first noticed it was soon after you had gotten your nipples pierced, much to your fathers horror and everyone else's amusement as Tony freaked out about his ‘sweet innocent little angel falling into temptations’ despite knowing you had not been innocent since the age of 16 when you asked him to go on birth control specifying why (he looked like he was ready to drop dead at that very second while Peper just looked on with an amused smile).

Given the pain of the piercings, you were reluctant to wear a bra for the first few days and instead floated about in loose tank tops and camis that were just tight enough to show your new piercings but not enough that it would hurt. This particular day, you were sitting at the kitchen island of the compound just scrolling on your phone as you waited for Tony and Bruce to be finished in the lab because you were supposed to be heading out to lunch with your dad.

As Peter walks into the kitchen, you flash him a smile and give a small “”hey” in greeting before turning your eyes back to your phone. Peter on the other hand could not keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tried. In general, Peter thought you were stunning, this complete otherworldly creature that he could only describe as heavenly and he was completely and utterly infatuated from the moment he saw you all those years ago when he first joined the Avengers at the young of age of 16, that was 5 years ago now and he was still completely enamoured with you. Probably even more so now that he actually knew you as a person.

But recently Peter has become completely obsessed with a particular part of your body, he just couldn’t help himself. It seemed that every time you were around his eyes would drift towards your chest and stay there for much longer than was deemed polite, though he was sure that by even looking he was way past the point of politeness, and today was no different.

Especially with the way the bars of your new piercings were pushing against the fabric of your shirt, as if inviting him to have a look and he couldn’t look away, not as you greeted him, not as he leaned against the kitchen counter while eating the apple he had lifted, not as you tell him about the newest article about Spiderman and (hero name) and how there’s rumours the two are sleeping together or romantically involved and snort at some of the comments being made about the two of you, and not as Tony walks into the room to take you for your lunch. He prays to every god that could exist, including Thor and Loki, that you don’t notice the way his eyes suddenly snap up to your face as you give him a goodbye, like all the other times he stares he hopes you don’t notice.

But unlike all the other times before, you notice this time. You had actually looked up from your phone for a split second to try and read Peter’s expression as you tell him about the news article you were reading and had noticed that while he was listening, he was focused on something other than your voice and he was not being discreet about it with the way his eyes lingered and a light flush dusted his cheeks a lovely shade of pink.

Instead of questioning him, you simply smirk and look back down to your phone, a small blush spreading across your cheeks at the attention. After all, similar to Peter, you harboured an attraction to him from the first time you met at 16 years old but never thought it was reciprocated in any way but now you knew you were going to have fun with it.

After that you started noticing him staring more often.Like that one time after training with Natasha when you were in nothing but a sports bra and pair of athletic shorts, he seemed to be watching the way the sweat that had gathered on your body was dripping down between your cleavage with such intensity you could almost feel his gaze burning into our skin. That day you had to suppress a smirk and pretend like you were just getting a headache as Nat turned to you with a weird look and asked what was up, after all just because you knew didn’t mean everyone else had to know.

Or that time you were at an Avengers themed Halloween party some fraternity at your college was throwing and you had gone as Black Widow, taking one of Nats old cat suits and adjusting it to your body measurements to do so. Still, even with adjustments the suit was tight around your chest and squeezed your breasts together in a way that made sure they would be hard to miss. You had meet up with Peter (obviously dressed as Spiderman) and MJ (who refused to participate but still wore an Avengers t-shirt) at the party and immediately noticed how Peter’s eyes drifted to your chest before they bounced back to your eyes, a flush spreading across his cheeks as he stuttered out a greeting and practically choked on his own spit causing MJ to turn to him with a ‘wtf’ look and a “dude are you okay?”

You simply batted your eyelashes at him, inwardly grinning to yourself, and asked in your most innocent voice, “Yeah, Pete. You okay?” Peter swore he was going to die that very second had it not been for Flash (who was dressed up as Spiderman as well, though he claimed his looked more authentic despite the fact that Peter was simply wearing one of his old costumes) coming up and stealing your attention from Peter with a “(Y/N)! You’re looking great.”

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There were moments like that scattered throughout the few months since you had noticed him staring for the first time, all of them leading up to this night and your choice of dress. Natasha and Wanda had helped you pick it out, a gorgeous black that hugged close to your figure and showed off all your curves beautifully with a deep deep ‘v’ neckline that showed of your tits like they were pieces of art to be shown off, Tony had nearly had heart failure when he had seen you in it for the first time a week earlier as he walked in on Pepper adjusting the length for you. Which to you, meant it was absolutely perfect for what you wanted it for.

Your eyes roam  around the room for a bit, your arms wrapped around Tonys as talks to another benefactor and Admiral Simpson or something like that, you had stopped caring three Admirals ago, looking for Peter. When your eyes finally meet his, you smile and excuse yourself from the conversation to go and join him at the large window showing off the lights of New York below.

Peter is standing by himself, occasionally bringing the beer in his hand to his mouth to take a sip. These events weren’t really his scene, while Peter loved a good party he hated the formality around the Avengers events and so he usually kept to himself and relegated himself to a corner of the room where he could nurse a beer the whole night and just watch as the party slipped by him. Sometimes you joined him in his corner, bringing cheesy jokes and conversations that kept his mind busy, other times the two of you would escape and he would take you swinging around the city and you would end up sitting on some random rooftop his suit jacket wrapped around your shoulders to fight of the cold as you ate some of the best pizza greasy New York had to offer.

It seemed this night you decided to just join him, lifting a champagne flute from the tray of a waiter as they passed you by and downing its contents in second leaving a red residue behind from your lipstick. You stand in front of him, a small smile on your face as you do so and greet him with a gentle “hey” that he reciprocated, though you have to stop your smile from turning into a smirk as his eyes moved down your face and across your body, fully taking you in, lingering a little too long on your chest.

As Peter greets you, eyes quickly snapping up to meet yours, you let out a small chuckle and reach a hand out, wrapping it gently around his wrist and slowly moving it up her arm as you lean close to his ear, your chest pressing against his lightly as you do so.

“If you like staring at my tits so much, why don’t I give you a private show?” You smirk to yourself and bite down on your bottom lip, you were so close you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks as the blush spread across his face rapidly.

You remove your hand from his bicep, slowly trailing it up his shoulder as you walk behind Peter, your chest now very flush with his back, you keep going your hand now gently wrapped around Peter’s neck as you tilt his head upwards so he’s looking at ceiling and you lips are right beside his ear, “Meet me in my room in 30 minutes”

You would go now, but the party had only started and as the daughter of the host it would be rude of you to not make the rounds, have at least 1 drink and socialise a bit with the other avengers, and maybe just maybe you wanted to torment the poor soul just a little. You remove your hand from Peter's neck and fully turn away from him, instead facing the bar and you smile at Natasha, who was behind the bar as usual much preferring to work at these events than have to socialise and who was already preparing a (preferred drink) for you.

As you approach, she cocks and eyebrow and gives you a sly but questioning look as if she knew exactly what you were up to., placing the drink down on the counter in front of you. “What are you doing that poor boy?”

You simply roll your eyes and lift the drinking, bringing it to your lips, eyes ghosting over to where Peter now stood in shock with a bright blush spreading across his cheeks and his head whipping from side to side to make sure no one else had seen what had happened. “I have no idea what you’re talking about Nat.”

“Uh-uh, as if you couldn’t cut the sexual tension between the two of you with a butterknife.” You snort at her comment, leaning your back against the bar and placing your elbows on it as well for extra stability in your heels as Nat leans on the bar at your side, arms crossed over the counter and her head tilted towards you, “Just make safe choices, we don’t need any little Iron Spiderlings running around.”

This time you roll your eyes at her comment and down the rest of your drink, your eyes finding a very nervous looking Shang-chi and America being hounded by a bunch of benefactors who want to know simply everything about the pair, well more specifically about what they could do. You push yourself of the bar and turn to Nat to place a kiss to her cheek, “I always make safe choices Nat,” Natasha rolls her eyes at you as she leans into the kiss and you give her a cheeky smile as you make your way over to the nervous pair and the five or six benefactors surrounding them.

“Okay, why don’t we give them some space to breathe?” The benefactors all turn to look at you at the sound of your voice, your eyes are narrowed into a glare, your face hardened and arms crossed over your chest, even if they didn’t know what exactly you were capable off and the fact that you could kill them all twice over in just a few seconds they would still be intimidated from your look alone, after all your glare could rival Medusas and turned most people into living statues as they stared at you in fear, a skill you have to thank Natasha for. They all gulp down their fear, shuffling away from Shang-Chi and America with nervous looks on their face and all muttering some form of “of course Miss. Stark” or “sorry Miss.Stark.”, preferring to use your real name over your hero name as if refusing to address you as your hero name gave them some sort of power over you.

You kept the glare on your face until the last of them disappeared out of your sight, instead going to bother some other members of the Avengers (probably Sam and Bucky) who would have no problem either entertaining them or telling them to fuck right off. As the last one disappears, you drop the glare and turn to Shang-Chi and America with a soft smile and nothing but kindness in your eyes. “You guys okay?”

America says nothing and just nods her head as she wrings her hands together nervously and Shang-chi gulps down his nerves and answers you, “Yeah..we’re…we’re good.” With a chuckle you realise they were scared of you and you reach out a hand to take Americas, rubbing soft circles against her skin as you do so to try and ease her nerves, “Relax, that look is reserved for those vultures and the press.”

Shang-Chi nods his head and you can see the tension leave his shoulders slightly, though not completely, and you can feel some of the tension leave America as she winds her fingers in with yours as a form of comfort. “Other then those guys, how are you guys?”

A shaky breath leaves Shang-Chi lips, “Nervous,” you nod along to him and hum softly in response, “Your first event is always the hardest, but you get used to them after a while and you learn how to tell those dicks to fuck off without feeling guilty about it.” America lets out a giggle at your words and you smile at her, she’s a sweet girl and being around the age you were when you first joined the Avengers you felt a sisterly need to look after her.

You spend the next 20 minutes just talking to the pair, calming their nerves and reassuring them that they were going to be fine. Every Avenger in the room had their backs and all it would take is one word and they would handle anyone giving them bother, especially Stephen Strange who had formed an attachment to America.

Once their nerves were calmed she started to get to know each other a little more, you talked about your mothers and how much you adored and missed them, Shang-Chi told you about Ta Lo and America told you about the Utopian parallel universe she was from and you spoke about the small cottage in the middle of nowhere your mother raised you in, surrounded by nothing but woods and nature, it was your perfect little corner of the world untouched by anyone else until she got sick. It was nice to talk about, most people you spoke to about your mother always showed sympathy and seemed to focus on the the loss rather than who she was as a person, but Shang-Chi and America wanted to know about her, about your life with her, not the grief, not the loss, but the good moments, the memories you shared with her and the love.

The conversation shifts quickly as Shang-Chi and America start to discuss some movie they had both seen that weekend, and you take that moment to excuse yourself from the pair as you notice Peter slip out of the room. You make your way towards the back of the room, skirting the edges and disappearing into the shadows as you do making it easy for you to slip out of the room without being noticed by most people, the only ones that do are Natasha and Bucky and they share a knowing look and small smirk before they turn back to their conversation.

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As quickly as you slip into your room, you’re slammed against the cool metal of the door as it slides closed behind you with a hand roughly grabbing at your hips and another slamming against the door at the side of your face effectively trapping you against it. Your eyes instantly snap up to meet with Peter’s, his pupils blown wide and full of lust, you simply smirk up at him and bite down on your lip.

He’s so close, pressing his body against yours and you can feel the bulge that is barely contained by his dress pants pressing against you, can feel the rippling muscles of his abdomen as they press against your chest and his hot breath against your face as he leans in towards yu, yet still you want him impossibly closer to you. The desire that has been boiling away inside you these past few months finally bubbling over and igniting every nerve ending in your body, leaving you consumed by want, by need.

Your own breath starts to come out heavy and laboured as the desire begins to pull in your stomach, especially as Peter squeezes at your hips and slowly starts to move his hand upwards, ghosting over your torso and going higher and higher until his palm is barely touching the side of your breast while his fingers gently dug into your rips.

“I believe you owe me a show princess.”

You were used to the term ‘princess’ being thrown around when discussing you, usually by the press or by the people who thought you got everything handed to you by Tony since you were introduced to the world as his daughter at your 18 birthday. The people who called you princess used the word like a knife in an attempt to cut into you and see you bleed so they could inject their venom directly into your blood and turn you into the bitchy socialite they wanted you to be, that way they would be justified in their horribleness towards you.

But Peter’s tone did not hold any venom it, his voice had not be sharpened into a knife edge meant to dig into your skin, Instead it was honey rich and smooth and slipped off his tongue almost like a prayer, warming you from the inside and sending another pang of desire rolling through your bones.

Peter steps back from you, his arms moving from your side and waist but despite the absence you can still feel their lingering warmth through the fabric of your dress, and he sits himself down on the edge of your bed with his forearms against his thighs as he leans forward slightly and regards you with an intense, almost predatory gaze.

It sends a shiver down your spines and warmth to your core and the intensity of the look causes your hands to shake as you reach to the back of your dress and slowly pull down the zipper. You were deliberate with your speed, wanting to tease Peter just a little while longer and maybe a part of you was hoping he would jump to his feet and rip the zipper down himself. But he doesn’t.

Instead, as the slipper slowly moves down your back,you notice the vein in his jaw jump as he clenches it tighter and tighter. As the zip finally reaches the bottom, just above your ass, you let the sleeves of the dress fall from your arms which allows the fabric to pool at your feet, leaving you in only your heels. You stand there for a second, watching as Peter’s eyes widen at your bare form, after all the tightness of your dress did not leave room for panties or bra lines. His reaction causes a smirk to rise on your lips.

“You’re fucking stunning princess.”

You step out of the fabric at your feet, your heels clicking against the ground as you stalk towards him. As you reach him, his hands wrap around your bare thighs and he gives them a gentle squeeze as he stares up at you before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss against your hip. You cup your hands around his jaw, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you bend down to place a gentle kiss against his lips.

The kiss starts soft but quickly turns heated as Peter grips at your thigh and causes a small gasp to leave your lips, which Peter uses to shove his tongue into your mouth. You moan into Peter’s mouth as he twirls his tongue around yours before pulling it back and biting down gently on your lip, one of his hands moves from your thigh and trails ever closer to where you need him most and he smirks into the kiss as he feels your wetness seeping down your  thigh, the effect he has on you fueling his ego.

Peter pulls away from the kiss and pulls his hand away from your thigh, a light residue from the wetness on your thigh coating his fingers, “This all for me baby?”

You nod, not knowing where this confident side of Peter had come from but loving it all the same, “Yes Peter, all for you.” He lets out a hum and sucks his fingers into his mouth, savouring the lingering taste of you as he looks up at your flushed cheeks through his long lashes. You gulp at the sight, moving your hands from his jaw line and down onto his shoulders, trailing down his arms as you lower yourself down onto your knees in front of him.

You rest your hands over his clothed thigh and look up at Peter with lightly veiled innocence, your big doe eyes lust blown to the point that the [colour] of your irises were almost completely gone, eclipsed by the blackness of your pupils, and slightly parted lips now imprinted in Peter's mind and locked away somewhere safe for those lonely nights in the future where he will most definitely be touching himself thinking about this night.  “Let me take care of you Peter, please?”

When you look at him like that and ask in that almost begging tone, who was he to tell you no, “Go ahead baby.”

With his permission, you’re moving your hand from his thigh and to the zipper of his pants pulling it down and then pulling down both his pants and boxers in on go, Peter lifting his hips slightly to make it easier for you, letting them pool around his ankles and you lick your lips at the sight of his cock bouncing against his stomach once its released from his boxers.

You keep your hands on high thighs and lean forward, your tongue making contact with the base of Peter’s cock and causing a groan to fall from Peter’s lip that only amplifies as you lick up to the tip and suck the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. The moan Peter lets out is like music to your ears and encourages you to do it again, running your tongue over the slit as you do, before starting to bob up and down on his length.

You do your best to take him all in your mouth, but you struggle to do so, gagging as he hits the back of your throat. Your inability to take all of him in your mouth sparks an idea in your mind, one you're sure Peter is going to love. Pushing yourself up on your knees so you’re just that little bit higher, you lean forward and slot Peter’s cock into the valley of your breasts and Peter nearly faints at the sight.

Your pretty lips all swollen from the kiss and from sucking his cock, your pretty little boobs wrapped around his cock, its another image seared into his mind and stored away for later use. As you press your hands into the side of your boobs, tightening their hold on his cock, and start moving them up and down, the moan Peter lets out can only be described as unholy and it adds fuel to the already raging fire inside you as you clench and unclench around nothing and rub your thighs together for just a little bit of friction or relief, though it offers none.

You continue your ministrations with your tits, watching through heavy lashes as Peter’s face contorts in pleasure and he struggles to hold in the moans and groans that are falling intermittently from his lips, between words of praise about how good you’re making him feel and being such a good girl for him, you would admit it to no one (not even Peter) but his words went straight to your core and caused you to clench even harder around nothing.

You reach your tongue out, giving kitten licks to the mushroom tip and over his slit as often as you could between the thrust of yours boobs, causing Peter to throw his head back and pleasure and reach a hand out to grab at the hair at the back of your head, “Shit , princess… you’re killing me here.”

That’s all the encouragement you need to keep going, darting your tongue out and swiping across Peters head almost every time it gets close to your mouth, licking up the precum leaking out of the tip, and squeezing your boobs even tighter around his cock as you do so, another groan forces itself out of Peters mouth as his hand tightens in your hair, causing a moan to fall from your own lips. “I’m so close, you gonna let me cum all over those pretty tits of yours princess?”

“Yes Peter, please cum all over my tits”

The desperation in your voice, the almost begging tone lacing it causes Peter to lose his composure and control as he shoots rope after rope of cum over your chest as you continue to move your boobs over him, the cum spreading down the valley and up onto your chest with some even landing in your mouth on your waiting tongue that you had stuck out when he started to cum.

Peter pants as you let go of your boobs and sit back, his hand leaves your hair and instead cups your jaw gently in a stark contrast with how hard he had been gripping at the roots where he runs a finger across your chin to swipe up the cum that had hit against it. He taps his thumb against your lips and you open, sucking his thumb into your mouth and moaning at the sensuality of it. It’s another image Peter will have seared in the back of his brain for the rest of his life.

As Peter focuses on the image of you, on your knees sucking on his thumb covered in his cum, you swipe some of the cum of your chest letting it cover your fingers before you pull back of his thumb and instead suck your own fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them to get as much cum off them as you can. Your eyes are staring up at Peter’s through your eyelashes, watching as the irises almost completely disappear, existing as the smallest rings around the pitch blackness of the blown out pupil, when you pull your fingers from your mouth with a ‘pop’ Peter is quick to pull you into a rough kiss, instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth.

You moan at the sensation of his tongue massaging yours, reaching your hands up and wrapping them around his neck, rising back up so Peter’s not having to bend over as much, tangling your hands a little bit less than gently in his hair and giving it a gentle tug, which causes Peter to let put a deep almost animalistic growl that has you clenching your thighs together even tighter, the movement of which Peter notices and he’s pulls away from you, a cocky smirk on his face.

“You took such good care of me princess…” His hand ghosts across your thigh until he’s hovering over your core, so close you can feel the heat emanating from it, and then ever so slowly he runs a finger through your folds, pressing against your clit with the slightest pressure as he does so and causing a whine to fall from your lips because god was it the most heavenly thing you’ve felt recently but it just was not enough, “Now let me take care of you.”

He takes your arms in his hands, guiding you to standing before he strips himself of his blazer and dress shirt, throwing them to the ground somewhere in your room. He lets you go and sits back down on the bed, patting his thigh as an invitation for you to sit. It's one you take almost immediately, throwing on leg over and lowering yourself down so that the fabric of his trousers make contact with your bare cunt and rubbing so deliciously on your clit as you do, ripping a moan from your throat as you do. "You have such pretty moans, pretty girl."

Peter grips onto your hips, fingers digging in a way that was painful to the point you were sure they were going to leave bruises but also amplified the pleasure coursing through your veins. Peter starts to move you up and down his thigh, the friction of the fabric rubbing on your clit at a brutal pace sending shockwaves through you and causing you to throw your head back as moans continually fall from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” You nod your head and Peter tenses his thigh underneath you, bouncing his knee alongside it pulling another loud moan from your lips at pleasure overwhelms your senses, “Come on princess, you gotta use your words.”

You let out a whine at the sensation, the motion of the bounce putting delicious pressure and friction against your clit that has you almost seeing stars, “Fe-feels s’good Peter.” Your words slur together as pleasure overwhelms your senses. Peter’s grip tightens at your words as he moves you even quicker against his thigh, the coil in your stomach that had already been wound tight, tightens even further and can feel the cliff edge of your orgasm approaching so very quickly.

“Yeah baby? You gonna cum all over my thigh?” You nod your head, reaching your hand up to grip at Peter’s shoulders so tightly that you're sure you’ll leave behind crescent shapes from your nails or even draw blood. Peter groans at the sensation, his cock already semi-hard again from watching you unravel on his thigh, he never thought he would be in pain (he experience enough of it on a daily basis) but yet here you are proving him wrong with the way your hands had previously tugged at his hair and the way your nails are currently biting into his skin and causing his cock to twitch at the sensations.

“Go on then princess, cum for me.” There he goes again with that stupid pet name that you should hate but instead has you melting into him even further, your clit throbbing as it rolls of his tongue like liquid gold honey that seeps deep into your bones. Peter tenses his thigh once again and you feel every ridge of hard muscle under the cloth of his trousers and it sends you spiralling off the cliff edge you had been teetering on as your orgasm sends shockwaves through your body.

Peter watches your face as it contorts in pleasure from your orgasm wracking through your body, ignoring the wetness that had now gone through his pants and was coating his thigh, and he swears you’ve never looked more beautiful and another image is forever ingrained in his mind. His cock was now fully hard once again and twitching against his stomach begging for some kind of attention or friction, which he grants it by removing his hand from it and giving it a few pumps but it wasn’t enough, no, Peter was feeling greedy now. He already felt the bliss of your mouth and tits wrapped around him and now he wanted more, no he needed more. Needed to feel your pretty little pussy wrapped around him and squeezing him.

Peter makes a quick decision while you’re still coming down from your orgasm and wraps the hand still holding onto you around your waist and twists you both around so that you were now lying on the bed with your legs hanging of bed with your butt just on the edge and he was now kneeling down in front of you with both hands on your knees, holding your legs apart as he eyes up your soaking wet cunt.

It almost makes you feel self-conscious, almost has you trying to squeeze your legs closed but Peter's firm grip and his superhuman strength stops you no matter how hard you strain against him, you simply cannot win against Peter in a battle of pure strength. The self consciousness erodes away and the words of discontent that were forming on your tongue are replaced by a porn-staresque moan as Peter dives in and licks a stripe up your cunt and latches his mouth onto your clit. `The sound causes Peters dick to twitch against his abdomen.

He hums against your clit, the vibrations adding to the immense pleasure you were feeling, and slowly pushes a single digit into your weeping hole to start prepping you to take his cock. He pumps in and out of you, finger curling in and pressing against your gummy walls as he does, you moan at the combined movement and sensation of Peter sucking on your clit and feel the coil in your stomach already start to tighten once again.

Peters free hand trails up your abdomen with a featherlight touch that you barely feel over the pressure of him fucking his finger into you, you really only become aware of his other hand when he pinches at your nipple and pulls at the metal of the piercing, the pain melding in with the pleasure in such a way that your eyes are rolling to the back of your skull and you miss the way Peter stretched you out by entering a second and third finger into you.

The coil in your stomach is impossibly tight, tighter that it ever has been and yet you doesn’t snap as Peter releases your clit with a ‘pop’ but he continues the ministrations with his fingers, rubbing against your most sensitive spot with every thrust, “God princess, you taste absolutely amazing and feel so amazing clenching down on my fingers, I can’t wait to feel you clenching on my cock.”

The praise falling from Peter’s lips goes straight to your head and causes you to clench around his fingers even harder, he presses harder into your g-spot and pulls on your nipples once again causing a wanton moan to fall from your lips, the coil in your stomach starting to reach it’s breaking point. “You gonna cum again baby? Go on, cum all over my fingers and face.” Suddenly Peter’s sucking on your clit once again and your eyes are rolling back in pleasure as it overwhelms you and you see nothing but stars as your orgasm overwhelms your senses.

As you cum all over him, your juices squirting over his fingers and rolling down to his wrist, he removes his fingers and instead starts to lap up everything you have to give him, moving the hand on your nipple down to hold your waist against the bed as you begin to write in overstimulation of Peter tonguing your entrance.

The sound of a whine finally pulls Peter away from your pussy and he stands from where he was kneeling, your juices now coating his mouth from your explosive organism, you look angelic with your hair spread out in a halo around you and a blissed out expression on your face, eyes wide and chest rising up and down rapidly as you try and catch your breath. In between your breaths, you reach out to Peter and he gladly leans in, allowing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him down into a passionate kiss that is all teeth and tongue as you try and get as much of Peter as you can.

Peter is the first to pull away from the kiss and starts to trail kisses down your neck, stopping occasionally to bite and suck on your skin leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. The sensations have you whining, desperate for more as your needy cunt clenches around nothing, “Peter…” Peter smirks into your skin and places a gentle kiss on your collarbone before he rises and stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, “Need you…”

“Need me where princess? Come on baby use your words, tell me what you want”

“Please Peter…I need to feel you inside of me… please please fuck me” Your tone is begging, a whine falling from your lips at the end of the sentence, and who was Peter to deny you when you sounded so pretty begging for him inside you. Peter grips the base of his cock and rubs himself along your fold, coating himself in all your wonderful wetness as a lubricant, as the tip of his cock catches on your clit you let out another whine and Peter smirks at the sound. “Peter…please…enough teasing.”

Peter lines himself up with your entrance and looks up at you for confirmation and as you nod your head he slowly slides himself in, letting out a low groan at the sensation of you stretching and clenching around his cock. It's a groan that is drowned out completely by the moan you let out. Peter moves so slowly you can feel every part of his cock as it rubs inside of you, all the veins and ridges all piling onto the pleasure you’re experiencing and as he bottoms out inside you you let out a small, pleasurable whine.

You have never felt so full before in your life, no other partner you had filled you up just as much as Peter does, and it felt absolutely amazing. With Peter spending time prepping you to take him, you barely feel any pain and it takes only a second of Peter being fully sheathed inside you before you start beginning him to move, it’s a request he’s glad to fulfil as he slowly pulls out before slamming back into you and starting an almost brutal pace.

As Peter thrusts in and out of you at a rapid pace, you wrap your arms around his shoulder and dig your nails into the flesh, the pain of which combines with the pleasure of your cunt squeezing his cock and pulls a deep moan from Peter that has you dragging your nails down his back leaving red marks in your wake to hear it again and again. Your own moans join in with Peters as his cock hits against either your g-spot or your cervix with every thrust, driving you absolutely insane with pleasure to the point that black dots began to gather in your vision as another orgasm rocks through you unexpectedly, a result of combining the after effects of your previous orgasm and the pleasure currently coursing through every nerve in your body.

Peter lets out a deep groan as you clench around him, eyes moving to watch his cock piston in and out of you and at the white ring of your cum that had gathered around the base, “Fuck princess you feel so fucking amazing on my cock, squeezing me so good.” You try and form words, anything to show Peter just how amazing he’s making you feel, but you can’t. The words die in the back of your throat and are instead replaced simply by whines and moans but they’re still sounds that make Peter’s cock twitch inside of you.

Peter continues his assault on your pussy, chasing his own high, the pattern of his thrusts becoming irregular and scattered as he rapidly approaches his own orgasm. “Fuck…princes I’m going to cum” He was going to pull out and cum on your pussy and stomach, never had any intention of cumming inside of you until your soft voice quietly calls out an “inside.”

His eyes snapped up to meet yours and something feral reflected in them, “You want me to cum inside you princess? Want me to fill you up?” You nod your head as best you can and Peter slows down his thrust

“Oh God, yes Peter…please fill me with your cum.”

Peter speeds up his thrusts once again, hips slamming hard against your pelvis and balls slamming against your ass, the squelching sound of your pussy and the slapping of skin fills the air and joins the erotic symphony of your combined moans as Peter chases his high, the only thought in his head being how pretty you’re going to look with his cum dripping out of your pussy. It doesn’t take long until Peter trusts become sloppy and he sheathes himself completely inside you, tip of his cock pressed right against your cervix as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum inside of you with a loud groan.

Peter almost collapses on top of you, but he stops himself by placing his forearms by your head and using them to support his weight as his eyes move over your face, watching intently as you catch your breath and slowly come back to reality after three orgasms. He gently brushes one hand across your face in an attempt to ground you and as he cups your cheek to rub a thumb across the skin, you reach for his hand and cup your own around it. “You okay?”

You nod and turn your head to place gentle kisses on the palm of Peter’s hand, which has him smiling down at you gently and placing his own soft kisses against your forehead, “I’m going to pull out, okay?” You nod again, eyelids fluttering slightly and a small whine leaving your lips as Peter removes his cock from inside you, the stimulation a little too much. Peter whispers a gentle “sorry” and places more comforting kisses against your face and shoulders, the hand on your cheek continuing to rub against your skin to try and comfort you.

Peter places a gentle and loving kiss against your lips, the tenderness acting as such a juxtaposition to how deeply and roughly he had been fucking you moments before. You smile into the kiss, hand curling around the back of Peter’s neck to play with the baby hairs at the base. Peter pulls back from the kiss with a smile and pecks your nose gently, the cloudiness that had previously been in your eyes fading slightly as the skin to skin contact you have with him grounds you back to earth.

“Do you need anything? A shower, a bath, snacks?” You take a deep breath, pulling Peter down so he’s even closer and nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his scent as deep as you can and placing a light kiss against the skin, “A bath would be nice.” Your voice comes out soft and just above a whisper, had Peter not been deliberately paying attention he would have missed it.

“Okay princess, let’s run you a bath.” Peter goes to lift of you, but you keep him tight in your grip and wrap your legs around his waist, further restricting him from moving and going to draw you a bath. You let out a noise of discontent as he tries to pull away once again and Peter chuckles slightly at the sound. If you weren’t willing to let him go, then he was just going to have to carry you, which he did as he wrapped and arm around your waist for extra support and stood with you in his arms.

“Don’t worry princess, I’ll take good care of you”

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Tony approaches Natasha at the bar, wanting a drink but also a little curious as to where you had disappeared too. You were on his arm when you both entered the party, though you quickly separated from him to go and socialise with people your own age after you had greeted all the necessary benefactors and he remembers seeing you with Parker briefly and then with America and Shang-Chi, it was their first Avengers formal event so he assumed you were reassuring them, but he hadn’t seen you since and he was getting just a little worried.

Nat, having seen Tony on his way towards her, places a glass of scotch, neat, on the bar top and smirks to herself as he grabs the glass and downs it in on go before he starts questioning her. “Have you seen my daughter?”

Natasha lets out a small hum and leans forward on the bar, using her forearms to support her weight as she does so, “I might have.” Tony rolls his eyes at the Widow and lets out a huff of air, placing his empty glass down with a little more force than necessary.  Natahsa’s smirk grows into a knowing smile as she glances to the door that both you and a certain spiderling had disappeared out of about 2 hours earlier and had yet to return from. Tony follows her gaze and he feels his heart tightening at the thought you had left with someone, “She left with someone?”

Natasha nods her head, “‘Bout 2 hours ago.” Horror slowly fills Tony, you would only be away for that long for one reason and one reason only and it was not one he was ready to consider for you. Despite being 21 years old, you were still hes sweet, little girl and the thought of you being sexually active was horrifying. Not only that, most people here that weren’t members of the Avengers were his age and older and he did not want you mixed up with them and there were very few members of the Avengers around your age, well specifically one and as the thought crossed his mind Tony started to glare at nothing, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he did so, “Parker”

Natasha laughed at Tony, a full belly laugh that had her throwing her head back as she did. After she settled down her laughter enough, she was able to grab onto Tony's shoulder to stop him from storming into your bedroom and seeing something he really did not want to see, “Oh come on. They’re young, let them have their fun.” Tony huffed out once again, as Pepper's voice filled his ears. He hadn’t even noticed her coming up beside him and taking his hand in hers to calm him down, though his temper flares again as Natasha speaks up once again.

“At least it’s not Barnes she’s running off with.”

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Family bonding

> yandere brother-in-law Rindou x reader

> topping: your family encourages you to bond with your new breother-in-law but he wanted more than just bonding

TW: Yandere, noncon, dubcon, oral (f/receiving) calling someone a whore, mention of pregnancy, slight breeding, cheating, impact play, unprotected sex

this took so long to finish but yay

Rindou and your sister was just a hookup that went wrong- she got pregnant with his child, so now he was visiting the family because now they're both in a "relationship.”

Upon meeting the family, he saw you- you were the prettiest angel he saw. Such a pretty thing, aren’t you? Though both of you had quite the age gap, he couldn’t really help but favor you over your older sister in his head.

Rin asks more about you and comes to visit the family more often. He sometimes asks how the family’s doing. He’s usually with your sister but will invite you to join any activity.

Is very persistent in your coming- will say it’s a good bonding moment and how it’s much more fun with three people over two. If you continue to say no, he said he’ll just reschedule when you're free.

Your parents may force you to bond with your BIL. Saying how Rindou is a great brother-in-law and you should bond to be closer. He is going to be family after all and it’s important to always be close to family. You tell the family that your kinda busy and you need to prioritize your own life.

After a few minutes of arguing about this-Rindou at the moment thought it would be a great idea if both of you swap numbers- so he can contact you directly when your free. Your family though it was a great idea. But you had left early before to even give your number to Rin. Dashing to the door saying it's been real nice but it's time for you to leave.

Though the moment you had gotten home, you received an unknown message from a mysterious number. Though from the message itself you already knew who it was from.

Rin: hey you left early so your sister gave me your number

[you]: Oh sorry yeah I had to leave- so sorry

Rin: That's fine, so hey are you free this week by any chance? It be nice to spend some time with my sister in law

[you]: no I'm very sorry I'm busy

Rin: ah sorry to hear that, maybe next time?

[you]: yeah maybe I actually g2g

You ended the text conversation real quick. It just felt weird that your brother-in-law was trying this hard to get to know you, personally you though that because he's with your older sister shouldn’t he be spending more time with her than you.

On the other side of the phone though, Rindou was loosing his patient real fast; he was frustrated on your little behavior. He was trying so hard to get near you; he wanted to know more about you. All he's ever been thinking about was you. To be honest- Rindou relationship with your sister or his so call girlfriend has been mostly just hookups and there's a likely chance that she may have been pregnant with his child.

However, when you came into the picture. He reconsidered- Rin wanted to have you bare his child. You were absolutely perfect- absolutely what he imagine his wife to look like. The age gap between you and him doesn’t matter to him. He's a gang member of the most dangerous gang in Japan and he's a Haitani- he gets what he wants and will have it in his hands.

Your little cold behavior is getting to him- he was planning to play this cool but with you not getting the hints Rin feels like he was about to explode. You felt so close- so close to his grasp but yet so far from his arms. Rin thought it might be time he just puts actions into place.

Over, the past week you and Rin have been texting. It's mostly been Rin texting you.

Rindou: Good morning [name]

Rindou: hey do you want me to pick you up for lunch?

Rindou: Was the train ride safe?

Rindou: did you get home safe?

Rindou: did you eat dinner yet? Would you like me to pick you up something?

It was kind of nice at first. He brings you lunch or give you a lift when you needed someone to give you a ride. He was at least dependable when you needed it but it wasn't so frequent you needed his help. It seemed normal for a while, but it slowly got weird with Rin.

First came the text messages- they have suddenly changed their tone.

Rindou: Morning pretty girl having breakfast yet?

Rindou: sweetheart you want anything for lunch?

Rindou: babe make sure you're safe out there, assholes won't be able to take thier eyes off of an angle like you

Rindou: pretty baby you eat yet? Can't have my honey bunny going hungry now.

Not only did the text seem to be more coy, Rindou has been showing up uninvited to your home- how? Your mom gave him your address, and she had given him a copy of your keys. So now it explains why Rindou himself in your kitchen making breakfast for both of you.

Rindou was getting too comfortable with you- almost like as if you're both dating. It's pushing a lot of boundaries between you two and it feels like as if you should say something about this.

[name]: hey Rin could you not do this

Rindou: do what love?

[name]: that- you know the nicknames and random visits

Rindou: why? We're bonding

[name]: bonding as in laws Rindou. A lot of these actions should be more for my sister- your girlfriend remember?

There was a long period of silence between you two. While it is true what he's doing is wrong- it doesn’t stop him from continuing this. Rindou couldn't care less about his entire relationship with your sister. It was never genuine. Hookup with a whore and thought he would be done but no- now she might have his child.

This was frustrating. Rindou feels that he's been so kind hasn't he- been so patient for you. Doing things for you and in return for all his kindness is a brat who so ungrateful and whines about his affections.

He's been too nice. He does all this with no complaint and you still refuse to accept him?- spoiled your ass too much. Rin should've taught some lesson into your dumb head the first time. He had enough of your whining.

It looked like you won the argument. If Rindou wasn't just turning off the stole and not walking towards your direction. It would’ve been your win if Rindou hadn’t drag your arm back your bedroom. You were screaming at Rin to let you go- what the hell is he doing-

Rin having kept his silence laid you on his knees while sitting. On your bed- pulling down your shorts and panties. Count them if you want this to end quicker with that you feel a very hard smack on your ass.

one- *slap*

two- *slap*

three- *slap*

By the nth spanking your ass was burning.

You were lost- you were lost at how many times Rindou had spank your ass. It was too painful to think; the spanking was going to leave your ass burning for days- maybe even weeks. You wish it ended sooner.

Rindou finally spoke again- he didn't like to punish you he didn't enjoy seeing you like this. But that was a very easy lie. When you could feel his harden cock poking you on his lap through his pants. It was obvious he was enjoying this. Unfortunately for you- this wasn't even the ending of your punishment. No Rindou plans to really make sure it sticks in your head.

Pushed you down onto the floor. All fours and before you got up Rindou had threaten to stay in that position and ass up or he have your sister dead. Not sure if he meant it or not you rather play nice and not have your sister killed.

You could hear him leaving your bed and walking towards you. Rindou leaning down to your ass. With no warning you feel his flat tongue give your pussy one long lick. A slow lick to your slit, feeling your walls- pure heaven Rindou thought. Your cunt was the sweetest thing to taste. He wanted more of that sweetness from you. He moved his fingers to your folds and split your cunt further apart with his fingers for further taste.

But he wanted more- Plunged his fingers to feel your wet walls. You may try to tell him to stop but such word fell to death ears when between your pleading are loud moans and your body continuing to suck his finger in deeper your weeping pussy. You could feel yourself nearly coming close to your orgasm.

Cum for me pretty girl-cum all over my face. Rindou increase the intensity when he starts to suck on your clit. With the feeling of his mouth latch onto your clit and one more thrust with his finger in your hole- you released all over his face. Don't think this is over babe I'm not done with you yet- Rindou started to take off his pants and boxers and sprung out his cock.

Rindou didn't give you much time to think but flip you to your back with his two hands holding your knees both above your head into mating press position. With no remorse he pushed his length into your wet hole. God your walls feel amazing- how I imagine when I first met your ass. Thrusting into your cunt like as if he was in heat for months- waiting to hump you like a bitch.

God, I should've met you first- I would've been much happier with you pregnant over your whore of a sister. What? did you not know?, it was a surprised news that your sister was pregnant with Rindou child. Your sister was nothing but a one night hookup and got that whore pregnant. This was new to you- it was never revealed till now to you Rin and your sister were hookup and both had unprotected sex-

Rindou had suddenly stop this thrust, grabbed your face now both staring at each other. He leans in more where you can feel his hot breath close- But whatever- I'll have that whore dead after the child born and I can finally have a family I wanted- with you as my dream house wife.

This was insane. Rindou was insane- he bluffing right? right? Right?! there no way he kills your sister. Even as a hookup you wouldn’t be able to live that down. That your sister is killed and you’re forced to be his house wife of your dead sister. You beg Rin to please don't kill her- please don't you won't tell her about this, please-

Damn pretty girl your real cute when your begging ya know that?- I'll tell ya what babe doll- I won't kill your sister but you gotta be my wife and bare my children and be my little cute house wife. Rindou gave little to comprise- be his wife and bear his children or your sister life is on the line. What about my sister- The whore will gain child support but i ain't going to be living with her- I'll co-parent but she'll never be what you will be.

You nod to the agreement. You weren't given a very fair choice, and you didn't want to have to lose your sister's life. Rindou feeling like he finally achived his goal smirk at you- Atta pretty girl knew you come around to me. With a simple kiss on your lips he then pulled his cock out and rammed it back in your hole. Thrusting his cock deeper into your g-spot you were seeing stars.

You could feel his tip kissing your cervix- it was painfully good. You wish your body didn't feel this good- you wish this wasn't your brother-in-law fucking your cunt do deep- making your hole his breeding dump.

You both were close- close to Cumming. His thrust was increasing in speed- no longer in rhythm but now more frantic and more aggressive. Your body was trembling- feeing another orgasm your legs were up in the air trembling- moaning and grunts and skin slapping each other increasing from volume.

One last thrust and your body spasm- you hit your orgasm hard. Rin was coming in close too- passing over your orgasm he cummed deep into your cunt. Adding onto more small thrust in your hole to make sure his cum stays there. We're going to be a great family- I know it Rindou mumbles- don't worry your pretty head about your sister pretty girl. I'll make sure everything goes smoothly for us and our children.

You were too tired to even think of the future with him- your soon to be husband. You weren’t sure how you're going to break the news but if the family ever ask about you two bonding.

you both definitely did more than just family bond.

#MM post #yandere tokyo revenger #yandere tokyo revengers #tw.dark content #tw.dubcon #tw.yandere #tw.oral #tw.creampie #tw. pregnancy #tw. slight breeding #rindou haitani #rindou smut #tokyo revenger smut #tw.noncon #tw.cheating

[readerinsertz]

They Couldn’t Wait | Oikawa x Reader X Iwaizumi

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+

Genre: Poly Relationship

Word Count: 4.K

Warnings: 18+ Content MDNI, afab!reader, mostly gn!reader though ‘domme’ is used to refer to reader twice, mixed!reader, poly relationship, Dom!Iwa, Switch!Oikawa, Sub!Reader, Top!Iwa, Bottom!Oikawa, Bottomish!Reader, F x M x M, light BDSM, Anal sex (male receiving), come eating, oral sex (female receiving) handjob, praise kink (male receiving), size kink, vaginal fingering, creampie (male and female receiving), riding, poly, cunnilingus, nipple play (female receiving), scratching (males receiving), hair pulling (male receiving)

You walk into your shared apartment, a sigh of relief escaping your lips at finally being home. Your lectures had been long and work had been tiring. All you want is to watch a, preferably Disney, film; snuggle with your boyfriends and have some food. Speaking of boyfriends, you scan the small flat you three rented, hand on the wall to keep balance as you toe off your shoes. You don't see either Iwaizumi or Oikawa and you pout a little. Once your shoes are neatly on the shoe rack, you head over to the kitchen to pour a drink but you freeze as you pass the sofa, your ears picking up a faint noise. You abruptly change course and march to your bedroom. The closer you get, the louder the moans become and you have more than a faint idea what's happening behind the closed door. The doorknob is cold as your hand wraps around it, wrist rotating to open the door and peek into the room.

Sure enough, both of your boyfriends are naked on the bed. Oikawa is on his back, both arms above his head, held there by one of Iwaizumi's. The setter's back is arched and his head is tipped back onto the mattress in pleasure, mouth open to let out another moan as Iwaizumi thrusts deep inside of him. You can just about make out the tear tracks along his cheeks. The smaller male is leaning over him his other hand gripping Oikawa's left hip tight. It slides down to cup one of the two muscular thighs that are wrapped around his waist, pulling it higher so he can watch his hard dick disappear into Oikawa's hole.

"Huh, seemed you couldn't wait for me." You alert them to your presence, leaning on the doorframe as you watch Iwaizumi fuck Oikawa. The setter jumps at your voice, head turning so he can speak to you. A high keen falls out of his plump lips instead as the man on top directly hits his prostate. Iwaizumi grins at you and you're fairly certain he had known you were there.

"(N-Name)-chan," Oikawa pants, words slurring as Iwaziumi continues to pound into him. The sight of his blissed-out face is enough to make you bite your lip, your pants beginning to get damp. Your eyes rake over his chest, seeing the multiple love bites and hickeys that your lover had left on him.

"You joining us or not?" Iwaizumi asks, like he isn't also fucking the daylights out of Oikawa. The setter whines as Iwaizumi slows down. The man tuts and rolls his green eyes. "So needy," he tells the male underneath him before his eyes turn to you. You've pushed off the doorframe and are making your way over to the hot males. He smirks, eyes roving up and down your body and tells you in a husky voice, "strip."

You tear your clothes off as quickly as possible, not trying to make it in any way sexy. The small flame of arousal that had been ignited at the sight of them had grown into an overwhelming need to have something in you. Once on the bed, Iwaziumi lets go of Oikawa's arms so he could grip both of his hips instead; you throw a leg over Oikawa's waist so you're straddling him. The setter looks up at you with tears in his gorgeous brown eyes and whimpers at the sight of you. You send him a soft smile and leans down, your hair falling around the two of you in a curtain. You're quick to press a kiss on his lips. They've swollen from him biting them to keep the noises in. Both of your hands slide up his chest to cup his jaw as you kiss him. Oikawa's mouth opens almost immediately and your tongue slips into his mouth. The kiss soon becomes sloppy and you hear Iwaizumi groan from behind you at the sounds of your open-mouthed kiss. He's shallowly thrusting into Oikawa, wanting to partly tease the man and also watch you two make out. It wasn't a well-kept secret he loved watching you two do anything from kiss to fuck.

You pull away, nipping Oikawa's bottom lip and then trail your lips down his neck. The right side has fewer marks on it and you proceed to gently bite the skin, tongue soothing the skin after each one. Your hands softly move down- you smile when you hear Oikawa giggle at the ticklish feeling- your left hand resting on his front so that your fingertips just skim his collarbone whilst the right pinches his nipple. Oikawa bucks into the touch, a low whine coming from his lips. You raise your head from sucking a hickey into the column of his neck and notice that his hands haven't moved from where Iwaizumi must have placed them earlier. Long fingers curl into the mattress cover, the duvet having been kicked down to the bottom of the bed before you arrived.

"You can touch me, Tooru," you whisper. Before the permission completely leaves your lips, his hands snap down to clench into your hips, long fingers digging into the fleshy tops of your buttcheeks. You moan at how large his hands are and over the fact that there will most likely be bruises there tomorrow. You feel Iwaizumi press his chest against your back and you almost groan, loving the feel of his muscles against your golden skin as

Iwaizumi pulls you into an aggressive kiss, his mouth claiming yours easily. All you can do is whine, your right hand reaching out to snag the hair at the back of his head and press him closer to you as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulls off, eyes scanning your neck for a second before his head descends and he places a harsh bite on his chosen spot. He presses a quick kiss on it and then moves to add another mark.

Oikawa writhes under your thighs, wanting one of you to give him something. Iwaizumi hasn't stopped his small thrusts but it is not enough to give him much pleasure nor are your bites and he can feel himself slowly drifting away from the edge that the other male had brought him to. The setter's eyes are glossy, lips open and panting as he bucks up. Your fingers glide down his abs to his waist, your fingernails scratching him a little. Oikawa jerks at the pleasurable pain and you wear a smirk as you watch ten red lines appear on his flesh; your smirk falls though when the male behind you trails his hand up your side to cup your breast. He squeezes it and you let your head fall back onto his broad shoulder, eyes falling closed as he pinches your nipple.

"(N-Name)... Ha-Hajime... Please," Oikawa whines. You turn your head to Iwaizumi, breath hitching as his teeth lightly nip at the area where your neck joins your shoulder.

"What do you think? Should we let him cum?" You ask Iwaizumi, voice dropping into a purr. The man hums into your skin and you would smile at the ticklish sensation but your attention is drawn to Oikawa who is rutting up, the tip of his dick rubbing against the curve of your butt. Your right hand falls from the back of Iwaizumi's head to just above Oikawa's hip to help you balance whilst your left hand drops behind you to take his erection in your hand. Your thumb smears the bead of pre-come that leaks out of his slit and you begin to jerk him off. Oikawa keens at the pleasure but it's cut off when the muscular man behind you wraps his larger hand over yours and stills your movement.

"(Name), please. Please. Just.. gah," Oikawa begs. A small bottle is placed into your hand and you glance over your shoulder to see that it's lube. Your eyes flick to Iwaizumi and he grins encouragingly at you. You shuffle a bit, hushing Oikawa who's lost the ability to speak coherently now, and rise a little. One finger flicks the bottle open and you manage to a bit clumsily drizzle it onto your first three fingers. A huff escapes your mouth as Iwaizumi drops the hand that had been squeezing your breast so that he can hold onto both of Oikawa's hips. It's through your knees, that bracket Oikawa's sides, that you feel Iwaizumi begin to fuck Oikawa again as the body beneath you moves at the force behind each thrust. A lubed finger slides easily into your pussy. You're aroused enough that there's no resistance for the first two fingers but there's a slight burn when you slip the third finger in. Normally it's you in Oikawa's place so your thinner, smaller fingers don't give you the same stretch or pleasure as the two volleyball players manage without fail to give you. You know from experience you need some prep before you take either one's dick and this is especially true now since you haven't had much foreplay but you're too impatient to wait much longer. Oikawa's not the only one who likes his sex with a slice of pain.

Iwaizumi is quick to grab your hip to still you as you raise to kneel, about to sink down on Oikawa and bury him to the hilt in your pussy. Both you and Oikawa groan at him. He glares at you and you shut up. The man lets go and grabs the lube, pouring a generous amount over Oikawa's dick. The man bucks into his fist as Iwaizumi makes sure he is slick enough for you and to reprimand him, the spiker squeezes the base of his cock. It has a grumble tumbling out of the pretty male's lips but he settles down. You discreetly roll your eyes at Iwaizumi's actions, not wanting him to see and punish you; he was always the responsible one during sex. Thankfully he doesn't stop you when you hold Oikawa's cock and guide it into you. Your breath leaves in a drawn-out sigh as you lower yourself until you're resting on Oikawa's lap. His hands squeeze your hips again but he doesn't take control and bounce you up and down on his cock as he'd usually do.

It doesn't take too long before you and Iwaizumi find a pace that works, him thrusting in every time you raise. Judging by the way Oikawa's gasps and mewls increase in frequency, it is a good rhythm. His eyes are half closed like he's not sure if he wants to close them fully and revel in the pleasure he's finally being given or keep them open to watch you pleasure yourself on his cock. To him, you look like a Goddess, each breath coming out in a short pant; your tanned breasts bouncing and sweat dripping down your body. His fingers clutch at your hips and he jerks up, seeking

Placing more weight on your left palm, the fingers of your right hand curl into his hair and push him forcefully into your cunt. The pleased moan he gives sends vibrations along your wet lips and you tug him up by the hair so he concentrates on your clit. His expert tongue soon has you moaning loudly, alternating from rapidly flicking your clit to slowly circling it, all the while the two long fingers in you continue to thrust and curl, massaging your g spot and sending bursts of pleasure through your body. Slightly precariously, you shove your second hand into his hair and try and pull him even closer to you. His mouth encloses your clit and sucks simultaneously sliding a third finger into your cunt. You moan in delight at the stretch and begin to move your hips, feeling yourself beginning to peak. Oikawa renews his efforts at sloppily eating you out. His tongue paired with his fingers are a gift like no other and, with the combined clit and g spot stimulation, you orgasm with a wail.

Oikawa doesn't stop his tongue from flicking your clit and while his fingers remain buried in you, they don't move. Your pelvis spasms at the aftershocks of your orgasm, made even stronger from the small break you had had after Oikawa came. He slurps up all your juices and it's only when the pleasure dips too much into being painful that you finally pull him up from between your thighs. He darts up and places his lips against yours. Your head tilts instinctively as you lick his lips, not caring that his lips are shiny from your fluids. Your hands wrap around his shoulders as your tongue meets with his in his mouth. You pull him closer wanting to taste the combined flavours of you and him. The taste lingers only slightly but it's enough to have you moan.

"Alright, you two." You pull away from Oikawa as Iwaizumi finally make his way back to you. He has at least two, perhaps three, wet clothes in his hand. You're unable to reach out and grab one as Oikawa takes that time to bury his face into your chest. Automatically you wrap your arms around his head, dragging your nails along his scalp and coo down at him. His arms loop around your waist, back arched in order to lay on his legs with his face in your chest. To save him from the back pain he will undoubtedly have if he continued to stay in that position, you roll over, managing to take him with you. Once on your sides, he snuggles into you more, moving down a little so he can press his head against your stomach. Whenever he comes down from subspace, Oikawa preferred the softness of a female over the hard body of Iwaizumi. Your hands never stop carding through his hair as you try your hardest to comfort him and make him feel safe. Iwaizumi kneels on the bed and begins to clean Oikawa. He looks up at you but you shake your head, not wanting Oikawa to feel trapped if Iwaizumi decided to lean over him to clean you.

You stay like that for a while, Iwaizumi sitting behind Oikawa whilst he curls up to you. You know when he begins to resurface as he flops back up to rest his head on your chest. His eyes stay close as he peacefully breathes. It's when his fingers begin to trail up and down your back, getting dangerously close to the beginning of your butt, that you know he's out of his submissive headspace. You pull back but his arms lock, preventing you from leaving. You sigh and give up, looking up to Iwaizumi instead.

"So, what happened to him?" You ask, a curl of anger clinging to your voice. You can be extremely protective of Oikawa, especially when he goes into his subspace as it is when he feels the most vulnerable. Having dated the male for such a long time, you know he tends to fall into the need to be absolutely wrecked when he begins to doubt his skills. It normally happens when someone insults him and his insecurities boil over. It's something that you try your hardest not to happen. You love Oikawa and don't want him to feel insecure at all.

"Nothing," Iwaizumi tells you fondly, look down at Oikawa with a rare smile. "He just needed to let off some pent-up steam."

"You'd make a good domme, (Name)-chan," Oikawa tells you, looking up from where his head rested. You pull a face at that, which has both males laughing.

"I'd rather walk a mile on lego than be a domme," you confess. The only reason you had been able to do what you had done with Oikawa was because you had known what he would have wanted, having often been in his place. Oikawa chuckles, burying his face into your breast as a yawn overtakes him. Iwaizumi takes it as a sign that he's finished coming down and crawls so he can drape his body along Oikawa's. The brunet whines as his childhood friend pulls him up the bed with his strong arms (it has both of you swooning) so he no longer has his head in your chest. You wiggle closer to the two, arm draping across Oikawa's side to rest on Iwazumi's side.

"Y'know, we should shower first," Oikawa te

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut #oikawa x reader x iwaizumi smut #oikawa smut #oikawa tooru smut #iwaizumi smut #haijime iwaizumi smut #oikawa x reader x iwaizumi #tw.threesome #tw.size kink #oikawa tooru #haijime iwaizumi #tw.praise kink #tw.oral #tw.creampie #tw.anal #tw.scratching #tw.nipple play #tw.riding #tw.polyamory #tw.FMM #tw.smut

[shokobuns]

“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨?”

your irritating step brother likes to come in your room during your zoom classes.

PAIRING: stepbro!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE(S): smut, quarantine!au (au? LMAO), college!au, taboo

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNING(S): darkish, smut, drug use (weed), high sex, stepcest, taboo, slight dubcon, slight manipulation, exhibitionism (if you squint), sensory deprivation (blindfold), degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), squirting, dacryphilia (if you squint)

(A/N): this rly do be my first time using proper capitalization huh, anyways all characters, SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THE READ MORE I FIXED IT 

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One thing you easily learned about Satoru was the fact he wasn’t easy to satisfy. He’s demanding, cocky, all the while being nonchalant. He rarely exerts effort, but gets the desired results. He’s arrogant, but it’s nearly impossible to point out a flaw to counter it at all.

It makes your head hurt. It makes your teeth clench.

When you make eye contact, you make sure to stare back daggers. When you’re forced to talk to him, your voice stays monotone and expressionless. When you’re in a room with him for more than five minutes, your earbuds are already out, drowning out the sound of his voice. But it’s all difficult when you’re under the same roof.

Knock. Knock.

You roll your eyes at the sound of your step brother knocking your door, wondering what the hell he wants now. At this point, he’s probably just trying to annoy you, poke at your sides until he gets attention, any kind of attention, all just to satisfy his boredom.

Your calm demeanor and sharp tongue has always contrasted with Satoru’s teasing attitude. He’s always seemingly trying to provoke you, trying to pry apart the walls you’ve barricaded yourself in. His personality never rubbed you in the right way from the day your dad surprised you with a dinner with your new brother and your new mom. It didn’t matter anyways, you thought. You’d be going off to university soon enough.

The pandemic ran over all of your plans like a truck.

Better yet, your parents still had work without the option of staying home, leaving you and Satoru home alone for a little over eight hours a day. When he wasn’t in class or tutoring his juniors, he was knocking at your door, most likely red-eyed, though you can’t see it, and relaxed. Despite his persistence, you rarely let him in no matter how insistent he is in “getting to know his new lil sister.”

“Go away, Satoru.”

Behind the door, he pouts while you scribble down notes from the screenshared presentation. He comes in anyways, reeking of marijuana and cologne, half of his shirt buttons undone. You steal a small glance before once again glueing your eyes to your computer screen. The voice of your professor bores you, but you’re hyper aware of Satoru’s presence as he makes himself comfortable on your bed. “Get the fuck off! You stink!” You yell, turning off your camera before throwing a pencil right at him.

He catches it mid air with ease, relaxing his head on your pillows while fiddling with one of your many Sanrio plushies. “Can I have this?” he asks, holding one up as you contemplate its value in your head.

“If it gets you out of my room, then sure.” you reply in a monotone voice, turning back to your notes.

“You’re no fun,” he mumbles, rolling over to lay on his side with the plushie in his arms, “Is that organic chem?”

“Yeah, can you go now?”

“I’ll be quiet, princess. Don’t worry about me, just wanna know what my lil sis is up to.” He waits for a response, but is only rewarded with a huff.

It stays like that for the next ten minutes, him watching your professor’s lecture, you scrambling to write all of the information on the slides as he continues the fast paced lesson. You’re hyper focused on your class, putting in your effort to absorb the entirety of the content. In your mind, the only people in your room are your and your computer. “You know, you don’t have to understand everything all at once,”  a voice speaks up from behind you, causing you to purse your lips in annoyance, “It’s easier to learn when you’re actually paying attention to the lecture instead of focusing on trying to get everything down.

“We get it, Satoru. You have straight A’s and you’re naturally good at everything.”

“Hey, you’re getting advice from an aspiring teacher. Don’t need to use that tone with me, Princess.” He mumbles, rolling to his back on the bed, “Just tryna help you out in my free time.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He stays silent while you go back to drawing some of your basic compounds. Ethanol, methanol, propane, all of it. Your scribbles are messy and they progressively fill out the page in your notebook. You hear a tsk behind you, rolling your eyes as you prepare for another criticism from Satoru. Sure, he was probably right, but you refuse to feed into his ego. “Does he not link the slides to you guys or something?” he asks, this time with a friendlier tone.

“He does.” you reply, swiveling your chair until you’re facing him. He’s laying on his side again, his shirt spilling off his shoulder as your breath hitches at the sight. The blindfold is snug against his face, his hair pushed up. You’re sure that the stink of marijuana has rubbed onto your sheets and you make a mental note to wash them after class. “Then get high with me.”

“I’m in the middle of class, dumbass.”

“But you can always look at the slides later.” he suggests, “Plus, you’ve looked super stressed lately. Wonder why.”

Because of you, you want to say, but you stop yourself, opting to stay silent while pondering the offer. “Sure.”

He excitedly walks back to his room, returning to your bed seconds later with a joint between his fingertips. “This your first time?”

“Nah.”

“Ooooo,” he hums like a child, “That’s what you’re up to when we’re not around, huh?” he teases and you shake your head with a smile forming on your face.

“I guess.”

He shrugs, holding the joint up to your lips and lighting up the tip. You suck in the smoke into your lungs, holding it in, before exhaling out the screen door of your window. He takes a hit, opening his mouth and inhaling through his nose then passing it back to you. Your professor’s lecture fades into background noise as you fixate on Satoru, finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for weeks. He makes a mental note to offer you weed the next time he’s overcome by boredom.

The high hits you almost immediately. You’ve never had anything this strong and it’s liberating. You feel weightless, but your eyelids feel heavy. Your face is awfully warm and lifted and your vision gets more and more blurry by the second. The intoxication is pleasant, the present worries in your head being cut off as you focus on what’s right in front of you.

Satoru.

Satoru, your dear, irritating step brother who was kind enough to share the weed he stashes in his drawer. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him and you can’t reason why you felt so many negative emotions that you projected onto him at all. Sure, your room reeks and it’s all because of him, but the sight of him laying on your bed in a shirt that barely covers up his upper body makes your underwear feel uncomfortable. You don't know where it’s coming from, but shutting it out was easy when you’re sober. Key word: sober.

You stand from your desk, making your way to your bed and laying next to him. Both of you face each other, easily getting comfortable, warmth radiating off his body. It feels oddly intimate and your thighs press together in order to suppress the lustful feeling that takes over your body. Your arm comes around to the back of his head, tugging on the fabric that covers his eyes. “Can I take it off?”

“Sure.”

He lifts his head, allowing you to pull on the knot until it becomes undone. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a scar or something, but you’re in awe of the blue orbs that make you feel like you were staring into infinity. They’re bloodshot and half lidded and it’s when one fact you really didn’t want to accept hits you.

Satoru Gojo is one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

And he’s your step brother.

Uneasiness stirs in your lower tummy and you curse at whatever higher power that decided to give you this type of luck, but a hand on your hip trails to your back, pulling your closer and closer until your faces are at a dangerous distance. You can feel your cheeks becoming alarmingly hot and you hate that you can’t blame it on the weed. His hand comes up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “Thought you wanted me to go away?”

“Changed my mind.” you whisper, eyes slowly closing, lips parting open as you wait for him to lean in and close the gap.

“Hmm? What’s this?” he sneers, causing your eyes to shoot open and your body to jolt up from your bed. The hazy feeling on your head still remains, making it hard to stand completely straight. “Get out.” you sternly demand, leaning back on your desk chair and pointing towards your door.

“Why should I? I don’t think you really want me to leave, babe.” He props his head on his hand, leaning his elbow onto your mattress.

“It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? We’re just two people hanging out on a bed. Unless you were trying to do something else, dirty girl.”

“I- I wasn’t! You’re my step brother!”

“Step brother.” He repeats, justifying your actions.

You’re shaking, guilt occupying your mind keeping you distracted. It’s the perfect time for Satoru to get comfortable in the space between your legs, pulling down your loose shorts and taking you by surprise. Before you have a chance to protest, his nose brushes against your sensitive core, making you let out a squeak. “W-We can’t do this!”

“Didn’t you want this?” he questions, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Wanted me to take care of this pretty little pussy, right?”

You know you should be refusing. You know you should be pushing him out your door. But it’s so hard when his pupils are dilated and the grip on the sides of your thighs feels so right. At this point, you’re not thinking, only nodding along to whatever he’s saying, anticipating his next actions.

“So wet.” He mumbles, pulling down the flimsy fabric and throwing it off somewhere in the room. He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly on the pearl while holding you down as the pleasure causes you to jolt upwards. He sucks and slurps like it’s his last meal, making your empty walls pulsate and little whines along with to leave your lips. Looking down, your eyes meet his, the lower half of his face immersed in your cunt.

The wet muscle fucks into you, curling and pressing against your walls, while his thumb rubs against your little clit. He hits all the right spots that make you squirm, pushing your legs wide open to see more of your ruined pussy. The wetness collects on his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks, filling him with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Such a whore, aren’t ya?” he pulls away to comment, but your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his head back where you need him most.

The action is assertive, something he usually hates dealing with. Though this time, he’s filled with a sick sense of pride at the fact that he was able to turn you, someone who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, into a moaning mess with just his mouth. He hums satisfactorily, sending vibrations into your sensitive core that make your thighs shaky.

You’re already cumming in an embarrassingly short time, gushing all over his face while he laps up all the juices you have to offer.

Before you can process anything else, his lips capture yours, lifting your body and dropping you onto your bed. You look at him with half lidded eyes, still sensitive from your last orgasm, while he pulls off his own clothes. His length rests on the inside of your thigh and he’s huge, so huge that it feels heavy against your skin and it scares you. “Satoru, I don’t think I can take you-”

“Shhh, princess,” he reassures you, “You started this. You have to take it.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, taking the fabric of his blindfold and covering your eyes, tying a tight knot on the back of your head. This isn’t right, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it because Satoru treats you so well. He keeps you company, gives you some of his weed, eats your pussy without you having to ask him.

The only thing you can see is black and you whine. You so badly want to see Satoru’s pretty face, his chiseled body, his thick cock, but your thoughts are interrupted by the fat tip prodding at your tiny hole. “Too big..” your voice trails off as your mind is lifted, only the feeling of him splitting you in half remaining. You’ve never felt so full and it feels so dirty, yet your slick says otherwise, betraying any rational part that still resides in your body.

“I got you, Princess, don’t worry.” He slurs, drunk on the sensation of your snug walls. The stretch strings, whimpers spilling from your lips, but his cock hits every spot like no other. By the time he’s fully inside of you, it feels like he’s actually in your guts and it’s all intensified by the isolated feeling, not being able to see him at all. Every bite on your shoulder, every kiss on your open mouth, every delicious drag on your gummy walls is amplified.

You’re already cumming around him, a ring of cream forming on his cock as he gazes down at your bare body, wrapping his lips around a sensitive nipple. You squeal, your breath hitching at the same time you clamp down around his throbbing length. “Already? Such a sensitive little princess, aren’t you?” He mutters in your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the pale skin. Tears spill from your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face.

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t quite leave your lips. Only babbling noises accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt and skin slapping against skin. He’s still pounding into your cervix at a relentless pace, in awe of how your slick drips down his balls and onto the white sheets. 

Every time he hits that sweet spot, there’s an odd feeling that forms, like you’re about to make a mess. And when your next orgasm washes over you in intense waves of euphoria, a clear liquid spurts from your cunny, coating his lower stomach and your inner thighs. “Who knew my little princess was such a messy girl?” he taunts, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“S-shut up-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in close, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “I’ll clean it all up.”

His smooth voice causes you to squeeze around him, almost like you don’t want him to ever leave your cunt, and it gets harder and harder for him to move. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight, need you to loosen up,” he mumbles, his own orgasm finally approaching, your little cunny milking him for all he’s worth. 

He’s rambling little praises, hot pleasure elevated by the high, his hips stuttering and his cock stuffing you to the brim with his warm seed. You both lay there, still intertwined and his body resting on top of yours.

“Ms. (L/N)! Did you have any questions about my lesson today?”

Your face drops in horror, your hand immediately pulling off the blindfold, as you push Satoru away from you and press the leave button on Zoom. A mix of your juices drop onto the floor and he chuckles, pulling you back to bed. “This isn’t over.”

He pins you back onto the mattress, his cock twitching at the sight of your leaking cunt, pulling your thighs until you’re close and pinning them to your chest. In one swift movement, his entire cock is shoved into your cunt, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with every thrust, fucking his cum back into your womb.

Gojo Satoru would never be satisfied.

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[chikaiomoi]

distracting

characters: dabi (touya) x f!reader

title: distracting

words: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, skullfucking, degradation, daddy kink, dubcon/noncon, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, breeding kink

synopsis:

you’ve been partnered with touya for a college assignment and damn he wants to ruin your perfect little image. inspired by a quote from this prompt list.

[college au]

“You’re too distracting with your handsome face and... your... everything!”

A smirk spreads onto his features when the words spill from your lips. Touya leans against his doorway, arm against the frame, head tilted down to hold your gaze. “Is that so?” he hums.

“Y-yes!” You huff, hands planted on your hips, glaring at him with a pout that he wants to kiss so badly.

He doesn’t want to date you. No, no, no. To Touya, you’re nothing more than a conquest - a goody-two-shoes that he wants to defile. He wants to ruin you, to break you until you’re nothing but a slutty mess begging for his cock. He wants you writhing on his bed, legs spread, makeup smudged, eyes teary. He wants you absolutely fucked out. 

“Well, dollface, why don’t you come in and show me just how handsome you think I am?” he says, but he knows that won’t work. You’re not the kind of girl to bend over that easily, and that is what he finds so fun. He’s been wearing you down for weeks now. When the two of you were partnered for your college assignment, he rolled his eyes, but now? It was a blessing in disguise. Back then, he hadn’t known how cute your blush was when embarrassed, or how utterly addicting the quiet noises you made were when you think he’s not there.

Touya wants nothing more than to turn this nerd into a cock-hungry slut.

As expected, your cheeks turn beet-red. “N-no way! That’s... As if I’d just drop to my-”

He’s sick of wasting time, now. You fancy him, he wants to fuck you - it’s now or never. 

He yanks you in, his large hand grasping your wrist firmly. The door slams behind you and he shoves you against it, lips crashing against yours. The kiss is hot, hard and completely under Touya’s control. 

Fingers clamp around your jaw as he breaks from the kiss, cerulean eyes meeting yours. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he whispers, voice husky. “You’re gonna get on your knees and you’re gonna suck my cock like your life depends on it, ‘kay?” He waits for your hesitant nod before continuing. “Then I’m going to fuck your little hole until it’s red raw, yeah? If you’re a good girl, I’ll take care of it afterwards.”

You don’t have time to answer before he shoves you to his knees, working his belt with nimble digits. Before you know it, his cock is out before you, thick and throbbing, semi-erect, as if all of the taunting and teasing is almost enough to get him at full mast. Of course it is. There’s nothing in the world that he loves more than teasing girls who blush at the mere mention of sex.

Oh, wait, yes, there’s one thing.

Fucking them.

You take too long wrapping your pretty little lips around his cock, so he speeds it up for you. When your mouth opens, he grasps your hair in a tight hold and thrusts his length into the warmth of your mouth. 

“Fuck...” he groans, feet shuffling on the floor so he stands in a better position. “You don’t know how to suck cock, d’ya?” he asks with a grunt, brushing hair from your face with his free hand. “Fine, I’ll take control.” As if he wasn’t already in control.

He doesn’t care that this isn’t something you’re used to, he’s going to get off how he wants. He fucks your throat with as much vigor as he would any other hole, throbbing balls smacking against your chin. Part of him is tempted to cum down your fucked throat and watch you swallow his load, but he’ll save that for another time. 

You gasp for breath when he pulls his cock out, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his length. Grasping his shaft, he rubs the saliva all around your mouth with his tip, chuckling as his eyes remain glued on you.

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” he coos. “C’mon, on your feet. Go to my room. I don’t want Keigo coming home and seeing your fine ass.” He spanks said fine ass before pushing you towards his bedroom, keen to avoid his roommate’s certain desire to join in.

“Crawl on the bed,” he orders and - oh, you’re such a good girl for him. He’s tempted to praise you from the way you obey him so easily, but not yet; he has to break you before he praises you. 

Your skirt is easy to flip up and your panties are easy to tear away, and his cock is so hard that he doesn’t care about prepping you other than a few swipes of his fingers against your folds.

“Oh?” he chuckles upon feeling the slick damp between your legs. “Did getting skullfucked turn you on, hm?” You say nothing, so he crashes his palm onto your backside. “I asked you a question, bitch.”

You cry out and whimper, toes curling into the bedsheets in a way that almost has him weak at the knees. “Y-yes, Touya...”

Touya smirks. “No, no, no, you don’t get to call me Touya.” He leans down and bites your shoulder, your squeal like music to his ears. “Right now, I’m your master. I’m your owner. I’m your daddy. So, I’ll ask you again. Did getting skullfucked turn you on?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper.

“Mm, good girl.” Barely a second passes before his tip nudges against your hole. His hands hold your hips in a vice-like grip, nails digging into your tender flesh. When he pushes inside you, he watches you like a hawk.

You cry out and curl your fingers into the bedsheets, the grip so tight that your knuckles pale, as if holding on for dear life will make it any easier to take his thick erection. 

“Fuck, you’re tight - shiiit.” His head drops back as he groans, pleasure swimming through every limb. Your walls squeeze and tug on him, as if begging him to utterly destroy you. And because he’s a good master, he obeys your pleading cunt, and he pounds into you as if there’s no tomorrow.

Your cries and moans fill the room and your little pleads for him to slow down or be more gentle are completely ignored. His hips work overtime, the bed rocking, wooden headboard banging so loud on the wall that neighbours next door and below are sure to hear. 

“Take it...” Touya groans, head dropping forward as he wrecks your tight little pussy with his veiny cock. “Take it like a good girl, yeah? Look how you suck me in- fuuuck.” 

Your cries of daddy, daddy, daddy when you cum and writhe on his cock work like magic and he can’t help himself. Not that he ever planned anything different, but he absolutely cannot stop himself from slamming his dick deep into you and spilling his hot load inside you. You protest, but he doesn’t care. As far as he’s concerned, you’re his and he can breed you if he fucking wants to. 

He pulls out and flops onto the mattress, arms wrapping around you to pull you close to his chest. “Shit, baby doll, think you got me addicted to that cunt.” You’re trembling like a baby deer in headlights, so he strokes your spine with gentle caresses. “Fuck, nearly forgot.” 

Touya lays you on your back and crawls down your body, peppering kisses over you until he reaches the sweet spot between your legs. “I made a promise, didn’t I?” 

Touya always keeps his promises to his good girls.

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[lovelysho]

— polaroid picture

the run down ➱ eren jaeger gifts you something special.

warning ➱ minors do not interact, oral (m) receiving, pics taken.

On your most recent birthday, Eren had gifted you a polaroid camera.

He had always been a photogenic man. He loved photography and everything having to do with it. Loved to take pictures of the group when everyone was lounging around, completely unaware. Always having thought that you all looked your best when simply laid back enjoying yourselves. Loved to stop random strangers on outings around town just to have them capture a quick pic that wouldn't've come out ‘quite right’ had he taken it himself. And boy did he love selfies. Usually they were on the goofier side, but on days that he was feeling himself, you just know he had to show out. He loved the camera, and the camera loved him. 

So, it’s only fair that after you’ve unzipped those jeans, and released that pretty cock of his from its confines. The tip an aching, throbbing red. Veins protruding along his shaft, drifting down the slight curve of his dick that you love oh so much.

It was waiting, practically begging to massage the gummy interior of your cheeks, begging to be drenched in your saliva. And so you do just that. Giving the head feather light kisses and trailing them down all the way till’ you reach the very bottom. Only to drag a long stripe to the head once more with your warm tongue.

And now your head is bobbing. He’s letting out breathy groans and utterances of ‘fuck’ and ‘such a good girl, that’s a good girl’ as you’re deep throating him, taking him all in the way you know he likes.

It’s only fair that he uses that pretty polaroid cam to capture the moment. His chest is heavy and his panting is frequent, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing your hair out of your eyes, and looking down at you as he nurses his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Look at me, and say cheese, babygirl.”

And with the sound of a click the instant film slides out, and he can see it all. The tear streaks sliding down your cheeks from stuffing him whole inside your pretty little mouth (that happened to be swollen). The smudged lipstick sliding across your chin. You’re manicured hands. One gripping his cock, the other his balls; and your hair in complete and utter disarray.

God, he loved it all. His eyes grew dark just staring at the photo. He was obsessed. He’d carry it around in his wallet, sometimes his back pocket, and sometimes when he’d take another it would be hung right on his dresser.

Armin coming in his room one time, eyes widening in double-take as he glanced at the mirror, a blush coating his cheeks. Eren had asked him what he was acting so weird for, but lil’ ole min just rushed to the kitchen to ‘stack up on snacks’ instead. He almost dared any of the guys to comment on it. Wanted them to see the aftermaths of his cock abusing your lips.

You looked so fucking beautiful when you were torn and worn out. And besides, what a way to capture the moment.

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Kinktober: Day 13

Hanayama Kaoru

Minors DNI

Cock worship encompasses many different acts of attention, stimulation and adoration of the penis

Hanayama leaned back on the couch, his dark eyes studied (your name)’s face while she sat on her knees between his legs. Her eyes never left his as her hands stroked up and down his impressive length.

Hanayama smiled down at her when her lips tenderly kissed his tip. Her tongue soon dragged down his shaft, the wet muscle flicked under his frenulum, which elicited a sigh from him.

“Your cock is so big…” (your name) whispered against the member in her hands. She dragged one of her hands up and down his length. The other fondles his heavy balls. “And your balls seem heavy… I want to please you and your fat cock.”

Hanayama reached forward and tangled his hands in her hair. The yakuza pushed her face towards his member.

“Well you know where to start… open your mouth.” (Your name) eagerly nodded, the young woman opened her mouth wide for him. Hanayama pushed his fat tip into her mouth with a soft groan, their eyes never broke contact. “Remember… two slaps on my thigh and I’ll stop.”

(Your name) choked when Hanayama gave her throat a sharp thrust. Tears fell down her cheeks as he began to fuck her face. His eyes burned with lust at his submissive she was.

If she was going to worship his cock, then she better be prepared to be his personal cock sleeve. But he was a fair dom. He’d understand if he was too much to handle… but (your name) has proven him wrong time and time again.

A steady stream of a mixture of mascara and tears fell down her red cheeks but she bobbed her head to the rhythm of his thrusts. Her eyes still never broke contact from his… which only made Hanayama more lustful for her.

Hanayama lovingly ran his fingers through her hair despite the brutish actions of his thrusts in her throat. He could feel his orgasm impending just from eye contact alone…

“I’m going to cum… promise to not waste a drop or we’ll do this again.” Hanayama smirked when she bobbed her head even faster. What a hungry whore she was… his whore.

Hanayama pushed her head down until he bottomed out, his muscles taut and his face scrunched from the force of his orgasm.

Hanayama’s breathing was heavy but he pulled her head off of him with a loud pop. His eyes filled with satisfaction when she opened her mouth to reveal she swallowed every last bit.

Hanayama put his hands under her arms and pulled her onto his lap. He shoved his tongue into her mouth in a forceful dance, his fingers slid between her legs. A wicked smile on his lips as he pulled away his fingers to reveal a string of liquid on his fingers.

“You’re this turned on from worshipping my cock…” Hanayama smirked at (your name), her head leaned on his chest as she fluttered her lashes up at him.

Hanayama placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked off the essence. He gave a nod of approval. “Delicious.”

Hanayama hoisted her up on his shoulders so he could admire her soaked cunt. His eyes now made contact with hers. “My good girl deserves a reward, don’t you think?”

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[nhebi]

cold summer | a. miya | smut | minor do not interact

❥ warning : oral (m receive)

It was summer holiday and for sure — you couldn't fight against the blinding light and stinging sensation on your skin because of the sun, despite the fact that you had used half of your sunscreen's tube and weren't sure it could last in an hour.

"(y/n), babe!" a deep, rumbling voice of your boyfriend distracted you from the heat as he held out a stick of ice lolly in front of you — giving you a reassuring smile before you took it out from his hand, licking on the melted ice on your hand and sucking on the tip of the lolly.

"It's sure hot, huh," he chuckled out, noticing your burning skin when he touched your shoulder before running under a table set with a giant umbrella in the mid — enjoying the shade it gave to you before you took off your sun hat and rested your head against the heat resistant stone table, thanking anyone who made it.

"It's very hot outside, do you want to go back to the hotel now?" Atsumu asked before you nodded, hanging out your hands before he let out a soft wheeze before taking you for a piggyback.

Fortunately, the ride to the hotel was shorter than what you expected and as what Atsumu had thought — you went straight to the thermostat and lowered down the temperature to 16°C, enjoying the cool air against your skin — as, it didn't last for too long.

Sighing softly, Atsumu turned the temperature slightly higher — to 20°C — before walking towards you, who were under a thick blanket, and pulled you into a lazy cuddle. Feeling your figure under the thin, filmsy sundress, Atsumu couldn't help but letting his imagination ran wild before pressing a kiss against your neck — looking at you with a faint lust in his eyes and pulling you closer to his body.

"Really?" you raised an eyebrow at his condition, earning a soft nod from him before you bit your lower lip and let out a sigh — giving up on resisting him before getting off from the bed and knelt on the ground.

Positioning his feet, he took off his pants easily — not wanting to make you waiting for more before taking his member into your hands, still feeling nervous when you touched it — unable to fit your hand around it.

It was pretty above average — but still leaned more to thick and girthy with a prominent vein underside. Gulping down your spit, you flattened down your tongue before taking his tip inside — noticing his precum hit your taste buds as he placed his hand behind your head, groaning at your warm muscle engulfed him inside.

Pushing your head gently, Atsumu let you took your time — caressing your cheek with a small 'easy, sweetheart' when you gagged a bit. Looking at his flushed cheeks, you fit him more inside you and felt the tip down your throat — clenching lightly around it.

"Gosh– shit," Atsumu couldn't hold himself anymore and put his hands on your cheeks — fucking down your throat while your hands resting on his thighs. "I-I'm coming!" He bit his lower lip to suppress a moan and spurted straight to your throat.

Swallowing each of his warm seeds, you rested your head on his lap — smiling lightly when you felt his hands on your head.

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[babytsum]

berry if ur still doing the thirst event could i please get one of reader domming yachi and like full of teasing and praise 🛐 pls i love her theres not enough smut for her :((

warnings: fingering, oral (f receving), wlw, edging, praise

yes im still doing the thirst event n OF COURSE,,, yachi is so underrated n shes so cute in the timeskip <33333

“such a good girl,” you coo, your drenched fingers pumping into her sopping heat. 

hitoka is beautiful, from the loose waves of blonde hair that spread all over the pillow to her pretty pink cunny. just as she’s clenching hard around your digits, you remove them, whines of protest spilling from her lips. “patience, bunny.” you’re fascinated by the way the strands of slick on your fingers connect together when you spread them apart.

your tongue trails up from her entrance to her little sensitive bud, sucking softly until she arches her back. your fingers plunge into her once again, attacking her g spot, lewd squelching noises filling the room. 

“you’re doing so well, pretty bunny.”

#yes im in love with yachi #shut up #🍓.thirsts! #🍓.yachi hitoka #yachi hitoka x reader #hitoka yachi x reader #yachi x reader #yachi hitoka smut #hitoka yachi smut #tw.praise #tw.fingering #tw.oral #tw.edging

[boba-cafe]

Miss little liar

yandere Wakasa x reader

order From this customer

TW: Yandere, dubcon, noncon , dark content, impact play, rough sex, angry sex, spanking, chocking, spitting, toys, angry Wakasa, edging, overstimulation, oral (m receiving), degrading words

Boba order: you lied to your dearest boyfriend and that didn't go so well...

You played yourself.

You were a fool, walking into your own death.

There was no way you would want Wakasa to be angry with you. Wakasa had always been by your side- either you were willingly allowing him to be by your side, or he forced it. He had always been with you, and had always been watching your every step.

Usually, Wakasa would either be the one to head to your side or he would make you come to him. He didn't see you the whole day today, though. He didn't see you at your favorite places to be, or at school, or with your friends. He texted you:

Wakasa: where are you?

You texted back that you were planning to visit your folks because of some issues that came up. That confused Wakasa for a while because: Why didn't you tell him ahead of time? Why was this now? Why couldn't he come with you? Many thoughts and questions were racing in Wakasa's head. He was planning to text back those questions, but there was a Black Dragon meeting, and he needed to be there. You were lucky to get off this time.

What you didn't tell him though, was that you were lying about your whereabouts and instead, was planning to go to a different country for a vacation. You were tired of him being by your side, with all eyes on you. You needed some time alone, and it always felt suffocating to be under his watch.

The meeting was done, and Wakasa could finally text you back, asking: where are you right now?

No response- which was funny to him. He doesn't think his pretty princess would have the audacity to ignore his messages. Wakasa kept spamming your messages:

Wakasa: where are you?

Wakasa: hello??

Wakasa: Princess??

Wakasa: Doll answer me now

Wakasa: Why aren't you answering me???

Wakasa: I want an answer now.

Six messages and no response calls not answered too- he wasn't happy with the silence he was getting from you. He didn't see you the whole day, and you didn't even tell him your whereabouts and how long you were leaving him? He was beyond furious- he was livid. More than anything, Wakasa’s anger could have been mistaken as murderous. He checked all the spots and your parents' place- to his surprise; you weren't there. Oh, so his girl was a little liar to him now?

It was two weeks. Two weeks of your vacation. You had just come back, and you walked into your home. The door was unlocked. You open the door to see Wakasa in the middle of the living room. He looked livid- like as if he was ready to commit homicide. No time was wasted- Wakasa pushed you against the door and both of his hands on your neck, asking where the fuck you were- you better answer honestly, or there will be consequences.

You weakly said you went on vacation for a while- you just needed some alone time to relax, hoping the answer was appropriate enough to have him let go of your neck and to calm him down a bit. Wakasa let you go for a bit, but then later dragged you to the couch and forced you to bend on his lap. “Pull your bottoms down and your panties to- count all or we start all over.”

The first spank was hard. He wanted you to feel how hard it was. Then the second, third, fourth, and fifteen spanking. Your ass is in pain- it’s bright red with his hand imprinted on it- you're in tears. It's so painful you swear it was like being in hell. It was exhausting. But Wakasa wasn't done with his lying bitch yet.

He forced you on your knees- after the hard spanking; it was painful to be on your knees. But rather than upsetting him anymore, you complied with the order. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He forced your mouth to open, then he was fucking your face. He was forcing it so much; you were nearly choking on his length. It was burning your throat- you were having a hard time breathing.

That didn't stop him though- he kept fucking your mouth till he cummed. Wakasa forced his cock deeper in your throat- cum was spilling in your throat and you couldn’t chock it out. It was spilling in your throat- so much of his cum- it was hard to take him any further. Wakasa said to keep your mouth open and spill nothing. Continuing to comply, you kept your mouth open with his cum still in it- Wakasa then spit in your mouth and closed it.. “Swallow it now.”

Fearing the man in front of you, you swallow his cum and spit. It was humiliating and disgusting. You were embarrassed and in pain from all the spanking, and now swallowing his seed right in front of him. You were tired. But it wasn't the end. Wakasa had something behind him, and it was a small clit stimulator. He forced you on the floor and forced your legs wide open. He had the vibrator on the highest level, and placed it on top of your clit. He watched you tremble and moan- the feeling was too much. The pleasure was going to have you cumming- only to have Wakasa pull it off your clit leaving you cumless. Wakasa continued to stimulate your clit and never let you cum once. “Liars don't get to come,'' he said.

You look so pathetic right now. You're trembling and panting. Your eyes speak of lust- desiring for his cock to fuck your hole senselessly to be used so much, that you be turned into a whore in a matter of weeks. You looked desperate, your cunt was sparkling with your sweet juice. That's what Wakasa wanted- he wants you to look like a whore for him.

What? What's with that look now, acting as if he didn’t know what that look was?. He knew what you wanted. He would rather have you say it though. You were trembling, saying, “P-p-please, Wakasa.. Please use me.” Oh, he will use you.

With no remorse, Wakasa pushed his member in your pussy. His thrust was hard, rough. He was making sure he was fucking your cervix. All he heard from you was moans saying how it was too much. “Wakasa, please, i-it hurts so much-” Oh, as if Wakasa cared. From his perspective, you should've been honest with him. If you didn't want to be treated like a whore, then you should've been a good girl, and this would've never happened.

You were close to cumming- Wakasa could feel it. He could feel how your walls were closing on him, how you were about to cum. The moment you did, he fucked over your high over and over and over again. Even if you had cummed once, or twice, or even sixth times, he was gonna abuse that hole until he was satisfied. Your cunt was nearly spilling out his own cum over and over- your body couldn't take it anymore. It was too much- the pleasure of his cock was too much for you.

After for God knows how long, he was fucking you- you weren't keeping up with the rounds. He cummed, and came down from his own high, then finally stopped and landed his body on yours, holding your body as close to his as he could. He warned you that if you would ever do such a thing again- he wouldn't be easy on you next time. Don't ever fucking lie to him, ever.

That warning and that moment will forever be engraved in your head- if you want to keep your man happy

#MM post #tw.yandere #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revenger #tw.dark content #tw.dubcon #tw.noncon #tw.edging #tw.overstimulation #tw.impact play #tw.spanking #tw.chocking #tw.spitting #tw.toys #tw.oral (m recieveing) #wakasa imaushi #imaushi wakasa #tw. noncon

[readerinsertz]

(Age 20) Hiii could you possibly write more abt reki and puppy play? Im in love with that idea and would love to hear anything else you can write about it 🥺💞 if you have the time and desire to write it ofc! (Fem! Reader please)

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+Content, MDNI, afab!reader, pet play, puppy play, kneeling, oral (male receiving), bit of verbal humiliation, ball worship, deep throating, oral fixation, not proofread, little degradation, cum eating/swallowing, soft dehumanisation (been reading to many kylo ren fics)

A/N: thank you for putting your age 😭😭 This is a bit diff to the kinks list thing I did, guess I'm in a certain m o o d

“Gooood girl,” Reki coos as you drop the ball back into his palm. Your hips wiggle at the praise, the tail attached to the buttplug nestled in your ass tickling the back of your thighs as it swings. Reki gently throws the ball to the other side of his workshop. You don’t move, staring adoringly at him.

“Okay, fetch.” Reki gives you permission and you bound over to where the ball is rolling to a halt. You open your mouth to grab the ball, pausing to make sure the ball was firmly in your clutch before heading back to your Master and dropping it by his feet.

“Such a good girl,” Reki tells you, crouching so he could roughly pet your head with both hands. You just wiggle your butt more in happiness. The red haired male leans back, amber eyes flicking up to your now lopsided ears. Strong fingers pull the band back into position, giving your head one last pet. You flop onto your back, showing him your tummy as you pant in response. “I have the cleverest puppy in the entire world.” Reki coos down at you in his baby voice. It has heat burning across your cheeks at how he uses a tone made for animals on you. The heat in between your thighs is molten from it though. He runs a hand down your front, stopping at your dripping pussy and cupping his hand over it. You whine and roll your hips into him, hoping to get some stimulation on your clit.

“Awww, is my puppy girl in heat? Is that why she’s humping my hand like a bitch? Need something inside of you?” Reki asks in a condescending tone. You can only whimper in response, begging him with your brown eyes to help you. Instead, the male stands up and stares down at you.

“Heel.” You roll back onto hands and knees, sidestepping you’re by his heels. Reki gives you a head pat as a reward then strides to the other side where his workbench is located. You keep in line with him, never straying from his heels.

“Such a clever girl. Who’s a clever girl? Are you a clever girl?” Reki asks as he sits down in the chair. Your butt frantically shakes and you let out a few short barks at the words. Reki laughs at how happy you are, resisting the urge to go back to playing with you. He turned the chair back to the table and began tinkering with some skateboard objects. You sit back on your heels, shaking your head just to hear your collar jingle, the heart-shaped pendant with “Reki’s” hitting the material of the collar and your clavicle a few times. For a few minutes, you’re content to just sit and watch your Master work away. Eventually, though you get bored. A hand bats the seated male’s thigh, getting his attention.

“What’s the matter? What does my good girl need?” Reki asks, stopping all his work to give you his full concentration. You turn your head to the small box of toys and make a whining noise. “Go ahead, princess, pick one,” Reki gives you permission, comprehending your noises- it had taken a while to not talk in this headspace but Reki had put so much time and effort into your training that gradually you had gotten better at not talking. Your head tilts to the side as you look at the toys in the box, trying to decide which toy you want. Reki calls your name, a sign to hurry up with the choosing. You pick a blue rubber bone, grabbing it in your jaw and trotting to your Master.

“Whatcha pick?” Reki ask, hand out for you to drop it in. You’re not feeling bratty so immediately let it fall into his waiting palm. Even though at the end of every session Reki cleans all the toys used, he stills reaches into a drawer and gets a wet wipe to clean it, using a tissue to dry it off. Once cleaned and dried he hands it vertically back to you. You jump up onto your knees to grab it, half the toy sticking out of your lips. Reki snorts, the curves at the end of the thin bone making it look like balls and a penis disappearing into your hot mouth. Your head tilts again, confused at why Master was chucking at you. Reki just rubs the top of your head and gets back to his work. You decide your puppy brain is too small to try and understand why he was laughing and instead crawl under the table to lay on the pink cushion Reki had placed.

Having the bone in your mouth makes it even harder than normal to think of anything other than sucking Reki’s long cock. You don't even notice your head starting to bob up and down the long, thin part of the bone until you feel it wobbling. You cage it in between your inner wrists, not even thinking about using your hands with their opposable thumbs. With the additional support, you begin to sink your mouth down the bone. Saliva drips from your lips, making the slide easier. It doesn’t take too many bobs until your lips are wrapped around the bottom of the shaft, your tongue swirling around the rounded bone ends. You rest there for a few moments, eyes rolled back as you relish having something fulling your mouth. A few more butt wiggles escape without you realising; you’re too out of it to even acknowledge that at some point in your blowjob your hips had raised, back arching to show you were ready to be mounted.

“Seems my good girl is more a slut than a good girl,” Reki states. You dart your eyes up, not even bothering to remove the toy, Reki stares down at you, resting his head on one hand. He doesn’t look angry so you wiggle your butt. Your Master sighs and pushes away from the table, one hand snatching a handful of your hair and pulling you towards his crotch. “If you wanted to be a cocksucker you should have told me,” he scolds, one hand managing to undo his belt and pop his button. Your eyes are focused on the bulge straining at the seam of his jeans. The skater lets go of your hair for a few seconds to unzip his flyer and wrestle his trousers down enough to free his dick. Unfortunately, he forgot to account for his over-eager puppy. The moment you felt his hand let go of your hair, you jerk forward and nuzzle his clothed member. A hiss above you indicates that Master enjoyed your actions and you move to rub your cheek against the rough material again but Reki jerks your head back with the back of your collar. You choke for a second but let the male manhandle you into the position he wants.

“So fucking impatient,” Reki mutters under his breath, one hand wrapping around the base of his freed dick. Your tongue lolls out, never breaking eye contact as he slowly pumps his cock. “Sit,” Reki instructs. Immediately, you obey flattening the tops of your feet onto the floor, resting your weight on them then opening your legs. Your hands rest in the space between your knees and you lean forward so you can roll your feet onto their sides to be more comfortable.

“You want to suck my dick? Let it hit the back of your throat?” Reki asks, bringing the hand that had been jerking his shaft to your mouth. Lips opening, Reki shoves his digits in, the salt taste of his precum making your eyes roll back. “Speak if you want to be a useful cocksucker.”

You pull back, sucking in a breath to start begging Reki for permission to suck his cock. A split second before the words tumble out of your spit-covered lips you remember that puppies don’t talk. You bark up at your Master, praying it would be the right thing.

“Go ahead,” Reki tells you. You can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed at him using his baby voice to order you around. Having sucked the toy and aching to pleasure Reki, you manage to take him all the way down to the base in one go. A few soft curses fall from Reki’s lips; you flick your eyes back up at his knowing how much he loved the sight of you kneeling between his legs, lips wrapped around his dick and your big doe eyes staring at him. Reki rolls his hips, dick inching even further down. The action causes you to gag and pull back a little, Reki’s hand gripping the back of your head allowing you to do so. Thick strands of drool connect your plump lips to the tip of his dick.

Your Master lets you catch your breath for a moment then tugs you back onto his dick. This time his hand is more firm, controlling your movements; when your nose reaches the red curls, your Master keeps you there, groaning at the feel of your throat spasming around the intrusion. You swallow back a gag, Reki jerking his hips up into your mouth at the pleasure. One hand skims up his leg to play with his balls, your tongue sticking out to try and lap them. Reki releases your head and you pull off his dick, wrapping your lips around one and using one hand to massage the other whilst your other hand jerks your boyfriend off. You worship his balls as Reki mutters a mixture of swears and praises, switching to suck on his other testicle and then again to kitten lick his mushroom tip, lapping up the bead of precum.

You can hear Reki edging closer to the edge, the way his pants and moans became louder and more frequent. Your Master uses your collar to pull you off his cock with a popping noise, frantically jerking off in front of you. Your tongue slips out and laps at his tip to give him extra pleasure.

“St-stick your-fuck-tongue out,” Reki tells you breathlessly. You comply without hesitation. The visual of you, on your knees, puppy ears on your head and your tongue sticking out, is the push he needs, spurting cum onto your face and tongue. Reki slouches against the back of the chair, trying to catch his breath. Your tongue remains to stick out, drool dripping from both corners but you ignore it and concentrate on keeping his cum on your tongue.

“What a good girl,” murmurs your Master as he takes in your position, head still leaning back on the chair. “Keeping my cum on her tongue until I tell her to swallow,” you whine in the back of your throat, wanting desperately to do just that. “Go ahead, swallow for me.” You exaggerate the action and open your mouth afterwards. Reki groans appreciatively, a hand lazily stroking your hair. You close your eyes and relax into the sensation, head resting on his thigh. The fire between your legs rages on, hotter than ever, but you’re content for just Reki to get to orgasm. Your eyes snap open when two arms scoop you up and drop you into your Master’s lap.

“Oh, puppy, you really thought I’m not gonna fuck your wet pussy as well?”

#s8 infinity smut #s8 infinity #sk8 smut #reki kyan smut #tw.smut #tw.humiliation #tw.pet play #tw.puppy play #tw.oral #tw.oral fixation #tw.kneeling #tw.cum eating #tw.dehumanisation #tw.degradation #tw.verbal humiliation #ask #request

[serostuffsmh]

glove fetish | overhaul

Chisaki will wear all kinds of gloves for you. If he were to ask you which were your favourite, he would be able to see the wheels turn in your little head. All of them were appealing in their own lewd way.

The leather ones that you appropriately gave the name, “punishment gloves.” As their named suggested if he were feeling particularly sadistic and felt he needed to, he would cruelly swat at your ass or give you a correction slap to your cheek. They squeaked anytime he made the faintest movement and made a particularly satisfying leathery crack against your soft skin, and creating the faintest outline of a welt in the shape of his hand. Chisaki can get quite rough when he wears them, harshly groping you and slapping any sensitive places that would make you yelp.

If he were to wear his signature cotton gloves, you knew your body was going to receive long overdue loving. Those soft gloves that were the colour of bone and tickled when they grazed your skin. They were to knead your virgin soft flesh playfully, and listen to your lighthearted giggles. Never used to dirty or disgrace you.

If he wanted to make a mess of you, that was for his surgical gloves. The common medical gloves that were only meant for mundane checkups and not finger fucking your lover unless you were Chisaki of course. It was almost Pavlovian when he pulled the skin-tight gloves up and letting the cuff snap on his wrist, that unconsciously made you salivate. Using them to squeeze your awaiting cheeks together and force your mouth open with his thumb. Rolling his latex protected fingers around your mouth to collect the any spit and pinching your tongue to let drool helplessly pool on the floor. The same gloves he would use to stir up your insides when it was full of his cum. There was no muss or fuss from him, he would be able to touch anywhere he’d like or probe any slick orifice without the irritating aftermath of flesh flaring up.

#needed to repost because it got flagged :^ #overhaul #overhaul x reader #tw.oral fixation #tw.impact play #bnha x reader #mha x reader #kai chisaki #overhaul smut #chisaki kai #overhaul x y/n #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha thirsts #mha thirsts #mha #bnha imagines #bnha #mha imagines #jen writes smut #minors dni #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero imagines

[abs-so-lewdly]

𝖁𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖝 𝕱!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖘 𝕳-𝕲𝖎𝖋𝖘

tw/cw:

jack is involved (shotacon), mind the tw/cw at each link

notes:

minors DNI (any minors found interacting will be blocked), contains links to GIFs under the cut, may or may not update from time to time

O★Z

Yuki Ange:

(tw/cw.semi-public sex) " when he's feeling a bit pent up after/before a live, you're there to help him. "

Guilitia Brion:

(tw/cw.bondage) " you got on his last nerve, and this is your punishment. "

Eve Louise:

(tw/cw.grinding/dry humping) " this is how your mornings would start off. "

Robin Laffite:

(tw/cw.semi-public sex) " he spoils you at an onsen. "

LOS † EDEN

Saga Latour:

(tw/cw.rough sex) " morning sex with him always has you walking funny. "

Mist Flaive:

(tw/cw.spanking) " mist needed a stress-relief from handling jack all day long & you were more than happy to help. "

Jack Mouton:

(cw/tw.shotacon) " you teach jack a little lesson on why he shouldn't be such a brat. "

Veuve Elizabeth:

(tw/cw.oral sex) " beth wanted you try on the lingerie specifically designed for you. "

ECLIPSE

Dimitri Romanee:

" dimitri couldn't wait until the two of you were out of your formals to ravish you; it must be because of that dress he wanted you to wear. "

Hyde Jayer:

" hyde decides to join you one evening in the bath. "

#abs: visual prison #abs txt: h gif series #abs txt: x reader #abs txt + pic #p.s: i cheated the system by adding links instead because the original post was flagged #(boo tumblr boo) #minors DNI #tw.shotacon #cw.shotacon #tw.bondage #cw.bondage #tw.spanking #cw.spanking #visual prison smut #tw.oral sex #cw.oral sex #tw.rough sex #cw.rough sex #tw.semi-public sex #cw.semi-public sex #tw.grinding #cw.grinding #tw.dry humping #cw.dry humping #tw.nsft #cw.nsft