#You can't tell me the fabricator make anything that tastes good

[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (yes you are)

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(Chapter ten baby!!!!)

Danny isn't stupid. He knew Giga Fish was still here somewhere. Watching him... Hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, oxygen ticking lower and lower as he darted back into the semi-safety of his base.

A backpack full of peepers and bladderfish smelled awful. Getting the fishy smell out of his suit was going to take ages! Bladder fish are natural water filters. The fabricator draws out drinkable water from the fish's well...Bladder. Ancients, he hoped the fabricator sterilized this with its little lasers.

Non vegan water...

Sam would have a conniption fit, Tucker would love everything about it. He'd find a way to contact them soon if they didn't find him first. The earful he would get from Jazz might just be worse than his giant stalker. Getting lectured by Jazz would be preferred over sitting here with a gigantic fish a few dozen meters away. At least with Jazz, he knew she cared about him. He didn't know what the big guy wanted from him. Danny wasn't exactly a snack you'd travel through the sea for.

Whatever the guy wanted, Danny didn't care. As long as they both stuck to themselves, things would go just fine...

Peeking through the curtain, Danny saw the massive eel-like fish curled up, staring directly at his base.

Danny really wanted to study the guy. What were his eating habits? He didn't seem to be interested in eating any of the fish around him. Both the sharp teeth at the front of his maw and the shiny bioluminescent stripes that drew fish closer to him suggested a carnivore, but his complete disinterest conflicted with this.

Could a fish be vegetarian? A fish capable of sentience like this one probably could, but Danny didn't want to shove his head in the lion's mouth to test that.

Drawing on his PDA, Danny sketched out the blueprints for a table with a trash bin that slotted into the left side. Two air-tight cabinets were built into it. One smaller one underneath the trash bin and one larger, like a fridge on the right. In the middle was a collapsible set of stairs that'd allow him to reach the top of the table. Maybe making the table shorter would be more convenient, but giving up that extra storage space along with his dignity would be too much for him right now. The table top was a bit too empty for his liking, so he added small drawers at the back edge of the table. A perfect place to store small blades and silverware when he created the blueprints for them. Overall, it was much more like a workstation with built-in storage than a table, but Danny still planned to eat his meals here just as he planned to prepare them.

The fabricator would've been sufficient to cook his meals, but the lasers vaporized the shit out of the organs and bones of the fish. Anything nonedible in a fish's body turned to dust. The dusted ligaments and organs gave the meat a medical taste, like using hydrogen peroxide as mouthwash. Sure, the lasers were cool, but what was the point of cooking if your food tasted like high-tech sadness? It was bad enough that the only seasoning he had was salt. He didn't need his food to taste like it was made in a lab. Gutting his own fish was a necessity. Anything he couldn't eat could be tossed outside for the carnivores to snack on. They deserved a little treat for dealing with his stupidity.

Danny built his little table close to his fabrication station, ensuring it was anchored to the floor and wall. An unsteady piece of furniture could flatten him into an ugly pancake. If his friends were here, they'd agree he looked much cuter when he's only fifty percent dead.

Quickly stepping up to the table with his backpack full of fish, he unsheathed his survival knife... The knife would've been so much more effective than his teeth when he fought the big guy. Danny fought the urge to facepalm. What's done is done, he bit someone like a feral raccoon, but everything worked out!

Gutting fish was more difficult than he'd expected it to be. It was hard to tell if his lack of experience or now tiny hands were what made the task feel a thousand times harder. Peeper blood was yellow, but his own was still a vibrant red that dripped onto the table with every slip of the hand. It felt like a fishing trip with Dad, only without the forty-minute lecture on the dangers of ghost fish.

Running his hands over the now gutted Peepers, Danny used all the power he could muster, freezing them solid. Spots danced in his peripherals, the floor spinning underneath him like a carousel. It took a minute or two to regain his composure. Sitting on the ground with his frozen fish head pounding, face flushed red. Forcing his powers was like trying to drink scalding hot coffee through a toothpick-thin straw. It left him out of breath, fingertips burning with no evidence of damage.

There was an ecto dampener on this planet, he was certain of that. One stronger than any of the ones his parents had built. A radius that reached far past the planet's atmosphere yet still remained potent enough to prevent any significant power usage.

Unfortunately for whoever put the field up, it didn't cancel out his powers completely. Maybe if it did, he would have died completely, saving the culprit or culprits from being mauled. If Danny was anything, he was a stubborn bastard, and there was no amount of dampening that would stop him from clawing the faces of whatever had the audacity to do this! If he had access to his powers he could've saved everyone!

Over a hundred people died because he wasn't strong enough to save them! Because he was prevented from saving them. Ships like the Aurora don't just crash and burn for no reason. Alterra might skimp out a bit on employee safety, but the engineers they hired for serious maintenance were top-of-the-line. Underpaid, but top of the line, they wouldn't make a mistake that could cause that much damage. The way the ship shook, it felt like something had hit them. Everything about this seemed more and more suspicious the more thought he put into it.

For now all he could do was survive in hopes of finding some kind of lead. Finding and stopping whatever was stifling his powers was number three on his to-do list. Just above studying the wildlife but below finding other survivors and surviving himself.

First things first was rations! Both he and any other survivor would need food and water. While he was set with his... questionably hygienic water, fabricating more was a necessity. Giga fish was still out there, Danny could feel eyes on him whenever he passed the glass. All it would take was a split decision to plop his tail in front of the hatch, and Danny was trapped in here to either starve or dry out like a sponge under a sunlamp.

Coral samples and crumbling chunks of salt were taken by the fabricator, turned into bleach within the blink of an eye. The PDA screamed at him, a pitch that could've made his ears bleed. Warnings flashed on screen, the AI desperately pleading with him not to put the substance anywhere near his face. A wild contradiction to the PDA entrance that recommended using it to disinfect his wounds.

Only when he used the bleach to fabricate more water did the tablet stop screaming. The water smelt chemical, and it tasted vaguely of metal coins. Like the overpriced bottled waters, you'd find at an airport vending machine. Laying the bottles on their sides, he stashed them away in the cabinet, placing frozen peepers between each layer. Cold water wasn't a luxury he'd be willing to give up, nor was it something he'd give himself a mind-splitting headache over. So the obvious solution was to turn the cabinet into a disturbing refrigerator with dead fish eyes that stared into the deepest depths of his soul!

Nobody ever said survival was aesthetically pleasing.

Walking back to the window, Danny stares flatly at the curtain. Apparently, the whole "You can't see me, therefore I no longer exist," rule didn't work on this guy, so the curtain was completely useless. Peeking past the cloth, he could see the fish staring at him. Didn't even bother to hide, just sat there like he didn't belong hundreds of meters down doing anything else.

If watching him gave this guy joy, he's going to do something nobody could be entertained by. No longer should he be the comedian for giga fish! He was going to do something so drastic, something he'd only done sparely over the past year! He was going to...

Sleep!

He collapsed down onto the floor, curling himself up with the low-hanging curtains. Spite made it all the easier for him to fall asleep.

@ashoutinthedarkness @avelnfear @meira-3919 @thought-u-said-dragon-queen @hugsandchaos @blep-23 @zeldomnyo @bytheoldwillowtree @justwannabecat @shepherdsheart @starlightcat04 @stargazing-bookwyrm @pupstim @dragongoblet

#You can't tell me the fabricator make anything that tastes good #dpxdc #dp x dc #subnautica au #dcxdp #dc x dp #Damian's going to get a mean nickname if he keeps things up

[authorhjk1]

The Roman Goddess (part II)

Sana X Male Reader

The taxi ride to her hotel feels like it's taking hours. Her white top still shows hints of your last moment alone. Since then, the two of you met not a lot of people. Only a couple of oblivious visitors and the taxi driver.

The later was staring at her for a couple of moments as the two of you got in. It wasn't your place to say something, she is married after all. But you can't really blame him.

Even after you just had her kneeling half naked in front of you, you still glance at her every two seconds.

You still feel like you are dreaming. How you managed to pull it off still remains a mystery to you. Or maybe she was looking for someone anyway? And you were just the first guy to hit on her?

Maybe. And even if that's the case, you don't really care. As long as she is taking you to her hotel room, you don't care why she is doing this.

"What's your name by the way?"

The taxi driver's radio is too loud for him to understand what the two of you are saying. Italian words echo through the car.

The young woman raises an eyebrow.

"Now you are curious? After you came on me?"

You feel your cheeks heating up, but you see how the left corner of her mouth moves upwards a little.

"Y-You asked me to."

She tilts her head as if she is trying to recall the scene in the museum.

"You sound like I forced you to do that."

Somehow she did. Or at least her body. Who wouldn't want to cum on her chest? Especially if she says she wants it?

"So?"

You brake the silence after a couple of moments. Although it's anything but quiet in the car. As far as you can tell, the driver is listening to a soccer game.

"I'm not sure if I should tell you."

"I just came on your chest. Shouldn't you trust me by now?"

You see her smirking, intrigued by the way you used her words against her.

"I won't tell you my name. Just in case."

She finally turns her head towards you, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Just call me Venus."

"Venus?"

You can't help but chuckle.

"Didn't we already establish that you are like Aphrodite?"

'Venus' shrugs her shoulders. An elegant gesture coming from her.

"You said that Venus was more important."

You nod quietly.

You feel out of place. You've never been to such a hotel before. Everything looks expensive. The white marble floor, the cedar wooden reception desk, the golden elevator doors with pretty engravings.

The lobby just looks insane to you. But Venus just walks through the big hall, her head raised high, her confident stride makes her heels klick on the floor.

Trailing behind her, you see how well dressed everyone is. It's not like your outfit sucks, a simple white shirt and jeans, but the other guests are wearing suits and dresses.

"Mrs. Minatozaki."

The receptionist greets her, handing her the key for her room. Her name sounds Japanese.

"And this is a package that just arrived. It's for you."

"Thank you."

Venus, or Mrs. Minatozaki, takes the small box and walks towards the elevator. You follow her, trying not to draw too much attention to yourself.

As soon as she throws the package on the bed, she turns around. You tried to see what her room looked like, or rather suite, but her intense gaze makes you focus on her.

"Come here."

She whispers, slinging her arms around your neck. You lean down, meeting her halfway as the two of you start to indulge into each other's lips.

You realize that your hands once again are exploring her body. As if you can't get enough. Her curves feel so good underneath the fabric.

"Fuck, your lips taste so good,-"

You catch her pause.

"I need a name for you too."

Her lips leave yours, before they kiss your cheek, moving towards your neck.

"Any suggestions? It should fit mine."

It's hard to concentrate, when you have a woman like Venus kissing your neck. Impossible even. But you luckily know your way around Roman mythology.

"Mars."

You feel one of her hands slide down your back.

"Mars fits the theme."

"And who is that?"

You don't know if she is pretending or not, but you feel her hand reaching your crotch. Yours are on her waist. Still amazed by how small it is, you try your best to explain.

"The Roman god of war. And agriculture."

You feel her chuckle into your neck.

"That's an interesting combination."

"Well,.. "

You can't stop it. Your history nerd side comes back to life. Despite the fact that Venus is slowly letting her fingers glide over your jeans.

"That combination is a characteristic of early Rome. Military and farming both have their peak during the summer. It makes sense to me."

You feel her bite you skin slightly.

"Are you gonna keep talking? Or do you want to fuck?"

"T-The second one."

"Me too. Mars."

She whispers, before backing away.

It feels weird to be called by a name of a god.

"Give me just a minute."

Venus takes the package and disappears into the bathroom.

Standing alone, you are not quite sure what to do. Take your clothes off? Stand in place? Get on the bed?

Your eyes roam the big room as you realize how much this must cost. Hundreds. Maybe even a thousand a night or something.

Even the bed looks like the best you've ever seen. It's almost three times as big as yours. Golden ornaments are decorating its wooden bed frame.

You decide to get rid off your clothes. A moment later you are lying on the soft mattress, only in your underwear. Then, the door opens. You feel your jaw dropping in amazement.

Venus leans against the white doorframe.

Her black lace bra shows her porcelain like skin underneath. Her tits look a little bigger than before. Her panties match her bra. Black lace. It shows of how small her waist is. Her toned stomach really makes her look like a goddess. The black straps that connect her stockings with her panties each have a golden ring in the middle. The heels she is wearing complete her all black outfit

"I see you like it?"

You look down at your crotch. That's a very clear yes.

Watching her walk over to you almost makes you drool. Her hips sway from left to right, her hair, now lose, follows the same rhythm.

"I don't even remember the last time my pussy was filled."

She crashes down on you, not giving you time to react, when she reaches the bed. Landing on top of you, you feel her center rub against yours. Her hands in your hair. Her lips on yours once again.

The two of you exchange a passionate kiss, her hands slowly going through your hair. Yours are traveling down her back, until they reach their destination. You squeeze her cheeks, making Venus moan into your mouth.

"Naughty boy."

She coos, before she slides down your body. Her tits graze your covered crotch in the process. Once her face is on the right hight, she pulls your boxers off.

"I've already missed this so much."

She sighs, before diving in. Without a word of warning, you feel how Venus swallows your cock. Her warm mouth makes you groan as you sink into the cushions.

Reaching down, you hold her hair back as her head bobs up and down. Her blowjob is messy. Her saliva is starting to get everywhere. Your cock, your balls, your thighs, the mattress.

The only thing you can do is watch. Her eyes lock onto yours, trying to stare into your soul.

"Fuck."

You groan, unable to withstand her attack.

"So delicious."

She murmurs as she let's her tongue dance along your shaft, before taking you back into her mouth.

You can feel how impatient she is. Her blowjob is gaining in pace, her hands moving along your thighs. She starts to fuck her face onto your cock.

With a load groan, you almost cum right there. She pulls away early enough. Your disappointment is quickly replaced by heart pounding excitement.

"Eat me, please."

She gets on her knees, pulling her panties to the side. The mouth watering view almost gives you goosebumps. Her folds are wet, her pussy cleanly shaven.

You pull her hips towards you, making Venus sit on your face. Her pussy tastes even better than it looks. You can't get enough after only one lick. Her hands are in your hair again, forcing you to bury yourself even deeper into her core.

"Yes, baby."

She sighs, her head rolling back. Your pace quickens as you insert a finger into her wet core, while you lick her clit. Her velvet walls clench around you, dying for any friction at all.

"More. More!"

Her moans become louder, her whines needier.

At one point, she starts to ride your face. Your finger is still inside of her, egging her on.

"So close. The museum made me so wet."

You can feel her orgasm slowly approaching. Her pussy clenches around your finger even harder.

"Fuck!"

She almost shouts as she cums on your face.

Her sweet nectar tastes like peaches as you are forced to drink it, her hands keeping you in place.

"That was so good."

She sighs, her body visibly relaxing on top of you.

"I don't even remember the last time..."

She trails off, glancing down at you.

"I need you inside of me, Mars. Fuck me hard."

You tighten the grip on her waist, suddenly sitting up. It makes her fall off you and she lands on her back. You are now kneeling in front of her wet core, your cock grazing her folds.

"Give it to me."

She watches with a satisfied look on her face as you start to penetrate her pussy. Her tightness makes it hard to fit all of your cock inside of her in one go. You have to slowly ease in and out a couple of times, until you finally bottom out.

"Fuck, you are big."

She sighs as she feels how you fill her. Her pussy hugs your cock as tight as it can.

Her hands grab the sheets as you start to fuck Venus. Her body rocks back and forth on the mattress. Your hands are placed on her hips as you enjoy her pussy. It almost feels like she is made for you.

"More!"

Her head sinks into the sheets as you start to fuck her harder. Her legs wrap around you, trapping you, not allowing you to go anywhere but deeper. Not that you mind. If you could only stay inside of her forever...

Your body moves on its own, driven by your carnal desires. Every thrust makes her breasts jiggle slightly, despite the fact that they are still secure inside her bra. Her eyes are staring up at you, tracing the drops of sweat that form on your forehead, before they fall onto your chest or her tummy.

"Gosh, your cock..."

You see how her eyes become smaller, until they finally close. Her mouth is slightly open, moan after moan escaping her pretty lips.

"How are you so tight?"

You can't help but wonder. How is she this perfect? That face of hers would already be enough for every man to fall for her. But her body turns you into a slave to your animalistic instincts. And her pussy.. You can't describe it with words.

It feels like you are in paradise. And at the same time, you feel something like guilt. You shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be fucking her. She is a married woman. And yet, that fact somehow turns you on even more.

Venus should be off limits to you. Because she is way out of your league. And because she is married. But here you are. Fucking her, while she whines and mewls, asking you to go faster.

For a moment, you wonder if she is alone in Rome. Or is her husband with her? You haven't thought about this possibility yet. That he and her might have spent the night right here. In this bed. In the bed you are fucking his wife on.

"Fuck!"

Her loud moan brings you back to reality.

"I need it rougher! More!"

It's starting to feel like she just can't get enough.

You start to slow down, wanting to try another position. Maybe you can fuck her even deeper that way.

"Get up and turn around."

Venus seems to like the idea. She gets on all fours her ass facing you.

"Put it back in."

She smiles as she looks over her shoulder.

You let your hands run along her beautifully shaped cheeks. You knead them a couple of times, before you aling yourself with her wet cavern once again.

"Fuck me hard."

It's a mixture of plea and command.

Venus moans when you thrust forward, impaling her with your cock.

"Oh god!"

You lean over her, grabbing both of her arms. Pulling them back, you make her kneel. Only your hands on her arms keep her upright.

Fucking her from behind feels better than missionary. You are able to penetrate her deeper. You are able to rock her body back and forth properly. And you can really pull her onto your cock.

But as you keep pounding into her, her hair starts to fall, swinging from left to right. It hits her face, whenever you pull at her arms and thrust into her. She has to close her mouth, letting out needy whimpers. But she can't hold it in for very long. And soon, she has some of her own hair in her mouth as she moans for more.

The only downside is, you can't see her face. Her gorgeous features must be twisted in pleasure, but you are missing out on seeing them. Her hair starts to have a life on its own as the pace and force of your thursts increase. It starts to cover parts of her face, while most of it is still resting against her back.

You focus on the rhythm of your thrusts as you feel how deep you are inside of her. It feels like her pussy is getting better and better by the second. Your own pleasure increases, the harder you fuck her.

"Fuck!"

Venus suddenly cums around your cock. You missed the fact that she has been dead silent for the last couple of moments. Now, she is letting it all out again. Lewd words spill from her lips, just like her juices spill out of her pussy. She starts to stain the sheets underneath, almost slipping because of her own liquids.

Her orgasm overwhelms you, bringing you closer towards your own edge. You have been holding on for now, but the sight of Venus cuming right in front of you eventually proves too much.

You feel how you are growing tired, her pussy contracting around you with every thrust into it.

"I think I'm gonna cum!"

You groan, trying to warn Venus.

"Paint me! Stain me with your cum!"

She mewls as she feels you picking up the pace one last time. Her hair is still in her face, but she is unable to put it back. Her arms still behind her.

"Fuck."

You sigh as you finally pull out. You let go of her arms, letting Venus fall face first into the mattress. You hold your cock in your hand as you start to climax. Your cum hits her back. Rope after rope starts to stain her skin. Just like she wanted. Some of it gets onto the bra wire, the white globes visible on the black fabric.

"Fuck, I needed that."

You hear her mumble into the sheets, her voice muffled by the white cotton.

You still can't fully grasp what you just did. As soon as she came out of the bathroom it felt like someone else was controlling your body. It felt incredible nonetheless.

As you see Venus lying on her stomach in front of you, your cum on her back, you wonder what else there is to do. There is so much. There is so much the two of you could do. You whish you could explore even more of her body. To feel every inch of her skin.

When Venus finally turns her head to look up at you, you see her smile. Her eyes tell you that she is thinking the same thing.

"How do you want to fuck me next?"

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #twice smut #twice #sana twice #sana minatozaki #sana smut #sana

[mypoisonedvine]

the stalker neil gifs oh mmmmy god. he just can't HELP but give desperate dark best friend/nearby acquaintance even who is obsessed with you

oh we love a little stalker moment c:

warnings: panty stealing and sniffing, male masturbation, public(ish) sex, b&e, brief breeding kink, cnc kink (so basically it's dark!neil)

He didn't even have the patience to get home; he had to find a quiet, shadowy part of the park on his walk back, and just take a peek at the panties in his pocket.

A heavy sigh deflated his chest when he got a peek, his head falling back and his eyes shutting tight. They were just so cute, and he'd thought about them basically 24/7 since he saw them the first time.

He was lucky enough to say that the first time he saw this particular pair, it was on you. He still liked to tell himself that you'd wanted him to see them, or you wouldn't have bent over while wearing such a short skirt. Sure, he'd sort of... bent down, a lot, to see them, but... it was worth it. Just the edge of that lavender lace, tight against your skin-- he'd almost lost it right there in the middle of his own store. He made a promise to himself to get his hands on those-- it was the next best thing to getting his hands on you, which at the moment felt totally unattainable.

He was still high on the shame, on the anxiety of risking being caught-- using the key under your mat to get into your place and take these from the hamper. His heart hadn't stopped racing since then, but he thought it might just give out when he looked down at the fabric in his hands.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself, before biting his lip, searching through the lace until he found the little thin part that would've covered your pussy; he groaned out loud when he saw the little stain, partially translucent and partially white... he gently ran his thumb over it, before giving in to his worst desires and bringing the garment to his face for a long, deep inhale.

His knees went weak-- and, obviously, his cock was rock hard in an instant. You smelled so goddamn perfect, he never wanted to breathe anything else again.

"Christ," he mumbled to himself as he tried to open his belt and jeans with one hand-- but it didn't really work, so he had to regretfully take the panties away from his face to get his cock out. He glanced around the park quickly, making sure that he was alone... thankfully, no one was going to be out at this time of night. "Christ, fuck, I need to jerk off-- fuck, see what you do to me?"

He sighed with relief when he wrapped around his cock, relieving some of the pressure that he felt like had been building since he started walking to your place. Slowly, he stroked himself with one hand and held the dirty panties to his face with the other.

"Baby, you smell so good," he panted under his breath, stroking himself a little faster. "God, you must taste fucking perfect-- you must have the most gorgeous fuckin' pussy--"

He was gasping for air, struggling not to moan just from how sensitive he'd become. He realized that he wouldn't last long at all, not when he could so easily imagine you getting wet and staining these cute panties because you'd caught him looking at you.

"Knew you fucking wanted it," he chuckled to himself. "Little tease. Fuck."

As his breaking point approached rapidly-- and thank god for that, the less time spent jerking off in public, the better-- he had the most awfully wonderful idea. Helpless to it, he instantly wrapped the lace around his length and gasped as he watched his cock buck forward into them.

"F-fuck," he moaned weakly, desperately thrusting into the haphazard ball of fabric. "G'na come, shit, want it inside you baby? Want me to fuckin' knock you up?"

In that moment, he figured the normal thing to do would be to imagine you begging him for it, desperate for a creampie, desperate to be bred. And it's not that that idea didn't appeal to him-- but the 'normal thing to do' was sort of beside the point now, he'd already broken into your house, stolen your panties, and was jerking off with them in a public park at two in the morning. So, after a night of sex crimes, he couldn't help but imagine one more. He pictured you begging him not to-- scared and helpless, legs flailing to try to kick him away.

He'd never really pictured it quite like that before, holding you down and forcing you to take his load. But now that he finally let himself think of it, the image instantly brought on his orgasm-- and he came harder than he probably ever had before. He moaned pathetically, knees all but buckling, hand a numb blur as he voraciously stroked himself through it. He came onto the ground, mostly, though it was unavoidable that some would get onto his hand and onto your panties.

He sort of regretted soiling them, but he already knew he was going to be back again very soon for more.

#neil lewis x reader #neil lewis smut #dark!neil lewis smut #neil lewis dark fic #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader

[sluttywonwoo]

joshua eating your pussy for the first time idk

“c-can i?”

“you want to?”

joshua’s eyes get even wider, something you didn’t think was possible.

“of course i want to!” he insists. “i just, i haven’t… you’ll have to show me what you like.”

he’s already on his knees, gazing up at you with hearts in his eyes, begging you to give yourself to him.

you want him. you want all of him. you only hesitate because you know he’s never done it before. he’s new to a lot of this and you’re afraid to push him too far too fast… even though he’s the one who’s pleading asking for it.

“are you sure you want to?” you ask, carding a hand through his hair.

joshua leans into your touch as he nods eagerly, pouting his pretty lips to try and sway you. “please, baby. please let me eat you out. i need to taste you…”

you lift your skirt for him, earning a quiet gasp in response.

“yes, thank you. thank you—”

he scrambles to take hold of the fabric himself, holding it even higher than you had so that he can see more of you.

“here, let me sit for you.”

you move to the couch and perch yourself at its edge for him, spreading your legs wide enough for him to slot himself in between them.

joshua’s quick to push your skirt back out of the way and even quicker to slip his fingers beneath the elastic band of your panties.

“wait, keep them on.”

“why?”

“we’re starting slow,” you explain. “you can taste me over them first.”

“but-”

“do you want to give me head or not?”

“i do! i do, baby you know i do.”

“then be patient. it’s your first time, we’re going to take things slow.”

joshua mumbles something you don’t catch under his breath but pushes your thighs apart even further, leaning closer and closer until his nose is almost touching your pelvis.

“do what feels natural to you,” you tell him. “and i’ll guide you to what feels good to me.”

he nods, his hair tickling the insides of your thighs, then closes the space between him and your pussy. he kisses it so softly that you almost don't feel the gentle brush of his lips through the fabric before he buries his face in you, breathing you in.

he's all over the place at first, wanting to taste every inch of you. it's uncoordinated and sloppy but sensual and pleasurable all the same.

the press of his tongue is firm as he tries to taste your arousal through your underwear. you apply a bit of pressure to the back of his head, encouraging him to keep going.

"like this?" he asks, muffled.

"yeah, shua, just like that," you pant.

you didn't expect him to make you cum like this, but you're starting to think he might when he finds your clit. he knows he's found it from the way your breathing changes and the grip on his hair tightens so he doesn't let up, testing different patterns until he settles on one that has you slurring all your words.

"oh, fuck..."

"you taste so good, baby," he murmurs. his voice edges between demure and desperate, like he's trying to come off as cool but just can't control himself. "can't wait to have the real thing... if i make you cum like this can i have the real thing? please?"

your eyes are closed so you don't know whether or not he's looking up at you but you nod anyway. "mhm... make me cum and you can have anything you want."

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #joshua hong smut

[knavves]

˖ ࣪ ꒷ BECAUSE IT'S SUCH A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT ꒦

𓆩 ♱ 𓆪 featuring — sae itoshi. michael kaiser. ryusei shidou.

synopsis : your vampire bf's love how you taste. wc: 1.2k ⟣ ﹒cw + tw: nsfw (18+). fem reader. vampire au. blood drinking. masochism. nipple play. petnames. possessiveness. fingering. hair pulling. dry humping. dacryphilia. ꒷꒦

sae is a serious man, one shrouded in arrogance and partial mystery. to lose his composure is unheard of. as to why you, nothing more than a human, someone that should be nothing more than for him to feed on, can so easily pierce his hard exterior, he can't comprehend it. maybe that scares him a little but if anything, it intrigues him. he's grown some sort of attachment to you. infatuation? true love? he can't wrap his head around it. but he knows he needs to satisfy his obsession.

his fingers roamed your body, the cold touch sending shivers up your spine as he gropes at every crevice of your skin. you swallow hard when he stops at the side of your neck, his thumb tracing the spot where he'd probably bite you. "you want this, yes?" he quires as if sensing your nervousness. your stomach is twisting in a fury of different emotions but your head bobs up and down as you give him a few nods. his chest vibrates with a hum, "good girl." the hand on your neck moves to cradle your head whilst the other one resides on the small of your back, holding you so delicately as if he was afraid of breaking you, his 'treasure'.

a gasp escapes your lips, your eyes squeezing shut as he sinks his teeth into you. he nearly groans, finally tasting you as the crimson liquid dances across his taste buds, but he fights it, trying to hang on to the bits of the façade he puts on. he's losing himself in you.

the hand on your lower back wanders past your flimsy top, gliding up to your chest where your hardened nipples are prodding against the fabric. the pad of his thumb ghosts between the valley of your breasts, "sae.." you whimper, arching your back into him in a silent plea for him to give you more. he was toying with you, caressing your stomach and the base of your neck, never touching you where you really needed him. he pulls away from where his head is buried in your shoulder with a slick noise, his eyes piercing into you with warning. "patience, my love. you know i'll always give you what you want."

his movements are agonizingly slow, nearly taunting as he circles your areola, he's spending his time breaking you apart. he lives for the way you whine his name and the way you jolt as he inches closer to your sensitive nipples. he can't get enough of this, sae thinks as he watches you squeal when he finally pinches your bud in between his fingers.

kaiser's never been one to pay mind to others around him as they are just supporting roles to him and his big lead. but he thinks he's never set his eyes on anything as enchanting as you. a human, he knows, but there's something about you that lures him in, something that makes you different. especially now with the moonlight that escapes the curtains, drowning your body in the luminescence, perfectly illuminating every feature that intoxicates him.

he wants you all to himself.

your scent, your taste, your very being overwhelms his every sense as he's nestled into your neck, stripping your body of it's ruby essence. you've ruined him now, you taste better than anything he's had before. he has you perched up on his lap, hands digging in to your waist as he helps you grind your cunt against his lap, ripping whines and soft moans from you. "michael.." you whimper, mind fuzzy from the mixture of pain and pleasure flowing through your body. your fingers find leverage in his multi colored hair, tugging at his roots and greedily bucking your hips in to him to relieve the throbbing sensation between your legs.

he detaches from your neck, smirking at the marks imprinted into your skin. "mine, tell me you're mine, my dear." he rasps, dragging his tongue over the bite marks that were still seeping with blood. "m all yours, micha. only want you." he wishes he could hear it over and over, playing on a broken record with you just saying you're his. he can't fight back the smug grin that tugs at the corners of his lips as he pulls you in for a heated kiss. it's messy, all tongue and teeth clashing against one another.

he unlocks your lips from one another, albeit begrudgingly, cupping your cheek in his palm, "i'm the only one who gets to touch you like this." he speaks, his tone oozing with such possessiveness. he subconsciously ruts his hips in to you harder, the very thought of you belonging to him excites him. "all mine. don't ever forget that." your love is odd. an undead creature spilling his devotion to you, who would've thought? a 'monster' to any other but a lover to you.

shidou thinks you couldn't be any cuter right now. chest heaving with uneven and rushed breaths, face screwed up in pleasure, your needy pussy sucking his fingers in so desperately. he just wanted to fucking ruin you.

he's corrupted you, just one flash of his predatory like gaze and your head was instinctively lolling to the side, exposing the expanse of your neck to the undead beast looming over you. "atta girl." he chuckles darkly, his fangs bearing as a crooked grin draws onto his face. your breath hitches, eyes welling up with tears as shidou's teeth pierce through the layer of your skin until that familiar metallic taste lands on his tongue. he's messily feeding on you, blood escaping the corners of his lips and trickling down his chin. it's near animalistic.

it's addicting. the way the sharp sting flows with the feeling of his fingers fucking in and out of your sopping hole. you don't even care anymore, doing nothing to conceal your broken moans as you shamelessly beg him for more. shidou pulls away from you with a deep laugh, "such a needy thing." he coos, curling his digits up in to that spongy spot in your walls that has your hips twitching and nails clawing at his wrist. "you like that, hm? love when i fuck you on my fingers, angel?" you only whine at his words, unable to form coherent thoughts in your fucked out brain.

"close! m close, ryu!" every word that tumbles out of your lips is sloshed together, almost ineligible and cut off with cries of his name. your mind is spinning, not noticing that the tears that formed in your lash line hac helplessly spilled over until shidou leans over and licks a long stripe over the salty liquid staining your cheeks. "so pretty when you cry. go ahead, angel, cum for me. make a mess all over my fucking fingers."

"fuck ryu, cumming! m cumming!" you squeal, walls clamping down on his fingers where he was brutally pounding into your g-spot. your head falls back onto the plush of the pillows beneath you, your orgasm washing over you with a final cry of his name.

your eyes refocus in your drunken haze, locking on shidou as he sucks the arousal that cascaded down his wrist, your face heating up at the guttural moan that rips through his chest. "so sweet. don't get tired now, still wanna taste more of ya."

© knavves : reposting, plagiarizing, modifying, and translating is NOT allowed.

#🔖: knavves #bllk smut #bllk x reader smut #blue lock smut #blue lock x reader smut #sae itoshi smut #itoshi sae smut #sae smut #sae itoshi x reader smut #michael kaiser smut #michael kaiser x reader smut #kaiser smut #kaiser x reader smut #ryusei shidou smut #ryusei shidou x reader smut #ryusei shido smut #shidou smut #shidou x reader smut

[allfearstofallto]

C, H, I, L, D, E for Childe 😋😋!! (Keeping up with the theme of Childe lovers in ur ask box)

YOU CHILDE FANS MAKE ME SICK!!

Anyways, this was so fucking fun to write, thanks you!!

TW: finishing inside, breeding, public sex, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, prostitution (??) (kinda?? spoilers he fucks for information)

ABSOLUTELY 18+ MINORS DNI

C um - Anything to do with cum, basically

His seed is precious. It's what he'll use to make children with you soon, so why shouldn't it be deep inside you? Your tight hole swallows him so much, it's able to take a little more. No matter what position he fucks you in, whether it's on your back with your legs up, or bent over whatever piece of furniture is the closest, he finishes inside you. He holds steady with his hips pressed against yours until every drop of him is inside you. His favorite part is pulling out and watching his cum dribble out, happy to have bred you with it.

H air - How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?

Orange is his hair color across his whole body, including down below. Coming from Snezhnaya, where the cold is constant, he isn't partial to shaving any of it. Childe makes sure it's well groomed, trimming it if it ever gets too long or uncomfortable, but he prefers his pubic hairs longer.

The sight of you with your lips around his cock is already outstanding, but when he forces your head down, making you take him all the way to base, he hisses in delight. Your nose pressed against his long patch of pubes, drool and slobber leaking down onto it messily, makes him never want to cut it.

I ntimacy - How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect

He can fuck you until you're weak in the knees, unable to stand the next morning and he does like it better this way. But he also is able to be slow and sensual as well. If you're good to him, he's good to you, bringing you to the point of multiple orgasms with his fingers and tongue.

Even he can't stand a slow pace for too long though and eventually he'll start fucking into you roughly against, his dick aching for relief. But he'll still kiss you all over, praising you for taking him so well.

L ocation - Favorite places to do the do

Childe prefers places that are semi public. Places where he could get caught, but most likely won't. Places where even if a person were to walk by, the act could be covered quickly and with ease.

His favorite is the living room of his manor, with all the large windows open. You'd still be wearing your long dress, just with your panties pulled to the side and with his cock was pulled from his pants. Your bounce up and down on his dick, the fabric of your dress being enough to cover the scene. If anyone were to see, they'd think you were just too lovers, cuddling together on the couch. Little did they know he was actively creaming your insides as they walked past.

D irty secret - Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

As much as he doesn't like to admit it, he doesn't let his cum go to waste. If you're not there to swallow it down in your mouth or pussy, then he'll drink it himself. He cums into his hand and laps it up, letting the salty liquid flow into his mouth.

Originally he did it out of what felt like obligation, but as time went on, he started to enjoy it. A part of him secretly got off on swallowing it himself, his cock growing hard as he remembered the taste.

E xperience - How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

He's just about as experienced as you'd expect from someone with a face as pretty as his. Women fall at his feet constantly, so of course he's had his fair share of tastes. His perceptiveness is what really sells him though. His ability to tell slight differences in moans, or even feeling which spots make you tighten more than others.

His skills are used for more than one off flings though. While he prefers to do things the brute force way, he knows that not all missions can be solved with fists. The best way to get information out of someone, is to give them what they want, and usually that thing is his body. He'll blow their mind in bed for the right price, a deal is a deal, after all.

#mai<3 answers #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin Childe Headcanons #genshin headcanons #childe smut #childe x reader smut #childe x you #genshin smut #mdni

[samgelina-jolie]

It all started a week ago. Steve had come along to The Hideout, decked in his darkest polo shirt. It was the first gig he'd come to since him and Eddie had officially- as Robin put it- 'got their shit together'.

Steve had met the band plenty of times already, and while they'd been pretty standoffish at first, he liked to think he got along with them pretty well. Jeff actually shared a similar taste in music (even admitting to liking ABBA because it reminded him of his mother) and he'd known enough about Star Wars and a mix of Dustin's interests to win over Seth. It was harder to read Gareth, but Steve had assumed they were at least acquaintances.

That was until Steve had walked up to the bar where Gareth was talking to some girl, and then Gareth had said the meanest thing imaginable.

"He's my buddy's boyfriend."

Eddie hadn't seen what the big deal was. But Steve understood the importance of befriending your partner's best friend.

Well, back in high school, Steve had never really bothered with his girlfriend's friends. He'd focused on putting in effort with the girls he found attractive, wooing them with flowers and gifts. The girls who he wanted to like him did, he didn't really care how much the other girls didn't. The only job the best friend really had in his mind was picking up the pieces after he left those girls in the dust.

That was all before Nancy, of course. She'd been so adamant about him making an impression on Barb, so he'd tried. He invited her to parties, kept Carol and Tommy off her back, even tried to back her up once or twice when Barb and Nancy were bickering.

And it worked out... kind of. Barb had still rolled her eyes whenever Steve opened his mouth, but she was also the one who pulled him aside and saved him a whole lot of embarrassment and heartache.

"I'm telling you this because I would want to know, and because I guess you're not the worst person in the world. Nancy has been hanging out with Jonathan a lot lately... I just think maybe you should pay a bit more attention to it."

But besides him and Nancy as a couple not working out, he'd realised how important being on good terms with the person you're dating's friends is to being a good boyfriend. Which is why it was integral that he became proper friends with Eddie's best friend.

--

"What are you wearing?"

Steve had just walked into the Munson trailer. He'd spent nearly an hour trying to perfect his hair, so he's mildly offended that his outfit is the first thing his boyfriend noticed. Steve glanced down at his shirt with the huge Green Day logo printed onto it. He wasn't sure why Eddie looked so appalled, it wasn't dirty or anything.

"Oh, Gareth let me borrow it. Cute right?" Eddie's nose scrunched up even further, full on glaring at the offensive item.

"I can't let you into my room with that shirt on."

"Well hopefully once we get to your room neither of us will have our shirts on" Steve chuckled, leaning in for a kiss but Eddie turned his head.

"I'm serious, big boy. The polos and tight jeans, you're whole hot preppy look actually, that all really does it for me and you know it. But this?" He pulled at the fabric of the shirt. "This is the one piece of clothing I never want to see you in."

Steve scoffed. Eddie pushed him gently away with a shake of his head.

"I'm turning off the benefits."

"What benefits?"

"The sex benefits, no more sex until you admit you're not a Green Day fan and we burn that shirt."

"Eddie this is my in with Gareth! He's finally starting to warm up to me." Steve whined. "Besides, you can't just, like, turn off us having sex!"

"Oh yes I can. All I have to do is think about you in this abominable outfit and my boner just-" He whistles, imitating his finger deflating. Steve pouted. He knew rationally he could just give Gareth back the shirt, but that would mean embarrassingly admitting he didn't like Green Day to Gareth and then trying to find another in with him.

So no, Eddie was just being unreasonable.

Anyway, he was totally bluffing about the sex. Steve hoped.

--

"It's been five days Robin! I mean, we haven't gone that long without having sex since.. since we started having sex!" Steve cried, following the woman around as she restocked the shelves. Even though he couldn't see her face he could tell she was rolling her eyes.

It was a serious situation though, at least in Steve's opinion. He and Eddie hung out all the time, and while he obviously enjoyed doing other things with his boyfriend, he wished the other man would at least have the decency to not be so sexy while performing daily tasks. Steve had been this close to jumping him in the frozen food section of the grocery store yesterday.

And he knew he wasn't the only desperate one, Eddie was suffering too. Obviously he'd assumed Steve would cave after a day, because he'd been all jumpy and grouchy for nearly a week. And he kept making that face that Steve recognised all too well whenever Steve did anything even slightly suggestive. Like when he'd bent down to put his laundry in the dryer, and when he turned back around Eddie was beet red and avoiding eye contact.

"Have you tried breaking out the old Harrington seduction techniques yet?" Robin shrugged, obviously not bothered by the fact her best friend was on the verge of death due to lack-of-sex-with-his-really-hot-boyfriend disease.

The thing was, he had tried his old methods. He tried wearing tighter shirts, that strained around his arms and showed off his midriff (but always making sure he was wearing some kind of Green Day memorabilia, because damn him if he wasn't going to be right about this). He'd invited Eddie along to his and Lucas' basketball game. He even tried straight up begging, knowing how much that usually gets Eddie worked up.

And nothing!

Although, there was still one move he hadn't tried yet...

--

"You want to what?" Eddie shot him an incredulous look.

"Help you study, of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help you with your problems? Besides I have this really neat method to help you revise." Steve let himself into the trailer and Eddie's room. He wasn't wearing a Green Day shirt today, but he did have a wristband, something he knew Eddie had spotted already as he walked into the room with his arms crossed.

"Right. And what method would this be?"

"Every time you get an answer right, I take off a item of clothing, and vice versa." Steve plopped himself down on the unmade bed, which he'd missed dearly. Eddie hadn't even let them take naps together in his room, insisting 'spooning almost always leads to sex with you'.

Eddie considered his offer carefully, before nodding with a shit eating grin. Steve cheered internally.

"Great!" Steve smiled before adding "Your rings all count as one item by the way." He tried not to look too smug at the way Eddie's confident grin faltered.

The game reached its boiling point very quick. Eddie had known more about Geography then Steve had expected, which reflected in the fact he only had his boxers and one sock left on. Eddie, however, wasn't doing too much better, sat in only his jeans (and Steve suspected no underwear underneath).

He's not sure who kissed who first, but suddenly Steve was pressed against the mattress, Eddie's thigh between his legs. Excitement coursed through him, his body so receptive to Eddie's touch after so long he wasn't even embarrassed at the noises he was letting out. His hips bucked up, causing Eddie to groan into his mouth.

"So the Green Day thing?" Eddie mumbled between kisses down Steve's neck. The noise Steve made was loud and high pitched, almost drowning out the man's next words. "It's over then?"

Steve paused, the hand that had been trailing down his boyfriend's chest pushed firmly against him as he pulled away.

"Over because you've let it go, right?" He mumbled. Eddie pulled back, his lips red and glossy.

"No, over because you let it go?" Steve huffed, sitting up and pulling his clothes back on. He tugged his jeans on in annoyance, storming out of the bedroom.

"You know what, I'm turning off the benefits now! No sex until you admit Green Day are better than... than Dio!" Steve yelled. He was irritated and extremely worked up but he was also incredibly stubborn. He heard a squawk of protest from behind him as he made his way outside.

"That wasn't even the rule!" Eddie called out, but Steve ignored him. He was not loosing this fight.

--

Listen, Metal music was fine, Steve endured listening to it with Eddie like he endured watching sports games with Steve. He was content in the knowledge that not loving every single one of each other's interest didn't mean they didn't love each other.

Punk was fine too, it still wasn't Steve's thing really, but it was okay and while Steve couldn't tell the difference, according to Gareth there was one. A huge one, if the way he'd been ranting about it for the past hour was anything to go by.

But between fighting with his boyfriend (because it was a genuine fight at this point), not having any sex for nearly two weeks, and being stuck listening to someone talk about something you have no interest in for hours, Steve couldn't take it anymore.

"I don't like punk music! I listen to Queen and Cyndi Lauper and sometimes Madonna and happy music that I can dance to without thinking about America's political landscape!" He blurted out. Gareth stopped his rambling about how Rob Harper was a better drummer than Pete Something, flashing Steve a confused expression.

"Then why were you pretending to?" He asked.

"I... I just didn't want you to just see me as 'Eddie's boyfriend'. I wanted to be your friend and Jeff told me you like punk music so I brought it up and..."

"Look, you are Eddie's boyfriend. Yeah, you're an okay dude, but I can acknowledge that without us having to do the whole friendship thing too, you know?" Gareth shrugged. Steve deflated.

"Right." He said, quickly making an excuse and leaving. Gareth shrugged off the weird feeling the guy's sad puppy dog eyed had given him, grabbing Steve's fries.

He felt kind of embarrassed that he'd been talking for ages with someone who didn't even care. He supposed it was nice of Steve to make the effort, Gareth wasn't aware he'd been trying so hard honestly. Jeff and Seth had warmed up to him pretty quickly but he thought that was just because they were just softies that were no immune to the 'Harrington Charm'.

"Steve?!" A loud yell startled him out of his thoughts.

Eddie stormed into the bar, wearing- holy shit, Gareth felt like he must have hit his head and started hallucinating. This day had taken such a weird turn, because there Eddie Munson stood before him decked out in a 'I heart Green Day' shirt. He also looked like it was taking every ounce of self control not to rip it off his body like it burned.

"Finally come around on the punk scene, Munson?" Gareth chortled. Eddie threw a fry at his face.

"Shut your trap, I need to find Steve before one of the gremlins sees me in this, they're too impressionable." He muttered, taking a seat as he looked around the bar.

"If this is a Steve thing you can stop anyway man, he admitted he doesn't really like them that much. It's kind of weird I mean, who lies about being into something to get someone to like them?"

"Dude, I spent the whole summer eating ice cream as a lactose intolerant person because Steve worked at Scoops Ahoy. He was just trying to find something for you to be friends about." Eddie shot him an unimpressed look, which Gareth thought was a bit high-and-mighty considering he just admitted to basically poisoning himself on a weekly basis for a guy he'd thought was straight at the time.

"Why exactly?"

"I don't know, Steve likes being close to people? He's basically besties with his ex girlfriend, man. Why are you so adamant he can't be yours?" Gareth considered this.

He remembered when Eddie had first told the band he was dating Steve Harrington. They'd all thought he was kidding, but there he was at their next rehearsal, cheering them on and spending his breaks holding Eddie's hand.

Gareth thought maybe it was a joke to Steve. Messing with the guy who likes men by making him think he has a shot with the former prom king. He thought it would end with Eddie in tears, and that had probably made him a bit more defensive than he needed to be. Maybe there was a small part of him, no matter how great Steve seemed, that still believed the guy was setting his best friend up for heartbreak.

"Look, I get that you might have reservations about him. But all I'm saying is- and I've got about a dozen preschoolers and multiple full grown adults that would back me up- Steve Harrington is a pretty great friend to have. So if he offers you friendship, you should take it." Eddie snatched a handful of fries as he got up, leaving Gareth alone at the bar.

--

Steve was half way out the door, wearing nothing but Eddie's Dio vest and grey sweatpants when he saw Eddie. He was standing in front of him, eyeing Steve like a starved man presented with a stake. Steve guessed he probably had a similar look, smiling at the Green Day shirt the man was wearing.

"Oh my god take your pants off." Eddie basically growled, slamming the front door to Steve's house shut as he stalked towards him. He pulled Steve into a ferocious kiss, hands quickly travelling down to his ass.

"Leave the shirt on." Steve gasped out. Eddie let out a muffled groan into his neck. They ran to the bedroom, loosing the vest and both of their pants on the way.

--

"Steve? You home, man?" Gareth heard a loud noise inside, followed by hopping, then Steve opened the door slightly. He was sweaty and shirtless, and his hair was a mess. He'd probably just been working out or whatever jocks did in their spare time.

"Listen, I'm sorry about what I said at the bar. You're a cool guy, I'd like for us to be friends, really. I even thought of something we could bond over; haircare. I've actually been meaning to ask you for some tips anyway." He admitted. Steve beamed, Gareth was almost scared the incredibly sweaty man was about to pull him into a hug. He didn't, he just kept smiling.

"That's real nice for you two, maybe next he'll ask you to prom!" Eddie's voice rang out from somewhere behind the door. Steve flushed a little and hushed him. Gareth was kind of confused as to why Eddie voice sounded so coarse and breathless, he didn't think Eddie had ever voluntarily exercised in his life.

"I would really like that, Gareth. I'll tell you everything you need to know, come by anytime. Except right now." He smiled again before slamming the door. Gareth heard more noises inside, wondering what the fuck they were up to until he heard a loud moan. Oh God, Gareth started running.

Still, he couldn't help but smile. It was always nice to make more friends.

#happy very late valentines day! theres still and hour left for me so #its not really romantic i guess but idk #inspired by an episode of new girl #i dont know why i picked green day im not a big punk music person like at all it's probably blaringly obvious but #i couldn't think of a title #stranger things #au #ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things gareth #gareth #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve/eddie #stranger things fic #steddie fic #steddie au #show: stranger things #ch: steve harrington #ch: eddie munson #ship: steve/eddie #dynamic: eddie/steve #ship: steddie #my writing

[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Girls night

Paring: Shinobu x Fem!reader

Synopsis: Date night with a lot of sexual tension

Content: Sapphic relationship, Dom shinobu/sub reader, drinking (no ones drunk), finger fucking, ✂️✂️✂️, reader is described to have boobs (Big or medium sized however you wanna think of it kekeke), SMUT👹, public sex.

Word count: 1.3k

A/n: Shinobu leaks being shown to me during my Ovulation week??? I swear I need this woman to slut me out.

"Shinobu!!!" You whisper scream at Shinobu, flustered by her words. Shinobu swirls her wine around in your glass and takes her eyes off to look at your flustered expression, "You're acting like anyone will hear me. I did get a private dining room for us in this restaurant, you know," Shinobu teases, letting out a giggle.

"Besides, I am telling the truth. Your boobs sit perfectly in that dress. I love it when you wear western clothing when we go out." Shinobu said. Her eyes glued onto your tits as she licked her bottom lip and bites it softly, already eager to taste them. You couldn't deny it. You wanted Shinobu, too. You wanted her now, but the thought of anyone catching you two in the act made you nervous, yet excited in your own sick way.

Speaking of anyone, your waiter excuses himself, letting him know he's coming in and pushes the mesh away to enter to refill your wine glasses. "Is there anything else you need?" He asked, and then, Shinobu spoke. "There is. I'd like for no further interruptions until I call for a waiter myself," She said. Given her title as a hashira, she has that authority, even in public places like this.

The waiter nods and takes his leave to tell anyone else not to come into your private dining room. There was a moment of silence as you and Shinobu stared at each other across from the table. It's almost as if you both were waiting for one to crack, but luckily, it wasn't you. When Shinobu wants you, her lust will put all pride aside just to have you.

Shinobu stood up and walked over to your side of the table. She sat next to you and gestured for you to come sit on her lap, which you do. Your hands place on her arms as you staddle her lap, and without hesitation, her hands made their way to your tits. "I know I watched you get ready, but no bra? Did you really want to get me excited like this and play with your pretty nipples?" Shinobu grins as her thumbs brush across your nipples.

"Haah-" Your mouth opened to let out a soft moan, but you quickly suppress it by biting your bottom lip. "Come on now. Answer my question, pretty girl." Shinobu's thumbs continued to brush over your nipples. Your nipples harden and make an outline on your dress, only exciting Shinobu more. "I-it wasn't intended at first. I just- hmhm~" you moan as you felt her fingers rub on your sensitive nipples.

*just what?" Shinobu whispered against your skin. Her lips kiss your boob before sinking her teeth in gently, looking up at you with narrowed eyes filled with such lust as she watches every reaction you make from her touch. You back arches, gasping from her bite, and you finally speak. "I-i was hoping I'd excite you enough to take this at home~" you whimper softly, feeling the air hit your bare tits once Shinobu pushed the fabric of your dress open more to expose them to her face.

"And excite me you did~" Shinobu chuckled, sliding her hand between your thighs to rub at your clit and taking your nipple between your lips. "But I can't wait till we get home. I need you now y/n" Shinobu's breaths become heavier, sucking and licking your nipple through her words and then, switching over to the other nipple.

"Shinobu~ oh gosh~" your head tilts back, turning a bit to look at the mash door, hoping no one comes in but Shinobu's arm wrap around your waist and pushes you down to the floor with her on top. "Don't worry. No one is coming in. Just focus on me making you feel good~" Her delicate hand cupped your cheek, shifting your gaze away from the door to her.

"Don't stop Shinobu~" you begged. Your hands lift up your dress and you slide your panties down, just past your inner thighs before Shinobu takes them off herself. You brought the back of your habd to your mouth, moaning as you feel hee slender fingers rub your clit and wet folds. "So wet already. I can't wait to rub my pussy on this wet one~" Shinobu sinked two fingers in your wet pussy as her lips went back to your tit, almost trying to take it whole in her mouth.

Your eyes shut as you feel Shinobu's fingers thrust inside you. Her finger curling with each thrust inside to tease your spot. "I know you like my stap better, but you're okay with being stuffed like this, right? Or do you need more fingers for your needy pussy to clench down on" Shinobu slipped her fingers out for a moment to slap your clit, then slowly thrust three of her fingers inside you.

Your back arches and your thighs shut around her hand. Once her fingers made it in with ease, she thrust them in slow before picking up the pace and fucking her fingers in you. Your whimpers grew Louder. You felt like the room got hotter with the rush of pleasure throughout your body, you wanted to tell Shinobu you were about to cum but she pressed her lips on yours.

"Shhh, shh baby. That's it. Just cum for me, mhm~" she said through her kisses, swallowing your cute moans to keep your voice down. Shinobu watches a tear roll down from your shut eyes and feels your hips buck in her hand as you cum on her fingers. You long whimper and shakey breaths mixed in with her soft moans as she felt your wet, gummy walls thob with her fingers inside.

Shinobu pulled her lips away, making you both gasp. Shinobu took her kimono off and then pulled her panties down to come on top of you, swing her leg aross, lining her pussy up with yours. "Hurry Shinobu~ I wanna cum again~" you say through a soft whimper as your hands grab onto her hips. "I love when you beg~" Shinobu said, holding down her moan once her clit presses down on yours.

"So-" she thrust her hips, "fucking-" another thrust, "much- ooh gosh, y/n~" Shinobu moans close to your lips as her hips thrust, grinding her pussy down on yours. "Just like that~" you whispered as your hand move from her hips to one grabbing Shinobu's ass and the other grabbing her thigh as if your were applying more pressure to the pleasure of your clit with her's.

"Yeah, like that?" Shinobu kept thrusting, bringing her lips down your your jiggling tits and places wet kisses on them, leaving her lipstick marks on your skin. "You're so wet, baby~ haa~ you're driving me crazy. I'm getting so close~" Shinobu's brows knit together as her mouth hangs open with held back moans but loud enough for you to hear.

The blush on her cheeks almost turned you on more as you and Shinobu both desperately grind your clits together, feeling your clits throb and then pulling each other into a sloppy heated kiss.

You moan into each other, tasting each others tounges as you swirl it around each other. You start to feel your lipstick being Smired off with Shinobu's during the intense and rough kiss, but you could care less in this moment. In fact, her lipstick already looked so pretty on your tits so having it messed up on your mouth, along with hers, made it even better for you both.

"M'cumming- Oh my God, I'm cumming y/n- o-oh fuck~!" Shinobu whimperd, quickly hugging your body close to hers tightly as she let out a loud moan on your shoulder. Your leg wrapped around Shinobu's waist as you held onto her too, moaning on her shoulder as you cum, feeling each others wetness. Shinobu catches her breath before letting you go and sits up, looking down at you catching your breath as well.

"Wanna do it again?" She smirked. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

"Let's pay the check and leave~"

#demon slayer smut #kny smut #shinobu kocho #kny shinobu #shinobu x reader #shinobu smut #shinobu x y/n

[shaunamilfman]

i'm so chill, but you make me jealous

summary: Shauna's gotten herself worked up again over something stupid, and she will be making her jealousy your problem. Smut ensues. warnings: semi-graphic descriptions of violence. (it happens during the smut. my girls insane 😍)

You hum in response to whatever Randy says, having zoned out the conversation at least ten minutes ago. You weren’t sure why he always talked to you, but he never seems to take the hint that you don’t fucking like him. You could tell him that, sure, but you were almost positive he’d go whining off to Jeff about it who’d promptly go whining off to Jackie and it would just be this whole thing that you didn’t feel like dealing with. You glance up from the small hole you’ve dug with the toe of your shoe at the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching, eyes widening at the hurricane of violence approaching you.

You quickly step forward, towards her and away from Randy, no sooner than Shauna’s hand comes out to grab your forearm. She’s got a firm grip on your arm but is careful not to hurt you even as blinded by jealousy as she is. Your face falls slightly as you catch sight of her car, dragging your feet along as you realize she means to take you home. Your reluctance gives her the element of surprise as she pins you up against the car, pulling you down into a rough kiss before you even realize what’s happening. You groan as her tongue traces your lips, your arms coming up to rest on her shoulders but she quickly shrugs them off. 

She reaches blindly for the door handle, pulling away with a huff of frustration as she can’t quite reach it. She practically rips the door open, quickly reversing your position as she drags you onto her lap in the back seat of her car.

“God,” She says sharply. “I'd break Randy's fucking nose but that would probably fix whatever's going on with his face.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Is that what this is about? I…” You trail off at the look on Shauna's face, watching her uncertainly as your attempt at an explanation only seems to make her angrier. Does she think you're going to defend him? 

“Shut up. You’ve done too much talking tonight already,” She seethes, dragging you around by the collar of your shirt as she forces you to your knees on the floorboards of her car, hiking up her skirt as she stares down at you expectantly. You’re almost dizzy with the sudden change in position, reaction just a few seconds too slow as Shauna grabs a fist full of your hair and drags your head between her legs. 

You make a surprised noise as you end up with a face full of Shauna’s boxers, hesitating for a moment before dutifully running your tongue over the wet spot blooming in the middle.

“That’s better,“ She praises, her grip on your hair loosening as she props her leg over your shoulder. Your hands come up to wrap under her thighs, grabbing at the legs of her boxers and pulling the fabric taught for better access. 

“Mm. Fuck,” She cries out softly, arching her hips into your mouth. You're more than happy to let her, tracing your tongue eagerly over the length of her even as she tries to speed you up. 

"You better enjoy this," She mutters between moans, breath hitching as pleasure overtakes her anger. "Because you'll never taste anything as good again." You inhale sharply at the words, fingers digging into her thighs as you desperately mouth at her. 

“Mine,” She grunts, hips rocking against your face. “No one else gets to enjoy you like this.”

If she wants to play it like this. “Please?” You ask, running your tongue up the length of her as you look up to meet her eyes. Shauna's eyes are intense, and it's more of a struggle than usual not to get lost in them as she refuses to break eye contact. 

Finally, she gives in, resting some of her weight on your shoulder as she lifts her hips up to pull her underwear down her thighs. You can't help but laugh at the awkward shimmy Shauna has to do to get it off over your head, earning yourself a weak glare as she rolls her eyes. She gets over the perceived slight quickly as you don't hesitate to lower your head again, savoring the taste of her without the cotton in the way. 

Shauna exhales shakily at the contact, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth as she slowly rocks against your tongue. She throws her head back into the headrest as your tongue slips inside her, squirming against you as you circle her entrance. 

“Just like that… Just like that, “ She breathes out, lost in the motion of it all as her tension slides out of her with every flick of your tongue. She's almost docile like this, always is– finding it so hard to hold a grudge while she's spread out on your tongue. 

Still, every good moment must end, and a familiar sound of laughter from far off means Shauna's tranquility comes quickly crashing down. Her eyes pop back open as she glances out the window, reassuring herself that it isn't directly outside of the car before her eyes focus back on you. 

Shauna holds you firmly by the chin as she drags your head up, her face once filled with the promise of violence.

“Tell me you won't ever talk to him again,” She demands, her voice low and threatening. “I’ll kill him. I swear I’ll kill him.”

“Yeah?” You ask breathily, licking her off your lips. “How?”

Shauna’s whole body seems to freeze, an expression of disbelief and then utter joy crossing her face before she shoves your head back between her legs. 

Her eyes lock on the rearview mirror over your head, watching herself being eaten out in the reflection. “A knife,” She says after a moment. “I'd use a knife.”

She cries out as you finally focus your attention on her clit, slowly circling it as you stare imploringly up at her. Shauna hesitates, trying to gauge how serious you are before she continues. “It'd be slow. Take my time, really make it hurt. He doesn't deserve it quick,” She mutters, eyes glassy as she imagines it. 

You quickly flick your tongue across her clit, reveling in the way her toned thighs flex against your shoulders. Shauna whines, fucking whines, as you continue to deny her direct contact. 

“Stab,” She breathes out. “I'd stab him.”

Shauna rocks her hips back and forth as you reward her efforts, rubbing against your mouth as her fingers dig into your scalp.

She's quiet for just a moment too long before you're slipping back down to circle her entrance, moaning into her as Shauna tugs fruitlessly at your hair. 

“No,” Shauna complains, groaning irritatedly when you don't heed her complaints. 

“Make me cum,” She demands, trying to guide you where she wants you without seeming obvious about it. Still, her frustration wins out. “God damn it, Y/N. Do you want me to take care of myself?”

Shauna cries out in pain as your teeth sink warningly into her thigh, soothing the mark with your tongue as her legs tremble around your shoulders. She sighs, glancing down at you before making up her mind.

“Stab him,” She continues hesitantly, slowly gaining confidence. “Again and again until I lost count.” 

She's on the verge of tears as you finally suck her clit into your mouth, descriptions getting increasingly graphic as you rapidly flick your tongue across her. 

Shauna moans as you slip two fingers inside of her in reward, clenching around you as you crook your fingers up. Her voice breaks as she describes the way his blood would feel tripping down her wrist. 

Her head is thrown back as she shakily continues, rocking her hips desperately as you trace her clit in endless circles, determined to make her fall apart on your tongue. 

Shauna's arm is extended above her head as she grips the headrest, fabric visibly straining from her grip as she rides your face. She's calling out praises in between bouts of imagined violence, thighs trembling in time to the rhythmic thrusts of your fingers. 

She cums with a loud cry of your name, far louder than is sensible given the nature of your location, but you can find it in you to care as you eagerly work her through it. 

Shauna leans back against the seat lazily as you clean her up, catching her breath as she runs her fingers through your hair. “Not here,” She says, halfheartedly tugging you away as you tentatively see if she's up for another round.

She flushes at the sound your fingers make as you pull them out of her, eyes narrowing as you slowly take them into your mouth. “Tease,” Shauna accuses, following every motion of your tongue as you lick her off your fingers. You grin smugly as you drop your hand onto your thigh, knowing what it did to her to watch you taste her. 

You slide her boxers back up her legs, stifling your laugh as she grimaces at the feeling of her still-drying underwear pressing up against her. She squirms in discomfort, rolling her eyes before she reaches for the door. 

“Let's go home,” Shauna mutters, content to act as if her jealous freakout never happened. You'll let her have it.  For now.

#shauna shipman x reader #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets x reader #minors dni

[justanotherarmyfangirl]

Taped! (2/3)

For their viewing pleasure, they make sure you know you’re theirs.

Warning: 18+ smut, dubcon/noncon, let me say it again, noncon or very dubious consent, if that’s not you’re thing stop reading now! reader manipulation, yandere, voyeur, rough sex, fingering, somnophilia, revenge porn?, hidden camera, restraints, praise kink

You pull against your restraints, hands tied behind you, pressed tight against your back and Hoseok's soft sheets. Hoseok's kisses are suffocatingly persistent, like he's trying to swallow you whole, tongue exploring as far down your throat as he can reach. You can't push him away, he's made sure of that, his tie looped tight around your wrists. He's in a good mood, a playful mood, enthusiastic in the way he devours your cries after winning four music awards at tonight's ceremony. But to him you're the real prize, so soft and warm, so addicting to smell and taste.

"What are you doing?" You ask breathlessly when he pulls away and grabs his phone, starting a video. "Why are you videoing this?" your naked chest heaves, your ceremony dress pushed down to reveal your tits to him. Hoseok pushes the rest of the expensive fabric over your hips, showing off the thin lace of your thong. You squirm uncomfortably, eyeing the camera lens worriedly.

"It's just for me, I would never show anyone else this, this is only mine to see," he reassures you.

"I know that, but what if you get hacked?" you ask worriedly, thinking of how both your careers would be destroyed by such a thing.

"That won't happen," he says confidently.

"Famous last words," you huff, still squirming as you're unable to cover yourself, your hands tied tightly by Hoseok.

"Don't be like that, Baby, c'mon, be good for me." Hoseok aims the camera lower as he reaches for the hem of your panties and presses two digits against your hole, slowly filling you up.

You bite your tongue, quieting yourself, still uncomfortable with the idea of being filmed. "Hobi, please," you pant. "You shouldn't film this. What if-"

He silences you with a kiss and another finger deep inside your cunt. You whine against his lips. His hand reaches out and places the camera to his right as he continues to kiss you sweetly, ravaging your insides with his fingers fervently, so the sound of your slick can be heard on camera as you shake against him.

Hoseok works you up skillfully, until your mind goes blank with pleasure and you completely forget the leering presence of his camera as you shiver and pulse around his fingers.

The pressure becomes too much as he continues his ministrations. "No more, no more," you cry, convulsing in a mixture of pleasure and pain under him, unable to pull your arms out of his restraints.

"One more, one more time for me, you're doing so well, baby."

You shiver from head to toe as his thumb works over your clit again, sending jolts of pleasure running throughout your body.

You turn you head and notice his phone again, and jolt for another reason. You turn your head quickly away in embarrassment.

But Hoseok grabs your jaw tightly, shoving your head back towards his camera, holding your face down against his bed as he thumb presses harder onto your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Tears stream down your face as you close your eyes in shame. You can't find your voice, forgetting the right words to tell him you want him to stop, forgetting how to do anything but succumb to his unforgiving digits deep inside you.

You groan, limbs locking one more time as you release, and your body quickly stiffens and goes limp.

Hoseok looks at you surprised, fingers slowing down but not stopping as he taps your cheek softly. "Baby?" He tests you by circling your clit again, watching intently as you stay still. "Oh."

Did you really pass out from coming? How cute, Hoseok chuckles softly, pushing your leg open wide and turning you on your side.

Now he can do whatever he wants with you.

He releases his stiff cock from the confines of his pants. This video is going to be his best one yet, trophy worthy. And if you ever try to leave him, this will be the one he uploads first.

You finish towel drying yourself and pull out a large night shirt, changing quickly. You use the lotions and essences on your nightstand, going through your usual nightly routine, and turn every light off but the lamp on your bedside, jumping on your covers as you start to scroll through your phone.

What should you watch tonight? Anal? BDSM? Hentai? No...

Maybe...

You type in, "Korean Boyfriend."

You're too horny to feel shame at the moment, even if there was a good reason for such a particular search.

You couldn't get your friend out of your thoughts, and as you scroll through the multiple videos in your search, you know there's a certain one, amateur looking, that looks exactly like him.

It only shows the bottom half of the user's face, and the sexiest body you've ever seen as the young man strokes his leaking cock for you, but the resemblance is uncanny. He even has the same mole under his lip like Jungkook, your new friend.

You were too shy to ever tell him your achingly strong feelings for him, so this you can settle for for now, imagining his muscular taunt body over you, his fingers stroking your soaking cunt instead.

-

Jungkook groans.

-

You stop, lean over and fumble around, looking through your bedside table, until you find the pink vibrator you were searching for and settle back down against your covers, spreading your legs wide open.

You turn the vibrator on and press it against your clit, starting the video again, intently watching the man on your screen fall apart while you allow yourself to imagine his cock stuffing you full instead.

How nice it must taste, how good it would feel to gag on it. Fuck, fuck, you want him so badly. You want Jungkook inside you, fucking you, cuming all over you. Fuck...

-

Jungkook grips the tip of his cock and whines for you.

-

You imagine his tongue sucking up your puffy clit instead, his mouth all over you, lapping up your slick. Fuck, he's so hot, just as muscular as the man you're watching, he would wreck you, fuck you so hard and deep you'd be sore for days.

You let your mouth open as you whine in pleasure, you bet his cock would taste amazing, smell just as good as the rest of him. Just imagining how nice it would taste to have his cock down your throat has you pulsing.

-

Jungkook pumps his cock steadily, faster, so close to release.

He's so close. And you're so close.

-

-

-

Jeon Jungkook scrolls through his phone as he pours himself a bowl of cereal. He can't find a clean spoon, so he washes one quickly, filling his bowl with milk before setting the bowl down on his coffee table.

He takes a large spoonful and opens the newest app on his phone and-

"Oh fuck!" Jungkook chokes on his cereal, dropping the spoon on his pants. "Ahh fuck," he wipes the dripping milk off his chin and shirt, sitting up at attention.

You're there, as clear as day, clearer than Jungkook was anticipating.

He's thankful he paid extra for the HD version. He holds the screen right to his eyes.

This was the live feed.

At this moment, you were half naked, spread open, toying yourself to climax in front of Jungkook's very eyes.

See, because the last time you had hung out, Jungkook had strategically placed his cameras all over your bedroom, hopeful to record something exactly like this.

The wide shot is perfect, in direct line with your pussy. Jungkook is already stiffening at the very sight of you.

He sloppily tries to eat the rest of his cereal as he watches you, transfixed in the way you writhe on camera. He wants more of you, fuck, it's not fair, he wants to feel how wet you are.

"Dammit," for the second time tonight Jungkook drops milk and cereal on his clothes, losing himself in thoughts of you momentarily before the cold liquid brings him back to his lonely present.

Well, at least he has a reason to remove the offending material now. He pulls off his sweatpants, lying down and freeing his hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

He watches you wide eyed, dick hard and throbbing as he edges himself to release.

Fuck, you look so delectable, cute and whiny. He was always curious about how you'd look falling apart, and his curiosity got the best of him, and thank god for that, now he could watch you as many times as he wanted, and oh god, there would be more opportunities just like this one, fuck...

And now that he had a live feed straight into your bedroom, he'd know when you were out, and he could pay your bedroom a visit. Maybe even come over while you're doing the deed, and be able to see the effects up close and personal if you decided to open the door for him.

The possibilities now were endless. Whatever qualms he had before about invading your privacy were all out the window. It was your fault anyways, you couldn't pick up on his advances, or you wouldn't, whatever it was, it made him-

-

"Oh, Jungkook."

You arch your back and spread your legs wider as your vibrator sends you closer to release.

-

What?

What?!

Jungkook's cock twitches in his palm as your quiet whimpers filter through his phone's speakers. He clicks to a closer camera. You said his name?

He had to have imagined that, sometimes his imagination did make Jungkook think and experience things that were not-

Wait. No fucking way. Why can't he zoom in?! Did he just see-

He switches to the closest camera, situated in between the panels of your headboard.

Jungkook stares at the reflection of your phone and laughs to himself.

What are the odds? Jungkook is already twisting the revelation into a his own dark fantasy. It's fate, you really are meant to be.

He's sure you won't mind if he uploads this to his account next...

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1 | 2 | 3 (Upcoming) which member’s version was your fav so far?

#bts smut #yandere bts #bts yandere #jungkook yandere #hoseok yandere #jungkook smut #hoseok smut

[coastbycoast101]

Just one taste?

Cw: chubby reader :33, gojo desperately wanting you to crush him lol (he's so fucking hot) FEM READER! Gojo being a tease 🙄🙄

Gojo begs you to sit on his face even if your hesitating, and your saying stuff like — "m' too big", "What if-" If anything he'd love to die between your thighs.

"why won't you just shut up and sit on my face, princess?" He stared her down with those eyes. The stare that made her thighs rub together and her clit throb and twitch against her damp panties.

"Satoru!" She looked over at him in shock, feeling flustered from the comment he made "toru', I don't think you can handle me, she fidgeted with her fingers nervously.

Satoru smirked. "Oh? And why is that? You think I can't handle you? You're my girlfriend. I can handle you, and I want to. He said,

Reaching out and pulling her onto his lap. "I want to taste you, princess. You know you want it too. Don't be shy." He whispered, nibbling on her earlobe.

"T-toru'!" Her eyes widened as he rutted his hips up into her. She felt his cock poking her. Satoru chuckled, his hands moving to undo the buttons of her jean shorts. "Mmm, you're so wet for me, aren't you? I can feel it through those panties." He said, grinning wickedly. 

"You know you want it. Let me taste you, baby. Let me show you how much I want you." He whispered, his hands slipping inside her panties, rubbing her clit through the fabric. "Yer' driving me crazy princess, just one taste?"

she hesitated then she felt his slender fingers rubbing at her clit making it throb. He felt how she throbbed, how her thighs shut close as his two fingers rubbed against her hole. He let out a groan as his hard cock begged to be released from those sweatpants.

Satoru smirked, his eyes locked onto hers. "You're killing me, princess. I want to taste you so bad. Please?" He begged, his fingers working her clit faster. "Just one taste, please? I'll make it up to you after baby" he groaned making out with her as he fingered her

"F-fine just one taste!" She closed her eyes, nervous as of what Satoru is gonna do.

A few minutes later satoru had her hover her pussy over his face as his hand reached up to grip on her thighs. "Satoru, are you sure m' not too big?" She nervously waited for his response as she looked down at him. He looked so fucking sexy with his hair all ruffled.

Satoru grinned, his tongue already eager to explore her. "No, you're perfect. I'm sure. I want you, princess. Trust me." He said, his tongue flicking out to taste her, making him groan. "You taste so good, princess." He murmured, licking her clit before diving in, licking her up and down. 

"pussy's so wet for me, shit."he moaned as his tongue started working her clit again. "Tell me how good it feels." He begged, wanting to hear those moans of her that made him incredibly hard.

"Aaaah.. feels so good toru'" she whimpered, rocking her hips above his nose. Satoru noticed she didn't put her full body weight down on his face which made him livid. He gripped on her thighs pushing her all the way down on his face, she gasped in shock as he ate her out like the starved man he was.

"I told you to sit on my face, didn't I princess?"

She whimpers, nodding her head as satoru groaned, his tongue working her clit harder. "That's it, princess. Let me hear you moan for me. Let me hear you scream my name." He demanded, his hands gripping her ass, fingers digging in.

his tongue flickered against her clit, then his tongue explored her folds.  "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" He asked, his fingers slipping inside her, curling to hit her g-spot. "Tell me, princess." He chuckled, wanting to hear her beg.

"Yesss,m' so close toru'" she whined grinding down harder as his hips rutted into the air. She noticed that satoru didn't even take any of his clothes off. She reached down, unbuttoning his pants then taking his cock out of his briefs.

His cock twitched in her hand, she flickered her tongue over his slit, she felt his grin against her pussy as he dove in, relishing in his delicious meal.

Satoru moaned, his hips bucking into her hand. "Mmm princess, just like that.." He praised, his tongue working her clit harder. his fingers worked her g-spot while his tongue lapped at her clit. "Tell me how good it feels, princess." 

He demanded, his tongue flicking her clit before diving into her. "I want to hear you scream for me, baby." He groaned, his fingers moving in and out of her. "Tell me you're going to cum."

in a muffled voice as she stuffed his cock In her mouth, sucking on it she whined as her clit twitched, "m' gonna cum toru' yeaaahh... Fuuckk"

Satoru groaned, his hips bucking into her mouth as she sucked on him. "Fuck, yes, princess. Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you cum all over my tongue." He encouraged, his fingers working her g-spot harder. 

"I want to hear you, baby. Let me hear you." He moaned,his tongue lapping at her clit while his fingers moved in and out of her. "You're so close, princess. Come on, let it out for me"

"satoru~" she was cumming Soo hard for him, she whined as his cock hits the back of her throat as she cums on his tongue. Satoru thrusted his tongue in and out of her hole as she let out a shiver, a white creamy substance leaked into his mouth.

He groaned, his fingers leaving her as he pulled her up. He had her bent over the bed, making her arch her back as he slapped his tip against her folds, rubbing it up and down before thrusting into her tight pussy.

Satoru groaned, his tongue lapping at her cream before pulling away. "Fuck, princess. You taste so good." He praised, his cock throbbing in her mouth. "I want more, baby. I want to be inside you." He demanded, his cock twitching in her mouth. "Let me fill you up, princess. Let me take you."

Satoru groaned, his hips bucking into her. "F-fuuck, princess. Feels so good inside you.." He praised, thrusting into her slowly. "scream my name, baby. Please?" He said, his hands gripping her hips as he bucked into her. "Tell me how good it feels, princess. Tell me you want it."

"Oh m' god satoru!" She whined as her walls wrapped itself around his dick, clamping down. Satoru's eyes found its way on her ass, focusing on how she sucked his dick in her little hole. it made his body shiver from how good it felt making him groan.

"Satoru~!" She moaned gripping the sheets as he reached a hand to her breasts gripping it as he jack hammered into her pussy. "Feels so good!" She bit her lips, drawing a little blood as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. White cream rings formed at the base of his cock making him whine

Satoru groaned, his hips bucking into her. "That's it, princess. Scream my name. Let me hear it." He demanded, thrusting into her harder. "You're mine, princess. All mine" He growled, his hand moving to her clit, rubbing it.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for your Satoru." He encouraged, his hips slamming into her. "You're so good to me, princess. You're perfect." He praised, his cock throbbing as he whined his eyes closed shut.

"m' cummin! Dont stop don't stop don't stooop~!" She whined repeatedly making gojo weak in the knees as he whimpered. his legs shook as his cock twitched. His hips never stopped moving and his cock sloppily rutted into her making a

"plat, plat, plattt"

sound. Satoru whimpered, his cock twitching as he felt her walls clench. "baby, baby, baby, can I cum inside? Please need it so bad fuuuck" he whined as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. she shook her head up and down, signalling a nod letting out another whimper. "fill me up toru'!"

Satoru groaned, his hips bucking into her. "Haaa! Fuck, yes, princess." He growled, his cock pulsing inside her. "I'm cumming, baby. Cummin so hard, feels soo fuckin good" He moaned, his hips slamming into her. his cock twitching as he came inside her.

he pulled out still cummin rubbing his tip through her folds groaning.he then collapsed beside her, letting out a whine as he catched his breath."that pussy makes me go insane baby" she let out a giggle as she looked over at him.He groaned as his cock slowly went soft. "Fuck. I don't what's gotten into me" he let out a chuckle.

He's so whiney OMGG 😫

#gojo x reader smut #smut #jjk #gojo x black reader smut #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x black!reader smut #gojo satoru x reader smut #gojou satoru x reader smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader smut #black reader smut

[imrllytootiredforthis]

hard thought of the day: (that is, once again, with sannie)

Impatient catboy san who sits on his knees between your legs while you’re on the phone. 

He’s wearing a collar that hugs his throat just so, making his head just slightly fuzzy but nothing too much. A collar that’s connected to the leash you hold in your hand, pink and glittery, just for your sannie. You sit smugly with it, tugging on it at random times. 

His fluffy ears sit atop his head, twitching ever so slightly in anticipation.

They look so soft and you wanna pet him so bad, caress them and call him your good kitten but ignore the urge, continuing on with the call. 

Thigh highs wrap around his skin, white fabric looking so pretty in contrast to his hickey-covered thighs, shades of red and purple decorating him all over from last night.

“Yeah, yeah,” you aren’t talking to him. You’re talking to whoever’s on the phone. He doesn’t know who. He doesn’t particularly care.

All he knows is that he wants you so bad and he can barely wait. Your legs spread open in front of his face. Your pants gone, only your underwear left. 

His tail flicks wildly around, brushing over your skin and legs, finally wrapping around your thigh, brushing higher and higher before you tug at his leash and furls back into it's original place.

"Mommy, please~" His voice is almost a whisper, enough to catch your attention. For you to glance down at him, between your legs. Enough for him to look back at you with wide needy eyes. Wanting nothing more than to bury his face between your legs.

He can't think of anything else. He hasn't thought about anything else all day.

He wants to make you feel good so bad.

Wants to feel your fingers digging into his hair, controlling him, showing him exactly how to move and what to do. Wants to feel your thighs around his head, your skin smooth against his own. Wants to hear you moan and tell him what a good kitty he is.

So even though it's hard he'll try to be a good kitty. And a good kitty listens when he’s told to wait. When he’s told to be patient.

"Oh! I heard!" You pause, the person on the other end saying something. "Your mom told me, but that's not the point! Congratulations!"

He wants to hear you call out his name, wants to hear you laugh at him. Anything at this point. Anything at all. All he wants is to taste you so, so, so, so bad.

"Mommy-!" It's indignant this time, a touch bratty in a way that makes you look down at him sternly.

He rests his head against your knee, the movement tender yet filled with tension. "Need you so bad, wanna taste you-wanna be so good for you~" his pink tongue peeks out, reaching but your hold on the leash prevents his from going any further.

"So, so, so bad." he huffs.

Poor Sannie tries to be a good kitty.

Until he can’t anymore. 

Until his other head takes over the more sensible one and he leans forward, pulling until the leash goes loose. And he's free to let his nose nudge against you, rubbing slowly in circles around your clit, listening to your quiet gasp.

“U-um, yeah, that’s g-great to hear!”

He starts out with slow teasing kitten licks, waiting for your breath to hitch. For you fingers to find his hair. For you to tug on the leash.

You don't. You continue the call, ignoring him.

Poor kitty nearly cries out in frustration. Tears prick at his eyes. All he needs now is your attention. For you to look at him. For you to pay attention to him.

His tongue flattens against you, over the fabric but he can still taste you through it, your arousal long since soaked through. Your taste, your smell, your voice above him, continuing on like nothing is happening clouding up his head as he whines against you, mewling cutely in hopes of gaining your regard-needing it.

His mouth obscenely slurps, eyes falling shut in concentration. Moving faster in just the right way.

His tail has a mind of his own. Squeezing your legs, brushing against your skin.

You could pull him away any second, pull the leash back and put him in his place but he looks so cute, sounds so cute and he’s so good with his mouth.

Lapping away without a care in the world, whining and keening into you as you hold back moans. His fingers dig into the back of your thighs with blunt nails. The thin layer of your underwear makes itself frustratingly apparent to both of you. 

“I-i can’t wait to hear that from you in person, but-I really have to g-go now, sorry!” 

The phone’s hung up and tossed to the side without a care in the world, hands immediately flying down to knot in his hair, playing with those adorable ears.

Those hypersensitive ears.

His eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, eyebrows pinching together as you begin leading his movements, hips grinding onto his mouth, sighing in bliss while he redoubles his efforts.

Tongue and spit and arousal mix together in a lewd mess, disgusting and filthy and fucking amazing. 

He doesn't care that he's throbbing. That he's rock hard and grinding against the edge of the couch. He doesn't care.

All he cares about is you. Your pleasure. Hearing those noises again.

"Please, please cum in my mouth," his voice is soft, muffled, vibrating against your skin. "Want you to cum in my mouth so bad, wanna taste you so bad~"

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wth, i can't stop thinking about catboy san, this is all your fault @lemonhongjoong😭

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

can i request trans incubus Ran x top Male reader? and can you add a little blood play? ur previous Trans Ran thirst got me fluctuating

My boyfriend is an incubus! - Ran Haitani edition

Pairings: Ran Haitani x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Ran, trans!Ran, incubus!Ran, blood play, blood consumption, biting, fingering, squirting, eating out, use of the term 'tdick'

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenario

Author's Note: Trans Incubus Ran is a combo that I never knew I needed until now...my god. Also....please imagine incubus Ran with his hair down 😳 I hope this is to your liking 💞

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Incubus Ran who's the most spoiled demon in any realm, period. And he's well aware of this too. Ran knows that he can get anything he wants if he just butters you up enough. While you're innocently sitting on the couch he'll saunter up to you and wiggle his way onto your lap, letting his long, silky hair fall around his face while he steals a kiss or two

Pretty eyelashes flutter closed when your tongue invades his mouth, already becoming turned on due to his demonic charm. He pulls away to breathe and compliment you, “You look extra handsome today, love. I just couldn't help myself...I needed a taste right here and now~” His velvety voice and honeyed words go straight to your dick as it hardens underneath him

Incubus Ran who will happily beg like a slut to get what he wants too. Humping your leg while his nails claw into the fabric like a good boy and begging, “Please finger me, sir! Toy with my pussy please! I need your touch down there~ ”

And when you do Ran is a screaming mess, with his face flushed and tongue lolling out and your long fingers stretching his glistening cunt. He just can't help himself! You're pumping your digits so fast that his brain can't keep up with it...and when you find that sweet spot? When you press riiiight there? Ran's delicious wanton cries echo around you, like music to your ears as your baby boy cums all over your fingers

Incubus Ran who craves the feeling of your nails dragging across his skin. Craving the way you dig into him hard enough to draw blood; the crimson liquid dripping down his back, his arms, or even his thighs while you devour his pussy ❤️

“Oooohhh shhiiitt~ Mhmm, harder~ ” He moans as you pierce his smooth skin, lapping up his blood as it slides down his thigh and mixes with the slick from your previous endeavor. Ran tries so hard not to squeeze your head or suffocate you, but the way you suck some of his blood out while stroking his tdick sends him reeling from pure ecstasy, unable to form a coherent sentence as his eyes cross

Incubus Ran who enjoys making you bleed just the same. Biting down on your shoulder because of one especially rough thrust into his pretty pussy, the taste of you flooding his mouth and making him hump your cock greedily, growling in your ear as his possessive nature kicks in

Ran needs you to say it; say that you're his precious human. Tell him who you belong to and he'll do the same, moaning your name over and over while you pump him full of your cum. “Yeeess—!! Fuck this little pussy, y/n!! It belongs to you, use my hole however you want~ ”

Incubus Ran who truly resembles a picture perfect demon right now; With blood smeared all over his lips and chin, his eyes glowing a dazzling purple in the dimly lit room, and his long, bi-coloured hair cascading over his shoulders and messily framing his face. Ran's fangs glint as he bounces on your fat dick again, keeping a relentless pace until he's whining and begging to cum. “Yesyesyes y/n!! I'm so close...gonna cum~ Can I cum, baby? Pleeeeaassee I wanna cum on your fucking cock~ ”

And how could you refuse him? With a shaky, “Y-yes...m-my love, want you to cum all over my lap...make it messy.”, Ran finally creams around your dick, squirting after he pounds his cunt down onto your cock desperately. Those pretty fangs of his cut into his bottom lip when he bites down too hard, demonic blood mixing with what was left of yours still covering his chin. He kisses you and makes you taste his life essence, swirling your tongues together and coating the inside of your mouth with it

And incubus Ran who talks so sweetly after it's all over. Singing your praises against your neck and giggling cutely when you praise him back, intertwining your hands while Ran rests against your chest for a while

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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[leviismybby]

levi helping you fall asleep by eating you out 🤭

Mhmm anon mhmmm....

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Nsfw 18+, mdni, orgasm denial, just Levi devouring you, flith flith, filth

Was it a good idea to tell Levi that you couldn't sleep? No. Do you regret it now? Also no, not when he is kissing down your body, hand spreading your thighs open.

Levi kisses your navel, tugging at your pajama shorts to take them off of your body. Your hands are running through his soft raven locks, slightly pulling at them the more eager you get.

"Patience." He says as he looks at your underwear, smirking at the wet spot on the fabric. Kissing your pussy over your underwear, Levi sinks his teeth into the hem of your panties and pulls them down your legs with his mouth.

Kissing up your legs, he nibbles at the flesh of your inner thighs. "How are you this wet? I haven't fucking done anything yet..." He says against your skin, loving how you shiver at his words and tug on his hair.

"Levi please..." You whine, wanting nothing more than to feel his mouth on you. He places little pecks around your pussy before licking a stripe up your slit, his eyes looking at your face.

You were usually sleeping like a log during this hour but tonight was different, you twisted and turned for hours beofre Levi noticed, so he decided to help you....

Levi grunts at how you taste. "Your cunt is delicious, I can have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner." His tongue works against your wetness like he hasn't done this thousands of times beofre, it moves restlessly and harshly.

His jaw moves roughly, lapping at your walls. The noises his lips are making are lewd, so sp lewd that you're almost ashamed of them. "Levi!" You moan his name, pulling his head further between your legs.

Smirking, he spreads your thighs further apart, putting both of your legs over his shoulder. His mouth kisses, nibbles and licks your pussy like a man starved.

You grind your hips against his face as his tongue enters you, it feels so warm and wet and it makes you lose your mind. Levi grips your legs, loving how much pleasure he is giving you.

"Fuck. Wish I could just live between your thighs..." Levi says, groaning when he sees your cunt twitch. Your legs start to spasm when his mouth closes around your clit, sucking delicately.

"I'll ill-" Levi glares up at you, warning you with his eyes. "Don't you dare, not yet, baby." You throw your head against the pillow, hands messing up the perfect strands of his undercut.

Levi spreads your walls with his two fingers, getting a really good look at your pussy. "Oh fuck me..." He growls before spitting on it, the warm saliva sends a weird feeling of warmth and pleasure down your spine.

Gripping your thighs harder, Levi puts his mouth back on your cunt. His tongue is nowhere near gentle, it's a rude pace and the knot in your stomach becomes impossible to hold.

"Levi..I-i can't need to cum!" He hums against you in approval. "Give it to me. Cum." Your legs close around his head, and you cum without any problem. Levi doesn't remove his mouth from you, not until he is sure that all of your juices are running down his throat.

He parts his mouth from you, his spit connecting to your pussy, eyes filled with lust. Looking up at you he sees how heavy you're breathing, a beautiful blush accompanying your cheeks.

Your boyfriend smirks, kissing up your body before coming up to your face. He grips your jaw. "Open" and you do, you open your mouth. To Levi, there's nothing hotter than seeing how willing you are for him. He lets a string of saliva escape his mouth and dribble right onto your tongue.

With a smile, you swallow his spit, tasting yourself. "Such a dirty girl aren't you?" Your eyes start to close but Levi kisses you on the lips, he isn't entirely done yet.

"I'm not done with you..." He whispers, kissing your neck until he quickly between your thighs again. This time Levi spreads your legs wide enough for them to hurt a little but you don't as you get used to the position.

Without another word, his mouth is back to lap at your wetness, he is moaning against you, savoring you in every sense of the word.

The moans you're letting out are sinful and shameless but that is exactly what he wants. He absolutely wants to ruin you, make you completely stupid for him.

Two of his fingers plunge deep into you, immediately setting a fast pace. His other hand is pinning your hips down, making sure you stay still for him as he eats you out.

Your whole body feels like it's on fire and your head is spinning as Levi's mouth does marvels on your pussy, it's not gonna take long beofre you're cumming.

His fingers thrust hard and fast into your heat, his tongue flicking against your clit. He isn't getting tired at all, his stamina is untouchable.

"For fuck sake. You're gonna make me a madman with a pussy like this." Levi groans and the sound sends vibrations directly through you. It's an insane amount of pleasure.

You try to lift your his but fail as his strong hand holds them down, hid fingers nudging your spot, his lips claiming your pussy as his. A funny feeling starts to build up in hour stomach, this one is more intense the previous one.

And Levi feels it too as your pussy clenches around his two digits. Your head falls to the side, you scream his name, your body shakes and squirt all over him.

Levi was going to deny you again however seeing how well he made you feel was enough. "That's a good girl. Fuck." He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, his jaw dripping with your juices.

Your eyes start to close, you don't even have the energy to speak and Levi chuckles kissing your stomach. "Pretty sure you'll get some sleep now, baby."

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[starrbright]

Inevitability of Nature

Needs. Desires. Wants. It's all human. But what follows after has always been out of our hands; nature.

After you let Professor Nanami had his way with you, some notions rise....and some....conflicts rise as well.

Professor Nanami x Reader

Inspired by the pieces X | X of @shaicutieee. I wrote this for her, and well, of course.....me😁 check them out, it's very good and what made me to write this. Her works are all great as well, I hope you can look at over her blog!! ((:

AFAB READER. fingering. dry humping. vaginal sex. unprotected sex. reader is a virgin. he's still a pervert. nanami as a soft dom?

all my y/n are fat and of color.

9K words. I expected it to be only 5k but you know how it is🚶🏽‍♀️. Hope you guys take time to read this and thoroughly enjoy it!!

Nanami has been through some shit, he really has been. Piles of works, sure. Dealing with people, sure. Deadlines that he sometimes rushed to meet, students he had to deal with, putting up with them because he wants to, not because it's his job, but still he wants to be a good teacher to them even when his work is shit.

But to see you at the back of his class, hiding, avoiding him, ignoring him--was torture.

Nanami, of course, had to what he does; teach. Write on the board like he didn't almost write an explicit word because he was thinking of the time he had you wreathing on his desk. Speak of what he wrote and fight his urge to look at you. Read the remaining bits of his lesson in the book he holds, like his voice is not threatening to crack from how he was recalling how you taste, your cum that he drunk so well. His nerves so high, he had to stop his reading midway, loosening his tie while clearing his throat.

To top it all off, what you wore today is a tight fitted and high wasted jeans, a long sleeved turtleneck. You were hiding, he can clearly tell, how can he not? But of course, that didn't stop your own body to show itself; ample thighs, round hips, belly rolls and round shoulders were hugged so well by the stretchy fabrics. He had a good sight of it when you walked into class, though ignoring him, no less.

You were hiding, afraid, frankly it was still all too distracting and yet it bothers him that you were hiding.

Fucking hell, yes, it really was a torture. So that's why his class ended fifteen minutes too early. A win for everybody, of course, they fled with no complaints or even questions like children excited for recess. And with you; being at the back of the class and having an idea where this was going, you hurried as well, though subtly, well you tried to be. Pulse suddenly all raised as you noticed the room was already cleared.

Nanami stood there leaning his waist back on his table, eyeing you as you just gathered your things and started to walk the stairs. Adorable, he thinks. And such a good student you always were, hands fill with books and other things. He can't let you out of his room without having any resolve.....well, whatever resolve he deemed it to be.

Your eyes only on the ground as you knees and feel the man was staring at you with such gaze that you knew it'll make you want to just fall down on the stairs. As you stepped down on the last step.

"Y/N." Nanami called. Stopping you before you could take a turn. Eyes still on the ground, a view of his polished shoes, clutching your things so tightly on your chest as he stepped away from the desk. "Put your bag and all of those on my desk." He spoke, walking away to lock the door as you heard.

Why did he have such a hold over you? How could you just let him stop you from walking away? Allowing yourself to let him, it was undeniable. Were you that weak or he's that strong?

But if anything, you couldn't be possibly be blamed for it, even if you do blame yourself--because afterall....you've always found your eyes on your professor lingering ever since the first time you stepped foot in his class.

For a simple person you are, seeing a man as fine as he is--you looked. But of course, too much you did and left you in a predicament. Where you found yourself having a smile as you got ready for the day and on the way to campus until that smile went wider when you reached the class you're most looking forward to having. Your heart leaping when he walks in, your back straightening with your smile you tried to keep down, and with your mind that tried its best to focus. Slick you were with showing that you're focused by asking questions that he always answered fluidly.....and because of that, you let yourself indulge that he was maybe too eager to answer you, mind imagining things that a naive person would only do.

And that you were, too naive, too indulged in your own world that you didn't notice he was indulging himself as well. Too naive to not see he had already seen you sighing a smile with your chin on your palm, to not see he held amusement and smugness in his eyes and to not see yourself would be sprawled out beneath his tongue.

Reluctantly, you followed. Still, your eyes are only to his shoes as he walks back to you until the distance ceased to exists. Nanami felt guilty for feeling powerful above your anxious figure, really he did, but the tent growing in him would say otherwise, you could say that was what he was most guilty about.

He holds your chin, soft his touch was as he turns your face up to him. From the calmness of his eyes were, you had your answer, he really is strong, and you were nothing of that within his presence. "Did you not want what happened yesterday?"

Let's be honest, who wouldn't want their fucking hot professor's tongue deep inside them?

"...I...I wanted it..." You couldn't lie.

Relief fills him but there's a few things that remains. "And do you regret it?"

You gulped, hands unclenching and clenching, unsure of the answer. But you spoke before he could, "I'm...I'm scared."

There was many things you could be scared of. His furrowed expression turns soft, another hand of his goes to your waist, caressing it. "Of what?"

How could he be so cruel? You were naive, you realized that, but not too much that you hadn't seen his desire and nothing more. How opposite you feel.

Indeed, there are many things you're scared of; getting found out that you affiliated yourself with the esteemed professor and all that comes after the dreadful happening, of allowing yourself to have his way with you. But most of all, you were scared because you're already feeling for him. How stupid you are.

And surprisingly to you, some anger brews in you because how cruel he could be? Being so gentle and attentive while backing up what he only truly needs.

You shake your head gently, the hold on your chin gone, your eyes turning away from him, putting your hand over his on your waist to refrain his hold that was weakening you. "I don't...I don't know.." It turns out you could lie.

Nanami only kept you in place by sliding his free arm to your hips and he leans down. "Do you want this?" Filling up his needs, whatever that may be.

But if he had seen you having a dreamy look before then it's not too much of a stretch that he can say he knows what bothers you. He's not blind, however aloof he seemed to be, in fact it's quite the opposite, actually--that's why he had and took the chance to swept you off your feet.

Nonetheless, he's still a man, despite that he resents such a person would do....he's still a man; weak to his desires. And afterall....you'd benefit off of it as well, no?

What a bastard he truly was. You felt played. But were you really played or you're just that naive? The notion still stands. As your eyes was on his chest, you washed the anger presenting itself by replacing them with nothingness. Had enough of showing too much. Needless to say, you can't deny that you want what he was asking, no matter how shallow it is, no matter how irritated you are. You still want him.

You meet his waiting gaze but even so with your decision, you couldn't answer.....rather you refused to give him that satisfaction. So you give it to him by locking your lips to his.

Nanami sighs, tensed muscles easing as he mirrors your actions; sloppy and fleeting kisses while his hands roams to your thighs before his arms hooked underneath to carry you to put you on his table. Glad that you laid your things just on the side. He hums a guttural sound as you raked his hair, pulling on them while he deepens the kiss, tugging you closer to him on your hips, your legs locked onto his back.

You dip slightly and he follows forward. His defined and hard body against your soft one, his suffocated cock on your cunt, you feel how hard and big it is that it was so easy to grind on it. Sending a shocking pressure to both of you, your moans being swallowed by one another. Nanami thrusts to you, meeting your moving hips, your jeans just riding up tightly, allowing you both to feel your heats just more. Lips not breaking away but only tongues dancing together, his hands now on your ass to help you assault his cock more and with yours on the sides of his neck, fingers digging on them.

The kiss was turning sloppier; lips dripping with drool while your heads bobs up and down just to meet each other's lips. But your pace underneath was getting hurried, Nanami's pelvis was now hitting your sex like a damn nail, moving no different from how he'd move to drill his cock into your cunt, making you falter but that didn't deter him and just surprised you with his strength by pulling your weight upward so he could ground his cock more onto you. Your things making noise as it moved along with you two. Lips not on each other anymore but you're just dazed with your head a little thrown back while he only trails wet kisses all over your face, finding yourselves nearing the edge.

Tired and aching muscles, you still grind against him weakly while he's still fucking strong as ever. With the strength you can muster, you clenched your limbs onto him as he rutted again, making him stop and clamped down onto you as well. He kept his sinful groan with pursed lips, but even so, by how deep the rumble in his chest was--it made no difference. You came both at the same time, your head now deeply laid back in the air while his is buried in your shoulder. Bodies all tense but still slowly moving to ride the high, essence spilling out, soiling your underwears, continued sounds from both of you.

Still in a trance despite that his high came down, Nanami began to explore you, hands kneading on what he can while he goes to your lips, holding the back of your head with his big hand as the other just continued to grope you. Loving how pliant your flesh was against the fabrics. And you, out of it the moment you came, was surprised to say the least. Barely able to keep up with how needy he was and just as when you were about to call him, his phone rang; telling that his class has truly ended fifteen minutes prior, an alarm that you were familiar with because sometimes he gets carried away and lose track of time.

But of course, he just continued bombarding you with his kissing and groping. You knew if you didn't stop him, there was a chance he'd have you bended over his desk to fuck your brains out, there was no doubt in you that he had thought of that before. The thought made you flinched your fingers tightly to him.

"Sir," you called and to no avail just sealed your lips with his. If it weren't for the severity of the situation and new found opposing feeling for him you'd laugh of how needy he was. You pulled away and yes, he follows but just to your face again, and how fucking glad you were that you're wearing a turtleneck for by now if not, you'd be full of marks.

Nanami fucking grinds himself to you again and for the first time, you let out his name, "Kento," in a moan it came out that you didn't intend to but it broke him out as he stilled. How great it came out from your mouth, and only then he realized your moans earlier were nothing but just incoherent sounds, what a waste it was. He'd have you say his name soon enough, to cry it.

The ringing of his phone was stopped as he turned it off, not even taking his eyes off you as he did after he sat you properly. Heaving breaths you controlled as you take your eyes down, not wanting to see his hazy gaze, see how satisfied he was. Instead you closed your eyes and leaned your forehead to his, while he rubs your thighs softly. "...I should get going," you muttered almost breathless, before you could look up to him, he pulled you by the waist to put you down gently and then you looked up to him after. Taking your hands off of him and tried your best to stop your limbs from trembling. And a mistake you thought it was for he puts a hand on your face, fingers gently rubbing the skin, "Hmm...yes, take care." He mutters too airy, eyes nonchalant again but the way he held it was soft.

There he fucking goes again with his cruelty. You wonder how he wields what he will and you wonder if it was your or his fault that your tears fall as you walked out of his classroom, feeling so stupid, that you know how he was taking advantage of what you hold for him and you resent yourself for relishing in the pleasure. Whatever was left with your pride, it made shame come crawling though you.

Nanami....he was, of course in a different spot......God, what desperation can do to a man....the sounds of prevention mute to his ears and just wanted to continue, the ending envisioned with you bended over his desk to fuck your brains out. If it weren't for you calling his name, he would have risk it.

Yet no shame in him, no guilt he can feel that course in his veins, no anything but the rush of aftermath....and that again, he was guilty of. He sighed, exhaling deeply as he crossed his arms, heads up--he'll have to go clean himself up first before another class begins.

The day went on with minds trying not to be distracted.

And to say you both are right now....was an understatement.

A day has passed after what went yesterday, a day with you avoiding him again despite that you didn't have a class with him, taking all the directions that you were sure of to not cross paths with him, nor even give him a glimpse of your existence far away. A day with you reflecting on your mistakes actions, of what you hold for him. From how you thought nothing of anything but it as you went along with your day, you'd say it took you somewhere, at least.

What more could be said? You like him. Till now, you've imagined how his smile was and how you know it'll make your heart skip a beat. An aspect that made the man more appealing to you, as much as daft you feel for that notion....some would agree, anyway.

....Yes, you like him....enough for you to have some peace with the unspoken agreement you both made. Swallowing your shame rather than pride, you agreed upon yourself to see through the end of what you've done. Newfound vigor to not be let down by your hurting ego. Because after all, what could you lose if you do this? Dignity, reputation, pride, or even degree to make it worse--but hey, the man you like persuaded you to form a no strings attached, as you deemed it to be, anyway--so how could you turn down such an offer?

Be it absurdity or even sad, you'd take what you can get. It's not like the man will have something to put you both in a situation, more than you already both are in.

.....That's.....for some other time...

Distracted you both are right now. Still and again, you're at the back. Nanami was different though, he's not faltering, nor even steal a glances toward you. Instead he was himself, where he spoke fluidly, eyes roaming over his students and of course, to you.

You chuckled to yourself, how could you have missed that? That his gaze was always laced with threatening facade that no one could miss but he played off well. And......no student of his nor the people in the university would even comprehend the thought of the said professor to have your panty still with him. Yeah, that thought was quite hard to forget ever since you realized. "Bastard." You muttered under your breath that hitched when your gazes met again. Immediately though swiftly, you ducked your head on the desk under your arms, feeling caught because you knew he saw what you said and the little quirk of his lips said so. Sure to have some consequence after.

And Nanami was more than pleased to deliver said consequences.

You were the last one remaining again in the room, silence stood still as you walk down the stairs and up until you pass him by his desk, with him just standing against it, but not until he caught your wrist, taking you back to him swiftly, a soft gasp out from you.

"Bastard, huh?" Nanami spoke, encircling his arms on your waist after he took your bag and things from you, putting it on his chair, then yours crawls to his chest so as your eyes to his. Immediately being surrounded by his strong scent of musk, trying not to relish it in the way it can show.

"You disagree?" You dared and it was worth it because you pulled a reaction from him, though only a raise of eyebrows and twitch of his lips, it was new, and amusing.

His surprised in reason was because what you just did was new as well, the same when he saw you utter the word, and now seeing hesitations gone in your eyes. He isn't complaining though.

He nod his head, passing by your question. He rather agrees to it but he won't say it out lout, at least. "You avoided me again yesterday," he states as a matter of fact. Not that he's bothered, really, he's just.....curious, the one that grew every time he walks the same direction he always does that makes him see you but didn't. And with how you are at the moment, it added to it.

You nod, trying not to let flattery or even a little of hope creep in by his words that confirmed for him to notice what you did. "Yes, well....I needed to think." Loosening his tie to open a bit of his well neatly buttoned collar.

He just looks at you, urging to go on. And you laughed lightly, your head falling to his chest.....he didn't need to know all that, even when he seems to want to know about it. "I think....that the door is still unlocked."

Some reminder to keep you steady.

And whatever Nanami thought it was, it's good enough for him because you're back in his arms. He smirked, dipping his head down to you, "We can fix that." He seeked your lips with his, your hands clasping together above his nape and you gasped in surprise as he walks forward while you were forced yourself to do so backwards.

He didn't let you tore off your mouth from him but just continued to kiss you vigorously, his palms going down to squeeze your ass as he guided you to where the door was. Adrenaline pumps high with the possibility of being caught, it tripled when Nanami backs you gently against it with a thud and he locks it.

He stands in between your opened legs, feeling his hard on against your heat as he was now slightly crouching down to meet your arched figure. Glad he was with your chosen attire; a loose shirt that's tucked in your short pencil skirt. Easily giving him access to let his hands roam up to your ass, the skirt riding up while he finally leaves your lips alone and went down to your exposed neck. Your hands goes to his hair, knowing how he likes it to be caressed and you did nothing but that as he gave a sweet attention to your soft flesh down, tempted to leave a mark.

Letting his desire win again, as he had the second to contemplate it while he just trails his wet lips on the skin--he had the time and what a loss it would be if he just left it untainted. So that's why your lips are pursed now because he's sucking on the right side of your neck while you're moving your hips slightly, feeling his cock move against your thinly covered cunt. Nanami grunts on your flesh, a harsh squeeze to your ass cheek, then he sinks his teeth on you, the abundant flesh engulfs his mouth, rolling his tongue above all the while he continues to suck--it had your mouth fall open.

"Sir," you moaned. So fucking relieved that you didn't utter his name this time, a line you know that's meant something. Nanami, too busy for the notion to cross his mind, was only pleased to hear you so he continues while you do yours as well, firing both of your heats with the grinding of your hips, that is.

Figuring that he did enough, Nanami pulls away to see what he did; a visible and wide enough of a mark that no one is to miss, your glistening skin with sweat and panting self, hooded eyes to him and still slightly moving hips. Satisfied he already is, he huffs down to you, pushing the leg between you further that made you gasp and arched up, fingers clasping up to his suit. "Should we continue?" he asked, already knowing the answer but just wanted to taunt you, he can't help it, not when he has you this eager.

You only hum, fluttering eyes, already lost, and you just let yourself be--better than be awake and see how smug he looks while you're weak. But he only taunts you more.

"Answer me." Demanded he. Knowing he won't let up, you gained some strength, your hand reaches to his tie and tug it to pull him closer again. "Yes," you weakly said and that was the only thing he wanted to hear.

Nanami hums as he hooked his arms under your thighs, your back straightened with holding onto his neck. Staring at each other as he carried you to his desk, unfazed by how he effortlessly he took you and just admired how pretty he looked with his blonde hair starting to stick with sweat, running your fingers through them now and beads of sweat falling on his face, fogged glasses, how red his ears and cheeks was. As he put you down, you took his glasses off, the chance finally allowing you to look at his unguarded eyes. Barely able to grasp the reality of being in front of your disheveled and flushed professor, once again. At least with your resolves bound agreed to you.

Nanami can see through how you're gazing at him, to say the very least....he was taken aback by it. Far from amusement now but just intrigue. And he needs to steer the other way before anything. He took his glasses from your hands and hooked it on his collar, then took off his suit, smoothly throwing it back on his chair, before he cuffed up the sleeves on his wrists properly; how you always found that action too attractive.

Breathless you were by his mere actions as he eyes you down before going down to your lips. You sigh into the kiss even when it was brisk and so needy, he dips you down lightly with a hand of his on your back and the other unbuckling his belt. Nanami explored in your mouth until he pulls away, gently laying you down on the wide and long enough desk, pulling once on your legs to angle you closely better to him, legs tightly clinging to his sides with your flat dolls hoes still in tact to your feet, skirt riden up to your waist, exposing your thighs and of course, your panty to him.

You stare up at the man and as the waistband of his pants fall a little, your eyes went down as he palms himself over his fitted boxer, seeing how packing he was, your lips parted, breath hitching as you were quite scared. He chuckled a little and rubs your thigh, "I won't hurt you," he spoke reassuringly. He may be a bastard but not so much, so he has to calm his nerves down when he feels how wet you are as his hand goes to your heat, slick leaking through your cotton underwear, just as he took off your panty short. Large and thick fingers massage your slit through the fabric.

"Sir....I-" you let out quite loudly, chest rising up and down. By your eyes, hesitating voice and your hands that tries to reach his wrist, he knew what you wanted to say--and fuck, some disgusting urge he shakes away because otherwise, he would have let loose and destroy your virgin cunt.

Nanami breathes from his mouth, not stopping his rubbing with your clothing mound, "I know, I know.." he coos, his other hand going up above your waist, feeling the belly rolls and up to your breasts, fondling them. Overwhelmed already by his ensuring actions, a hand of yours went to his that was fondling you, squeezing it while he took off your panties and laid it beside you.

You pursed your lips so hard as you knew what was next when he cups your mound. A kept sound echoes out of you once he lined one finger in your entrance. It'll be a tight fit, he thought with how your cunt was already spasming on his one finger--it makes his cock throb more, feeling his slick leaking out. "Easy.....easy," he mumbles when you gasped and squeezed his hand you were holding so hard as he slid in the finger further.

Deep and slow breaths you make to soothe yourself though with how he's looking down at you, it only helps so little--and he just adds another finger, "Shit-" you hissed. Twitching, he guided down his hand you're still holding onto for dear life to your belly, pressing down on it, "You're doing well."

If he keeps on speaking like that while looking at you, his strong digits sliding in your walls, no less--you'd lose whatever cogs remains in your brain.

Hummed moans rumbles from your pursed lips as his fingers stretches you gently, easily done by how wet you are and the way he's guiding you. Eyes rolling back to close your eyes and let him take his time with his fingers in you.

Nanami, despite how his boxer is already soiled, pulsing of his cock so strong that it battles against the beating of his heart--he only eyes you as his two fingers penetrates your cunt nice and easy. Almost unable to believe that he'd be fucking his student raw, a virgin, no fucking less. He's beginning to get dizzy at this point.

He then turns his slow pace a little bit faster, in and out they slide. "Ha," you continously pant as he find his fast rhythm, thick and long digits getting sucked in by your walls, eyes opened now while he's hurling his fingers again and again, hips bucking to move against them and he allows you--just as pleased you were eased already.

"God," you heaved breathily as you already feel your stomach was on a rollercoaster but with just added so much heat. By how deep he was plunging in your walls, how wide his big fingers were stretching you, and the fact that this was your first time as well, you knew you were close.

Nanami feels it, too--easy to know by how you're now scratching his hand you haven't let go, shallow rising of your stomach and your wavering grinding. He almost chuckled but he just smirked, turning his pace much more faster, "Sir!" you gasped but immediately covered your mouth, suddenly clenching all of you but he just continues to drive in and out his knuckles deep.

Wide and frantic gaze stares through his calm ones as fucks you by his fingers, the table was already creaking weakly. As his other hand was freed, he used that to rub over your clit, pushing you to your edge. "Mmhgh-" eyes rolling back again as you let go. Squirting a little of your fluids with thick and white comes out of your cunt slowly, his colored cream shirt tainted a bit and unfortunately for you, his damn watch as well, though Nanami could care less about it but just watched you ride your orgasm and easing you through it. Shaking limbs that moves weakly to let the pressure stay while he gently massage your insides.

You moaned by your lips parting slightly when he takes out his fingers and the other goes to caress you, keeping you awake from your hazy state. Then you're humming as he cups your roaming head, keeping it still to make you look straight to him. You wonder how he could still ask what he asked when he's licking his fingers off of your cum by his tongue, "Should we continue?"

His calm voice only echoes in your ears but you didn't need to be told twice again, hypnotized with pleasure, and well....him. "Yes, yes, yes," you pant, nodding, not caring how needy you must sound.

Nanami wastes no time to take down his boxers, springing his cock free, his red and wide tip that leaks with his pre. You gape at him, your head a little away up from the table, fully woken up and frankly, scared again. "I got you," he spoke firmly, rubbing your thighs to leading his one hand to caress your ever soaked heat. "Hmm?" He waits for you to utter at least something and you nod, though hesitantly. Enough for him. Because truthfully, he doesn't know how long he can wait more.

He strokes his length, making it dribble out more cum and he hums while he still rubs your mound. "I won't make it hurt, angel." Assured he and you nod again, the name somehow doubles the fluttering of your insides. The man above you who was entranced by your cunt which was smeared with your cum and clenching onto nothing, couldn't take it anymore and lines himself up to your slit. But he doesn't enter yet and instead slides his length against your folds, eliciting hisses and gasps from both of you.

"Fuck," you swore, your head instinctively falling back on the table, feeling his hard member rubs on you, your hands just fisted to your sides. Nanami yanked up your shirt, showing your soaked stomach and breasts underneath your bra, he'd bite and mark you up if only he had the chance at the moment. But he isn't complaining with what he's got now; his aching cock that massages itself on your fat cunt. Up and down again and again until a thin paddle of both your slicks is made on the floor, that he no doubts will just double later on.

Fucked out you already were and Nanami can't wait to see how you'd be once he finally gets to be in you, a few more firm thrust that he's doing right now and he knows he'll have you gushing out again and of course, he. With actually a hard and final thrust, hard that it truly contracted his thick and hard length against your mound, you gripped his sides by your legs so tight as you came. Nanami was no different, it had him clenched his knuckles on the table, up to his neck frozing as well as he reached his peak.

By now, his hair was much more wet and falling down to his head, dropping of sweat to you, and fuck--how greatly lewd he looks as he relished his high, head up to the cieling, showing his veiny neck, thanks to what you did earlier by loosening his tie that crippled his shirt now, cuffed up sleeves that hugged his muscled forearms so well, the expensive watch of his glimmering, his chest heaving.

What the hell did you got yourself into?

As he got back, he looks down to you, stroking his length once again, his curve straightening, lining the tip to your entrance, that much already makes you take a deep breath, your hands finding your thighs to dig into. "Relax, I got you," he says, his eyes sharpening a little, guiding his cock in with his hand to finally be in you though just the tip yet. Nanami's eye never left you even when you already were sucking the little bit of his length so tight, but just kept his attention to you, ears sharp to your little sounds, making sure you won't hurt even a little. "I got you..." He mumbles along with your whimpering, his other hand caressing your soft belly while he stilled as you ground yourself by finding where his hand was and held it.

Nanami opened his hand to hold yours properly, fingers clasped together; a little surprised by the action, he took that chance to move a little, your said hand twitched hardly on his as your thighs did. "Is that alright?" he asks after, the little added inch in you making you lightheaded already but by his firm yet gentle aura with his hand squeezing yours, is what soothes you greatly.

You nod tiredly with closed eyes, you hum a small 'yes' and he hums as well, lightly tugging on your hold to make your eyes open and look at him, which you do. You're both pulsing against one another, you feel it, so much; it's quite aching but not because of how it's hurting but because of how nicely he felt even with his thick length--your cunt just wanting for more.

Some luck you had. Desired as well by the man you like, even though it's not the same way as you think of each other....suppose it can count for something....with him being as your first time, no less. And how could you complain when he's being so gentle, patient to not hurt you, even though it was his wanted need that's put you here, he's patient to ease you first. If you didn't know any better then you could say that alone is making you fall for him more.....but you do.

You're not blaming yourself this time though.

And Nanami seemed to be patient, it truly looks like it, but believe that it has ran so thin ever since earlier. His needy cock that's being sucked so well by your cunt, only the tip and a few inch he's in and it's so much already but still not enough. What keeps the last thread of sanity that's holding his mind together is your glossy eyes, his hand that you keep on squeezing.....and your trust in him to keep his word. Because after all, he wouldn't want you to be scared again, run away from him and leave his need.

All the while your minds ran, Nanami was inching himself further little by little until he's halfway, relieving him some of his aching as your walls engulf him. "Mhmm, you're doing so good." Placid tone that he mumbles out lowly as he rocks his hips a bit. Another of your hand goes to where you're holding his, needing support from his girth that opens and continues to impale in you while you just let broken moans out.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart, we're almost there." You don't know how much more you can take by his mellow words, and you did your best to bear his heavy gaze while he was still going in. After for what it felt like for so long, Nanami finally found himself to the end of you, his pelvis directed so closely on your heat, his cock fully sheathed inside you, giving what he was deprived of for a while since he's taken a notice of you.

He sighs with closing his eyes as he turned up his head, basking in the warmth of your walls that spreads all over him, your little cries as a melody to his paradise. What a view it was, his chest that's seems to be constricted by the tight cloth clinging to his sweated flesh, curves of his muscles showing, that was rising up and down slowly by how deeply he was breathing--some pride manages to swell in you for it was you, well, rather your cunt that made him like that. But you can say the same with his cock that was impaling you.

Kneading your thigh, he looks at you, "See? You did so well, hmm?" You can only nod, tears falling to the side of your face. Any other time, you're sure you would have feel pathetic but no, he was anything but made you feel everything but it.

"I need to hear you speak, angel." Nanami spoke, his nod urging you on. You nod a bit frantically, licking your lips, "....Yes, yes...I'm okay," you say breathlessly.

Seeing how you are, that gives him grant to move again, he pulls back his hips, his length slowly following out and he sees how soaked it was, veins more visible. Then he goes in, slowly again, giving you time to still get used to him, seeing how your cunt was tightly pressing on his length, making him hissed with clenched teeth and jaw the second he was pulling out and your walls welcoming him in again.

"Mmhgh," you moan as he continues to slowly drive in you, unable to believe that it didn't hurt even once despite that he was so big and long, just filling you up completely and warmly; all because he made sure of it.

Nanami's slow pace began to turn steady, his hand still on your thigh but just gripping it now, "Talk to me, sweetheart," he says, and you wonder how is his voice still firm like that.

You try to bite off the shy away in speaking of what he was insisting to know, and of course, by his demeanor that never seemed to fail to work on you, you answered. "It's good.....so good...." you murmur, eyes fluttering but still you had a glimpse of his satisfied face--at this point, you have no energy left to protest to it, even just to yourself, because all of you was being outweighed by his pulsating cock in your heat as it slips in and out, every vein of his you feel it contract against your walls, his tip that only threatens to reach your deepest end. Only that and you already see your end to be so near. You know you're in some deep shit because he hasn't even begun yet.

He kept moving his pace, still not letting up to his want that tempts him to drill his cock into you without remorse or whatsoever. Rather, he continues to put you first and it's not even so hard anyway, because he knows even without penetration yet, you're not so far to cumming again. "You're almost there, hmm?" Nanami urged as he eyes your cunt that was leaking of white drops already before he looks at your strained face. Only a few more then it'll finally pay off.

"Hnggh..yes..yes.." You let out a whiney voice as your tears don't stop falling. With the sounds of your liquids squelching, feeling how your cunt continues to leak, his cock plunging in, his hand that never stopped caressing your flesh and your hold on him he as well hold, you had your release. "Shit-" you choked, uncontrollably bucking up your hips and clenched thighs on him so hard that your walls did as well, which made Nanami's breath hitched--"Shit." The sudden action, choking his own member, shockwaves through his nerves.

Both of you lost in the euphoria, though Nanami had to ground himself because at the moment it was all about you, as much as he was damn grateful for what you unconsciously did, he needed to help you ride your end, and to see you at it, made it all worthwhile; as you keep grinding to him while he feels your creamy slick coats his cock that he continues to rut in you gently, ( you both no doubt that his own was mixing with yours the moment he went in you ) your nails drilling on his knuckle, he only dismissed the little spots of blood that shows, and just watched on how you were shaking, listening to your sounds that you keep on breaking as you knew you can't be too loud.

"Ha....fuck," you dragged too breathy, your hold on him weakening, vision just black spots, slowly coming down from your high bliss, still you feel your cunt fluttering even when both of your movements has ceased. Nanami takes his hand from you gently, needing to flex it as it was slightly hurting before coming it up to your neck, his strained fingers reaching until to your chin, "Angel, stay with me," he murmurs, fingertips faintly rubbing your skin, making your dizzy eyes open to peer at him.

You hum, weakly nodding to his touch, too out of it to pay mind to it. "Are you okay for us to continue?" If you still have some hold of yourself or had the energy, you would have giggle or even laugh, maybe be even a little annoyed, roll your eyes--the literal situation amusing as he was still in you, of you just down from your release, and he's still asking if it's alright to continue. But whatever is left in you, how he was being, you can't deny what you somehow feel in your heart.

Managing and choosing to let your lips curve a little, "...Yes...I'm okay...please.." To Nanami's ear, you plead. And as said before, he may be a bastard but not cruel to not give what you were asking for.

So finally, fucking finally--he has himself moving through you the way he was craving for. His pace began slow and steady again, both of his palms laid flat on your sides on the desk, gripping down strongly on the wood to gain momentum in his thrust. Leaving you to hold on his wrists, your muscles pulling as your arms were only just long enough to reach for him, the grip just adding to it.

Your hold was the only thing that was keeping you from breaking, knowing what you were feeling right now will only just get worse; knowing what's only left is him speeding up and fill you up to no end.

Of course, that's what he does. Babbles of his title, curses, incoherent sounds out from you while he only lets out guttural groans and low rumming hums that vibrates through you, along with skins slapping against each other...and the table creaking strongly.

With the time you had that was much past far already and charting the dangerous remaining time you have now. You both know that one round is all you have, Nanami is fine with that, more than it because he'll fucking make the most of it.

....And because of that, you know you have to keep the burning knot that's already building up inside you or longer than you can to make it all the damn better. Which is what you do, by digging your nails on his skin once again...limbs clenching so mightily against him to give you strength with keeping it in. To give back what he gave you, is what's in your mind--pathetic as that sounds, you want to keep it.

Nanami sees through you sees through your teary eyes that still somehow gets lost in your head while he was fucking you. Adorable, again is what he thinks but no amusement just intrigue, again. He lets it stay this time, be it a heat of the moment so as you've said before, part of him knows that it's not.

Then he surprises you when he slows down, the curling fire in you follows down not too soon, making you blink your tears away too many times to look at him rightly to see if your senses were doubting you, but because you see his waiting eyes that's painted calmy....satisfyingly, your face furrowed before you scoffed disbelievingly, ''Bastard," of course, like you've guessed, he'd savor it well and that's how he does it; by warming his damn cock inside you, even in the midst of fucking you, he just has to stop and bask in your heat, beating against each other. But is he right for doing that because it is fucking good.

"Believe me, I know, sweetheart," he now admits. That makes you raise your brows and smirked, teeth showing, but before you could relish your amusement, he went back to it again. Cursing at him and that only urge him on.

Only by a few thrusts he started again, that knot in you easily builds just as easy how it went away, making you remember to hold on and you bear it as you feel he's not so far now.

Fast and deep is how he hits you, his cock twitching every time he finds your end, hips rising slightly each time that happens making his knot overflow and by that, he knows he's close. So he made his pace even more faster, because of it; it feels like he's ramming into you deeply now despite that he really not anymore because of his speed.

Out of his control that his pace had become uneven, hips stuttering and he's cursing and hissing now. "Speak, sweetheart." Hastily he lets out, tightening up all of him before he hears your answer. "Inside," you breathe brokenly and that cracks his damn easily just as yours. His bottom stilled against in you and you raise your hips to meet his final thrust that makes all of him spill in your gushing cunt.

"Fuck," Nanami swore as he continues to let out his cum, his cock beating still strongly as if it's his own heart, gently rutting in you to ease you both, your cleched state beginning to move again, stirring the heat further more, finding your vision back. "Fucking hell." You curse, so fucking overwhelmed; trembling limbs and flinching all the while, not letting up your death grip on his wrist. Nanami doesn't even feel that but just your cunt that still sucks him in, trapped in his own doing as your eyes were locked together while staying high.

Aching and trembling muscles as the man helps you sit up gently. Feeling all the soreness come down. You just sit there with closed eyes as Nanami fixes himself up and you're surprised when you felt a hand on your face, he doesn't say anything but just brushes your hair out of the way and dab his handkerchief gently on your soaked skin, a few tissues as well. After that, he fixes your shirt, all that until you're fully woken up, able to grasp what he was doing, but despite you're quite taken aback, you don't say anything, well not like you could anyway by how your throat was burning--and of fucking course, he's standing again in front of you with a water bottle.

Shaking arm, you drank it all. He then carries you bridal style, knowing you're sore and because of the mess down front of the desk. "Can you stand?" He asks, still carrying you, looking at you're limp head on his chest. "I'll try," you weakly answer and he lets you, but still his arms are around you and glad you were because your legs gave out immediately. You laughed weakly, holding onto him, Nanami doesn't show anything but his neutral face and just held you up. Making you hold onto him properly as he fixed the rest of your clothes, including sliding your panty back up to you.

Presentable enough, enough to not let suspicions grow. "Are you able to walk by yourself or shall I go with you?"

You gape at him a little, almost finding him funny. "Suspicions is what we're avoiding,"

"I won't have you falling again."

Quite late for that.

You laughed, clutching your bag. "I'll be fine, I'll do my best."

He doesn't stop there. Is he dense with what he's doing?

"Will you be okay?" Though you know what he was implying, his hold on your cheek, how he's caressing your arm, is what reflects his concern.

Either he's real cruel to treat you like that when he knows what you feel for him or he's just truly kind and you're just far gone swayed, letting your heart cloud anything else.

"I will." You nod, squeezing his hand for the last time before going but not before asking to insist ith helping with the mess that he just dismissed, ever the gentleman.

Quite the day you both had.

Stolen glances, given gazes that dangerously stays when distances are clear. All of that.

All of that until you see each other and take and give what you can for as long as time can offer.

All of that until Nanami can't take anymore of your gazes that you hold with so much likeness for him, hell, it might be even more. It's getting in the way of what he only wants. You're getting in the way, because fuck, you're getting to him and that's not what he wants, no he doesn't want that, he doesn't want you and what you hold for him.

Well....at least that's what he keeps telling to himself....especially right now that he sees you speaking animately with your seatmate in his class, and it's been going on like that for a few days that it's got his attention, the said person listening to you intently and quite frankly if he's not wrong, he can see that they're eyeing you the way he has been, back then. Lust.

And what he doesn't do just told him that he's in deep shit; letting you converse with them even though class was about to start, rather than calling you out and see you frown because of him, it was his fault anyway that he came in late.

What the fuck did he just do?

Worried is what you are as you feel he's been strange, more than usual, you suppose. Worried that your charade that seemed to be going so well, especially for your own satisfaction of feeding to your desires not of needs that he only seeks but what you've made into much more than that--worried that it'll end soon. 

Speaking of that...you don't even bother to curtain it but just let it show, because come on, it's not like it was a problem, right? Surely he's not bothered by it because you do nothing but just look at him, speak to him in a way that no one has and until now, can. Surely he's not affected by it, no?

....It was then you concluded, rather reach that at this point, he has been. Some hope you were right.

You weren't worried anymore that your charade will end.

With the little courage you have, it was enough to drive you greatly.

And it's what Nanami has dreaded when you're now face to face alone in his classroom once again. He's unsure of what he's dreading, to be honest, just that dread is keeping him on his toes.

He eyes his shoes as his waist was leaning back against his desk, he doesn't want to look at you, afraid to see how you're gazing at him, what you hold in them, afraid that he's afraid, afraid he'll mirror your gaze.

But when you call his name, half of it gone away. "Kento," you call, tipping your head down gently. There he looks at you, breathing deeply. The man doesn't speak but just stares at you, however you're not flustered by it this time as you see nothing was behind them anymore but just him.

Your drive takes over, with pursed lips you smile before speaking, "Do you want this?"

For the first time, you see him smile, losing his composure as he puts a hand on his face, a laugh breaking. You were much right about your heart skipping a beat when you see his smile.

He's truly lost and knows there's no running from it. No sense in doing so. A bastard he is or maybe even cruel, but never a coward. Nanami reaches out for your hands and you give it to him. "Yes."

You only smile, stepping closer to him as he opened his legs and leaned your foreheads together. Closed eyes, he whispers, "Forgive me."

"I know,"

"Allow me to start over."

"As you wish."

A new agreement came to light driven by only the truth and sealed by a kiss.

Which was interrupted by none other than the two esteemed professors besides Nanami; Gojo and Geto. Opening the door with a key in Geto's hand, the two entering in so smugly with Gojo laying out his hand to Geto.

"I told you so. Pay up."

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Babe I LOVE your writing, and if your comfortable, Can you please write a little blurb about the reader digging her nails in Patrick's back,

im trying to think if he would like that he could make you feel good like this or hate it because your marking his beautiful skin.

Do you think he would push your hand off his back and tell you to take it or what???

Toxic

◥ PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

◥ SUMMARY: Everyone knows that Patrick Bateman is such a toxic guy, his blood is like a deadly poison. Once you taste it, you are lost.

◥ CONTAINS: oral (f), p in v, creampie, Patrick is in predator mode, pretty aggressive foreplay and some more :)

◥ WORDCOUNT: 1.6k

◥ SONG REC: Britney Spears - Toxic

◥ A/N: Britney's song suddenly inspired me so much that I couldn't stop myself from writing it, thank you sm for your request, I hope you like it! 🖤

◥ LINKS: [MASTERLIST] 🪓

You and Patrick were in the middle of a really serious fight, and the fact that you were stuck in his vacation house in Hampton was more than worrisome.

"I don't know why you're still trying to argue with me," Bateman blurted out, strolling around the large modern kitchen wearing nothing but tight gray pants. "You looked great yesterday."

"'Great'?" You almost choked on the air, crossing your arms over your chest. "So, in your opinion, looking great means looking like everyone else? Skimpy dresses, extremely high heels, red lipstick, stockings. Oh my God, Patrick! Why can't you just accept me for who I am?"

Patrick hummed and poured himself a glass of fresh orange juice, then took a quick sip; a small drop of liquid ran down his massive chest. "What do you mean?"

He seemed to be joking or mocking you on purpose, because your slightly irritated face only amused him.

"Stop trying to change me and -"

"Wait a second, honey," he cut you off pretty harshly, and in addiction, Bateman raised a finger in a warning gesture. "I can do whatever I want, you know why? Because I'm so fucking rich!"

"You don't own me, idiot!" You bellowed, instinctively closing the distance between the two of you. He did the same. "And I don't care about your money … you're so selfish and narcissistic that it's completely messed up your mind and you can't see anything good in people!"

You stood almost face to face, your lungs burning from your rapid breathing, while Bateman looked so calm and cold-blooded.

"You don't care about my money, but you always accepted all the gifts I gave you. How hilarious!" he almost spat the words right in your face, staring at you arrogantly until the vein under his eye became too noticeable. "If there's something you don't like - nobody's keeping you here. But since I'm very kind today, I'll give you a chance to apologize for this little accident."

Who knew what was in his head when he leaned down to kiss you, but he would surely regret it as you bit his lower lip hard, tasting his poisoned blood on the tip of your tongue.

"You fucking bitch!" He yelled, trying to catch you, but he was too slow from the aftershock of your action, so you managed to run away.

Scared, you rushed upstairs to the bedroom because you couldn't leave the house wearing just your underwear and his white shirt. God, your skin was literally burning from the expensive fabric of his shirt, so as soon as you got there, you took it off, forgetting to close the door. But to be fair, it was a pretty useless waste of time - he would open it or just break it, depending on how angry he was.

Panting nervously, you dashed to the bed and started to pick up your clothes when you heard his loud footsteps behind you. Time stopped for you as Patrick grabbed you roughly and pushed you onto the bed.

"No! N-no!" You struggled to slip away and climb further onto the bed, but he caught your ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed with ease.

As soon as he rolled you onto your back, he grasped your neck and squeezed it painfully, pushing almost all the oxygen out of your chest. In response, you tried to claw at his hands, fighting back as hard as you could.

God, you thought you were going to die.

"What's wrong, honey? Not so brave anymore?" He nagged from above, settling down on the bed to press you even harder.

With a devilish grin, Bateman shook you several times, just to hear your miserable whimpering as he enjoyed the way you kept trying to push him off.

"E-enough, please." You trembled as you felt your strength running out.

"Jesus Christ, you're so pathetic and silly," he suddenly let you go, and you fell onto your back, breathing heavily. "What were you even thinking?"

It was definitely a rhetorical question, because the next moment Bateman was already pulling down your lace panties while you took a second to recover and continue struggling.

"Patrick, let me go! I don't want-mmm ..." You stammered as he dragged you even closer to the edge of the bed.

"You better shut up … unless you want me to test you on how long you can hold your breath."

Patrick quickly brushed off the drop of blood that formed at the corner of his lips before reaching down to spread your thighs and giving your blushing clit several flat licks. You squirmed almost immediately, feeling yourself so sinful and yet so damn good.

"P-Patrick," even if it wasn't a moan, it was enough for him to keep attacking your delicious little pussy as he sucked on your lower lips, one by one, until they both swelled. "God, e-enough!"

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" he looked at you, his chin glistening with your sweet flavor. "You're so fucking soaked, why am I not even surprised?"

Frowning, you stared back at him and asked cheekily: "Shouldn't your lip hurt?"

"Oh, don't worry," Patrick smiled smugly and fixed his messy hair. "I'm ready to ignore any pain for this lascivious tight pussy."

Holy shit.

The wild lust you just saw in his eyes was terrifying and exciting at the same time. Seizing the moment of your reverie, Bateman forced you to lift your legs so he could sink his strong tongue further into your hot cunt. And this time you couldn't keep a loud moan from escaping your tense chest as the pleasure coursed through your body like electricity.

And then, Bateman stopped unexpectedly, causing you to sigh in slight disappointment, but then you were very vocal all over again, especially when his red, leaking tip was poking at your dripping opening.

Patrick thrust into you so roughly, climbing on top of your tiny body, almost tearing you apart from the inside, and of course he did it on purpose as he reveled in all the pitiful reactions you were making.

"No way, girl," he pushed on your wide open hips, pinning you almost flat against the bed, pounding into you with shameless flesh-meeting-flesh sounds."Stop whining, I was kind hearted enough."

Oh God, his hips — they seemed to be made of steel, they were so rock hard, so strong; every push you felt with your whole body, with your every little pitch.

"Argh, fuck, you feel so good, baby… so tight and hot." He groaned, picking up the pace; his thick dick hitting your belly mercilessly.

Bateman seemed to be really crazy as he lowered down to your face once again, without any fear of getting a bite, and for a second you had the illusion that he was waiting for it, and that drove you really wild.

To his surprise, you moved towards him to take his bruised lip in your warm mouth to suck on his wound. It definitely itched, but Patrick just hissed through your passionate kiss as you both tried to take the lead, greedily devouring each other as if it was some kind of competition. Meanwhile, your trembling arms ran down his broad back, squeezing his strong muscles from time to time. The more you tugged on his lower lip, the more relentlessly he fucked you into the bed, pressing you down and holding you there with his huge, muscled body.

"Mmm, P-Patrick, aaaahh!" You moaned lustfully, feeling the salty taste of his blood on your lips.

Huffing, you cupped his tight ass with one hand while another was busy clawing at his soft skin. Inch by inch, your sharp nails dug deeper and deeper, leaving red lines across his back.

In reply, Bateman only began to fuck you harder, almost shifting into a mating press position, but that was still not enough for you. Slowly, you slid your hand from his butt up to his loin, sinking your nails into his skin again and again, leaving more and more scratches. His low, sexy groans almost made you fall apart right here right now, but you continued to paint red lines all over his body, using his skin as your canvas.

"Ahh, (Y/N) … you're mine to tame," he snarled and began to squat down, creasing you beneath him and burying his beefy girth as deep as he could. "Mmmh, did you already take your birth control pills?"

Both of you were breathing so heavily that the air around you seemed to be hotter than lava.

"Awww, y-yes … YES! I did," you looked into his dark eyes, full of savage passion. "Patrick…Patrick!"

Damn, his cock was so huge, you could feel every vein on it throbbing in ecstasy as he was so close to reaching his high. Instinctively, you lifted your legs higher, opening them even wider. The level of penetration was overwhelming, with each thrust he made, the mixture of your juices poured down on your heated bodies with a slick, obscene sound.

Growling gutturally, Patrick rammed into you several more times before you felt his grip on you tighten as he unloaded his warm seed inside your sore womb and that feeling, along with the way you played with your oversensitive little bud, left you no choice but to fall over the edge as you climaxed with a loud, long-drawn moan, shaking so vigorously in his arms that you almost hit your forehead against his as he bent down to kiss your temple, admiring the way you were sinking into the ocean of pure pleasure.

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