#annoying that i get so needy and whiny girl shut up

[bee-boppin]

sniff sniff I'm very pathetic right now please feel bad for me

#annoying that i get so needy and whiny girl shut up #sniff sniff why can't my gf be here now right now #bhel bops

[dixonsdolls]

CLOSER | DARYL DIXON

SYNOPSIS ❥ On the road, you can’t seem to focus on anything other than wanting Daryl to fuck you senseless. Because he’s such a good boyfriend, you get what you want.

Pairing ❥ Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Content warnings ❥ 18+ content (MDNI), porn without plot, creampie, unprotected p in v, oral (daryl receiving!), dirty talk, car sex, basically reader being feral (like we all are)

Word Count ❥ 2.3k

A/N ❥ hi my loves!! long time no see, i know </3 been busy with stuff irl but i wanted to get this piece out for you all as a thank you for hitting 100 followers! it means the world to me <3 hope y’all enjoy this, im squeezing my legs as we speak bc whew. and also, the picture is purely there to generate imagery, there are no descriptions of the reader! xoxo, sammy

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“You let me violate you

You let me desecrate you

You let me penetrate you

You let me complicate you

…

I wanna fuck you like an animal

I wanna feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal”

Closer by Nine Inch Nails

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“What?”

His gruff voice spooked you from your lustful haze, where you’d been glancing over at Daryl every couple seconds. You shook your head in a fruitless attempt to clear your sinful thoughts, before meeting his eyes.

“Hmm?” You spoke softly, it was all you could do in your state. Oh, how you wanted him to pull over and let you have your way with him.

“Been starin’ at me since we got in the car. Do I got somethin’ on my face or what?” Daryl sounded annoyed, but you knew him better to just be deeply confused by your actions. You couldn’t exactly blame him, it’d been over twenty minutes and you’d barely spoken since you both had left for a supply run.

But you couldn’t help it. With your panties soaked, slit slippery and clit throbbing in neglect, you were desperately trying to act normal.

Clearly, you’d failed.

It was Daryl’s fault; you’d been fine until you saw him leant against a porch pillar, lighting up a cigarette. You couldn’t explain it because you’d seen him smoke before, but something about the way he looked then had your thighs squeezing, breath catching.

He was busy talking to Rick, blowing smoke as he spoke intently. His arms were bulging, muscles on full display as they moved to further prove his words. The vest did nothing to offer cover and with his pretty lips wrapped around the cigarette, you felt faint. His brown locks were shaggy, covering his eyes in a way that made you wanna tug them as you kissed.

Simply put, you’d wanted him to ruin you.

“No, baby. Jus’ look pretty today is all.” You sighed, now staring at him shamelessly as you leant against the car door to have him in your full view.

“Pretty?!” Daryl scoffed, affronted at the very suggestion. Even so, his ears heated up and his cheeks tinged the slightest shade of pink. “Can’ say I've heard that one before.”

“You are,” You promised, voice filled to the brim with adoration for him because yeah, your archer was fuckin’ pretty and deserved to be told. “Look super handsome today.”

“Shut up.” His gruff voice sounded, rolling his eyes at you as you’d made him flush again.

“I’m serious! Got me all flustered, ever since this mornin’!” You huffed, voice whiny and light, throwing your head back against the window for relief on your heated skin.

With your admission, he averted his gaze from the road to you, silently groaning at your blown out pupils, the pink flush dancing across your cheeks and down your chest.

Jesus, you were serious. How the fuck was he supposed to continue on driving when he had his girl next to him, needy for him?

“Fuck.” He spoke, noting that you had now taken your seatbelt off and were shuffling closer to him. “What’re you doin?”

You’d opted to take an old pickup truck and there wasn’t any middle console, just a continuation of the bench. For what you had in mind, you silently thanked whoever came up with that design.

“Pull over, Daryl.” With a breathy voice, you pressed a wet kiss onto his neck. Hearing a hitch in his breath, you licked up his neck until you reached his scruffy cheek, moaning as you did so. “Please, need you so bad.”

The car jerked suddenly as you palmed his strong thigh, teeth nibbling on his earlobe. He felt himself harden in his pants at the feel of your dainty hands touching him, of your plushy lips soothing the sting your teeth had left behind.

“Can’t, sunshine. It’s not safe to be sittin’ in the road bein’ distracted.” He spoke with regret, especially as your hand palmed his dick over the material. He wanted you safe though, and he wasn’t lying when he thought it was dangerous to pull over in the middle of nowhere. “Just wait til we get— fuck.”

His words muddled into a string of curses, car wobbling again as you’d released him before pulling his cock from his pants, zipper undone.

“Wanna suck you off.”

And shit, with the way you were looking at him, with the way you wet your lips as you looked at his dick, he wanted to stuff your mouth full.

“Dammit, you’re such a fuckin’ brat.” You bent down, level with his crotch as you gawked at his exposed dick, precum now bubbling at the tip.

You licked your lips at the sight of white, pearly beads and before he could process it, his engorged tip was in the warm confines of your mouth, suckling soft and slow.

“Cant ever behave, can you? Jesus, baby.” He looked down at you, grunting as your eyes met his just as you swirled your tongue over him, dipping into his drippy slit. You hummed at the salty flavor of him, giving a few more sucks to his tip, before releasing it with a ‘pop’, a string of saliva connecting your puffy lips to him.

You’d only stopped because you noticed he’d let off the gas, the car barely even moving down the deserted street.

“Drive.” You demanded, gripping his base and jerking at a teasingly slow pace, eyes piercing his pretty blue ones. You leaned in to his face, licking his bottom lip before sucking the soft skin into your mouth. Daryl was so unbelievably turned on from your behavior that your voice barely registered. You released his lip, planting a wet kiss onto him before looking at him again. “Drive the car, or I’m stopping. It’s not safe to stop, remember?”

And from the snarl that appeared on his spit-slick mouth, you knew you’d pay for saying that.

“Nah, I can’t focus when your mouth is o—“

“Drive.”

Your command surged him into action, partially because your bratty attitude was making him throb and partially because he needed his dick down your throat, now.

The engine roared as he pressed down on the gas. Then, he gripped your hair tightly, scalp tingling as he made you look at him.

“Suck.” When you made no move, because you’d been too fucking entranced by how hot Daryl was, especially as he yanked your hair roughly, he grunted. “Now, your pissin’ me off with your little fuckin’ angel eyes.”

His words, along with his grip on your hair, had you parting your lips and sucking him down.

The car was filled with the filthy noises your mouth made as you switched between licking him from base to tip and then wrapping swollen lips around him. His taste was overwhelming your senses and your cunt ached to be filled. The rumble of the car kept jiggling your body and you gagged around him as you slid lower onto him.

Tears pooled your lash line but instead of letting up, you bobbed your head up and down to hear more of his groans. The only time Daryl was truly vocal was when you sucked him off and shit, if it didn’t make you wet.

You snuck a hand around to pet your pussy, the throb becoming too much to ignore, when Daryl suddenly pulled you off him. And the sight of you had him bucking into the air; a mix of spit and his precum coated your lips, your eyes wet from crying on his cock, hair messy around your face.

You looked so pretty like this, all cock-drunk.

“Don’t get to touch yourself, not with your fuckin’ attitude.” His tone was so gravely, so assertive that instead of being annoyed, you whimpered. “Now, get your pants off and c’mere.”

It was only then you’d noticed that he’d stopped the car, trees surrounded the vehicle as nothing was in sight for miles.

Your demanding act was far gone; you needed Daryl inside you.

Without another thought, you clambered from your kneeling spot and wiggled out of your pants as best as you could, though your movements were jittery as Daryl watched you the entire time, eyes nearly black with need.

Finally free, you swung yourself onto his lap and moaned loudly; his cock, hard and still coated in your spit, rubbed at your thinly covered cunt as you sat atop him. The buckle of his pants was cold and you jolted as its coolness hit your puffy clit.

“Fuck, Daryl.” You gripped his long strands, yanking as you humped him. The sight of you all whiny and pathetic for him made him grunt lowly before catching your parted lips in a kiss. “Mmph.”

Immediately, the kiss was obscene. Daryl rubbed his tongue with yours, swallowing your whines as the muscles danced with one another. Spit was pooling at the corner of your mouth and as he pulled away, a string of saliva connected you both.

Breathing heavily, Daryl reached between you both and pulled your underwear to the side, swearing as he did so.

“So fuckin’ wet, honey. All this for me?” His eyes flickered across your face as you stared back, lust drenching your features as you huffed.

“All for you,” you gasped, lips bumping his and fingers pulling his hair. His fingers found your entrance, marveling at how fucking soaked you were. Daryl leaned into you, capturing your mouth with his as you whimpered into him as he shoved two fingers in at once.

For a bit, thats all it was and it was a fucking sight. You, clinging to Daryl as you greedily kissed him, moans spilling from you as his fingers filled you. Him, fucking you with one hand whilst the other gripped your ass harshly, pulling the flesh as he rocked you against his fingers inside you.

You would’ve come like that, if he hadn’t then removed them just as your orgasm tickled your gut.

“What the fu—“ you were cut off by Daryl as he shoved his fingers, the ones that were just inside you and therefore covered in slick, inside your parted mouth.

“Shh, thats it.” He marveled as you sucked and cleaned his fingers like the good girl he knew you were.

Pulling them from your lips, he dragged the wetness across your cheek before crashing his lips to yours. You both made noises because the musky and sweetness of you lingered on your tongue. With your taste coating his tastebuds, he snapped.

Daryl parted from you before one hand gripped you and the other grabbed his cock, moving until you were sinking down onto him.

Your cries mingled with his groans; your tight, wet heat sucked him down and finally, he was inside you and filling you up, just like you’d wanted.

“Fuck, Daryl.” You whined, hips swiveling to get used to his size. You were torn between the relief of being filled to the brim and the discomfort because of how big he was.

“This what you wanted, huh? Just so fuckin’ needy you had to stop us in the fuckin’ road?” He grunted, a calloused hand coming to grip your throat, the tightness steadying you. “My filthy girl.”

Then, he thrusted up into you and the sound you made was like a symphony of music to his ears. Spurred on, he kept thrusting into your pussy, groaning at the wet, slippery sounds filling the car. You were so overwhelmed with pleasure and the feel of him that you just clung to him, rolling your hips and humping your clit against him as you took each thrust he gave you.

Though, one particular move was so fucking deep it had you mewl, fingernails digging into the soft skin of Daryl’s neck.

“Daryl,” you gasped, euphoria pumping through every crevice of your body. The buckle of his belt was now slick as your clit continued to hump. “So big— uh, uh— so big.”

His hand gripped your throat firmly, fastening his pace as helped you move with him by lifting your ass in tandem with his hips.

You were a mess; blubbering nonsense to him as your cunt repeatedly clenched down on him as you grew closer to your peak. Daryl was so high on you, your pretty sounds, and suddenly, he needed to see more of your skin.

He removed his grip from your ass to yank your shirt up and he let out a grunt as he saw your absence of a bra. Then, without any other preamble, his lips wrapped around a peaked nipple, sucking wetly.

The mix of his mouth making out with your chest and his cock filling you up at such a haste pace had you crying out, tears spilling down your cheeks as you shuddered on his lap.

Your orgasm had triggered his own; the feel of your sopping pussy squeezing him and your cry of pleasure sent him over the edge.

His moans were animalistic as he filled you to the brim, thrusts losing their rhythm as he pumped his spend into you.

“Daryl—“ you whispered, suddenly exhausted and wanting him closer to you, despite your limbs being intertwined with one another tightly. “Baby.”

“Such a good girl,” he spoke into your neck, making no move to remove his softening cock from you. Even if he did try, you wouldn’t let him. The crazed feeling you’d felt was finally soothed, his cock inside you released relief throughout your body.

Daryl brought a finger between your thighs and his cock twitched inside you as he collected both your orgasms. “Open.”

Because you’d do anything he told you, you wordlessly opened your mouth and moaned as he stuck come covered fingers between your lips. He watched you as you sucked his fingers clean, eyes hooded with tiredness.

“C’mon, gotta get home.” He patted your waist, adoration swirling in his chest as you made no move to return to your seat. In fact, you just scooted closer until your nose grazed his sweaty neck.

“Thought we needed to get stuff.”

“Nah, we’ll just say we couldn’ find anythin’” Daryl brought a hand to your hair, gently brushing your head as you pressed kisses to his collarbone.

You both stayed connected for awhile; maybe two minutes, maybe two hours. Being close with Daryl was exactly what you’d needed to feel a little less feral.

Though, as you both finally rolled through the gates with messy hair and flushed faces, everyone looked at you both knowingly.

#daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion x reader #daryl x y/n #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion imagine #daryl imagines #the walking dead #daryl x reader #norman reedus #daryl dixon

[ilwonuu]

i can’t wait

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yang jeongin

𖡎 pairing- established relationship, meandom!jeongin x sub!reader, boyfriend!innie x fem!reader, bestie skz

𖡎 synopsis- your boyfriend really can’t wait to touch you until you get home. i guess he’ll have to make do of your best friends bathroom!!

𖡎 warnings- quickie, needy jeongin, unprotected sex(guys,,,) creampie lmfaoo, dirty talk, spit,,,(only once), mean jeongin but he’s nice at the end<3, kissing, reader wears a skirt, the members hear,,,lmk what else!!!

𖡎 a/n- meandom!jeongin is back and i am SAT!!!! i love writing for him guys,,,lmk what u thottt

the movie is too boring for jeongin. he doesn’t care about the stupid horror movie that han and changbin are screaming over. the clinging you have to him is unbearable. you squeeze him or squirm in his arms anytime something even a little bit scary is on the screen. everyone seems so focused around him. he just wants your attention to be brought back to him. he’s annoyed by felix and chan chatting over the movie quietly at he watches you and hyunjin look at each other in fear.

he has to do something about his thoughts. his very apparent erection starting to hurt in his sweatpants. he knows how to get your attention. he rubs your side as he pulls you to him. “baby can you come with me to the bathroom?” he whispers into your ear with an innocent smile. he looks at the loose skirt you have on as he licks his lips a little. “innie- you can’t wait until we get home? the movie is almost over.” you whisper back with a pout. “babyy i’ve been trying. you’re killing me.” he expression is so cute but you see right through it. you don’t care though, you always give in to him.

“okay we have to be quick though.” you and jeongin go to the bathroom shortly after each other as if they won’t notice. jeongin locks the door behind you two quickly as he immediately pushes your skirt up. “you have to stop wearing this fucking skirt. i swear you do it on purpose.” he tugs your panties down your thighs as you watch him. your voice is already whiny as he handles you roughly. “sit on the counter and open your legs.” he orders you with a smile as he smacks your ass. you let out a yelp quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

“don’t be loud baby.” he whispers to you as you sit on the counter, opening your legs. “want me to fuck you? let me hear your dirty mouth say it. go on baby.” he smirks at you with a mocking expression. you feel embarrassed as he looks directly at you cunt on display for him. “i want you to fuck me innie- soo bad.” you squeeze your thighs together as you watch him pull his sweatpants string loose. his sweatpants fall down his waist as he pushes his boxers down after.

“open your mouth. good girl.” he sticks his thumb in your mouth as he spits slightly in your mouth. “swallow baby.” he smiles as he watches you swallow sending him a smile. “my dirty girl. open these legs wider baby.” he bunches your skirt up higher against your stomach as he lines up with you. he wraps a hand around your throat applying just the perfect amount of pressure as he pushes in.

“you got to be quiet or i won’t be nice k?” he uses his other hand to hold your waist to move as he starts thrusting slowly. “fuck- how could i fucking wait for this?” he pants lowly in your ear as he looks at you. his grip on your throat getting tighter when you start to get loud. “what did i say?” he asks you sweetly planting a kiss to your cheek. “i- i know it ju-just feels so good.” your eyes roll back as he just smirks at you.

“i know baby i know.” his voice his mocking you as he speeds up his hips. the sound of skin slapping getting louder. “innie- slow down-“ he shakes his head. “shut up and take it okay?” you get wetter at his words. you love the difference between jeongin around your friends vs. him in intimate moments. he kisses your lips gently as his hips continue to drill into you. you pant into the kiss as he does the same. you hearing screaming from one of the boys through the outside of the door.

he groans into your neck as you bring your hands into his shirt. you rub your hands up and down his chest making him grip your neck looking into your eyes again. “i’m gonna cum- fuck.” you start to rock your hips with his as you get closer. his pants are heavy as you clench around him. “you’re such a good girl aren’t you? letting me use you when i like.” his gaze his dark as you nod.

“i’m coming innie- oh my god-“ you moan loudly as you clench around him again. you cum all over his dick and the counter. he kisses you again thrusting inside you a couple more times. he comes deep inside you with a loud groan as he fucks you slowly. he whispers soft praises of how pretty you are and how much he loves you. “here let me clean you.” he smiles at you as he gives your lips a peck. he cleans you up gently after helping off the counter. you pull your panties back up, fixing your skirt.

“you look pretty as ever don’t you worry.” he smiles pulling your waist to him as he kisses you. you kiss him back slowly as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. he smiles into the kiss before pulling away. “okay we have to stop or we’ll have to come back in here.” he laughs as you rolls your eyes. you open the door leading you two back to the living room. “have fun?” chan says with a smirk as he pauses the movie.

“we thought it would be nice to pause the movie but we quickly regretted it.” han says with a laugh. “disgusting.” minho looks at you guys with a smile.

“okay shut up continue the movie!” you roll your eyes at them. “okayyy-“ hyunjin says wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you. your boyfriend doesn’t care about them hearing. he just pulls you close to him again with a smile.

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[fxshigurosbae]

THE FRISKY GIRL . . .

you’ve been a pretty bad girl.

⋆.ೃ࿔* gojo satoru (31) + toji fushiguro (38) + megumi fushiguro (19) x f!reader (19)

✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — pseudo!incest, stepdad!au, stepbro!au, multiple orgasms, overstim, daddy kink, size kink, riding, creampie, barebacking, degradation, dacryphilia, manhandling, spanking, impact play, discipline kink, cum-play, orgasm control, brat taming, dumbification, innocence play, pet names, sound restraint, fingering, aftercare, praise, masturbation, strong language.

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How well you fucked him, jumping on the base of his cock like a horny bunny. Staring at the blue-eyed man, snowy hair smirking at your arousal, the same energy that convinced him to be now laid down in your own bed, and have you above him completely devouring his cock with your pussy. Satoru was the type of man you’d always wanted to have some fun with — and you knew he was just a man whore — so your seductiveness was enough to grab some of him. Your step-brother, Megumi’s college teacher — plus your step-father, Toji’s close friend — who would have thought, what a frisky girl, no decency at all.

Tits bouncing, waist being guided up and down by huge hands, moans and whines from both of you echoing around the room and the supposed-to-be empty house — since Toji and Megumi were out, and your mother, working as always — and that makes you needy. What else better than having your hips engulfing Gojo-san’s thick and awesome cock in a wavy movement, at 4pm on a Saturday evening?

“Oh, f-fuck, Gojo-sensei!” Even if not being your teacher, it was arousing for him to hear those words come out from your mouth — he also always wanted to fuck his best friend’s sexy step-daughter, every time he visited your house and saw you doing your college projects in your computer or baking some cookies in the kitchen, wearing such tight outfits, you were nineteen after all, who would not want a youthful woman to enjoy all by himself? That heating feeling, arching back, toes curling, walls clenching, sloppy pace and eyes half-open.

“What is going on here?” Your head instantly turned to the side, movements stopping as you were just about to cum real good. Noticing no one but your step-brother, Megumi leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed, and what a raging expression in his face.

“Gumi-chan, what a surpris—

“Get out.” Megumi interrupted the white-haired man, as he did not dare to shift his gaze from your eyes, and how you were pissed off. You got up and covered yourself with the sheets, annoyed while Gojo pulled his pants up, grabbing his shirt and rushing out the house with a smirk on his face.

“Nice to see you, Gumi-chan!” A loud teasing yell coming from the hallway, ignored by him.

“My teacher? Are you kidding?”

“What’s the matter, Megumi? Can’t I fuck anyone… other than you?” Oh, you knew how to drive him insane.

“Shut up, Y/N, we leave the house for just a few hours and you’re under the pants of a man, and my fucking college teacher even?”

“You don’t give me enough attention, you just fuck me and forget I exist.”

“Stop being so whiny, you know that if Toji ever finds out that you—

“If I find out what?” As if things couldn’t get any better, there he stood behind Megumi with the same exact expression — if not more intimidating that the younger Fushiguro — on his face. Both of you quieted, your step-brother walking away from there, leaving just daddy talking to you. “You know, I wonder what Gojo was doing here at home. Was he tutoring you while I was away, Y/N?” Shivers down your spine, you knew what was about to go down — it frightened but it excited you so much — no words came out of your pouty mouth. “So ya won’t tell me? Guess we’ll get to have a talk, just the both of us, then.” Grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you upstairs as you saw Megumi sat on the living room with the tv on in a low volume, your heart felt like exploding out your chest.

Thrown in bed, like the whore you are. Toji stared at you with a numb expression and slapped your cheek with the palm of his hand, it burned so good. Your head thrown to the side and leaving a moan with a painful but lewd remark.

“Wanna be a slut so bad, even fuck that shitty bastard, huh?” The man whispered to you, biting your lower lip and holding back tears-- from both fear and arousal, you were dirty — “Daddy gotta give ya a good ol’ lesson, and fo’ Megumi to hear too. He’ll learn to be nicer to ya, ‘cause I won’t.” Pushing and turning you to lay down on your belly, Toji with those hands pulled your ass up, also pushing down your back to be flat on the mattress with one hand — and the other, you could hear the unbuckling of his belt — “Be loud, don’wan’ my little bitch to be so shy, needa hear if my punishing’ll have some effect.” A bright slap on the ass, your head buried onto the sheets, clenching your walls around nothing but the slight touch of his tip as you whined, Toji letting a smug smirk take care of his lips.

“M’sorry Toji!” Begging as another spank came across the upcoming-sensitive skin of your ass cheeks.

“Can’t hear ya, gotta be nice and louder.” Thrusting his cock inside your wet and shivering pussy, legs trembling at the sudden impact — not forgetting that they had abruptly interrupted your earlier orgasm — and you whined like a needy puppy, a needy slut for more of your step-daddy’s girthy cock, as he spanked the shit out of you. Burning skin, imprinted with his large palms, spreading those cheeks to see how well his dick filled your cunt — pounding every now and then, just to tease, after your body shook and jumped from each thrust that so easily found your spongy spot. Your skin clapping mixed along with the wet noises from your gushing pussy, your whiny echoing moans, the bed frame hitting the wall and the rough contact of his hand to your skin.

“D-daddy, please! M’sorry, sorry! T’much, t’much.” It did not work, even if that’s how you liked it, dizzy head, aching clit, erect nipples, rolling eyes and burning body — it was just too fucking much. Loudly yelling from pleasure and recalling his name, screaming at the top of your lungs mumbling words of lewdness and cries of begging.

“Don’tcha dare cum, if ya do. We’ll start over.”

Poor Megumi, downstairs, all alone and with an annoying ache between his legs. Trying so effortfully to take his mind out of the imagination of being in his father’s place, trying to remember formulas from his college class from yesterday but it failed miserably. His cock longed for the familiar warmth of your cunny around his dick, fucking his pretty step-sister late at night when Toji was out with your mother on work events or in the evening after coming back from college, but no. He had to despairingly hear you moan to Toji’s fucking and slapping your perky ass for probably the next hour, and the sounds were so loud even the tv on medium volume was not able to cover it, so why not lower it all down, he thought.

While drunk on his cock, words were not something comprehensible to you, and Toji loved that so fucking much. Spreading your legs even more when they were so close to laying flat on the bed, pushing your back even more to lift your ass to the air, mumbling and choking on your own whining on the sheet close to you.

“Cum, ya fucking whore.” He had some pity for seeing your legs shake so much, and because of how hard your grip around his cock was — it was making it difficult to move — so he granted permission for his well-trained slut to orgasm after some light dose of his punishment, it was a gift for being quite a good girl so far. Tiny stars, dizzy head, moaning mess and humming sounds, squirting just a tiny bit — which was not enough to satisfy Toji — while he fucked you into your orgasm, his stamina was not even close to ending. Overstimulating the shit out of you, your sore throat, jittering whines at each of his pounds and now often slaps every now and then, out of surprise. You cried and cried begging for more even if it hurt and ached, and burned, you begged for forgiveness — what a submissive pretty little thing. “G’nna cum in this pussy, m’pussy, get that?”

“Yes, yes d-daddy. Give it t’me, quickly!” Begging while dumb-fucked, clenching cunt, orgasming once more — shivering legs, curling toes — as daddy Toji fucked his cum into you, hitting your cervix with the tip, grunting so seductively and louder than earlier. A white ring on the base of his cock, dripping liquids on the sheets of his and your mother’s bedroom. But he did not stop, he would not stop until you were sore, hurting with pleasure, begging for more non-stop, ass pure flesh and thinking nothing but how much of a bad little girl you had acted earlier that day. And so, the same burden, stronger each time, building up again… and again… and again… until you were left there in bed to deal with your cunny exploding out of daddy’s warm sacred cum, numb legs — and horny just from imagining to be fucked like that again.

Late at night, laid in your cozy bed, it was quite a warm night and you were up awake recalling with hands in between your legs, restrained— and a guilty conscience — about your little punishment. Blushing cheeks, heated body, curling toes and arching back — sore legs, burning cunt with residue of his cum. It made your head turn to the door, after hearing it being slowly opened, pretending that you were asleep before there was a way to finding out you were not — the slight sound of the door being locked.

“I know you’re awake.” A whisper on your ear, a soothing voice, laying beside you.

“What are you doing here, Megumi?” Wrapping his arms around you, so close and comforting — still, you were a bit mad at him.

“Are you really going to treat me like that?” Holding onto your hips, bodies glued together. “I just wanted to be a good step-brother, to check on you.” It was all silent, his breath against your neck, the noticeable but not much of a difference of heights. “Don’t you know how mad I was? Hearing dad do that to you?” Even with his cheeks blushing and his shyness, Megumi’s hands slid inside your shorts and panties, finding his way into your wet folds. “Did you get wet just by thinking of him, while I’m here, Y/N?”

“M’sorry.” Circling your clit, you moaned a little. Having his unoccupied hand cover your mouth.

“Don’t be loud, don’t want him to argue with me. You know I’ll lose, and have to let him do whatever he wants with you.” Pushing his soft digits inside your hole, squeezing your legs together, holding onto his wrist, eyes rolling to the top of your head. Megumi knew your weak spots — not that Toji did not — but they just made you feel more loved and comforted than only pleasured and used. Muffling your cute whines was hard for him, curling his fingers to find your g-spot — which he did after just a few thrusts — and made you cum already, arch your back and your ass go in touch with the growing erect bulge on his pajama pants. “Fuck, don’t do that.” He breathlessly whispered in your ear. His pace was leisure but teasing, he knew what he was doing — after all those times, he would have learned eventually — fingering you into your orgasm, it made you wonder how your destroyed cunt was able to endure it, because you were not. Megumi had to be careful not to fuck his fingers into you so loudly and quickly, or else the intense wetness would blew you both out, and daddy Toji would be very mad. After all, he did not know his son fucked his little slutty princess — all the while, poor gumi knew he used you almost every day.

“Hate it when he fucks you all night long, while I have to listen to your pretty moans and do nothing.” Clenching around him, another orgasm getting so close into hitting you. His cock being stimulated by the tender touch of your ass moving slowly. His needy low whimper on your ear, as his wrist got so tired from moving as your thighs were about to tear his hands off.

“G’nna cum, Gumi.” Your moan muffled under his hand, breathing so heavily, chest rising up and down. His warm breath and slight pecks on your neck, cumming on his fingers for the second time — and probably thousandth time that day — toes cramping, back curling, legs squishing together, eyes closing, biting your lip, trying your absolute most to keep as quiet as possible — as he kept slowly stimulating you. Just pulling out after there were only spasms of your high, sucking and licking his fingers dry. Hugging you tight, rubbing your shoulders softly — and you noticed how hard he still was, rubbing yourself against him but Megumi didn’t do anything, you pitied and desired him but you were exhausted and his soft groans while you tried so hard to convince him to at least bury his cock inside you, all in vain — he left before you ended up falling asleep and having Toji wake up and see both of you in the same bed.

But do not worry, he did think of you before going to sleep, taking really good care of himself — imagining as if you were the one wrapped around him, just like you would actually be the next day… when Toji was not there to listen to your pretty moans, but you really wished he did, just to punish you later on.

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[fcknstar]

,, need you here "

harryosborn x fem!reader

a.n : hi uhm yes ill be posting more the next day since my hand have been itching.

warnings : nsfw MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

**lowercase intended**

it wasnt long till harry fucked himself so hard into obliviation. watching himself in the mirror twitching, harry had it coming. he saw the way you looked into his friends eyes, the way youd talk so angelic, the way youd hit his shoulder whenever hed tease you. of course it infuriated him when he realizes that its peter you are talking to. he couldnt help but imagine the things youd do with peter. 

harry didnt just want you, he needed you, but he hardly admits that. he felt the way his heart yearned for you, the way his dick yearned for you, how his dick wanted to fill you. and you, you in that darn filthy black dress you had on during tonights party made him feel more needy and whiny for you. he wanted to pull his heart out of his body and gift it to you if he could. show him his beating heart that gives him the chance to watch you, to be here breathing with you.

hurried knocks erupted from the other side of the door, releasing harry from his thoughts. 

"hey man, i really need to take a piss. " whoever it was from the other side clearly wanted a death wish. harry wasnt even able to cum peacefully and had to hold that uncomfortable feeling he felt in his stomach, with his dick twitching at such small contact. 

" yea, yea hold on. " harry quickly zipped up his pants, washing his hands and cleaning the counter for any remains he might have left. 

walking out of the bathroom, the guy from the other side rushed in and slammed the door shut. harry heard a content sigh, and started walking towards the homemade bar that the host made, wanting to drown the feeling in his shots.

there, he saw you and peter still talking. annoying, he thought. harry couldnt even get to talk to you, and here is peter, stealing harrys only shot to talk to you. peter just wanted to show harry who you liked more and harry wanted to kill peter so badly that hed serve peters head on a silver platter on your doorstep. 

" come on dude, tonights the party and shes going. go and talk to her - just like the way you talk to every girl you see. able to sweep her up with your charms. " peter had been trying to convince harry, hoping itd change his mind about the party. 

" okay, but will you be there, with me? i dont know. i just turn all fuzzy for her man. " harry hid his face in his hands, sighing as his options began closing in on him.

“ of course, id be there. now what do you plan on wearing? “ 

harry felt like shit, seeing his best friend go for the same girl he liked. i mean, who was harry to assume but it seemed liked it and it had destroyed him internally. it was like having your eye on a target anyone barely knew and telling someone about it, but the same person has its eye on it the same as you after entrusting him with a secret. 

walking up to you two, he saw how close your faces were, as if peter was going to tell you a dirty secret. placing his hand onto your shoulder, he had interrupted your conversation. peter now understanding what harry wanted, backed away and beckoned goodbye to you. 

“ hey harry, whats up? “ your voice was mellifluous . if he could, he would want to spend his whole lifetime just to listen to your voice. even if you were to be angry with him, he would do anything to listen to you, to please you.

“ i just want to see if you are alright? “ it sounded more like a question to himself. with you, he didnt know how to cleanly start a conversation, but with other girls, he just blurt out whatever he had on his mind. he was afraid that you would judge him, scared to lose his nonexistent chance with you. 

“ yea i was fine until you came..all jokes. “ you laughed. the number one rule of talking to you is that to prepare yourself for some sarcastic remarks, you thought were funny. maybe thats why he was afraid despite harry himself throwing sarcastic comments left and right. 

“ oh right.. you and peter..? “ the scene of your faces being close together really irks him knowing that you were breathing the same air peter was breathing. 

“ oh, we were just talking. he was telling me about something rather…private? “ private? what could be so private that you needed to bring your faces so close. jealousy bubbled in his stomach, not realizing that his jealousy  reflected on how easy angry hed get. you had nearly let out peters secret but covered it up quickly. 

“  private? whats so private that looked like you were going to kiss him? “ harry had let that slip out. harry hadnt noticed that you were quite sober, being able to down alcohol without getting drunk immediately. sensing harrys tone, you were confused as to why he acted like that.

“ its just private alright? why are you being so - i dont know. its just really complicated. “ your eyes darted towards peter who were currently socializing with others. peter had previously shared with you about his newly developed web shooters, you being one of the people he told about his newly found secret life hes been multitasking with his school life. 

“ yea, well. everythings complicated with peter. i dont do complicated. “ harry flashed a smile before downing his left over alcohol. 

watching him with content, you noticed how you never really paid attention to him. if you could, you would spend hours watching him if it didnt appear creepy.

harry noticed your staring and couldnt help but blush lightly at the thought that you might feel the same way. the way your eyes got all big and doe excited him. it was as if you were a test paper he couldnt wait to solve ; you are such an openbook yet mysterious. he couldnt get enough of you and didnt know what to do. 

“ youre so pretty. “ you whispered, thinking that it was your thoughts that spoke and not you actually saying it outloud. it was when harry laughed when you took in what had happened. 

it was now harrys turn to look at you. when you met his gaze, you quickly looked away with how intensive his gaze was. filling yourself up another cup, you saw harry put his empty cup down and felt his hand snake around your waist. of course youd start to tense up, who wouldnt. 

moving your hips against his towards the soft music playing in the background, you cant help but stay stiff. harry soon felt himself get hard again.

“ do i make you nervous, (name)? “ he whispered. his face dangerously close to your neck and you felt his breath against your sensitive spot. oh how dearly did you want him.

inhaling to gather up courage, you turn towards him and crushed your lips onto his. fuck, harry thought. he was so dizzy that it felt like he died and his wishes were playing, dying on him. but no, there you were, taking in his air as if you were going to die and depended on him to supply you air. 

wrapping your arms around his neck, you pushed him against the counter that was behind him. and with that, he allowed you to take control of him, of his body. he almost felt like a porcelain doll with the way you handled him. it was soft and gentle, yet rough and needy. smiling into the kiss, he dipped his head lower to taste every depth of your mouth, wanting to taste how sweet you made the alcohol. 

pulling away, harrys lips followed yours like a pet. looking behind you, harry spotted peter watching with a content smile, bringing his hands into a gesture of a thumbs up. harry was confused. why would he be so supportive and proud when he was previously trying to get you? maybe it was up to peters plan, knowing how harry can be a wussy if it really meant to him, peter wanting harry to probably quicken the process. or maybe peter wanted to prove harry that he too can have anything in his life if he worked hard for it. 

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[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

#eren smut #eren jaeger x you #eren yaeger headcanons #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren x you #eren headcanons #aot smut #snk amut #attack on titan smut

[diaco1968]

Thrill

Shigaraki Tomura x f!Reader

WARNINGS! +18, lemon/smut, heavy NONCON!, Forced! , implied cheating, dirty talk and degradation, unprotected, yandere-ish

The sound of the sharp knock resonating off the walls of the otherwise completely silent apartment had you almost jump out of your own skin, a cold sweat immediately beeaking out all over your back despite the heavy warm blanket you were under. You muted the video even though you assumed it was already too late for the unwelcome guest not to have heard it. Another sharp knock and you knew your assumption was right. Either way you quietly slipped out from under your blanket, feet meeting the cold floor and worsening the already cold shivers rolling down your spine, no one had business visiting you at 3 in the morning. Reaching up you looked through the peep hole. The silhouette of a familiar person with light hair was visible but mostly blocked by a smear of something dark across the glassy cover making it extremely difficult to make out the face.

This time instead of the sharp knock, fingers almost gently rapped over the wooden door as if the person knew you were standing right on the other side, the rapping playing a familiar and serie rhythm. Eerie because you only knew one more person who knew this rhythm.

Your hand rose and your fingers wrapped around the doorknob all on their own accord. The rude knocking was his way of respecting you actually, cause you knew as well as he did that this flimsy door could not stand in his way if he had decided to come in already. Chills from your cold feet on the floor made the whole experience worse than it needed to be. With a quiet shaky intake of breath and a shake of your head to regain your stoic composure you pulled the door open slowly, enough space so that your whole frame was in the doorway and not more, one hand still on the door for emotional support.

And surely you needed that.

He was way more terrifying than you remembered him from last time. His white hair glowing and almost reflecting the moonlight that seeped inside the corridor from the window at the end, the white light engulfing and giving his form a ghostly appearance, with bright crimson eyes staring at you expectantly. And that was not the only crimson in the mix. A big splash of red was covering one whole side of his face as it had either dripped down from his own head, which was likely cause strands of his hair was also still dripping with crimson, or had sprayed onto him from some other poor soul, down his neck, disappearing in the black of his shirt, making it look even darker, all the way down to his left hip. He was leaning his bloodied hand on the doorway, looming over you with his nonchalant yet completely insane face, lips slowly parting into a smirk, knowing by the pale look of your face that he absolutely had not given you a choice for this surprise meeting.

"May I use your shower."

Your jaw went slack staring at him with an open mouth as you clutched the door unable to answer what wasn't really a request.

"Of course, what a dumb question."

He pushed off the wall and gestured for you to get out of his way as he pushed the door wide open, stomping right past you. Feeling way out of your comfort zone you glanced left and right in the corridor before succumbing to your fate and closing the door behind you, staring at the muddy bloody shoe prints going to your living room. You followed them and watched him kick his shoes off in the middle of the living room on the creme carpet, lean in to look at the pictures over the chimney, scoff then make his way over to the kitchen.

"That's not the bathroom-..."

He totally ignored you as he went to the fridge grabbing a cold beer, all the while making sure he smeared everything with the blood on his hands.

His eyes glanced sideways towards you as he chugged the bear in one go, putting the bottle on the very edge of the counter.

"Ahhh."

His eyes locked onto yours, beginning to show a slight bit of annoyance. And as his mouth split open into a wide grin he tipped the bottle over the edge. It hit the floor with a noise that sounded way louder to you than it should've before it shattered on the kitchen tiles.

"Oops. My bad."

Your eyes snapped onto him from where they previously were glaring at the broken bottle on the floor, grinding your teeth together in annoyance.

"The bathroom is the other way."

"I know."

You hissed out from your clenched teeth and he waved his hand dismissively, stepping over the glass and walking towards your bedroom. Of course he was going to use the master bathroom. What else. He stopped in the doorway to the bathroom and looked at you.

"Join me."

You crossed your arms over your chest this time glaring at him directly.

"I see no need for that. You're a big boy."

He faked a pout before shrugging his shoulders and stepping into the bathroom.

"Well I thought you wanted me gone as soon as possible. Apparently not, so I'm gonna take my time then."

You shook your head and sat on the edge of the bed, every single muscle in your body rigid from stress. How long could he take anyway?

Apparently too long.

An hour of chewing your lower lip and tapping your foot nervously later, you decided to check up on him. You knocked on the door but got no reply. Three times. So you opened the door slowly and carefully to peak inside. Unlike what you had imagined the bathroom wasn't filled with steam from the shower. But sure enough he was standing under the running water. You stopped yourself before you could rake your eyes down his body you went to close the door.

"Come on now, it's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Shigaraki."

You whispered in a scolding tone but didn't close the door, instead staring at his eyes.

"Eh? What happened to Tomura? Or the one I like more, Tomuooo~"

He attempted to mimick your voice with a whiny needy tone and remembering exactly what he was talking about you flushed bright red stammering.

"Oh my gosh... fuck off..."

He laughed, the sound taking you aback not recalling ever having heard him laugh.

"Fine, but seriously. I need your help."

He turned around to show you the half ass cleaned wounds on his back.

And of course you had to inspect so you stepped inside to take a closer look at the gashes. Two long angry stripes across his middle back, not bleeding anymore but spots of dried blood still sticking around them.

"No way I'm gonna blindly scrub at those. They hurt like a motherfucker."

You heaved a sigh finding the reasoning legit. After all you were used to seeing such wounds yourself. You grabbed a towel for the lack of a better option, finding out that he was too far inside the shower for you to reach. Not wanting to hear his retort on telling him to get closer you decided to step in and that's when the cold water ran over your hands and slid all the way down your arm inside your sleeve.

"Shit! Why so cold?!"

"Why not. Not how he likes it?"

You clicked your tongue annoyed and pressed the towel to his back a little too harshly making him hiss and glare at you from the corner of his eye. If you were completely honest it was a terrifying glare but you didn't budge and instead started to scrub away at the skin lightly enjoying the silent tease-less mood. Not for long though.

"Speaking of him. Where even is he?"

'As if you don't already know.'

You bit back your retort and settled for somthing else.

"We were and are not going to be speaking of him."

As if to emphasize, you scraped the towel a little harder over his skin and watched as his shoulderblades rolled and rippled right under the skin but he ignored it.

"We're not? Having a naked man in his shower makes you feel guilty?"

Your nails dug into the towel and you paused.

"Shut it."

"No. He is away working, not even dreaming of his little fiance being unfaithful to him. Trusts you a little too much, huh?"

"I said shut it!"

You growled and slammed the towel onto his back, right into the gashes. His shoulders twitched angrily and he reached back and grabbed you right before you could storm off angrily. A loud surprised gasp left you as your back got slammed into the wall, cold water from the shower pouring over you and soaked you to the bone in a matter of seconds.

"And I said no."

You tried to wriggle out of his grasp or wiggle away from under the onslaught of cold water to no avail.

"Fuck! Let me go!"

His hands grabbed at your wet heavy hoodie ripping it enough to make space to slip it off your shoulders and expose your chest then let it hang around your waist. With your hands still inside the sleeves you felt bounded by the tight heavy cloth unable to do anything but struggle in vain.

"He has no idea his fiance, the love of his life, is secretly a villain fucker, does he?"

"I am not!"

"The love of his life? Cause we both know you ARE a villain fucker."

"Stop!"

"Stop? But you don't really want me to, do you?"

His fingers wrapped around your neck tightly, pressing you harder into the wall forcing a squeak out of you before he shut you up by pressing his lips onto yours and his tongue shoving into your mouth, making you turn your head to the side with a cough.

"You don't want me to stop cause he doesn't screw you like I do,"

His fingers tangled in your wet locks like snakes slithering through the grass, tightening on your scalp with a fist full of hair and forcing your face back towards himself and running his lips over the side of your mouth.

"He doesn't grab you and force you down in your place like the little whore you are-"

"We were on a break! It was one time!"

"It was not one time."

He pressed you into the wall harder with his body, freeing his hand and grabbing your panties. The flimsy fabric turned to muddy dust and washed away down the drain. His hand immediately replaced it and cupped your heat roughly. And for once you were glad for the running water, you could not stand his comments on the moisture gathered between your legs otherwise.

"To your credit, you did try to be a good girl. You just couldn't stay away from me. It must be thrilling, huh?"

You pursed your lips staring at the ceiling trying not to focus on his fingers running all over you, as if he couldn't decide what to touch first. They ran from your sex to your hips, back to your ass then over your breast, pausing to enjoy the erect nipple rolling it harshly between his fingers, making you bite your lower lip.

"Tell me. Which one is your derive? Is it the thrill of being used like a fucktoy by a villain and not knowing if I would dispose of you afterwards?"

He slipped his hard cock between your thighs, tugging your hair down to expose the length of your neck to him, leisurely kissing sucking and nipping on the soft skin as you shut your eyes and opened your mouth to breath cause the water was now angled right in your face.

"Or are you thrilled by cheating on the poor fucker with his enemy and not getting caught?"

You started thrashing your arms and managed to free one before he pulled you over and slammed you back into wall by your neck again making you Yelp and cling to his wrist tightly.

"Is this really how you want to go? Half decayed and well fucked in his shower? And imagine he is the one who will find your body too... tragic."

He was bluffing... he was definitely bluffing... right?

"Is it?!"

He roared in your face, his voice echoing off the walls and you found yourself trembling in his hands, shaking your head no.

"Then be a good bitch like the horny little slut you are and cooperate."

You felt as if his words smeared over you and make your skin tingle with filth. He was right, you were not used to this kind of treatment. And your quivering legs and throbbing pussy was evidence enough that you did in fact find this thrilling.

Sensing your submission he freed your other arm from the hoodie, throwing it away before leaning down to hook his arms under your legs, picking you up and positioning you over his cock, the tip proding between your folds and poking at your hole. And unceremoniously thrusted himself all the way in, by letting you drop down onto his lenght. You gasped at the sudden stretch, arms flying from the wall to wrap around his neck to hold yourself steady as he stepped away from the wall, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

"Mmm your tight cunt never ceases to impress me. Does he fuck you at all?"

"... please stop..."

He chuckled and grabbed your ass with your legs draped over his arms and he started moving you over his cock, the position had you unable to do anything except cling to him tighter and clenching constantly around his dick from the hard angle, moaning into his neck. You could see the goosebumps on his skin and it oddly managed to give you a satisfying feeling.

Untill all sense was drawn out of your head as he started thrusting into you while he moved you up and down, drilling into you deeper and deeper each time. You screamed as your whole body went rigid and hard shivers ran down your spine, your toes curling as you came hard with his cock still screwing into you roughly, your scream drowning out into a quiet gaping mouth.

"Fuck... you used to be way harder to please. Missed me a lot, yeah?"

His nails dug threateningly into your hips but you refused to reply.

He pressed your back on the wall again, moving your legs all the way up over his shoulders, not bothering to pull out while changing the position.

"Still stubborn I see. No problem. I know how to deal with you."

"You're a one night stand gone wrong!"

You spat as you glared at him. Should not have said that. Should. Not. Have.

His fist found its way back into your hair and he pulled it up to expose your neck again.

"Is that right?"

He leaned all the way over you as his hips picked up a bruising pace, slapping against your ass with each thrust with a loud sound. His lips latched onto your neck and he started sucking on the skin. Shocked you went to push against his shoulder and he tightened his fist in your hair, forcing you to grab his arm instead from the pain burning on your scalp.

"What are you doing?! Stop!"

He changed the spot and started sucking another deep purple mark on the other side, before moving lower and sinking his teeth into your chest.

You yelped loudly digging your nails into his shoudlers and in return he move his mouth again biting your other breast.

"Fuck! Fuck! Stop! He will see those!"

"That's the point you dumb cunt. And that's not all either."

Feeling your distress had you clenching around his cock again he moved his hand and started rubbing your clit roughly as you squirmed and struggled.

"I'm going to cum soon with your dirty pussy milking me like that..."

Your breathing was ragged and you were moaning on each thrust and he absolutely loved the way your face scrunched up im horror from the realisation. He leaned in to whisper into your ear.

"That's right. Now tell me, are you a dirty little whore?"

"Please! Please don't!"

You were now half sobbing as you pleaded and gripped onto his shoulders.

"Answer me then. Are you a cheating filthy fucking whore?"

"I am! I'm a cheating whore! Please!"

"Oh but you're not any whore. You are mine. Your thirsty little cunt is all soaked for me alone. Right?"

"Yes! Only for you!"

"Do you think of me when he fucks you?"

You hesitated and he did not like that, delivering a harsh wet spank on your ass.

"Ah! Y-yes!"

"Yes what?"

You were now definitely crying, tears streaming down your face as guilt and pleasure mixed into your system, clinging to him desperate for some little comfort.

"Y-yes I think of you.. when he... when he fucks me..."

"So you missed me a lot, didn't you?"

"I missed you a lot..."

"Address me properly."

"I missed you a lot Tomuooo~"

And with that he rammed himself into you one more time, warmth exploding in your lower belly as to your horror he spilled his load inside you. Your whole body went limp, dread and fear gripping your chest and your throat. He turned off the tab and it was all silent except the sound of the last few droplets hitting the tiled floor before the silence was broken by his evil chuckle.

"Good, cause I'm far from done with you."

#tomura shigaraki x reader #Shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x reader lemon #shigaraki x reader smut #bnha smut #mha smut #bnha lemon #bnha #mha

[draco-and-tom]

Dirty Girl- James Potter

Summary: James has been busy lately and you take things a little too far too get his attention

A/N: I loved writing this request so much because I'm in love with the marauders and haven't been able to write a blurb/one shot for them do to my requests which are basically always open. To both of the lovely people that requested marauder stuff I love you <3. 

WARNINGS: Slut shaming, unprotected sex, choking, degrading, praise, pet names, grinding, sensitiveness, spit kink, mirror sex.

Type: Smut to kinda fluff

REQUEST: Hey girl I really loved your all of your stories, Do you think you could do another one but a little more focused on james being a Dom james x reader. with a lot of degradation and bdsm. But please no daddy kink just her calling him like jamiese.If it don’t want to it fine I totally get but just asking!

Around this time of year was really stressful and annoying for you. You couldn't seem to get your boyfriend’s attention because he was always training for quidditch.  Here you were, watching your boyfriend mumble to himself about game strategies. You had already gone most of the summer without seeing him and now you had to deal with this. You were bored, horny, and sad. The worst part of it all was that James knew it and didn't care. He would always try to hush you with “later bunny” or “not right now y/n” just so that he could enjoy your frustration. Plus in all honesty, he truly was busy. You watched carefully as James wrote plays on parchment and hid your body under the sheets, not wanting to be caught. You started touching your body, sliding your hand slowly down your stomach and to where you wanted him most. As soon as your hand touches the wet spot in your panties James turns his head to look at you. You quickly moved your hand away, but there wasn't a point, he had caught you. James looked at you sternly and you tried hard not to cry from frustration. “What the hell do you think you’re doing Bunny?” you looked away from his face, unable to make eye contact any longer. You sigh and wiggle uncomfortably under his gaze “I’m sorry Jamiese” your voice was barely above a whisper. James turned back around to continue his work but still talked to you “Get out from under the sheets”. You lifted the covers off of you and sat on the bed, your legs crossed. You kept sighing and whimpering, just trying to get your boyfriend's attention, but he didn't even tell you to be quiet. He was ignoring you. Once you understood what he was doing you got up off the bed. James didn’t even turn to look at you, it was like you weren't there. “Jamieseeeee” you whined as you made your way over to him. He continued to write down things for quidditch. You wanted to snap the quill in half, but you knew that if you did that he would just get out a new one. When James was ignoring you he went all the way out, pretending like what you were doing didn’t happen. Either that or that it was completely normal for something to happen out of nowhere, almost like a ghost. You huffed and sat on his lap, your legs on either side of his waist. You knew you were being a whiny brat, but right then you didn’t care like you usually would. James looked everywhere but at you and what you were doing, even when you wiggled your hips against him trying to get friction. You’re lip quivered as you watched him ignore your actions once more. You felt like you could scream and cry from frustration. You knew that if you cried James would more than likely wrap you in his arms and give you all of the attention that you had been craving, but you didn’t want to be that much of a needy baby. You hid your mouth in the crook of his neck and rocked your hips gently against his. You whimpered and moaned against his skin as you rocked your hips. You could tell it was hard for him to ignore you. His breathing became more ragged and the movements of his hand as he was writing were more forced and seemingly un-structured. You pant and moan in his ear with pleasure as you grind against him. James grew hard underneath you and had stopped writing, unable to focus, but still refused to give you even a shred of his attention. “James” you whined. At the sound of his name, the act was finally broken. He lifted your chest off of him and made you look him in his eyes. James scoffed at your state “don’t be such a needy slut Bunny. I told you to be good, but you’re acting like a dirty whore,”. You looked him in the eyes and felt your lip quiver. James stood, holding you in his arms, and walked over to his bed. He laid you on the side of the mattress “bend over whore”.  You listened to him, it was the least you could do after everything. There was a mirror on the wall in front of you and you immediately knew where this was going. James had joked around about fucking you in front of a mirror, but you always knew it was more than a joke. You were glad that it was finally happening, every time he would bring it up you could feel your panties dampen. The worst part was that James teased in detail. He would talk about how deep he would be and how you would take him so good as he watched your face in the reflective surface. Once he noticed how his dirty talk got you he would whisper things in your ear “aw. Poor bunny. One day beautiful”. But now it was finally happening and you were practically buzzing with excitement. You felt James lift up your skirt lightly and rested your face against the bed “please Jamiese”. He chuckled and lifted your face to look at him in the mirror “this could’ve been a completely different experience if you would have been a good girl,”. You whined and made sure to not look away from him “You wouldn’t have given me anything if I was a good girl.” as soon as you said it you knew it was a mistake. You immediately felt James’ hand reach over and pop yours, leaving pink tink on your skin. James kept eye contact with you as he spoke hash words, all of them going straight to your core. “You better be glad I'm giving you anything slut” you whimpered under his touch as he felt you through your soaked panties. You saw James smirk as he touched you, thanks to the mirror “You like it when I talk to you like the needy whore you are, don't you? Pathetic”.  You nodded “can't help it Jamiese” and you hear his chuckle at your words. He pushes your panties down your legs and you let out a shutter as you feel the cold air hit your soaking heat. James tosses your panties somewhere on the floor and returns his attention to you “you’ll look at me in the mirror until I tell you otherwise. Understood?” you nod and he shakes his head “use your words slut”. You let out a shaky breath and answer him “yes sir”. You cringe at how needy you sound and James rolls his eyes “you act like it’s a surprise. You know you’re needy for me, don't deny it”. You sigh and nod your head. You didn’t notice that James was touching you until you felt two fingers thrust inside of you quickly, causing you to moan. He pulled his fingers out and you whimpered as you saw him lick your arousal from his fingers. James ran his hands up and down your thighs, speaking softly in contrast to his filthy words. “You’re tight for a whore, but then again I'm the only one that gets to touch you. Isn’t that right?’ you let out a shaky breath you didn't know you had been holding and nodded “only you”. You heard James groan and watched as he stepped back slightly, undressing himself. Before you knew it you felt James’ cock against your dripping pussy and shuttered at the feeling. James gripped your hips with one of his hands and lined himself up. You struggled to keep your eyes on the mirror in front of you as James slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust. Soon the burning pain turned into pleasure and you watch his face contort from pleasure. The marauder opened his eyes and looked at you, watching your reaction as he pounded into you. One of his hands made its way to your hair, holding it away from your face, he wanted to see everything he was doing to you. James adjusted himself and barely lifted your hips with his free hand, causing you to moan. He groaned at your reaction “That's it. Take it like a good little slut.”. James’ thrusts became faster but still precise. It felt like he was getting deeper with each thrust if possible. Your boyfriend let go of your hair and gripped your jaw, still looking into your eyes “You can look away now. I need to show you what a whore you are”. You nod and James tilts your chin back and kisses you roughly. It almost felt like the two of you were having a moaning contest. The feel and sound of the moans he spilled in your mouth cause you to return the favor. Suddenly James pulled back and tapped your lips “open” you raised an eyebrow in confusion but obliged anyway. James spit into your mouth and you let out a shocked moan, clenching around him. He looked at you and scoffed “well…. What the fuck are you waiting for?! Swallow whore”. You immediately followed his instructions, earning yourself a few grunts from James. You felt so weak at the moment. Your legs were shaky, and your pussy was clenching tighter around your boyfriend, moans continuously slipping from your quivering lips. After a few more thrusts you felt the sparks in your stomach grow stronger “please let me cum Jamiese. M’ so close”. Your boyfriend chuckled “Does my little slut want to finish? Look back in the mirror and I’ll help my dirty girl out”. You look in the mirror and watch as James’ hand wraps around your throat, tightening little by little. He chuckled as he watched you struggle against your fluttering eyelids, his hand tightening more and making your breathing even more ragged. You finally felt the wave of relief crash over you and watched James’ reaction as your pussy squeezed around him. His eyes were shrewd shut and his lips slightly parted. It wasn’t just how he looked though. You could hear and feel his reaction too, making it so much better. His thrusts lost their perfect rhythm and he was struggling for breath as he moaned. James’s hand was now blocking a lot of air from coming in at once and you began to feel your mind become foggy. His hips shuttered against you and you knew how close he was “want me to cum in my slut’s tight little hole? Hm?”. You struggled to form words, but eventually let out a shaky whine “please J-James please”. There was something about the way you said his name. All whiney and ruined, he loved it. “Fuck y/n. So good” you moaned at the praise and the feeling of his cum spilling into you. Your boyfriend laid his body against yours and trailed kisses down your neck and shoulder until he gained the strength to lift himself and pull out. You whimpered at the empty feeling. James lifted you up lightly and laid you on his mattress. He climbed in right after he made sure you were comfortable laying on your back. James pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and you smiled against his lips tiredly. The boy pulled back and looked at your fucked out state. You felt the marauders gaze on you and listened to him as he spoke. “You did so good for me Bunny” James watched as you opened your eyes and beamed up at him with a lazy smile. You were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The look in his eyes was so sweet you were almost shocked that you were what he was looking at. You survey his face as a grin makes its way onto his lips “really?” you ask and James just nods sweetly. The boy kisses your cheek and rubs it with his thumb like any more pressure would break you “can I clean you up beautiful?”, you nod and he moves down to the pool all over your thighs and pussy. James spreads your legs gently licks your thighs clean of the liquid. You whimper and grip his hair in your hands, almost as a hint. James pulls back and sighs, placing a kiss on both of your thighs before speaking “I know bunny, I promise I'll try to be careful". You nod and mumble a slurred “mkay” and that was the only permission he needed to continue. Once James was finished licking you clean he laid beside you and pulled the covers over the both of you. You let out a sigh of content as the boy you loved pulled you closer to him and cuddles you. James placed a soft kiss on your cheek and you both share three words that go way beyond their definition. “I love you Y/N”        “I love you, James”    

TAGLIST: @harrypotter-whore​    ( @georgeswh0re​ I lost the message where you told me which characters you wanted to be tagged in, so I figured safe>sorry) @msmb​

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[spiderlilyserendipity]

I Love You, Okay?

Hoseok x female reader

The third installment of my series Safe Space, where the fem!reader needs to call red during a scene with the members. A new chapter is released daily. You can find them all on my series masterlist. Enjoy 💘

Genres: smut, slight angst

Tags: established relationship, punishment, sub!reader, dom!hoseok, crying, edging, slight insecurity, colour system, aftercare

WC: 615

Hoseok is by definition a tease.

You wouldn’t say you’re a brat by any means, but there have been times where Hoseok has punished you for being too demanding in bed, becoming whiny and needy when you’re turned on. There have been a few nights where Hoseok uses you to come, then punishes you for “making demands” by leaving you to fall asleep still turned on.

Hoseok has been giving you that treatment for three nights now, since you showed up at his apartment with lingerie under your clothes. You don’t get why he insists on punishing you for it, wishing he would just punish you once for being naughty and get it over with.

Tired of being edged every damn night, you interrupt Hoseok watching his show in bed. “Babe.” You say.

Hoseok glances away from the TV for one second, smirking slightly at the sight of you in nothing but one of his shirts and panties. You’re not even trying to be sexy tonight, but he always appreciates the sight of you wearing his clothes. “That’s not going to work on me princess.” He says, going back to his show.

You huff, grabbing the remote off the duvet and shutting the TV off. “But baby! I got the lingerie as a gift for you.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not the problem.” He tugs you by the wrist, making you fall forward and down into his lap, laying ass up. “It’s because you stuffed your dumb little hole with a plug. Did sir say you could fill up what’s his?” He growls in your ear, making you whimper.

Then, Hoseok spanks your ass once. “Now get off my lap. I’m gonna have to rewind the episode because of you.” He says, and you reluctantly move.

You try to touch Hoseok while he watches TV but he swats your hand away from his pelvic region and thighs. His concentration has always made him sexy to you, but you don’t like being ignored like a brat. You’ve been teased before, but Hoseok always gave you what you wanted when you begged. He always called you his good girl, but now he won’t give you anything.

Fighting tears, you try to hold his hand.

“If you are going to be this annoying all night, sleep in the guest room.” Hoseok says sharply, swatting you away one last time.

“H-Hobi, red.” You whisper.

Hoseok turns the TV off instantly and turns to you. “What’s wrong baby?”

You start to cry, and your boyfriend wipes your tears worriedly. “What was too much?” Hoseok pleads with you to tell him.

“I-I just wanted to try something new but you h-hate it.” You admit, bottom lip trembling. “Do you really h-hate it when I a-act like that?” You cry.

Hoseok’s eyes go wide. “No baby, it was just the scene. I don’t hate you.”

You hug Hoseok tightly. “I’m sorry. I don’t wanna be a brat.” You cry into his shoulder. Hoseok wraps a hand around your ass, lifting you easily into his lap.

“I’m sorry doll. I’m so sorry. I love you, okay?” Hoseok peppers your face with little kisses. “Always my good girl. Sorry I went overboard, okay?” He apologizes over and over, holding you tightly.

Eventually you fall asleep on his lap from his soft and kind voice, and Hoseok manoeuvres you so you’re laying on top of him under the covers. Even when you’re sleeping, Hoseok continues to kiss the top of your head and apologize. In your sleep, you smile. There’s no one who can dom you like Hoseok can, but there’s also no one who loves you as much as he does.

Requests are open ❤

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #hoseok x reader #hoseok x you #hoseok x oc #hoseok smut #hoseok fluff

[theimpossibleg1rl]

Yes, Captain

AU!Alpha!Cap!Bucky x Omega Reader

Warnings: it’s just smut, you guys. No plot, just so, so dirty. ABO dynamics, so much language

You drove him absolutely insane.

Stubborn. Defiant. Mouthy. Never listened to anything he said. But that wasn’t the real reason that you got to him. Not the real reason why you made him so crazy. But that was Bucky’s dirty little secret. He’d never tell a soul.

Of course Sam saw through it. Gave him shit at every turn. Never let him live it down. Reminded him as often as he possibly could. Because Sam lived for annoying the Captain. It was his favorite pastime. The game he loved to play.

“Get your shit together, Y/N!,” Bucky barked through the comm device, causing you to roll your eyes so far back you were sure you could see your brain. “Don’t be reckless. Don’t be defiant. And most importantly, don’t be stupid.” You shook your head. “Yes, Captain.”

God dammit.

If you only had any idea. Every time. Made his cock twitch in his pants. Made him wanna pin you against the nearest wall and knot you until you couldn’t see straight. Fuck you so hard that the only word you knew was his name. Make you beg, plead. Cry for it.

“Don’t be a pain in the ass. Get the info. Get your ass out. Understood?” He was fuming.

“Yes, Captain,” you hummed, picking the lock of the server room, taking a quick glance around. Your heat was close. Too close. But you’d ignore it. Focus on the job at hand. Not think about anything else but retrieving the data and getting the hell out.

Definitely not thinking about the Captain.

****

You were taking too long for his liking.

He huffed, picking up the shield and trotted down the hall, carefully. Quietly. Until he reached the door. “Fuckin’ pain in my ass. Every god damned time.” He pushed it open, spotting you toward the back.

Partnering up for this mission had been a bad idea. But only two people were needed. And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, you were the best. Good at fighting. Hand to hand. Handling a weapon. Good with the tech.

“I’m coming,” you sighed, watching the screen as it moved incredibly slow. “This computer is probably as old as you,” you quipped, making him clench his fists and his jaw. God damned pain. “Like, seriously Cap. It’s fuckin’ ancient. Who still works with shit like this besides old ass men that don’t understand technology?”

“Any insight?”

“Shut up and get the data,” he hissed, keeping an ear out for anything unwanted. “You talk to fuckin’ much. Always runnin’ that mouth. Someone should put it to good use. Put you in your place. Teach you a lesson.”

You froze at his words. Was he suggesting something? Or just being typical asshole Bucky Barnes?

“You wanna do it?,” you taunted. “Wanna put me in my place, huh? Show me who’s boss?” You knew by the way his nostrils flared that he could smell your arousal. Your scent. It was making him fuzzy. Brain in overdrive.

“Should I?,” he shot back, not moving an inch, watching you from afar. His eyes shamelessly took you in. “Should I put somethin’ in that smart mouth? Get you to finally shut the fuck up? Teach you not to talk back?”

“Yes, Captain.”

He was on you before you could blink.

Pinned against the wall. Heavy, hot breath against your neck. Panting. Trying to maintain control and failing miserably. His metal hand went to your throat, squeezing gently, making you whimper. “Smell like sin, sweetheart. When was the last time you had an Alpha between your legs? Too long?”

“Yes, Captain.”

He growled, low. Feral. Primal. Like a beast, a wolf threatening to emerge. To take it, take you. Knot you. Own you. Make you submit because that’s what good little Omegas did. And you? Well, you were no good little Omega, were you? But this Alpha? He had some pull over you.

“Say it again,” he groaned, his hand undoing your belt, desperate to feel you. See if you were as wet as you smelled. “Say it. You want it? Want a big, strong Alpha to fuck you into next week?” His fingers found your soaked folds and he groaned again.

“Fuckin’ stunning. Greedy little cunt, isn’t it? Needs an Alpha to fill it up, doesn’t it? Tell me, Omega,” he breathed, lips a breath away from yours. “Tell me to give it to you. To fill you up. Fuck you like you need it. Fuck you like an Alpha fucks his Omega.”

“You need it?”

“Yes, Captain.”

You heard the clink of his belt, dropping to the concrete floor. His fingers pushed inside your waiting heat, searching for that little spot. He wanted to see your face, hear your cries. Wanted to taste you on his tongue. See if you were sweet as you smelled.

Once you came, he pulled his fingers and swirled them in his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. “For someone so bitchy and mean, you taste as sweet as candy.” You moaned at his words, blissed out. Completely fucked and he hadn’t even been inside yet.

“Gonna feel so good around my cock. Bet you’re aching, aren’t ya? Bet you need it, huh? Need it deep. Hard. Fast. Need to come again, baby? Need your Alpha to fuck you good? Dick you down until your beggin’ me to stop? That what you want?”

“Yes, Captain.”

It was low, breathy and he swore he came a bit at the sound. “Then be a good little Omega and face the wall.” You obliged, your face pressed against the cool wall, his hands pulling your hips back, fingers running through your folds. Dragging his cock over you, collecting your slick.

“So wet,” he moaned, “gonna just slip right in, aren’t I?,” he teased, the head of his cock pressed against your ass. “Gonna swallow me up, huh? Gonna take your Alpha’s cock like a good little girl? Gonna let me knot you up so good?”

You were a panting, whining mess. No words would come so you just nodded furiously. His flesh hand came down on your ass hard, making you cry out. “Good Omega,” he growled, doing it again. Back arched, desperate. Whiny, needy. Fuck, you needed him to do something.

“I own you after this, understood? You are mine. My Omega. You’ll belong to me. No one will ever touch this beautiful body again. No one. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Captain.”

He slid inside with a harsh thrust, stretching you in the best kind of way. Your walls hugged him, already quivering, so close to coming. “Squeeze me, Omega,” he demanded. “Feels so good,” he sighed softly, his head falling back at the sensation. “Come on, sweetheart. Come on my dick. Show me how good it feels.”

You gripped his flesh arm for balance, but your legs were threatening to give. His hard, harsh thrusts. His moans and groans. The way his vibranium hand squeezed your throat, thumb against the pressure point. It was all too much. Overstimulation. You couldn’t even think straight.

“Fuck!,” you cried out, panting hard, sweating. “Let go,” he whispered, the sound low and throaty. “Let go for your Alpha. And I’ll give you my knot. Fill you up nicely, so full. You’ll be feeling me for days, baby girl. Achin’ in the best way. Knowin’ I’m the only one who can fuck you like this. You want it? Want my knot?”

“Yes, Captain.”

That was it. You screamed out as your release hit. Harder than you’d ever had, white stars behind your eyes. You felt him swell and catch. Roaring behind you. Hands gripping your hips. He’d leave bruises, marks. His lips pressed against your scent gland, silently asking for permission.

“Yes, Captain.”

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[cloudytamaki]

a rant on haikyuu fanon vs canon;

the only warnings are opinions, criticism of some of the characters’ fanon personalities, some suggestive stuff, and cursing. i’m prepared to block your ass if i get any rude comments 😍

fanon oikawa - “it’s britney, bitch!” - 3k+ selfies on his phone - “oh em gee!” + “lol, so funnay!” - constant hair flips, 10 empty bottles of lotion / shampoo in the garbage at the end of the week - the whiny needy hoe in a relationship - diva bitch, self obsession; “i’d marry myself”

canon oikawa - “i trust you.” - willing to adjust to people’s needs on the court - easy to work with, great teammate - the self obsession is an act 😍 - just kinda touch starved yk ? - violently insecure about kageyama surpassing him - pictures of interesting articles and his friends / random things on his phone

fanon kuroo - “oh? you want a reward from daddy?” - fucking girls against walls and windows every weekend - big flirt, always horny, insinuating sex into conversations - signs kenma up for things and pushes him to do them - late to his classes bc he’s busy wiping sex fluids off his pants but manages to keep his grades higher than lev’s head - the nerdiest hoe when it comes to physics - always annoying the shit out of people and gets pissed when people tell him to shut the fuck up

canon kuroo - “we, are plasma.” - never late to class but there was one time where he was bc he was helping an older neighbor untangle their garden hose - a virgin that acts experienced - humorous rather than nerdy - respects boundaries but can unintentionally say something bad [ex: tsukki] - supports kenma rather than forces things onto him - gets a lot of confessions from people he doesn’t know but doesn’t have the time for dating

fanon kenma - “s-s-shoyo, who’s.. that?” - aggressive ass texting, the fuck ? - shy ass hoe - willingly dresses up in a maid outfit - submissive as hell - always playing video games, neglects his partner, annoying little shit - eyes are shot from all the blue light, brain constantly empty

canon kenma - “i’m looking forward to it.” - mellow texting, everything lowercase, doesn’t use many abbreviations cause they annoy him - shy but will talk to people if there’s no other choice - will beat someone’s ass if provoked, likely with words rather than force - takes breaks from playing - intelligent; he takes care of his eyes / puts eyedrops in

fanon hinata - “hey kageyama what’s sex?” - innocent as hell - texts like an actual fucking golden retriever - stinky as fuck

canon hinata - “do you need a reason to not want to lose?” - serious when he needs to be - he bathes, y’all. - he’s gone through sex ed, knows what shit is. he stares at thighs and asses without realizing it though

fanon suga - catholic mom - lectures the team when they’re in the store - always apologizing for people - covers hinata’s eyes and ears 24/7 - “children what is this mess” in the karasuno group chat

canon suga - “shut up i’m trying to sleep” in the karasuno group chat - understands when things are out of his control and is like “ok bye” - you all saw when he told the team to get their shit together. - aggressive at times, jokes around often

fanon kageyama - “bitch don’t touch my damn milk” - always screaming ‘boke’ at the top of his lungs or in text messages, ex: boke hinata forgot practice was at 5 boke -  calls everything a dumbass - constantly hitting everything

canon kageyama - “have faith in me and fly” - calls him a moron when needed - doesn’t hit people unless he’s close with em ? - drinks milk whenever he can but would gladly share it with his partner; them pockets are getting lighter each day

fanon iwaizumi - “shittykawa i’ll punt your ass into next year” - constantly punching oikawa - violent as hell - toxic ass hoe - boasting about himself all the time

canon iwaizumi - “let me.. take this challenge” - aggressive affection to close people - secretly insecure  - says he’ll attack oikawa but never does, he isn’t mean like that

fanon bokuto - “aKAASHI DON’T BE MAD I BROKE THE CABINETS, WAS TRYNA CLIMB UP ON THERE!” - portrayed as stupid - unable to do anything without akaashi - falls in love with one glance - confident, never angry - collapses at anything / he doesn’t get his way, emotionally unstable

canon bokuto - “it's a matter of whether 'that moment' exists for you or not... if you experience that moment, it'll really get you hooked on volleyball” - smart and emotionally aware; man picked up on tsukki’s feelings, gave him good advice - does not have endless confidence, gets angry, has insecurities - you can’t pull him with a single hair flip 😐

#canon vs fanon #haikyuu!!

[forgottenpasta]

Somnolent

Summary: After spending one night in bed with you, Jeongguk finds out he is unable to sleep unless you’re sleeping with him.

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, roommate!au

Warnings: Swearing, some talk of nipples and whipped cream, a very emotional realisation 

Word count: 3.5k

Jeongguk threw the pillow across the darkened room, a crash sounded as all his deodorants and sunscreens came tumbling down from his dresser onto the floor, plastic pings and clatters accompanying his soft cursing. 

This was the third night in a row. 

Third night of no sleep whatsoever, no matter how many cups of camomile tea he drank before bed, or how much he danced and worked out to tire himself out, or how much asmr he listened to, nothing was working. Tonight, he had even popped a sleeping pill. He was absolutely against using these kind of drugs unless absolutely necessary, but he was desperate. Everytime he was at the edge of blissful oblivion, something would snap him back to consciousness. Whether it was house noises, or the hum of the fan, an annoying itch or a wayward thought or just... the image of your heavenly arms wrapped around him as you cradled him to sleep. 

He knew what he ought to do. He’d known you’d ruined good sleep for him for posterity the moment he’d woken up beside you three mornings prior. You’d been the little spoon, him the big. That’s not how Jeongguk liked his cuddles usually (he didn’t like cuddles period) but you had come to him seeking protection as part of the unsaid roommate loyalty and trust agreement and he had to oblige you. 

***

Three days ago

“Kookie?”

Your voice was lowered and whiny, purposefully so. You appeared the picture of innocence. Jeongguk bolted up in his bed, immediately on alert. You never acted cute or small, hated the very concept. You would even scoff and smack him on the head whenever he tried his doe-eyed trick on you.

You really really wanted something. 

“What is it?”, he asked slowly, eyeing your oversized shirt clad form cautiously. It didn’t appear like you were wearing anything beneath. 

“Kookie, I saw the movie you suggested.” You stepped inside the room, kicking the door shut behind you. “The one you really wanted me to watch.”

He swallowed at your approaching self, very much distracted. “Wha-which movie?”

“Mirrors?”, you whispered questioningly, as if you weren’t sure what movie you’d watched. You planted a knee beside him on the bed, not climbing in yet, just looking pitifully helpless as you booped the tip of your index fingers together and looked at him from underneath your lashes. 

It took a second for Jeongguk to realise what you’d said. 

“Oh fuck no! I didn’t suggest shit. You were shit talking about me being a scaredy cat, so I told you I had watched mirrors alone in my room when I was in middle school.” He sat up properly, scowling at you. “Don’t tell me what I’m thinking, Y/n.”

You scowled back, all semblances of naïveté gone. “Shut up. You were acting all macho, trying to one up me. You were challenging me, don’t you try to deny it.”

“I was just stating facts, moron. Who told you to go watch it by yourself?”, Jeongguk barked, folding his arms across his chest, drawing your eyes to the flex of his biceps and his veiny forearms. 

You huffed an annoyed breath, looking away as you replied in a snarky voice. “Your mom.”

“Very mature. What the fuck do you want now?”

“Sheesh. Way to be rude to your roommate.”

“Y/n.”

“I just wanna sleep in your room tonight. That’s it. No big deal.” You threw up your hands, looking at him as if he was making a mountain out of a molehill. 

He smirked. “You scared? Did you piss your pants watching the movie?”

You rolled your eyes. “Now who’s being immature? It’s just that...there are a lot of...mirrors in my room.”

Jeongguk burst out laughing, doubling over on his bed. 

“Fuck off!”, you bitched, shoving him so he rolled over onto his back, his body shaking with mirth. “Did I make fun of you when you told me you wet your bed till you were seven?”

“Y-you...d-did.”, he wheezed, tears escaping his eyes. 

You straightened indignantly. “No I did not.”

Jeongguk caught his breath, still snickering a little. “Y/n you told the girl I was interested in that I wet my bed till I was ten. You even exaggerated the age, you little shit.”

You frowned, then shrugged, recalling the memory. “You should thank me, you dodged a bullet with that one, I can sniff out the bad apples.”

Jeongguk calmed down finally. “You’re not sleeping in my room.”

“Why not?!”, you whined. 

“I can’t sleep with someone beside me. You know that. I send all my hook ups home after sex or I leave their place.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Except I’m not really sleeping with you, figuratively. I just wanna shut my eyes while I’m a few feet away from you, on the same bed. You got a king sized one, there can be an ocean of bed between us and even if I starfish we won’t touch.”

“Still. Just the idea of someone beside me while I sleep,”, he shuddered dramatically. “Is enough to give me the creeps.”

“It’s just one night, weirdo.” You climbed over him, ignoring his grumbles. “I’m sure you’ll live. Besides you made your bed when you suggested me that movie and now you have to lie in it.”

“I did not—”

“Shhh.”, you shushed him as you settled on his bed, draping his amazing comforter over yourself. “Switch off the light, will you?”

Jeongguk called you a surprising variety of colourful names while you smiled and snuggled in. 

***

The next morning, he’d woken up with his head on your pillowy chest, one of his hands up your shirt and a leg over your thighs as you held him close. 

And it had been one of the best nights of sleep he’d ever had. He woke up refreshed, well rested and with a literal goofy smile on his face (and an erection in his pants), ready to tackle a mountain. He’d never suffered from insomnia before, but after sleeping with you it felt like he’d never had a good night’s sleep in his life before and you’d shown him the literal gates of REM heaven. 

And now he was suffering. You had shown him heaven, now his cold lonely bed was akin to sleeping on a grave, he felt an invisible force keeping him up all night. 

With one last expletive, he forced himself up from the bed, switching the light on as he trudged up to stand before his mirror, ignoring the clutter and the pillow on the floor. 

He rubbed his eyes, the dark circles underneath now easily discernible. He’d been working on zero sleep for three days and he wouldn’t be surprised if he started seeing hallucinations anytime now. He couldn’t go on like this. This morning, his contract law professor had almost thrown him out of his class because he was so tired and he had rested his head on the table. Ironically, even with the professor’s voice monotonously buzzing in the background he hadn’t been able to sleep. 

What kind of a student is unable to sleep in class?! This was getting embarrassing.

“Fuck it.”

Jeongguk threw open his door, marching to your room with conviction in his step. You owed him. He’ll just say he saw a scary movie too and needed you like you had needed him. Or he could just crash on your bed, making an excuse that his was suddenly infested with bed bugs or something. He didn’t know, he just needed you in his arms, spooning him, even if he had to sleep on the cold hard floor. As long as he could snuggle in the crook of your neck, like he’d done that fateful morning, he’d be alright. 

He pushed open your door rather forcefully. And found you sleeping peacefully atop your queen-sized bed, not a care in the world. 

Was it too much to expect that you’d be suffering like he was? That you’d be just as needful. 

Hell, it didn’t matter. 

He got to work. 

Making a beeline to the side of your bed, he looked down upon your sprawled form, like a sleep paralysis demon. 

Ascertaining the best angle for what he had in mind, he bent down and in one fell swoop, scooped you up in his arms, turned and headed for his final destination. 

Your blanket fell away as he clutched your body close to his chest, hurriedly leaving your room for his. He didn’t want to take any chances, he wanted a good night’s sleep in his own bed dammit. 

With his loot in his arms, he dashed for the cover of his home turf.

You arose with a snort. “Whuft the fufk?”, you mumbled through sleep-intoxicated lips, still high on melatonin as you came to, slowly realising your position. Suspended in the air, in Jeongguk’s arms (with one of his hands almost palming your ass) with your face smushed against his hard pecs. 

“What is happen—”

“Shh.”, he hushed you, much like you’d done three nights ago. Karma. “I’m just borrowing you for the night. Go back to sleep.”

“Wha?”, you mumbled, squirming as Jeongguk entered his bedroom, one lone lamp barely illuminating the surroundings. “Why?”

You were still half asleep, almost convincing yourself this was a dream, but then you felt Jeongguk’s very real, hard bulge against your hip as he settled you on the downy surface of his bed, making you startle with a yip, like a surprised small puppy. 

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?”, you asked, making to sit up but he grabbed your shoulders and easily made you horizontal once again. “What the hell are you doing?”

Your eyes widened when he got in beside you, pulling the comforter over you both, not answering your question.

But the dam broke when he reached for you, hooking his arm around your middle, making you yelp, as he pressed himself flush against you. Then he threw a leg over both of yours, effectively pining you down as his head came to rest beside yours on the pillow, his mouth at your ear. 

“I need you, okay!”, he mewled finally. Goosebumps broke out on your skin at the neediness in his voice. “I haven’t been able to get even a wink of sleep since that night you slept in my bed. I don’t know what the fuck kinda witchcraft you did, but I can’t sleep at all.”

You turned your head to look at him, your lips now a hairs breadth away, your eyes almost going cross trying to look at his. “And you thought having me back in your bed would solve that?”

“You were the catalyst for the last three harrowing nights, it has to be you. Besides, I’m at my wits end, I’m fucking tired and I want some goddamn sleep already. You have to be it.”

You swallowed at the desperation in his voice, but you couldn’t pass up the chance to tease. “One night in bed with me and look at you. Already coming back for more. Couldn’t resist, could you?”

He growled, squeezing you closer and hiding his face in your neck. “Shut up! It’s not about that. We didn’t even do anything. I just want some sleep.”

“Then why are you so hard?”

He froze. Slowly, his head poked out from his neck burrowing and he lifted himself up onto his elbow to look down at you. “My dick can’t differentiate between fuckable and out-of-bounds right now. Cut me some slack, my brain is fried from lack of sleep.”

You scowled. “Did you just call me unfuckable right now?”

“Ugh.” He went back to his burrowing, making your neck feel ticklish as he snuggled you up. “I didn’t say shit. Please let me sleep. We can do this in the morning when I’m not about to keel over any second.”

You blew a tired raspberry at his ceiling. “Knock yourself out.”

And he did. 

Just ten seconds later, his soft, cute snores reached your ears. He was out like a light while hugging you like you were his favourite stuffed animal. You looked down at his face. His pouty pink lips were almost touching your skin, making you shiver. The movement made him stir a little and he closed the remaining gap, now kissing the side of your neck. 

You almost groaned in frustration. He had no clue what he was doing to you. What he always did to you. It wasn’t his fault though, you hid your feelings for him under a mask of sarcasm and humour all the time, never having the courage to face them head on because you were deathly afraid.

Afraid of his rejection. You were cool because you were the no nonsense roommate who always had a quip on her tongue and never asked him for more than friendship. You were cool because you never went down the feelings route with him, unlike every other girl he met. 

And you were aware how those girls ended up. Tossed to the curb after a night of sex because really, that was all he’d ever promised and how they could even entertain the notion of him changing his mind after being in bed with them once, as if they had a golden pussy, you didn’t know. 

He never changed his mind or slept with the same girl twice. You would know. You’d heard female moans of every possible pitch and frequency possible. But you’d also seen the same scene of them running out of his room, with mascara tinged tears running down their cheeks and hickies covering their chest, as they screamed about him being the biggest asshole on the planet too many times to count. One too many times to ever end up as one among the line of them leaving his bed in tears even before it was morning. Because usually he told them to leave after they were done with their marathon sex, something about not being able to sleep beside someone. A few fleeting hours of bliss and a glimpse of what it feels like to have him in your arms before he shattered all those dreams with a, “Do you wanna take the guest room or can I call you a cab?”

Oh but what you wouldn’t give to always be in his bed like this. Night after night. Being close to him, in any way, shape or form, made your body sing with giddiness and your soul float with euphoria. It was the best kind of high. 

He was a drug to you and maybe that’s why you had made up the story of watching a horror movie and being scared to sleep alone three nights ago. You had in fact watched the movie but you were far from scared. 

You had just been craving him, your Jeongguk addiction rooting the idea of the movie as an excuse to be close to him for one night and not leave his room in tears shortly after. 

One night of sleeping close to him was all you’d imagined you’d get. You never thought he’d come back and ask for more. 

And hold you like a drowning man holds a buoy thrown to him. 

Turning your face to gaze at him, you slowly brought your hand to card through his thick, long hair. His lashes fanned his cheeks adorably but you could also see the bags under his eyes. Apart from his steady breathing, he slept like the dead, his heavy weight on you comforting rather than suffocating. 

A small smile graced your lips. You were hopelessly in love with this boy and he didn’t have a clue. Caressing the hair off his forehead, you leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead. A tender, loving gesture you wouldn’t be caught dead doing if he was awake. 

Replete with such thoughts, you didn’t realise when you slipped into a peaceful sleep. 

~•~•~

Jeongguk woke up before you as usual, you were never one to wake up on your own if there wasn’t an alarm blaring in your ear or him snatching away your blankets. 

But this time he didn’t want to get up either. The clock on his wall showed it was 7 am. It was a Saturday. There’s something about waking up early on an off day and realising you can sleep in, that satisfies you to the core. Especially when you have your very own human-shaped body pillow beside you. 

He chuckled, nuzzling into the skin at your clavicle, sometime during the night he’d decided your chest was the best place to rest his head again. He’d slept so soundly, he felt so well rested after so long that the there was no other conclusion but that he was right, you had ruined him for solo sleep forever. Whatever. He could get used to cozy mornings like these. 

He opened his eyes and immediately went still, his heart starting to hammer in his chest. 

What seemed like perfectly decent sleep attire on you last night, was anything but now. Your tank was barely covering your chest and you were not wearing a bra. Your boobs almost spilling out from the top in what was the sexiest display of cleavage he’d ever seen. Or maybe the morning wood in his pants was steering his brain. 

He clenched his eyes closed. He wasn’t supposed to see you this way. You were strictly out of limits. As his roommate and friend, he couldn’t afford to club you in with all the other girls he had dalliances with. Because that’s all they were, one and done. And you deserved so much more. 

Right. He needed to get control of himself and stop thinking with his dick. Your friendship was too important to fuck up. 

When he opened his eyes again, it was to raise his head and peer down at you. 

Far from being perfect, you looked like a squished dumpling in sleep. Your hair all over your face, lips slightly parted and puffy cheeks. And was that drool? 

Yes, far from perfect.

But so fucking beautiful to him, he almost forgot to breathe for a moment. 

Was anything more blissful in life than this? Waking up well rested and with you in his arms looking so damn cute he could eat you. 

And he wanted to eat you. Both literally and figuratively, he imagined you’d taste almost divine between your legs but he was also feeling some type of way. The feeling that no matter how much you try, you want to get so close to a person that you forget where you end and they begin. It’s an all encompassing feeling of wanting to be in them and them being in you. 

His chest constricted when you stirred a little, scrunching your nose, irritated with the hair on your face. With one hand he rubbed at the place where his heart was having trouble beating and with the other he softly brushed the errant strands behind your ear. 

Was it so bad to want you as more than a friend? He wanted to fuck you, yes, but he also wanted to hold you so tight and listen to you complain about him not showering that day. He wanted to make some banana pancakes and have them in bed with you. With maybe a little whipped cream on your nipples for him to taste. He wanted to watch horror movies with you, then tease you about not letting you sleep with him. 

But that would never happen. He never wanted to go back to sleeping in an empty bed again.

Slowly but surely his thoughts were leading him towards an epiphany. 

When a ray of light fell over your face as he moved a little, he immediately moved his body to block it again. Carefully getting up so as not to wake you, he sealed his curtains closed, returning to sprawl beside you once more. 

He had his head rested on his palm, his elbow propping him up as he stroked your soft cheek with the other. 

It was a fact of the matter, he had long since realised, that he would not be able to sleep if you weren’t by his side anymore. And if the kind of way a night of sleep beside you left him feeling, he didn’t want to go back to the way things were before. Inevitably, his mind led him to how a night of love making would be with you. Love making because right at this moment, that’s what his body was buzzing to do to you. Slow, leisurely, sleepy morning sex. 

The fact that he was imagining having any kind of morning sex was monumental for him, because usually his hook-ups consisted of fucking through the night and ducking away from wherever he was in the wee hours of the morning or offering his fuck-buddies the guest bed. Which, nine times out of ten, they took none too kindly. 

What were you doing to him? 

He didn’t know. But he had no choice but to find out. 

That is why when you opened your eyes, you found him gazing down at you with the softest expression on his face. 

And a question for you. 

“Will you go out with me, Y/n?”

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hi!! can I have hc’s for how the GoM + Kagami would make out with their s/o? 🥺🥺

Of course you may! Please enjoy :) 

Note: After I finished this I realized it wasn’t always regarding makeouts, but also kisses in general...sorry!! 

GOM + Kagami Makeout Headcanons

Akashi

Likes to give you gentle pecks to start things off, usually transitioning from a soft forehead or cheek kiss to a kiss right by the side of your lips

His hands are in constant contact with you, whether it be cupping your cheeks, holding you by the shoulders, or his fingers just gently stroking your neck

Really enjoys being somewhat of a tease by setting the pace, smirking when he listens to your whines for him to keep kissing you

He’ll play around a bit, then when you’re not expecting it he presses a deep kiss on your lips, pulling back with a resounding smack

I can definitely see Akashi tilting his head slightly and licking his lips as he watches you blush cutely in front of him

“Allow me to savor your taste on my lips for just a bit longer, my Empress…”

Midorima

Definitely stubborn and I can’t see him being much into PDA, sometimes you’ll get Takao to distract him just enough so you can sneak a kiss to his cheek

He has a slightly delayed reaction, blushing a millisecond after he realizes what you just did, pushing up his glasses and turning his face away from you while attempting to scold you for your “inappropriate public behavior”

In private, he’s more receptive to you and he employs his kissing as a way to get you to stop annoying him when he’s trying to study, after you’ve been clinging to his neck and complaining about how he’s not paying you any attention

Will turn his head and press his lips to yours, then say something about getting you to finally shut up while pretending to not be embarrassed or blushing at all

In the rare moments where he loses his cool, probably from watching you glued to your phone texting Takao and getting jealous, he’ll grab you by the front of your shirt and tug just enough to get your attention to him

Once he slips off his glasses, you know this boy’s gonna get serious about your makeout session

“I-It’s not that I wanted to kiss you or anything…you were getting in the way of my studying…”

Aomine

Fierce, demanding, slightly pushy

Definitely one that will just walk up to you and with no advance notice, sling his arm around your neck and pull you in, kissing you deeply (with tongue!)

Secretly finds it adorable when you start beating your fists against his chest (playfully) to get him to let you breathe

I can definitely see Aomine being a tease and nibbling on your lips or biting, cause he loves the way your lips look swollen and your lip gloss/lipstick smeared from his kisses

Initiates makeout sessions with you with no regard to place or timing, to the point where Momoi has given up trying to get him to stop and just averts her eyes instead

“Heh, babe…I always get what I want, but it looks like you want it pretty bad, too.”

Kise

A whiny, pouty baby that likes to demand kisses

Will call your name loudly and cling to you like a koala, not so silently demanding kisses or pats on the head

Very affectionate and will always try to cuddle up with you when he kisses you, he claims this allows him to hide himself/his face so his fans don’t catch him macking on you in public

Has that jealous streak going for him, and at least in my opinion I can 100% see Kise kabe-doning you against a wall/door/some nearby surface when he gets you alone after you’ve been paying too much attention to the Kaijo team or anyone, really

Knows how to use his good looks to his advantage, definitely the king of switching between his puppy-like persona and the more sexy, mature one

“_____-cchi’s kisses are the sweetest~ Neh, kiss me more and let me hug you tighter!!’

Murasakibara

More of a lazy, taking his time type of guy normally

Likes using his height to his advantage by hugging you from behind, pressing kisses to the top of your head/hair whenever he’s feeling needy or clingy

Has a tendency to not really care about if he just ate chips or not before he kisses you, so you’ll often scold him for having oil on his lips or crumbs around his mouth

Whenever he gets into his jealous mood or if he’s had a particularly intense game, his entire body is able to cage you onto his lap

And he’s very demanding, holding you still and not letting you escape as he relentlessly pursues your lips again and again

“That wasn’t enough, _____-chin…I’m always hungry for you…”

Kagami

I see Kagami as being more open to PDA since it’s pretty common in America, so he doesn’t find it odd when you kiss his cheek or give him a peck on the lips

Probably at the beginning of your relationship he’s a bit more shy and embarrassed when you do it, especially when the Seirin guys tease him or get jealous of him for having a girlfriend

Definitely the guy to kiss you breathless whenever he gets super excited about something, and doesn’t realize what he’s done until after and then he starts stuttering and apologizing for catching you off guard

When he’s really in the mood for a makeout session, he’s very rough and aggressive, maybe not the most elegant kisses (sometimes his kisses get a little off center, etc.) but you can definitely appreciate his eagerness

“How’d I get so lucky for a girl like you, _____? Paying in kisses for my cooking…”

Kuroko (bonus!)

Definitely tastes like vanilla because we all know about how many milkshakes Kuroko drinks on a daily basis

Doesn’t see anything wrong with expressing his affection for you so he’ll be very methodical about kissing your cheek when leaving to go to practice, etc.

The other Seirin guys try to tease him about it, but Kuroko never gets embarrassed or bothered, just blinks at them and asks them why they have an issue with him kissing his girlfriend

Sometimes you might get insecure about whether or not Kuroko really loves you (since he’s got a good control over his emotions), but Kuroko’s definitely very sensitive so he’ll kiss you a bit deeper before scolding you gently

Isn’t one to show his jealousy overtly, but you can tell because he’ll be a little more clingy such as wanting to hold your hand the entire time or having the tiniest pout on his face that only you can tell

“I like kissing you, _____. I hope you feel the same way.”

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Sweetness (a hikaru story)

Hey, sorry for lack of content..again I swear I'll get my schedule together I just moved and the holidays have been making me stressed. So have some random smut

Hikaru is a sex fiend when he wants to be.

Also that's what crossdressing hikaru looks like..isn't he adorable?

Warning this story contains: jealously, crossdressing, rough sex, degrading, female reader

"come on! There is a new sale for shoes!"

You glare at your boyfriend who yanked your arm so hard you thought but would rip off, he was currently dressed up as a woman which was something that never bothered you two if anything you thought he looked absolutely adorable.

You held the bags while he walked with you and you two were shopping when two guys walked up to you both. Hikaru tensed lightly but simply kept his arm linked with yours and ignored the males

"you two single?"

"yeah, how about we all hang out"

You saw one of the boys stare at hikaru's chest which made you hold back a laugh, jokes on you creepy guy but that's all padding.

Hikaru simply scoffs finding the boys to be absolutely annoying, he just wanted to spend time with you and the guys were stopping that

"not interested! Now go away"

Hikaru's harsh tone made them back off of him but you were still on their radar so they all focused their attention on you, who was not as confident as hikaru.

"how about you sweetie?"

"yeah, you wanna have some fun?"

Your awkward stammers and stutters seemed to egg the men on more and they now leaned close to you invading your space as dirty disgusting words escaped them

"such a cutie, bet you would look cuter with no clothes"

"ever done it with two guys at once?"

Hikaru couldn't help but scowl at their words before he yanked you back now stepping towards the two with a low growl.

"I'll say this clearly so you limp dick assholes understand, this is my girlfriend. So back the hell up, it will be my dick she'll be screaming on not yours. Now unless you want to get fucking neutered I suggest you two take your pea sized brains and run off"

It seemed hikaru's words scared them off and you let out a shaky sigh hugging him from behind, nuzzling your face in his neck happy he protected you

"shut up you’re in trouble too! Let's go!"

With that the male held your hand dragging you into the female bathroom and pushed you into a stall closing it behind him as he stared at your nervous expression

"told you not to wear that damn dress didn't I?"

"y-you picked it-"

Hikaru pinned you against the stall door your face pressed against the wall as his hand trailed up the skirt of the dress now trailing his hand along your underwear. A shaky breath escaped him as he felt himself getting hard as he pressed himself against you

"they could never fuck you as I could and you know that, don't you piggy? Their little dicks wouldn't be able to pound you the way you like it"

Hikaru pulled your panties down only to let out a scoff of anger at the sight of your wetness, you were practially dripping against his fingers as he touched your slit

"what made you so wet sweetie? Was it the thought of doing something gross in public? Or maybe those idiots drooling over you"

"h-hikaru please.."

He scowled before shoving two fingers deep into your wet cunt, now pumping in and out roughly clearly not caring on if it hurt or not.

"stupid bitch, saying my name like that. Tell me what you want pig and I might do it. Might wanna speak quickly before I lose my patience"

You let out a small whine as hikaru slowed his tempo before completely stopping his fingers and watching you get needy and whiny.

"p-please! Hikaru! Fuck me with your huge cock before I go insane!"

Hikaru definitely loved the way you cried for him to please you and he pulled his fingers back licking the slick wetness of you before you heard soft rustling behind you before warmth was pressed against your ass. You shuddered as the thick long feeling and you felt a hot breathing against your neck

"sweet lite piggy, I wanna hear you scream for me while you milk my fat cock"

With that hikaru pushed himself inside you feeling just how tight you were, it made his head spin as he leaned his forehead against your neck a feminine moan escaping him as he pushed deeper and deeper til he was practically hitting your womb.

Your sobs and cries for him to fuck you seemed to fuel him and he started to harshly thrusted in and out of you his mouth biting at your neck while his hands groped your breasts from under the dress.

"like that piggy? Y-yeah you do, I know you love it the way you're squealing like that is fucking disgusting but you're my disgusting pig. My filthy girl"

"h-hikaru please I'm close"

Suddenly the door opened and you both heard a group of giggling girls enter the bathroom, hikaru paused his movements as he heard them talk and gossip while looking in the mirror.

You glanced back at hikaru who chuckled and he started to move now ignoring your protests for him to stop. When you covered your mouth with your hands hikaru growled In your ear before banging his hand against the stall door earning a squeak from the girls as they turned to the locked stall

"oh baby~ you love my big fat cock drilling you like this? Come on sweetie scream my name"

Hikaru was moaning extra loudly now thrusting so harshly and roughly that there was a constant banding against the stall door as you released muffled sobs and cries as he fucked you stupid with his cock.

"h-hikaru, i-im cumming!"

"do it piggy, cum all over my cock you dirty little slut"

With one final thrust hikaru filled you up so much that you swore your stack bulged, your cunt tightened as your body twitched from an heavy orgasm that left you drooling with your eyes rolled back.

Hikaru pressed a kiss to your cheek before he pulled out and slid the frilly pink panties he wore up now fixing his white dress before he watched you fall back from your legs giving out.

"clean yourself up, okay piggy?"

With that hikaru walked out the stall seeing the shocked expressions from the girls as he walked towards the mirror before applying lipstick

"got a staring problem ladies? Can't someone fuck their girlfriend in the bathroom without it being weird?"

You roll your eyes at his antics before you cleaned up and walked out the stall now shyly moving behind hikaru.

"can we go home?"

"still want more hmm? Alright sweetie let's go home so you can give me a blowjob"

Your face now turned red as he gave you a wink before skipping out the bathroom with zero shame.

"i-im so sorry"

You shyly apologized to the traumatized women before you chased after your boyfriend.

#yandere imagines #yandere #yandere ocs #oc imagines #oc x reader #yandere oc x reader

[babayagakeanu]

Deprived

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x reader

Summary: Keanu’s been busy the entire day, reader is determined to grab his attention.

Warnings: angst, smut, nsfw content.

The blistering LA heat made it unbearable for you to sit outside and soak up the sun so you opted for the air-conditioned bedroom you and Keanu shared. Rolled up in the blankets, you waited for Keanu to finish with his script reading. He was just assigned a new script and he was determined to get a head start, even if that meant sacrificing his time with you. You tried to make it seem like it didn’t bother you, but when he was tucked away in his office for hours on end, only coming out for dinner, it was annoying. You knew he loved his career, and you knew that he would always put you first, but you’ve been put on the back burner ever since that script came a week ago. 

Huffing, you changed from your leggings and t-shirt into a pair of short shorts and a fitted tank-top. You were hoping that this would become a distraction for Keanu and you would finally be able to have some alone time with your husband. You dotted some of his favorite perfume of yours, made him a  drink and made your way to his office. The door was already open so you knocked before entering the room. He sat there, looking sinfully delectable, and it made your thighs clench together. His beard was trimmed, hair just recently trimmed as well, and he had the audacity to look like that and ignore you. 

“Hi, honey! I thought you might be thirsty,” you set the drink down on the coaster before giving him a earnest kiss. You hummed into his lips, feeling his quirk up a bit. 

“Thank you, sunshine.” he gulped down half the drink, setting it down and resumed his script reading. Your small smile turns into a frown as a pang resonates in your gut. Does he not want you anymore? Forcing the hard feelings down, you try and perk up a little. “Maybe you should take a break, Ke. You’ve been at this all day...” You trail off, letting your hands work at his shoulders, making Keanu release a throaty groan, and you had to restrain yourself from moaning. You worked out all the knots, before traveling up his neck and into his hair, scratching at his hair, feeling his sigh and purr in your hands. 

“I should, baby, but this script is really good so far, and I just want to finish mapping out my lines.” With that, your hands detach themselves from him, not even trying to hold back the huff of annoyance. Keanu frowns a little, noticing your antics. “Y/n? What’s wrong?” Your hands work through your hair as you sigh, looking over at him. “This has been the first time you’ve been actually home in four months and you’re still working. You’d told me you were off for another eight months and I was so excited to finally have some one-on-one time with you.”

Keanu sighs, running a hand over his face. “y/n, baby, I’m sorry. You know how important my career is to me, but I just want to finish this script. Is a little space so hard to ask from you?” He watches as your mouth drops, the pang in your gut returning at full force. “Wow,” you breathe, nodding your head as a small laugh escapes your trembling lips. “Is it so bad that I miss my husband, Keanu? Forget it.” You walk out before he could find words to apologize, feeling dejected and heartbroken. Space? Since when has he ever wanted space? He always was preaching about how you should be honest with each other, yet, here he is, finally telling you he wanted some space? You were feeling a mix of emotions, but the one that was most prominent was sadness. You swallowed the lump in your throat before crawling into his side of the bed and hugging his pillow, forcing the sleep to take over your body.

—————

Keanu felt like shit, to summarize it in simpler terms. He didn’t mean to take his frustrations out on you. He never wants space from you, he didn’t even know why he even said that! All he wanted was to spend some time with his loving wife, yet he had to make himself busy the minute he got home. He was stupid, careless even. Sipping slowly at the bourbon you poured him, he stood from his chair and stretched his back, before making his way to find you.

“Y/n?” he called out into the quiet house, the only sound that he heard was from the bedroom, the TV was on. Sighing, he was relieved that you hadn’t left, and made his way to the bedroom. Pushing the door open quietly, he smiled softly at your sound figure sleeping. The sadness returned when he found that you were on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow tightly to your chest. he kneeled in front of your bedside, swiping the hair that had fallen in front of your face. His thumb rubs at your tear-stained cheeks and an emptiness fills him, he made you upset, one of the things he’d vowed never to do. Your sleeping figure stirs, eyes fluttering open to find Keanu in front of you. 

For a while, the two fo you say nothing, the only solace in the middle of this fight, was Keanu’s hand on your face, your body automatically leaning into his touch, sighing contently.

“I’m still mad at you, you know. I give you space, Ke. You’re gone for months at a time, and I’m forced to sit in this house day in and day out, waiting for you. It doesn’t even feel like a home without you in it, Ke. I just want you to relax and spend time with me, your wife. That’s all I ever ask from you, your love and company. I want my best friend by my side.” A tear rolls down your cheek, and his thumb wipes it away before responding. “I know baby, and I’m so sorry. I hope you know I didn’t mean what I said. I never want to leave your side, I crave you 24/7, y/n. I’m just stressed at the amount of scripts they’re sending me, and I didn’t mean to take it out on you, that’s not fair to you. I love you, y/n. You’re my life, you’re a part of me forever, you know that.” He kisses you, softly at first, but then he remembers how long he’s spent without you against him, and turns the kiss more feverish. He’s exploring your cave now, tasting ever inch of you, trying to find something different but is relieved when you taste like home and sweetness. 

“I missed you so much, sweetheart. Never again, I promise. I love you so much, baby, please let me prove myself to you.” He’s speaking to you in between lustful kisses, hands wandering over every inch of your curves and smooth legs.  You nod, eagerly letting him between your legs, feeling the hardness of his member which prompts you to release a loud wanton moan. 

“Seems like my girl missed me, hmm? Missed me between those beautiful thighs of yours, wanting me inside you, filling you deep.” His ministrations against your nipples through the tank-top cause your hips to buck into him, holding onto his white t-shirt in vice handfuls. “Ke, please. It’s been too long, baby.” You cry out as his hands rip your tank-top from your body and as his lips attach themselves to your rosey bud. His tongue flicks around your wet nipple, sucking and grazing his teeth against it.

“Ke—Oh!” You gasp, ridding his body of the shirt, feeling the muscles underneath his skin ripple with every movement. “So good to me, so in love with you.” Your gasps are whiny, needy, and breathless. His lips leave your nipples with a sound ‘pop’, and his kisses travel down your stomach, his tongue stopping to circle at your navel, and then continue down to the hem of your shorts. “Don’t think I didn’t notice these tight clothes baby, I could practically smell your sweet cunt just by standing next to me. I noticed every time you moved that your nipples poked through this ridiculous fabric you call a tank-top.” You giggle at him, running your hand though his hair but it’s cut short as he rids you of your shorts, growling when he finds that your nude under them, your cunt glistening with your wetness, inviting him to taste you; and he does just that. His tongue circles around your clit, causing breathy moans to leave your lips, filling the room with your sinful sounds. 

“Oh, Keanu!” You cry out as his fingers fill your hole, “just like that, baby, fuck!” His tongue moves faster around your folds and clit, just as his fingers work at spreading you open, prepping you for his girth. Your ecstasy explodes around you, Keanu’s name becoming a mantra as you cum around his fingers, your eyes glued shut and hands grabbing at his hair. His fingers slow as your cunt throbs around him, ready to take his member. He shifts his body to kiss you, your taste still left on his lips, mingling with his own, creating a delicious concoction. 

He rubs the head of his cock against your slick hole, gathering your juices before pushing in fully, the moans erupting in the air as your bodies mold together, becoming one again. He gives you a minute to adjust, your cunt throbbing around him, welcoming the delicious burn between the thighs. He’s always been an excellent size, your cunt always taking him so well, but the loss of him for months made your cunt burn. You kiss him, letting him know that you’re ready for him to start thrusting up into you. You gasp as the head of his cock brushes against your g-spot, urging him to go faster.

“Oh, fuck, y/n. Always so tight and wet for my cock, gonna fuck you so good.” His hips snap towards yours, watching as your round tits bounce with the force, his hand reaching to hold one tight, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

“Keanu, you feel so good!” You squeal beneath him, the repeated force of his thrust makes you see stars, bringing you to another orgasm, tightening around him like a rubber band. His thrusts become sloppy, letting you know he’s close before stilling inside you and emptying his seed into you, pumping you full to the brim. 

The two of you stay like that for a while, before Keanu slips out and leaves, only to come back with a warm washcloth, cleaning the both of you up before climbing into bed behind you. His lips find yours before sleep takes the both of you.

“ I love you, Ke.”

“ I love you the most, darling.”

#keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x reader smut #angst #teeth rotting fluff #marriage #love #smut #keanu #keanu reeves fanfic #i love this man so much

[my-galaxy-is-purple]

2:25 am

pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUWkGio9teI

“Fuck, not again…” “move!” “It’s okay Hana we got this”-he heard you talking under your breath and hitting your legs frantically on the couch out of frustration. 

“Nooo!”- you whined when Jungkook took your controller out of your hands and flicked your nose. “babe, it’s literally almost 3 am, what are you doing?”- he chuckled. Voice still laced with sleep, a little groggy and weak. After whining and throwing a little tantrum you finally rolled over onto your back and faced your boyfriend. He was standing by the foot of the couch, wearing a pair of old sweatpants and glasses. Nothing else. His v-line was showing from his baggy sweats barely holding up on his thin waist. You gulped a little and from embarrassment looked down, laughing.

“I’m playing overwatch, what else does it look like?! It’s all your fault you know? So don’t…”-you didn’t get to finish your sentence. Kook caught your flustered gaze and how your big blue eyes traveled all the way down from his glasses to his waist so he took the opportunity and splayed your legs open a little to lay in between.

“What was it you were saying again..?”- he smirked looking up at you from his position. He smiled after catching how pink your cheeks have gotten and how big your eyes were turning from a sudden intrusion and then laid his head down on your tummy. All of a sudden he was clutching your shirt, well, his t-shirt you were wearing, and slowly hiking it up, inch by inch. 

“Kook what are you doing..”-you couldn’t let but slip a little whimper when you felt his cold long fingers touch your ribs and then plant a chaste sweet kiss to your navel. 

“It’s late and you have to be in the studio early and I…” “Shhh babygirl let me make you feel good”he whispered and continued his ministrations. His long black hair was tickling your sides as he kept peppering kisses all over.

You giggled. “Kookie, stop, it tickles” 

All of a sudden he sat up and gave you a stern look, jaw clenching.

“Y/N. I was waiting for you in bed for almost two hours. You never came. And then I come out here and see you like this, just in my t-shirt, laying on the couch, making those pretty little whiny noises from playing a stupid game, and then you dare give me that innocent big-eyed look looking me up and down and now you want to say its late?”

You got quiet. He wasn’t even playing around. What got into him?

“Kookie I…”

“Nuh uh, don’t call me Kookie when I’m trying to get in your pants babe” 

Now that made you shut up. You felt blood rush into your face, hands that were holding his wrists all of a sudden shaking… from anticipation. 

“Yes sir…” 

“Good girl.”

He chuckled and spread your legs a little more, pushing your clenched thighs out. He then proceeded to take one of your legs and put it over the headrest of the couch. You got even more embarrassed, all spread out and open for him like that. 

You felt chills run down your spine and cold hit your already soaked panties. 

He took your hands from your face you were so desperately trying to hide.

“I want you to look at me, okay baby? don’t close your eyes. Can you do that for me?” He cooed and pinched your cheek with childish admiration. 

You nodded right away, a little too eager maybe even. He put his two fingers on your lips, sign to open your mouth. 

“Ahh what have I done to you babe…” he closed his eyes from satisfaction of having you take his fingers all the way into your mouth with a swirl and pop. Your knees were begging to close, you couldn’t help but try to bring your thighs together to get some kind of friction, but he stopped you in your tracks.

“Nuh uh uh babygirl. Behave.” he slapped you on the core ,where you needed him the most at the moment, and grinned at the whimper it brought out from you. 

“Yeah? You want me that bad, Y/N?”he put his big hand on one of your inner thighs to keep you spread open. Then he brought down his other hand and finally touched you. He massaged you slowly, painfully slowly and you couldn’t help but roll your hips to try to get him to go faster. He just tsked and slowly brought his other hand that was resting on your inner thigh before to your face. Caressing your cheek he then trailed it down to your throat and lightly wrapped his thin long fingers around it pressing down just enough to warn you for what’s to come if you defy him again. But you couldn’t help, the slow pace he had on your bud was not enough so you whimpered more and more, moving more and more. He put more pressure on your core, sliding your soaked panties to the side and sliding his index finger in you. His hold on your throat tightening which made your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“What have I done to my pure innocent angel huh…Is this what you like now babe? Being chocked by your lover while he fucks you with his fingers deep and fast?” You whimpered, unable to say anything cuz of his grip on you. He let go all of a sudden, causing your whine of unapproval. But he slid down and laid between your thighs, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, glasses fogging up a bit.

Jungkook liked to be in total control in bed and you didn’t mind, being his sub turned you on. But sometimes he would get in one of those moods when he wouldn’t let you touch him without his approval and it annoyed you a little. You were too spent and turned on to even say anything so you just brought your hands down and cupped his face, taking his glasses off and sliding your hand over his neck and collarbones, a little timid, scared he would make you stop and punish you, but he just smiled. Soft, loving smile, not his Dom smile.

“ I still remember the first time we hooked up babe.” he ran his hands up and down your sides, all of a sudden taking your shirt off.

“You were so inexperienced, so fragile, scared even…”he threw your shirt to the floor.

“I remember first time I fucked you.” His words were making you blush even more, your heart racing. 

“I can never get that feeling out of my head. Touching you for the first time was insane. I had so, so many emotions built up inside me and getting to finally make you feel physically loved was…insane” he squeezed your left boob tenderly, running his fingers over your hard nipple, smiling from how you shuddered.

“Now look at you. It’s been so long but you still seem so innocent and small and fragile, and you still make me lose my mind every time I see your legs shake like that because of me.” The need in between your legs was getting too much to bare. You put your hand in his hair and nudged him a little.

“Now look at you, so needy for me. What do you want babe? Say it.” He smirked finally touching you again.

“You…”

“What do you want me to do babygirl?” You could feel his hot breath right above your wet entrance, squeezing around nothing. 

“I.. I….”

“Shh, don’t be shy baby, we both know how dirty you can be” 

“I want your tongue…on my pussy”

He gave your entrance a little smack, took off your panties and dived in. The way he was licking your folds and eating you out mixed with the after mess his words left in your mind got you shaking in seconds. You were trying to squeeze your legs together from how sensitive you were getting but he wouldn’t let you. He was eating you out like a man starved. Right before you were about to cum he stopped. You had tears tackling down your red cheeks. You couldn’t even say a word to be angry with him for edging you so badly so you just slayed there, still shaking, tears spilling from your eyes.

“Aww, baby, I have ruined you so badly.” He looked up and cleaned off his chin and lips with the back of his hand. “sometimes I feel guilty for taking your innocence. Would your parents still like me so much if they knew what I did to their babygirl in bed..?” He was fingering you mercilessly again, lips close to your ear, whispering.

“Would they approve of me still? I can’t believe I have made you so dirty and needy…” “Kook, I can’t do it anymore, I need you, please…” his eyes widened at the usage of a nickname, but he let it slide seeing how blown your eyes were and how you were writhing underneath his touch.

“Take it babe” he gritted through his teeth.

“Wanna ride me?” he asked taking you by shock.

He flipped you both over, you were now straddling his waist. You just realized his sweats were still on, stained from your wetness. You could feel how painfully hard he was right underneath you, bucking his hips up from need. You helped him get out of his pants and eagerly straddled him again, slowly sinking down on him. No matter how many times you did this you could never get used to seeing him underneath you, so beautiful, so spent from need and want, all yours. You opened your eyes and saw his head lulling back on the couch, exposing his gorgeous neck and all of a sudden you got a terrible urge to wrap your hands around it, but you didn’t want to cross a line. You didn’t know what to do with your hands in the moment so you put them on his chest.

“Go on baby, you can do it” your eyes widened at his words. Did he notice what you wanted to do? 

He didn’t wait and took one of your hands and put it on his neck urging you to go harder. You were still a little nervous until you felt him twitch inside you and let out a strangled moan. He was enjoying this. Ultimate Dom Jeon Jungkook liked to be choked by his girlfriend…wow. You were just getting into it when he flipped you again and turned you around “I won’t last much longer babe”he rasped out and pushed your head into the couch perking your ass up and slamming inside you. He was going rough, abrupt, deep thrusts, making you cry out both in pain and pleasure.

“Are you close??”

“Yess, please kook, touch me please I want to feel you close to me..” you were never really vocal in bed, but his crazy pace was making you lose your mind. He gripped your hair and pulled you up by the arm, wrapping his right hand around your throat from the back and gripping your waist so tightly with his left that it would surely leave bruises. After couple more deep thrusts you felt a knot in your stomach come undone and you felt him twitch inside you and you were both cumming. He slowed down and kissed your spine, letting you fall forward into the cushions and pulling out from you. 

“Babe, we’re gonna need a new couch…” he chuckled sitting you up and looking at the mess you both made on your velvet couch. 

#bts #bts jeon jungkook #@jungkook #smut #btssmut #bts smut #bts scenarios #late night #bts drabble #kpop #kpop imagines #boyfriend #boyfriend jungkook #jungkook smut #overwatch #jungkook overwatch