#please oh please let a high level leak like this mean that they are

[qqueenofhades]

I am manifesting it I am willing it I am visualising it I am speaking it into existence

#hilary for ts #politics for ts #please oh please let a high level leak like this mean that they are #you know #ACTUALLY FUCKING DOING IT #please please please #pleasepleasepleaseplease

[tinycozycomfort]

trust fall

pairing: jackson era!joel miller x f!reader

day two of @pascalisbaby and i's joeltober: fluid exchange -> read her day two here

summary: This, that was a shy thing at first, set into motion by some passing remark you’d made all those months ago—that he would do anything for you if you just asked nice enough.

warnings/tags: pwp!, fluid exchange (come eating/spitting), oral sex (f receiving), anal play, dirty talk, mention of unprotected piv, dom/sub dynamics, pet names (honey, sweetheart, etc), praise kink, edging

word count: 1.6k

rating: explicit! 18+ only, mdni

a/n: arguably the filthiest thing i've ever written (nervous) but wow was it great practice. thank you for reading!

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“What a mess. Who’s gonna clean all this up, sweetheart?” 

He’s thumbing at the crease of your thigh where it folds into your core, pulling against the bend so that your seam widens. You can feel him looking, each cool swing of his breath fanning over the heat at your center. The slow trickle of where he leaks out of you makes your skin tighten, shrinking uncomfortably over muscle in little welts. 

Joel doesn’t take well to your lack of focus, choosing to demand your attention instead; the press of his thumb turns harder, meeting the end of his pointer to pinch. The pain is instant, but the delay from your haze makes you skip a yelp all together, straight to words like he wants.

“I’ll clean myself.” 

He hums, releasing your flesh, petting the wound where it thrums, “Now how can you reach all the way down here?”

You know this game well—where he means to reduce you to less than incapable, framing it like you’ve lost your way after what he’s just done to you. He wants to act like he can help you, when in reality it’s done to service himself, only further fueling his need to be in control—a role that toes the line between offender and caretaker. He aches to relinquish you of every responsibility, even that of thought.

Joel swipes at the come that refuses to let up where it’s dripping out, making a slow show—one that only he can see and only you can feel—of gathering and pooling and reinserting it, just to watch it slip out again. 

“I-I don’t know. But I need to get clean.” 

He’s smiling something horrible, eyes shining when you gaze down to plead your case for assistance. 

“Oh, poor thing, I know. It’s not your fault,” he dips his thumb into you before trailing up just under the bead of skin above your opening, “There’s just so much. But you’re right, we can’t have you ruining the sheets.” Joel bares his teeth again when you hiss, narrowly missing your clit when you try to maneuver your way into his hand.

You pant, barely able to piece together your cue, “How?” 

“Hard to think after the way I fucked you, hm?” He brushes his free hand across the hill of your cheek, pitiful, as he shakes his head in mock disbelief, “I guess I could help you, sweetheart. Do you want that?” 

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, please.” 

“There she goes. My polite girl. Same one who begged for all this mess in the first place—isn’t that right?” 

You can’t bear to try and find the words, just letting your head loll to the side so you can nod without the pain of keeping your neck straight. He’s unraveling your grip thread by thread so you can become the soft, helpless thing he needs you to be. 

He shoves himself down, ducks his head to be level with your cunt, the hot vent of air around his face bleeding onto you. He’s worked up—you know it from the delicate shudder in his hands, the uneven half-steps in his breathing—and while he swears he can’t, you wish he’d fuck you again. You wriggle, back flat to the bed and knees spreading instinctively. 

Joel starts at the slip of skin separating your cunt from what sits beneath it, careful to catch what he couldn’t collect on the last sweep. His mouth is warm and his tongue gentle, but the breath it punches out of you is hard—furious.

You’re humming high in your throat, past the point of well-mannered, and he’s delighted, slipping the muscle between his lips inside of you, tilting his head just enough so that his nose can’t touch where you’re throbbing for him most. 

You beg, “Joel. Joel, please,” rolling the knobs of your spine forcefully enough to sting, trying uselessly to make contact. He huffs, forearm mashing haphazardly against the curve of your hip, flustered.

“You don’t need it, honey. Now keep still.” 

You’re full-on whining now, little pieces of sound, reedy and loud and not enough to make him feel bad, apparently. 

He nestles himself back in, the wide flat of his tongue pressing hard enough to breach your hole, spooning out everything you saved for him inside you and you start to seethe, a thin film of sweat breaking out across your chest—boiling. 

The hand you haven’t felt in a while returns to a different place, the tips of his pointer and middle brushing under where he’s eating you, the hole there wet with whatever continues to evade his mouth. 

He circles it and you fidget, begging him for anything more, the slow working of his jaw not enough to bring you to the edge. 

There’s the other half of the game—if you can’t come before he’s deemed you clean, you don’t get to at all. 

A sticky curl of love swells in your belly at how familiar you are now with this routine, how far he’s come—peeling away enough of his distance to show his face, to bring you to this. This, that was a shy thing at first, set into motion by some passing remark you’d made all those months ago—that he would do anything for you if you just asked nicely enough. 

Joel’s uncovered desire to see you need him, beg for him, just to make him relent in your favor, was intoxicating. In turn, he continues to make it harder every time for you both, upping the stakes after you barely manage to satisfy his last demand; narrow wins that remind you of just how much power he holds. Always sweet and comforting and protecting, even if from the severity of himself. 

Your stomach clenches, trying frantically to pace your breaths, to focus on the feeling of every too-long pass that has him nudging the underside of your clit, the way his fingers tease against your asshole. He hums in warning, almost done, and you knock a fist against the bed in frustration. 

He pulls away suddenly and your shoulders cave, upset by his unwarned finish, and you’re ready to apologize within an inch of your life when he pipes up. 

“Am I not enough for you, honey? You liked my cock, plenty. Why can’t you do it for my mouth, too?”

“Joel. Joel, you are—you’re enough. I just– right now I need more.” 

“No, you don’t. And I’m not going to tell you again. Now—” he uses the hand not already playing with you to dig into the meat of your thigh, nails drawn, maybe a little upset by how many words you’ve managed despite his ministrations, “Make me happy.” 

He sways low again, the return of his mouth against-underneath-inside of you making your hands curl, a warm buzz floating up through your legs and forearms to meet together in the middle. He’s fervent, determined to prove you wrong now that you’ve challenged his ability and you’re squealing, so light-headed from the effort to breathe that you’re close to stopping all together. 

Joel feeds his lip between his teeth against you reflexively, like he’s trying to hold himself back for a moment, and the idea that he’s gearing up for a long night makes you heave. 

He tries to hide his tell, taking the quickest pause to spit onto his fingers, prodding at your asshole to divert your attention, hardly sliding in as to not give you more than you’ve earned, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, now. Haven’t worked for much of anything yet.”

“But–”

“Show me you can be good, first. Shouldn’t be so hard for you, honey, c’mon.” He inches closer once more, breathing out against you, alternating between little puffs of cold exhales and firm pants of hot air.

You writhe, so pent up you feel restricted by your own body, like climbing out from a pool fully-clothed—heavy and sopping and always tipping back with resistance. Your face is on fire, fingers twisting to try and take the brunt of your need to move. 

Joel is ecstatic—you can hear the wet slide of his grin—and you’re right at the cusp of giving in when he breaks the gap, hot mouth latching onto your clit and you’re gone. You can feel it spread the length of your core first, filling out quickly to everywhere else and you jolt, legs snapping together fast enough that your knees knock above his head. 

He repositions his hands, squeezing between them to pry you open. You wedge a wrist behind you, trying to lift yourself in an effort to stop him but when you peer down, the look on his face is serene, pleading. An exercise in trust maybe—that he’s acquainted enough with your body to know your limit. 

You let yourself rest again and inhale deep, letting him work you down to a stop, the feeling of overstimulation falling into a wash of fuzzy static . Only after you unfold does Joel remove himself, pressing light kisses to the peak of your hip bone on his way up—proud. 

He leans over your torso, his chest parallel, the damp rub of your skin setting your heart off as you breathe in tandem. Selfishly, you scrabble a bit, wanting desperately to have more claim on his body. 

“Hey, hey. Shh. No need to do all that. I’m right here for you.” Joel gathers up your palm between his fingers, sliding your limp knuckles over his cheeks, the little curve of his lip. A moment passes and you reclaim ownership of it, caressing the underside of his jaw faintly. 

“Was I good?” you whisper.

“So good. See, I knew you could do it.” 

He nudges at the band of rib under your breast, “Maybe even a little too good—looking very empty now, sweetheart. What do you think we oughta do about that?”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller/reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[slickfordain]

Something for your mind | Hikaru x reader

🔭𖥔 ࣪˖ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 =͟͟͞

愛 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞-𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐱[𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞] •₊ 🧿 ❏ ❜

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Hikaru Kamiki, an infamous serial killer, who is shallow and a huge asshole behind that half-assed smile of his. A guy who leaked the address of his now dead wife, Ai Hoshino. Hikaru was never one to simply just… Discard a person and fall in love right away— but, he did have a best friend… Who he deeply cared for, because he needed them for his plans. But was it really meant for him to use such a person as sweet and delicate as you? Over the past few years you see, Hikaru has been nothing but hip to hip on you, always engulfing you into a small hug— or even giving you compliments about your style. He really liked you, and really appreciated that you were just an overall chill person, who has no care for that you’re friends with a serial killer. You just take it as fate, and he lives for it.

However… There might be a day where he— needs to kill you, but that overall depends… It’s just a possibility, because what if you’re blackmailing him someday? What if someday, you were the mastermind all along? No. He couldn’t afford that, he refused to— even though he doesn’t technically have proof of it and he’s just a mess who overthinks— Hikaru definitely means no harm, that, I can assure you with… Unless you swing it the wrong way, but you’ve been such a sweetheart he doesn’t think he needs to get rid of you.

The always smiling man, who is completely chill and casual about his unhealthy habit, feels strange around you. It’s nothing he has felt before despite he used to be with Ai… It was a new feeling… The feeling of obsession. Hikaru wasn’t dumb, he knew what this feeling was— and immediately recognized it even. It was the recognition of wanting someone, the need to possess someone’s mind and hypnotize them— To make them vulnerable and belong to him. That’s how Hikaru felt about you… Ah… He wouldn’t be all too surprised about it either… How could he be surprised, of himself obsessing over a simple girl / boy / non-binary like you? He has melted off the skins of the people who used to manipulate you for their use, has basically slaughtered the parents who never taught the bullies of yours how to apologize, and… Even murdered his own family, just for you.

It’s amusing, how a person like you makes him crazy… It’s kind of cute, now that he thinks about it like that. He thinks you’re just absolutely adorable… There was no way he could let you slip away so suddenly— no. Hikaru needed you. He needs you just like how he needed oxygen to breathe.

So, don’t be surprised whenever you exit your house, seeing well-wrapped gifts being left by your doorsteps or your bedroom door— where a name-tag is left with Hikaru’s name on it. That man is SHAMELESS and you know it; why should he hide his devotion for you? Screw this “I’d do anything for you” bs, he already does everything for you. He killed people without you needing to ask him or blink, he gives you gifts and figurines without you needing to make an effort, and overall… He picked you to be his best friend because you were just… Breathing… An odd way to love someone, a high soulmate level.

Oh, and please do not enter his basement where he has all your ex friends dead in there with their necks slit and their eyes are hanging - gauged / plucked out. You have a serial killer on the loose for you!

… Oh wait right, you’re dumb.

#various x reader #various #yandere x reader #hikaru kamiki #oshi no ko x reader #yandere oshi no ko #oshi no ko #yandere oshi no ko x reader

[miasmaghoul]

dudes i am so high.

have an unknown number of words of gross nasty raunchy-ass swissdew ft trans dew, knotting and mildly undernegotiated piss. dont worry hes into it

but i mean it its NASTY ♡

Swiss getting him face down, ass up, pinning Dew's face to the bed while he rails him. Dew grabbing at the sheets and just gagging for it, so noisy and desperate. Swiss really giving to him, hard and deep just like they both like it. Running his mouth the whole time about how he's gonna fill Dew up, gonna make him take his knot, gonna get so deep inside.

Dew cums the second Swiss shoves it in, spasming and soaking Swiss's thighs. Swiss spills everything he has in Dew's perfect cunt, gripping his hips and grinding as deep as he can go. Telling Dew how good he feels, how well he's squeezing him, what a perfect hole he has.

Every clench wrings another dribble from him, and Swiss has a terrible idea.

He pulls out with effort while his knot is still half inflated, loving the gasp Dew gives him when it pops out. He doesn't pull back all the way, though. Leaves the tip inside. Swiss grabs Dew's wrists and pulls his arms back. Makes him grab his own ass. Dew moans low in his throat and takes the hint, spreading himself as wide as he can. Swiss groans.

"Good boy," he murmurs, rocking his hips, "now push me out."

Dew makes a choked sound, his toes curl, but he listens. Clenches until Swiss's softening cock slides from his body with an overtly wet noise. Swiss hisses with it, immediately cupping Dew's cunt with a large hand.

"Fuck, what a perfect little whore you are," he bites out, rubbing his palm over swollen folds to make Dew twitch. "Now give it back to me."

Dew whimpers when the request clicks, burying his face in the sheets when Swiss slides back to kneel at the foot of the bed. Gets himself level with that gorgeous cunt, still covered by his hand.

"I want every drop, baby," he coos, pressing a kiss to Dew's thigh, "lemme see you leak for me."

He pulls back his hand, and is immediately greeted by the sight of Dew's ruined hole, still gaped from his knot and already pouring his own mess. Swiss whines when it slides down over Dew's still-trobbing clit, a slippery trail that drips onto the damp sheets below. He runs encouraging hands over Dew's quivering thighs, shaking with the sheer level of exposure.

"Like that, just like that," Swiss rasps, licking his lips. "Push - yeah, push it out, oh fuck."

Swiss devolves into messy praise and curses, high on the sight of Dew's cunt clenching around nothing when he bears down.

"More, keep going," Swiss pants, fondling his still sensitive cock. No way he can get hard again so soon, but this it fucking him up beyond reason. "Every drop, sweetheart, you can do it."

Dew lets out a reedy whine, adjusting his grip to open himself wider, arching his back so Swiss can get a good look inside. So shamefully exposed, the little ghoul utterly embarrassed and so woefully into it. He bears down again, harder this time and -

"Oh."

They gasp it in unison when Dew leaks a tiny stream of piss along with Swiss's cum, immediately clenching hard enough to staunch it. He makes the saddest sound, but Swiss can't help his own deeply pained moan.

"Oh, baby," he huffs, reeling a little, "gimme that too, let it out for me, let me see it." He's babbling, he knows it, but he cant stop. His hips rock against the mattress, a useless little rut that feels good anyway. "Please, fuck, please lemme see -"

Swiss cuts himself off when Dew sniffles, visibly relaxing. Opening himself up again. The first few drops hit the sheets and Swiss nearly chokes on his own tongue.

The stream starts in earnest, splashing hot over Dew's thighs, and against all odds Swiss can feel himself stiffening up again.

"'m gonna fuck you again after this," he spits, "while you're all wet and sloppy." He drags his thumbs along Dew's spread lips, adoring the cry it elicits. "Then we're doing this again."

Dew sobs, but he can't hide the way his chubby clit throbs.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #or ramblings i guess #just utter filth either way #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss/dew #swiss x dew #PISS!!! #this is so gross lmao

[weepinwriter]

My guess is:

MC was some sort of spy or an undercover cop sent to collect information within the rebellion because they were one of the best spies/cops possible to send in (hence them having plenty muscle memory despite amnesia)

MC instead started to believe in the cause and ended up abandoning their original mission— and their bosses knew that

MC slowly climbed up the hierarchy, high enough to be handed sensitive, crucial information, and the bosses realized they could try to catch MC and extract all that information

They knew MC enough to form a successful ambush, kidnapping them while also getting to wipe out and/or arrest some important rebels, but they didn't realize MC would go as far as to erase/block their own memory just to keep important information away from them

However, because MC did it hastily, it was sloppy work and they ended up accidentally putting themselves in a coma that lasted two long years

MC was high ranking enough that capturing them was enough to make the rebellion wobble, but the loss of some other important figures and the bosses strategically leaking that MC was a spy that ended up demoralizing and distracting the majority: they believed it was MC who gave the intel that led to the murder and arrest of high-level rebels and leaders, and now they were hiding like a coward

Basically, MC was made out to be the scapegoat, a traitor to the rebellion, hence why the survivors hate their guts

After the incident, it was easy to wipe out the rebels, but still, some important people did manage to escape and lay low, people MC has information on

MC cannot be let go: they have important information tucked away in a dark corner of their mind that can still be extracted, they are too powerful and charismatic that they can end up forming a second group of rebels more powerful than the other should they bring back their memories, and other surviving rebels might kill them

And now... we are here at today lol MC in jail, hated by the population that remembers them both before and after the rebellion, under the close surveillence of their former bosses

OH LORD I WAS ITCHING TO ANSWER THIS ASK FOR A WHILE, BUT NOW THAT I CAN, CAN I PLEASE PLEASE TELL YOU WHAT A MAGNIFICENT WORK OF ART THIS THEORY HERE IS????

It's *multiple chef kisses* JUST.PERFECT. although not entirely correct, there are some part in this super long and deliciously juicy theory that I can't help but fear that you are some sort of telepath to closely guess the basic storyline I had in mind. I mean the part about MC being a spy was quite far fetched, however them being ambushed and used as a scapegoat to topple the rebellion and becoming the centre of everyone's ire is quite close. I won't say anything more for fear of revealing anymore sensetive information and possibly spoil the fun, but this is one theory that I can gladly read over and over and never lose interest in. It's that good.

Anon are you a telepath in hiding possibly? 🧐 How could you come up such an amazing theory that mindblew me so much.

I love this theory and I hope to see more such theories, it makes it so much more fun to answer your asks and also gives me a good laugh (plus puzzled head scratch) every once in a while!

#interactive fiction #if game #current wip #road to heaven if #asks #interactive game #theories

[the-diabolist]

Celia in the nursery with a shotgun

Kinktober 2022, day 6 - I was unsure which direction to go with this one, I hope it's close to what you were looking for!

c.w: afab reader, lactation (I still feel weird writing that), bit of mommy kink (and weirder writing that), breeding, strap-on use. I'm not obsessed with boobs, you are! (Celia definitely is.) 700w

You tackle her into bed with a giggle, pinning her beneath you as your lips meet in a succession of deep kisses. She cups your face, pulling you as close as possible, until you both have to break away for air.

"I think you've got too much clothing on, little mouse," she purrs, tugging at your shirt.

"I could say the same of you," you reply, sliding a hand between her thighs and up her skirt, stroking her through her underwear.

"Oho, someone's eager," she laughs.

"Yep. Get naked."

"I don't know how, you'll have to show me~"

You wrestle, each of you trying to undress the other, until you achieve unbroken skin-to-skin contact. Pressed together, you kiss her again as her hands trail down your sides, rub circles at your hips, and dip between your legs. Her fingers find your clit and stroke slowly, making you arch into her touch.

"Mmm, cheating," you groan. "I was planning to spoil you."

"Ooh, well, come here then," she says, nudging you up on your hands and then sliding lower below you, until she's level with your chest. She wraps her arms around your middle and nuzzles your breasts, making them jiggle, pressing her face against the soft flesh. She takes a few licks, then does a little nibbling, and finally wraps her lips around your nipple and starts to suck.

A jolt travels from that point of contact to your abdomen, as if connected by a wire; a low moan emanates from your throat, which is mirrored by her as she swallows down mouthful after mouthful of milk.

"Ah - god, that feels so good," you murmur, high-pitched and needy. Celia pulls away just long enough to speak.

"Tastes good, too."

She licks a rough stripe across your nipple, then switches to the other side. This time, as she suckles, her fingers return to your clit and circle it smoothly, occasionally dipping into your core - but only shallowly, much to your frustration.

She pulls away again after a particularly loud moan from you, swatting your hip lightly.

"Let me up, but stay on your elbows and knees," she says, in the commanding tone she uses when she means business. You shift to free her but otherwise stay where you are as she rises and moves behind you, crossing the room. It sounds like she's rummaging through a drawer, and you think you know what she's after. Excitement sparks in your belly, sweeping away some of the foggy arousal you'd been feeling before.

The sound of her donning her strap-on is one you're familiar with, and you bite your lip in pleasant anticipation as you wait. Your breasts are still leaking; you can feel the thin trails of liquid cooling in the air.

Soon enough, she's laying her hands on your hips and leaning down to kiss along your spine.

"I think it's time for mommy to put another baby in you," she purrs, and you can feel her lining up the toy.

"Oh, god, please," you breathe, spreading your knees a little wider for her.

"Yeah? You want me to breed you?" She teases you with the head of the vibrator, sliding it in and out of you without pushing deeper.

"Yes, mommy," you whimper, "fill me up... please...."

"Of course, baby," she says, and thrusts her hips, nearly hilting the toy all at once. You cry out insatiably, hands fisting in the sheets, arching your back to let her go deeper - which she does with another roll of her hips.

She picked the big one, you think, and you're glad she did. The stretch is delicious; every time she slides out and pushes back in, the fill and the friction are toe-curling. Her pace gets faster and harder, rough, rocking your body back and forth helplessly, bouncing your dripping breasts with every thrust.

"Come for me while I knock you up," she orders, and hits the vibrate button on the remote.

You shatter almost instantly, coming with a shriek. She fucks you through it - doesn't even turn the vibration off, making you frantic with overstimulation for a blissfully torturous minute. Finally, she shuts off the toy and pulls out, letting you collapse to the mattress, panting.

She crawls over to lay beside you, pulling you close, planting a kiss on your temple.

"You good?" she asks softly.

"I'm great," you sigh, content. "Give me like 5 minutes to regain feeling in my legs, and then it's your turn, gorgeous. No more distractions!"

She laughs.

"Deal."

#I felt a little weird about the Derek one and I also feel a little weird about this one #I guess because the subject matter is more niche. plus I'm new to writing it #it's not bad. just weird #rune writes fanfic #the price of flesh #celia lede #tpof celia #kinktober 2022

[ateezinmymind]

ateez and their size kink

warning: smut, fem! reader

requested by anon,, thank you so much!! i hope this is okay.. i’m sorry if it’s not— i’m on the taller side so— i’m like :/ eh?

hongjoong:

to be one hundred percent honest i think he wouldn’t be one to say he’d have that kink ..at first !!

but the way you would just look so cute under him while he’s railing into you... he’s like wait

he’d love to run his hands all over you just to see the comparison

cups your boobs/chest

because he’s shorter.. he’d never put it away

like ALWAYS teasing you..

“hey joongie” you call from your room to your lover in the living room. making him enter the room to you laying on the bed, sprawled out on your back- causing his dick to twitch in his pants from the sight of your body. your robe the only thing on your body, loosely fit and opened, letting your glistening heat be the center of attention.

“naughty little baby... what are you doing?” he growls out coming to the edge of the bed, grabbing ahold of your ankles to pull you closer to his growing member. gasping out from the sudden jerk and now close proximity to his tent- you stutter out your best “mmmh- i need you p-pretty please?”

“and what exactly does my baby need?” he says lowly, now squeezing your thighs deliciously in his hands. making you shiver, “your cock.”

“is that right?” hongjoong hums out when he brings his hands down to rake up your stomach and to your beautiful breasts. causing you to whine more and put your hands over his, and then to his zipper- fumbling with it while chanting and repeating “yes”

he just watches the pout form upon your lips when your hands are too shaky, so when you huff out- hongjoong immediately pushes you back down and shows you how to do it properly. ending with him fucking your tiny pussy before he could even take off his clothes.

“little baby... so small”

seonghwa:

cocky #1

melts his heart honestly.. like how??

DIRTY TALKER

or more like dirty praises?

please let him cum in your tiny pussy

HE WILL FILL YOU FULL

he wondered if it was just affecting him- how small you were in comparison.

you were so small and cute, it made seonghwa become someone he had to calm down. constantly touching you, you were his little thing to fuck and love- not anyone else’s

“you like that huh? my thick cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he growls right against the shell of your ear, while you throw your head back into his neck letting out moans of pleasure.

“yes, yes! seonghwa you’re so big”

and always when you did your chanting about how much you were in admiration for his bigger size, immediately and always made seonghwa want to bust.

it was something he took so much pride into, like yes. yes he was so big, only for you- and he would never live it down, constantly reminding you in anyway that you were on the lower level.

“mmmh gonna fuck my cum in you yeah? you want that? to fill you so full it’ll spill out of your tiny hole?”

just give him the go ahead and he’ll let go.

only to fuck you over and over again until everything spills to your thighs and onto the bedsheets

yunho:

please wear his clothes

he LOVES to fuck you in his big hoodie/shirt

TUMMY BULGE!!

he knows he big so he’s extremely careful when you’re so much smaller

cockwarming!!

but deep down he really wants to destroy you

as he watches his cock slide in and out of your wet heat from his hovering stance. yunho’s hands veiny, under your (his) clothes and resting on your stomach- he feels himself poke from your inners.

the feeling sending him into oblivion, hips frantic- but gentle hearing every whimper fall from your little lips and how your walls clench desperately around him.

“baby? s-stop clenching so hard” groaning out watching your eyes roll back and body to grow limp in his big hoodie covering your top half, yunho feels himself start to lose control

“b-but i can’t- you feel so good yuyu” moaning out blissfully. each word and sounds making him grow hotter and harder

your legs spread apart so wonderfully for him, as he fucks into your body cushioned on the bed. the morning sun peeking ever so slightly from the window blinds, lighting the room- such a beautiful setting for such lewd antics

slapping sounds, so erotic- waking up wanting and needing you, yunho had caved in

you were so small, but by far the warmest- pleasurable feeling

yeosang:

he’d be like ... wow ... tiny

hahahHAHAH jkjk no

but he’d be soooo AMAZED

like.. for real would think he’s going to break you

i think he would really like you to give him HANDJOBS!!

your tiny hands wrapped around him— fuck

he didn’t think that watching a show on tv, with you sitting on the floor while he in the sofa- you between his legs. that he’d be getting hard and actually cause you to crack first.

no way was yeosang going to interrupt your show for a little bedroom playtime, so when it was you who made the first move- things set sail

your fingers brushing over his tip, gathering his leaking arousal- yeosang kept his eyes down watching every move of your small digits and the way both your hands jacking him off looked.

you made him feel huge, and it was true

“y/n- fuck” bucking his hips up, yeosang twitches closer to the edge

having no idea why you’re making him feel close so fast, you just were irresistible with those small features…. all so tempting-

“you can’t even wrap your hands around me~”

but just wait until after he grunts out his dirty comments and amazement, and cums over your hands- it’ll make him hard all over again, and then he’ll compare his size to the tightness of your cunt

san:

cocky #2

are we surprised? not really no

but there’s two things.. does he want to rip you apart or spare you the delicacy?

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD

if he’s hornyyyy- it’s game over

he’ll do the whole nine— but you better beg

okay doggy would be a position you and san spend having sex in quite a lot.

especially if he’s feeling greedy and pretty much like the most prideful man on earth- because.. i mean he’s the biggest compared to the little baby you are.

“this small pussy takes my big cock so well huh?” he questions you in a low level moan while gripping ahold of your hips tightly

hitting in you perfectly every time, cries of pleasure rip out of you- as your arms can’t keep your upper body up any longer. “mmm- yes! only for you!”

san loves holding his hands on the small of your back while moving his hips in deliberately- making you fall apart just to his doing. your moans made him gleam with delight. and he couldn’t get enough.

so when san pulls out of your sopping cunt- leaving your orgasm to fade away into the midst of no pleasure. and you begin the begging

oh boy. “sannie! n-no don’t stop!! please stretch me out!” with a pout on your lips and hands trailing down to play with your clit- “i need your big cock~”

he’s back in- pounding into you like no tomorrow.. better yet, you’ll be going on until tomorrow- up all night, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your little body

mingi:

princess boy would think you were so cute

omg like :O

YOU ON TOP = MOANING MESS

your small body taking his big everything would make him so bananas

like.. please RIDE HIS THIGHS

climbing on the thickness of mingi’s thighs, two things were going to happen. one; he was going to take in every second of your show and not take any of it further for him, or two; bring the aftermath of it upon you. meaning you caused this achingly hard erection to occur with the friction of your pussy against his thighs, so why don’t you just be so kind and take care of it?

seeing you on top of his spread legs, bouncing yourself up and down his dick- made him feel warmth succumb every part of his body.

“y/n, baby- yes!” deep moans into the air, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing. mingi wouldn’t have it any other way

your thighs straddling him, his cock sheathed into you at the pace you make for yourself- all of it was pure bliss

mostly it was when you reached your high. that he couldn’t take it any longer.

your hands gripping tightly into his shoulders, as you continuously abused your sweet hole with him, clenching, moaning- throwing yourself forward to his chest.

once you hit your climax, mingi needs to pull out to spurt his cum over the small of your stomach. absolutely covering you with his white paint. so much of it- just to be splattered about, all over your panting and heaving self was absolutely pristine

wooyoung:

cocky #3

holy hell, YOURE GOING TO NEED HELP

he will ALWAYS make sure you know just how small you really are

like... oh? you can’t reach that? too bad

SO RUDEEE (not really but like) TEASE!

SUCK HIM OFF PLEASE!! he’ll get so whiny

“you little whore huh? really that’s what you are! a tiny little wh- uH~!”

constantly. everytime he’d ramble about having his thick big dick in the smallest little thing of a mouth you have, giving him just a quick suck and pump of your hands- sent wooyoung into a babbling mess.

to the point where you’d have him bucking up with need- because all you do is be small. that’s it.

be the small thing he gets to fuck and love.

oh? you’re hungry? take his cock. oh? you’re bored? take his cock.

it was simple yet exciting. you loved taking him in every way. and he loved the way you- so little yet so proud and confident that wooyoung wouldn’t let it go.

“you j-just can’t get enough can you?” as soon as the stuttering comes repeatedly- it was a cue for you to brace yourself for a load of his seed.

lips wrapped tight around him, your wet little tongue licking and ravishing…. what a sight.

it’s even better when it’s decorated with the milky white of his cum~

jongho:

something inside him will unlock

and he will want to suddenly make you a MESS

MANHANDLING i swear on it

he will lift you up just in regular life

AND in the bedroom

DOES ALL SORTS OF FUCKING- against the wall, standing, etc

it was the little whine that escaped your mouth when jongho had picked you up from the floor and onto the counter when you two were making out- that he knew, fuck yes.

“oh? you’re becoming more and more dumb each time i fuck your tight pussy, hmm” jongho can help the lowness of his voice to become while feeling the way you get even tighter around him, “maybe i ought to fuck you with something else but my cock?”

“no! no! y-your cock please mmmmh- only yours jongho!” your pleading whines that turn into moans into the crook of his neck, for the way he holds you leaves you no choice but to throw your head into

having your body pinned against the wall, so small- easy to use in his advantage and liking

jongho enjoyed the way you were able to be taken anywhere, and in any way. while even during the normal of the day in life- and your going about in public, how you constantly pressed your tiny hands against his abdomen holding him close. jongho, either had a hand cupping your ass or you palming him

no matter the circumstance. jongho lives to see the baby he loves- so small and sweet be needy and breakable to his every demand…

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[venusiangguk]

hand-picked | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / famous!jk x sex worker!oc

>>genre: strangers to lovers, smut, pwp, teaser, drabble

>>word count: 2.8k

>>warnings: glory hole au!!!, cocky jk, bad boy jk, stripper oc, sex work, sexual tension, awkward tension, hand job, blowjob, cumshot, cum on tits, pay for play, semi-anonymous sex, dirty talk, dishonesty...  that’s it i think zzz

>>notes: if u don’t like sex workers ur ugly and i hate u 😌 also ty to @wheresmymoniat​ for betaing n helping me out, ily <3 *repost bc tag issues don’t mind me 🙄*

>>summary: glory holes weren’t a real thing... at least until you’re on your knees for a stranger, cock in your face, with nothing but a curtain between you.

Despite your nerves, you grasp the semi-hard cock in front of you, attached to a nameless person behind the curtain. For a moment you wonder what the hell you’re doing, but the soft sigh that you hear brings you back to the present. You stroke up and down, watching as he starts to become fully aroused. The foreskin rolls over the pink tip on every upstroke. You bite your lip. The silence is awkward, but you think maybe the whole situation is.

 “So... what do you do? Like… not specifically of course, but are you an idol? An actor? You can be vague…” 

 Behind the curtain, Jeongguk, whom you don’t know the identity of, stiffens just a bit. Will his voice give him away? Maybe, but he was never one to turn down an opportunity to boast about himself and his achievements.

 “I’ve done it all,” His voice is airy, softer than he would like, but your hand on his cock is speeding up, and so is his breathing. “I’m good at all of it too.”

 You hum at the man’s response. Cocky. “Isn’t saying you’re good at a lot of things just another way of saying you’re not good enough at one thing? So you have to compensate by spreading yourself thin?” You gasp a small giggle when you feel the cock in your hand jump a little at your words. “Did you like that? It wasn’t meant to be degrading, but if that’s what you’re into-“

 “It’s not- that.” He doesn’t know if he’s denying your psychoanalyzation, or your keen interpretation of the way his cock reacted to your psychoanalyzation but one was more inaccurate than the other. He actually was great at most everything he did, no need to overcompensate like you assumed. 

 Your small hand tightens, and you rub your thumb at the underside of the head, you let out a small pleased noise when you see a bead of precum well at the tip. “Really? You’re starting to leak a little.”

 You sound amused and humorous and if Jeongguk had it in him he would be annoyed or even upset at the way you’re talking to him. You were basically hired help, a means to an end. He glances down his torso at his hard cock in your tiny, well-kept manicured hands. Your nails are a dark red, burgundy color. It complements your skin well, he thinks. He can’t see much of you, just your forearms, along with the bottom part of your tummy and your legs. You’re sitting on your knees between his spread out thighs, feet tucked under you. From the tight black leggings you’re wearing and the slim-fit long sleeve white crop top you have on, Jeongguk can tell you have a good figure. Your waist is tapered in, tiny and cinched, and your hips are wide enough to accentuate it, letting him know you’ve got a petite hourglass frame. You aren’t too skinny though, there’s a softness to your body that he likes. It’s not like he needed the tight fitting clothes to know what your body looked like, though. He’s already seen more of it than he is right now. His mind flashes to the club.

 You may be hired help, but you were hand-picked by him. 

 “It’s just-“ He contemplates what to tell you and settles for, “It’s been a while.”

 “Since?” You push. You hear footsteps outside and you hand stops, scared for some reason that you’ll get caught doing something bad. As if the door wasn’t locked and being guarded. Behind the black curtain, his hips lift just barely, urging you to keep going. Don’t stop.

 “Since someone’s helped me.” Jeongguk’s head rolls back when your hand starts moving again. It’s been at least a few months since he’s gotten off with someone, his hand being his only companion. After the situation blew up even more than it had in months prior, his leash was tight. No wiggle room at all. He was suffocating and desperate. He almost cried when his team propositioned this arrangement, embarrassing as it was.

 When he speaks, his voice is soft and everything is said with a sigh. He sounds so relieved, like it feels so good to be in your palm, like he’s been waiting for your hand on his cock forever. You blush, and right your thoughts. You don’t even know who he is or what he looks like. Still, you ask, “Does it feel good, do you like it?” Tone soft to match his.

 Jeongguk nods and swallows thickly. Eyes still closed, letting the pleasure slowly work its way through his veins. Then he remembers you can’t see him. “Yeah.” He breathes.

 You hum and keep up your ministrations. Not slow, but not fast either. You’re not quite sure what he likes yet, but the soft moans that flutter through the curtain at least let you know what you’re doing isn’t wrong. 

 “I like your hands,” He surprises you by saying. “They’re so small; soft,” A more vocal sound falls from his lips when you twist your hand on the upstroke. He’s chuckling when he says, “Kinda strokes my ego a little bit.”

 You glance at the cock in your hand. It’s pretty. Thick and pink. A pleasant kind of heavy in your hand. The veins running over it are subtle enough to not be ugly or intimidating. The only intimidating thing about it is the size. He’s big. And you’re sure he already knows that. 

 You snort. “I don’t think you need that stroked.”

 This makes him laugh a little harder. It’s a nice sound. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” He hums, you think you can hear a smile in his voice. It’s quiet again for just a moment before he says, “Will you- faster? Make your hand a little tighter too- yeah, like that.”

 His hips sink into the chair when you comply with his requests before he’s bringing them back up, subtly thrusting into your palm. You fight back a moan; you shouldn’t be getting hot for someone you don’t even know right? This was strictly business. Still, you can’t help the slight shifting you do, squeezing your legs together for a little bit of pressure on your pussy.

 Jeongguk notices. “Are you turned on?”

 “No!” You squeak.

 “You can touch yourself,” He offers.

 “No!” You insist, “I-I’m fine.Thank you though.” You say dumbly.

 He doesn’t say anything more, focuses on your hand on him, tugging just how he asked. His hand rubs over his stomach, flexing as he teases himself, his own light touches mixed with your strokes brings goosebumps over his skin. “Feels, so good.” He groans, eyes watching your hand under the curtain.

 Encouraged, you bring your other hand up and massage lightly at his balls. They’re hairless, the only hair he has is the small trimmed patch above the base of his cock. He’s well kept and has good hygiene. That alone was attractive to you, stranger or not.

 When you palm his balls, his legs spread as far as they can with his black cargo pants still around his calves, his big black stomper boots keeping them from being shed all the way. “Fuck,” He moans deep and loud for you. One of his hands comes down past the curtain and reaches for you before he quickly pulls it back. You think you saw a flash of ink on it, but you can’t be too sure, mind kind of fuzzy with poorly hidden arousal. The opposite hand comes into view, and your mouth parts in awe as he covers your own hand with his. It’s so much bigger than yours, completely enveloping it as he strokes himself off, using you in a way. Then again the whole arrangement was you both using each other. 

 “You’re mouth- put your mouth on it,” He sighs, pleasure just dripping from his lips. His cock is rock hard in both your hands, and you can tell he’s getting close.

 You hesitate. “Will… will you be able to see me?”

 Jeongguk comes out of his desire induced high a little bit and realizes what he said. He wants it, fuck does he want your mouth, but he probably should have asked. “No, no. I’ll lower the curtain a bit more if you want, and you don’t have to swallow. You don’t even have to suck it if you don’t want- like I know we have a thing going on but I would never like- force you I-“

 He’s rambling a tad so you cut him off. “I want to, I think,” You whisper, taking in his intimidating size again, “I just- if I can’t know who you are, you can’t know who I am.” You blush feeling a little childish.

 Jeongguk keeps the fact that he already knows what you look like and more or less who you are, at least on a surface level, to himself as he moves the curtain to the next lower notch, the bar resting just above his pelvis now. He can’t really see much of you at all anymore. “That’s fair, yeah, just-“ With your confirmation that you do in fact want to suck him off, he can’t keep the lustful neediness out of his voice, “Please.”

 You take a deep breath as you wrap both of your hands around his cock, the tip still poking out the top. Tentatively you lick at his frenulum and the sound that comes from behind the curtain is obscene. His hips twitch and everything. You want to hear his noises, all of them, so you do it again. You flick your tongue fast over the most sensitive underpart of the head, before placing wet sucking kisses to the same area, almost making out with the tip of his cock.

 “Oh my god-“ His body is pulled taut, and his hands are gripping the chair that he’s sitting in. “Fuck that’s- I love that.” He says, head dropping back, mouth open in a silent moan. 

 You moan against the tip of his cock, not able to hold yourself back anymore. Wrapping your lips around it, you take the head all the way into your wet, hot mouth, and suck. You lap up all the precum that leaked out, and point your tongue to play with the slit. The man behind the curtain is loud for you, letting you know just how good you’re making him feel. You get so lost in it that you don’t register him raising the curtain bar just enough for him to slip his hand past and push you off.

 “S-sorry,” He says, panting, “I was about to cum.”

 You make a small sound of confusion. “That’s okay, I can swallow- If you want me to.”

 Jeongguk shakes his head behind the curtain. “No, I- I wanna watch… see your hands stroke me off.” His request is quiet but his cock pulses in your hand, needy and hot. Already begging for release, despite you not being at it for that long.

 Wordlessly, you start stroking again, gathering the spit that’s on his tip to make the slide easier. It doesn’t take much time at all before his thighs are flexing and you can see the lower part of his abs tensing. 

 “Close,” He whispers.

 Jeongguk watches as your tiny hands fly up and down his cock, grip tight just like he showed you. He’s doing his best to not fuck up into your hands, wanting to just rely on you and your movements, but it’s hard. Small eager little thrusts of his hips show you how ruined he is. And it’s just a handjob. He knows. If he was present enough he would probably be embarrassed by how angry and red his cock is, swollen and hot in your palm. And he’s just so wet, leaking all over the place making the strokes of your hand loud in the room. 

 He watches as you hunch over some, to where he can see everything below your neck, and your free hand comes up to your shirt. He sees you struggle a little bit as do your best to get the collar down under your bra, with only one hand before squeezing at your tits. “Do you want to cum on them?” You whisper.

 “Fuck, please.” He whines high pitch and needy, all reservations out the window. 

 You hum, and work your arm faster over his cock, the rapid movements making your tits jiggle. “Do it, cum for me… cum all over my tits.”

 You can’t see him, but Jeongguk’s face is lewd. Pleasure so apparent on his features, it almost looks painful. His eyebrows are furrowed, his mouth open, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes are wet and glassy, so overwhelmed by finally getting help after so long of cumming by himself. He’s chanting soft, pornographic yeah’s and yes’s until his whole body curls in on itself, you can see the way his legs tremble as he moans, “Fuck, I’m cumming.”

 He forces himself to keep his eyes somewhat open, lidded and heavy with arousal, as he shoots all over your chest. You’re moaning with him behind the curtain as you work him through his orgasm, despite no physical pleasure being given to you, and that makes another small shot of cum dribble from his spent cock. You lean forward, careful of your identity, and wipe the leftover milky substance on your already soiled skin and black bra. You slap the slowly softening cock on them for good measure and Jeongguk groans.

 You keep playing with his cock, not sure if he’s the type to like it or the kind that wants you off right after he finishes, but he winces and reaches his hand under after not too long, stopping you.

 “Please,” He whines.

 His voice is fucked out, and your pussy aches, needy and wet in your panties. “Oh, sorry…”

 He laughs lightly. “No, no. Don’t say sorry… You’re like- so good.” Jeongguk sighs to himself out of your view. He’s leaning back in the chair, while running a hand through his sweaty hair. Little tremors of pleasure are still coursing through him, when he closes his eyes, blissed out, dazed and relaxed. Finally, after months of being pent up. “So, so good.” He murmurs softly, distractedly. 

 His hand that reached under the bar to grab yours to stop you, is lazily rubbing over the back of your hand, hold light and subconscious against his thigh. He probably doesn’t even know he’s doing it and you blush, shyly pulling your hand away. He doesn’t show any sign of even noticing and you both settle into a soft quiet, only your breaths sounding in the room.

 “Um.” You say eloquently.

 “Fuck sorry.” Jeongguk says, scooting the chair back to put his now soft cock away. He rolls his eyes to himself. Way to get stuck in the afterglow by himself with his flaccid cock in some girls face. “Let me get you a towel.”

 “Should I put the blindfold back on?” You ask.

 “Uh- Yeah.” He says stilted. This is weird. You just made him cum so hard he almost knocked out, and now he’s making you cover your eyes so you don’t figure out who he is. 

 You hear the hesitation in the man’s voice and assure him that it’s okay, while grabbing the blindfold you tucked into the waistband of your leggings. You knew how it went, you signed the papers. Patiently you wait until you hear him coming back and sense a soft moist towel being shoved under the bar. You blindly grab it with a soft, “Thanks.”

 “I’ll go wait in the bathroom so you can- I don’t know…? Get ready to go I guess.” You hear his heavy boots retreat to the bathroom, that’s located on his side of the curtain, assuring that he wouldn’t be seeing you on his way.

 With the blindfold off, you go about cleaning yourself. Your knees crack when you stand up after being sat on them for so long. Wincing, you run a hand through your long hair and walk over to the table where you left your bag. You leave the used rag in its place and you shoulder the purse. About to make your way to the door, you pause.

 “I’m uh- leaving?” You yell unsure.

 “Okay,” He yells back through the door. “Did you- did they- your- did they give you the-“ He stutters, not sure how to ask if you got paid.

 The wad of cash in your purse is heavy. Figuratively and literally. “Yeah, they did.” 

 “Okay… Good. I’ll um see you next time?” He sounds hesitant and shy. 

 You laugh. “Yeah I guess so.” And with that, you make your way out of the hotel, thinking that he sounds a whole lot less entitled and cocky than he did when you first got there.

~~~

hiii guysss! thanks for reading this lil drabble! This is kind of like a teaser for a longer fic i have on the back burner (let me know if you like the concept and want me to continue!) but i wanted to post something because i havent for a few weeks bc i have been soo busy with school pls i want to cry 🥲 i should be doing maths as i post this lmao. ANYWAY! thanks again for reading, if u liked it, pls like, comment, reblog, or even send an ask! love talking to u guys n feedback is always lovely <3

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[magpie-to-the-morning]

With a Twist - Part Two

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLIY)

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Female!Reader

Wordcount: 3k

Tags: Kink, BDSM, Established relationship, Dom!Whiskey, Sub!Reader, Smut, Vaginal fingering, Anal play, Teasing, Begging, Impact play, Flogging, Unprotected PiV sex, Wrap it before you tap it please, Rough sex, Slight degradation kink, Aftercare, Sweetness

Summary: When Whiskey agrees to join you on a weekend at a fetish convention, you both get more than you bargained for.

Part One

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By the time you hear Whiskey’s keycard clicking in the lock, you’re spread out on the tastefully luxurious ivory hotel sheets, wearing only a silky black lingerie set you’d packed for the weekend. 

“Well hello, gorgeous,” he greets you, already shedding his own tie and jacket as he makes his way towards you. 

Tilting your face up for a kiss, you shift to your knees as he joins you on the bed wearing only his boxer briefs. You’d switched off the high-powered air conditioning unit as soon as you changed but the room is still chill, raising rippling gooseflesh over your bare limbs that Whiskey soothes with strokes of his broad, warm palms. 

Nosing at your cheek, he asks “You do what I told you, pretty?” His voice is already husky and low.

You bite your lip, coquettish. “Why don’t you check?”

With a smirk, he drags one lazy hand up your thigh. He’s kissing you, tongue stroking yours, when he reaches the cleft of your ass. Feeling the absence of a toy, he stops cold and pulls back, fixing you with a stern, questioning glare. “I thought I made myself clear, sweet girl. Didn’t you like my gift?”

“I love it,” you assure him. “I just- didn’t want to try it without you.” It’s only a half truth, and the glint in his eyes tells you he knows it. 

“Now that is not what I call good manners,” he chides, mock-offended. “Maybe I should teach you a lesson, really make an impression.”

Your breath hitches at the insinuation. “You mean-“

“I do.” He stands, looking resigned to the task at hand, as though almost sorry for the punishment he’s about to inflict on you. That sweetness mixed with steely resolve has arousal leaking out of you already. “Hands on the headboard.” 

You move to obey, endeavoring to maintain some level of dignity- though your rapid breathing surely gives away how excited you are for this. He surprises you by not reaching straight for the flogger but rather pulling a little tin out of another shopping bag. You turn to him, confusion clear on your features. “Jack, what-”

He chucks you lightly under the chin, a look of syrupy pity in his brown eyes. “You didn’t think I’d give you what you wanted so quickly, did you?” His grip tightens, grasping your jaw so you can’t look away. “I told you I was going to pay, and after this little stunt? Oh, sweetheart. It’s going to be a long night for you.” 

He lets you go so suddenly you stumble, catching yourself against the headboard as he steps away from the bed. When you turn your head to follow his progress he barks “Eyes front!” You’re forced to rely on your hearing to tell you what he’s up to. There’s the sound of another bag rustling, then water splashing in the bathroom sink. He’s gone for just enough time that you start worrying he’s going to leave you like this before you hear his heavy tread making its way back to you, and then the mattress tipping ever so slightly as he comes to sit behind you. You’re still up on your knees, fingers wrapped around the leather headboard, and you know better than to look over your shoulder at him- though you do straighten up sharply when you hear the metallic rasp of a tin opening. 

“Is that the arousal balm?”

“It sure is. You seemed to like it well enough before, what if I put it somewhere… else?” 

Jack’s fingers pull, gently but insistently, at the straps of your bra, lowering them down your shoulders without removing it fully. He reaches around to fondle your breasts over its lacy cups before delving below them, rolling and pinching your nipples, his fingertips lightly coated in that slippery balm. At first it just tingles, cool and herbal, but after a moment, heat suffuses your stiffening peaks, making you gasp and arch your back.

“Shit, Jack.”

“Tell me how it feels,” he croons.

You whimper a little but he grasps the back of your neck firmly. “Words, sweetheart.”

“They’re warm,” you gasp. “Swollen. Like- like you’ve been sucking on them for a while.”

“Are they hard?”

“Yeah,” you whine. 

He chuckles darkly. “Good.” Lowering his head he purses his full lips, mischievous eyes on yours, and blows a stream of cool air over your nipples, making you squirm. Arousal coats your thighs and they glide together as you rub them in a wasted search for friction.

Before you can beg Jack for more, his hands are moving again, this time to drag your panties down your legs. “Up- good girl.” He throws the scrap of silk and lace aside and the next thing you feel is his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you still before-

You realize what he's about to do a moment before he does it. “Oh fuck, Jack, I’m already so ready I don’t need-”

“Hush,” he orders. “We’re playing by my rules now- unless you want to give me that safeword we talked about?”

You shake your head after only a moment’s consideration. “No, I don’t.”

“But if you did want to use that word, you remember what it is?” He runs a soothing hand over your hair before gripping your throat once more- this time to purr in your ear. The whipfast changes in his demeanor leave you hanging on his every word. 

“Molasses,” you answer, daring a small smile over your shoulder.

“Good girl. Now, hold still.” Without any further warning his thick fingers are spreading you open, rubbing that balm up and down the already dripping seam of your pussy. You buck in his hold but he doesn’t let up. The bastard takes his sweet time circling your clit, working the balm in torturously slow strokes so that even before he takes his hand away you’re grinding against it, driven mad by the tingling warmth spreading through your throbbing cunt. “Jack, please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Poor thing,” he tuts, pulling his fingers away and laughing when you try to chase them. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re already begging. But I’m not through with you yet.” He lets you go, leaning over the bed to grab something new and moving to brush something against your now bare backside. 

The icy shock of stainless steel against your ass takes your breath away. 

“Oh, god.”

“Well that’s sweet darlin’, but no, it’s just me. Now be a good girl and let me get you ready for this.” He rubs one finger against the pucker of your ass, going slow and gentle. There’s no balm this time, just lube- though a trace of it lingers on his fingertip, making the feeling even more intense as he works you open. 

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Being so good for me, letting me play with your ass like this.” He slides in to the knuckle, then deeper, deeper, and you wonder if he’s enjoying the sight as much as you’re enjoying the sensation. Judging by the rasp in his voice, you suspect he is. “Ready for your present?”

“Yes,” you murmur, rocking back against his hand to show him how much you want it. He’s taken you this way before, but only with his fingers or his cock- never the intrusion of a toy. You bite your lip as he rubs the slender end of the butt plug against you. It’s cold, heavy, feeling entirely foreign as he pushes it inside you. 

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” you groan. Your mouth stretches into a perfect O as you take in the feeling of cold steel pushing into you, your innermost walls giving way before the invading object. It’s… a lot. 

Jack lays a hand on the swell of your ass, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Still good?”

“Yes, god, don’t stop.” 

He doesn’t. Inch by inch, he slides the toy in until it’s nestled fully inside you, held in place by the wide “gem” at the flared end. 

“Now that is a sight to behold,” he says wonderingly. “Does it feel good, honey?” He wiggles the gem with his fingers, making the plug shift and drag inside you.

Groaning, you nod your head. “Maybe you should try it tomorrow,” you tease. 

“Naughty thing,” he laughs, slapping your ass and making you whimper. The movement makes you clench, driving home how very full you are- and how empty.

You’ve moved well beyond any pretense of dignity at this point, needing him to the point of desperation. “Now will you fuck me? I want to feel how full this makes me with you inside me.�� You rub your slick thighs together, your cunt fluttering around nothing even as your ass clenches on the unfamiliar plug.

“I could,” Jack muses, though the thread of teasing laughter in his voice isn’t comforting. “Or…” 

The next thing you feel is a plush, featherlight weight dragging over your bare shoulders. No, several of them, followed by the flicking kiss of suede. 

Now your punishment will begin in earnest. The thought makes you mewl, eager as a kitten to give yourself over to Jack. You’ve seen him use his whip, seen the devastating precision with which he wields it. He can knock the cherry off a cigarette without striking his target’s lips and the idea of having all that vicious skill and utter control turned on you drives you fucking wild. 

“Tell me how,” he urges, his own voice straining with lust now. “Tell me how you want me to flog you.” 

“Light touches to start, then build up to more,” you pant, eager for more. “Upper back, butt and thighs for harder blows, avoid the spine and kidneys and don’t let the lashes wrap around to the front. I want it Jack, please-”

He doesn’t make you wait, though he starts off so gently you want to cry with frustration. 

His first blows are light, exploratory, though he keeps you guessing where the next will fall, and mixes them with running the fur teasingly over your body, either trailing over your shoulders or rubbing your thighs just below your weeping cunt. It takes you a moment to realize that you’ve only felt the fur so far- he must have gathered the suede lashes to hold them back.

“Clever boy. You’re a fast learner, Jack.”

“I have a good teacher- when she isn’t mouthing off.”

“Me? Mouth off? I don’t know what you’re imply-”

Your reply is cut off by the stinging smack of suede against your ass. It cracks loud enough for you to hear, making you curse and fall forward, clutching the headboard for stability. 

“Fuck, Jack!”

“Too much?” You can almost hear the shit-eating grin.

Gritting your teeth, you shake your head. “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

He clicks his tongue, pitying. “Oh, you’re gonna regret that, pretty thing.” 

Jack doesn’t let up. Thank god he doesn’t think to make you count the blows because there’s no way you’d be able to keep track of them, too swept up in the thrill, the delicious pain he’s inflicting on you. 

He flogs you until your ass tingles, hot and tender, and slick is running down your thighs. Just as you’re considering requesting a reprieve, he stops, leaning down to murmur in your ear.

“Had enough?” He’s blowing like a mustang, just as caught up in the scene as you but still checking in, still mindful of your pleasure and comfort despite the sweat dripping into his lust-blown eyes. 

God, but you love him so much. Which won’t stop you teasing him. 

“Have you? You sound a little winded, Jack. If you’re too tired after that…”

He throws the flogger down, snarling. He’s well and truly roused, and the idea that this kinky play is getting to him as much as you is thrilling. You’re both breathing hard as he wrestles you where he wants you until you’re on all fours before him- the better for him to see the jeweled plug winking between your cheeks, you assume. 

“How’m I supposed to punish you when that’s what you want?” He snarls against your back as he drapes himself over you, his cock laying thick and hard against your ass- so close to where you need him it makes you ache.

“Jack, please.” You’re babbling, your words nowhere near as important as the way your body trembles beneath his, your hips pushing into him, begging for more. “Need you so bad baby, please.” 

“Should leave you wanting,” he spits, so convincing that you wail. “Maybe that would be punishment enough.” Despite his words, the blunt head of his cock prods your dripping seam. When you whimper and try to glide over him he grips your hips hard enough to bruise. “Do you deserve this cock after the way you behaved?”

“Do you want me to grovel?” There’s a frantic edge to your voice now. “I’ll do it. I should have put the toy in myself, ok? Even if I think we both know this is what we wanted-“

He interrupts your smart remark by shoving himself inside you in a single, grunting thrust. Suddenly you are so deliciously stretched, so stuffed, so full. Your sentence collapses in a wanton moan. Any thoughts have been driven from more mind, replaced by a silent, relentless chant of more more more, harder harder harder. 

Jack has teased you, heated and flogged and taunted you, but this is where he truly unleashes himself on you. 

“Feel so fuckin’ good,” he groans, jolting you forward with every rough thrust. Growling in frustration, he pushes you forward until your head hits the pillow and he gathers your forearms into one broad hand, clutching onto you for leverage while he fucks you. The new angle grants him access to that spot that makes you scream- the sensation only enhanced by the plug taking up space inside you. Spurred on by your moans, Jack redoubles his efforts, fucking you ruthlessly into the mattress. 

Pleasure builds at the base of your spine, white hot and blazing, making your legs shake and your toes curl.

He can feel it, feel you. “You gonna come for me, sweet girl? All this rough treatment getting you off?”

“Oh f-fuck, yes, I’m so close.”

Whiskey hauls you up, your back hitting his chest as he wraps a hand lightly around your throat. “You want to come? Then tell me who this sweet pussy belongs to.” He slaps it, hard, before soothing the blow with tight, fast circles around your clit. 

“You, Jack, only you.” You’re practically sobbing, but that one truth keeps you going. Jack has you, and he’s not letting go.

“Damn straight,” he growls. “Do it then, you dirty thing, soak my fucking cock.”

Pressure builds and builds and builds until your world narrows to one perfect, shining feeling, the hanging moment of a dive before you plunge beneath the surface-and then you’re falling. Your spine bows, your mouth twisted in a silent scream, and then pleasure is rippling through you, sweet and deep and final. 

Your release soaks the dark curls at the base of Jack’s cock and he groans, finding his own edge as you reach behind and bury a hand in his hair. He pants against your neck as he pulses, coating your inner walls with thick spurts of his cum. His knees buckle and it’s only training and quick reflexes that have him rolling you both, laughing, onto your sides.

Twisting in his arms, you move to face him. Even after that furious passion, his eyes are kind, if a little tired, when you meet them, murmuring a quiet “hey.”

He grins, lopsided and boyish. “Hey, yourself.” He kisses you, sweet and languid as the safe word you never once needed. As though his mind is running in a similar direction, Jack runs a careful hand over your ass, cupping the cheek tenderly.

“Poor thing,” he tuts, this time sounding genuine- and fond. “Is there anything I can do to make it better?”

“Well for starters you could kiss my-“

He stops your mouth with his own laughing kiss. “Want to try that one more time?”

“Well, as much as I’d love another manners lesson… I think we both need a minute.” Chuckling, you lay a hand on his stubbly cheek, smiling when he turns to kiss your palm. “I love that you’re asking about aftercare stuff- and that you were up for trying this.”

He rewards you with a tired grin. “Is it bad if I say I enjoyed that?” 

“Not at all- and you did great.”

He kisses your temple, relaxing slightly against you, and returns to stroking your now-tender skin. “You were saying, about aftercare?”

“We’re doing it,” you mumble around a yawn. “Being all snuggly, talking about stuff- that’s all part of it. At least for me. As for the bruises, I have something we can put on them tomorrow. To be honest though, I like looking at the marks.” You snuggle into his shoulder, your eyes beginning to drift closed. 

Whiskey presses a kiss to the crown of your head. As you drift on the edge of sleep, he moves you gently, easing your bra off and running a warm washcloth between your legs before gathering you in his arms once more. 

The last thing you hear before sleep claims you is Jack murmuring that he loves you- and he can’t wait to play again tomorrow.

Part Three - coming soon.

#Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x Reader #Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x F!Reader #Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x Fem!Reader #Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels #My fic #fic

[angelguk]

Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed. 

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh. 

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?” 

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Aren’t you perfect,” Jeongguk says it as he slips out, before slamming back hard enough to draw a cry from your mouth. “Pussy made just for me.”

Your high is right there, creeping closer the harder he fucks you. It doesn’t help that you’ve cum twice since you’ve set foot into his room. Once on his fingers, the second on his tongue. But they can’t compare to the heat that builds when Jeongguk finally slides into you. It’s euphoric, a tingling that skips across your skin, burning when he fingertips wander to your clit like they do now.

“J-Jeongguk! Can’t — I can’t —”

“You can. You said you would, bunny. Be good for me.” He hooks your legs over his shoulders then, fucking hard enough to rock the bed, the wooden frame bumping against his walls. Your moans are no longer quiet, harmonising with the sound of your skin meeting. Jeongguk can’t be bothered to cover your mouth like he usually would, too busy ignoring the pit in his stomach. He needs you to do it first, it’s what drives his hips forward, thrusts fervent. You do a moment later, your fingernails scrapping his back and his name on the tip of your tongue. He lips slot against yours naturally, swallowing every moan and mumble with love. He kisses you until he needs to breath, parting to whispers praises as you unravel around him. It unlocks something wild in his brain, the feeling of your wetness coating his cock with every buck of his hips into you. Whatever springs forth consumes him, so much so that Jeongguk nearly blacks out when his own crescendo hits, almost violent in how it slams into him. He can’t think about anything else but the feeling of the two of you around him. Perfectly wet and warm as he reluctantly slides out.

Your hearts thump in unison, an orchestra of their own, your joined hard breathing accompanying the melody. His brain is blank, bones warm and mushy. He could die happily right now (not really, though, cause that means he’d never see you again). There’s nothing but contentment bleeding through his system when he reaches out for you, comfort blossoming in his chest at the feeling of your skin against his. 

He can’t dispute it then, the second your gaze hits his. He loves you. He loves you so much he could burst with it. You smile as he crumbles, biting his tongue because the words are just there.

“Jeongguk, baby,” you say, crawling into his arms. He never wants you to leave them. “I love you, but could you please get me a towel or something. It’s kind of leaking out of me.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #au: jock!jaykay #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #yeah this not edited if u see a mistake u did not!!

[hollandsmoose]

kiss me more

A/N: Kinda thought a lot about "Kiss Me More" by Doja Cat and SZA a lot when writing this. So here you go, my lads, here's 1.6k of basically just pure blowjob smut!

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The movie playing on the TV in Tom’s room is long forgotten, his lips on yours far more important right now. It had barely been on for ten minutes before his hand was up your shirt, his mouth on yours, and you were pinned underneath him. But, to be honest, it's what you expected to happen.

Freshly returned from filming in another country, Tom has barely let you leave his side. He's always been clingy after reuniting with you, but, this time, it's on a whole new level. You can hardly complain, though - not with the amount of times he's made you cum in the last week.

Sadly, all of that had to come to a temporary end. Your period made its arrival, and while you knew it was going to happen, it bummed you out nonetheless. So when Tom's hand glides down your front, toying with the waistband of your sweatpants, you're forced to pull away from his kiss.

"Tom…" you pant, breathless, and he gives you a somewhat worried look. "I'm on my period, remember?"

"Oh, shit, yeah," he says, exhaling rather deeply, and even though he tries to hide it, his disappointment is still clear. "I'll keep my hands to myself, then." He shifts a little when moving his hand up to rest beside your head, and as he does, you get to feel just how disappointed he is. His bulge, hard and firm, presses into your thigh, and it gives you an idea.

You may not really be able to get off right now, but that doesn't mean Tom can't. When he leans down to kiss you again, you gladly accept it. Your hand travels down to where his cock is straining against his sweats, palming him through the soft fabric, and you can't help but giggle when Tom helplessly moans into your mouth.

He breaks the kiss, his eyebrows raised. "What are you playing at, darling?"

You grin at him, offering a small shrug. "I just wanna make you feel good, Tommy," You emphasize your words by rubbing his bulge again, and he whines, unable to stop himself from grinding into the palm of your hand.

"But what about you?"

"It doesn't have to be about me," you say, placing a soft peck on his chin. "You've been loving on me all week. Let me love on you a little," He's just about to protest, but then you put your finger over his lips, shutting him up. "Let me make you feel good. Please?"

He hesitates for a moment, but then he nods and presses a kiss to the tip of your finger. You giggle, your heart fluttering, and Tom smiles at the sound of your laugh. After that, he rolls off you and lands on the mattress, the springs squeaking slightly at the movement.

You crawl down the bed and climb off it until you're kneeling on the floor at the foot end. You gently tug on his legs, and he gets the hint, shuffling down the length of the bed. Tom sits up, inhaling sharply at the sight of you on your knees for him, and enthusiastically helps you peel off his sweatpants and boxers. His cock springs up once it's freed from its confinement, hard and already leaking precum from the tip. You're just about to reach out to touch him when he interrupts.

"Wait!" Tom speaks out, and you halt instantly. "Can you… can you take your shirt off?" You snort at his request. You'd actually been worried about him for a second there. Nevertheless, you pull your T-shirt over your head, rolling your eyes at the way he ogles your chest, now only covered by a bra. “That’s my girl.”

With a smile, you finally touch him. You spread the precum over his tip, and Tom sucks in a breath, his thighs clenching and his cock twitching. Teasing him is always fun. He lets out a strangled whimper when you withdraw your hand and spit in the palm of it, well aware of what's going to happen now. His hands grip the edge of the mattress as you finally grasp his length, and you quite enjoy the groan that escapes him.

You start with slow strokes, warming him up gently, and the way he bites his lip to hold back a moan has your pussy clenching around nothing. Fuck, he looks good. You watch Tom intently as he reacts to your touch, and it makes you giggle when you see just how quickly he gets worked up, his cheeks pink and his breath labored. You've always had that effect on Tom, but, to be fair, he's always had the same effect on you too. Even his mere touch is enough to send you into overdrive.

When he releases that telltale, drawn-out whine you know so well, you remove your hand from him. He's getting close, and this isn’t the way you want him to cum. And just when Tom’s about to complain, you lean in further and place a little kiss on his tip, and the words die on his lips.

You begin by just giving him a few kitten licks, but it's enough to make him gasp your name, and you suspect that this really won't take long at all. You rest your hands on his thick thighs, caressing the firm muscles softly. In all honesty, you've lost count of just how many times you've fallen apart on his thighs.

Feeling yourself get distracted, you try and shake off your thoughts so you can get back to business. Back on track, you make your tongue travel up from the base of him, and his cock twitches delightfully when you swirl the tip of your tongue around the head. You're teasing Tom again at this point, and it is a bit unfair, to be honest, but it's fun to watch how desperate he gets. Maybe, if the situation was different, he'd scold you for teasing him like this and leave your ass bruised and sore as punishment, but the ball seems to be in your court today.

"Please, darling," he begs, impatient and needy. "Please just… do something."

"You're gonna have to be more specific than that, Tommy," you say with a voice you barely recognize. It's low and seductive, but it makes you feel quite powerful. "Tell me what you want."

He exhales shakily. "I want… I want your mouth on me… on my cock. Please, love?"

You shrug rather smugly. "Well, since you asked so nicely…"

And then you finally give him what he wants. With a deep breath, you take Tom in your mouth. His reaction is instant, his thighs jerking slightly under your touch, and your name falls from his lips in a moan. Your hand wraps around the base of his cock and moves in sync with your mouth, knowing that that's just how he likes it. You go slow and steady; you don't want Tom to topple over the edge just yet.

His hands are still gripping the mattress, his knuckles white, and you know he's trying his hardest not to buck into your mouth. Tom never wants to hurt you - at least, never without your consent. And while you do let him fuck your mouth from time to time, it's not what you want today.

But, as a treat, you pull away from him for a second, inhaling deeply before you wrap your lips around him again and take him as far as you can. When the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat, he practically shouts out a string of profanities, and it's so loud that you're sure the others in the house must've heard. It doesn't matter much to you right now, though. Let them hear.

You're fighting off your gag reflex, trying to breathe through your nose, and tears are forming in your eyes, but Tom looks so pretty that you don't give up just yet. So you keep your head where it is until he, rather unwillingly, pulls you up himself.

He's completely breathless, needing a few seconds before he can even speak. "Babe, I'm… I'm close," You can't help but smile when you hear just how affected he is.

You appreciate Tom's warning, returning to your previous tactic, your lips around the head of him and your hand jerking the base. His one hand lets go of the mattress and caresses your cheek instead, and when you look up to make eye contact, Tom's staring at you with such a wonderful mixture of lust and love that it makes both your pussy and your heart melt a little.

He gasps in that special way you've picked up on by now, and you know what's about to happen. Drawing back a little, you rest the tip of his cock on the tip of your tongue, and, with one last jerk of your hand, he finally gets to cum.

Tom curses uncontrollably as he paints your tongue white, his hand now holding your jaw in place. His head is leant back, his eyes screwed shut, and his mouth is half-open. He looks absolutely beautiful.

You watch him as he slowly comes down from his high, his eyes blinking open and finding your face immediately. And Tom watches you as you swallow his cum and put on a little show for him, licking your lips for any leftovers.

"Fucking hell," he says, completely overwhelmed, and falls back against the bed, and you laugh, satisfied with your work. You crawl onto the bed as well, settling on top of him. "You're gonna be the death of me, darling."

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taglist: @spideycents @linanilssonfurberg @to-the-road @hallecarey1 @harryhollandsgirlfriend

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fic #tom holland smut #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x reader #thomas stanley holland #this was not proof-read by anything other than grammarly lmao #so sorry if it's a bit shit

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

GeOrGeWeAsLeYpUnIsHmEnT. Don't ask, I'm going through a phase lmao-

Punishment

Forgive me if his personality isn’t portrayed correctly, I shamefully admit that I don’t know a lot about our tall ginger 

Ngl I really love this one it just hits different

Enjoy :) <3

Warning: 18+, SMUTTY GIF BE CAREFUL!!!! 

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George has always been proud of the fact that he can make you laugh so hard your stomach hurts and you plead him to shut up. It was just something about the way your eyes lit up and you’d flush an adorable shade of red and god you just look so giggly and fuckable. You don’t even notice how everyone swoons and puts even more effort in making you laugh. It was so intimate to him, that whenever someone else besides his brothers made you laugh, he would sulk. 

“The joke wasn’t even funny, she probably laughed because she didn’t want to be rude!”, he’d complain to Fred. His brother would just clap him on the back sympathetically and tell him that the joke had been pretty decent. And George would slap him. And Fred’s middle name is petty, so he told you about it.

“He said what?”

Fred nodded, a smirk on his face. “He gets so bloody jealous, it’s kinda sweet.”

You blinked, still surprised. “I never noticed. Is that why he always gets so silent? Because he’s jealous that I laughed?”

“No, not because you laughed. It’s the way everyone stares at you, like they want a  piece of your a-”

“Enough”, you laughed, “I get it. And why are you telling me this now?”

Fred wiggled his brows suggestively. “I want to prank him. Please just laugh really loud when someone makes a joke. Exaggerate, put your hand on their arm, whatever. Just make him jealous, please?” Fred pleaded. 

You bit your lip, mulling it over. George is pretty hot when he’s angry.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But if he breaks up with me, I’ll expose you!”, you warned. 

Fred grinned “Deal.”

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George was fuming as he watched you tutor the boys from your class. You were letting out adorable squeaking noises everytime they made a joke and shyly play with your necklace, drawing the attention to your chest. Glancing over your shoulder you saw him, his jaw clenched as he stared at the boys. Fred was next to him, giving you a thumbs up. You winked, turning back around and resumed your lesson.

George tried to concentrate on his book, but a partucularly loud giggle from your side brought his attention on you. Your boyfriend lost his cool the moment he saw you put your hand on one of the boys’ biceps. George slammed his book shut and sprang up from his seat, marching over. You weren’t quick enough to turn around and he splayed his huge palm across the front of your throat, slamming your head against his stomach. He smashed your lips together in a hard kiss. 

“Get your shit and go to my room.” He growled out, not caring about the audience. He likes showing you off. 

“But-” You tried to reason, gesturing to the boys.

“Now.” His tone was final and you nodded, excusing yourself from the lesson to grab your bag. You’ll just have to stay longer tomorrow.

He was already walking away with big strides, knowing you’d be a good girl and follow him.

---

“Move it” he said gruffly. You quickly went inside his dorm and he shut the door, turning around to give you an irritated look. 

“What’s wrong Georgie?” Your kept your voice soft, feigning innocence. 

He let out an angry huff. “Oh, nothing, besides having to witness you flirting with a group of boys-”, he spit out the word boys like an insult, “-right infront of my nose. Oh no everything is fucking fine, why don’t you go touch their arms again? Bet they‘re really fit!”

“I wasn’t flirting with anyone!” You argued, loving where this is going. 

“Now you’re lying as well? Fine.”

He grabbed your arm with one hand, the other pushing down your skirt and panties. Tugging you over his lap he put one of his legs over yours to keep you steady.

“Guess I have to remind you who is in control here.”

With that he started to spank you, hitting each cheek with practiced smacks. 

„Wait-“

He cut you off with a harsh slap on the bottom part of your ass, making you hiss in pain.

„Quiet.“

You shut your mouth, but couldn‘t hold in the little whimpers of pain. You felt yourself getting wet, the way he was holding you down and doing whatever he wanted made you crave his touch on your cunt.

„Look at you“, he cooed „getting wet from your punishment.“

Still holding you down tightly, he spread your pussy, his middle finger tracing your slit, before pushing in slightly.

„What a pretty cunt, opening right up to me. So you do know who you belong to“, he mused.

Letting you go he made you sit up on his lap, face level with his and slipped two fingers in, his thumb on your clit. You jumped from the sudden pleasure, hands squeezing his shoulders and rocked your hips to meet his fingers.

„Ah George, please..“ you breathed, kissing him and pleaded some more.

„Please what? Wanna cum?“, he mocked you.

„Yes“, you whined with a high pitched voice, „Yes, please!“

He started to go faster, bringing you to the brink, only to pull out over and over again. His fingers curled and fucked you with ease, knowing exactly what got you off.

Yes were begging him, trying to find a way to appease his rage.

„Please“, you cried out, „Please, make me cum! I swear I didn‘t mean to! Ah it was supposed to be a prank. Fuck, George!“

His eyes widened in surprise and he immediately took his fingers out before you came and you sobbed, wanting his fingers back. You had been so close.

His hand came up to squeeze your jaw and you felt your own slick wetting your face.

„What the fuck did you just say?“ His jaw was set, eyes darkening with fury. His fingers squeezed harder and you winced.

„It was supposed to be a joke. You were so cute when you were jealous and I-“

Slap.

Your face turned to your right and your cheek stung from the force behind his hand. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head back until you had to look down to be able to see his face.

„Cute huh? Lets see how cute I am when I fuck your face..“

Still holding your hair in his fist he pushed you on your knees, taking his hard cock out of his pants.

„Open your mouth, bitch.“

You open, sticking your tongue out as he leans over you, spitting on it.

„Keep your mouth open.“

You obey, hands behind your back.

George takes his cock, bringing it to your tongue and slowly rubs the head of his cock against it. He holds it there for a few seconds, pumping leisurely and the precum slowly slides down your tongue. You moan, wanting to taste him and he smirks menacingly. Letting go he takes your head in both hands, pulling you back and forth and you move your tonge along the underside.

„Suck.“

Pulling your lips around him you suck gently, tongue playing with his tip. You moan when you taste him, taking him out to suckle on the tip. Slapping him on your tongue, your hands move down to touch his balls.

He forces your head down, making you gag as you try to take all of him. George clearly doesn‘t care and grunts, moving your head like you‘re his toy.

„Mmm fuck just like that. You know what‘s cute? Me deciding when you get to breathe.“ He moans out, hips bucking when your throat constricts around him. Your nails dig into his thighs, but George keeps fucking your face without a care in the world.

„Fuck yes“, he groans, „look at your pretty mouth stuffed full of cock.“

You gasp when he lets you breathe again. George takes his cock and rubs it along your lips and cheeks.

He gives you a pout, smiling. „Why are you crying baby, was it hard to breathe?“

„Please George“, you plead, voice meek, „Please fuck me, please please!“

He gives you a smirk, bending down to pick you up. You wrap yourself around his tall frame, ankles locking behind his back. He presses you against the door, kissing you harshly and slips inside with a hard thrust.

You cry out, holding on as he fucks you in a merciless pace, his kiss painful. His right forearm presses your head back against the door and your hands fly up to anchor yourself. The lack of oxygen makes you dizzy and you choke as you mewl.

„Gonna cum please!“

He pulls out with a growl, putting you down to turn your back to him. He fucks back inside, the side of your face pressed against the wood.

„You better keep your mouth shut if you don‘t want the whole tower to hear.“

You bite his palm to keep yourself from screaming when his cock hits that spongey spot inside of your cunt, making you see stars. George twitches inside of you, his own moans loud against the door.

„Want everyone to know how good you make me feel“, he moans into your ear, hissing when your teeth sink into his palm. He takes that as a warning that you‘re about to cum and pulls out, throwing you on the floor. Not giving you time to adjust he fucks your face again.

You gag around him and he leans he head against the door, groans turning into whimpers. Your nose is smushed against his pubic hair, drool leaking from your mouth.

„Fuck gonna cum ah-“

He cums in hot spurts down your throat, voice breaking when he calls out your name. He keeps fucking your face, slowly now and pulls out, crouching down infront of you.

„Please George“, you blabber, so fucking needy. You were delirious with want, just wanting to cum.

„This is your punishment“, he sneers against your parted lips. „You don‘t get to cum today.“

---

You‘re in the library again, sitting on George‘s lap when you tutor the boys. They don‘t dare to make a single comment, diligently taking notes and not once looking behind you. Your were leaning forward on your elbows, your face resting in your hands, when you felt George‘s hands glide up your legs. You ignored him and continued to teach, balling your fists when he slipped your skirt up. You felt him harden underneath you when he saw the bruises on your ass from yesterday.

You told the boys to mull over a question you asked them and leaned back.

„What are you-“

You didn‘t get far with your question when you felt his cock against your pussy. He slipped in slowly and you felt him stretch you, his hands holding you still.

You gasped in surprise, shading your face with your hand and bit your lip from making any noise.

George just sat there, hands rubbing your thighs and let you teach. You tried to hurry up, your cunt squeezing him accidentally when his fingers would graze your swollen clit. He fucked up into you whenever that happend, clearly not afraid to make you cum in front of everyone.

He gripped your waist pulling you back and his cock grazed your sweet spot, making you whine softly and press back. You were still frustrated from the day before, he hadn‘t let you cum at all.

„Be quiet or I‘ll stop“, he said, biting your earlobe.

„Yes, George.“

„There‘s my good girl.“ He kissed behind your ear and you made sure that the boys were busy with the essay, before you parted your legs to let your boyfriend play with your clit.

His fingers rubbed your clit slowly, before he gradually went faster, circling his hips so his cock would fuck your sweet spot.

„Um, whats the answer to question four?“

Fuck.

Your felt George go faster when he realized that it was ghe boy you touched and tried to answer.

„Um it‘s“, you choked on your words, hand gripping George’s wrist under the table, but he shook it off.

„Goblin revolution“, George responded, voice hard. „Now concentrate.“

The boy immediately looked down, not daring to ask another question. You had your face burried in your hands, tembling slightly.

George thrust up hard, acting like he was adjusting in his seat and you came on his fingers, biting your thumb to keep any noise in. You felt him cum inside of you, a warm feeling spreading in your cunt.

He went back to kissing your neck in attempt to cover his own moans, biting hard when he felt you squeeze him tight.

Slowly he pulled his hand away to bring it up to his lips and you heard him hum around the wet fingers.

Blushing you crossed your legs with him still inside of you and continued the lesson.

„I have my good girl back, yes?“

You flushed at the question, his voice a little too loud. George didn‘t care, he wanted them to hear.

„Yes George.“

And Fred was laughing his ass off behind you. Now everyone would know what a kinky fucking couple you are.

#george weasley #george weasley smut #hp smut #harry potter smut

[vecnawrites]

Jaune didn't know why Velvet and Coco had been so pushy to get him to meet them in downtown Vale, on a particulary Sunny day. Seeing both the hotties wearing flowy sundresses, he quickly saw the appeal and even more so, when Coco had lifted the back end of Velvet's dress. Seeing the cute and full rear was already hot, wearing no underwear was hotter and the Cottontail Butt Plug, was the cream on top.

Velvet whined as she looked at the different clothes that Coco had placed on their beds, more and more fabric spilling from their dressers and their closets like blood from a Grimm Attack. “Isn’t this enough, Coco?” she gestured to the ‘rejected’ pile, where most of their casual clothes lay. “I mean, we’re just going to Vale…” she began timidly, freezing in place, rabbit ears twitching as her friend stiffened, before slowly turning towards her, tilting her sunglasses down and staring at her with narrowed chocolate eyes.

“Oh, but Velvet, this isn’t just a visit to Vale!” Velvet felt heat creep up into cheeks at the sudden passion that her friend was showing, waving her arms as the Coco slowly advanced towards her. “This is a visit to Vale with. Your. Crush. You managed to get the courage to ask the brave knight who defended you out! To repay him for his kindness. To admit your feelings! To take him to a quiet place and ride his-”

“COCO!” Velvet nearly shrieked, cheeks burning and heart beating rapidly as the images formed and danced around in her mind, images of her hugging, kissing, making love to the attractive blonde that had been so kind to her. She bit her lower lip as she imagined riding him, him holding her hips and looking up at her, love in his eyes-

“Perfect! Found it!” Velvet was ripped from her daydream when Coco’s victorious cry reached her, and glanced over to see her holding a cream colored sundress high above her head like a battle trophy. Velvet felt her cheeks somehow darken even more as she realized what dress this was. She remembered Coco buying it for her because ‘it goes wonderful with your complexion, Bun-Bun!’, but she had never worn it out of the dorms.

Why? Well, it looked nice on her, that was for sure, but the length of the sundress left much to be desired! It just skirted legality, barely cresting her upper thighs! The slightest breeze would flip it up and expose what underwear she was wearing to whomever was in front of her or behind her! “Coco…!” she whined as her friend moved forwards, a smirk on her face.

“Re-lax, Bun-Bun...there’s no breeze at all today really. You’re in no danger of showing the goodies off to Jaune or anyone, until you want to!” Seeing the firm look in Coco’s eyes, Velvet’s shoulders slumped, knowing that there was no way she was getting out of wearing this. All she could do was submit, and hope that the embarrassment wouldn’t be too great in front of her crush.

She squeaked as Coco descended upon her, her top being pulled over her head and being tossed into the corner, her bra following, her orange sized breasts settling onto her breasts with a jiggle, before her pants and panties followed, leaving her naked before her teammate.

A quick moment later, she found the sundress pulled over her head and her arms put into the sleeves, leaving Velvet disoriented for a moment as Coco ran her fingers through her lightly tangled brown tresses, easing the small knots out. “Perfect! Now, time for me to get dressed!” she hummed, heading back to the closet and looking for something for herself, leaving the slightly dizzy bunny alone. As she cleared her head, Velvet took a step, then blushed brightly as she felt a healthy breeze over her bare pussy. “C-Coco...underwear, please!?” she squeaked out, making her friend laugh loudly. “Coco!?”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet walked with burning cheeks next to Coco, making sure to keep her thighs pressed together as much as possible. Why, one may ask? The reason was simple: Coco had refused to let her wear underwear. Neither bra nor panties. Meaning she was completely bare underneath this woefully short sundress which just barely fell past her mound and upper thigh. Even now, she was afraid to raise her legs too high to walk so the people around them didn’t get a perfect view of her freshly waxed pussy!

But still, on some level...this was exciting. And Velvet hated that that was true. She didn’t want to find this exciting! She didn’t want to get turned on! And she certainly didn’t want to leak down her thighs! That would be so humiliating! All...all the people seeing her juices sliding down her thighs, a small breeze all it taking to just expose her to all their eyes, to Jaune’s eyes-!

She was pulled out of her frighteningly arousing thoughts by Coco tugging gently on her hand, making her nipples graze the inside of the dress, becoming dangerously close to getting hard and saying a loud and happy “HELLO” to everyone. “There’s Jaune! Come on, Bun-Bun!”

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune Arc was confused. He had never really understood girls, even with being raised in a family of seven sisters. If anything, that made it worse. He constantly mixed signals and such...but even he couldn’t mix this one up. At least, he thought he couldn’t mix this up.

When he had helped Velvet, the admittedly very cute rabbit faunus in the year above him, he hadn’t been expecting anything from it! He had just been doing what was right getting Cardin to leave her alone.

But later on he had pretty much hunted down by the bunny girl and her fashion plate of a partner (trust him, with seven sisters, he knew girl’s fashions, and she was wearing all the latest trends with the best fabrics and colors that accentuated her skin and eyes) and told him in no uncertain terms to meet them here today in Vale, on a bright and sunny Saturday.

It wasn’t a date, of that he was sure. After all, why would two beautiful girls want to be seen publicly with him at the same time? But still, he wore some clothes that he knew were acceptable for an outing with a lady, or ladies in this case.

He took a sip of his tea, savoring the cool sweetness and wondering where they were. He knew that he was early, a holdover from his childhood where his dad was of the belief that not only was it better to be early than late, but to never keep a lady waiting. They still had about ten minutes before he would begin getting worried, at any rate.

Hearing a familiar voice, he looked up to see Coco and Velvet making their way towards him, Coco surprisingly enough missing her beret and sunglasses, and Velvet with a deep blush on her face. He smiled a bit, finding her beautiful, adorable. He paused. Beautiful? Adorable?  That wasn’t something that was a common thought with every girl that he saw.

He swallowed as they made their way over. Both of them were wearing beautiful sundresses that accented their figures wonderfully, Velvet a cream colored one that seemed almost gauzy in its composition, and Coco was wearing one the color of her namesake, Cocoa, with accents of Burnt Sienna. He found himself holding back a wince. His sisters really had done a number on him if he knew the colors on sight.

Biting his lip and taking a deep breath to calm himself, he stood.

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet swallowed roughly, mouth watering upon seeing Jaune wearing clothes that she didn’t expect him to have, but Brothers, did he look delectable! A soft yellow dress shirt was pressed and buttoned up against his frame, tucked into his navy blue slacks and topped with black dress shoes. His hair was combed neatly, framing his face nicely. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, so loud she worried that Coco could hear it.

Speaking of her partner...Coco whistled low. “Damn, Bun-Bun, he cleans up nice~!” she outright purred, licking her lips. “Hell, if you don’t want to take him for a ride, I think I will…” Velvet’s ears went stiff and she spared a glare at her partner, before putting her attention back to Jaune, giving him as good a smile as she could, despite the fact she felt a mixture of arousal, shame, and fear filling her as she felt herself moisten. This was...going to be difficult.

Especially when Coco practically dragged her along to go meet her crush, the breeze whipping along her damp lips as she was moved. Her cheeks darkened more and she shuddered as her arousal grew higher and stronger as they reached the table.

She nearly squeaked as Coco all but shoved her into the seat next to Jaune, her bare rear and thighs plunking down onto sun warmed metal, feeling the little...addition that Coco insisted on. She shivered as she remembered how she got it…

(Flashback Begins)

“Coco, what are you doing!?” Velvet screamed, cheeks burning as Coco bent her over the bed and pulled up the edge of the sundress, revealing the round swell of her bottom and her plump pussy lips. She tried kicking out, but it was useless, as Coco was too close to her for her kicks to do much, especially with the benefit of Aura. Her cheeks burned as she felt warm puffs of air across her backside, brushing over her most intimate of places.

She released a soft squeak as firm hands grabbed her soft cheeks, fingers sinking into them and spreading her rear apart, revealing the entirety of her pussy and her small hole. She whined, thanking everything that she had showered thoroughly that morning, before a startled shriek escaped her lips as something hot and wet licked a stripe between her cheeks, before prodding at the small depression of skin, circling it.

Velvet whimpered as she hunched and curled in on herself, her legs tucking inwards and knees pressing together as she dug her fingers into the sheets before her, biting viciously into her lower lip to try and make herself focus on something other than what her partner was doing to her ass...her eyes nearly popped clear from their sockets as she felt Coco’s tongue work along her rim, before pushing inside her.

She buried her face into the bed, releasing a wail as Coco insistently worked her tongue around, before pulling away with a ‘pop’, leaving her shivering at the wetness that was suddenly attacked by the cool air of the room.

“Well…” she could hear Coco sounding breathless, and heard her lick her lips, puffs of air brushing her soaked nethers, before she felt her partner release one of her buttocks, Coco’s other hand shifting to keep them spread apart. “If you decide to fuck the stud, it can’t be in your pussy...from what I hear, Arc’s got seven sisters...he shoots inside, you get pregnant. I guarantee it.” Velvet squirmed as she felt something cold poke against her small hole, before worming its way in, “So, what we’re going to do is make sure this bunny badonkadonk of yours is alllll ready in case you want to make love to the stud~” Coco murmured.

Feeling the item settle within her rear, plugged in fully, Velvet shook as she sat up slowly, looking behind her with wide eyes to see what Coco had shoved up her butt. She whined, her ears drooping as she saw it. She couldn’t believe that Coco had even gotten one of these. How had she not noticed that she had a-

(Flashback End)

Velvet fought a shudder as the cottontail buttplug that her partner bought shifted inside her ass, pressing against her inner walls, the sensations nearly making her miss what Jaune asked her. She released a soft ‘eep’ and spoke. “I-I’m doing okay, Juane! H-How about you?” she nearly scrunched her menu up in her hands, her emotions going wild as she glanced at her crush with a shaky smile. It didn’t help as she felt the air under the table going up her skirt!

And Coco, the wicked bitch, just sat there and smirked behind her menu!

~x~x~x~x~

Gods help her, Velvet couldn’t even remember what she had eaten, or even what they had talked about, her attention focused solely on Jaune. Were his eyes always such a deep, soulful blue? Did his hair always catch the sun that way? Did he always smell so...so good?

Velvet was mortified as she shifted, feeling slickness between her thighs. She just knew that she would be leaving a wet spot on the chair when she stood up! That would be so humiliating! Oh, she hoped that Jaune didn’t notice...that would be...terrible.

She could already see the look of disappointment on his face, feel his hand around her wrist, tugging her close, before he threw her over his lap, flipped up her dress, and upon seeing her bare bottom and pussy, began to spank her, punish her for being such a bad, such a perverted, naughty, filthy, outright slutty little bunny who needed to be disciplined-

She was pulled from her thoughts by the boy in question, who placed his hand on her arm, and she found herself drawn into his eyes, his smile. She melted. Coco was right, as much as she hated to admit it. She was smitten. Truly, completely, utterly in love with this young man. She wanted him...she wanted him so much, to be his. To be wrapped in his arms and hugged...kissed...fucked halfway through the mattress!

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune noticed that Velvet was nervous and stuttering, her words disjointed and almost frightened. He didn’t think it was him, but boy, did he understand social anxiety. Reaching out, he placed his hand on her arm, and found himself staring into deep chocolate eyes.

He had heard tell of the eyes being the windows of the soul, but he had always thought that to be complete and utter bunk that was in tawdry, bodice-ripper romances, like the ones that Saphron wrote, and the ones that Blake tried to hide that she read.

But looking into Velvet’s eyes...he understood what his sister meant. He could see warmth, fear, contentedness...attraction, desire, want. All of this, aimed at him.

“Hey, lovebirds~” a teasing voice made red blossom over Velvet’s cheeks, and heat in his own face made him realize that he was blushing as well. Both shrinking slightly at the confident smirk that the other brunette had on her face. “I paid for our lunches, and don’t worry, it was my treat~” she teased, obviously taking joy in their embarrassment. “Let’s go for a walk?”

~x~x~x~x~

Coco Adel was a lot of things. Team Leader of CFVY, Leader of the fashion trends in Vale, and most of all, she liked to think herself a good friend. She knew that her Bun-Bun was shy as fuck, but that she really wanted, thirsted for, really, the blonde that had helped her with that brute Winchester’s bullying. She often caught her closest friend staring at him in longing.

And by the Brother’s, this ship would fucking sail if it was the last thing she did!

So she planned, she plotted, she managed to get Jaune to agree to meet them in Vale, she got Velvet in the sundress (she was proud; she had known that she’d get her to wear that someday!), and refused her underwear, and even bought the cutest buttplug to prepare her!

She knew Velvet after two years. She knew that the timid little bunny would take ages to actually attempt to get close to Arc, so she knew that she had to help her. She had caught the needy little bunny masturbating in her sleep, moaning Jaune’s name! She had to do something!

And so here they were, by the artificial beach near the edge of downtown, with not a single person in sight. Perfect. She turned to see Velvet standing by Jaune, looking up at him almost adoringly, but could tell that her sweet little bunny needed help admitting her feelings. But she would, after all, Velvet had her for help.

“Jaune...you know why we called you out for a day out?” she asked, seeing Velvet stiffen and look at her pleadingly, but Coco wasn’t going to be stopped. She wasn’t going to let Velvet keep curled in on herself anymore!

Reaching out she tugged her bunny close and could feel her heart beating hard and fast against her rib cage. She rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her a bit before redirecting her attention to Jaune, who stared at them with confusion. She smiled at him softly. “Velvet...she’s bad with talking, but she really, really likes you, but I knew that if I didn’t help her, she’d say nothing and possibly lose out. She’s my closest friend, and I can’t let that happen to her.”

Velvet trembled against her, and she felt her bury her face into her shoulder so she didn’t give into the urge to look back...not that that was an issue. Jaune looked at Velvet in awe, as though the bunny had hung the stars. Good. Maybe he was worthy of dating her.

Her lips titled upwards into a smirk. “Ready yourself, Velvet…” she whispered, feeling her partner stiffen against her, before she looked back at Jaune. “Yeah, she’s been, well…” she stopped herself, knowing that she was almost about to ramble, before quickly dropping into a bend, grabbing the end of Velvet’s sundress and yanking it up, revealing her bare bottom and the cottontail buttplug nestled between the fat cheeks, her free hand cupping the plump right buttock underneath her chin. She ignored the shocked squeak and flailing arms above her as she gently squeezed the delectable cheek in her hand. “See, Jaune? Velvet’s been ready for you~” she cooed.

Part of her worried that this action was a bit too much for him, but she needn’t have worried, as she saw Jaune’s eyes glaze over in lust and his pants swell...and swell...and swell...my, my. He was a big one...fortunately, she had prepared her bunny for this. She smirked, looking around, before seeing a small alcove hidden from most. Perfect~

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet felt her cheeks burning as Coco leaned back against the wall behind her, and she leaned against her, with Coco’s hands holding up her sundress, keeping her bare backside visible to the young man behind them.

Her cheeks burned as she felt eager hands playing with her rear, skilled fingers outright massaging the bubbly cheeks, making her whimper and tremble against her partner, her beautiful, caring, loving partner, her lower lips drooling her thick honey down her thighs.

She must have looked needy, desperate, slutty, because Coco smiled at her before looking behind her. “Don’t just tease Bun-Bun, Jaune...pull out that plug and make her day! You can’t have her pussy, you told me you have seven sisters, one drop of that cum gets in her womb, Bun-Bun’s a goner~” her leader teased.

But Coco’s teasing words ignited a fire within her belly, her pussy twitching, her womb hungry for cum, fantasies of her with a belly swollen with life, her lying in bed with Jaune as he rubbed her belly, the life within gently kicking out-

Velvet was pulled from her fantasies with Jaune’s hand gently grabbing and tugging on the plug in her ass, making her squeak and bury her face into Coco’s tits, the exquisite softness pressing against her burning cheeks reminding her that Coco had forgone a bra as well.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune pulled out the plug with a wet sounding pop, Jaune caught sight of the slightly gaping hole, and felt his aching cock throb harshly in his slacks. He had always known that Velvet was beautiful, hell, her partner was a woman of extreme beauty as well. He didn’t need anyone to tell him that...but he didn’t think it was actually possible for Velvet to think he was someone worth dating. So to have her (Coco, really…) flash her butt at him and then drag him over here (Coco again), really threw him for a bit of a loop...but if she truly wanted this, he wasn’t going to deny her, or himself.

Letting her rear go (not for long, it was like squeezing the warmest, softest pillows imaginable), Jaune looked for a place to set the butt plug (cute, a cottontail outside, with the actual plug looking like a carrot, perfect for this adorable bunny), only for Coco to snatch it out of her hand and tuck it away in a secret pocket, giving him a nod as she stroked Velvet’s hair.

Jaune groaned, his cock throbbed hard. SNAP! Three sets of eyes widened as his button snapped off, shooting over Velvet’s back and hitting the wall next to Coco, making the blonde groan in humiliation, before he worked his belt and loosened it, shoving his pants and boxers down, groaning again, this time in abject relief, as his cock was freed, landing between Velvet’s buttocks with a dull whap!

He grabbed her buttocks again, sinking his fingers into the flesh and spreading them enough that his cock slipped between the fat buns, making both moan, Velvet shuddering before him, arching her butt up against him. He rocked his hips back and forth a bit, sawing between the fat cheeks and getting a mewl from his...girlfriend? Girlfriend sounded nice. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. He loved it.

He took a deep breath. “I…” he winced as his voice shook, “Velvet, is this okay? I don’t want to take advantage of you…” he wanted this, Gods, did he want this, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of this sweet girl, either.

He saw her head move a bit between Coco’s breasts, the other girl smiling amusedly down at her partner as Velvet mumbled something. “Sorry, what was that, Velvet?” he asked. The mumble was slightly louder this time, making Coco giggle, but Jaune still couldn’t hear it. “Vel?”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet couldn’t take it anymore! Popping her head out of Coco’s cleavage, she wiggled her ass as best she could. “Yeeeessssss~!” she whined out. “Fuck me! Make me yours! Use that bitchbreaker you call a cock and stir my guts up! Fill me with your thick, sticky cum! Fucking Breed My Ass!” she voice raised more and more, until she was almost shouting at the end.

Her cheeks glowed as Coco giggled. “You heard the sweet bunny, Jaune!” she chirped, making her realize she had just been such a loud, naughty, slutty little bunny, screaming out her desires like that. With a whine, she buried her face back in Coco’s chest, licking her lips as she felt the fat tip press between her cheeks. She quivered.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune swallowed as he pressed his tip against the still slightly winking hole Velvet was offering. Taking a deep breath, he slowly began to ease his way in...but was unprepared for Velvet to shove her ass back, swallowing his cock to the base, her bubbly ass hitting his hips with a muted clap!

He heard a muffled wail, and was afraid for a moment that he had hurt Velvet, but seeing and feeling her shaking and trembling between him and Coco, muffled squeals escaping her lips as she shook and (his eyes widened a bit) squirted between them, an arc of clear fluid splattering on the wall between Coco’s thighs. He knew he needed to wait, he didn’t trust himself not to pop off and cum from the brutal tightness that wrapped around his shaft.

His breath hitched, his cock throbbing hard within her searing orifice, his fingers digging into her rear as his girlfriend rolled and twisted her hips, making his cock twist and turn, rubbing against the inside of her ass. “Fuck…” he gasped.

~x~x~x~x~

Coco knew her panties were ruined; seeing Velvet come undone from having a cock in her ass was simply so fucking hot and who wouldn’t be turned on from having the desperate bunny in their arms while the boy of said bunny’s dreams was balls deep in her ass? His hands groping and squeezing that fat bunny bottom? She was surprised that she herself hadn’t cum yet just from watching!

She saw Arc staring at down at Velvet in utter lust. Completely understandable, the bunny was beautiful, and having finally given in and become who she was truly meant to be? Fuck. If only Velvet had gotten her cues...but that was neither here nor there right now.

Velvet released a loud cry into her chest, making her realize that Arc had started moving.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune couldn’t wait anymore! Slowly pulling back, he shivered as her ass clung to him, refusing to let him go as he rolled his own hips, thrusting back into Velvet’s lovely backside. His moves were slow and stilted in the beginning, not wanting to move too fast and make it too intense for either of them, but even with the slow movements, Velvet’s moans were getting louder and louder as he began to pick up his thrusting speed.

Taking a deep breath, he finally began to start smooth thrusts, a moderate roll of his hips that belied the power of his thrusts. He growled low as he squeezed and practically mauled the thick bubble of her ass in his hands, subconsciously wanting to leave his mark on the creamy flesh to let Velvet know that she was his now.

He knew that he wasn’t being too rough. He could hear her moans and whimpers of appreciation only getting louder. If she was allowed to continue, she might actually draw people towards them. “Well, well, well…” he spoke, his voice a low growl, his left hand loosening its hold on Velvet’s ass, rubbing the pliant flesh. “You needy little bunny...you know if you get any louder, you’re going to draw people to us. They’ll see us. Is that what you want? For them to see that you’re my little butt-slut bunny?” he growled. He didn’t know where these words were coming from, but he could see from Coco that it wasn’t a bad thing. Her eyes were dark, but not from anger, from lust. And the whine from Velvet, Brothers, that only made him harder.

Raising his hand, he brought it down on her ass with a loud crack, making Velvet clench around him with a loud cry, quivering like a bowstring. “Are you going to cum already, Velvet?” it wasn’t him who spoke, but Coco, her voice thick with lust and desire. “Is our little Butt-Slut Bunny going to cum her brains out from having her ass filled and being spanked?” her chest heaved as Velvet squealed between her breasts, “We can’t have that...you may want people watching you get claimed, but I don’t think Jaune or I wish to be seen in such a fashion...so let’s keep your mouth too busy to scream…”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet shivered and moaned, quivered and cried out as her ass was fucked thoroughly by the boy she had fallen so hard for, completely missing Coco’s words...but she didn’t miss the hand settling on her head between her ears and moving her head down, down, down...her nose going wild as it picked up the thick sweet scent of what she knew was Coco’s arousal as she slid down her belly. The angle would have been awkward, perhaps even painful for someone that wasn’t as flexible as her.

Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the smooth fabric of the sundress rise up under her cheek until it rested on Coco’s flat, toned belly. Glancing down, she whimpered, seeing Coco’s bare, drooling pussy just underneath her chin. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips, only for Coco’s hand to be more insistent and push her down further. “Let’s keep that mouth of yours occupied, Bun-Bun.”

Any potential argument Velvet might have had was stopped as her head was moved down further, and her face was pressed against wet flesh. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she began to mindlessly lap away at the soft, fragrant flesh, eating out her beloved partner as she was dominated and fucked hard in her ass.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune watched, wide eyed as Velvet buried her face into Coco’s pussy and began to ravenously eat her out, slurping and smacking noises filling the small alcove, only just softer than the cries that she had been releasing.

He locked eyes with Coco who was now rubbing her breasts over her sundress, pinching her swollen nipples as he fucked Velvet’s ass faster now. Her chocolate eyes were smoldering with lust. “Mmm, what do you think, stud?” she purred, “Do you think Velvet can handle us? I think she loves being our little pet in bed…” her breath hitched and she arched a bit as Velvet became more insistent in her actions. “Fuck, this tongue is sinful...w-what do you say? Think we can share her? I think our needy, slutty little bunny just wants both our love!”

Jaune thought about it as he thrust into Velvet’s clinging rear, spanking her ass, loving the nice rosy shade the pale flesh had taken from his strikes. He heard Coco continue, maybe thinking that he needed more convincing. He let her, even though if Velvet wanted this, he was perfectly on board as long as she spent equal amounts of time with the two of them.

“And don’t worry, you won’t be just fucking Velvet, stud...I saw that cock, I want to take it for a ride too! How’d you like that? Both of us brown themed beauties on our hands and knees before you, wiggling our asses, making you pick-”

Jaune couldn’t take it anymore. “Sold!” he growled, beginning to fuck Velvet’s ass with even more force, loud claps filling the small area, the bunny’s bubbly ass rippling and jiggling as his hips crashed hard against them as his balls churned in need.

Coco cried out in shocked as Velvet wailed into her pussy, clenching down brutally around his cock as she squirted again, adding to the small puddle of slick on the ground.

Jaune growled as he plunged to the base, balls hitting Velvet’s soaked pussy and snapping taut against him as they unloaded every drop of thick seed they had, depositing it into Velvet’s rear end. He spanked and slapped her rear as he did so, loving how every swat to her rear made her clench and bear down more around him.

~x~x~x~x~

The three enjoyed their orgasms around each other, Coco squirting and coating Velvet’s face, Velvet herself trembling and shaking and whining between them, and Jaune pumping what felt like every drop of nonessential bodily fluid into the greedy backside is cock was buried in.

Finally, Jaune and Coco came back to themselves, and took deep breaths to steady themselves. Slowly, Jaune slipped out of Velvet’s rear end, his now semisoft cock slick with his cum, and he thoughtlessly reached out and took the plug that Coco handed him, admiring the gaping hole filled full with his cum before pressing the plug into her, making sure that it was secure and none of her cream filling could leak out.

Carefully grabbing the near unconscious, giggling bunny, Jaune helped her upright, only to gasp as Coco sank to her knees and throated his cock, sucking and slurping off all of the cum and Velvet’s taste off of his cock, then tucking him into his pants and making sure they were settled as good as they could be on his body.

“Now, stud, we are going to a hotel, and you are going to fuck both of us. I’m sure you can do that, right?” Coco smirked when Jaune scooped Velvet into his arms and tucked her against his chest, the absolutely glowing bunny smiling and rubbing her pudgy belly full of cum. “Velvet got me off, but I need more than one orgasm to be satisfied...and I can tell you do as well. Ready to go, stud?”

Jaune couldn’t nod fast enough, making Coco laugh.

The trio left the alcove, leaving behind no evidence of their being there beyond a large clear puddle near the wall as they made their way back into Vale proper.

#Jaune Arc #Velvet Scarlatina #Coco Adel #Starts Off Jaune/Velvet #Turns into Jaune/Velvet/Coco #Fucking HELL this got away from me

[dachis-demon]

Truth or Dare | Kenma

Read Start for it to make more sense. Kenma route. Other routes can be found in

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Word Count: 1.4k

warnings: 18+, clit spanking, degradation, slight humiliation kink, possession kink, temperature control, biting, mark up kink, and semi-public sex.

You sigh, deciding it was probably time you tell them. "I like Kenma, okay? But please don't tell him. He barely knows I exist, so I doubt he feels the same way." They both look at you sympathetically and assure you neither of them will tell him, but you sense something odd behind their supposed sympathy. This went on for a few rounds, their actions getting more and more suspicious by the second until the attention was once again back on you. "Y/n-Chan, truth or dare?" You, wanting to be bold, chose the riskier option. "Dare." Kiyoko looked you right in the eye, giving you a faux smile that lured you in a false sense of security. "Tomorrow, at Yachi's birthday party, I dare you to sit on Kuroo's lap until Kenma notices. Don't worry, I'll tell Kuroo in advance, so he won't gain any unnecessary thoughts or feelings." You were reluctant, wary even, but this would be a dead giveaway if Kenma actually did notice you, maybe even like you back. And that is the only reason you said, "O-Okay."

You had picked out your best outfit for this occasion, and after spending the whole night debating if the embarrassment was worth it, you also picked out your best set of underwear. You took a deep breath and clutching onto the bag containing Yachi's gift in it to hopefully calm down some of your nerves, you walk through the door of her home. The first thing you see is Kiyoko and Yachi, clearly waiting for you near the couch. And the second thing you see, is Kuroo and Kenma, sitting next to them. You set your friend's gift on the table with the others, take a deep breath, and then tread over with a confident façade plastered on your face. Kenma was playing a game on his phone, and Kuroo was whispering to Kiyoko, most likely about the little arrangement you all had prepared. They finally notice you, and Kuroo was quick to change his position into a man spread to make it easier for you to sit on. Your throat, suddenly feeling very dry, closed up, and your legs became wobbly. But, you pushed through it all, making your way over to the bed-headed captain, and plopping yourself right onto his open lap. You tried your best to contain the red-hot blush on your face and the shake in your hands, but your body denied all of your attempts to soothe yourself. "Hey, Y/n." Kuroo greeted, taking hold of your bare thighs to hopefully get Kenma's attention. The mention of your name had Kenma quickly glancing over to you, but then he did a double-take and his head shot up and glared at the big hands grasping your thighs. You decide to take it a step forward and lean back into Kuroo's chest, further fueling Kenma's growing irritation. "Yachi and I are going to get some drinks from the kitchen. Y/n, Kuroo, try to keep it PG." Kenma lets out a grunt, picking his phone back up, huffing as he aggressively taps the screen with his thumbs. Kuroo begins to gently stroke the sensitive skin of your thighs, the giggles coming from your mouth attracting Kenma's gaze again. You could almost feel the jealousy and rage radiating off of him, and that only egged you on further. You turned yourself around to face Kuroo, and rest your head under his chin inhaling the scent there. All that was left of Kenma's restraint snapped as he yanked you away from his friend and quickly pulled you into the nearest empty room, with only the worst intentions in mind.

"Filthy slut, teasing me like that, and with my best friend, of all people?" He backed you up against the sink, admiring the way you squirmed for him. "I-I don't know what y-you mean" You evade, letting Kenma's arms slam against the counter behind you. His breath was gently fanning over your cheek, his lips mere inches away from yours. One slight movement could connect your lips. "You think you deserve to be kissed right now, kitten?" The high-pitched whine that left your mouth made him smirk, moving away from your lips and instead heads towards your open neck. Kenma nibbles on your jawline, rutting his hardening bulge into you for added effect. The imprint of his cock rubbing against your dampened slit was enough to make you mewl out in impulse, wanting more of the delicious friction and more importantly, you wanted Kenma. Hearing your desperate sounds only pushed him further as he bit down onto your exposed collarbone lightly and began to suck, hoping to leave a mark for everyone to see once you both were done. Fingers grazed over your belly and then down the curve of your thighs before moving back up again to your cunny that was begging to be touched. "This cute little pussy is so warm, do you need some help cooling it down?" Kenma questions, looking into your eyes innocently while he taps the covered hood of your clit. "Y-Yes!" You respond, shivering when Kenma levels himself with your clothed cunt. He grabs the side of your panties and yanks them to the side, still looking up to you while he blows cool air onto your hot sex to watch you squirm at the contrasting temperatures. He moves on, directing the coolness at your puffy clit, the swollen bud throbbing from neglect.

You could easily see the strain of Kenma's cock through his grey sweats, a small wet spot evident from the most likely leaking tip making you feel hot all over. "K-Kenma, want your c-cock." You pout, eyes screwed shut when he licks a stripe up the seam of your cunny. "Hmm, is that so?" He replies nonchalantly, his hand going to push down his sweats. Your cheeks glowed as the bulge somehow looked bigger without the first layer of clothing blocking your view, and you can't help but wonder if it would be the same way when he removed his boxers. You flinch and twitch wildly as a slap echoed throughout the room, your little clit burning from the strike. You couldn't even hide the look of ecstasy that covered your face, nor did you want to. "Naughty kitty. Getting off to your little cunny getting slapped?"

The slanted eyes glaring up at you make you quiver in want once again, the wrenching heat in your tummy demanding something be put inside of you. "Yes! I'm your naughty kitty" You claim, eyes rolling back when he pinches your engorged nub as a reward. "Can this tiny little hole even take all my cock?" He hums, sliding down the last barrier of clothing preventing him from being balls deep inside you. "Yes, it can! I promise it can! Please fill me up, Kenma!" You cry, tears welling up in your eyes from the humiliation. Kenma stands to his feet, setting you on the cold countertop of the sink and leaning you back against the mirror. The tip of his dick taps your twitching little clit thrusting forward so the shaft rubbed the ball of nerves perfectly to give you that oh so wanted friction you had begged silently for minutes ago. You moaned out, watching as he pulled back once more, but this time sheathing himself into your tight cunny. Your gummy walls convulsed around him in a welcoming way, the wet warmth making his cock throb inside of you. "Yes! Thank you Kenma!" You call out, your walls clutching him so snugly he could barely move out. Kenma gives you no mercy, pounding into your sweet hole relentlessly and finally giving in to the itching urge to kiss you. His lips were searing hot despite blowing such cold air on your cunt earlier, but you weren't complaining. Your jaw gave way, letting your tongue fall out and your eyes roll back into your head, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. And the thumb that decided to press itself to your clit wasn't helping the sudden need to release. "W-Wanna cum! Please l-let me cum!" You plead, your tits bouncing the intense rhythm Kenma had set. Taking pity on you, he thumbs your little clit harder to force you into your orgasm. The fluttering of your walls milked his cock wonderfully, causing him to pull out and let his ropes of cum spray out onto your shirt. "Get ready, once we clean up, we're leaving. Make sure to let everyone get an eyeful of those pretty marks I left on you, kitty."

#kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma hcs #kenma x gender neutral reader #kenma x y/n #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x imagines #kozume smut #kenma smut #kozume x reader #kozume x y/n #hq kozume #kozume x you #kozume fluff

[macnevercries]

Seashells and Sunset (Bakugou x F! Reader)

Warnings- public sex, oral (reviving), degradation, praise, established relationship, cursing?

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“You ready yet? I’ve been waiting for an hour”

Bakugou’s scowl turns to a small smile when you walk out of the bathroom, a bright smile on your face.

“Yes I’m ready, I just wanna look good for you baby”

He scoffs at your words “You always look good”

Although he might not see it, his words mean a lot. He pokes you in the ribs when a blush spreads across your face. Pulling you into his chest he plants a kiss on your exposed collar, the sundress you wear giving him all the room he needs to leave marks.

“Katsuki! Stop I don’t want to wear a cardigan, I don’t need a hickey today.”

“Oh but then people won’t know who you belong to sweetheart” he growls his words into your neck, a smirk visible in his voice. You spin away from him, escaping his grasp before he can do anything. You grab your beach bag and lock the door, heading out to the car.

Bakugou, always the gentleman, opens your door for you. You toss him the keys as he walks around the car and gets in. Despite not wanting to, you have to admit he’s a responsible driver. One of the best you’ve ever seen. And he manages to do it all with his large hand splayed across your thigh.

You used to lean your legs towards the door, but throughout the time you’ve been with your boyfriend you learned to do as he asked. Now whenever you get in the car, your legs are always tilted as close to him as you can. He chuckles whenever you do it without thinking, he’s trained you so well.

You pull up to the secluded beach, although his schedule was busy with work most of the time, being a hero had its perks. The exclusive pro-hero beach had silky white sand that never got too warm, clear water and almost no people. The perfect place for a weekend date. When you get out of the car Bakugou takes everything in his hands, saving your pretty little arms the work. He doesn’t struggle to carry it all but he does occasionally grunt, sending a shiver down your spine.

You lay down on your shared blanket, balancing on your hands and tilting up your face to bask in the gracious rays of sun.

“Get up dumbass, no tanning before sunscreen or you’ll burn”

You frown but strip your sundress, fumbling to get it over your head. Bakugou does his best to keep his jaw up when he sees your new swimsuit. Despite having seen your body many many times his breath is always taken away by your beauty. How could an asshole like him get such a gorgeous and kind girlfriend? It’s something he asks himself everyday.

You lay on the blanket, stomach down, ass up. He tries to tear his crimson eyes away from the exposed flesh. The way your thighs splay across the ground is causing his brain to malfunction.

“You’re staring” you state your words without looking up. He startled for a second, snapping out of his daze. Growling under his breath, how it was your fault he was staring, he grabs the sunscreen. Squeezing it into his palm, his calloused fingers massage the lotion into your pliable skin. His touch is magical, you melt into it and lean into his hands. He spends extra time covering your ass, leaving a few love pinches and slaps on it as he goes.

You flip onto your back for him to do the other side. Your arm blocks the sun from your eyes and while the sky turns a deep orange you wonder if this is even necessary. As he rubs your skin, he worships your body internally. The things you do for him, the things he wants to do to you.

He fingers travel below your bottoms, just at the hips to ‘cover you completely’. That changes quickly when he pushes your knees apart, propping his elbows between them and his face eye-level with your pussy.

Your head snaps up when he drags a thick finger over your clothed folds. Your eyes wide, the innocence portrayed in them creating a vast difference from the slick drooling from your cunt.

“Bakugou, we’re in public, stop messing around.” You whisper yell, looking around the beach to make sure no one was looking.

He kisses your thigh, a deviant look in his eyes. “No one is here baby, the sun in down and the beach is private. Plus, you’re already so wet, I know you want this.”

You look at him skeptically before laying your head back down. There was no way you could tell him no, he always manages to get his way. He grins at your compliance, pulling your swim bottoms to the side and groaning at the sight. You hadn’t gotten in the water but you were dripping.

He licks his lips, diving straight in. His kisses to your lower half are hungry and harsh, Teeth graze your clit, causing your hips to jump at his face. His laugh sends vibrations through your core, making your thighs tremble. He links his arms around your hips to pull you closer. He’s infatuated with you, the smell, the taste, the small sounds escaping your parted lips, the heaven of your chest, everything. Your hands dash to grip his head, pulling his spiked hair as he speeds up, going harder. He craves your orgasm, the pride swells in his chest while blood swells in his cock as you shake, trying to keep your reactions to a minimum in case anybody walked by and heard. Your hands release his hair from the vice grip you had, quivering as you pull him up towards you.

The fact that you come that hard just from his tongue says a lot. Bakugou has your body mapped out and he’s in the mood for traveling. His chin glistens when he meets your gaze and kisses you, the taste of you on his tongue. You’d let him do whatever he wanted to, whenever he wanted to. After all, he was so good to you.

There’s a tent in his swimshorts, one that’s poking your thigh in a not-so-inconspicuous way. You giggle at his attempt to ask for help, reaching down to cup him through the thin fabric. He moans and ruts into your hand, the sensitivity of his body and need coursing through his veins.

You really did love when he got like this, a little bit needy, an occasional whine escaping him. You almost never got to be in control so the few moments that he let himself go were special.

You pull down the shorts, freeing the painful looking erection. He’s rock hard, pre oozing from the red tip. All this just from going down on you? You would tease him but you were afraid the moment would end, washing away with the soft crashing of the waves.

When you thumb his slit, spreading the bead of white that gathered he snaps back to reality, snarling and pushing you down onto the blanket, the sand comfortable beneath it.

“You thought you had control slut? Just wait until I’m down with you” he laughs darkly, a faint blush of embarrassment graces his cheeks from the realization that he let himself go for a second.

He gets on his knees in front of you and pulls your hips towards his, earning a surprised squeal that makes his dick throb. He slides the tip through your folds, mixing your excitement with his own. He lines himself up with your leaking entrance, slowly pushing the head past the tight ring of muscle. You groan in unison, wiggling your hips for more.

“Dirty little slut can’t wait huh? Fine then”

Before he can even finish his sentence he thrusts the rest of his length inside you. You gasp, squeezing around him at the burning pleasure. He curses under his breath, so tight.

Barely giving you time to adjust, he starts at a quick pace, only going faster when you give him drawn out mewls and moans. He needs more, there could never be enough of you.

He pushes up your swim top, squeezing your breasts roughly and rolling your nipples between his fingers. He leans down to bite them, soothing the sudden pain with warm kisses and soft licks. Sex with Bakugou was a heat flash, everything was so hot, too hot. Sudden changes between gentle and hard giving you whiplash. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

He pistons into you faster as he pulls away from your tits, satisfied with the number of marks he’s left. His grip on your hips is bruising, but it’s all made up for the each drag of his cock against your velvet walls. You can feel every vein, every ridge and the spots where his girth is wider than the rest. The slight upward curve hits your g-spot, stars dancing behind your eyelids. Your bodies fit perfectly together, no man had ever pleased you like he had and he knows it.

Your hands grip onto anything you can, nails dragging down his tan muscled shoulders, eliciting a hiss from him. He feels you clench around him, making him go impossibly quicker, drawing out your orgasm. He follows quickly, pulling out and giving his length a few desperate pumps before coming on your chest. Coming down from your high, you mumble a complaint about the stain on your new swimsuit. He shuts you up with a kiss, saying something about getting you a new one.

He gets up and pulls his shorts back on, grabbing another blanket to cover the two of you as you watch the rest of the sun go below the skyline, the full moon’s reflection on the ocean the only light. He shakes his head and you can’t help but be mesmerized by his beauty.

His tousled blonde locks move with his head, shaking out the sand and the shape of your grip. Even with your hand print out of his hair, the scratches down his back will take a while to fade away.

#bnha #mha #x reader #bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsukibakugou #bnha oneshots #bakugou smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha x you #mha fluff #bnha fluff #mha smut

[duskholland]

Idea for a smut with tom that he's somewhere far off for filming, so you video chat before bed. One day you decide to tease him a bit by wearing something that shows off your boobs but tom being the gentleman he is, tries not to look, maybe you're still in the early stages of dating. But then when you hang up he admits he had to hold himself back from looking at you to which you answer that you did it on purpose. And he's like FUCK and calls you up again to show you how hard you made him and👀👀

this concept...ooft. I absolutely love it, thank you so much for sending it my way !!! 2.2k, nsfw; 18+ minors dni!!

—clearing out the askbox: smut edition—

extended warnings: cyber sex, mutual masturbation.

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As your phone screen buffers and loads the video call, you pull at the top of your tank top, mischievously dragging it down your chest in order to expose some more skin. The moment you’d got the text from your boyfriend, Tom, asking if you’d like to call him, you’d pulled off your bra and slithered into the very tight, very form-fitting top. You’re resting over the bed now, on your front, and as you check out your reflection in the dark loading screen of your phone, you realise that your objective has been completed: your boobs look great, and you look hot.

You enjoy teasing Tom, love the way he always tries to act like such a gentleman when he’s around you. You’ve only been together a few months, and over the past two weeks that he’s been away on location shooting his new film, you’ve had fun stripping down and slipping into a different provocative outfit each night, just to see how far you can push it before he snaps. So far, you’ve gotten away with a variety of interesting garments: tight dresses, thin bra straps, no shirt... And yet Tom’s resolve has remained strong as he looks anywhere but your figure, eyes fixed firmly on your face as his cheeks dust red with arousal over the course of each call. You know you have an effect over him, but he isn’t allowing himself to show it, which is just testament to his endearing chivalry.

It’s fun, and you love teasing him like this, but you’ve grown fed up with the games. Now, the only objective you have is to push him over the edge, to the point where you’ve slipped on this tight top, applied a coat of your favourite lipstick, and greet him with a slightly seductive smirk as the call connects through.

“Hey, Tom,” you say, smiling at him.

Your boyfriend looks very handsome tonight. He’s sitting up against the headboard, wrapped up in an orange and green striped rugby shirt. He looks tired, deep bags hanging beneath his sparkling brown eyes, but as he meets your gaze through the camera, he grins. His entire face springs to life, a wide smile unfurling over his lovely pink lips.

“Hi, darling,” Tom replies, accented voice crisp and familiar. You sigh happily as you sit forward a little, your eyes following the lines of his brown curls, heart fluttering in your chest as you see him again. “How are you?”

For a while, you exchange pleasantries. Tom tells you all about his day on set, talking about the acrobatics involved with swinging around on high wires, and then the topic turns to you and your day. You keep steady eye contact with him, smirking softly every time you reposition and you watch Tom try very, very hard not to look at your bust. The way you’re laying, spread out across the mattress, means the tops of your boobs inhabit the entire lower section of the screen. After a while of watching Tom slowly getting more flustered, you start to play around with the thin strap of the top, enjoying the way he continuously clears his throat and tries, almost painfully, to keep his eyes up on your face.

You have to give it to him: his attempts at preserving your dignity are very valiant and well-mannered. It amuses you to work him up like this, to see very obviously the effect that you have over him as Tom resorts to scratching at his neck and pulling at his hair as he tries to distract himself from looking at your tits. He reaches breaking point about ten minutes in when you sit up straighter and the camera picks up the line of your pebbled nipples, straining against the shirt.

“Oh, uh, Y/N, darling, I’m- I’m going to have to go,” he mutters. You see him swallow, eyes wide.

“Oh, really?” You coo, pouting softly. “How come?”

Tom shifts around on the bed, managing a very weak smile. “Just remembered I have some, uh, things to do,” he says. “Talk tomorrow?”

You exchange some farewells, and then your heart sinks as Tom disconnects the call and your phone screen falls black. You scowl as you throw yourself back onto the bed, wishing that Tom wasn’t so lovely, and respectful, and kind. You love those qualities, and your boyfriend is nothing but incredible towards you, but part of you wishes that you were at that stage in your relationship where you could just cut to the chase and enact your darkest desires over video call, instead of having to try and goad him into releasing his frustrations with you.

After a few moments of contemplation, your phone screen lights up and interrupts your reveries.

Tom <3: were you doing that on purpose

You raise an eyebrow as you reach for your phone, biting your lip as you continue the conversation with him.

Y/N: idk...what are you talking about?

Tom <3: your shirt Tom <3: did you wear it so low on purpose or is it just like that

Y/N: did it on purpose Y/N: cute to see you try not to look at me Y/N: very innocent

You see the message come up with the notification for read, then watch as the text bubble for Tom typing pops up, only to disappear a moment later. Just as your eyebrows start to furrow with confusion, your phone begins to vibrate again, and you smile as you see another incoming video message from Tom. You quickly press accept, then roll onto your back and lay back on your bed, head resting against your pillows as your free hand goes to rest on your lower stomach.

The call connects, and your eyes widen as you take in the sight of your boyfriend, bare-chested now, his hair slightly messier than before. His bright brown eyes are wide as he looks at you, glaring mischievously at you as he licks over his lower lip.

“You little minx,” he murmurs, narrowing his eyes into slits. “I knew it.”

You just shrug, humming softly. “You’re cute,” you reply. You waggle your eyebrows as your eyes shamelessly take in the expanse of his naked chest. “And hot.”

Tom chuckles. “So are you,” he returns. He’s a lot looser now, you realise, his face less a bright red, more a gentle pink. “I had to try so hard not to look at you, didn’t want you to think I was being weird.” Tom licks his lips. “If I’d known you were doing it on purpose…” He clucks his tongue, and as he sees the lust in your eyes, he adds, “Makes me so fucking hard to see you like this, love.”

Your eyes move over the screen, and you realise you can’t see one of Tom’s arms. With an arching eyebrow, you bite your lip.

“Show me?” You ask, softly.

Tom glances at you, seeming to contemplate it for a moment before nodding. “Will you show me?” He asks.

“What do you want to see?”

Your boyfriend groans, as if the question brings him unrestricted levels of pleasure. “Everything.”

You chuckle as you nod. “Gimme a sec.”

With excited hands, you put the phone down and stand from the bed, making quick work of your jeans as you wriggle out of them. Next to go are your panties, and then the very thin tank top. You settle back on the bed, fully naked, picking up the phone and holding it in front of you. You keep it angled towards your face, but you know he’s able to see the tops of your chest, complete bare now for him.

“So gorgeous, love,” he murmurs, voice warm and familiar. “Look at what you’ve done to me.”

Your throat runs dry as Tom flips the camera on his phone and the image changes. He’s still laying on his hotel bed, but you’re greeted with the sight of his hand, wrapped in a fist around his hard, leaking cock. The sharp camera picks up the precum leaking from his flushed tip, and you moan softly as you watch him run a thumb over his length, spreading the precum down his length as he goes back to jerking himself off, slow but deliberate, his quiet grunts coming down the line.

“Was that all me?” You reply, captivated as you watch the muscles in his forearm flex. Your cunt clenches, wetness pooling at your entrance as you reminisce on the times you’ve spent with his cock in your mouth, or your hand, or buried deep inside you. You let your hand slip down between your legs, fingertips brushing at your cunt and gathering some of your arousal before spreading it up to your clit.

“Yes,” Tom replies. His voice is louder now he’s holding the phone closer to his face, and the sound of his tone in such high quality makes you shiver. “Show me, please?”

You continue to rub your clit, teasing your bud with delicate circles as you fumble with your phone and flip the camera too, holding the device above you as you get a shot of your chest. You know he can see your hand between your legs, but the strategic position of your fingers blocks out the sight of your pussy, flushed and wet for him.

“Fuck, darling,” Tom groans. “You look incredible.”

You bite at your lip, shifting around on the bed and angling the phone so he can see your naked chest.

“Thanks, Tommy,” you reply. You pause for a moment, breath hitching when you reach down and slip two fingers into your tight heat. As you work yourself open, you look into the camera and speak directly to him. “I feel so empty without you,” you complain, lips rolling into a pout. “Wish you were here to fuck me properly.” With a mischievous smirk, you pull the phone further down your body, parting your thighs properly and letting him get a nice, long look at the sight of your fingers fucking your cunt. “I’m so wet for you.”

Your boyfriend whimpers and the sound makes your cunt throb. You keep the phone trained between your legs, but angle it so you can watch the screen, enjoying the sight of Tom stroking himself, his cock red and fully erect. There’s something so seductive about getting off together, something very intimate about exposing yourself like this to him, and in return being able to see the power that you hold over him.

“So pretty, baby,” he says. “I think about your pretty fucking pussy every day. Get off to it with my hand around my cock, just like this. I imagine being inside you, feeling you- fuck, feeling you taking me so well, so tight.” A strangled groan comes up his throat, and you whimper. You readjust your hand so the flat of your thumb hits against your clit, a high forming in the pit of your stomach. “Does that feel good?” He asks, and you know he can hear the sounds of you fucking your wetness with your fingers. “Do you like showing me your cunt like this?”

You moan, your chest heaving as you curl your fingers up to stimulate your g-spot.

“Yes, Tom,” you reply, your voice coming out weak. “Love it.”

“That’s my girl.” Tom’s tone is high and tight, stretched thin with lust. You see the way his phone shakes as he gets nearer to peaking, his hand moving quickly over his cock. “Gonna let me watch you cum, hmm? I want to see you get your fingers wet for me, lovie.”

You moan in response, nodding your head despite him being unable to see him. “Fuck,” you whimper, feeling it near. “Gonna cum.”

Tom grunts. “Go on,” he encourages, voice raspy. “I’m gonna blow, darling, let me see you. Fuck, pussy looks so sweet. Bet it’s so tight and warm, isn’t it? Are you going to let me watch you cum?”

You moan as you peak, warmth spreading out across your centre in powerful waves as you climax with a cry. Your eyes squeeze shut as the intensity of your orgasm takes you off guard, and when you’re able to open them a few moments later, you’re greeted with the sight of Tom cumming. His pretty moans and whines make you shiver, prolonging your high as you watch him peak, white cum shooting from his tip and all across his stomach. It’s so messy, and frenzied, and it’s all for you.

“Fuck, Tom,” you groan, basking in the afterglow. “You’re so hot.”

After a few moments of his ragged breathing, Tom flips the camera and you’re greeted with his face again. Once you’ve done the same, you’re able to look into his eyes, finding comfort in the warm slopes of his lips and the gentle love reflecting from his gaze. You feel closer to him - closer than ever before.

“You’re stunning,” Tom compliments, causing you to smile at him. “So beautiful, love.”

You bite at your lip, shrugging almost bashfully. “Thank you,” you mutter, using a hand to tame your hair. You wink at him as you relax, slowly recovering your breath. “That was fun.”

Tom nods, his curly brown hair a mess over his forehead. “It was,” he agrees. His teeth glint as he smiles at you, wide and proud. “How about, next time you feel like having some fun, you just come out and tell me?” He suggests.

You grin. “You mean you didn’t enjoy my teasing?”

He chuckles. “Oh, believe me, darling, I did.” Tom grins wickedly. “Just I much rather enjoy the sight of you fucking yourself for me.”

You bite your lip, feeling your cunt throb in response to his words.

“Sounds good to me.” Your hand creeps back down between your legs, and you look at him slyly. “Round two?”

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