#run your fingers through it. tug on it. hell. fuckin pet him

[proxima-writes]

Title: No Closer Could I Be To God

Pairing: Post-outbreak!Joel Miller x Female Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary:

The closest he’s been to a god in these last few miserable years has been between your thighs.

Dear Reader:

This one is for the homies with religious trauma. If you enjoy this little fic, please comment or reblog! Title art is "Through Cataclysm" by Andreas Birath (b. 1974).

Warnings:

explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), infidelity, no use of y/n, no reader description or age, single POV - Joel, post-outbreak Jackson, heavy religious themes and imagery, unprotected p in v, oral sex - f receiving, dirty talk, pet names, begging.

Joel Miller gave up on the notion of a benevolent god around the time the light faded from his daughter’s eyes and he was left to hold her lifeless body. Since then, he’s only seen glimpses of that former goodness in the world — in Tess and the way she fought tooth and nail for their survival and in Ellie, once she quit being such a pain in the ass.

But perhaps the closest he’s been to a god in these last few miserable years has been between your thighs.

“Joel!” You cry out, squirming beneath his tight grip. He’s got you laid out on the work bench, thighs hugging his head as he licks and sucks your clit until you’re singing his praises. The storage shed is hot, sweat gathering at his neck and beading at his temple and making his fingers slip against your damp skin.

“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth away from your center and licking his lips to gather every drop of you from his flesh. “You’re fuckin’ loud today.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, voice breathy as your chest heaves with desperate breaths. “It’s been too long.”

“I know,” Joel agrees, standing up and leaning forward to steal a kiss, your hot mouth opening immediately for his tongue to explore. You taste like shitty instant coffee and mint, his favorite flavor as long as you're the source. “‘M sorry.”

Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, nails scratching against his scalp. He drags his lips across your jaw, down your neck, sinking his teeth briefly against your pulse point to make you shiver.

The modest dress you’re wearing is rucked up around your waist and Joel reaches down to slip his fingers past the elastic of your underwear, sinking two digits inside of you and groaning at how tight you are, how warm and wet you get for him. Your quiet whimper reaches his ears and he wishes he could hear you without restraint, wishes he knew how loud you could be. He’s fairly certain it’s as close to a choir of angels he could ever get.

Especially since he’s destined for hell. But that’s neither here nor there. Right now, he’s in heaven.

He removes his fingers, reaching up to slip them past your lips for a quick clean. Your tongue glides across his fingertips and your eyelids flutter shut as he uses his free hand to work his belt open with clumsy movements. He shoves his jeans and boxers down his hips, just enough to expose the hard length of his cock.

Joel pulls his hand away from your face, using his spit slick fingers to pump himself. With his other hand, he reaches into the chest pocket of his flannel shirt for his knife.

Your eyes go wide as he pops the blade open, slipping the cold steel beneath the elastic of your panties and tugging sharply. The fabric snaps, echoing your gasp, your mouth dropped open in surprise. He doesn’t give you long to recover, sliding his cock through your wet folds and smiling in satisfaction as your expression shifts from incredulity to pleasure.

“You ready?” Joel grunts, his tip catching at your entrance. You nod your head rapidly, but he’s in the mood to hear you beg. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Please, Joel,” you murmur. Your lashes glisten with captured tears and the sight makes his blood run hot. “Please, please, please!”

Joel presses forward, sinking into your body with ease. You have one hand on the workbench behind you to support yourself but the other grips his shoulder tightly, fingernails sure to leave little indents in his skin even through the fabric of his shirt.

“Christ,” he hisses, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. “Always feel so fuckin’ good. How is it always so fuckin’ good?”

“Need you to move,” you reply. “Please, Joel.”

And what is he if not your good and faithful servant?

Joel draws his hips back and thrusts sharply, lifting his head to watch your face as he does. This is his favorite part, staring into the Garden of Eden, enjoying his forbidden fruit. You whimper and moan, teeth digging into your bottom lip to keep quiet.

When he feels that knot of pleasure coiling tight in his belly, he curses and chases it all at once. It’s always over too soon when all he wants is to worship at your altar for eternity.

“Angel,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your low back as your own circle his shoulders. “Need you to come for me, baby.”

You whine, high and petulant. “No, no, no,” you chant, “Not yet.”

Joel leans forward to capture your lips with his, the action more of a sharing of breath that lacks any coordination of a proper kiss. He slips his hand between your bodies to circle your clit, the responding moan swallowed by his greedy mouth.

“Good thing you don’t make the rules,” he grunts, hips stuttering as you begin to squeeze around him. He may not inherit the kingdom of god, but he at least got a glimpse of heaven today.

Your legs drop from around his waist and he lifts his head to find your gaze. He always worries what he’ll see — disgust, guilt, and shame have all been reflected back at him before. But today…today you just smile softly, your skin damp with sweat and your lips swollen from his kisses and your teeth.

“Joel,” you murmur, pressing a palm to his cheek. “I have to go.”

Joel nods, knowing you’re right. He’s kept you long enough. Gray light filters through the dirt caked window of the little shed and you should get back to your home to get ready for Sunday service.

“I’ll see you around,” he replies, wrapping a hand behind your neck to pull you forward and give you one last hungry kiss before stepping away to right his pants. He holds a hand out to you to help you down from the work bench and watches as you fix your dress.

You give him one last watery smile before leaving through the flimsy wooden door. It slams back against the frame, the sound sharp to Joel’s ears. He sighs, counting to himself as he catalogs the spiderwebs and rusted tools in the shed.

There’s a flash of white in the corner of his eye. The mangled fabric of your panties sits discarded on the ground, and he leans forward to pick them up, pocketing them. For what, he’s not sure, but he’ll take any piece of you he can get.

Even if it’s just the part you’ve carelessly left behind.

________

Later, your husband stands at the dented podium to deliver his Sunday morning sermon to the good people of Jackson who still turn to religion for comfort and guidance. Joel isn’t one of those people, but he sits on a rough wooden bench across the aisle from you. Your panties are still tucked away in his pocket and he wonders if you’ve cleaned up already, or if you’re still full of him even as you sit there watching your husband.

“…And we see this spoken of in Proverbs 7:25 — ‘Do not let your heart turn to her ways or stray into her paths. Many are the victims she has brought down; her slain are a mighty throng. Her house is a highway to the grave, leading down to the chambers of death’.”

Joel looks towards you as the words settle among the crowd. Your gaze remains steadfastly on your husband, but your hands move restlessly in your lap. When Joel looks up at the podium, he finds your husband’s righteous glare trained on him.

Maybe Joel was wrong. He hasn’t found heaven in you.

He’s just found a deeper hell.

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[wroteclassicaly]

Giving eddie a hand job and whispering praises in his ear while he sits pretty and slowly becomes an aroused mess, only focusing on how good you're making him feel 😔

HATE | No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | F*CK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

Okay, listen… I have a thing for Eddie Munson being a subby lil’ man. And many, many visuals, rn. So I’m gonna write a little something in the cut below. :P

Send me a hot scenario and I will rate it

When Eddie Munson agreed to let you ‘try something’, he wasn’t exactly sure just what you had planned for him. Reversing the roles of lap sitting is definitely not what he could’ve fathomed in his cynical brain. Yet, here he sits, bare ass on your jean clad thigh, his own denim and boxers bunched around his ankles, only to be kicked away seconds later by your demanding encouragement, his head tilted back to rest on your shoulder, curls sweaty and damp on his forehead. You’re the one who sits on his dungeon master throne, polished nails biting into the meat of his left thigh as it’s spread out over your other leg. He’s completely at your mercy.

“Good boy, Eds.” You whisper into his ear, you warm breath caressing the shell and making his cock twitch in your spit-slick palm.

You tap it against his thick erection, humming underneath your breath. “Don’t stop your multi-tasking on my account, baby boy.”

He croons at the damned pet names, head turning to the side in a breathless plea for a kiss. Your grant him a mere hover of your lips, choosing that moment to begin tugging his cock in a sinfully wet glide. His lips purse, mouth dropping open into a series of pitiful whimpers. He squirms on your lap, his tall and lanky form practically rutting into that denim seam that runs between your thighs—your only barrier.

“My boyfriend has such a pretty cock. Gonna split me open later, aren’t you? You wanna make me cry, Eddie, hmm?”

“Y/N… Please—“

You squeeze him around the base, your other hand combing through his chocolate tresses. “Shh, Eddie. I know. You’re being perfect for me, trusting me to take control. Make you feel good.”

Eddie arches into your hand, gaining his own friction. You immediately halt your movements, your tongue licking a crude stripe up his neck, tasking perspiring salt and hints of his aftershave and cheap cologne.

Debaucherous and downright filthy, you’re beginning to focus on that translucent cream bubbling at the head of his dick. You swipe your thumb across it, swirling it around that vein on the underside of him, before pressing the digit into your mouth and groaning around it, releasing with a pop. “Tastes so fucking good, Eds.”

His hands, which are still remaining in their position on the arms of his chair, begin to stir. You let him cup your jawline, bringing your lips close to his. “Fuckin’ need to feel your mouth on mine, Y/N.”

The kiss is noisy and sloppy, Eddie’s tongue greedily moving against your own, pushing, licking, making a mess of you until you’re sharing a disgustingly long string of saliva, that drizzles on the break away, landing on your knuckles. You spread your fingers, letting it seep in and douse Eddie’s cock. His face buries into your neck, forgetting his campaign plans spread out on the table before you both. He’s fighting not to thrust into your grip, begging in silent screams. You trace your fingers down his back, tapping his tailbone. “Up and sit back against the table for me.”

He obeys without question, palms down, arms back behind him, naked body on display. You find it difficult to walk, that squish between your thighs soaking through your panties. Hell, maybe even the jeans too. Your pupils are blown so wide that it makes your damn vision foggy and lust-filled. You remember your dominance, fingernails crawling up his chest and pulling the guitar pick chain, flicking it several times, leaning forward and running your tongue across his nipple, teeth scraping in that rough way that he likes, relishing in the hiss that comes from him, his cock’s tip collecting more pre-cum, all the way up into that happy trail that’s shining with it.

You suck and bite at the surrounding flesh of his pectoral tattoo, your hand working back over his cock, pumping him into a sopping wet fist, collecting more of his essence on the fingers of your free hand, pressing it to his plush lips. Those chocolate eyes are completely gone, only a glossy black casting its sparkling shadow in the middle of his sclera. He opens his mouth, sampling every last drop.

“Yeah, good boy, Eddie. How do you taste? Know how you’re always making me taste myself too?” When he nods, common sense obliterated, you’re stepping as close as you can get without smashing your body into his. “And you know what, baby? You taste way better.”

“N-not a chance in Hell.” He manages.

You laugh, running your hands through his hair, both of you watching how you stroke and pleasure him. You let your hand slide around, smacking at his ass a little, smirking. “There we go. You’re doing so well for me, Eddie. I’m proud of you.”

He’s giddy and nearly loses his load right then and there. You feel him throb in your grip. “Yeah, you like that? That I’m proud of you, Eds?”

“You’re so getting fucked until you can’t walk, just know that.” He’s panting as he says it, his tone meant to be threatening and seductive, but coming out as a simpering mess.

You smirk. “Careful, Dungeon Master. It seems that I have got the… upper hand here.”

#asks #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson #stranger things 4 fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #thanks so much for the ask! ^_^

[forlorn-crows]

Like A Moth To Flame

something for @miasmaghoul bc she didnt get the birthday week she should have

Pairing: Cumulus/Dewdrop

Tags: fingering, facesitting, heat cycles, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, dew is a gentleman and will give lus whatever she wants

Words: 1913

Summary: “I need you,” she rasps. Dew’s about to ask again when the scent hits him; honeysuckle, sweet nectar, vanilla. And under that, salt, tangy citrus, sheer need. Sex. 

“‘Lus,” his voice softens, “what’s wrong?”

Dew clears his throat and tries not to groan. “You’re—”

“In heat,” Cumulus answers. “Please, I,” she whines, nearly doubling over, “it wants you. The heat it—I only want you.”  

or, under the cut:

The knock on the door startles him awake, jolting him from that hazy, just-about-to-fall-asleep headspace. Dew grumbles, launching himself from the bed and stomping across the room. He had been fitful all evening. He was just about to fall asleep, finally able to get comfortable. The fire ghoul huffs a piece of disheveled hair out of his face and yanks the door open, harsh words already biting at the seam of his lips.

“The fuck do you wa—” Dewdrop stops short, taking in the tear-faced ghoulette standing in front of him.

Cumulus stands clutching her own arms, clad in only her silky, skimpy pajama set. Her skin is dripping with sweat, running hot from the tips of her ears down to her bare toes. She’s panting too, looking at Dew with wild, desperate eyes. 

“‘Lus,” his voice softens, “what’s wrong?”

“I need you,” she rasps. Dew’s about to ask again when the scent hits him; honeysuckle, sweet nectar, vanilla. And under that, salt, tangy citrus, sheer need. Sex . 

Dew clears his throat and tries not to groan. “You’re—”

“In heat,” Cumulus answers. “Please, I,” she whines, nearly doubling over, “it wants you. The heat it—I only want you .”  

“Me,” he says, dumbfounded. It’s not as if he’s a stranger to Cumulus in his bed; quite the opposite. But never has he been alone with her during her heat, preferring to be an accessory to her usually holing up with Cirrus or even Mountain when she’s in the thick of it. He’ll never complain about that.

But this is new. Not unwelcome. Just . . . new. 

“You. Satanas , you, baby,” Cumulus sighs, reaching out to cup the side of his face. The waft of her scent and the heat of her hand makes his dick twitch in his sweatpants. She runs her thumb over the swell of his bottom lip and his eyes flutter.

“Fuck, ‘Lus,” he breathes. 

She steps closer. “Take care of me?” she asks, pulling the hand holding open the door from the handle, bringing it instead to cup her through her shorts. She bites back a whimper as his hand makes contact with the wet spot already there. “Please.” Her voice is so small, breaking as she presses Dew’s hand firmly against her body. 

Dew’s breath catches in his throat, the sudden urge to eat her out in the doorway making his blood run that much hotter. Any thoughts of sleep drift out of the room on trails of her scent as he tugs her inside with a husky yes . 

He bullies her onto his bed, shoving the pillows together in a makeshift backrest. Dew follows her down and melts against her, groaning when Cumulus grips him tight to her body and kisses him hotly, all tongue and fang. Her thick thigh slots between his legs, making him gasp against her mouth. 

“Your hand,” Cumulus breathes. “ Please , need your hand, baby.” Dew doesn’t hesitate to shove his arm between them, slipping beneath her shorts and pressing between her folds with thin fingers. 

“Oh ‘Lus ,” he groans. “Seven hells you’re fuckin’ wet.” He slides lower, teasing her entrance. Her cunt is slick and velvety beneath his fingers, accentuated by the wet, creamy sounds that grace his ears as he pets her. 

"Faster," she gasps. "Need t' cum, please, fast— fuck ." Dew circles her clit with steady, even pressure, tucking his face into her neck and kissing the sweaty curls stuck to her skin.

"Gonna give you as many as you want," Dew purrs. "However you want, sweet thing. Come on, that's it." Cumulus keens under his hand, thighs shaking beneath him. She clutches at his shoulders, his back, his hair. He presses the heel of his hand right into the place where her waistband would sit, speeding his fingers just enough to make her gasps turn into frantic, reedy cries. 

“ Dew , baby, oh —”

“Yeah, right there? Right fuckin’ there, huh?” he goads, nosing along the shell of her ear. 

“Cumming, I’m cumm ing ,” Cumulus chokes out. Her belly goes warm and fuzzy, hips already stuttering up into Dew’s even warmer hand as she chases that pleasure. Blooming and bursting until she cums, digging her claws into his biceps and arching off the bed. 

“ FuckDew—hhnnnfuck —” Slick dribbles past his fingers as he works her through it. He can feel each throb of her cunt pulsing against the tips of his fingers, little moans wrenching their way out of her mouth with each twitch. Dew keeps pace until she snatches his hand by the wrist and sags against the sheets. 

He places a kiss to her temple and snuggles up to her side. “So hot, ‘Lus,” he groans. He’s hard against the crease of her hip, but he doesn’t dare grind against her leg. It’s not about him. It’s about her. 

“Want you in my mouth,” he breathes, kissing along her jaw. “Want you on my face. Get me all wet, wanna make you feel good. Let you use me.”

“Shit,” Cumulus whispers. She pulls his face to hers once more, kissing him deep. “You’re so good to me,” she mumbles against his lips, “make me feel so— hah —” Dew gropes one of her tits, kneading gently.

“Yeah? Maybe I should suck on these instead, make you cum like that. Soak your shorts.” She whines into Dew’s mouth. “So pretty when you do.”

Cumulus nods her head up and down in quick little motions. She pushes up against his hand, encouraging him, the need and edge returning just as strong as before. 

He smiles against her mouth. “But you should sit on me first,” he whispers, already rolling off to her side. “Take what you need. Smother me with those pretty thighs.”

“Yes, baby, yes .” Cumulus flips on top of him, straddling his waist and grinding down on his clothed cock. It gets him to groan so she does it again, unruly curls falling down to shroud each side of his face when she leans over him. 

“ Fuck , ‘Lus, just like that.” She kisses away the next groan that falls from his lips, more languid this time, but still just as fervid. She kisses like she wants to become a part of him, like she wants to meld their bodies together. Dew, of course, would happily let her. 

Cumulus pulls away, dragging her teeth over his bottom lip before she lets his mouth go. Dew smooths his hands over her stomach and sides as she sits up and pulls off her cami. She shakes out her curls, pushing them back behind her shoulders.

Cumulus bites her lip when she glances back down to see Dew looking at her with lidded eyes, rapt. “What’s that look for, Dewbug?” she smiles. 

He hums. “You know what it’s for,” he says, moving his hands up to her chest. “Could look at you all day. Just the prettiest cloud in the sky.” Her mouth drops open when he cups her tits, craning his body up to kiss at them. “And the hottest,” he gives her a peck, “and the fuckin’ sexiest,” another peck, and a tweak to her nipple for good measure. His hands wander back down to her sides, sliding further back to grab at her ass instead. The air ghoulette gasps as he pulls her up to her knees, pulling her hips closer to his face. “Gorgeous, all of you. And I want all of you, ‘Lus,” he breathes, pressing his nose to the front of her shorts and breathing in. “ Satanas , I could eat you whole.”

Cumulus gasps as he nips at the fabric, pulling at it with his teeth. “Please do,” she groans, slipping off her soaked shorts. She shimmies back up to hover over Dew’s face, bracing her arms on the wall. The fire ghoul grabs at her thighs and groans. 

“Give it to me,” he growls. “Want you to ride me until I can’t breathe.”

“ Shit , Dew, I—”

“Come on,” he bites, shifting further into the pillows and pulling her closer. “Let me taste that pretty cunt.”

Cumulus whines at his words and sinks down, spreading her folds over the fire ghouls face. She gasps as she’s met with his hot tongue, stuck out and waiting for that first roll of her hips. 

She’s not sure who’s louder when she grinds down and rubs her clit from the tip of his tongue to the tip of his nose, but she can feel his groan more than she can hear it. 

“ Yes , that’s— oh that’s s’ good,” she pants, rocking over his mouth. Dew hums in agreement, eyes rolling back into his head as he’s smothered by her sex, by the very core of her heat. By sweat, slick, pheromones, and need. 

“Oh, baby, your— hah —your mouth ,” Cumulus whines. She keens as Dew sucks on her swollen clit, nose pushing into the neat patch of hair on her mound. “ Oh , suck on it suck on it .” Cumulus grips her elbows and rests her head against her forearms, bucking into it. Each pull on her clit sends a rush of pleasure straight to her core, ratcheting her close again already. 

Dew digs into her thighs, lapping fervently now. Cumulus hopes his fingers leave marks, pretty little purple ones that freckle her skin for days after. To remind her of how utterly devoted he can be, just for her.

Dew dips his tongue just past her entrance, unnaturally curling somehow right where she needs it.

"How do you— shit , baby," she gasps. Dew muffles an uh huh against her cunt and casts his gaze upwards, copper irises glinting in the moonlight through long lashes, eyes lidded and boring straight to her core. The look is enough to make her throb; her thighs twitch against the side of his face and she keens. 

It’s too much and not enough. Even with his tongue curling inside of her, her clit nudging the tip of his nose with each little hip thrust, his hot hands kneading at her sweat-dampened skin, she’s suddenly feeling very, very empty. 

Cumulus bounces on his mouth a little, fucking his tongue in deeper. "Need your uhhh — shit —need your dick, need you t' fuck me," she rambles. She reaches back and unceremoniously gives him a grab, tossing her head back when he yelps and his dick kicks in her hand. 

" Guh -oh fuck , 'Lus," Dew slurs, choking on his words as she peels herself away. But he isn't separated for long; Cumulus grabs a fistful of his collar and yanks him back on top of her, capturing his hips between her thighs and wrapping her legs around him to pull him flush. Dew groans again and brackets her torso with his arms, grinding down to make her whimper and gasp.

She watches a sly grin creep across his face as he grinds harder. "How bad do you want it?" he drawls.

Cumulus grips his ass, pushing him into her. " Bad ," she emphasizes. Her slick has already soaked the front of his pants; she can feel how thick it is, how neverending. Her body right now is insatiable, and she needs the fever of the need broken by the only one burning just as hot. "Fuck me 'til I can't see straight, baby, make me forget my own name ."

Dew groans, a drawn-out. needy thing. He grabs her by the throat and leans in close, licking a fat stripe up the side of her jaw. He reaches between them and pulls his cock free, grinding against her wet cunt with a growl. 

" Yes fucking ma'am." 

#the band ghost #fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #cumulus ghoulette #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x cumulus #cumulus x dewdrop #i posted and finished this on mobile lord help me

[gretavanlace]

Alabama Song

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, mild impact play, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, degradation, use of toys, etc.

This one’s for this beauty...thank you, my lovely anon

“You’re fucking disgusting.” your words are mashed together into one languid syllable as you tug Jake into the bedroom, both of you wobbling on four left feet. “You stink of whiskey…” you lean in and draw in a breath of him, “and weed.”

“S’that any way to speak to…” he stumbles over himself, weight landing hard against you. You aren’t any steadier, and you crash to the ground with matching groans.

“We fell down.” he informs you seriously, like you might not have realized.

“Now we’ve gotta get up.” You shrug, as if it’s no big deal, but honestly, you can’t begin to fathom how you’ll go about doing so.

“That any way to speak to the whiskey warrior?” he asks, completing his thought this time around, except ‘warrior’ comes out sounding more like…well, like nothing the English language has ever boasted.

“You didn’t beat Josh.” you point out, rolling on to your stomach. Maybe if you can hike yourself up on your knees, you might find the way to your feet more easily.

“YesssIdid…” he slurs, sounding incredulous.

“You drank more, but then you puked on yourself.” you remind him, resting your cheek on the floor of the bedroom to stop the room from spinning.

“That was a cough s’all.” he lies, shaking his fist around like a frustrated old man. “I won’t stand for this character assasination.”

“Assas-na-tay-shunnn?” you ask, poking fun at the way his heavy, drunk tongue has massacred the word.

“‘Y’heard me.” he offers an exaggerated nod and crawls over to where you’re trying to pull yourself up.

“Help me into bed, wouldya, darling? Seem to have lost me legs.”

“Pirate Jake’s no fun.” you complain. “Where’s Oliver? I want Oliver.”

He gives up and sprawls out on the floor, limbs splayed out like he might be readying to make a snow angel. “S’just ‘cause you wanna fuck Oliver.”

“So?” No point in arguing. At last, you manage to haul yourself to your feet, steeling yourself against the bed. “C’mon up here and fuck me, Kiszka.”

“Sammy boy!” he snaps his fingers sloppily into the air. “Josh? Kelly? Hell, Ronnie? Anybody? The lady’s requested a Kizska.” he slurs his own last name adorably.

“Y’know which Kiska I want.” you nudge him in the ribs with your toe when he rolls closer to your feet.

“Help.” he says it softly, almost like he’s calling your name in his sleep the way he sometimes does.

“Oh no,” you lament. “This is going to be bad.”

He nods slowly in agreement, and thrusts his hand up at you.

It takes a ridiculous amount of time, but eventually you’re both stretched out across the mattress, loose limbs tangled together.

“Can I tell you something?” you whisper, unsure of whether he’s already passed out or not.

“Go on, darling.” he mumbles.

“You kinda smell like vomit.” you smile, though he can’t see you in the dark. It’s doubtful he could focus on you in the light, even if there was any to be seen.

“It’s a new cologne. French, you uncultured swine.”

“Did you jus’ call me a swine?” you ask with feigned shock.

“S’also french.” he slurs. “Means pretty.”

You roll over and straddle his lap gracelessly. “You smell terrible.” you run your hand through the tangled mess of his tresses. “And your hair is so gross. All knotted and sweaty. Speaking of sweat, you’re covered in it. Lookit yourself…” your fists curl into his wrinkled, stained shirt and then reach up, trying your hardest to brush the drenched locks, that stick to his face in ribbons, away. “Fuckin’ mess.”

“Be nice.” he ruts his hips up into you, but you feel nothing but softness.

“Never said I didn’t like it. I’ll fuck you just like this. I’ll fuck you all dirty and sloppy drunk…I don’t care.”

“Not the only one who’s drunk.” he points out lazily. “Look at your pretty tits falling out of your shirt and you didn’t even notice. Bad girl.”

“Why are you lookin’ at my tits, Jacob? Pervert.” you tease, yanking down on the scoop neck of your top to expose them totally.

“‘Cause I wanna put them in my mouth.” he says it matter-of-factly, like the answer should have been obvious.

“Do it then.” you challenge.

He lifts his weary head from the pillow and immediately drops it back down. “Bring them to me, will you, baby?”

You lean forward and he begins to suck at your right nipple with a messy, yet somehow delicate, technique…completely ignoring the left in a way he normally never would. Soon, his suckles begin to slow, drawing out gently…a baby drifting off at his mother’s breast.

“Jake…” you call softly.

His eyes laze open, slightly unfocused.

“Please, Jakey?” you need him so badly, but again, when you grind down into his lap…nothing.

“You’re gonna have to wake it up, darling.” he mumbles around the tightened tip of your breast. “Whiskey dick’s a bitch.”

“Goddamn you and Josh with your stupid drinking contests.” you snap, but it’s quiet and subdued, as you are also far too intoxicated to get properly worked up.

“Dinnit see you turnin’ anything down.” he points out, pawing at your hair as you wind a swerving path down his body.

It takes much too long for you to figure out how to operate his belt, and even longer to maneuver his button and zipper around…but finally, his cock rests, soft and sleeping, inches from your kiss.

“Dunno, Jakey…” you tease, licking along his length. “Seems like this pretty dick of yours doesn’t feel like coming out to play.”

“Shhh, put it in your mouth.” the demand rambles out of him as if it’s all one listless word.

He’s clammy and damp everywhere. Sweat beading and rolling down the expanse of his body. The scent of him, so just completely…Jake, is intensified ten-fold. It’s indecent and vulgar, salacious and improper, and it makes you love it even more. It makes you want it even more. You want to lick him clean…to swallow it all down as you nestle your face against him.

You ignore his cock and sink down further until the flat of your tongue can roam along his balls in a slow, savoring, stripe.

“Don’t, baby…” he protests with a shivering sigh. “M’all sweaty…you don’t have to-”

He quiets with a sharp hiss of breath when you suck one into your mouth, rolling it this way and that on your tongue with tender care.

You work him over thoroughly, sucking and licking every inch of him until he’s dripping wet, humming in pleasure, scratching at your scalp, purple marks blooming on the insides of his thighs…yet still– soft.

“‘Kay,” he wraps his hands around your shoulders and bestows a clumsy pat. “If I remember this in the morning, m’gonna pretend I don’t…but baby, it’s not happening.”

“Try.” you protest, sucking his soft, silken dick back into your mouth.

“Been trying, darling.” he sounds hopeless, and wasted…unbelievably wasted.

“But I want it.” you pout, sloppily lapping over his unresponsive tip. “C’mon and make me cum.”

His hand swats at your thigh with a uncoordinated flourish. “Come sit on Daddy’s face.” His words, slurred nearly beyond recognition or not, light a fire in your belly. Still, you argue, rightfully.

“You can’t even make your tongue work to form words, Jacob…” incidentally, neither can you. “How do you expect to get me off with it?”

“Know what?” he grabs for your shirt, misses, tries again, and then pulls you down close. “‘Bout tired of your smart mouth, little miss hot shit.”

“Bet Josh could get it up.” you tease, licking into his mouth. “Maybe I should go ask him to rail me into the couch. S’his cock s’pretty as his twin’s?”

“That’s fuckin’ it…” it tumbles out of him like he hasn’t even realized he’s spoken. “You wanna cock so bad? Grab it outta that fuckin’ drawer. Go on.”

You know what he means, but remain still all the same.

“Now, you fuckin’ cock slut. Move.” he’s still slurring to beat the band, but something hides behind his tone that makes you jump into drunken action, reaching forward to blindly search out the dildo hidden in your bedside drawer.

“Yeah,” he sounds so fucking smug. “Look at that…hurry up. I don’t have all night to fuck around with you.”

Your fingers curl around it and then, there you have it, held up and displayed between the two of you.

He snatches it out of your grip and thrusts it down beside his own cock. His first order comes, clipped and dark… “Lift your skirt.” His second, darker still, “Ride it.”

Without hesitation, you scramble around until the silicone head, smooth and still cool to the touch, is nudging at your soaked entrance. “Fuck it like it’s mine and you’re trying to make me cum. Do it.”

You slide down to the base, shuddering when his knuckles graze over your aching clit. “Aw’baby…” he stammers. “So greedy. Aren’t you sad that there won’t be any cum to fill this pretty hole of yours?”

“Fu– oh fuck…Jake…” You’re fucking yourself as best you can, unable to find a rhythm in your alcohol induced stupor.

“That’s it.” he watches you, but barely, blinking rapidly to regain his focus. “A whore…thatswhatyouare. Wretched whore…miserable little cunt always soaked n’ desperate. Tell me.”

“I am…” you nod urgently, feverishly searching for the right angle. “M’your whore.”

“Fucking vile...” he growls through his clenched teeth, “Can’t even wait for the real thing.”

Suddenly, he rips the cock out of you and before you can wrap your head around what’s happening, it’s landing, wet and heavy, against your stunned face in a revolting smack, before descending right back down to slip into your fluttering walls.

“Cum,you fucking slut...my filthy fuckin’ girl. Want it.” his tongue curls out as if he wants to lick your mouth, but you’re too far away.

Your hand drops to play with your clit, struggling to slip into the sweet, circling pace that is normally second nature. “Yeah, y’like that?” the way he sounds...sloppy, and barely there, is fucking with your head in the best way. “You like touching your pretty clit?”

“Mhmm…” you’re not sure how you’ve managed the tiny sound of confirmation, you feel a million miles away, and yet right beside him all at once. Without warning, the truth slips out before you can quiet the intrusive thought. “I hate that you’re still soft…makes me feel like you don’t want me.”

“Always want you, baby.” he hasn’t missed a beat, proving it’s the truth. “Told you, whiskey dick. You’re a fuckin’ wet dream…so hot. S’fuckin sexy.”

It’s inarticulate and less pragmatic than his reassurance would normally be, but unexpectedly, you love it all the more because of those things.

“C’mon you fuckin’ wet dream…pretty little cunt dripping all over me…cum for Daddy. Be a good girl…be a real good girl…”

His heavy lidded eyes are now trained unwaveringly between your legs, watching you work yourself over the dildo fisted in his hand as you stumble closer and closer to that blissful end you need so badly.

“Please…” you pant out, clutching at the shirt he’s still clad in, unbothered by the fact that it still bears the remnants of the dinner that drunkenly vacated his stomach.

“C’mon…” he coaxes softly, but it’s as though he’s spoken a thousand words…an opus of filthy encouragement lives in that tiny, slurred, verbal nudge.

“Jake…” it’s whiny, and drawn out. Shaking and hungry. So unlike yourself you scarcely recognize it…someone else might have stepped into the room momentarily to call his name for as foreign as it sounds.

“C’mon.” he repeats, thrusting the toy into you faster as you rock yourself down onto it. “Want it, baby. Wanna watch my sweet little thing cum. S’pretty.”

“More…” your nails curl into his soiled button up, and it’s a demand of only one word, but even in his state of intoxication, he understands. Praise…it’s what you want, what you need.

“Pretty baby…” he mumbles, fumbling around at your waist with his free hand. “That’s what you are. Beautiful…yeah, fuck…” he falters when you cry out and thrust against his hand harder. “Gorgeous little whore…all mine. Even when I can’t get it up. Still my fu- still my fuckin’ baby.”

Your head drops back, eyes gazing, unseeing, at the ceiling “Jake…” you breathe, it’s the only word you know right now “Jakejakejakejakejake fuck, please, Jake…”

You can’t see him, but you can feel his languid encouragement. He’s enjoying this, but in such a curious way, as though you could be a glass of cool lemonade he’s indulging in on a sweltering day. It’s odd to be on this solitary end of pleasure, but not unpleasant. In fact, you feel even hotter at the thought of it…taking what you want when what he wants doesn’t matter much at all. You shouldn’t love the selfishness of it as much as you do, but there it is, and it’s shoving at you, bullying you closer and closer toward the orgasm that is tugging away at the fringes of your being.

“Talk to me…” you gasp, desperate for his voice. The things he says, and the way he says them…so soft and velvety, slow and sensual, guiding you along like a beacon.

“And say what?” he pretends to mock you, but you pick up on the need in his tone right away. “How I know you need it bad? How that pussy’s making a mess of my hand?” he smacks at your face, owning you even though his movement is unskilled and messy. “Or maybe just that I love you? Love you s’much.”

Those words, that slurred, dragged out confession of adoration sends you crashing into the wall. The pleasure detonates within you, stealing your breath, leaving you unable to make a sound. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as your body grinds to a halt. He’s too far gone to manhandle you around enough to continue fucking the toy up into you, so he settles on spinning it inside as you cum hard above him.

“That’s my girl…” he murmurs…working you through it until you fall against him.

His hand cups the back of your head as he tugs the dildo out of you, dropping it to the floor without care. Within seconds, his breathing is deep and rhythmic…a quiet snore creeping in. It lulls you right alongside, and you slip into unconsciousness right there, wet and disheveled, curled over top of him.

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[lokisslut]

Loki’s Girl

You’ve been a brat all day and Loki finally has the chance to get his hands on you.

A/N : Hey guys this is my first fanfic I have ever posted on here!! I hope you love it and it isn’t really looked over and so there isn’t much spell checking or grammar checking!!

WARNINGS!! : Dom!Loki Sub!Reader Brat!Reader Cunnilingus pet names (Princess pet baby slut etc) Daddy kink squirting breeding kink unprotected sex PnV

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You feel Loki's slender fingers grip your wrist pulling you behind him.

“Loki!” You whisper yell at him you are completely bewildered as to what he is doing.

“Shut up” he hissed. Finally you reached the door to his bedroom. Loki opens the door with a harsh pull and rips you behind him.

“You have been a brat all day!” He was obviously exasperated. He grabs your waist and plops you down on his green velvet throw blanket that lies on his bed.

“First that tiny ass skirt, and then you flirting with my brother”

Loki ripped off his belt, the sound of the buckle echoing through his bedroom. “You obviously are just asking to be punished” his hands slither around your hands and guide them above your head. You feel his belt tighten around your wrists.

“You wanted to act like a slut so I’ll treat you like one..Pet” Loki’s fingers lip down to unclasp your bra. He admires your chest completely engulfed by the beauty laying in front of him. The pad of his thumb runs over your nipple making you shiver. He bends over and connects his mouth to your collarbone, sucking on the skin between his lips. You are sure there’s gonna be marks in the morning.

He lets his lips pull away from your neck. He moves off of you and unzips his pants. You watch with great intensity as he pulls his pants off. You stare intensely at the bulge in his boxers.

“Eyes up here princess” Loki smirks. He looks down at you and pushes his hands up your skirt and hooked your thong with his thumb. He tugs them down your legs and throws them off to the side of his room.

“Fuckin hell princess” Loki plants his hand on your thighs and squeezes them. Loki dips down between your thigh and licks a clean line over your clit.

“Master! Oh my god” you moan out closing your eyes. Loki starts circling your clit with his tongue with utmost intensity. You attempt to reach your hand down to grab him by his hair but the belt around your wrists keeps you from his hair.

Loki continues going down on you while you lay there struggling with the belt. You look down at him. Your eyes are met with his. He was looking up at you with lust in his eyes. He seemed so focused on the whines and whimpers you were making just from the movements of his tongue.

You could feel that tight warmth in your stomach. You started bucking your hips into Loki's mouth attempting to keep the rhythm he had. Yet a mixture of lust and just pure Ecstasy had you bucking your hips wildly. You felt so close to the edge but right before you could get there he stopped.

“LOKI!” You whine feeling yourself come down from that high. He caresses your cheek.

“You got my name wrong darling C'mon and tell me my name pretty girl” Loki smirked at the fumbling mess he’s made of you.

“Daddy… please daddy” Loki’s head dips down to your thighs and he sprinkles light kisses up to your pussy. His breath hits your cunt making you whine.

“God…I own such a pretty little girl” Loki shoves himself back into your pussy. Two of his fingers dive into your pussy making you buck your hips. His mouth attacking your clit. His name is being chanted from your mouth like it’s the only word you know.

“Daddy! Daddy god I’m gonna cum!!” Loki continues attacking your cunt at a rapid pace. You throw your head back and yank the belt around your wrists. Your orgasm washes over you harder than usual and you don’t notice why until you look down at Loki, his face and shirt wet.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” Your face is bright red with embarrassment. Loki smirks and snickers.

“Holy fuck Baby I need to make you squirt more often” Loki pulls off his shirt and removes his belt from your wrist. He pulls you up and on top of him. He lays himself down on the bed and makes you straddle his waist.

“Now, pretty baby you're gonna take your pleasure from your daddy~ ok sweetheart~” you nod your head and You palm him through his boxers making him bite his lip and groan. You pull down his boxers, his cock springs out and hits his stomach. You grab his cock and wrap your hand around it.

“Fuck princess doing so good for daddy” you lift yourself up and like his cock up with your enterance his eyes watching you intensely as you sink his cock into you. You whine extremely loud and lay down on his chest.

“Aww, is my little baby tired already~” Loki runs his slender fingers through your hair. You groan and grab his hand to hold it, your fingers interlocking.

“It’s ok darling , Daddy will take care of his cockdrunk baby” Loki snakes the hand not holding yours down to your ass. He uses your ass to move you up and down his cock. You whimper when he starts moving and squeeze his hand. In response to you squeezing his hand he stops moving.

“Everything ok honey” Loki asks, grabbing your chin making you look at him.

“Mhm Daddy wan’ you to keep going” he smiles at you and kisses your forehead. He continues moving your smaller frame on his cock. Everytime his cock fills you completely you moan into his chest. Loki keeps up his slow and loving yet rough pace. Whispering praises in your ear.

Loki is absolutely absorbed in his love for you seeing how pretty his girl looks for him, completely cock drunk and sleepy on him. Loki untangles his hand from yours and reaches his fingers down to your clit and starts rubbing it fast and hard.

“Daddy..d-Daddy…… please daddy!” Your lips sing his praises and he keeps going feelin your pissy clench around his cock signaling your release. Loki is also close.

“Where does my baby want her daddy’s cum”

“In me please fill me daddy” Loki grunts at your response and keeps rutting into your pussy. You feel your high hit you like a train and you cum almost screaming loki's name into his chest.

Loki’s cock twitches in your tight cunt his seed spilling into you.

“God honey you did so so good for me baby” Loki moves your hair out of your face and kisses all over your face making sure to take his time making you feel absolutely loved and honored.

“Can your cock stay in me daddy I’m tired”

“Absolutely darling” Loki stays there cradling you. His presence made you relax as much as you could. Having him love you sleep washing over your eyes.

Best night ever

#loki smut #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki god of mischief #marvel #avengers x reader #marvel smut

[ohimsummer]

COLD SHOULDER ft. BULLY! SATOSUGU

—minors dni, dubcon, oral [f. receiving], bully!satosugu x fem! reader, nipple play, groping, kissing, fingering, clit stimulation, one pussy slap, pet names (princess, pretty (girl), baby, sweetheart, puppy), implied penetration at the end

wc 2.2k

It’s obvious that someone like Gojo feeds off your reactions. He tugs at your hair so you yell at him, gets in your face until you’re forced to push him away, and he loves, loves, loves, the back and forth bickering for those truly vile insults you always sling his way. He’s just obsessed with little ol’ you. Barely at height with his chest, can’t move him an inch even with your sturdiest push, and yet you remain combative to Gojo’s every action. Until you’re not.

“You know she’s been giving me the silent treatment these past few days?” The warm feel of Gojo’s breath skims the shell of your ear, warmth pooling in your core while you shrivel deeper into Geto’s chest. Gojo runs a tongue over your earlobe, and pulls back just enough to catch your gaze, white brows upturned into a sad pout, before whining, “I mean really, what’s a guy gotta do for a pretty girl’s attention around here?”

Your eyesight darts to anything else in whoever’s bedroom this is, hoping to find some kind of distraction to take your mind off of these two. Gojo’s hot, heavy pants are loud over the stifled bump of music in the main area, piercing shrieks and cheers of drunk and crazed partygoers who are none the wiser to your current dilemma. Large, curious hands wander beneath your skirt, toying with the snug waistband of your panties. Geto’s firm hold keeps your wrists bound at the curve of your back, leaving you at the fiendish mercy of his white-haired friend.

“Just look at you, all pretty and dolled up.,” Gojo hums, lips lingering over your neck as he inhales your scent, before teeth sink in to add another purplish mark on your skin. “Can’t keep my hands off ya, princess.”

You want to lash out at him, bite back with the heinous album of comments that have been building on your tongue, hopefully enough to bruise his massive ego. Or tell him to get the hell off of you and keep his filthy hands out of your space. And he knows it, Gojo can recognize that familiar look of fury in your eyes, and he just adores how you so stubbornly keep biting your tongue. The stronger your efforts, the higher his yearning to hear just a single word from you.

“Still tryin’ to ignore us?,” Geto chuckles into the crown of your head. “Shame, I love the sound of that pretty voice.” He fidgets under you, grinding himself against your ass, an intoxicating, herbal smell of drugs wafting off of him. “C’mon, Satoru, make our little puppy bark.”

“Gladly”, Gojo remarks, eyebrows wiggling at you before two fingers skim dangerously close to your core. A shiver runs through you as Gojo mashes firm fingers to your cunt, prodding at your throbbing entrance through your panties, rubbing them over your pussy and coating your underwear in slick. Your lips quiver, legs desperately moving to close but they’re hooked over his friend’s knees, and Gojo licks his lips at your response. He casts a glance over your shoulder, likely at Geto, before moving up an inch to your aching clit.

“Ha, you’re fuckin’ soaked.,” he laughs teasingly, pulling at the crotch of your panties and watching the dripping strings of fluid connect back to your cunt, before letting the fabric snap back into place. “Actin’ all tough, pff, whatever.”

The words ‘shut up’ graze the tip of your tongue, just begging to be said, but you refuse to give in. That’s all they, especially Gojo, want. To get some kind of vehement reaction from you, and you won’t allow them the pleasure. Not when Geto eases a hand up your shirt to free your tits from your bra, and not even when Gojo begins sliding your underwear down your legs.

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling on the plump flesh, eyes narrowing at the sight of your panties disappearing into Gojo’s pockets before he spreads your thighs even wider. Heat rushes to your face at the knowledge that your pussy is practically on display for him. His twinkling blue eyes flicker over your glistening cunt, playful as Gojo leans in to plant rough kisses and nips over the expanse of your thighs. He spreads the drenched lips of your pussy, taking in the way you tighten and squeeze in a plea to be filled, before poking an index finger at your hole. His finger sinks right in, swallowed by your wet, greedy cunt up to his knuckle before he wiggles it around inside you. Geto takes note of your hitched breathing, how your wrists defy his grip in an effort for freedom. You catch winks of flowing black next to you, almost blending in with the dark shadows of this room, before you hear his voice low in your ear:

“Feel good, darling?”, Geto studies the flutter of your lids as his friend drives shallow thrusts into you. A long, needy whine breaks free, and he huffs a small laugh. “Mm, I know.”

Gojo sighs,“Fuck…”, totally awestruck at the way his large digit just disappears amidst the gumminess of your drooling walls. He retreats from your entrance, and both you and Geto can clearly tell he’s in love with the way your slick coats and drips down his finger. A steady fire blooms across every inch of your skin as Gojo takes the messy finger in his mouth, moaning in satisfaction at the flavor of you on his tongue. He savors the taste, eyes never leaving your own, and you watch as Gojo thoroughly licks the finger clean.

“Wanna taste?,” he asks when he’s done, pink tongue darting over his lips. “Or is that gross?”

He laughs at the scowl that forms on your face. You hate how Gojo somehow reads you so well, knows you’d call him disgusting and a pervert for what he just did. Hate how, if he didn’t know before, he definitely knows now that this is turning you on, if the way you leak fluids all down your thighs and this wooden dresser is any indication.

Geto’s pinch of your nipple acts as a distraction, pulling your attention back to his feverish, one-handed assault of your breasts. His fist clenches around your wrists, and you feel the hardness of Geto’s erection on your ass when he rolls his hips against you again.

“Mph!,” you barely stifle a whimper when Gojo lands a slap on your pussy, wetness spraying onto his flushed face. The way these two keep yanking your focus in every direction has your head dizzy.

Gojo raises an eyebrow at you. “Oh, what was that? Wanna speak up, princess?”

You give a desperate shake of your head, struggling to control the heave of your breathes as he begins massaging your clit under his thumb. “You sure?” And when you glare down at him, he shrugs. “Alright, then!”

Your eyes widen as he leans in closer, tracing over you one last time, and takes your pulsating clit between his lips, a loud whine catching in your throat as Gojo gives you a harsh suck. Head falling back over Geto’s shoulder, you arch away from his body, toes curling as Gojo laps and suckles onto the aching bud. Your jaw clenches, whimpering noises bubbling up your throat as your eyes roll to the back of your head, but you can’t help the few moans and mewls that break free.

“Ah, there it is, those sweet sounds.,” Geto muses, squeezing your wrists again in warning before releasing his grip on you. He’s pleased when you make no effort to fight back, muttering a ‘good girl’ with a pinch to your ass and trails his newly free hand up the expanse of your throat. Giving it a light squeeze, he kisses the roundness of your cheek, faintly rubbing a thumb over the tensed skin of your neck, and pulls your lips towards him. Your lids flutter open a crack, blurry image of Geto’s defined features overrunning your vision, before the soft feel of his lips covers your mind in a thick fog. Without your hands or a bruising bite to stifle yourself, the noise of your high-pitched cries easily begin to flood the room, a satisfying melody for both their ears.

“Can’t keep it in anymore, pretty?,” Gojo’s muffled taunt reaches from between your thighs, vibrations of his voice on your clit sending a twitch throughout your legs.

You can’t see him, only the mess of white hairs from the corner of your vision, but you can feel the penetration of his tongue, how it traces the surface of your walls, determined to mark every inch within reach. He uses thick fingers to bully your pulsating clit with rough circles and sharp pinches, rolling the hardened nub in his mouth between laps and broad strokes of his tongue, all of which easily drive out loud, needy whines you couldn’t even hope to hold back anymore.

“Keep making those lovely sounds, darling.” Geto moans into your mouth, sucking on your tongue before biting at your bottom lip. “Show Satoru how good he’s making you feel.”

Hot pants brush over your pussy, but Gojo continues his abuse of your clit. “Yeah, baby, talk to me, hm?”

The words, whether they were praise or an insult, because at this point you don’t know, get stuck in your throat, leaving room for only a choked sob to fall out as your hips mindlessly rut against Satoru’s fingers. Geto tightens his fist around your throat, leaving you struggling for already difficult breathes, his fingers still pinching and tugging at the pebbled skin of your nipples. The warmth in your abdomen has blossomed into a raging fire, muscles spasming as you gasp against Geto’s face, curses of ‘f–fuck–!’ and ‘shit!’ leaving your kiss-swollen lips at the sensation of your rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Hey, princess…,” Gojo catches your half-lidded gaze, tears building at the corners of your eyes. “Better talk to me or you don’t get to cum, got it?”

You twist your lips in a scowl, mind too dizzy but you know he means what he says, and you think you’d pass out and die if he took your orgasm from you when you were so close. He’s such an asshole, of course he’d hold your orgasm ransom just to get a few half-baked remarks out of you. Gojo's eyes peer into your own, head slightly tilted as he watches you weigh the options in your mind.

“F–,” he raises a brow expectantly, azure eyes widening in anticipation, trained on your lips as you hesitate on your words. “Fuck you, Gojo.”

And you’d think someone had just offered him all the money in the world the way his eyes light up, gleaming cerulean blues that crease under the giant grin on his face.

“Ah!,” he teases, shortly relishing in the moan you let out as he stuffs a third finger into your cunt. “There it is! Been dyin’ to say that to me all day, haven’t ya?”

You try and focus on something else, anything else to drown out his incessant mockery. But all that’s on your mind is Geto’s tongue down your throat, and his strong hand restricting your airflow, and Gojo still talking as his fingers curl to press into that spongy spot inside you–

“S–Satoru!,” you cry out, legs quaking as the coil in your tummy snaps, and your pussy gushes around his fingers.

Gojo stares, thoroughly bewitched by the way his name fell off your lips, and the cum drooling from your pussy, remnants of it dripping down his face and embedding into his clothes. “Holy shit…”He absentmindedly runs his thumb over the mess of your still-spasming cunt, barely taking in when you jolt under his touch.

“Stop it, Gojo, ‘m sensitive.,” you murmur between Geto's softened, sporadic kisses.

Your voice draws his attention, and suddenly Gojo is extremely aware of the aching hardness between his legs. He reaches down to palm at himself, hissing at the press of his hand against the bulge, before standing up from his kneeled position.

“Just look what you did, got me stiff as shit down here.,” Gojo huffs, undoing his pants to allow his cock some much-needed air.

You watch, dumbstruck, as the large appendage springs free. Even in the dim light of this room, you can see the redness of his tip, dick bobbing, precum dribbling down the length of it as Gojo takes a step closer, lining himself up with your entrance before rubbing up and down your slit.

Your eyes widen in surprise and you wriggle, only accomplishing to rub your sensitive clit against the head of his cock and Gojo sighs out a breath. “I-I said–!”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard ya.,” he interjects, rubbing two hands over your thighs. Gojo takes the back of your knees, holding your legs up higher to essentially fold you in half, and presses his hips forward, watching your cunt threaten to swallow his tip. “Maybe it’s good that you’re all sensitive, now. Might get ya talking some more for us, no?”

You angrily narrow your eyes at him, whining at the burn of his fat tip stretching you out. “No.”

And Gojo’s smirk widens. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”

#satosugu x reader #bully!satosugu #bully satosugu #satoru gojo smut #geto suguru smut #suguru geto x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satosugu x reader smut #suguru geto smut #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader

[erodasfishtacos]

would you ever be up to doing a mlbrry helps pregnant yn shave like the ceorry one? i’d like to see how he’d react to that!!

“H, will you come shower with me?” YN asks softly, running her hands over her heavy, baby-filled belly that is starting to get big enough to hurt her back.

“Like y’even ever have to ask,” He replies with a laugh, the three boys were already asleep and he had been lounging on the living room couch.

When they get in there, YN is quieter than she usually is, face tucked into her husband’s neck as the water pounds down on her back.

“Y’belly hurt, mama?” Harry asks, moving down to lift her belly and hold the weight - making her mewl in relief.

“I have a question…” She mumbles, lips dancing against his skin as he feels his baby move a bit in their home.

He just teases his teeth against her lobe, humming to encourage her to keep speaking as he explores her body - even though he knows it like the back of his hand.

“Will you shave me?” YN asks finally, it shouldn’t be embarrassing- especially with Harry. It was more vulnerability that she could shave herself - she’d been able to with the last pregnancy but this bump was by far the biggest.

“No,” Harry replies but it has a whiny edge to it as he glares at her in almost…betrayal?

“You won’t shave me?” YN is a bit confused because Harry was normally willing to do anything for his wife - especially things like this.

“I like tha’ bush, don’t get rid of it, darling,” Harry pouts like a little boy, one of his hands moving past her stomach to slip to pet at the curls on her folds.

YN puffs out a breathy laugh, “Really, H?”

His bottom lip is jutted out as he thumbs over the coarse hair, “Why do y’wanna do that?”

“It’s starting to get itchy and just uncomfortable,” She tells him, leaning forward to kiss that puffy lip as he considers his options.

“Can we make a deal?” Harry proposes, tugging a bit at the hair to make her groan in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You want to make a deal about my pubes?” She laments, unamused at his tactics as he gets distracted by where his fingers are.

“Mmm, I’ll shave you if first let m’eat you and rub m’cock on you before it’s gone,” He coerces boyishly as his thick fingers dip inbetween her lips.

Easy compromise.

“As long as you let me sit,” YN agrees, allowing Harry to guide her over to the shower bench and he’s wasting no time getting on his knees in front of her.

“I don’t get it,” YN laughs as he groans at the sight in front of him, like it’s the first time he’s seen her in this way.

“Get wha’?” He replies perplexed.

“How y’are obsessed with everything about me, even my hair,” She laughs, it’s pleased and she feels a happy warmth inside.

He jolts up to kiss her hard on the lips, “Everything about y’gets me going, sweet thing. S’a miracle I’m not hard every second of the day around you.”

Her husband had to duck underneath the bump but his teeth find the short hairs and nips at them to give her that bit of pain she always loves.

But he can only tease her (himself) so long before he’s nestling his tongue inbetween her damp folds and lapping hungrily at her clit - basking in the prickly hair that’s rubbing against his lips.

“Ooo-Harry, yes baby,” YN moans, she goes to weave her hands in his hair but can’t reach so instead she has to test them on her belly.

He doesn’t stop until she’s quaking and coming down from her high, it really shouldn’t be that sexy that he has a bit of friction burn on his upper lip.

Then Harry’s mandhandling her until he’s balanced over her, her legs spread as much as she can at this point, and with her arousal as his lubricant he starts rutting himself against her mound.

“S’so fuckin’ hot, gonna make you grow it out again,” Harry growls, buttoning their lips together as his sensitive tip pushes through the downy prickles of hair.

When he’s close, he pulls back, jerking himself until he spills onto her folds and he just makes a mess out of her.

“Fuckin’ hell, mama,” He pants, curiously rubbing it into the skin and wiry curls, “Y’so god damn hot.”

YN, who’s now sex-hazy and tired, complains at him to clean her off (after he darts out of the shower to grab his phone and snap a picture).

He does, kneeling again and lathering her up in a shave cream, snatching the razor of the shelf, “S’like a funeral, I’m mournin’.”

“I promise after the baby is born that I will grow it out especially for you,” She laughs, hiding and palming her belly when there a light kick.

“Is m’baby awake?” He wonder, palming at her tight skin and feels a flutter, “There’s m’bubby.”

“Hurry up, I’m getting pruny!”

“Can I shave a shape into it? Like a baseball or summat?” Harry asks hopefully but huffs in defeat when she glares at him.

After she’s bare, skin smooth and free of prickly hair, Harry presses a few damp kisses to her mound and then up her belly to her mouth.

“Wipe that pout off your face,” YN giggles, pinching at his bottom lip, “You legitimately have had me hairy, prickly, shaved, waxed..”

“And the bush had grown on me!” Harry defends, “But y’pussy is pretty however y’given it to me, mama.”

“Thanks, baby daddy,” She replies with a pat to his cheek and doesn’t miss the soft smile he gives her before helping her stand up.

“Mmm, yeah. I am y’baby daddy,” He agrees with a happy rumble, hands coming to rub the sides of her extended stomach, “C’mon, gotta get m’wife and baby t’bed.”

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#mlb!harry #mlbrry #mlb!harry blurbs #mlb!harry masterlist #harry styles writing #file

[waka-chan-out]

Okay so I heard you were looking for requests for short stuff so do you have any headcanons for getting just. Absolutely railed by Haikyuu team captains, please and thank you. (I really love your stuff and I hope you take this!)

Rough Captain Headcanons

sub captains edition here.

you heard correctly!! (though this did not end up being very short lmaoo) i am a whore for the haikyuu captains so you’ve come to the right place. and thank you so much! i’ll take any opportunity to talk about my boys.

i included literally every single captain i could think of, including the karasuno captains after daichi and our timeskip kings. have fun.

post-timeskip, obviously.

content warnings: mostly gn! reader (but occasional fem!), lots of pet names, lots of teasing and degradation, hair pulling, spanking, three (3) creampies god i hate that word, hickies, handcuffs, etc. all of these are established relationship.

so i don’t know how to describe what exactly these headcanons are? i don’t think all of the captains are the “railing” type. however, these are basically just headcanons for when they go their hardest and either accidentally or purposefully get carried away.

Sawamura Daichi

likes to cage you under him and just lose it. will loop an arm around your waist and lift you up into him, so your back arches and he can hit the perfect angle.

will. not. let you look away. grabs your chin. pulls your hair. will move you however he needs to so he can look you in the eyes while he’s pounding into you.

“Shy now, princess?” Daichi said, tipping your chin to look at him. “Don’t hide. You look so pretty like this.” A sharp breath left your lips as he pressed his hips farther forward, grinding into you and sending a shock of pleasure through your body. “That’s it, sweetheart. Taking it so well. Let me give you what you deserve.”

Ennoshita Chikara

he’s a hair puller. like he doesn’t think much about it but he really likes pulling you by your hair back against his chest so he can whisper dirty shit in your ear. sometimes he gets a little too aggressive with it, so if you’re into that kind of thing, he’s your man.

possessive as all hell. you’re going out for drinks with coworkers? he’s leaving a hickie right at the collar of your top so everyone can see that you’re taken. coming out to dinner with his old teammates? he’s going to have an arm on you all night. loves to pull you in and remind you of things you did the night before to get you flustered.

very particular about how you’re positioned. will pin your arms above your head and readjust his grip several times. pushes your legs out of the way. grabs your jaw and moves your face where he wants you. somehow he doesn’t realize how hot that is until you tell him to his face. he’s still confused about it but has learned to love that you love it.

Chikara ran a hand up your side and let it rest in your hair for a moment before tugging hard. You gasped as he pulled it back and to the side, exposing your neck so he could leave marks as he pushed deeper inside you. You let out a whimper and tried to loop an arm around his neck but he grabbed your wrist and pinned it down.

“Patience, love. I want everyone to be able to tell I fucked you senseless.”

Yamaguchi Tadashi

he tries to dirty talk, but it always turns into praise and repeating how much he loves you.

aggressive and whiny, begging for more even though he’s the one giving it to you.

prefers when you ride him, but will do anything you ask of him. loves being told what to do. thinks you directing him to go faster or slower or a little to the left is the sexiest thing on the planet. he will fuck the life out of you if you just ask nicely.

“Harder, Tadashi,” you gasped. He grunted and snapped his hips as fast and as hard as it seems his body would let him.

“God, you’re gonna make me come. How do you feel so fucking good?” You smiled at the praise and pulled him in for a kiss. His breath hissed against your face as he continued pushing into you. You wrapped your legs tight around him and he let out a whine, pressing his face against yours. “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine.”

Oikawa Tooru

he’s a biter

likes to be lazy and dirty talks while you ride him usually, but every so often he shifts and will fuck you until tears are running out of your eyes.

will lay on top of you while you’re on your stomach, an arm looped around your neck, and just fuck you into the bedsheets. he’s wrapped up in his own little world, choking on high pitched moans and gasping for breath. like i said, he’s a biter, so you end up with marks all over your neck and shoulders. he’s just a fucking baby. the sounds he makes are so whiny and breathy it sounds like he’s the one getting destroyed instead of you.

“Ngh, fuck,” Tooru gasped. His breath was hot in your ear as you panted into the mattress. “Feel so good around me. You’re just begging for my cum, aren’t you?” You wanted to laugh and tell him you weren’t the one begging, but you couldn’t. Your breath was being torn from your lungs with every thrust. Tooru sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he pounded into you harder, letting out a soft whimper against your skin. His voice raised in pitch until he was practically whining. “Hah—gonna come soon. You feel so good.” His voice trailed off as it reached a whimper and he buried his face back against your neck, body shaking in anticipation.

Kuroo Tetsuro

spanking spanking spanking

seriously, hits it from the back and is not nice about it.

kuroo likes pulling you closer by your hips or ankles, turning you over whenever he feels like it, whatever. he just likes being able to toss you around and position you so he hits you just right every time.

“What? Trying to get away? That’s not how you take it, is it?” Kuroo grabbed your hips and yanked you flush against him. You cried out and buried your face against the bed. “There we go.” He laid a slap on your ass and laughed at the small sound you let out. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not going anywhere.”

Bokuto Koutarou

he fucks himself dumb. accidentally goes so hard he’s whining and can barely hear you if you ask him to speed up or slow down.

likes missionary because he likes being as close to you as humanly possible and it gives him the best leverage to just.....lose it. gasping against your face and babbling about how good you feel. going off of that, he has a very hard time pulling out. lord have mercy. use a condom or get on a reliable birth control because as much as he tries, he’s never going to have any self-control in the moment.

he forgets just how strong he is sometimes, which results in bruises and weak limbs and occasionally trouble walking. he always apologizes profusely and offers many kisses to make up for it even after you insist that you’re fine.

“Baby, please let me come inside you. Please. Oh my god,” Koutarou whined, tightening his grip on your thigh and snapping his hips harder.

“Yes, Kou. Please.” You brought him down into a kiss. You were both panting and Koutarou was moaning, practically vibrating against you as he got closer. He began moving erratically, pounding harder into you and making you cry out.

“M’sorry. Fuck. I’m gonna come.” His chest heaved as he thrust into you hard once, twice, and let out a long groan. You could feel him twitching inside you, hands clutching your skin so hard it was almost painful. He mumbled praise and curses and nonsense against your lips, slowing his movement until he collapsed on top of you. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead and tucked his face into your neck. “Thank you. I love you. Oh my god.”

Futakuchi Kenji

likes holding your legs and moving them around to see what gets the biggest reaction from you. doesn’t care what position you’re in but loves when your legs are closed and lifted so you’re extra tight around him.

his goal is to see you as desperate as possible. he’ll do whatever it takes to get your eyes rolling back, your hands clutching at anything they can grab, mindless pleading, all of it. he just wants to watch you fall apart because of him, and i gotta say, he’s good at getting his way.

“Oh, that’s it. Look at you,” Kenji cooed. He gently wiped a tear from your face as he readjusted your legs with his other hand, holding them tightly to his chest. “Coming apart already. I’m just getting started. Are you going to be good for me?”

Daishou Suguru

finger sucking finger sucking finger sucking. loves watching you gag so he’ll shove two fingers deep into your mouth and strokes them over your tongue. he also just does it to shut you up whenever he feels like it.

likes edging and teasing a little too much. will hold off from fucking you until you’re genuinely angry at him, so wet that he can push in with no resistance. then he makes it up to you by fucking you until you’re sobbing or your eyes are rolling back in your head. you’ve never had an orgasm with him that didn’t feel like you might not live to see the end of it.

“You like that, don’t you?” Suguru said, thumbing over your bottom lip as his cock slid between your legs, not pushing in like you desperately wanted him to. “Like when I use you like this? Should I just come like this? I don’t even have to fuck you to get myself off.” You let out a pathetic noise in protest and he laughed. “Maybe another time. Today I’ll be nice and give you my cock.” He dragged between your legs again and stopped at your entrance, slowly sinking in and pulling a relieved sigh from your throat. “There we go. That’s my fuckin’ girl.” He slid two long fingers between your lips, pressing on the back of your tongue and nearly making you gag. “Now stay quiet while I use you.”

Terushima Yuuji

i.......i gotta mention the tongue piercing. i’m sorry. i know he gives the most enthusiastic, sloppiest head and FOR SURE owns a vibrating tongue ring. what a whore. i love him.

i feel like he’s messy. like he’s into spitting and really sloppy kissing and cum play and everything. will come in your mouth and tell you to hold it there while he fucks you stupid. sometimes kisses it out of your mouth. he’s a freak and i like it.

“Yuuji, fuck.” You could practically hear your body vibrating, past orgasms still lingering under your skin.

“Yeah? Tell me where you want me to come,” he said. You groaned as he abused the perfect angle inside of you and smirked down at your strained expression. “Not gonna talk to me?” You stayed silent as your head tipped back against your pillow. He chuckled and grabbed your face. “Open.” You blinked up at him and did as you were told, sticking out your tongue. He leaned forward and spat into your mouth. “I’m gonna come inside of you. Yeah? That what you want?” You nodded and swallowed, eyes pinched shut and voice frozen in your throat. He laughed and snapped his hips harder. “That’s right. Anything for you, princess.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

so we’ve all agreed: horse cock ushijima, however, he usually uses those powers for good. very gentle, very eager to please, exactly what you’d want in a man.

he’s not a hard dom, but sometimes he gets so overwhelmed with how much he loves you that he forgets how strong he is. pounding into you with his whole heart and whispering in your ear how much he adores you between groans. very vocal. a little too rough. definitely feels very guilty when you’re sore the next day but if you kiss him and tell him you liked it....he may be willing to throw caution to the wind again sometime.

Wakatoshi didn’t speak much, but the room was far from silent. He made the prettiest sounds when he was lost in you, grunts turning to long moans, made even sweeter when they were hummed against your lips. The groan of the bed mixed with the strike of skin against skin, white noise behind your already muddled thoughts. Wakatoshi pushed your legs farther toward your chest and leaned down, laying his face right against your ear.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice seemed to rumble through your entire body. “You’re so good to me, darling. I love you.”

Kita Shinsuke

very soft. y’all are never gonna catch me writing hard dom kita shinsuke. HOWEVER. he is so eager that sometimes it’s a little too much for either of you. like he doesn’t realize how aggressive he’s been until you’re both literally unable to catch your breath and have to just lay in silence for a while. will ask you very nicely if you’re okay and get you water and anything else you need, but he will have this little grin on his face the whole time because he’s so happy to be able to put you both in that state.

Kita’s face scrunched up into a tight wince as he came, as his hips slowing into hard, deep thrusts that made your vision go white. Your grip in his hair was so tight you were sure it hurt, but you couldn’t help it when he was scrambling your brain with every touch. He stopped moving and you realized just how hard both of you were breathing. It felt like you couldn’t fill your lungs, body so spent that it couldn’t even do what it needed to do to survive. His braced arms on either side of your head were shaking, and his eyes were still shut tight.

“Shin,” you said, as steadily as you could through your gasping breaths. He didn’t answer. “Shin, baby, you okay?”

He exhaled hard and smiled, then let himself fall on top of you.

“Perfect. I’m—you’re perfect. I love you.” You laughed and combed your fingers through his hair, then pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you too.”

Meian Shūgo

what to say about this man......

i feel like my opinions about what he likes and doesn’t like are kind of hot takes, because most of the stuff i see with him is hard dom. but. i raise you: overly excited switch meian shūgo.

captain meian shūgo likes to be teased and edged within an inch of his sanity. he likes when you talk shit and order him around and he’s DEFINITELY into handcuffs. however, he always pays you back for it. even if he’s still cuffed up and a little pink in the face from embarrassment, he will absolutely use you. very loud. loves when you leave scratch marks. loves leaving hickies everywhere.

You were almost shocked by the high moan that left Shūgo’s throat as he finally sunk into you. His face screwed up in pleasure and concentration as he withdrew his hips and drove them back against you.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this. You tease me all that time but you can’t wait for me to fuck you like this, can you?”

“That’s some tough talk for someone whose wrists are still bound,” you said through a smile. He let out a breathy laugh and braced his hands on your stomach, still connected by leather and a short chain.

“Doesn’t keep me away from you.” He raised an eyebrow and pushed deeper inside you. “I can still use your body when I’m all tied up.”

Hirugami Fukurō

pulling a headcanon from his brother’s list and saying he likes getting his hair pulled, which means he loooooves going down on you.

will leave your legs feeling like jelly because he makes you come at least three times, and each one is hard. like, you forget where you are and can’t breathe for a few minutes afterward.

will cock warm you until you’re begging him to please, please move. proceeds to fuck you slowly, but so hard and so deep you’re feeling him between your legs the entire next day.

“Done already? That’s no fun,” Fukuro teased. You were still shaking from the last time he had pushed you over and he wasn’t helping the situation, thumb still circling your clit after already abusing it with his tongue.

“Come on. You know how to take me.” He continued easing his cock into you, dragging out all of the breath remaining in your body.

“Please,” you whispered. He smiled and leaned closer.

“Please what, love? Do you want me to stop? Use your words.”

“No.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

“Want you to—“ You gasped. “—fuck me. Please.” Fukuro grinned and positioned himself so he had more leverage over you.

“Good girl.”

#i got a little carried away with this one #daichi smut #daichi headcanons #oikawa smut #oikawa headcanons #kuroo smut #kuroo headcanons #bokuto smut #bokuto headcanons #futakuchi smut #futakuchi headcanons #ennoshita smut #ennoshita headcanons #yamaguchi smut #yamaguchi headcanons #daishou smut #daishou headcanons #terushima smut #terushima headcanons #ushijima smut #ushijima headcanons #kita smut #kita headcanons #meian smut #hirugami fukuro

[babyboibucky]

Devil’s Mark: Lead Me Into Temptation

Pairing: CleanRockstar!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your chose to give up everything to be with Bucky.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Knife play, carving, marking, blood (not period blood okay), tasting said blood, pain kink, oral sex (M receiving), face fucking, tea-bagging, thigh riding, toxic relationship obviously, bible references as usual

A/N: Like I said, this AU owns me??? Whenever new rockstar pics are released my brain instantly goes into a mayhem and I can’t NOT write shit based on those photos. Anyway, enjoy sinning in this one skskksks

Devil’s Mark Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

You should have been ashamed at how quickly you decided to leave everything behind— your family, your work and your so-called friends, your beliefs and dignity.

All because of Bucky and you were not embarrassed by it. In fact, you were proud of it and you wore it like a badge of honor, quite literally actually. Bucky’s initials that were carved on your left collarbone never failed to remind you who you belong to.

You bled for it and went through the pain when Bucky pressed the tip of his knife onto your skin and used it to permanently mark you with his name. The pain was unlike any other but it was fucking worth it when Bucky rewarded you for being his good, little pet.

“You did so fucking good for me, munchkin.” Bucky cooed, sitting back and admiring his work.

The letters BB looked good on your skin, they were still red but written clearly enough for everyone to see. Tears continued to streak on your cheeks as you caught your breath, having to hold it in as you endured through the process of being marked.

“Aww, is my munchkin in pain?” he teased, wiping away your tears.

You shook your head, “I can take it.” you rasped out, sniffing and ignoring the burning sensation of the lacerations on your décolletage.

Bucky chuckled darkly and pressed a kiss on your neck, sucking your skin as his hand worked its way inside your skirt. His fingers tapped against the first mark he had given you while his mouth slid down to your throat.

“Such a good, little pet you are.” he hummed against your skin.

A combination of a gasp and a moan slipped past your lips when Bucky cupped your clothed cunt, pressing the pad of his palm against your already throbbing clit. He grunted in satisfaction when he felt how moist you had gotten.

Pulling back, Bucky looked at you with amusement. “Did the pain turn you on?” he asked.

You didn’t even know it was possible, you didn’t notice how damp it was between your legs until Bucky asked you about it. Not knowing what to say, you merely shrugged and bit your lip from embarrassment.

“Leave it to me to figure it out, munchkin.” Bucky said before bending down to lick at your fresh wound, humming at the tangy taste of your blood on his tongue.

The sting that you felt went straight to your core and left goosebumps all over your body. Hissing from both pain and pleasure, you threw your head back and found purchase on Bucky’s shoulders. It confused you at first, why the pain aroused you to the point of completely soaking your panties.

But when Bucky’s fingers began to rub your folds, you didn’t bother understanding your arousal anymore.

“Damn, didn’t expect for my munchkin to be a fuckin’ freak. You like it when it hurts, don’t you?” Bucky asked as he sat up straight.

His tongue and lips still had some of your blood, and the sight of Bucky wiping it with his thumb and sucking on it had you whimpering.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you, munchkin.”

The day that Bucky marked you like that was the same day you had surrendered everything to him like he was a god. You never looked back since then, didn’t have an ounce of regret nor fear at what the future holds for you now that you were reeled into his world.

Everything about you changed— the way you dressed and presented yourself, your likes and dislikes. Bucky gloated at how much you willingly let him take control of you and your decisions.

You’d spent your entire life being constricted by so many rules that turned you into a person you never wanted to be in the first place. Don’t wear that, you look like a whore. Pray and repent for your sins every night, we don’t want a sinner in this family. Stay away from temptation, you don’t want to burn in hell.

It was ironic how you let the devil into your life but still got a glimpse of heaven.

A smirk tugged at your rouge-painted lips as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. You had never looked like yourself until now and you had Bucky to thank. He unraveled the truest version of you, helped you discover things you never knew you enjoyed, made you feel and bask in emotions you had suppressed for years.

Your finger traced the leather collar around your neck, something you considered a symbol of freedom rather than a restraint.

Bucky’s voice calling for you put an end to your pondering. Giving yourself one last look, you made sure to look your best before stepping out of the bathroom.

Your heels clacked as you walked into the bedroom of Bucky’s trailer, quickly catching his attention as he lounged on his bed in nothing but a pair of tight and stringed, leather shorts. His eyes darkened when he saw you, trapping his bottom lip in between his teeth as he got up to approach you.

A breath got caught in your throat when Bucky towered over you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. You faltered under his predatory gaze and looked away, feeling bare and exposed because of the outfit he had asked you to wear: a black see through bralette, a matching thong and a pair of black stilettos. The collar he had given you was also attached to a belted chest harness that you had adjusted to accentuate your breasts.

“Fuck, knew my pet would look so damn good in that.” Bucky complimented, rubbing his stubbled chin as he took in your appearance.

He grabbed his silver chain from the bed and grunted when he heard your tiny gasp, loving how you got so fucking excited whenever he brought it out. Bucky smirked as he tipped your chin, thumbing your bottom lip and smearing your lipstick around.

“You wanna play, huh?” he asked before gently slapping the side of your breast.

You nodded enthusiastically, humming in excitement as Bucky continued to tease you. He clicked his tongue and took a step back, “Wanna hear my pet speak up.” he said.

“I wanna play, Bucky.” you immediately responded, looking at him with doe eyes and practically begging for him to leash you.

“That’s my pretty, lil’ munchkin.” Bucky praised, lifting your chin up so he could attach the chain onto the ring hanging at the middle of your collar.

Bucky caught you off guard when he harshly tagged on the chain, bringing you down onto your knees with a loud thud. His leather shorts already had a tent and the sight of Bucky’s thick, tattooed thighs instantly made you wet.

“Untie the strings, munchkin.” Bucky said, his hand still holding the chain while his other caressed your hair.

You lifted your hands up but they were quickly swatted away. When you looked at Bucky, he was grinning at you mischievously, “Use your mouth.” he said.

Gripping his thighs for leverage, you leaned forward and bit the edge of the string and pulled at it. You used your tongue and hooked it under the strings, lifting it up until it was loose. Bucky groaned at the sight of you on your knees, obeying his every command.

“You can use your hands now, munchkin. You’ve been such a good girl, go ahead and suck my cock. It’s all yours.” Bucky urged, exhaling through his nose when you didn’t waste any time and pulled his shorts down.

Spitting on the tip of his cock, you watched your saliva drip down to the shaft before licking the underside. You traced the prominent vein with your tongue, batting your eyelashes at Bucky whose mouth dropped open when you took his head into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, shit.” he hissed, scrunching his face in pleasure when you added your hand into the mix to fondle his balls.

“God, munchkin. You’re a fuckin’ sinner.” he breathily chuckled, gathering your hair behind your head into a ponytail.

“You gonna let me fuck your mouth?” he asked, moving his hips away from your lips.

Bucky snickered when your head followed his hips, not wanting to let go of his cock that was throbbing inside your mouth. He gripped your hair tight and yanked your head back until his cock slipped out and slapped against his abdomen. Your spit mixed with his pre-cum forming a string that connected the tip of his dick to your lips. Bucky tugged your head further away until your spit landed onto your chin and neck, dribbling down to coat his now fully-healed initials on your collarbone.

“How d’you want me to fuck your mouth, munchkin?” he asked, keeping his grip on your hair tight and painful.

“Fast, please.” you breathed out, licking your lips as you stared at his weeping, hard cock.

“Yeah, you want me to use your mouth and make myself cum?” he asked again.

You weren’t even finished nodding your head when Bucky pulled your face back down to his crotch. Your jaw ached when you opened your mouth wide, welcoming his cock back into your mouth until the tip hit the back of your throat.

Choking on his dick, your fingernails dug into Bucky’s thighs, creating dents that were easily hidden beneath his tattoos. Your eyes watered when Bucky held you in place for a few seconds before finally beginning to thrust his hips.

Wet, gaging sounds and Bucky’s moans filled the air as he fucked your mouth roughly. Saliva began to spill out from the corners of your mouth, dripping down to your chin and then the floor beneath you. Your tears escaped from your eyes and messed up your make-up, your mascara running down your cheeks, painting it a dark grey and mixing together with the smeared lipstick around your mouth.

“So fucking greedy for my cock, you’re such a slut.” Bucky grunted as he continued to fuck your face, ignoring the way your nostrils flared whenever you attempted to breathe through your nose. You blinked the tears away when you felt Bucky’s cock pulsate inside your mouth. The way his hips stuttered was a sign that he was close, and knowing how Bucky wanted to finish, you tugged his wrists away from your hair and started bobbing your head as you sucked him harder.

“Get under, I want to see my cum all over your innocent face.” Bucky demanded and began fisting his cock as you licked and sucked his balls.

You kept your eyes on Bucky the entire time, just waiting for him to make a mess on your face. The look of pleasure on his face always did it for you, always made you soak and drip for him. The fact that it was you making him feel this way, it gave you a sense of fulfillment. His brows would furrow, his nose would scrunch up and he would snarl and growl at you whenever he was close to his climax.

You loved it, loved seeing a man like him lose himself in you and on you.

“Yes, fuck!” Bucky groaned, taking a step back before aiming his cock onto your face, spurting his release all over you.

“Stick your tongue out, munchkin...yeah, fuck. Just like that, good girl.” he whispered, jerking his cock and letting more of his cum land on your tongue.

Bucky pulled his shorts back up and sat down on the foot of the bed, grabbing his phone and then opening the camera app. Like his good pet, you remained on your knees and didn’t bother cleaning up your face.

“C’mere, munchkin.” Bucky softly said, taking the chain in his hand as he watched you crawl towards here.

“Let me take a photo of you, fuck. You look so damn pretty like that, all fucked up and dirty. What a whore.” he chuckled and gripped your face in one hand, angling your face before snapping a couple of photos.

He threw his phone aside and leaned back, gazing at you with a satisfied smile. You returned the smile and started wiping your face with both your hands, gathering all his cum before bringing it into your mouth without breaking your eye contact with Bucky.

You sucked your fingers clean before proceeding to lick your palms, humming at the taste of Bucky.

You used to be an angel, such a pure soul but all that purity flew right out of the window when you met him. Now, your wings have been cut off and that landed you straight onto the devil’s lap.

“You really know how to make me happy, munchkin.” Bucky praised. “I knew it was right to keep you.” he added, tipping his head at you.

“Come, munchkin. Gotta reward you for being an obedient pet, of course. Why don’t you sit that pretty pussy on my thigh, rub yourself on me. Make that pussy purr.” he said, patting his thigh.

You crawled closer to him and held onto his knees as you stood up. You slightly winced in pain, your knees were red and bruised from being on the ground. Bucky gripped your leash and tugged on it, pulling you down until his thigh was slotted in between your legs.

A moan slipped past your swollen lips when your clothed cunt pressed against Bucky’s thigh. He laughed when he felt how fucking wet you were, your juices immediately soaking his skin, making his tattoo glisten with it.

“Ride my thigh, go ahead. Cum whenever you want.” he said.

You did as you were told and started moving your hips back and forth, moaning wantonly at the friction. You didn’t bother removing your thong, you were too aroused to do that. The throbbing in your pussy only grew with every movement, creating a delicious coil in your abdomen.

Bucky’s eyes kept on moving from your face to your pussy, watching you proudly as you tried to get yourself off. Your breasts bounced with emphasis thanks to the harness and your nipples were pebbled against the sheer fabric of your bralette.

“Bucky…” you whimpered, holding onto his shoulders as you quickened your pace— back and forth, back and forth, side to side.

Your juices were dripping down already, creating a vulgar, squelching sound whenever you moved. The hairs on Bucky’s thigh were also adding to your pleasure, allowing you to come closer and closer to your end.

“Yeah, you gonna cum? Cumming already, munchkin?” Bucky teased, yanking your leash to bring your lips down to his.

He licked your parted mouth before biting your lower lip, tugging at it until it bled. Bucky sucked on your lip before kissing you messily. You moaned into his mouth when you tasted your blood; it quickly mixed with Bucky’s release, creating a unique flavor that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Gonna cum, Bucky.” you whined, moving your hips faster and rougher against his thigh.

“Go on, munchkin. Give it to me, soak my fuckin’ thigh with your cream. C’mon.” he growled as he pinched your nipple.

The pressure in your abdomen exploded and made your entire body buzz from immense pleasure as you came. Electricity ran through your veins, starting from your fingertips down to your toes as they curled. Wetness gushed out of your sopping cunt, completely soaking Bucky’s thighs and the bedsheets beneath.

Your high-pitched moan was like music to Bucky’s ears; his smile was from ear to ear as he watched you get lost in your pleasure, your head tilted back as your nails left scratches on his shoulders down to his chest.

“That’s it, munchkin. Look at this mess…” Bucky pointed out, looking at his drenched thigh and your ruined thong.

Your chest continued to heave as you caught your breath, your eyelids fluttering from mere exhaustion. Bucky started pressing light kisses on your chest, throat and jaw while his hands began to caress the sides of your thighs.

Bucky’s praises and sweet words were your gospel, his grunts were your choir.

And you? Your body was his temple.

“You know I’d fuck you until you were dumb, but I got a concert.” Bucky sighed, helping you get off from his thigh.

“You wanna come and watch?” he asked.

The way his eyes narrowed at you was meaningful, you knew that Bucky was up to something. Whatever it was that he had in mind, you always looked forward to it.

You nodded in response, “I’ll go get changed.” you said and was about to walk away until Bucky grabbed your leash again, stopping you from doing so.

He tutted as he pulled you close, not caring whether you stumbled on your feet. Bucky caressed your face and fixed your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear before winking at you.

“I didn’t tell you to get changed, munchkin.” he said, lifting a brow at you.

“How ‘bout I take you out on a walk?”

Bucky could take you anywhere and you’d let him. Hell, he could keep you leashed and you wouldn’t even bat an eye. Truth was, Bucky could lead you anywhere he wants and you would follow him like a loyal disciple.

He had already led you into temptation, you might as well follow him to the pits of hell.

#bbb writes #devil's mark #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #fem!reader #sebastian stan

[shorkbrian]

Oohh how would shouta and hizashi take their submissive readers virginity?

(What to expect - virginity, NSFW, dubcon, noncon. If you’re wondering the type of piercings Hizashi has, they’re dydoes (or kings head) and a pubic piercing. MxM penetration, anal plugs (Hizashi’s wearing one while he diddles u hehe))

Gently, I imagine.

If their darling is submissive, too afraid to run or fight, then there’s no need for them to be harsh.

They can take their time, be sweet and loving.

"Shhhh, you're getting loud." Hizashi holds a fingers to your lips as you lay there, panicked whimpers, distressed whines tumbling out of you.

Shouta huffs at the irony, his fingers working at the button on your jeans, then the zipper, then hooking into your belt loops, tugging the pants down easily as you begin to hyperventilate.

“Hey, hey, breathe with me, you’re alright.” Hizashi places a a hand against your chest, pressing you back against his warmth as he begin to take deep, steady breaths, encouraging you to do the same.

You can’t calm yourself though, eyes wide and fixed on the man in front of you, drawing your legs up and away from him as he rids you of your jeans, trying to keep your panties from his view.

If your wrists weren’t tied together, lashed to each other with soft, black ribbon, you’d be clutching at Shouta’s fingers as they ghost over your calves, up to your knees.

“P-please-” Is all you can whisper, fear settled so thoroughly in your body that you’re almost frozen.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be gentle. ‘Zashi’s just holding you so you don’t wiggle too much and hurt yourself.” Shouta’s words are measured, steady even when he slips a hand between your knees and forces them apart.

You want to sob, but you can’t. Shouta breathes out a quiet “fuck” as he looks at your panties, running a finger across the waistband.

“She’s shaking like hell Sho.”

“It’ll be fine. It’s just nerves. Everyone’s nervous their first time.”

It’s nerves, it’s fear, it’s terror and dread. You’re horrified, and scared, and you’re shivering as if the room is freezing, even though it’s warm, cozy.

Hizashi dips down, brushes his lips against your neck, and you flinch, your shoulder rising to push his head away, his mustache tickling your flesh.

“Hah, you ticklish? That’s so cute.” The blonde coos, his arms circling around your stomach as his husband begins to tug down your panties. You’re sitting in Hizashi’s lap as Shouta strips you, the two men working together.

The blonde is already shirtless, pants-less, in nothing but boxers. You can feel his warm flesh through your hoodie, pressed against your back.

“My first time, I came in my pants.” Hizashi chuckled, thumbs rubbing at your sides. “Embarrassed myself to tears. The other dude thought it was hot, dropped right to his knees and pulled out my dick and got to suckin’. It kinda hurt, but he was fingerin’ himself at the same time and well, teenage-me was able to get it up immediately.”

You suppose he’s trying to ease your nerves.

Shouta gets your panties off, tosses them to the side as a hand grips each of your ankles, and then you’re spread wide.

A cry gets caught in your throat at the humiliation, Shouta and Hizashi both pausing to peer at your pussy, Hizashi letting out a low whistle.

“Damn, you’re a fuckin’ snack!”

Shouta lets go of your legs, and you snap them shut, closing your eyes as your cheeks burn.

“When I first had sex, I was a one-pump-chump. The girl I was with at the time said it was fine, but I didn’t know how to get her off. I’ve learned a lot since then.” The dark haired man offered his own story, hand slipping between your legs no matter how you twisted or clenched your thighs.

“Wooo! Imagine that, little ole Sho losin’ it after one stroke!”

“That’s what happens when you lose your virginity when you’re thirteen, ‘Zashi.” But Shouta has a gentle grin on his face, and his words held no malice towards his husband. Just two men in love recounting stories.

The dark-haired man leaned towards you, one of his fingers petting slowly over your folds as he did. Shouta wasn’t shy about kissing you, his lips warm, soft, stubble prickly against your skin.

He pulled back, breathing hotly against your lips. “How do you touch yourself? What feels good? I don’t want to overwhelm you, it’s easy to see that you’re sensitive.”

You trembled even harder, sniffling, closing your eyes as his finger still ran softly over your folds, barely touching.

“Sweetie-pop, can you show us? Show us how you want us to touch you down there.” Hizashi’s hands were playing with the edge of your hoodie, easing it up, his warm digits skimming against your skin.

Both men are waiting on your answer, watching you with lust-filled gazes as they run their hands over your skin. They’re already touching you, burning your skin, and you want to scream. All that comes out is a pathetic whimper.

“How do you masturabate? Do you like touching here-?” Aizawa presses his thumb to your clit, wiggles the digit and you tense, shaking your head. 

“-Here?” His fingers trail down to your entrance, one slowly beginning to push inside. You whimper again desperately, shaking your head side to side while looking at the man in front of you with pleading eyes.

“’K, this is gettin’ old-” Hizashi interjected. “I’ll ask one last time, and then Sho’ and I get to touch you however we want to, got it? How do you want us to touch your cute lil’ pussy?”

“I don’t know!” You wail, tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re so overwhelmed, and scared, and you just want to go home.

Neither man moves for a second, but then Hizashi is letting out a an excited sigh, hunching his back so he can kiss at your shoulder before questioning. “You don’t know?”

“I’ve never-never touched my-myself down there.” You manage to hiccup, and Shouta rubs your knee soothingly, his grey eyes trained on your face. 

“That’s alright, there’s no need to cry.” One of his hands cups your cheek, thumb brushing away salty tears. “We just want to make you feel good.”

You’d feel good if they took their hands off of you.

The hand that’s been rubbing over your folds becomes bolder, parting the lips of your cunt even as you try to squeeze your thighs shut. All that does is trap Shouta’s hand against you, his fingers sending little jolts of unsteady fire burning through your tummy.

“Mm, wait, please-” You whimper, desperate to escape this sensation.

Aizawa doesn’t wait.

Hizashi slips his nimble fingers underneath your hoodie, rucks it up over your chest and you burn with embarrassment at being exposed like this. You want to hide your face, but with your wrists bound, all you can do is cover your eyes with shaky fingers.

“Look at ‘er, god, you’re delicious. Just wanna eat you up! Sho, after you finger her, think I could eat her out? I wanna taste.”

His lewd words make you cringe, and you can’t even think about how it would feel, the blonde pressed between your thighs, tongue laving against you over and over-

“One thing at a time, she’s already a bit dazed. Maybe another time.” Shouta’s gently stimulating your clit, brushing his knuckles over it, watching you twitch with each pass of his fingers against the sensitive little organ.

“Alright, relax now, okay? Breath out for me.” The man instructs, and you could almost laugh; if the man thinks you could relax, he’s an idiot-

A wet finger pushes inside of you slowly, and you gasp brokenly, mouth falling open. There’s so much pressure, you feel stretched and it almost burns, but he’s not stopping.

There’s a squelch, and cool liquid rushes over your hole, slips inside as the finger slightly retracts, and you shudder at the feeling. It’s weird and you feel like you can’t breath.

The finger inside rubs at your walls, and your muscles clench at the foreign sensation, unsure whether it feels good or bad.

“Calm down, you’re okay. I’m just stretching you out. Tell me if something feels really good, alright?” Shouta is acting as if he’s speaking to a child, a spooked rabbit, a baby. His eyes keep flicking between your flushed face and your pussy, enamored by the way you suck his finger inside, at the feel of your velvety walls, the slick feeling that he can’t wait to experience hugging his cock.

“I can’t, I can’t, please-” 

“You can, doin’ so good for us sweetie.” Hizashi chirps, and you realize his hands are resting against your bare chest, idly squeezing at your breasts. You had been so focused on his partner’s actions that you had missed his coy advancement. 

One finger turns to two, and two fingers turns to three, and you’re quickly reduced to a sweaty, blubbering mess, begging the men to wait, to slow down, writhing in Hizashi’s lap while his husband violates you.

The pressure fades away to a comfortable stretch, and by the time Shouta begins to move his fingers with intent, you’re already close to your limit. Your thighs are still clenched together tightly, but the dark-haired man has plenty of room to maneuver his hand, moving his fingers in and out, letting his thumb tickle your clit.

You can’t stop your legs from shaking, abs clenching in pleasure, little noises that fall from your mouth without your permission. It feels good now, and Aizawa and Hizashi seem to know it, speeding up their movements, manipulating your body as a team.

The orgasm that washes over you is gentle, the build up to it steady and measured. The pleasure is expected, and yet it still hits you like a train, hips jerking against Shouta’s hand as he continues to finger you through it, a smile on his face as you drench his hand, pussy drooling.

“I’m sorry, oh no-oh no I made a-a m-mess.” You sob, mortified at your body, at your reaction, feeling gross and disgusting and a sweaty mess while both men watch you fall apart.

But Shouta just slips his hand from between your thighs, holds it out towards you expectantly. You’re confused, still trying to hide your face behind your bound hands, but then the man behind you is leaning forward, sucking Shouta’s fingers into his mouth, right next to your face.

You can hear him sucking your juices off his husband’s fingers, feel the shame coloring your cheeks deepen and spread. He’s so noisy about it, licking the digits, running his fingers between them, and your pussy clenches when you catch sight of a piercing nestled in the middle of his tongue.

You feel dizzy.

“Mmm, just like I though-” Hizashi purrs as he cleans his husband’s hand. He pulls back, growls in your ear “-Delicious.”

Then the two men are switching positions, Hizashi handing you off to Aizawa who settles you easily onto your back, head in his lap. Hizashi pulls at your hips, lifting them up to stuff a folded pillow underneath them, and you begin to realize what’s happening.

“Wait! Please! Hold on, I-I-just wait, oh god, please wait!” The fear is evident as your voice cracks pathetically, but you aren’t above begging.

“’Zashi’s a bit smaller than I am, figured that he’ll be nicer to ease you into it. If-” He shoots his husband a glare “-He keeps his cool.”

Hizashi was grinning as he shucked of his boxers, completely shameless as he revealed himself to you. “Hey, can’t blame a man for bein’ a bit excited. I mean, look at this little sweetie, all laid out like this.”

You felt exposed, afraid. Hizashi’s length bobbed against his stomach as he moved forward, grabbing your legs and settling them on either side of his hips.

There was a piercing in his cock, several piercings.

He was circumcised, with a prominent mushroom tip that held three prominent barbells along the edge. Another barbell glinted ominously behind the curve of his dick, settled right at the base on the top, blonde pubic hair trimmed neatly to showcase the piercing. 

“No, no please don’t. I’ll do anything, please, just not this! Please, please-”

“The piercings feel really good.” Shouta murmured, one hand cradling your head, the other pressed to your chest underneath your hoodie, keeping you anchored to the bed as you squirmed.

“I got this one ‘specially for you sweetie!” Hizashi took hold of his dick, pointed it down to show off the barbell in his pubic area, displaying it to you proudly. “It’s supposed to hit your cute lil’ clit when we’re going at it.”

The words washed over you, and the severity of your situation hit you. The planning required to get a piercing, have it heal-plus the idea that he expected to be actively using it with you again and again....

You started bawling.

“P-please! Don’t do this, please don’t! No no no no, no, no-” Your words were garbled, practically nonsensical, but that’s what you were trying to say. Whether or not they could understand you was out of your control.

“Hey, shh, shh. You’re okay sweetie.” The blonde placed a hand on your thigh, but that only served to make you sob harder.

“Calm down, we aren’t going to hurt you. It’ll feel good (Y/N).”

“No-oo! ‘M scared!!” You cried, and if your vision wasn’t blurry from tears, you’d have seen Hizashi’s green eyes soften, his lips twitch downward into a concerned frown. 

The married couple looked at each other, Hizashi hesitant and moved by your teary display, but Shouta was firm.

“You’ll be okay. It’s normal to be a bit frightened during your first time. But ‘Zashi and I have a lot of experience, we’re going to take good care of you.”

You don’t have time to protest, Hizashi settling between your thighs again, those long hands of his guiding his cock to your drooling entrance.

Shouta’s kissing you then, insist, his tongue pressing against your lips, distracting you.

Hizashi pushes inside, you gasp, and Shouta plunges his tongue into your mouth. There’s too much sensation, between the warm rod settling into you and the slimy tongue slipping around your own, and you can’t do anything but cry.

You cry when Shouta pulls back, when he places a soft, uncharacteristic kiss to your nose, brushes your tears away with his hand.

You cry when Hizashi groans, finally seating himself balls-deep in your cunt.

You cry when he pulls out, thrust back in with a smooth roll of his hips, swearing underneath his breath.

Shouta leans over you, grabs his husband by the back of the head and pulls him in for a passionate kiss. Long blond hair slips over Hizashi’s shoulders, tickles against your skin but it’s just another sensation that you can barely register, overwhelmed and already too fucked-out to focus.

The piercing at the base of Hizashi’s cock does stimulate your clit, especially when the man presses himself flush against you, circling his hips in a quick grinding motion. The metal rubs against your folds and you feel like screaming, it feels good but you don’t want it to.

The metal through the flared mushroom tip keeps brushing against a spot inside you that has you seeing sparks, but you still feel uncomfortable, too full, too stretched.

Hizashi fucks you slow, his husband petting awkwardly at your face.

Minutes pass, you’re not sure how long, but then Hizashi is going a bit faster, then faster again, Shouta’s telling him to slow down, but the blonde pants out “Can’t Sho’, she feels so damn good-”

The metal keeps grinding across your clit, and then you’re shrieking as an orgasm slams into you full-force out of nowhere.

It had been feeling good, but the combination of the tip of Hizashi’s cock hitting your sweet spot, plus the barbell along his pubic bone rubbing your little nub as he humped your cunt had you spasming, mouth dropping open and your eyes rolling back.

The next few moments are hazy, but you know Hizashi pulls out, lets out a low groan and then there's a bit of warmth striping across your stomach. Aizawa is saying something in that low baritone of his, but you don’t know what.

Your limbs feel like jelly, you feel too hot but chilled at the same time, feverish, sweaty. Shouta pats your cheek “Still with us?”

“Uhnh....” 

Aizawa laughed then, a full, throaty sound that made his stomach quake, and both you and Hizashi looked at him in surprise.

It was rare for the man to make such a noise.

“You good Sho’?” Hizashi asked, a puzzled smile on his face. Aizawa nodded, calming himself down a bit to respond, a broad grin still plastered across his features.

“I’m more than good, this is.... you were perfect.” The last bit is directed at you, and Aizawa leans down to kiss you, even though it’s clumsy and awkward. Still, he persists.

When he breaks away, he reaches for his husband, and pecks him on the lips, before shuffling backwards on the bed, your head sliding off his lap.

“Do’ya wanna lay down sweetie-pop? Or sit in the chair and watch?”

“Wha-?” You blink at the blonde, a hand rubbing at your puffy eyes. You’re thirsty.

“She’s exhausted, have her lay down. Plus, you can kiss her when you start getting too loud.” Aizawa prompts his husband, and Hizashi swats playfully at the dark-haired man, but heeds his advice.

You’re maneuvered up the bed, until your head rests on the pillows. Your wrists stay tied though, and your brows knit in confusion. Are they leaving?

No, Aizawa’s removing his boxers, Hizashi’s on his knees, his face by yours scrunched up as he reaches back to his rear.

A glimpse of Shouta’s cock, and you’re suddenly extremely grateful that you had been under his husband, and not taking the monster Shouta had been hiding behind his boxers.

But your attention is torn away by Hizashi, who’s holding up.... a plug, shiny with lube.

Shouta shuffles behind him, grabs his husband’s hips, and then Hizashi is kissing you, whimpering into your mouth as Shouta enters him.

You can’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for Hizashi. At least he’s going to enjoy himself, sharing that part of himself with someone he loves.

Bitterness rises within you as you realize; you aren’t able to say the same.

#yandere #yandere erasermic #hizashi yamada #aizawa x hizashi #shouta x hizashi #Hizashi x Reader #yandere hizashi #Hizashi #present mic #Shouta #shouta aizawa #shouta x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #mha shouta #Shouta x reader x hizashi #Hizashi x reader x shouta #poly erasermic #polyamory #poly yandere

[proxima-writes]

Title: me and the devil | part 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Mean Smuggler!Joel Miller/Smuggler!Female Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)

Summary: Joel doesn’t take kindly to the attention you’ve been receiving from a FEDRA agent.

Author’s Note: Quick lil addition to the dark!Joel universe. Because I can never write a one shot it seems. Reader discretion is advised.

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Content Warnings/Tags: explicit sexual content (18+), explicit language, considerable age gap (25F and 56M), mean mean mean Joel Miller, possessive Joel Miller, violence, public sex, dirty talk, degradation, begging, unprotected p in v, non con ejaculation, pet name (derogatory), dominance, rough sex, hair pulling, no aftercare, did i mention he’s MEAN like i cannot stress this enough. Let me know if anything is missing!

There’s a FEDRA agent who’s taken an interest in you.

He’s younger, probably about thirty. He’s handsome, with blonde hair and blue eyes and a cocky grin. He slips you extra ration cards when he sees you, and shows you a kindness that you’re unaccustomed to.

He lets you slip past the gate for smuggling runs, wishing you luck with a hand against your lower back as his eyes scan the perimeter.

One night, when you’ve returned from a run, he’s there to greet you. Joel stomps past him without a second thought and Tess nods at him before going her own separate way. But the agent pulls you aside, down an alley, and kisses you breathless.

You both miss the movement in the shadows.

________

Joel sees red anytime that little FEDRA fucker puts his hands on you. He doesn’t have any right to feel this way. In fact, he should be thrilled that your attention has shifted, that he no longer has to feel the burn of your gaze on his back.

But that’s not the case. He feels the loss of it like a shot to the heart.

So when he sees you in the alley with his hands on your body and his lips on yours, he doesn’t think. He just acts.

Joel storms toward the two of you, ripping the man from your body, throwing him to the ground. He gets a brief glimpse of your shocked face before he’s slamming the agent’s head against the concrete. The younger man fights back, bucking against Joel’s hold. But while the agent might be younger, maybe even stronger, Joel fights dirtier.

He’s got the man pinned with an arm against his throat as he stares down into his pretty face.

“Don’t you fuckin’ touch her again, you hear me?” He spits. He waits until the man stops struggling, going limp from lack of oxygen before releasing his grip.

You’re standing against the wall, the shock still painted across your features as you stare at Joel. Then you’re launching at him, eyes flashing with rage.

“You asshole!” You shout, fists beating against his chest. He yanks your hair, tugging your head back and looking down into your vicious expression.

“Call me that one more time, sweetheart, and see what fuckin’ happens.”

Your jaw clenches. “Ass. Hole,” you spit.

________

Joel spins you so that your face is pressed into the brick of the building, scratching at your cheek painfully. This position feels familiar, the memory of this same hold on your in his apartment making you clench in anticipation.

It’s deplorable that his treatment of you makes you so goddamn wet. You try not to think too hard about what it says about you as he presses his body against yours, the hard length of him grinding against your ass and making you bite back a moan.

“I warned you,” Joel growls in your ear. One hand remains clamped around the back of your neck to hold you in place while the other slides down the front of your body, tearing at the fly of your jeans and shoving the material roughly over your hips. “But you wanted to be a goddamn brat.”

You whimper as he slides his fingers through your wetness, cheeks heating as he laughs. “And you’re already wet? Tell me, baby, that from some little boy kissin’ you or from me beating the hell out of him for it?”

“Oh god,” you cry as he roughly circles your clit. “Joel!”

“Shut up,” he snaps. You hear the clink of his belt being opened, the zip of his fly being pulled down.

You remain frozen, plastered to the wall with your pants around your thighs. The heat of his body returns and you jolt when you feel the blunt head of his hard cock press to your entrance. You squirm against his hold.

“Stop moving,” he commands. You go still, like prey accepting its fate. “Good job, baby, I knew you could listen if you just use your little brain.”

A moan breaks free as he slides inside of you, hips slamming against your ass with his rough thrust. The sudden stretch of him makes you see stars as he sets a punishing pace.

“Your little cunt is so tight for me, baby, suckin’ me in every time I try to leave. Desperate for my cock,” he growls against your ear. Teeth scrape against your neck. “Should I let you cum? I don’t think stupid little girls who try to share what’s mine deserve to.”

“Please, Joel,” you whisper .

“I can’t hear you.”

“Please, please, please! Make me cum, Joel, make me cum all over you,” you beg, voice as loud as you dare to make it. You can feel him smile against your shoulder, a hateful spread of his lips.

“You’re lucky I’m so fuckin’ nice,” he spits, bringing his fingers to your clit and sliding them over the sensitive nub with quick, rough strokes. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up, the thought of Joel calling himself nice is so absurd to you that you can’t reign it in. He smacks your ass in retaliation and you try to escape the sting of it by rising to your tiptoes.

He yanks you back roughly, wrapping your hair around his fist to tug your head back. His eyes are so dark, so callous, that you have to swallow your fear to keep it hidden. He must still see it in your eyes, because that sharp smile is back.

“Since you didn’t want to fuckin’ stay still, you can cum on my cock alone or you don’t cum at all, understand?” Your lower lip trembles and he tightens his grip in your hair, making you gasp. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” you murmur. He groans at the title, his cock pulsing in its appreciation inside of you.

His speed picks up, his thrusts punishing as he chases after his own release. You can feel your muscles tightening in anticipation of your own, your harsh breaths stuttering as you toe the edge of ecstasy. You bite back a scream as a particularly rough thrust hits you in just the right spot, making you shatter around him, your pussy clamping tightly to his arousal.

He’s not far behind you, his pace losing finesse as he chases his release, groaning into your ear as he cums inside of you in thick, hot splashes. Your eyes go wide at the sensation. You had expected him to pull out, as he had before.

You hear Joel pull his jeans up, followed by his rough hands slipping your own back over your hips. He turns you to face him, his face etched in that same permanent scowl. He smooths a thumb over the scrapes from the brick that have marred your cheek before he tugs your lips to his with a firm grip on your jaw.

“You let that FEDRA piece of shit touch you again, just know that its my cum he’ll be fuckin’ deeper into your cunt,” he says.

Joel doesn’t wait for a response. His eyes search yours for one brief moment before he turns on his heel and stalks out of the alley.

Your eyes flick to the agent still crumpled on the ground and you take a deep breath before following after the devil himself.

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[ardent-musings]

“The Sweet Ones”

Neville Longbottom Smut

based off these two requests

Look, this is gonna be fucking long since I quite like Neville peep my username

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING

Warnings: NSFW 18+, dom!neville, swearing, spanking, oral sex fen receiving, restraints, rough sex, vaginal sex (WRAP THAT SHIT UP).

“No! Tell me you’re joking!”

You laughed alongside Ginny on a couch in the Gryffindor common room. It was well past midnight and by this time everyone was either asleep or in bed trying to fall asleep. You would be doing the same, except for the fact that you and Ginny were sharing far too many salacious details of your relationships to even think about bed.

“But toys, ties, he gagged you with your underwear?”

“But toys, ties, he gagged you with your underwear?”

Ginny once again nodded as she brought a hand to cover her now flushed cheeks.

“Well, you know what they say, it’s always the sweet ones who are down with that kind of thing,” she chucked a Bertie Bott’s bean into her mouth, “but you know all about that.”

“I do?”

Ginny took her attention off the box of sweets to stare at you pointedly, “If there’s anyone softer then Dean, it’s Neville. Now tell me, what nasty shit have you guys tried?”

This was not how you pictured your evening going, you started out talking about Quidditch. But apparently Ginny in her chaser uniform really got Dean going and then the conversation spiraled out of control. You were fine listening to Ginny’s filth but when it came to your own, there wasn’t much to share.

“Nev is sweet, through and through, Gin.”

“So you mean...”

“That’s exactly what I mean.”

“Really? That surprises me. I mean, he’s so gentle normally I figured there had to be something else going on.”

You started to grow warm from the way she depicted Neville in bed. Ginny went through a list of kinks the herbologist would possibly be into and with every new submission your heart pounder heavier. Some of them sound intriguing, and you let Ginny know which ones you would be interested in trying, although that was wishful thinking.

“Look, it’s not like I don’t wanna try these things. It’s just that Nev is,” you paused thinking of the right word to use, “he’s vanilla.”

You two continued talking for a bit longer, depicting how your sex life dulled in comparison to Ginny and Dean’s and how you wished for more. Neville was always good to you during sex, but sometimes you wished he’d lose control just long enough to have his way with you.

The fire started burning lowly in the logs, signaling it was time for both of you to go to bed. You and Ginny went to your respective dorms, feeling both riled up yet frustrated at the same time.

Down in the common room, sat Neville who had come out of his hiding spot near the portrait door. He heard everything; how he was too soft, too gentle, too passive. Neville assumed you picked him because of those things and it never occurred to him that you would like to see another side of him during sex. Knowing that you wanted him be anything other than polite sent his mind in overdrive. He went to bed hyperfixating on every kink, pet name, position you fantasized about and stored it for later use.

The next day went normally. You went to classes like typical but when you sat next to Neville during dinner you could tell something was off. By now he would’ve been telling you about his new favorite plant, it changed everyday. But today he was sitting, jaw clenched as he held your hand beneath the table while refusing to look at you. You figured he had a bad day and left it at that.

Dean came running up to you, grasping a foot long of parchment before dropping it in front of you.

“Please, I’m desperate, I have no idea what any of this means and Charms is your best class. Please help.”

You rolled your eyes, but took the boy’s paper and began critiquing his assignment, sharing your expertise. It was all very normal, until Neville took your hand that was in his and placed it on his leg. He had never been so brazen, especially in public, but you looked at him and smiled as you squeezed his thigh. Neville’s intense glare sent a shiver down your spine as it was accompanied by a smirk. It was unusual but wonderful.

The longer you spent with Dean, exchanging information and jokes from time to time, the more handy Neville was. He was now resting his hand on your thigh, twiddling the hem of your skirt between his fingers and occasionally dipping them beneath the fabric. Suddenly you couldn’t focus on anything but Neville.

“Uh, Dean,” you stuttered as Neville’s hand moved higher, “yeah, I’ve gotta go, I forgot I got detention.”

Dean’s brows furrowed, you never got detention. He didn’t get to question you though, as you pulled Neville up and out of the Great Hall with you. His teasing touches on you had your mind set on only one thing and you were ready to head to Gryffindor tower.

Neville had another thought in mind, instead he pulled you down a corridor and into a lesser used classroom. As soon as the door closed, he grabbed your hands and held them above your head, dipping down so his breath tickled your ear.

“I heard what you told Ginny last night,” he groaned lowly, his nose grazed your jaw. “Didn’t seem too shy about sharing exactly how disappointed you are with my performance, huh?”

Your eyes widened at his comment, feeling even hotter beneath his stern look. You tripped over your words, but your mumbling was instantly silenced as soon as Neville pressed his body fully against yours.

“No need to say anything, darling. I already heard it all. Apparently, you would like me to ‘fuck you like I hate you’ yeah?”

His lips were now ghosting over your throat, nipping along the way, unable to mask the quiet moans.

“Is that what you want, petal?”

Neville pulled away for a moment, his usual soft eyes offering you a look of the boy you adored. He waited patiently for you to give him the green light.

Breathlessly yet excitedly you nodded at him, “Yes, Neville. That’s what I want.”

“Sure you wouldn’t want someone like Dean to take my spot? You seemed pretty impressed with him last night.”

“No, Neville, I want you. Just you.”

He kissed you softly making you melt into his touch, savoring how he tasted like the vanilla ice cream from dinner.

“Then be a good girl for me. Hop on the desk.”

You shivered from how demanding his tone had become, but your breath caught in your throat once he unknotted his crimson tie and wrapped it around his fist.

You got onto the professor’s desk and noticed how there were no quills or ink wells. No one had been here for a while.

Neville sauntered towards you with a smirk, standing between your thighs.

“Shirt off.”

You complied again, feeling exhilarated from the boy in front of you proving himself to be more.

He held your hand, diving in to kiss you with so much force that you nearly fell backwards. It was messy and hard, but somehow so him.

One of his calloused hands raised to massage your breast, expertly teasing your nipple through the thin material of your bra. His lips left yours to trail down your neck to suck on the swell of your chest.

“Mind if I have a go with this?” He held his tie in front of you, waving the fabric with a wink.

You smiled widely and nodded, giggling as you presented your wrists to him. Neville’s chuckle bursted at the gesture, making him shake his head in joyful disbelief.

“Fuckin’ hell, I’m lucky,” he commented as he wove the tie around your wrists, double checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight.

You let out a yelp as he flipped you over so you were laying on the hard wood, belly down with your hands pinned beneath you.

Neville flipped your skirt over, grabbing the tops of your thighs and digging his nails lightly into your skin.

“I’m gonna give you a rundown of my plans, sweetheart,” he hummed as he gripped the straps of your panties, tugging them down your hips but not fully off. “First, I’m gonna spank your ass you like you deserve. It’s what you deserve after gossiping with Ginny last night. Then, I’m going to eat your pretty little pussy and then,” he pressed his body against your back. You could feel just how hard he had gotten and it made you wiggle your hips, just trying to get any friction, “Then I’m going to fuck you like the filthy little thing you are, sweetie.”

Without another seconds notice, Neville gripped your underwear and ripped it off of you, his large hands cupping and rubbing your ass meticulously. You could feel yourself growing wet already, just hearing Neville speak so openly and bluntly about handling you was making you ready.

“Give me the go, and I’ll make your ass red, baby.”

You groaned desperately, nearly lifting to your knees to get closer to him, “yes, please.”

Neville slapped you, not too hard, just enough to gauge your reaction to the new action. If your moan was anything to go by, he figured he could go a bit harder.

He alternated from side to side, reeling in the way you started to grind against the desk with every hit, practically mewling at his hands. Neville had never pictured doing this, but he couldn’t deny how pretty you sounded as you allowed him to use you the way he wanted. He could’ve gone longer, but the sight of you dripping down onto the desk looked too good to ignore any longer.

Your yell echoed in the room as Neville suddenly pressed his tongue against your pussy, licking up the evidence of his effect on you. He pulled you so close, ensuring that your hips lined up with his face; Neville had settled on his knees behind you.

His tongue began relentlessly feasting on you, growling into you which made your eyes roll back. He had gone down on you before, but this was different. Neville wasn’t doing this to make you feel good, he was doing it because he craved the taste of you on his tongue.

You couldn’t imagine feeling any better, Neville’s hands were holding you open, reminding you of the gentle sting on your ass. But when Neville wrapped his lips around your clit and filled you with two fingers, your hips rose as did the heat in your body.

Neville was mesmerized by you gasping beneath him, repeating the motions that left you writhing and crying for him. He never liked seeing you cry, but the soft wetness coming from the corner of your eye made him feral.

You couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a final suck at your clit and a thrust of his fingers, you came hard against him. The feeling made your whole body shake, only making your clit oversensitive as it met the hard desk. Neville started to massage your legs, calming you from your high before placing a soft kiss to your glowing ass.

He slowly turned you back around, grabbing your tied wrists and holding them above you, tying the rest of the fabric to the knob on the desk drawer. Your chest was still heaving and he couldn’t help but moan at the smell of your sweet sweat and the way your back was arched.

“Still have it in you to take my cock, honey?” He bit at your collarbone as he unclasped your bra and let it rest by your bound hands. Your exposed chest was being fully loved by Neville, his lips trailed your skin as you searched for your answer. “You said you wanted it rough, didn’t you? If that’s true, then we’re not done here.”

His tone was cheeky, but his darkened eyes alerted you to the hunger that still festered in your boy. He couldn’t keep his mouth off you, his swollen lips reached yours again, your whimper was silenced by his kiss as he pulled off your skirt. 

“Actually, hold on, Nev.”

His big soft eyes searched yours, suddenly worried by your objection. 

“What is it, love? Did I do something wrong? We can st-”

“No, it’s just,” a blush fell over your cheeks as you looked up at him, “Can you take off your shirt? I feel a bit uncomfortable being the only naked one.”

His panicked look disappeared at your request, and with one fell swoop his sweater was off his body, leaving him to just take off his pants. You loved Neville’s body. He was insecure some days, but he was perfect. His arms were muscular from lifting bags of soil and fertilizer and his back and legs were wonderfully firm. And you needed him.

He smiled as you whined, wriggling against your restraints. Once his trousers and briefs were off, his full body was on display for you. He made no move to cover himself, instead he just grabbed his cock and slowly stroked it against your pussy. 

“I’m not going to go easy on you, doll,” he groaned, “this is what you wanted.”

“It’s what I want. Please, Neville,” you were mindlessly pleading for him to do something, you were aching for him to move. “Fuck me like you own me, please.”

Neville let out a low growl from the pit of his chest and without warning, he lined himself up and fully sank into you. By this time, the sounds coming from you were loud and full of desperate cries of Neville’s name. He was living up to your request, pulling all the way out to piston back in at a mind numbing pace. 

“That’s right, honey, let everyone know who fucks you like this. Is that what you want?”

“That’s what I want.”

It took all of your focus to mumble those four simple words. As Neville rocked against you, his hand now wrapped around your throat, no clear thought ran through your mind. All you could focus on was how good Neville was making you feel. 

You screamed once he started rubbing at your clit in timing with his thrusts, and you both knew you’d be done for. Neville kept thrusting deeply, his head falling back at the way your tightened against him. 

“Fuck, baby, I’m close. Cum with me, baby. Do it.”

His grip on your throat tightened as did your legs around his waist. They were curled around him, doing everything you could to help him get you there. After a soft whimper from Neville, your body erupted. You moaned loudly, overwhelmed by his movements as your rode out your high. The air was heavy as you panted, and your squeezing around Neville’s cock made him cum right after you. He whined as his hips frantically met with your hips until his own orgasm died down. 

His hair was sticking to his forehead in sweat, absolutely out of breath as he laid his head on top of your chest. Before you could even ask him to, he released your hands from the binds and placed tiny kisses to your wrists. 

“Neville, holy shit.”

Your boy chuckled at you, his eyes warm and wide from your time together in the classroom. 

“Was that okay?” 

“That was amazing. Better than I could have even imagined.”

Neville’s bellowing laugh made you giggle beside him, basking in the comfort of your boyfriend and wiping the sweat from your neck.

“Well good, love,” he left a kiss to the tip of your nose, “now you can update Ginny about it all. Let her know that her theory about the ‘sweet ones’ is true.”

#this was a long ass smut #don't ask me how many words #i don't know #neville longbottom smut #neville smut #neville longbottom #i'm a simp #anon requests

[severelytalentless]

Chemistry Part 4

FlirtyFuckboy!Gojo x VirginLabPartner!Reader x BadBoy!Getou

Let’s fucking go..

This one got a little long. Idgaf. I’m horny.

18+ content: strong language & sexual scenarios, intoxication (drug and alcohol), dubcon, dirty talk, soft-ish dom!getou, voyeurism, bondage, rough oral sex m!receiving, fingering, penetration, orgasm withholding, etc.

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(Magnets - A-trak remix)

“Hold up...”

Getou grabs the bottle from your hand as you trip down the hall with Gojo. All three of your hearts are racing with anticipation, alcohol coursing through your veins. You and Gojo spin around to face him.

“We’ve got all night..” he flicks the cap off the handle and takes a swig. He nods to his right, toward the packed living room. The music is blaring, everyone is dancing and the haze has increased exponentially since you arrived. He walks up and tugs you out of Gojo’s grasp, licking the alcohol off his lips.

“I wanna see you dance..”

You giggle and glance back to Gojo as Getou smacks your ass, coaxing you onto the dance floor. The two of them post up against the wall and watch as you turn to them and run your fingers through your hair, backing toward the writhing crowd.

This song is infectious. You grin and close your eyes, letting the music take you. Your body moves on its own, encouraged by the liquor and thumping tempo. You feel incredibly uninhibited, rolling your hips, touching all over your body, dancing just for them. You pull out all the stops and shake some ass, really giving them a show.

They can’t take their eyes off you. The lights flash, hitting your body, lighting up your blissed-out face and the way you look over to them with smoldering eyes. You’ve got them hypnotized.

Getou can't believe his eyes. Never in a million years would he expect this from a girl like you. He wasn't convinced when Gojo told him about you. He tends to exaggerate when he's excited about something. He just didn't think you had this in you, the quiet little bookworm he hadn't really noticed in class. But damn, Gojo wasn't kidding. You're a whole lot of trouble just waiting to happen. He’s itching to get his hands dirty.

“Does she know how hot she is?” Getou passes the handle to Gojo. Gojo laughs and kicks back the bottle. He swallows and shakes his head.

“She has no idea..”

“Fuck dude..” Getou rolls his eyes and bites his smirk as you catch his gaze.

“I told you..” Gojo thumps the bottle into Getou's chest and pushes off the wall, b-lining at you.

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(Money on me - snakehips + Anderson paak)

Strong hands spread around your hips, pulling you back sharply against him. You reach up behind you and stroke his neck, arching back into him. You grind together to the music, and you can’t wipe this tipsy grin off your face. You’re having so much fun. You don’t care who sees you push your ass back on his hips. You don’t care what those other girls think. Your heart is racing. You feel fucking amazing.

“You’re the hottest thing in here..” you’re the only one who can hear his praise in your ear over the music. It makes groan and you push back on him harder. His grip tightens on your hips. You steal the shades off his nose and giggle as you put them on. The room gets even darker and you lose sight of Getou.

Suddenly, he’s in front of you, three shots between his fingers. Gojo’s hand slides up your neck and tilts your head back. Getou pours one into your open mouth. The burn feels so good. They down the other two and Getou’s hands are on you in an instant. He presses into you, trapping your body between them. His cologne smells sexy as hell.

You pant and lick your lips as his thigh pushes in between your legs. You’ve got one hand in Gojo’s hair, the other hanging onto Getou’s neck, grinding on both of them shamelessly in the middle of the floor. You feel both of their cocks stiff against you, only getting harder.

Your movements become more and more sexual. Gojo ruts into you from behind, pushing you hard into Getou’s thigh. They're working together to force more friction against your clit, and it's to die for. Their hands are all over you. You drop your head back against Gojo’s chest and Getou leans down, kissing on your neck. You moan out loud into the deafening music. No one hears you but them.

Getou looks up and nods to Gojo, and next thing you know they're pulling you back into the hall and helping you up the stairs.

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(sex - cheat codes)

“I’ll take these..” Gojo reclaims his shades and you can finally see again. Your back thumps against the door, his tongue is in your mouth, hands tugging on your clothes. He fumbles for the doorknob and you practically fall into the room, stumbling back into the foot of his bed.

When did he move his bed?

You break the kiss and look around. This isn't Gojo’s room. You look behind him as he kisses down your neck and Getou steps in casually, locking the door. He sets the bottle on his desk and pulls the chair out, sits down, and opens a drawer. You watch him lean over to fiddle with something he pulled out.

“Hey, you can play with him later..” Gojo pulls your attention back to him. His tone is tinged with just the slightest bit of jealously.

“Maybe she's tired of playing with you, Satoru..” Getou glances up and catches your eyes. You raise an eyebrow and he smirks as he rolls something between his fingers. Gojo scoffs and keeps kissing hastily along your jaw. You really like the way Getou is looking at you.

“Kinda wanna fuck around with both of you..” your drunken arousal throws bold words out of your mouth with no filter. They both stop and look up at you.

Getou chuckles and licks the joint before rolling it closed. He walks over, nudging Gojo, maintaining eye contact with you.

“Be careful what you wish for..” he flicks a lighter and sparks the joint before passing it to Gojo. You watch him take a hit and exhale thick smoke.

“Show her how to shotgun..” Gojo passes it back, Getou cocks his head, and pulls in a long hit.

You look up a little confused but honestly, you're game for anything these two wanna do to you.

Getou waves his finger subtly for you to lean closer and his mouth meets yours before he exhales. He breathes the smoke into your mouth and you inhale without thinking. It's sour and hot. They both laugh a little as you cough it back out.

“Obedient little thing, huh?” Getou passes it off again and admires your glassy eyes.

“When she wants to be..” Gojo teases and you furrow your brows at him. Getou steps in. Your defiant little pout makes his cock throb. His hand comes around the back of your neck, his thumb presses across your throat. He can feel the blood pumping through your vein.

“Maybe a collar would help her behave..” he feels your heartbeat quicken at the suggestion.

“She does like it rough..” Gojo's voice is low and hushed. Getou sweeps your hair over your shoulder and leans in your ear.

“Is that true, bunny?..” Your pulse spikes down into your core at the way he growls the question. You sigh and go docile, nodding as he breaths down your neck.

“She can be a very naughty girl..” You glance at Gojo as he takes another drag. Getou catches your chin and lifts your attention back up at him. His eyes hold a dark excitement, it’s borderline sinister.

“Has she ever been punished?” he tightens his grip around your neck just a touch. Your breath catches on the pressure on your throat and the intensity of his gaze.

Everything starts moving in slow motion, all your senses are buzzing; warm, and rich. He feels you swallow in his grasp.

“Not yet..” Gojo shakes his head with a grin as he returns to the chair across the way, opening another drawer in the desk. Getou tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at you before releasing your throat. The head rush that follows makes you dizzy.

“Take off her top..” Gojo states his instructions while rummaging in the desk. Getou’s hands ghost down your sides and he begins to undress you. You see his eyes glow as he unveils your lacey bra. Your tits look fucking perfect. Gojo clicks his tongue.

“Bet she's wearing matching panties..” Of course, he knows what you've got on. Getou slowly traces the edge of your bra, teasing a strap off your shoulder.

“Well?” There's that low growl again, chills shake up your spine. He smirks down at you.

You smirk back and shimmy off your bottoms. Getou hums in approval.

“Fuckin’ called it..” Gojo appears behind Getou again, passing him the joint...and a little leather collar with a shiny gold ring on the front. They both watch you bite down on your smile as your eyes go wide.

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(had some drinks - two feet)

“Pretty..” you whisper and they grin.

“Just like you..” Getou pins the joint between his lips and wraps the collar around your neck, buckling it at the nape.

It's a snug fit, just tight enough that your pulse causes pressure as it rushes under the leather up to your head. A delicious knot pulls just as tight in your core. You become violently aware of how much you like the thought of being his little pet.

You wanna be good for him. So, so good for him.

Getou passes the joint to Gojo and curls his finger through the ring, pulling you to his lips. You close your eyes as his tongue slips in against yours, he sends more smoke down into your lungs. He watches it rise back out of your open mouth.

You've never felt like this before. The smoke is making your body vibrate. The alcohol is making you brave. The collar is making you want to sin.

The look in your heavy eyes is screaming for sex.

Getou is reading it loud and clear.

Gojo chuckles. You’re so fucking high and horny.

“Go easy on her, Suguru..don't scare her off..”

“But she wants it..don't you...” he tugs the ring a little more, looking down his nose at you.

You eye fuck him right back.

A slutty stoned smile pulls at your parted lips. You give him a lazy nod. He leans down by your ear. His whisper is so low Gojo doesn't hear his words, but they both hear you whimper in response.

“I’m gonna fuck you up..”

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(such a whore - potato remix)

He's so different.

He's not impatient like Gojo. Not teasing and toying and tugging at you like Gojo.

His touches are calculated and subtle. Gentle yet commanding. He's not asking. He's telling.

Something about him intimidates you, but you've never been more turned on. You’ve barely been touched and there's a throbbing, slippery mess between your thighs.

He’s very pleased.

“Does she have a safe word..” Getou asks over his shoulder, his eyes never leave you. You swallow hard.

“Nope.” Gojo’s grin is demonic. Getou runs his fingers through your hair and shakes his head.

“So fucking innocent. How about mercy?”

You nod and he leads you by your neck over to his bed.

“She doesn’t have a gag reflex either..” Gojo adds mischievously, palming his growing cock through his trousers. Getou leans in close again, his whispers are deliberately quiet.

“We’ll see about that..” your dry mouth floods with saliva.

Getou releases the ring and sits on the bed, reaching underneath. He pulls out a gold chain leash and your heart thumps into your ribs. The links are small and the leather loop at the end matches your collar. It clinks as he wraps it around his fist and gives you a beckoning nod.

“On your knees..”

You drop immediately and sit back on your heels between his wide-spread thighs. You can see his bulge protruding in his trousers. He looks bigger than Gojo. You wanna see it. Wanna taste it. You lick your lips and your hands start to wander up his thighs.

He leans forward quickly, clipping the leash to your collar and yanking you up on your knees into his face. You gasp at the harsh correction, the knot twists in your core.

“Who said you could touch?” He hisses down at you, still holding the chain taught in one hand. You choke out a whimper and take your hands off him.

“Easy..she doesn’t know any better.” Gojo pipes up, he watches intently as his best friend roughly handles you. He loves seeing you so vulnerable. Getou leers at you and leans back.

“The cuffs are in that drawer too..” He lets off on the leash and you sink back down to the floor. Your cheeks burn and you feel lace slide freely over your wet folds.

Gojo walks up next to you and hands one over, they each take a wrist and strap them tight. Everything matches, down to the little gold clips that snap together. Gojo grips your hair and tilts your head back to look up at him.

“Be good for him, bunny...don’t make him mad.”

You never thought being manhandled and bound like this would make you so hot. You’re so accustomed to having control. You’ve never had to take orders. But this submissiveness is dangerously satisfying, clicking into position like a puzzle piece.

“Yes sir..” the new words roll off your tongue with ease.

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(swim/okay/slowdown - chase atlantic)

Fuck, it’s huge..

Getou smirks at you with his shirt in his teeth, his monstrous cock laying proud against his perfect abs. It must be at least 3" thick. He looks so fucking sexy leaned back on the bed like that. He catches the little glimmer of intimidation that flashes in your eyes. He strokes himself and pulls your lease, tugging you closer.

“I wanna see you choke on it..” he taps the head on your lips, and hums as your tongue licks out and around the tip. He wraps the chain over his knuckles once more, forcing your mouth over him. You open wide and stretch your lips around him. It’s so thick and smooth, you drool down the shaft and look up through your lashes at him. You wanna please him, impress him, take him deep. You hum and lick your way down.

“That’s it bunny, you can take it..” Gojo fists his own cock, thoroughly enjoying this. His encouragement strokes your ego. You relax your jaw and push him down into your throat. You hear Getou cuss as you suck and bob on his thick cock, taking as much as you can.

You're about to bottom out when he bucks up into you. You gag in surprise and try to back off, but the leash clinks tight, holding you down. He bucks again and your eyes water. You moan and squirm.

“Uh-uh, I said choke on it, slut..” you feel your cunt clench. No one's ever called you a slut.

Why’s that so hot?

His cock pummels the back of your throat, smothering your whimpers. Tears roll off your lashes. You realize he’s not going to stop.

A switch flips inside you. You stop struggling, it’s harder if you struggle. You submit to the abuse and let him fuck your throat raw. A sick little part of you starts to enjoy it. It’s not long before he grips your head and holds you down, fully blocking your airway.

“Good fuckin’ girl..” the growled praise makes your eyes roll back.

Fuck that’s hot. Why is this so hot?

You push your mouth down even further and he groans, you feel his hot cum pour down your throat. He exhales heavily and releases the chain, pulling your mouth off him by your hair. You gasp and cough and whine.

“Damn.” Gojo huffs, jerking on his swollen cock in the desk chair.

“Don’t think I didn’t feel that.. greedy little cocksucker.” Getou is breathless and seriously impressed. You just swallowed him whole and pushed for more.

He watches you pant and wipe your tears with your bound hands. How are you so fucking cute and filthy at the same time?

“Up.” The chain pulls tight again and you mewl as he practically drags you onto the bed. You lay on your back panting as he crawls over you and pins your wrists over your head. You hear a click as he secures the cuffs to a strap on the bed frame. His hands slide down your body until he reaches your panties, pulling them down to your knees.

"Oh fuck.." Your skin is so sensitive, you whine and squirm at his light touch. He leans over you, breathing in your ear.

“Don’t fuss or I’ll tie your legs down too..” his tone is diabolically calm. He’s all too comfortable with this kind of power. So confident in his ability to ruin you, he doesn’t even need to be aggressive.

He stares you down and watches your lusty reaction as his fingers slip between your folds.

“What a mess..” he purrs and coats them with your slick.

The intoxicants in your system amplify every sensation. Your cuffs snap tight and you cry out as he rubs your poor swollen clit around in circles, driving you instantly insane. He hums in approval.

"She does make pretty sounds.."

He licks up the side of your neck over the collar, then pushes two fingers inside you. Your body shudders and you cuss under your breath. He starts curling them slow and firm into your g-spot.

“Suguru-fuck! Please-oh-fuck..” your back arches off the bed and you yank on your restraints. He chuckles into your neck.

“Fuck your please...What? You gonna cry? D’you wanna cum?” He’s relentless inside you, taunting you, pushing you, pleasing you. His thumb presses up against your clit and you squeal in sweet distress.

“YES! Yes-ye-huuhn-I ne-need it-please!“ you babble like an idiot. Everything feels so fucking good. The knot inside you aches and stretches. You wanna cum so bad it hurts.

“No.”

You gasp and whimper as he suddenly removes his sticky fingers from your desperate hole. You’re reeling from your withheld climax, you feel him pull your panties off and he shoves them in your mouth. His hands grip your knees and spread you wide open. He nods down at you with a sick grin.

“Now you cum.”

He buries his entire length inside you all at once, filling every corner of your tight wet cunt with his thick throbbing cock. He doesn’t move.

Oh my fucking god...

He watches eyes roll up into your skull, you pull helplessly on the tie-down and cum immediately. Your feral moans are muffled by the soaked lace in your mouth.

“Good girl.. fucking take it..” he growls over you and rocks his hips torturously against you, pushing even deeper as you spasm and gush around him. Your mind is fucking gone.

He feels your climax ripping through you as your body seizes and jerks, but he holds you down under his weight, relishing your fucked out tearful face. Driving you crazy is so deeply satisfying.

When your cries settle down to whimpers, he pulls out of you, still rock hard and glistening with your slick. Your body feels heavy and spent, and he hasn't even really fucked you yet.

You watch him straighten up and dress himself. You look to Gojo and see him wiping his cum off his hand as he pulls his trousers back up. You're still chained to the bed with your panties in your mouth. You wriggle and huff pathetically at them as they both turn for the door.

"Sit tight bunny, we've got all night.." Getou grabs the bottle from the desk and opens the door, Gojo fixes his glasses on his nose and grins at you.

"We'll be back to play in a little while.."

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[wandering-travesty]

Off To The Races

 Zeke’s life wasn’t supposed to be like this. His father would have a spontaneous brain aneurism if he saw the daily goings on of the younger Yeager’s household on his days off. Horrid amounts of smoking outside, snow or shine, day-drinking without a second thought, and lonely, not by choice. He had honest-to-god tried to live the life his father wanted for him. He married a woman straight out of law school and knocked her up a few months after. They raised that kid for a year then repeated the process. They lived, laughed, and loved for a few years, then, as a surprise to no one, the divorce came along. His wife had run off with a lump sum of money and started a new life out of state. He got left with two kids, substance abuse issues, and a law firm to run. He was stressed, depressed, and by the holiest powers above, was he horny. 

 Ignoring the horniness for a moment, everything changed when you came around. Every inch of his world brightened, almost like a light at the end of a tunnel. You gave him some form of hope, and reminded him that life wasn’t all doom and gloom. You were still in college, looking for some extra funds to help pay your tuition; a lawyer that doubled as a father of two was the perfect target. You had shown up in your prettiest outfit, almost as if you were showing off for him. Being the kind of man he was, Zeke couldn’t help but hire you. Some sweet, fetching little thing coming up to his decadent doorstep in a tiny little tennis skirt and begging to take care of his kids? That was something he could never turn away. 

 So, you became the official caretaker of Zeke’s little angels. You truly adored looking after them while their, admittedly handsome, father slaved away at his big, important law firm. You rang the doorbell right as the kids were waking up, Zeke greeting you at the door already dressed in one of his repulsively expensive suits. You talked over scones and coffee and made the kids just about anything they wanted. He would leave, and you would get the kids dressed and out the door with ample time to catch the bus. You’d clean the house, make yourself some lunch, play with the family dog. The golden retriever was just another cliche. But you still loved the mutt, especially since every family member loved him, too. You could tell because Zeke had named him after some long-dead baseball player, meaning he would be enamoured with the thing no matter what.  

 It was fun, picking up on little details about Zeke, or Mr. Yeager, as you called him. He loved baseball and would talk about it for hours on end if you let him, and he hated strawberry icecream for some unexplained reason. He was the face of success for his entire life, from being a star pitcher on his little league team back home to captain of the debate team in high school; he had never really failed at anything or gotten robbed of what he wanted. He was a winner in everything he had ever tried. He had mentioned how high-strung his parents were, and how they’d gone through a divorce of their own when he was young. He and his step-brother never got along that well, and had actually turned out to be very different people. His family life was anything but smooth, and he feared his kids would look back on their childhood in the same light. You guessed that’s why tonight was happening. 

 “Alright, I’m entrusting my children, dog, house, and painfully expensive belongings to you for the night.” He was dressed to the nines, hell, the tens. He wore an umber sport coat, mustard turtleneck sweater, a thick black belt, grey slacks, chestnut oxfords, and the most expensive golden watch you had ever seen. His flaxen hair shined perfectly in the low light of the entranceway; it was official: you wanted to fuck him. Rather, you wanted him to fuck you. You wanted him to fuck you stupid and make you squirt all over that pretty watch, and his even prettier face. 

 “I’ve got it covered, Mr. Yeager.” His youngest son wrapped his arms around your legs as the dog rubbed his head into your palm. “Knock ‘er dead!” You gave him your cheesiest smile and thumbs up. He chuckled at you as his eldest son grabbed your free hand. 

 “You’ve got this, Dad!” He cheered, starting to drag you to the living room. 

 “Thank you, Atticus. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave a weak smile, turning to leave through the large oak door. It was awful, how badly he wanted to stay there with you and the kids. He wanted to chase Atticus down the hall as the rest of you ran after him, laughing all the way. He wanted to put on some old, boring movie only he wanted to watch and feel your breath on his neck as you fell asleep just after the kids and dog sitting on the floor below you. He wanted to feel your warmth in his bed. He wanted to see what you looked like backed up against a wall. Heaving after an especially passionate kiss. With your legs over your head, screaming his name. The sweat dripping down your face as you came undone beneath him. The little whimpers you’d make as he pulled out of you and cradled you in his arms. He wanted you, not this random woman off of some shitty dating site. He didn’t really want the booze, or the men, or the women, or the money, or the white picket fence, or his father’s approval; he just wanted - no - he needed you. Your game of cat and mouse, seeing which playful “sweetheart” or coy little “Mr. Yeager” would be the one to tip you over the edge of more than friends.  

 “Zeke? That’s you, right?” The tall blonde woman in a sleek black suit walked towards him with an outstretched hand. She could’ve easily been a full foot taller than him. Interesting.

 “Yes. Yelena, correct?” But she wasn’t you. He just wanted to get this night of false wining and dining over with so he could come home to you. You in his big, expensive house. Better yet, his big, expensive bed.

 - 

 You sat and watched the clock after the kids went to bed. It ticked and tocked, back and forth, over and over. It had been about an hour since you’d put them down for the night. You couldn’t wait for Zeke to get home for much longer. Butterflies buzzed through your stomach when you heard the doorbell ring.

 “Mr. Yeager?” You opened the door to the sight of your employer with his shirt halfway unbuttoned, glasses falling off his face, and hair an absolute bird’s nest. 

 “Hey, beautiful.” He purred, slumping onto your shoulder, trying and failing to be smooth. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing in my house, huh?” He looked up at you over the rim of his glasses. The way his eyes glimmered a dark shade of teal lit your entire body on fire. Feeling his full weight on top of you only made it spread farther.

 “Babysitting your kids, for starters.” You maneuvered your bodies to have his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you dragged him back into the house. “Apparently I’ll be babysitting you, too.” You mumbled, just then realizing exactly how muscular he was. You sat him down on the leather couch and started to walk to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. You didn’t have much experience with alcohol, but you believed water helped with it somehow.

 “Damn. Loving the view from back here, gorgeous.” He leaned forwards with his elbows on his knees, licking his chapped lips. You jumped at the sudden compliment. You couldn’t remember him being so…dirty before. You walked a little faster than you already were, wanting to get away from him before you made a stupid decision. You poured a tall glass of water, walking back to the couch where Zeke was now lounging, legs spread far enough to leave barely anything to the imagination.  

 “Hey there, doll. Got somethin’ for me?” He giggled, lowering his head from where he had been resting it. His eyes were something to behold, and the deep rooted confidence and downright cockiness behind them only served to make you shiver. You shuffled closer, a bit skittish at the sight of the beast before you. 

 “It’s just water.” You sat down on the table in front of him. “It’s supposed to help with your metabolism, I think.” Your voice was a higher pitch than usual, feeling an odd pressure in your throat every time you spoke.

 “What a smart little thing you are.” He praised. It felt genuine, and you started to feel hotter. You handed him the glass, trying your best to avoid eye contact. He took the glass, and almost as if he had sensed your intentions, took your chin between his fingers and forced you to look into his deep, ocean eyes. He leaned back a bit, giving you a better view of his exposed chest. There was a light layer of golden hair overtop of his expansive chest, and it seemed to trail down the rest of his body. You wanted to find out if that was true. Still holding eye contact with you, he tipped the glass and send the water spilling down his shirt. You knew that wasn’t just drunken clumsiness, but a calculated measure to get in your pants.

 “Whoops.” He said, eyes cold and emotionless as his words. “You better clean that up, sweetheart. We both know I can’t take care of myself in this state.” You moved closer to him, hands unsure of where they were going. You were shaking a bit, and you didn't have a towel on you. You decided the best course of action was to unbutton his shirt the rest of the way. You felt down his chest, gently tugging on his nipples. He let out a soft groan as you continued to feel him up. 

 “You’re gettin’ a little handsy there, baby. You want something from me?” He pet your hair as you moved further down on his chest. You kissed and gave kitten licks, appreciating every inch and curve of his muscular form. You couldn’t get enough of him, try as you might.

 “I fuckin’ knew it.” He pulled you by your hair to force you to look at him.

 “Filthy little harlot.” He squeezed you cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You looked confused until you felt a glob of spit hit your tongue. You swallowed like it was second nature. 

 “You’re just here for my dick, huh?” You continued to kiss and lick down his abdomen, savoring every ounce of him you could; the smell of cinnamon, menthol, and saltwater hit your nose, intoxicating you further and further the more you breathed him in. “I bet it’s all you think about. Especially when those fingers rub that pretty little cunt until you cum all over yourself.” You let out a whine, signifying exactly how right he was.

 “Yeah.” You dragged your tongue up his six-pack, savoring the slightly salty taste. “Think about you every night.” You licked a stripe down the same line you had just gone up. “Only way I can get to sleep.” He smiled the warmest smile you had ever seen him produce. Such a sweet little thing for him, getting off to thoughts of him railing you silly in order to have a good night’s rest. Your submissive, horny mind was so focused on him you couldn’t get to bed without him. You were perfection in human form. Truly a goddess sent from above. He would worship you in the most degrading way possible.

 “I knew you were dirty, I just needed to force you to show me.” He continued to pet your hair like you were some kind of beloved family pet. You felt so small under his touch; so fragile, as if one touch could blow you away forever. You loved the feeling more than life itself. You felt like you could never live without it again. Touching yourself while thinking about him wouldn’t do the trick; not after you had felt the real thing.

 “That’s it, honey, kiss me like you mean it.” He teased, knowing exactly what was running through your head. Sure, he was no master of seduction, but he had bedded plenty before, and he knew exactly how talented he was. He had learned from years of experience; years you hadn’t yet lived. You would learn it all from him. Those little college boys he could smell on you every so often wouldn’t cut it anymore. He was meant for you, and you for him. He knew he already had you trapped, but playing with you was so fun. Poking and prodding and mocking you all while you worshiped him like he had hung the moon in the sky.

 “You love this body, don’t you, slut?” He pulled your hair suddenly, earning a yelp that went straight to his aching cock. “You know, I’ve only been keeping in shape for you. I knew from the moment you saw me that was the main appeal, and lord knows I’d go through hell to keep you around.” That was true. He knew others would settle for mediocrity, but a flawless little angel like you deserved better than mediocre. You needed someone to match your talent, beauty, and wit. He didn’t believe he equaled you in anything but maybe wits, but still, he was good for you. At least, you seemed to think so, considering you were giving tiny kitten licks to the tip of his recently freed dick. The tip was red, swollen, and leaking a sinful amount of precum. You sucked it all up, taking the engorged head between your plush lips. You felt like heaven, but the ache in your pussy felt like hell. You slowly began to go the full length down his cock. Zeke was right: you had messed around with college boys before, but none were as big as him. Your gag reflex wasn’t prepared, causing you to choke and sputter on it. Zeke grinned slyly.

 “Say my name, sweetie.” He wanted to treat you right, but it was so enjoyable to indulge his sadistic side.

 “Mr. Yeager.” You choked out. You knew how much he enjoyed that title; the feeling of authority it brought him made him hard as a rock every time. He groaned in pleasure, sending shivers down your spine. That knocked him off his rhythm for a moment, but he was right back on you the minute he regained some sense of self.

 “The kids are right upstairs, peacefully sleeping, while you choke on my dick like a dumb little slut.” The thought made you feel so dirty. You shifted on the ground, squeezing your thighs together and trying to get some friction. “And you do it so well, baby. I couldn’t ask for better.” He sighed.

 “That’s it, pretty girl, don’t hurt yourself down there.” He slowly pulled you off his cock by your hair. He didn’t want to admit it, and really didn’t show any signs, but you had him on the verge of cumming down your throat. But he didn’t want his precious seed there. Hell no! He wanted you stuffed to the brim and properly bred.

 “I’ve wanted you for so goddamn long, you don’t even know.” The look on tour face was something beyond pleasure or pain. It was a mix of both with a side of...fear? “What, scared of taking something this big, doll?” You shook your head.

 “Don’t worry, daddy’ll get you nice and wet for him.” He slowly came to hover over you, lifting you up and sitting you down on the couch. He spread your legs, undoing the button of your shorts with his long, thick fingers, bringing his mouth to your zipper and pulling it down with his teeth. He pulled them down your legs, bringing his face to your core. You felt hot on his mouth and nose. He licked a wet stripe up your clothed core,

 “God, you taste like honey, sweetie. I’m so fuckin’ lucky.” He pulled your panties to the side, relishing in the sight of your puffy pussy. You were beautiful in the murky yellow light of the room. You folds shimmered with slick and he could see your cunt clench around nothing, so obviously desperate for his dick. That’s right, his dick. Only his. From now on.

 He dove into you, savoring your tangy flavor. Pussy was a taste all its own, each having new, intense, rich tastes he could barely describe. To be perfectly honest, Zeke was a sucker for a wet little cunt in his mouth, and you were the perfect subject. Every suck to your clit, every kiss and lick to your folds, every darting flick of his tongue into your aching little hole; it had you moaning and whimpering like a ditzy little slut. Your mind was hazy with ecstasy.

 “Don’t get too loud now, dollface. Don’t wanna wake the kids now, do you?” His words brought you back to Earth, forcing you to remember you were being eaten out by a father of two. It felt so filthy to know you had been bringing up his kids, acting as a faux wife, and now you were being treated like one, eaten out of your mind and promised a thorough breeding.

 “Not that I don’t believe you would get off on being watched. I bet you love that idea, huh?” You jolted at the words and the sensation of another kiss to your cunt. “It might sound a little sick, but I could invite my brother over, see if he has as good a taste as mine.” He’d be willing to invite Eren over for a test run of…you? You knew they didn’t get along, so it was surprising, but that only turned you on even more. Imaging them fighting over you like hungry wolves on the hunt. They’d ravish you without even thinking. If this was Zeke, held back, on his own, you could only yelp and whimper at what kind of monsters the two of them would be together.

 “Nah, that little shit doesn’t deserve you.” He smirked into your sopping wet core. Eren never appreciated the finer things in life, still to young to understand the joys of pussy eating. No, he was more for the fuck and chuck kind of lifestyle. You deserved better aftercare than a point towards the door. “Some of the guys at my firm, however. Bet they’d turn you out real nice. They’re all just about as big and pent up as me. We could all show you a real good time." That would be about…three, four, even five of him? All fucking you at once with the same vigor and deep seated intensity. You head buzzed at the thought. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you, whore?” You couldn’t keep up with him in this state. You were completely fucked out without even being fucked at all. Before you knew it, you were cumming all over his gorgeous face and beard. He was taken slightly aback, but he licked it all up in five seconds flat. He was a professional.

 “Answer me, doll.” He delivered a harsh slap to your thigh. He enjoyed the ripple it gave and the red mark his hand had left.

 “Yes, Mr. Yeager.” You stuttered out, barely above a whisper. Torturing you would be fun, but not tonight. No, he needed to be thorough with your pleasure and ensure you would never leave his side again. He gave a few light slaps to your slippery pussy, making your thighs shake and mouth move without making a sound.

 “That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” He slowly stood up, giving you a perfect view of the shining god before you. His body was something sculpted by the old masters; a true work of art. Before you could fully appreciate the image of perfection in front of you, he bent down just a bit, pushing your thigs back as far as they could go, squishing your tits under them. He enjoyed the way your pudgier parts stuck out, giving him more parts of you to pinch and suck on as he fucked into you. His was no doubt the biggest cock you’d ever taken, and it wasn’t easy to have inside of you at first. Your walls clamped down on him so tight it was almost painful. But as he slowly pushed in and out, pleasure began to overtake the pain and you started to loosen up just a bit.

 “Just relax, sweetie. Daddy’s got you.” Of course he had a daddy kink. It made perfect sense, as did yours. Hearing him say that in that truly comforting tone made your head spin with pleasure.

"God, you are so fucking tight." He continued to fuck into you at a savage pace, not seeming to care if you screamed or cry, rather relishing in the fact that you were. You were so young and tight and sensitive, it drove him mad. He was sure he could never go a day without your pussy again.

"You fit me like a vice, sweetheart. You trying to milk me dry? Huh?" Your mouth was hanging open, drool spilling out. It gave him ample opportunity to spit in your mouth once again.

"Swallow it you filthy slut." He lightly tapped your face.

"This is exactly how I wanted you." You could barely hear him, blanking out at the intensity of his continuous pounding of your poor little cunt. "Been thinking about this for months."

"Might just knock you up, sweetie. You already take care of my brats so well, what's one more?" You squealed at the thought. He wanted you to have his babies. He wanted you to be his new, permanent play thing to fuck and fill up every night.

"Yeah. I wan' your babies." You slurred your words, inebriated by the feeling of his cock filling your tight little cunt. He gazed down at your fucked out form, finding a sick sense of pleasure in how far gone you were all thanks to him. You moaned far too loud for someone in a house full of kids. You couldn't hold back, he just felt too damn good.

"You gonna cum, little girl?" He had almost a mocking tone when he asked that. You nodded your head, squeezing your eyes shut. He kept up the pace, abusing your g-spot, not letting up for even a second. He set out to make you feel incredible; like the perfect little plaything he knew you to be, and he wasn’t going to let his slightly aged stamina get in the way.

"That's it, you look so pretty, baby. What a good little slut." He looked down at you with heated intensity. "My little slut." He continued his brutal pace almost as if you had never cum at all.

"Oh, 'd you think I'd quit just 'cause you finished? No fuckin' way." You squealed as he continued to thrust inside you, still drunk on the idea of being full of his cum. You wanted him more than you had wanted anything in your life.

"'M gonna make you squirt all over me. Ruin this nice, expensive couch." You were screaming his name at that point, unable to form a thought that wasn't Zeke and his perfect dick.

"Such a fuckin' cocktease all these months. This is what you get for it. Tummy full of my cum." He slowed his pace as he looked into your eyes with the intensity of a man drunk on desire.

"All those times you flipped your skirt up so I could see your cute little panties." He thrusted into you harder than he had before. "All those times you called me Mr. Yeager in that innocent tone that drove me up the wall." He thrusted harder than you had ever thought possible. You felt him hit your cervix. "Every time you acted like you didn't know what you were doing. Like you didn't know what I wanted." He continued to pound into you. You felt so full, so good.

"You're getting tighter, baby. You gonna squirt while daddy fills you up, huh?" His pace was brutal and you were seeing stars.

"That's it, pretty baby, cum all over me. Let me fill you up." He humped into you a few final times before shooting his load into your cunt. You screamed at the feeling of your cum squirting out of you as his cum squirted into you. You were so dizzy and so full. You were happy. You were safe and taken care of and filled to the brim by the man you loved most.

 “Hey.” You saw Zeke’s stunningly handsome face look down at you. His cheeks were flushed, forehead sweaty, sculpted chest heaving. But his eyes were transfixed on you with a look so filled with love and passion it made you feel like you were floating. “How you holding up, princess?” That was a new name…not that you minded. “Didn’t go too rough did I?” He panted in between his gentle words, the main drawback of giving it your all.

 “Actually.” You huffed a bit, just then realizing how difficult it was to talk, or move, or breathe. “Think you coulda’ gone harder.” He chuckled, the same look of complete infatuation lingering in his oceanic eyes.

 “Yeah?”

 “Yeah.”

 “You sure?”

 “I’m tougher than you’d think, old man.” He laughed at you, appreciating how you could still be the sweetest little thing he’d ever met after being pounded half to death.

 “Alright, I’m not even thirty, you little minx.”

 “Calling me a minx isn’t helping your case, Zeke.” His eyes lit up with recognition.

 “First time you’ve called me that, angel.” He smiled like an idiot in love, because he was one.

 “Maybe it’ll be the last, if you keep acting like such an animal around me.” You slapped his shoulder with as much strength as you could muster, which was basically none.

 “Well, if you don’t like the rough treatment, how about I treat you like the perfect angel you are? Treat you to a nice, warm shower and a cuddle session with yours truly. How about that?” He gently rubbed your cheek, taking in how wonderful your afterglow was.

 “Sounds nice.”

 “Alright, let’s go, angel.”

 “Okay, Mr. Yeager.” You giggled at how quickly his face darkened and lips tightened into a frown.

 “Ever the tease, you are.” He carried you to his shower bridal style, no doubt a sign of things to come.

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[hinac0lada]

the wrong reasons

RISS’ NOTE: food for .. tsum tsum fuckers <3 this is also dedicated to @agaassi​ !! ilysm mrs. miya mwa mwa big thanks to @drabblily​ for beta reading !

CHARACTER PAIRING: fwb!atsumu miya/f!reader

WC: 5.1k

WARNING/s: nsfw/smut, vaginal sex, blowjob, riding, some cock warming, dirty talk, crying, slight crack + angst + fluff

today was indeed a bad day for you. thoughts filled your head with the recent fight you had with a friend that left your heart broken. but the show must go on, you and your friends with benefits agreed specifically on this day, so you just can't just say no. sighing once the elevator doors open, you make small but quick strides on the way to the front door. you rung the doorbell to his apartment complex, hoping you could get your mind off of your problems for a while with him. 

it was, after all, something he accomplished without fail.

upon hearing the doorbell ring, atsumu loosely hangs a towel over his nape, hair still damp after just having taken a shower. he makes quick strides, soon opening the door with a small grin. "took ya long enough, babe," he greets, eyes watching you enter as he subtly checked you out. 

"head over to the room. i'll be there in a second," he takes the towel hung around his neck to rub his hair before he heads over back to the bathroom. you playfully punched his arm, rolling your eyes with a smile at his use of the pet name you somehow can't get used to. you discarded your shoes, hanging your coat by the rack. 

"alright, babe," you mimicked while making your way to his bedroom, plopping down on the soft mattress and lying down to release the tension while fiddling with the ends of your sleeves. distracted by your own thoughts, you failed to take notice of his presence.

after he's gone to take care of his necessities, he followed you shortly in the bedroom - only clad in loose shorts with a hand running through his half-damp, half-dry hair. 

"so, what'dya wanna do? missionary? doggy style?" 

he stated positions of names that they'd try out. he's not that picky - just a preference as long as he got his dick wet. still, he used to think of fucking you for his own pleasure. nowadays however, he's been slowly easing himself and taking his time. focusing on making it worthwhile for the both of you.

"damn, that's a first.." slightly taken aback by his sudden change of heart, you dodge the towel hurdling towards your direction with a giggle. 

"i'll go with your flow. besides, you're the one who called me over," you point out, removing your sweater, leaving you adorned in a lacy bralette and skirt, ridding your hair from the pony tail.

"what's the plan, tsumu?" you leaned on the bed with your elbows propped up. under that mask of provocation was one of despondence, but you’d rather hide that from him - he wouldn't care anyways. 

atsumu walks over to the bed, knee dipping over as his weight is added on, hand reaching behind you for support while he cups your cheek with his right. 

"ya don't mind riding my cock right? not really feelin' like doin' so much work t'day," he smirks lightly, leaning in to snag a quick kiss, tongue licking over your lip to tease you. he pulls back, moving over to your side as he awaits for your next move.

"alright you tease," you rolled your eyes for the nth time, pulling away from the kiss when you felt like you were getting too into it. what a jerk. nonetheless, your face featured a smirk - one that matches with his own. as if immediately, you straddled him, placing yourself on his lap, clothed sexes rubbing onto each other. your lips attack his soft ones hungrily, hands finding its way to his hair, fingers entangled with his fluffy locks.

a soft groan slipped past his lips, jutting his hips upwards to directly rub his bulge against your clothed heat, hands squeezing your hips - mouth pulling away to kiss your neck, repeatedly attacking and sucking everywhere his mouth got on; teeth nipping on skin, red marks forming after every trail. 

atsumu slowly dry humped you, controlling the slight pace and direction of how your hips rolled languidly against his, but never going further than that. he did say you’d do most of the work. 

"c'mon, doll. m'sure ya could do more," he murmurs against your collarbone, half-lidded eyes flickering upwards to momentarily meet with yours. a calloused hand reached over your behind, cupping your ass and squeezing softly, smirking coyly from the small pleased sigh that left your lips. you let out a sigh of satisfaction from the action - the way atsumu’s hands grabbed onto your ass felt like a puzzle meant to be complete at some point. 

in reality, your half assed humps were a result of your mind overthinking the dilemma you so desperately wanted to forget. " oh, i'll do more just you wait," you snapped back, kisses trailing down to his bulge - ridding him of his shorts and boxers, grabbing his length in your small hands as you slowly pumped it. you lock gazes with him as you took his whole length in your mouth, gag reflexes close to none from doing this countless times.

atsumu lets out a grunt, hand flying towards your hair as he slightly forces you to bob your head faster - tucking away stray hairs that got in the way of your face.

"look at ya, taking my cock like the good girl you are," he murmurs under his breath, groaning from when you started to deep-throat him. his grip soon turned even tighter, hissing ever so slightly when he felt your hands fondle his sack, making his balls tighten from your warm touch. 

"come on, babe. you can do more can't ya?"

you stopped for a second to give him a look as if you were pondering on something - right until you resumed back to sucking his cock almost immediately. your tongue swirled at the tip of his shaft, using both hands to pump his length while bobbing your head up and down. moans vibrate against his dick, the tug at your hair turning you on the slightest. and for a second, you forgot about what you were lamenting about in the first place. your only goal was to please him.

"fuck, suck it just like that," he juts his hips upwards, slowly fucking your throat as he felt your teeth graze the edge of his girth. head thrown back, he let another pleased groan leave his lips. he wasn't ashamed. you sucked his dick so well, why wouldn't he be vocal? dirty praise and sighs were mumbled each time, dick twitching every so often inside your mouth - tongue lapping up by the prominent veins over his cock. "s-so.. fuckin' hot," he sputters, cursing under his breath.

the sight of him squirming beneath your touch was something to behold as you took in his form from where you were. eyeing his expressions full of ecstasy, all the while sucking his dick like no tomorrow. you liked it when he fucked your throat - moaning at the impact of his hips connecting to your mouth; every tug at your precious strands of hair sent a powerful throb in your core. 

your moans were no comparison to his. every lick and suck on his hard cock while each of his groans and grunts grew louder - close to push him to the edge of a climax. you continue to pump his length with both of your hands, quickening the pace.

"shit- i'm close," atsumu releases a ragged breath, feeling his cock throb from the way your hot mouth felt on his sex. he now had two hands on your head, forcibly thrusting his dick in and out of your mouth while your hands still fondled his balls. 

"fuckfuckfuck- cumming- m'cummin'-!" he spurts his load directly inside your eager mouth, groaning in satisfaction with each spurt of cum that shoots from his shaft. he pulls out, a lazy grin contorting on his face. "open yer mouth, babe. let me see you swallow it all," 

the familiar sweet yet salty taste of his cum filled your mouth, leaving some to coat your luscious lips. you slowly opened your mouth enough for his entertainment, gradually swallowing the creamy white substance. 

you licked the remains of his cum that was left on your fingers, moaning in fulfillment at the taste you seemed to have favored. a perk in getting a pro athlete to be your fuck buddy was that they actually had a healthy diet. you zoned out a bit, train of thought still filled with the doubts from earlier. 

of course the fight you had recently wasn't that easy to forget. your (now) ex-friend left you feeling worthless. but there was no time to sulk, no tears left to cry - at least that's what you thought. you didn’t think atsumu would notice anyway.

he pats his thigh, eyes observing your somewhat forlorn expression. "somethin' wrong there?" 

atsumu pulls you up by the arm, easily transferring you to his lap; half-hard groin brushing against your inner thigh. he hisses lightly but still kept his focus on your face. "ya alright?" atsumu wasn't sure when he'd gotten a bit more keen on your attitude since you got here, but he could more or less tell something was bothering you. 

as much as he'd want to stuff you full and rearrange your guts, he'd rather know what the hell made you seem so dull and not happy that you’d just have sucked nearly the soul out of him.

"yeah, yeah- i'm cool.. we're cool.”

you dismiss it almost immediately, attempting to laugh it off in which you kind of regret. it was true that whenever someone asks if you were alright - in which you aren't, you could cry on sight. "nothing for you to worry about," 

you avoid his fiery gaze, eyes flickering everywhere but his eyes as you tried to blink the tears back into your system. before the male could utter another word, you position your entrance on by his erection, folds kissing the tip of his cock. you slowly bring yourself down, letting his shaft invade your velvety walls.

atsumu wasn't able to ask further upon feeling your tight hole suck in his cock. "f-fuck- so goddamn tight," his hands find its way back to your waist, rolling his hips against yours to fully sheath his length inside. he does not believe a single word that you had uttered. you were avoiding it. but how else would he focus his attention on two things at a time when your pussy took in his dick so fucking well? no matter how many times they'd fuck, your cunt was as tight as ever - fitting nicely around him; almost as if your dirty and needy pussy was made for him. 

despite his fair share of past flames, he couldn't get enough of you. even if it was a friends with benefits situation. he doesn't know what it was that drew him to you- being fuck buddies for nearly 3 months and counting has been a wild ride. the mutual agreement between you two was unspoken, but it hangs there. they weren't supposed to fall in love. 

pushing himself back to reality, he thrusts up, cursing.

you let out a shaky moan, the feeling of bliss from getting fucked overtook your senses. his dick felt so good inside; invading your tight walls which only clenched even further around him. your hips started rolling in tandem with his own. you needed this, you wanted this. and yet you couldn't bring yourself to fully enjoy it. 

you felt bad for dragging atsumu into your mess. the male was only looking forward to pleasure after all; at least, that's what you would assume. and if things couldn't get any worse, the tears start welling up right then and there. your whimpers were blended with ecstasy, yet they were full of the gloominess that slowly crept up on you. 

you didn't know if it was the pang in your heart or if it was the pleasure your pussy has indulged in. you felt so pathetic, so stupid. you thought this was the only thing you needed, but in reality, all you needed was reassurance and comfort.

he snaps his hips with a bit more ferocity, grinning when he's elicited shaky moans and whimpers from your ample lips; a vexatious smirk curving on his lips upon feeling you clamp down on his length, eyes nearly rolling back. "yeah, just like that, baby - fuck yourself on my cock- shit-" 

atsumu cuts himself off with a small growl, fingernails digging in on your flesh. he peers back down with one eye open, immediately cutting off the lust and slight ache of his cock upon seeing your eyes well up with tears. he curses under his breath, hand reaching up to wipe them away with his thumb. "hey, hey- why're ya cryin?" slight panic coursed through him. did he fuck up or something? jesus. 

"does somethin’ hurt? was my dick in too deep?" concern laced his voice heavily, even if his cock was still hard.

"n-no it's not.. it- it's just -" and there it was. the water works. tears cascaded down your cheeks endlessly, hanging your head low as your hands violently brushed away the endless waterfall of tears away - as if that could help. you were in too deep in your own misery. 

"i'm s-sorry 'tsumu," you apologize, not expecting to bring your own baggage in your supposed lustful sex. you felt guilty for ruining the mood, for ruining his mood specifically. 

crying in front of him - for the first time - was not part of the plan. at all. but here they are now, in the most awkward situation a fuck buddy could ever face - more specifically to you. you didn't even think he'd care for your well being.

"gosh, this is so fucking embarrassing.." you muttered in between hiccups, trying to hide your face from his view; paying no mind to the fact that his dick was still inside of you.

"shh, shh. s'alright, darlin," he cups your cheeks with both hands, wiping away anymore stray tears free-falling from your eyes. now, this wasn't exactly an ideal situation atsumu would've imagined himself facing. he stays still inside you, having to hold back his need to fuck your insides to calm you down and fix.. whatever the hell your problem was.

"why don't ya tell me what's wrong? we can... ah, wait it out. no needa rush," he slips in between grunts. it wasn't helping that as you cried out onto him even with his cock still inside, you were still tight as fuck. the blonde sighs, adjusting his position for you to be more comfortable, taking mental note of how you’re theoretically cock warming right now. 

"c'mon, (name). talk to me."

it took a while to calm down your sobs, but you eventually got a hold of yourself. it was.. beyond embarrassing, to cry on your fuck buddy's shoulder while he was basically cock warming. it didn't help how your cunt would occasionally clench around his dick whilst venting about the things your ex-friend said. it made you feel like absolute shit. 

you poured your whole heart out for him to see. you would've never imagined doing this with someone like miya atsumu; the guy that took your first - and will probably be your last. despite knowing the fact that you shouldn't have fallen for him, you did. 

"basically.. she made me feel like i'm the scum of the earth," you croaked out, holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life. 

"i'm starting to see why.. i'm really sorry about this, atsumu - we should've just cancelled. but could you blame me? i wanted to.. try to forget about that for a while. with you." atsumu listened to every word as closely as he can. although it was something he might've considered dumb and cared less if it were anyone else, this was about you. he'd be willing to make an exception, even if his cock was still sheathed in your tightness. 

"s'fine, don't worry 'bout it. if this is something that could help you... forget, i'm always willin' to do it with ya," he murmurs, thumb slowly rubbing your cheek as his loopy, brown eyes softened by your fragile state. 

"i'm no good at comfortin'... so, if you'd let me..?" he awkwardly shifts, pushing you back a bit, still letting you keep your grip on his shoulders. sighing, he entangles a strand of [h.c] in between his fingers, bringing it up to his lips. 

"so what about her? fuck her. cut ties with that bitch for all i care. she won't be botherin' ya anymore. not if i have anythin’ to do 'bout it," his tone went down an octave, nearly a spiteful growl leaving his lips.

"don't- don't worry about her, s-she already got what she wanted out of me," you stutter, fingers running through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. your mind was still trying to comprehend that his dick was twitching from inside of your cunt. you let out a breathless moan as you switch places. 

atsumu’s toned body hovered over yours as he gently laid you down - his touch much more delicate than before. it was as if he was taking care of you; a complete contrast to those rough nights where he'd dick you down until you were in tears. your eyes locked onto each other, and for a while it was like time was non existent. as much as they didn't want to admit it, you both fell. and you fell hard. his hips started thrusting on a slower pace, following the beat of your own moans of pleasure.

"that's right, just focus on my cock," he whispers with tongue held taut in between his teeth, hand finding placement back on your hips. 

he can't get it out of his sights - the way your pussy greedily sucks in his length in one go, bottoming out once again. atsumu lowers his head down, lips sucking and nipping on your clavicle as his hips snap against yours, carving the shape of his cock inside your tight and glorious hole. the primal feeling inside him stirs; plunging in and out of you as much as you could take. his thumbs find shelter on your nipples, rolling and squeezing the erect buds as his teeth marked your neck, the fast rhythm he's set on has his balls slapping against your ass - grunts and every curse from the book spewing from his lips from the jubilant fuck. 

"fuckin' take it, baby. shit- you like that? bein' stuffed full. such a dirty girl," his thrusts turn irregular, practically drilling himself inside you; brows creasing from the brutal pace he's challenged himself under. 

he was right when he said you favored being stuffed full by his cock. every snap of his hips meeting with yours sent your body jolts at the violent impact. ecstasy was all you felt - as if you hadn't cried your eyes out a minute ago. your nails clawed at his back from the amount of pleasure your tight cunt was blessed with. your legs could only spread wider, wanting to feel more of his fat cock. "a-ah-uh! 't-tsumu - fuck!" 

you chant his name like a mantra, head being completely empty other than thoughts of the sensual fuck. the chemistry you two had was incomparable to any other. atsumu lets a loud grunt escape, fingernails digging in on your supple flesh. beads of sweat formed on his creased forehead, his left hand switched over to your ankle, stretching your legs even wider as he plunged himself even deeper in your hole - stroking your walls just right. 

the male smirks at a particular whine that left your lips, signaling him that he was pleasantly hammering your sweet spot within moments of being sheathed inside. he captures your lips back in a feverish kiss - wet and sloppy as he let out lewd whispers of how fucking tight your pussy was around him, milking his cock like the good little girl you were. the hand on your hip lowers down back to your pulsing cunt, calloused fingers flicking your slit to increase the pressure on your fucked out state; enjoying how your expression varied from tearful to a full-on rapture. 

"look at your cute lil' pussy, taking in my fat cock so well. s'too big for ya?" atsumu breathlessly chuckles, feeling his dick twitch.

your moans were incomparable to the porn stars that horny teenagers would be more than familiar with. who could blame you though? he was fucking you so damn good. if anyone had to ask you what was your favorite part, it's the way his full length invaded your tight walls - stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

you were filled with overwhelming pleasure, so much to the point that his back looked like a crime scene with red marks all over - a symbolism of how well he fucked you. "fuck - yesyes! h-harder 'tsumu - shit you're so good!" you moaned out, praising his ministrations on your needy pussy; too intoxicated to even care about your foul mouth.

you felt like his kisses were your only remedy. kissing your bruises, your scars and all of your worries and doubts. maybe it was the sex or maybe it was his existence in itself that made you fall.

the scratches and marks left on his back were ones he could proudly wear as battle scars. each cry and whimper from your lips only encouraged him to slam himself in you even more. he swallows every moan, every sigh as he plowed through you like a beast. atsumu’s teeth bite down on your bare neck, littering it with hickies as his thrusts got even sloppier from his impending release. "fuckkk, baby. i'ma cum soon- shit!" he lets out a shaky groan, hips stuttering from how your needy cunt squeezed his shaft so fucking tight.

you could feel the room spinning, moans and sighs of pleasure getting louder and louder in line with the squeaking of the bed, headboard banging against the wall from the amount of pressure atsumu has put in his thrusts. 

"uh- 'tsumu - shit - i-i think i'm," you cut yourself off with a loud whimper as your hands quickly traveled to his scalp that was slightly dampened yet again with sweat. "i'm c-close!" he was pounding your sweet spot over and over again - your screams were high-pitched, lost in the euphoria of sex. but you would've never prepared yourself for the three words atsumu was about to say in the middle of your orgasm.

atsumu lost himself inside your tight walls, sloppy thrusts and loud pants echoing through the room. "fuck, i...i love you-!" his murmur of tenderness almost went by unnoticed as his dick spasmed, feeling it go numb as he cums hard and deep inside your dirty and abused little pussy. 

"shitshitfuck! take it all, baby- fuckin' that dirty hole with my cum," he growls against your neck, biting down as he slammed back inside with every ribbon of cum spurting out of his dick. the blonde lets out another shaky groan, a hiss leaving his lips as he plops his weight on you, letting out a satisfied sigh; feeling your own essence mix with his cum.

upon the release of your juices, you let out a loud cry, volume matching up to his as he felt his dick spurt a load of cum inside. thank the heavens you were on the pill. but despite the intensity of that moment, you never let those words leave your mind. was this his confession? or was it just the atmosphere of the moment? 

you glanced down at his weary expression, his body laying on top of yours. both of your hands reached for his cheeks, cupping it for them to come face to face. (e/c) irises meeting with his - both still dazed from the previous haze of lust. "was that true?.. you love me?" 

at this point, what was there to lose? certainly not the dick that was still inside your cum-filled hole. you proceed to wipe the sweat off of his forehead gently.

the male lets a shaky breath escape his lips, feeling his lungs throb - or was it his chest? he hadn't meant for it to slip out, but he can't take it back now. not ever. "...fuck." he curses, wanting to pull away because he fucking knew it wasn't right. they had a deal. they weren't supposed to fall in love. yet, here he is - the miya atsumu, spilling out his profound love after an orgasm with his fuck buddy. what a time to be alive. 

"..so what if i do?" 

his voice was low and unsure, not having it in him to pull away. not when his dick was still clamped inside your creamy walls. atsumu looks right back at your hazy eyes, not wanting to back down from what he truly felt. 

"gonna leave right after?" even as he tried to hide it, his tone had wavered. this was exactly why he didn't want to fall for anyone - especially his fuck buddy. still, he'd either go all in or not at all.

"dumbass, why would i ever leave you?" 

your eyes softened at the crack in his tone. the hands that were cupping his face slowly eased to much more fond and tender type of warmth, holding his cheek like you were holding the world - your newly found world. 

atsumu’s eyes stayed locked on yours; slightly widened, taken aback by your words. he never braced himself for what was about to come next. your connect your lips with his, seems as though there was more passion put into it. you pull away momentarily, thumbs grazing over his the skin beneath his eye.

"if it isn’t obvious enough, i love you too." you state with a small, shy smile.

"i mean, i thought you would've known by now.." mousy hues widened a fraction, heart thumping against his chest. 

"well, fuck. we had an agreement, didn't we?" he captures your mouth in a lip lock again, grinning against your lips. 

"ya got a real funny way of showin' it," he snickers as he pulls away, gazing down with a soft look, relishing in your touch. yes, he felt sticky, sweaty and overall gross, but he's not letting that ruin this moment of adoration for his newfound lover in bed. 

"i fucking love you."

"wow, i fucking love you too." 

you respond almost in a whisper, eyes never leaving the other. you both were too enamored by each other, failing to realize you were cock warming, yet again. sunset skies eventually transition to the night skies, and after another make-out session in the shower, atsumu insisted for you to stay the night. who’d say no to that? now, you both were laying in his bed; cuddling and talking about nonsense - besides the fact that you were now aware of each other's feelings. nothing was out of the ordinary. 

"nice to know that i make you cum so hard that you confessed you love me too," you chuckle, the image of his fucked out-state confessing would never leave your memory.

the male rolls his eyes as a chortle escapes his lips. atsumu wraps an arm under your waist while the other tucked away hair in the way of your eyes. "darlin', if you only knew how pretty you looked cryin' on my dick i wouldn't have stopped ya," he sighs with content, leaving open-mouthed kisses over your clavicle; tracing up to your jaw. 

"sure yer feelin' fine? ya were on the pill, right?"

"of course. wouldn't want another you running around," you replied, uttering another sigh of fulfillment, indulging the feel of his lips connecting onto your skin. you scoot closer to his side, an arm wrapped around his torso. 

"at least not yet.." you trail off, quite hesitant of his answer. this was all new to you; getting in a relationship with your friends with benefits? it sounds too good to be true - like a really good plot for a movie type of good.

atsumu perks up at this, an excited grin threatening to form on his lips. "soo.. yer sayin' ya do want another me runnin' round here?" he kisses your cheek, hugging you close to his chest. 

"mm, you takin' my last name doesn't sound too bad now, does it?" the thought of kids - hell, marriage itself wasn't a foreign thought in the pro player's mind. it was .. endearing, to say the least. he wasn't opposed to it. it would be nice, wouldn't it?

your cheeks were flushed red at his statement, the red and pink hues vivid even in the dimly lit room. "at least take me out on a proper date then i might consider," 

you teased, giggling at the evident pout on his face. "not gonna lie, miya (name) sounds nice.." you take his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers together, imagining your fingers adorned with rings. 

"say, what would we even tell our kids about how we met?" you question, head snapping towards atsumu’s direction as you heard a snort coming from him.

"oh yeah, it'd be a real kick knowin' their mum cried on daddy's cock durin' sex," he throws his head back as he howls, eyes crinkling from his own comment. 

"don't sweat it, babe. i ain't plannin' on marriage til' the right time.. maybe," he gazes up at the ceiling, now calming down as a content sigh leaves his mouth.

your eyes were set on his face, adoring his features; taking in every single detail - his eyes, his smile, his lips, his jawline, his hair - everything. you never would've thought that you’d meet the love of your life in the form of a 'friends with benefits' situation. it definitely wasn't the ideal way of ever meeting your significant other, but that's the charm of blindly falling in love. they fell in love for the good things, despite starting off for the wrong reasons. 

"i'm starting to get hungry. and no, i am not hungry for your dick." before he could even say anything, you cut him off, knowing him and his dirty jokes.

"i jest," he moves his arms, raising them in mock surrender. the blonde pulled away, sitting up as a hand flew up to cover the yawn that left his mouth. 

"well. whaddya wanna eat? it'll be my treat." for now, he'd settle on easing himself on this. this relationship. dating you. it's certainly a sight to get used to - you, laid in his bed, clad in his shirts that were a few sizes too big on your body. 

maybe in the near future, he'd have little (name)'s running around with his jersey's too.

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grab it hard | th x fem!reader

credits gif by @tomhollandd

Summary: What could go wrong when Tom decide to post a video on his Instragram story? Pretty much everything. And now, one single thought runs into your head: taking advantage of it fully.

Warnings:  SMUT including unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), reader having a dom moment, dirty talk/language, a lot of grabbing, muscles appreciation (or general muscle kink i guess)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: okay well- let’s say that tom’s IG story... brought the worst in us all and by that i mean we may have lost our sanity as our hormones took complete control of ourselves 😂 *cough* damn that brit boy and his attractive body 🥵🥵🥵 *cough* ANYWAY! my dear @thollandss​ got the idea yesterday and well, I said I would write it so here it is! enjoy, dear sinful beauts 😏🙊🔥

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The evening is going quite slowly compared to the rest of the day. Everyone in the house has been up to something, such as Tom and Harry going to the nearest park to play with Tessa, Harrison visiting his mum and sister Charlotte and Tuwaine out to buy some groceries.

And here you are now laying on the couch in the living room, watching whatever Netflix has suggested you and by yourself. The boys are in the house too, but doing their own things.

But out of nowhere, your ears catch a weird noise coming from the back of the house. At first, you don’t pay too much attention to it and go back to lazily stare at the tv. But then it starts again, going for a bit longer. Intrigued, you mute the tv and listen carefully to identify the origin of this sound. 

And a smirk makes its way to your face. As you quietly stand from the couch, you walk to the hallway that leads to the different bedrooms, and wait at the entrance of it. And listen. What you at first thought were “noises” seem to be groans and breathing, and all coming from Tom’s bedroom.

Someone’s horny, uh?

After only three minutes, silence comes back so you decide to go sit again on the couch, acting like nothing happened, and tease the hell out of your boyfriend once he will exist his bedroom. 

Back in the comfort of the couch, your phone dings as you see an Instagram’s notification on the screen. But when you open it, your jaw just drops while staring at the screen: your boyfriend half shirtless crouching against the wall, panting and groaning so loudly your brain makes a flip. 

What is that ten seconds videos, out of nowhere, and without any context to it?! Your face is now a deep red and you feel drops of sweat forming everywhere on your body, pressing your thighs together to get some relieve. So many obscene thoughts come through your mind and you can’t stop them at all, not after watching this much display of... everything your boyfriend has. 

Guess you are the horny one now.

* * * *

At some point Harrison, Harry and Tuwaine enter in the living room, chatting vividly as they make their way to the kitchen. Tom soon follows them as his friends laugh at him, the boy grumbling at his phone.

You are still on the couch and just listen, not making a single sound.

“Mate, you’re definitely sooooooo bad with Instagram!” Harrison laughs while opening the fridge.

“I bet ya he broke the entire app!” Tuwaine soon follows, thanking Harrison as he takes a bottle of beer.

“Oh come on, now” growls Tom, “This app is so weird, ‘not my fault it doesn’t upload normally!”

“Yeah right, as if” Harry mumbles, trying to not laugh at his older brother.

The conversation goes on for a bit when Tom finally notices you on the couch. So the boy takes this opportunity to walk towards you, leaving his friends making fun of him even more.

“Hi babe” Tom says behind you, bending slightly to kiss your temple, “Want something to drink? ‘m gonna cook soon if you wanna join.”

“I’m waiting a little bit” you simply reply, not daring to look at him.

Tom nods and leaves another kiss on your cheek before joining the boys again, all of them standing around the kitchen island while drinking and munching some snacks. Later they all disappear in their bedroom again, ready to play some “Warzone” or whatever that thing is.

You slowly turn your head towards the kitchen and notice Tom by himself, looking inside the fridge while drinking his beer. You recognise the shirt and shorts from the video, these clothes tight on every muscle of his body.

Taking a deep breath, you stand up and causally walk and sit on one of the high chairs around the kitchen island. Your eyes gladly run along Tom’s back and lower, appreciating every single one as they tense and relax when your boyfriend moves. You feel hot again, eyes full of want and so much more. Your head leans on one hand as you start thinking, quick and fast, while Tom puts some vegetables on the counter to cook them.

Now determined, you stand again and slowly walk towards Tom, now standing behind him as he still doesn’t notice you. And out of nowhere, you shamelessly slap both hands on his ass, snatching a high squeal from him before firmly grabbing his butt cheeks and making him whimper.

“So pretty boy, enjoyed showing off and being all grunting for the internet?” you mewl in his ear, your chest pressing against his muscled back. 

Tom whimpers again, feeling your nails through the fabric of his shorts and pressing onto the skin. You run your lips on his nape, your teeth slightly brushing the thin skin there.

“This ass here is mine, you know that right? Like all your body is” you now grunt smoothly and biting into his lobe. You press against Tom’s frame more, your hips perfectly flat onto his ass while you keep massaging it.

Tom tightens his grip on the counter, his breathing getting louder as he feels his shorts being too tight against his cock.

“F-fuck (Y/N), wait-”

You interrupt him by sliding one hand to his front, first appreciating his abs throughout the shirt and slowly going lower to rest on his growing bulge. Now Tom doesn’t retain his groaning anymore and grabs your hand to press it harder against his cock.

“You horny pretty girl, you’d be the death of me” Toms breaths out, stretching his head behind to make contact with your face.

“I swear you better fuck me hard right now before I fucking lose it, Thomas.”

And that was what Tom needed. In no time the boy turns around to face you, now his broad body towering over yours and with eyes that could tear off your clothes off in a second. Almost savagely Tom smashes his lips on yours, the kiss being mainly tongue and teeth as his arms lift you up. You instantly wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, your fingers messing with his hair and scratching his scalp. Your clothed core brushes over his hard on, making you moan in his mouth but still grind more against it.

“Fuck me, Tom, now!” you whine almost desperately.

“I’m gonna destroy you, ‘gonna make ya scream my name so loud you’ll forget yours for weeks, baby girl” Tom groans, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before sucking it. 

With his ounce of composure left - to not take you right on top of the counter -, Tom starts walking towards his bedroom while he still appreciates your thighs with his strong hands. Both of you are just moaning messes by now, not even caring about walking past the other boys’ bedrooms.

Once in Tom’s bedroom, he simply slams it shut with his foot before also slamming you onto it. The kisses are getting more sloppier, saliva making its way in the corner of your mouth and just licking it back as you kiss again. Your hands cup Tom’s face, slightly pressing your nails onto his cheek to wrest beautiful whimpers out of him. 

But when you suddenly detach from him, Tom nearly moans and desperately moves his hips back and forth against yours. Getting too hot you hurry and take your hoodie off, throwing it somewhere in the room. And Tom can’t help but drink into this gorgeous view of you in a lace bra, all flushed and panting with need and desire.

Licking his lips, Tom almost runs to his bed and throws you on top of the mattress. Not losing another second, he undresses himself in a time record, his clothes soon joining yours on the floor but then, he catches your gaze and smirks.

“Enjoying the view, gorgeous?” he cheekily asks, perfectly knowing the answer already. 

As he stands in his boxer, you eye up his almost exposed body and how much you want to touch, kiss, lick and bite any inch of it. Tom never really liked the build he got for ‘Far From Home’, saying he looked way too buff for his heigh. And ironically, he had to go back in this shape for ‘Uncharted’ and you never felt this pleased.

“Can’t help it, your groaning are arousing as fuck. And...” you soothe, seductively biting your bottom lip. You run your hands over your body before sliding off your shorts slowly along your legs, leaving you in your underwear, on total display for his coffee eyes. “... I love it when you’re being vocal.’

“Fuckin’ shit, you’re gonna get it hard (Y/N)...”

True to his words, Tom growls as he joins you on the bed, his body in between your legs and his upper body caging you with his arms on both side your head. He aggressively goes back at kissing you, his hands petting over the plush curvature of your breast before he gets rid of the bra. He doesn’t lose time by soon taking off your lace panties, almost ripping them up with his strength. As excited as him, your thighs press more around his waist, bringing him closer against you while you try to push his boxer off.

Now both equally naked, Tom presses himself more onto you, chest to chest and his hard cock rubbing against your wet core, the feeling tearing a moan out of him. Having him at your mercy, your hands wander on his back muscles, tracing them with your fingers as if remembering them by heart is your final goal. You also worship his biceps, strong and hard as you squeeze them at times, his broad shoulders and beautiful neck, that you soon attack both with hickeys and nibbles.

Heavy breathing and groaning submerge the entire room,Tom’s one being way louder than yours. And him being at his limits, he grabs your hips firmly before sliding his girth deep between your tight folds. You both moan sharply into each other’s mouth, feeling his saliva pool at the back of your throat as he gives you a passionate and rough french kiss. Both of his hands squeeze at your warm hips before gripping your skin tightly as he starts a very deep and incredible pace.

Instantly you cling to his skin which is a combination of warm, smooth and sweaty. An intoxicatingly sweet aroma wafting into your nose that makes him all the more addicting. Even the thrust of his hips slapping against your own send desire filled tingles all over your body, the incredible sway of heat singeing off your skin.

“Oh m-my God, T-Tom!” you moan completely unhinged all of your praise directly into the rim of his ear, before biting and nibbling it. He growls from the incredibly grip your folds has on his cock, driving him insane with desire to fuck you as hard and deep as possible.

"O-oh fuck, you're completely soaking my cock already..." Tom rasps, hot and heavy lascivious words about how wet your pussy is making his cock. Telling you in naughty detail how it was making it easier for him to slide back and forth, and even the pulse of your folds against his manhood telling him just how close you are.

Both of your hands grip at his back tightly, digging your nails into the skin and leaving him a few feint scratches, trembling from the overwhelming build of pleasure as he presses against all the right pleasure zones inside your body. And as your nails slide along his back, you take advantage of it and slam the palm of your hands on his butt cheeks with all your might. 

This sudden move wrests the loudest whine from Tom’s lips, being breathless for at least two seconds because of the impact. You feel his cock throb between your walls, making you clench against him as you are overwhelmed by so many sensations.  

“C-Come on Tom, I w-wanna hear you more baby!” you gasp, pressing your nose against the skin of his neck when he starts hitting that overwhelming pleasure zone inside your body again.

And Tom can only comply to your demand, letting more erotic sounds leave his mouth. Both of his rough hands slide from your hips to the bottom of your ass, where he now copies your moves to push and pull your body to meet with his deep thrusts. 

From the way your body shakes and twitches you are close, making him pound into your core faster and deeper till he finally feels the warm sensation of your arousal coating his cock and dripping down his thighs. Tom moans against your lips while he continues to thrust sloshing your juices, until he abruptly pull away warming a bit of your stomach and inner thighs with his arousal.

Out of stamina, Tom let himself falls on top of you, out of breath but mostly swimming into a pure state of bliss. While watching you try to steady the heavy breathing and pound of your heart, his glazed eyes find yours before meeting your lips in a sloppy but lazy kiss.

“From now on, those type of videos are only for me. Not for the Internet, understand?” you mumble into the kiss, your hands still wandering on top of his ass, massaging it.

“Can’t promise you anything, darlin’...”

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