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ratkidpoopoop · 2 years

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tokyorev charcters x top male reader

sorry i havent been posting lately i even missed my amazing boy nahoys birthday. i was busy being in the psych ward for like 3 weeks. anyway here are some small ff for each charcters birthday i missed

includes: draken, hinata tachibana, the kawata bros (smiley and angry), ran haitani, mitsuya and takemitchy

-draken

draken never thought he would be fucked by some shorter or less superior to him but yet your fucking himharder then ever before on the love seat sofa. " Ah no p-PLLEAS stop" he begged and you pushed yourself further into him, hitting all those good spots inside of him. "oh c'mon its your birthday let me fuck you as your second special gift, i dot think the bike part were enough to satisfy you" you gently whispered into his ear as he moan out " no stop im gun-a C-cum, P-PLEASE more!" and how could you resist fucking your cute boyfriend until he was completely dry. wanting to please the man you thrusted again aganist his prostate roughly. the other male came in an instant. the white sticky ropes of cum came out with strong twitches or drakens body as he painted his torso in his own fluids. "ha t-thank you Y/N, i love you" he said as he wrapped his arms arond your neck going in for a kiss. you grabbed his hair and pushed him into you mouth. " happy birthday baby boy"

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-hina

" aaha no Y/N i love takemitchi i cant do this" " oh but hina-chan you and i both know takemichy cant satisfy you like i can, that why im here with you and not with takemichy" hinata tried so very hard not to make any noise as her apartment door opened. "hina im home" takemitchi yelled. shit you whspered as you covered hinas mouth took her off the bed and hid with her in her closet. "hina chan are you home, mhm guess not" he said walking out of the room while you fucked hina as hard as you could hoping takemitchi would find you fucking his wife in there apartment. " fuck Y/n stop hes home i-i have to go" "wow mrs. takemitchi you said a bad word"!? you said in a loud voice as takemichi called out his sweet wifes name when he ran through the bedroom door and whiped the closet door open to see someone else fucking his wife. "hi, hanagaki i think hina likes me better" you grin as a tear pool up in his eye. hina couldnt look at takemitchi knowing the truth that her own husband cant please her needs like you can.

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-the kawata bros

knowing that you two baby boys birthday was today so you gave them a little suprised. before they knew it they were on ther backs with a double sided dildo inside of both there tight little holes. " Ahg daddy n-no please" angry whined out and smiley pushed the dildo further into him. "c'mon baby this is your special birthday treat" back and forth to two moaned as they fought over the silicone cock that was inside of them. "AH FUCK- D-daddy so good, thank you" smiley slurred happily as he currled his hands near his chest and smiley as wide as he could, while on the other hand angry felt like crying. the stuffed feeling inside his made him feel like screaming everytime the dildo moved into and out of him. the small pool of water the was filling beside angrys eye mad you feel slightly guilty. you pulled his head into you lap and told him " angry calm down, breath, its okay" you leaned down to give him a consoling kiss on the lips. smiley looking up in jealousy as you give all your sttention to his little brother. seeing in the corner of your eye a sad little ginger, giggling as you get up and move over to the other twin and kiss him passionately on the lips as well.

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-ran haitani

ran has always had rough sex with you but for his birthday you decided it would be nice to fuck him gently tonight. when he got home you quickly kissed him, turning into a make out session, lifting him up, carrying him to your shared bedroom to go forth with your plan. " Y/N im tired please i just wanna sleep" ran said in a whiny voice. " ran, im just going to fuck you nice and gently, ill make you the best you have ever felt . you whispered suductivly into the long haired males ear. soon after he found himself being spooned by you, fucked slowly by your long girthy cock. " hah Y/N i need more please, harde-" ran whined when you coverd his mouth to shut him up. "shut up slut i thought you wanted to have passionate sex on your special day but i guess you're to greedy for my cock, that you cant appreciate what im giving you". ran gripped the sheets as you grabbed his hips tightly and squeezed his dick, as you fucked him as hard as you could. ran squirmed in the bed and tried to get away. he couldnt take the streach and speed you were inflickting on him, "mahha no" ran cried as you came inside of him. relaxing yourself and releasing the man, you closed your eyes as he rolled over with a tired expression and ask " can you please let me cum ill be good for daddy please" with a smile you replied "yes baby, anything for my good little whore"

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-mitsuya

mitsuya always knew you liked to feminize him but he was always too embarassed to dress in femene clothes in sex. he bulit up enough courage so one day he wanted to suprise you by dressing up in a school girl uniform then waited for you to get home. when you finally came back from a hard day of work your cute litte boyfriend was waiting for you on your shared bed hoping you'd enjoy what he had planned. "h-hi Y/N i want you to do something p-please" mitsuya said shyly with his legs squeezed tightly together, hiding the boner that came on before you got home. " yes baby, what would you like me to do to you" you announced as you ripped of your shirt and getting onto the bed. mitsuya pushed you onto you back and said nervously "i-i'm want to sit on you face and i want you to eat me out, p-please" "oh how could i reseast not eatting this, your so hot and theres no way you dont taste as good a i imagine" you said while grabbing mitsuya and helping him get on your face. moving his skirt up a little bit to grope and spread his ass. "AAhhH" mitsuya moaned as your wet tounge swipped across his enterance. he was squirming all over you face and you stuck your tounge into him "fu-ck hah mmhm" he groaned "i cant wait for you to cum all over my face" he said with a smirk.

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-takemitchi

takemitchi is helpless, he always has been. he trys to be strong and brave when all he can do his sit on his hands and knees with you cock so far down his throat your balls are practically in his mouth too. " wow you should suck dick more offten, your great at this" takemitchi cant stop gaging on your length, but you wanted to see how far he could take you. gripping his hair and tugging on his head to make him take more of you in. In and out of his mouth, he chocked and coughed. the boy crying with snoot coming out of his nose, his erection bulging through his pants, but that wasnt the only thing bulging in takemitchi, a huge thraot bulge pericing through his neck. it was so hot, this man was so scared to tuch himself, what if you got mad at him, them punished him very badly... as that thought was swarming through his head, a cum shot flew down his throat and in a matter of seconds he came as well. "i-i'm sorry Y/N i-" " shut up, you did well tonight, want a reward"?

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very shitty yes ik i hope you enjoyed and..

REQUESTS ARE FUCKING OPEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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cheonstapes · 7 months

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^^ Hello, how are you. Idk if this is the right place to send a request since I’m new to tumblr lol. I would like to make a request though it may seem a little weird. May I request Miguel O’Hara/Fem Spider-barbie reader. Reader’s outgoing and cheerful she has the aesthetic of a Barbie and gets along with other spiders, she’s not actual barbie doll btw lol. Miguel could be yelling and giving other spiders a hard time but whenever Spider Barbie’s around he’s the complete opposite. Spider barbie always helps calm him down whenever he loses his temper. Maybe one day he’s stressed and angry over a mission so spider barbie decides to calm him down with a back massage. Could also lead to some smut, only if you’re okay with writing that. No pressure. Thanks! ^^

miguel o'hara stars in... 'HI BARBIE! HI KEN!' ヽ(>∀<☆)

a/n ~ first request!!1!! i'm doing great, thank you so much. this isn’t weird at all- i spent all day writing this, it's so cute!! i had margot robbie's cowgirl fit in mind for reader when i was writing this, she's so beautiful omg, i think it suits spider-barbie's vibe really well💕 went a bit heavy with the smut but miguel's hot so it's valid- enjoy my love!

summary; miguel gets some stress relief from his favourite barbie girl.

pairing; miguel o’hara x fem!spider-barbie!reader

wc; 2.3k +

cw; SMUT!!, pining, oral sex, dry humping, facial, throat/face-fuckin, soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader, he's a lil mean but he loves you, praise kink, worshiping, hair pulling, miguel shouts at some people, f!masturbation, squirtinnn, miguel being sexy, NOT PROOFREAD!! i have a headache

“and you didn’t think to fucking report it to me?” miguel was seething, talons digging stripes into his desk as he glared down at the poor recruits below him. yes, they were new, but they fucked up an important mission- he wasn’t about to go easy on them.

“por el amor de dios, do you three have any idea how serious this is? you could’ve-“ the spiders looked at each other, eyes of their masks comically wide as the drown out miguel’s rants to try and come up with some sort of excuse to justify the failed mission. “-and don’t even think about coming up with some bullshit excuse.”

they froze, shaking their heads and hands rapidly as they nervously stuttered out, ‘no, of course not’, and, ‘we would never, boss’- miguel’s disapproving gaze boring holes into their masks, he jumps off the platform and stalks up to them. menacingly looming over them as his eyes flash red, lips pulled up in a snarl as his sharp fangs poke out under his top lip.

“don’t let this happen again, cause i swear i’ll-”suddenly, the doors of his lab slide open, a cheery voice ringing through the spacious room as all eyes flit towards the pink figure strutting in. the recruits blush under their masks, hearts beating rapidly at the sight of the sparkly spider- known across the spiderverse as the most perfect spider, spider barbie.

“miguel? i brought you some lunch! oh- hi guys! sorry i didn’t mean to interrupt, i’m y/n, by the way.” you flash them a bright smile, glossy, plump lips glistening under the lights as you hold up the bag of food- the spiders wave frantically, greeting you with unmatched enthusiasm. miguel’s breath hitches at the sight of you, masking it with a roll of his eyes as he looks down at you- eyes softer compared to the harshness they had when looking at the recruits.

“it’s fine, y/n, we were done here anyway.” that was their cue to leave, the newbies scrambling to get out of the room, feeling the tension rising, but not without sending you shy smiles and whispered goodbyes you reciprocate with angelic kindness. miguel watches you intently, eyes locked on your every move. his eyes trail down the hot pink set you wore, the fat of your tits spilling out the tight top, curvy hips accentuated by the tightness of your flares - fuck, you are perfect.

he lets out a heavy sigh, his bulking frame towering over you as he takes the bag gently from your pretty hands, making sure to brush over them slightly. “what’d you get me this time, hm? empanadas again?” he has a crooked smirk on his lips as he opens the bag, his eyes still trained on you as you sit on the counter, the prettiest smile on your face. “actually, i got you some sushi this time. thought i should surprise you a little.”

he allows himself to smile, the tension in his face easing in your presence. “yeah? how’d y’know i’d like sushi? you keeping tabs on me?” you giggle, stealing a piece of sushi from the platter. “wouldn’t you like to know. i asked lyla, actually, she’s very helpful.” his eyebrow raises, glancing over at the glowing hologram who appears to be lounging by the monitors, a small smile on her face hidden by a small magazine.

“right, guess i’m gonna have to install a ‘keep your fuckin’ mouth shut’ feature now.” he mutters, secretly enjoying the thought of you knowing things about him he wouldn’t dare to tell anyone if they asked, relishing in the thread of connection you two share. you stand, moving around him to stand behind him, stretching up to grip his shoulders.

“you ok, miguel? you seemed upset earlier.” you whisper in his ear, hands running down his arms innocently. he doesn’t think so though, the soft touch of your hands compared to his firm muscles igniting a tingling feeling in his belly - a soft groan leaving his parted lips as he leans into your touch. “‘m fine, the new recruits just pissed me off. nothin’ f’r you to worry ‘bout, pretty.” you smile slightly as he lets the pet name slip out, your hands running more sensually around his upper body, dipping into the crevices and curves of his chiseled body.

“let me at least help you feel better, mig, your shoulders are tense as fuck.” you smirk playfully, leaning round his body to peer up at his face, eyes widening as you take him in. his eyes were slightly hooded, wetted lips open in pleasure, a faint tinge of red on his face. he looks down at you, panting softly as he sucks in a deep breath, nodding silently as he allows you to lead him wherever.

gently grasping his hand in yours, you lead him towards his large chair, sitting him down as you slide yourself in his lap. miguel’s head races with all sorts of thoughts, the tell tale sign of his arousal pressing against the crotch of your sparkling pants, his hands subtly moving you down to ease the ache in his lap. your lips pull into a empathetic pout, hands moving gracefully along the taut muscles of his shoulder blades, moving down to the ridges of his abs.

“how’s this feel? am i doing good?” the sweet tone in which you speak has him biting back a growl, his cock throbbing as he moves subtly against the plush folds of your cunt through the fabric. “ ‘s great, your- shit- your hands feel amazing, love. jus’…keep doing that, yeah?” you nod, biting your lip softly as you keep up your soft caresses. his head falls back against the chair, eyes closed in bliss- he looks so unbelievably handsome, sculpted jawline, high cheekbones, he’s just so mmh.

you couldn’t help yourself, not when he was practically offering you a taste of him. his thick neck, littered with veins of various sizes, laid bare for you. you slowly moved in, small breaths warming the skin of his neck, heart pumping and hands trembling slightly. your glossy lips press light kisses on the flesh, shiny, pink, marks left behind. one hand moves up to rest on his chest as you feel a surge of boldness rush through you, leaning in once again to suckle on his skin.

his eyes flit open, gazing down at you as you mark his neck with deep red and purple bruises, his hand lazily running up your spine as he grinds into you just a little harder. “hm? what happened to givin’ me a massage?” he flashes you a sexy grin, tilting his head at your ministrations- not that he minds of course. you don’t respond, only small moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you continue to suck on his skin. his hand moves down to your chin, lifting your flushed face to meet his. “thought you were supposed to be makin’ me feel better? i can feel that pretty pussy soaking through y’r jeans, love. this turnin’ you on?”

you nod, your beautiful face betraying your need for him. he lets out a deep chuckle, hands caressing your hips as he moves you to grind against him, the thin fabrics of both of your clothes letting you feel the engorged tip of his cock brushing against your clit. he breathes out a stuttered moan, gritting his teeth as he stares into your eyes, how could someone be so fuckin’ perfect? you had to have been made to torture him, to make his heart race and cock hard to every time he’s around you- hell, every time he thinks about you.

“miguel…” your whining snaps him out of his thoughts, his focus immediately zeroes back onto you. he pulls you closer, resting you against his bulky chest. “yeah? what’s up, baby? what d’you want?” his thumbs caress your nipples through the fabric of your top, the rough pads of his fingers making your pussy clench tightly, slick coating your puffy folds. you look up at him, hands pulling at the thin fabric of his suit. “i still wanna make you feel better…can-can i suck you off, please?”

has he died? has miguel died and gone to heaven? or was this some kind of fucked up hell, there was no way he was hearing correctly. you, the sweet, innocent, barbie-esque, spider he’s been silently pining over for months now is asking him, so cutely, to suck his cock. he doesn’t think he’s been as eager to say yes to anything as he was now. he clicks a button on his wrist, his suit glitching away at his crotch. his cock is so pretty. a trail of dark hair leading down his navel, the tip a deep red, the rest tanned, throbbing veins wrapping around his length. it was fat, and shit, it was long too- pre dripping down the side of it as it, twitching the longer you stared at it.

your mouth waters, tongue darting out to lick your lips. your nimble hands wrap around his cock, a small gasp rings out in the room as your thumb runs along his tip, collecting the wetness and rubbing it around the tip. his fangs dig into his lips, speckles of blood pooling underneath the sharp tip. he sinks deeper into the chair, his suit dissipating more to reveal his thick thighs, a large hand coming to rest against one, the other caressing your cheek softly. “gonna wrap those pretty lips around me, baby? ‘m so hard, need you to make me feel better.” he didn’t expect to hear how needy he sounded, but he wasn’t embarrassed, he’s finally got you- and he wants you to know how badly he needs you.

he guides your head towards his aching cock, a hand moving to grip your hair tightly. he angles his length towards your shimmering lips, rubbing the tip all over, smearing his pre-cum along your gloss. a low, rumbling hum reverberates through his chest, quiet curses leaving his lips. he finally forces the fat head of his cock through your lips, simultaneously pushing your head down along the length of his cock. the sounds of you gagging fills his chest with a sense of pride, forcing you to take all of his thickness. it was so, so messy. saliva and creamy strips of cum dripped down the side of his cock, wetting your lips and pooling on top of his balls. he smiles at the sight, head lolling to the side, resting against a hard shoulder.

“my pretty girl, can’t believe ‘m finally havin’ you like this. i- mm i would worship you, if you’d let me. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, baby, a walkin’ goddess. and your lips, fuck, those perfect lips.” his mind is all scrambled, the feeling of you sucking the soul out of him rendering him a blubbering mess, resulting in him pouring his heart out to you. smiling around his cock, you look up him, those sexy eyes of yours gazing into his- a silent reciprocation of his affection towards you. at that, your lips suction around him faster, tighter, coaxing him into filling your mouth with his load.

his breathing deepens, sweaty chest heaving. at this point, his suit is gone. he doesn’t bother hold back his moans, deep growls and grunts that make curious spiders stop and listen in as they pass his lab, opting to not investigate what the big boss is up to further. but you, you’re a fuckin’ sight between his legs. mascara running down your hot cheeks, gloss, spit, and cum on your chin, running down your neck and between your cleavage. he didn’t think you could get even more beautiful, but here you were.

“i’m ‘bout to cum, yeah? gonna fill that perfect mouth of y’rs with my all my cum, ‘n you’re gonna swallow it like the good girl i know you are, ok baby?” his hips buck frantically into your salacious mouth, holding the back of your neck tightly to keep you anchored at the base of his cock, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of your throat. his actions betrayed his sweet words, hands gently running over your face, wiping away stray tears as his cock abuses your poor throat. he catches a glimpse of you sliding a hand down the front of your pants, pushing aside your panties to rub against your sticky clit.

‘so cute’. he smiles, revelling in your soft whimpers and your shaky thighs- the squelch of the three fingers you plunged into you almost drowning out the slick gluck! gluck! gluck! of your throat. “fuck, baby, i can hear her from here. she’s so wet just from suckin’ me off, isn’t she?” your fingers speed up, his voice a sexy, deep drawl- lips quirked back up in a smirk, but it was short lived as he felt his balls tighten, orgasm threatening to take over him.

his leg bounces, your mouth was just so wet, so fuckin’ hot- he couldn’t take it anymore. he’s waited so long to feel you around him, to see you take him so beautifully. his body tenses, a low growl of your name leaving his plump lips. his cum spurts out in steady streams, your cheeks puffing out from the sheer amount he unloads into your mouth. it drips out the side of your lips, you struggle to hold it all in, letting it drip down your neck.

you choke on the liquid in your mouth, your orgasm squirting out onto the cold floor of his lab. he laughs breathlessly, he was so whipped for you. watching his pretty, little, angel cum so perfectly for him. his cock lets out a few more spurts on your cheeks, twitching again when you struggle to swallow his load down. he wipes away the cum on your cheeks, dipping his thumb back into your mouth to let you lick the remnants off. he smiles softly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back onto his lap, running hands up and down your back lovingly.

“s-so, d’you feel better now?”

“mm, think there’s just one more thing i need. spread your legs f’r me, baby.”

*por el amor de dios - for the love of god

-gonna take a cold shower now

#miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara #astv miguel #cheonstapes #cheonstapes-films!🪷#cheonsshowreals 🤍

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stanfanfiction · 8 months

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Taste of you - Ken x fem! Reader - PART 3.5

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

Check warnings just to make sure everything is safe for you to consume and if so, have fun! I hope you love it :)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / verrry horny Ken / Ken learning different aspects about s#x / being held down k!nk / light dom-sub (roles switch between characters) / spanking k!nk (light, nothing super intense) / P! In V! / fingering / Ken’s starting to get a little cheeky as he becomes more confident in himself / some light somnophilia but the reader loves it / restraint k!nk

Ken woke up before you the next morning, still blissed out from the night before. He loved that you let him sleep next to you for a second night in a row. It was SO much better than sleeping on the sofa like he had been doing before. He made a contented noise when he remembered that today was your day off from class. Surely now that he knew what we was doing much better than before, you’d want to have sex with him all day. He smiled and nuzzled his nose into your hair. He didn’t want to wake you but at the same time he really did want you to be awake, and now. He watched your chest rise and fall for awhile, loving hearing you breathe next to him. Gently, he moved to be on top of you, elbows holding him up, his hips resting on yours. He decided he would slowly wake you up, whispering your name as he left tiny kisses from your ear down to your clavicle. You twitched a little, still asleep, and Ken lovingly moved himself down your body, kissing and touching you softly all the way.

He thought you might have awoken when he licked around one of your nipples, your other breast held tenderly in his hand, as you moaned and small goosebumps formed on your arms. You remained asleep, however, and so after loving on each breast for a bit, he began moving down again, taking the comforter with him since he wanted to see you and not let his field of vision be hidden underneath it.

Moving down to your stomach, leaving wet kisses all over your sternum and abdomen, he then traced one of your hip bones with his tongue, and you arched a tiny bit, but remained asleep still. He removed the comforter completely away from both of you now. He considered that you might feel a little cold but if you did wake up uncomfortable, he would just carry you to a hot shower and then fuck you in there where you’d be warm.

He pulled one of your thighs away from the other, hooking it over his elbow as he began leaving open mouthed kisses up your inner thigh, watching you intently. After kissing and even nipping a little at your other thigh, your core was now open to him and he looked up at your face for any hint of being awake, but you were still passed out.

He wondered if you would be upset with him if he just pleasured you a little, just the tiniest bit until you woke up. He was obsessed with your vulva, and upon seeing it again he began to grow hard. Keeping an eye on your face, he lowered himself over your groin and kissed your clit, then slowly down until he reached your opening.

“Ken,” you breathed, barely awake and assuming you were having a really nice wet dream. That was until Ken dipped his tongue into your opening and you made a kitten noise. Ken liked that noise a LOT and began licking in circles inside your opening until you opened your eyes. You gasped when you saw this was not a dream but that Ken was actually waking you up with oral sex. Ken was going down on you, his blue eyes twinkling and his hands holding you open for him.

“Ahh, Ken,” you let out a shaky breath when he flattened his tongue firmly against you, licking up from your opening up to your clit, when he flicked with his tongue once he got there, causing you to cry out and grab his hair with your hands.

“Ken, please,” a breathy laugh escaped you. “This is lovely but let me wake up more. I’m a little overstimulated at the moment.”

Ken frowned but did as you asked, sitting up on his knees but keeping his hands on your thighs. You offered your hand to him and he took it, holding it up to his face and smiling.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Morning,” you yawned. You glanced at the clock on your bedside table. It read 5 am. “Why are you up so early, Ken?”

“Waiting for you to wake up.”

You laughed again, and he smiled.

“Did you not sleep very much?”

“I did,” he said, running his hands up the sides of your waist, making you giggle. “But then I woke up and really wanted you awake with me.”

“Mmmm,” you hummed, attempting you sit up a little but Ken climbed on top of you again, his hips holding yours down as he legs kept holding you open.

He smiled down at you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you said right before he lowered himself to where your chests were now touching as he began kissing you, softly at first, but then hungrily moments later. You gently pushed against him and he pulled his face back.

“I do love this, but I really do need a moment to wake up.”

“Okay.” He kept smiling down at you, but not moving his body off of yours.

“I mean I need to get up, Ken.”

Ken frowned and shook his head.

“I’ll fuck you soon,” you promised.

“How soon?”

“After some coffee and toast soon.”

Ken contemplated that and begrudgingly sat up, offering a hand to pull you up with him. You giggled when he left a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Want some breakfast when I make mine?”

Again he shook his head and captured your lips with his. “No food. Just want you.”

“You’ll have me soon.” You placed a chaste kiss on his lips before hopping out of bed and heading into the bathroom to brush your teeth. Ken watched you as if charmed and not able to look away. He loved the way you moved when you walked, wishing your hands were his as you ran your fingers through your hair, yawning again. He discovered his had a newfound part of you that he loved as he stared at the way your butt bounced the tiniest bit as your backside was fully facing him on your way to the bathroom. Hmmm. He would need to explore that further.

You had just finished brushing your teeth when Ken appeared behind you, squeezing both of your butt cheeks in his large hands. You giggled in surprise and watched him in the mirror in front of both of you.

“I like this.” He squeezed a little harder for emphasis.

“You’re so easily encourageable.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, Ken. I like it.”

“Okay, good.” He kissed the hickey he had given you a day prior, feeling ecstatic now that he knew the meaning of it.

Despite your ongoing playful protests to let you finish making breakfast, eventually Ken won and you were being thrown into the bed underneath him as the coffee brewed, Ken attacking your neck with sloppy kisses and bites. You squealed under his weight, your legs dangling over the bed and his feet planted firmly in between yours as he easily nudged you open for him. His hand fisted into your hair to pull your head back as he kissed along your throat and jawline.

“Such a horny Ken,” you laughed, his naked hips bucking into yours, as you had been the only one to dawn a silky robe before heading into the kitchen earlier.

“You have *no* idea,” he almost growled, and that tone of voice shocked you but you also were LOVING it. He kept alternating bucking his hips into yours and then firmly rubbing his cock into your folds while you grabbed at his back and triceps.

“What did you mean last night when you said you would ruin me?”

“Mmmmm,” you breathed, eyes closed, blissfully lost in all the simultaneous sensations. “It means the sex will be so good that anyone else that fucks you will fail by comparison.”

If your eyes had been open you would have seen him smirk, before reaching down to test his tip in your opening. You moaned and your hold on him gripped tighter, expecting him to impale you at any moment.

“You seem veeerryy wet,” he said, his voice raising into a question.

“I am.”

He pulled his hips back just enough to reach his hand down and finger your opening. You shuddered as he easily pushed two fingers inside you.

“You’re *soaked.*”

“Want you,” you moaned. “Need you.”

“You need me?” You couldn’t tell if he was taunting but you were pretty sure you heard a little gasp before he said it, and it was a genuine request for confirmation.

You opened your eyes and pulled him closed to you, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling up to kiss him. “Need you really badly, Ken.”

He withdraw his fingers and lifted himself off of you just enough to where you began scooting backwards higher up the bed but within seconds your ankle had been grabbed and he pulled you swiftly back underneath him, your legs hanging off the bed again, his arms encasing around you to ensure you didn’t go anywhere.

“Need you *here,” he said, untying your robe and opening it up so he could see your beautiful form underneath him, but didn’t want to move off enough to fully take it off you, so the sleeves remained on. You shivered and felt vulnerable this way, somehow still having your robe on but being fully exposed made you feel more naked than you felt when you actually had zero clothing on.

Ken kissed you deeply, gripping under your thighs tightly as he pulled back and stood up. Having him tower over your like this made you feel so small and that excitement rushed over you in an intense wave.

“Now it’s my turn to ruin *you.*” He thrust into you firmly but slowly, the impact making your back arch and you released an incredibly loud moan. He bottomed out within a few seconds, but those seconds were agonizing as you struggled to adjust to his size while your head became dizzy with pleasure. When you returned to reality you heard him groaning in pace with his thrusts, still slow but beyond intense as he would almost pull completely out before pushing in again.

He pulled you down a little farther so your butt was almost hanging off the bed and your hands floated above your head where you gripped the sheets as he started pumping into your faster. He watched your frame reacting to your every moment, your breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts, and became incredibly turned on by the image of you underneath him, at his mercy, your hands above you. He wasn’t sure exactly why that hand position affected him so strongly, but he loved it enough that he was desperate to hold them there. He wrapped your legs around his waist and you held on, completely lost in everything as he leaned over you to hold your wrists together above your head.

You opened your eyes, glazed and pupils blown, to witness him holding your arms hostage, and you wanted to giggle but couldn’t muster the time in between your panting to do so. So he likes the idea of you being restrained a little. Maybe you’d have to play with him later and see if he liked being restrained, too. You wanted to keep playing with that thought in your mind but it got pushed to the back for now as his breathing became louder and seeing him hovering over you, looking such a fucked up mess sent you over the edge, which also immediately caused his climax as well. He fucked you hard as you both chased your release, and his final thrust into you was so intense you felt like you would fall apart.

He helped you back up onto the bed, you facing each other as he repeated last night, wrapping your leg around his waist as his cock “snuggled” back up into you. Was this how after sex was always going to be? Granted, he still hadn’t gone soft yet, but god forbid he try fucking you again just now, you swore you would pass out. You were almost thankful when you saw him stifling a yawn.

You smiled, caressing his cheek. “Are you tired now?”

He nodded sleepily, eyes drooping a little. “Was it good?” He mumbled.

“It was perfect, Ken.”

He smiled and hummed in happiness, resting his forehead into yours, eyes fully closed now, his body relaxing.

“Sleep, my sweet boy.” You kissed his forehead and continued petting him until he fell asleep moments later. You gently untangled yourself from him, covering him up with the comforter, and watched him rest, looking completely content.

The next few days had you on the brink of mild insanity. You had never been fucked this much in your life, especially never with so much care and obsession. Ken literally fucked you any time you would let him. He discovered he *really* liked penetrating you while you were standing with your body pressed against the shower wall, your moans echoing all around him and him having to hold your frame up while you fell apart around him. It was like being completely surrounded by you and he loved how your body became so limp because of him.

He also became more interested in your butt as each day passed, which entertained you as he would massage it or press against your back whenever you would let him. You did it to him in return one day just to see how he reacted and it turned him on so much you had to hold on for dear life as he pushed you down and fucked you into the sofa. He was becoming a little more confident in himself each day, which was leading to what you knew was less about dominance and more about just being desperate and starving for feeling so connected to you, how much he craved feeling pleasured and seeing how well he pleasured you.

He brought up the spanking he had seen in that movie that somehow felt so long ago, you had forgotten he had asked. You were completely silent for awhile, not really sure how to explain that one.

“So, some people, they have sort of ‘kinks.’ Things that really turn them on.” You smiled, wanting to tell him about how he seemed to love being praised and had discovered he liked the idea of bounding your wrists together to dominate you. “Sometimes kinks can be something that on paper seems painful, and it isn’t that it isn’t painful in real life, but something about it gives them pleasure. Makes sex even better for them.”

Ken contemplated this. “So the woman in the movie, getting hit with the belt felt good to her?”

You nodded, for some reason crossing your harms, having that weird vulnerability come back.

He looked at you. “Do you like that?”

Your face turned so red. “I…haven’t tried it.” You felt desperate to not make anything you said sound like that awful 50 Shades series but you also felt embarrassed and weren’t sure why.

Ken spoke very slowly, hands going into his pockets, apparently also feeling shy. “Would you like to try?”

“I’m….not sure.” Your answer was truthful, and the fact that you were considering it surprised you. It had always been your job to get Ken out of his comfort zone but lately it felt like the roles had been reversed, especially now.

“Uhhh,” Ken laughed, looking down to try and cover his nerves. “Well, I don’t have a belt anyway, so.”

“You can also use your hands.” The words were out before you knew it.

Ken looked up, encouraged by your answer, and you realized this was less about pure curiosity and more that he had been thinking about this for awhile and had probably been trying to figure out how to ask you. So this must have turned him on, a lot, considering how small he was feeling based on his body language. “Yeah?”

Now you looked down, and you hated how this felt like an odd first date where neither party was certain what they were comfortable asking the other to do after dinner. You nodded.

Ken took a step closer, feeling out the energy you were giving him. “Is that something….” You saw him pull a hand out of his pocket then stare at it, then at you. Oh he was definitely imagining it now.

“Maybe.” You said, forcing yourself to look up again. “Maybe,” you stepped towards him too, and ran your fingers along his collar on the shirt you had bought him recently. “You can surprise me sometime, and we can find out together.”

Ken held his composure but you saw the excitement in his eyes, and he nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He looked so boyish and you smiled at him.

You both discovered together when the next day you were on your stomach on the floor, trying to retrieve an earring that had fallen underneath the dresser. You heard Ken inhale sharply behind you and you froze, but only because you expected him to be on top of you any second without warning. When he remained standing, you turned, still on your stomach.

His hands were opening and closing, like wanting to touch something but knowing he wasn’t allowed to. You decided to play with him a little.

“Whatcha doing, Ken?”

He startled. “Oh, I…did you lose something.”

“Just an earring.” You smiled at him then turned back to reaching underneath the dresser. You were wearing a button up shirt and some cute undies but nothing else, and you wiggled your ass a little, trying to maintain your giggle.

Ahh, there he is, you thought, as he was on top of you within seconds, his shirt already gone. He was pulling your panties off while kissing the back of your neck.

“Can you..” He pulled on your shirt, and you sat up enough to pull it over your head, after which Ken immediately leaned into you until you were pressed against the floor again. He sat up and began to squeeze your butt, almost kneading it as his excitement grew. You moaned and relaxed into it. Maybe you needed to start having Ken give you massages, you mused, right as your thoughts were cut off by a sharp SMACK.

You jolted and looked back at Ken, who was frozen, your left cheek stinging a little still. He looked terrified, like this desire had gotten the better of him and you hated him and you would make him leave and -

“Ken,” you smiled back at him, then looked at his hand. You felt playful and wanted to see where this would go. “Do it again.”

His eyebrows raised. “You’re…sure?”

“MMhmmmm.” Your voice was almost a purr and you knew Ken loved when you did that. He spanked you again, a little harder, and you moaned but did enjoy the sensation. He waited a second and when you didn’t make him stop, he struck again, harder. You intentionally encouraged him on with the noises you made, and you could practically feel how horny he was even though you weren’t looking at him.

“That’s *so* good, Ken.” He struck again and you giggled, then realized you were suddenly in desperate need to feel him inside you. Each strike made you tense up and you became almost overcome with the need to squeeze around him. “Ken? My love, my incredible boy. I need something.”

“Yeah?” You heard the excitement in his voice as he stopped to hear what you were going to tell him.

“I need you inside me. Feel so tight and need to feel you.”

He was on it in a second, on his stomach as well, raising you up so your chest remained on the floor but your knees held your hips up in the air, and he sucked your clit harshly, causing your knees to buckle a little. He raised himself onto his forearms to hold your hips steady and he devoured you for awhile, always loving your wetness against his mouth as his tongue fucked you. Once he felt you were ready, he pressed his fingers inside of you, allowed your hips to relax on the ground again as he used his other hand to knead your ass. He was circling his fingers inside you and you reveled in feeling *everything* when his hand came down onto your cheek again, sharp and fast.

You cried out, your entire being shuddering at how amazing the sting felt while your muscle gripped his fingers harder than you ever had before. “Ohhh god, oh god, oh god.” You felt little spasms ignite all throughout your groin.

“Is it okay?” Ken asked, concerned.

“It is incredible.” You had never heard yourself growl but your voice sounded pretty near to it. “More, please, more, Ken.”

He continued for awhile, your hips bucking into his fingers as your cheeks became redder. “Ken,” you whined, “need your cock, please. Gonna cum soon.”

“No.” He sped up his fingers a little.

“I…need..”

“You’ll get it when I give it to you.”

Holy fucking…you lost it then, seeing stars, spasming hard and wailing as your hands reached for anything to grip on the bare carpet. Your breathing calming down, you heard Ken unzip his jeans behind you, then open your legs wide, lowering his hips to meet yours as his cock slid all the way into you. You sobbed as his mouth met your ear. “*Now* you get my cock.”

His newfound enjoyment in dominance was incredible but as he pumped himself into you, you realized your sweet, innocent, bashful Ken was becoming a little lost in all the excitement the last couple days, and you grinned to yourself as you made mental notes on exactly how you would turn that back onto him as soon as possible.

For now, you reveled in just letting him take you, his moans right next to your ear absolutely music and when he spanked one of your buttocks hard again you tensed and cried out, causing Ken to gasp loudly when you squeezed around him impossibly tighter. Holy dear fuck. He wanted more of that but needed to make sure you were okay first.

“Was that okay?” He asked between thrusts.

“Mmmhmm.” You were in pure ecstasy.

“Can I do it again?”

“Yes, sweet Ken.” Ken cried out when his next strike was harder and you pussy reacted accordingly.

He wondered how long he could hold out at how deliciously your muscle clenched around his as he began spanking you in time with his thrusts, your butt cheek stinging more than before, and you had the pornographic thought of what if you actually would be sore and it would hurt to sit the rest of the day?

Right when you felt like you might have to ask him to calm down a little, almost unable to breathe between his rough thrusts and strikes, he stopped and pulled out. You were dizzy when he turned you around to face him and pulled you on top of him as his feet were planted on the floor, knees bent, and he sat you on top of him. You sobbed as you sank down onto his cock again, unable to muster the strength to push off with your legs.

Ken knew, and he loved it, he loved watching how you became less and less coherent every time he found a new way to fuck you, and he impaled you on his cock effortlessly as you screamed, your nails raking into his shoulders and chest, and he got lost in how good it felt to be marked by you in this way. His climax nearing, he sat up a little straighter and hugged you close to him, tears stinging your eyes as he kissed them away right before he came, and the hardest he ever had. You spasmed in time with him, Ken shouting your name over and over until you were both spent. It took you both awhile to calm down, your breathing rapid and both of your bodies trembling together.

Once Ken regained his strength, much faster than you, he gently picked you up and carried you to the bed. He snuggled you into him and had a deep desire to take care of you. He knew that was the most intense sex you had experienced together, and he became concerned that maybe he had gone a little too far in his excitement. Maybe he actually got so caught up in his want and how hazy the world was from the moment he entered you that he lost control and overdid it. You let out little moans into his neck while he tenderly held you, ran his fingers through your hair and down your back, giving you the softest of kisses on the top of your head.

“Ken?” You mustered up the energy to softly speak.

“Y/n,” he whispered back, hand caressing your cheek. He was in awe of you. He was also still lost in the anxiety that he might have -

“That was amazing.” You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

He exhaled a little. “You’re okay?”

You nodded, and turned your head to kiss his hand on your face. “It was insane,” you let out a barely audible laugh. Ken smiled then, wanting to hug you tighter but forcing himself to remain gentle.

“You’re staring to become a little *too* dominant,” you teased, pushing his hair out of his face and loving how the sweat he had worked up glistened on his chiseled body.

“Is that bad?” He browned furrowed. God, if you weren’t spent you would literally take him here and now, and remind he what it felt like to be submissive to you, but on an entirely different level than before.

“Not at all, but…” you trailed off for a second, getting lost in those blues eyes, those damn eyes that belonged to this fucking hunk of a man but made your heart melt every time you saw how sensitive he really was, and about how much he truly worshipped you. “Let’s just say I have some things in mind that I’ll be trying on you *very, VERY* soon.”

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emilsendo · 4 months

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Sub! Bottom Mikey x Dom! Bottom Draken x Top!Male reader

Warnings: Punishment, humiliation, stimulation, riding, toys(like cockring and handcuffs), etc.

Type: Smut

Request: ✅️

Author Note: Hiya! I finally manage to finish that oneshot and I started to write part two in preferences with Tall S/O 👀💪🏼✨️ Thank you SO MUCH for support on that app and for that all sweet comments ❤️ (As always, sorry for any errors in my English)

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Mikey and Draken would always argue about anything, and then later that day or even after a few hours of arguing, they would forget WHAT exactly they had argued about.

But what if the "thing" they are arguing about.....is you?

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These blondes can be extremely jealous when it comes to you. Mikey often provokes Draken into "petty" fights between them by begin overly clingy to you, or simply not letting him hug you because the short blond takes a lot of space durning your cuddling sessions. For example, sitting on your lap and having his arms wrapped around your neck, leaving Draken unable to hug you. Ken finds this very irritating and has no patience for Mikey and his fucking behavior.

That's why you came up with a plan together how to punish Mikey.

- Ah! Fuck! MH.....- Mikey's sweet moans could be heard throughout the room, his breathing was rapid and there were hickeys and marks all over his body. The boy was sitting on your lap as you held him in place with your strong hands so he wouldn't move too much. Which made Mikey let out pathetic whines every now and then as Draken was edging his dick with his hand, making sure to change the tempo, so he could tease Mikey more. Of course, without letting him cum, until you both will be satisfy with Mikey's desperate cries for release.

- Ken-Chin, M/N-Chin! Come on....aH! I.....I want to c-cum. Pleaseeee! - Mikey begs in begging and desperate tone as he tries to move his hips upwards to get more friction on his dick, but he got only tight squeeze from Draken around the tip of his dick in return.

- How desperate he looks now, right, M/N? - Draken said, his tone filled with sarcasm and coldness. Which made the shorter blond whimpers. You looked at the boy with a dragon tattoo on his temple, nodding at his words.

- You're right, darling. I think he need to cum so bad.- You teased the boy in your lap the same way as Draken. You both clearly enjoyed the way Mikey begs you two to let him cum or just simply fuck him.

- Come on! No more teasing! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!- Manjiro begs one more time. But Ken just simply smirks at him and then he continue stroking his dick without mercy. While you were playing and touching Mikey's chest, pinching and squeezing his cute little nipples. The blond haired boy moans got more louder and desperate. Almost making you and Draken feel quilty for the poor boy in your lap.

- I have a nice plan, M/N.- Ken suddenly said. He leans closer to your ear and starts whispering his idea to you. You could only smirk at his words, you really liked what Draken was saying and of course, you've agreed to this nice plan.

You and Draken changed your positions, making Mikey lay down on the bed with handcuffed hands, without moving. He was confused and slightly annoyed by this fact. He wanted to touch you!

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, making Mikey see your handsome left/right face profile. Draken was standing in front of you, tying up his blond hair into ponytail. Then he sat up on your lap, kissing your lips passionately while moaning a bit when he felt your tongue enter his mouth. Your hand made its way towards Ken's ass, teasing his entrance by rubbing small circles around it. Draken stops kissing you and glares at you intensely after you did that. The glare sent you a shiver down your spine, you already know what that's mean, so you quickly stopped teasing him and put your finger inside. What made Ken grunt a bit, then you put another one, you process to make scissoring movements, loosing up Ken's hole. The tall blond haired boy this time made a soft moan, that was repeating itself with each thrust of your fingers.

Mikey was looking very pathetic right now, his dick was all red because of the cockring and he wants to cum so bad! That's not fair that he need to wait for his turn, who knows maybe he will not have his chance?

Those thoughts made him sobs a bit from humiliation and desperation, he wanted to feel your dick inside him. And he only got the perfect view of Draken riding you. It was good to watch. But it would felt better to touch and kiss both of you!

Ken Ryūguji was currently riding hard your cock, squeezing your firm shoulders and biting your neck. While your hands were holding his waist and hips, you didn't even had to help him move. Draken always has a lot of stamina durning sex, so it is rare for you to help him. He loves riding you or just feeling in control(most of the time, he is power bottom, so it is normal.)

He was bouncing up and down very roughly, almost bruising your hips. His moans and your grunts, AND Mikey's pathetic sobs in the background filled the whole room. He tried to beg for his turn too, but you both ignored him and continue making a show in front of Mikey.

- Fuck...... I love feeling your hard cock in me! He cries out with sly smirk, as he moans hard on purpose to tease Mikey and make him feel jealous. You slapped Draken's ass to make the same effect on Mikey.

When you both came with loud grunt, you kissed each other softly and then looked at Mikey. Who was crying pitifully from wanting to cum so bad, and from all the emotions he was feeling. Draken and you felt quilty for him, so you walked to Mikey and removed the handcuffs and then the cockring. Which made the short blonde boy cries out and cum hardy on himself and the sheets, his whole body tremble and shook from pleasure and euphoria.

You wrapped your arms around Mikey and Draken kiss his forehead gently to calm him down, and comfort the poor boy.

- Don't worry, Mikey..... We will now make it up to you, right, Draken?- You said with gentle voice as you rubs Mikey's back and head softly. The boy in your arms gasp a bit when he heard your words, his cheeks flush pink at the image in his head.

- You can take one more, right?- Draken said with a smirk as he place his hand back on Mikey's dick, while your fingers made their way to his hole.

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greenandsorrow · 9 months

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"Boytoy"

WARNINGS; 18+, shameless smut, ken x fem!reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, praise k!nk, size k!nk, virgin!ken, switch!reader, sub!ken, dom!ken, the plot doesn't connect with the movie, kinda slow burn, grammar mistakes

Part 4

"i had a vision, a vision of my nails in the kitchen scratching counter tops..."

~stargirl interlude, the weeknd / lana del rey~

Ken's and y/n's desire is deepening, darkening the same way the night does outside of the apartment. They're standing so close to each other in the centre of the tiny kitchen, the lights low, making the shadows longer and dreamier all around them and softening their features. The atmosphere is electric to say the least.

Ken's pov;

The confusion from earlier is subsiding his arousal (but not for long). You see, Ken has almost lost all the courage and confidence he had gained after their last... misadventure.

Mostly, he hates how naive he still appears when it comes to the real world, to y/n's world. In addition, that man's advances towards y/n had seemed way too bold to Ken and he secretly envied the guy for it. He wishes he could act that "authoritative" (if that was the correct term) around his girlfriend (and not turn into a stammering and blushing mess).

But then again, y/n had assured him she didn't have any emotions for the human. Would it be too much to ask her again? Just to be sure. Would it push her away?

Ken is wanton for her touch, his body physically aching to be caressed, admired and even used by his sweet girl. He really adores her apart from, you know, physically craving her.

She's standing in front of him, barely reaching his broad chest, but somehow she is no less intimidating (at least to him). Her paralyzing gaze is scanning every inch of his body. When she reaches his eyes, which are expressing so many different emotions, her gaze softens. Ken swears she saw her nod, reassuringly, making his doubts vanish -at least a good chunk of them-.

The words are out before he has time to decide if they are the right ones, his mind giving in to the heat between his legs.

"I too can prove you are the only one."

It sounded harsh, breaking the silence but y/n doesn't seem to object to the idea. (These random bursts of confidence from Ken make her heart flutter in her chest.)

Y/n's pov:

Simultaneously, y/n's previous fear of people finding out about her toy-boyfriend has vanished.

She also can't help but notice the change in Ken's body language. He seems rigid, but expecting, definitely unprepared for the pleasure he's about to experience.

Y/n has already explained to Ken the basics of the reproductive system and he'd been profoundly scandalised about how making babies is supposed to also feel so good. But then again, the blowjob he had anxiously received from her, had hopefully made him understand what she meant. (He had even seemed surprised by his own cum.)

Her skin is prickling with heat at the way Ken's aqua blue eyes are dancing over her silhouette. All that heat is going straight to her core and even the air around her feels hotter on her skin.

It's also the first time Ken's seeing her with actual clothes on -and not pyjamas-. Y/n is wearing jeans that hug her hips tightly and a sage green, crop top.

When she hears Ken's oddly challenging words, she raises an eyebrow, a wicked smile forming on her lip-glossed lips.

Y/n gets on her tiptoes so that she can have access to his (unfairly handsome) face, teasing him but never connecting her lips with his. Just feeling his hot breath on her face drives her insane with want! (She has never been more turned on by a man before)

Y/n palms the bulge -that is now all too obvious- in his light washed jeans while maintaining eye contact with -a too entranced to say anything- Ken. The low groans that are coming from deep in his chest make her impatient (but she knows better, she's going to take her sweet time).

Ken is flushed once again, putty in her hands. His hands are fumbling with the ends of his jacket and his chest is heaving with swallow breaths, but he manages to not break eye contact.

"Ken, luv, you can touch me you know."

"Mmhmm", his answer turns into a whimper as he feels y/n unbuttoning his jeans.

While she's struggling with the zipper of his pants (his cock fully engorged in them), Ken attempts to make his hands useful, even if he is still feeling shy. He's always been in awe of y/n's curves, so he reaches for her outer thighs, (finally, he thinks) cupping them with his big palms and pressing his fingers into them, kneeding them. Ken's curiosity, as he's exploring y/n's hips, expands and he moves his hands on her backside, feeling his dick throb when he gives her round ass a squeeze (which causes y/n to moan lowly in return).

Y/n has managed to unzip Ken's jeans and she's now taking a step back.

"Ken, undress me Ken, please..."

Ken is at a loss for a second, but thanks to her slightly begging tone, he discovers he always wanted to do this.

He takes a deep breath, collecting some courage. He wants to show y/n that he is better than her male "friend", that he can do anything she wants.

Firstly, he takes off his own clothes, -shoes, jacket and jeans- (keeping only his boxers on). All the while y/n has started playing with her breasts while looking at him like he's God. That alone, makes Ken go to her and claim her mouth in a forceful kiss (there it is, a burst of confidence!)

She melts in the kiss, they both do.

Still, his hands are trembling when he takes hold of her top, almost smiling at how small it is (he could even use it as a bandana). Her bra is next. That makes Ken hesitate, not only because he has no idea how this piece of clothing works, but because her skin there seems so soft and he desperately wants to touch it. He also wants to touch her collarbones, her thin neck, her delicate arms...

"Someone's getting distracted"

"No! No, I-

You're beautiful, y/n"

She can't help but giggle. Ken loves that girly giggle of hers, he always gets butterflies from hearing it. He doesn't know how or why but he leans down and presses a chaste kiss on her -slightly sweaty- forehead. Ken then rests his own forehead against hers. The silence is comforting, tender almost.

When he pulls away, y/n is smiling at him, both of them feeling more comfortable now, ready to get more intimate together than ever before.

Y/n takes Ken's hands and guides them to her back, helping him to undo her bra. She then discards it on the floor.

Ken gasps at the sight of y/n's breasts.

It's not just the fact that he had never seen a woman's breasts before, it's the fact that all this beauty is his. Don't get me wrong, unlike many other men, Ken doesn't think he owns his girlfriend. He simply admires the way, he has the privilege of being able to see and touch y/n, in her most vulnerable. His privilege on her breasts.

He's trying to tell her something, maybe a compliment or ask for her consent. But he's breathless.

All the while, y/n has grown so hot and is so lost in the lust she feels for Ken, that she gets off her jeans on her own, discarding them on the floor. She's about to take off her panties, but that seems to snap Ken out of it.

"No, no, no y/n! I want to do it."

"Well, I want you to do it too."

She then starts taking steps backwards, retrieving towards the kitchen counter.

Ken, on the other hand, is walking forward, like a predator stalking his prey (unbeknownst to him of course).

When her bare back meets the cold counter y/n's breath hitches in her throat. Before she has time to react, Ken is towering over her, hands on her thighs, but this time it feels different.

Skin on skin. The shivers down her spine don't seem to stop, her pussy aching for attention and Ken's hard-on pressing against her lower stomach doesn't help much.

"Ah- Ken, I need you" y/n moans, hands blindly gripping his mascular biceps, nails pressing into his skin.

She doesn't want him, she NEEDS him.

"What, what am I supposed to do? Y/n, we're gonna have sex, right?!"

His voice sounds unstable, his breathing loud. Is he anxious or as lost in his desire as her? Probably both.

Y/n is about to brace herself on the counter, but Ken, catching the motion, helps her up by lifting her from the waist. His hands completely encircle her torso and they're unbelievably warm. More shivers, another moan from y/n.

She looks deeply into his eyes. This is important. This, right now, is a big step, especially for Ken. He's eager for her but still confused about pleasure. This time giving it.

Y/n calms down her breathing as best as she can. Resting her hands on Ken's chest, soothing him, she is ready to answer.

"Yes baby we are. Are you okay with this?"

He places his own hands on top of hers.

"Of course I am y/n. I just...you, can you show me how it's done? We need a bed, don't we?"

"Not yet -the bed-, I- I want to show you something else Ken, from what I was telling you last time."

Ken smiles confidently.

He knows that stuff, y/n had taught him what her own sex looks like. He's aware of the placement of the clit and of the entrance, where the penetration also happens.

"I know what you mean y/n. Look, I want to make you feel good, I owe you that one."

He was referring to the oral.

"Okay then", she presses a kiss on his chest.

Y/n adjusts her position on the counter, so that Ken can have better access to her pussy.

After that, she guides Ken's hand where she needs him most. Ken's touch is gentle, like he's afraid he'll hurt her. He rubs her on top of her underwear with his thumb, experimently. The friction is making her moan. Ken is transfixed from the warmth that's spilling out of her core, he needs to see her.

Taking hold of both sides of the panties Ken guides them down to y/n's ankles, where they fall to the floor, along with the rest of their clothes.

Y/n is fighting back the urge to squeeze her thighs together, the air harsh against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Ken is staring at her pussy so intensely, she begins to feel self conscious. She's probably blushing.

"Ken?", her voice comes meek in her own ears, so weak.

"Now, now I touch you, right?

"Yeah, should I show you how?"

"No I can do it. I can also use my mouth, like you did, hm?"

"That's right"

While they speak Ken lowers himself, looks up at y/n, looking so damn hot panting and then looks at her folds, almost dripping. Ken has learnt that them being wet is a good sign.

He feels dizzy and so very unsure of his abilities at pleasing y/n. Fortunately, his instinct urges him to nuzzle her inner thighs with his face (and mouth) while keeping her legs open with both arms.

He's planting kisses on the soft flesh, attempts to nimble it and smiles when he hears a soft moan from above.

"Mmmm, Ken, yes, that's so good"

The praise keeps him going, gingerly covering every bit of flesh with open mouthed kisses.

At last, after some more teasing, he's face to face with the most breathtaking thing he's ever come across.

Ken takes one hand, one finger, pressing down on the centre of her swollen clit.

Y/n gasps and moans at the sudden touch.

Her thighs try to squeeze his head, but he can keep them open with ease (he kinda likes the idea of him being squeezed by her beautiful legs).

"Ken please"

"Was that the clit?"

"What? Oh yes, please, Ken"

Ken is getting focused now. His girlfriend needs him.

He trails a finger all over y/n's clit, getting used to the feeling, studying her expressions, deciding which parts feel the best for her.

He opens her legs a little more, so that her entrance can be better visible. Ken moans at how it seems to be contracting and extracting.

He's caressing all around the circle, mesmerized.

Y/n looks down at him, he's so focused, almost keeping his breath.

"Ken, touch both at the same time"

He nods, ready.

He draws circles with his thumb on her clit, while the other hand's index finger slowly slides into her.

The moans that escape y/n's mouth are the best sound Ken's ever heard. He needs to hear more. They mean he's doing a good job, they are a reward, a praise.

With clumsy hands, he continues doing the same pattern, trying to find a rhythm. Thumb pressing, rubbing and circling her clit, while a finger slides in and out of her.

"Faster"

And then "Please, oh- add another finger"

As he's sliding both fingers in, y/n's hand reaches for Ken's hair, using it to somehow ground herself. Ken's touch is heavenly to her, the groan caused by her grip on his hair vibrating in her pussy, and she mewls.

Ken's had enough, he presses a sloppy kiss on her clit and then another. He's soon feeling confident enough to suck at it, while still thrusting two fingers inside her.

His tongue is what makes her react the most. And so he ends up lapping it over her folds.

She lets out a sound like sobbing, her hips trembling.

"Did I hurt you?!"

"Don't stop, Ken pleaseeee"

"Are you crying, y/n-"

"Ken you're amazing, please..."

She must be feeling so good. Ken could do that for the whole night, if y/n asked him to.

A few moments later and Ken's movements are unrelenting, driving y/n closer and closer to her orgasm.

Her moans have become higher pitched and her legs are shaking, toes curling involuntarily, how can he be so perfect?

"Ken...Ken!

Ken, I- ahh-

Oh my- mhhhhmmmm, Ken! Ah!

Ken, oh yes Ken, don't stop yes!"

Ken is so lost in the feeling of her muscles flexing against his fingers, the smell of her so intoxicating to him and all the praises coming from y/n's trembling voice... it's a miracle he doesn't come in his boxers right then and there.

Y/n feels the knot in her stomach ready to snap. She curls her fingers in Ken's hair, letting out the most sinful of sounds. Now, incapable of forming coherent sentences, she just cries out, her boyfriend's name being the only thing she can grasp on to.

And just like that, with another thrust of Ken's fingers, her orgasm hits her, shaking her whole. Her back arches, allowing Ken to hit THE spot a few times.

Ken is filled with pride, the reactions he managed to get out of y/n forever priceless.

She grips his wrist to show him that was more than enough. He removes his hand, but licks her one more time, from her dripping entrance to her clit, tasting her juices, feeling her tremble and mumble his name, all because of his touch.

Y/n's body finally relaxes. She feels so exhausted, but also content.

In Ken's eyes, she's shining like the moon, gleaming, maddeningly beautiful.

But truth be told, Ken was worried about all those sounds she made at the end, was he hurting her?

He asked her that much, about the almost screaming part.

"Oh my sweet boy! Sure they were screams but, happy ones!"

"So I made you 'happy scream'?", the playful tone in his voice is matching with the look of adoration he has on his face, as he stands up back to his full height.

He brings the two fingers he had used to his mouth and sucks at them.

Y/n simply stares at him, too stunned (but in a good way) to say anything.

Ken simply says, "You taste really good"

And he's speaking with such innocence it's hard to believe what he's referring to.

He takes both of her hands in his much bigger ones, studying how she regains her composure, her chest still heaving heavily, her cheeks like two apples.

"Ken you made me feel, probably the best I've ever felt!"

He chuckles, bashful once again.

"I'm glad you liked it y/n. I would do anything for you. I love you."

(Ken is obviously the type to say 'I love you' during sex and anything that has to do with it.)

Y/n doesn't get scared by the statement. She smiles, a big, tired one.

"I love you more, Kenneth"

He leans in, peppering her face with kisses.

"No, I, love you more"

"Nah, I do"

"Noooo, I love you more"

"I lo-", y/n's sentence is cut short as she yelps.

Ken has picked her up, bridal style, without any warning and he is now carrying her to her bed.

He places her down slowly, horizontally, in the middle of the bed.

Ken then takes a few moments (maybe whole minutes) just looking at y/n, memorizing every inch of her exposed body.

Y/n is laying on her back, completely limp as the mattress holds her. She feels so light, simply enjoying every minute of her afterglow. Ken's presence isn't threatening, but safe, Ken is her safe place.

"Hey, sweetheart, come join me", she pats the empty space next to her.

He joins her, reluctantly, his movements stiff all of a sudden. Ken loves how calm and in peace y/n seems to be and he doesn't want to bother her with...his situation.

What I'm saying is, his dick is still in his boxers -that are wet with tons of precum-, rock hard and aching, asking for attention and twitching when y/n simply presses a kiss on his neck.

"Ken, lovee..." she purrs at him, turning her body so that she can face him, resting her head on one hand, cupping his face with the other.

Ken leans into her touch and closes his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. When he reopens them, his eyes are pleading her silently, like he's a puppy desperate for a treat.

It's time for y/n to take the lead for one more time. She lets the hand on Ken's cheek fall, lazily trailing over his chest, drawing some random shapes, moving lower, teasing his abs, the muscles tensing where she touches them, then his lower abdomen, her touch so gentle it almost tickles him.

She's taking so long and Ken has been waiting for too much time (all day in Barbieland, while her friends were here and then when he was pleasing her). He can't stand it anymore, it's too much to handle. He almost cries out, ready to beg her to finally give him what he's so desperately craving. He exhales deeply, grabbing her wrist, firmly but without hurting her.

"Y/n- I can't-... Please, I can't..."

Y/n's other hand starts to massage his (swollen by now) balls.

Ken growls deeply, back arching, squeezing her wrist enough to leave his fingertips printed there.

His whole body seems to be flushed and he has unconsciously begun rocking his hips forward, an attempt to feel some sort of relief.

"Ken, should we stop?", y/n is genuinely worried. (Ken's face is a deep red and he whimpers like he's being fucked already)

"N- no, OH Y/N PLEASE

touch me, I can't- can't breath...mhmmmmm"

He lets a sound like crying, his head falling back as y/n finally takes hold of his cock. His underwear flying in the air and out of sight.

She stays sitted beside him, muttering sweet nothings to him, trying to make sure he doesn't pass out.

Y/n starts giving Ken a handjob, but without much teasing since he's already so worked up.

As she pumps him, Ken can't stop moving. His head is thrown back as silent screams leave his lips, eyes squeezed. Ken's left hand is holding onto y/n's booty, like he's scared of all the pleasure shooting through his body.

More. More. More. He feels like he's gonna -literally- explode.

She stops. The whimper Ken voices is enough to make her all wet for the second time tonight. (And also loud enough to wake up the neighbors.)

"Why, why did you stop?", Ken almost breathes out the words instead of speaking them. He even looks offended that y/n stopped, still holding onto her thigh.

"'Cause I have an idea"

Silence.

"Ken, we can still orgasm together, if we...have sex."

Ken immediately sits up, looking incredulously at his beloved girlfriend.

"And what if I'm not good at it y/n?!"

"You've been so so good for me so far sweetie pie. We'll figure it out together, it's like I explained to you."

"Right"

Ken replays all that y/n has taught him. He is petrified, but the trust he has on y/n (and the need to finally orgasm himself) are enough motivation for him.

"Let me start"

She nods, sweat glistering skin, her y/h/c hair sticking on her face.

Ken is ready to make an impression. He's happy to see she is as destroyed and needy as he assumes, looks himself.

Grabbing her waist he brings y/n closer, kissing her without trying to make it clean or precise. And what he does next is a new to him. (aka burst of confidence)

Ken isn't content with JUST kissing her on the lips and he starts exploring the rest of her beautiful body, with his hot mouth.

He has been waiting for this, he has worked for this, he deserves this.

In a state of delirious trance, Ken licks, nimbles, sucks and bites y/n's body like he'll die if he stops.

First the column of her neck, second her collarbones and arms, all the way to each palm and back up. Her tits are being worshipped longer than the rest of her. Ken starts by giving them gentle squeezes, his palms able to fist them whole. Then (mimicking the movements he had performed while he was playing with her sex), he rubs the pads of his fingers on what he knows is called 'the nipples'. Y/n moans his name, scratching his back like a cat. Her nipples are darker after that, and harder too. Just like he did with her clit, he is now sucking at them, lapping his tongue against them, y/n shuddering at the sensation, too overwhelmed to say anything but faintly utter "...so good"

And we all know that's all Ken needs to hear.

Next is her stomach, an unexpectedly soft and smooth area that Ken appears to love as he kisses every centimetre of it. (Y/n's insecurities leaving her body along with the sweet sounds she's making for Ken)

He also mumbles his thoughts against her skin.

"You're so soft"

"Your smell's making me feel lightheaded"

"So beautiful, so gorgeous, thank you, I love you, I love you, I love you "

After spending some time on her thighs, leaving a trail of marks on them (his favourite part of y/n's masterpiece of a body), he's tempted to taste her juices again. However, he decides against it, both of them too tired to waste any more time on foreplay.

Ken climbs back up, supporting his body with his muscular arms as he's hovering above y/n.

"It's time"

Y/n captures his lips in a long kiss, while grabbing his dick, guiding it to her entrance. (There is no need to use protection, Ken's not meant to give baby dolls.)

The head of his cock is in contact with her pussy now, but not inside yet.

Y/n believes she'll die from all the anticipation, but she wants to make sure Ken's first time will be a good memory for him to recall and not an awkward mess.

His forehead is resting against hers.

"Ken?"

"Will I hurt you, when I push in?"

She plays with his hair, reassuringly.

"It's all gonna be happy screams"

Y/n can feel him smile. She really adores that dork.

They readjust their position a bit, so that they're holding hands. Fingers intertwined.

Oddly enough, Ken maintains eye contact as he very slowly pushes his length (quite long and thick too) inside her tight hole.

They simultaneously gasp at the sensation.

Ken grunts, going deeper and deeper, his entire body trembling on top y/n's smaller one.

He's forcing words out when there's no air for them.

"You okay?"

"Hell yeah"

And that's it, he's as deep inside her as it goes. His libido is taking over, but he tries to fight the urge, unsure of what he's supposed to do next. Ken's looking down at y/n, the blue almost entirely gone from his eyes.

Below him, y/n is experiencing new levels of being stretched out. She's gasping for air. If her pussy struggles to adjust to the feeling she pays no heed to it. She feels so full and so so so so good.

Y/n knows neither of them can last very long, their bodies being on edge for hours.

"Ken, Ken my baby, please!"

Her usually more composed self fails her. She's pleading Ken to use her for his own pleasure. Every nerve on her body is going crazy, she's almost shaking without Ken even having moved inside her.

"Please what?"

Ken's voice is so raw, almost demanding, his obedient and bashful self giving space for this new version of him.

"Please fuck me like you only can!"

(She's ashamed to sound like a whore but she needs him to start moving inside her.)

Ken growls at that, a sound that feels laboured (and sexy).

With their hands still clutching tightly, Ken pulls back, leaving only the head of his dick inside y/n, before pushing back in.

He moans loudly at the feeling. So does she.

He's not sure he can do it.

Ken's body feels like it's gonna collapse on y/n at any given moment, trembling like he's dying from cold weather, even though he is in so much heat his vision is blurring.

"Oh my God Ken! Do that again!"

He's sure he can do it.

For the next ten minutes or so, Ken is thrusting inside y/n. His pace is fast, showing just how needy he is.

For y/n, keeping her eyes open is becoming harder and harder. Ken's dick is hitting her g-spot frequently. All the moaning and crying out Ken's name are definitely going to leave her throat sore.

Ken is vocal as well. His moaning is loud and the whimpers always present. And how could they not be?

As he continues to thrust inside y/n's perfect hole, he feels the familiar sensation gathering at the pit of his stomach.

He's going to 'cum' very soon. He's proud he can understand his body's reactions, thanks to y/n's teaching.

Ken's head finds shelter in the crook of y/n's neck, as he tries to muffle a series of "Oh crap- oh crap- of crap- OH- shit- shit-"

He is being milked. The way his cock is being tightly squeezed by y/n's pussy making him see stars.

Y/n is also feeling a second orgasm rapidly building up inside her. The satisfaction that they're actually going to come together is surreal.

"Ken -ah- make me -ah- cum AH!"

Her precious Ken increases his speed. And just like that y/n loses control of her body, as she comes without warning all over his cock. Pathetic whines and Ken's name, her mantra.

The spasms that electroshock her body and the tight space that is y/n's pussy, are Ken's last straw.

"Y/n! Y/n it- it's happening...

Mhm, Augh-"

His hands abandon hers so that he can steady himself, as he comes at last, spilling it all deep inside y/n.

Y/s is there for him when this happens, she knows it must be so overwhelming for him, his whole body shaking (hers still spasming as he thrusts into her after her own orgasm).

"That's it sweetheart. Oh- that was perfect Ken, so perfect. It's alright, I told you you could do it"

Ken -finally- collapses on top of her. He's nuzzled up on y/n's breasts (the best pillow), arms around her torso, as she lovingly pets his upper back and arms, massaging them gently.

They stay like that for a good while, breathing going back to normal. Ken's cock softens again, leaving y/n's warmth when he changes his position.

Y/n breaks the comfortable silence.

"We should go get cleaned up"

"I love you"

"I know"

"And you're not gonna say it back?"

"Only if you get your handsome body off me"

"But I've found the perfect position to sleep in"

"Ken, for God's sake, you'll squeeze me to death"

"Fine..."

He gets off her and off the bed, making dramatic noises. Y/n mimics his actions seconds after him.

They end up showering together, giggling and having fun like little kids.

After a failed attempt from Ken to wash y/n's hair, after the "I love you" y/n owned him for not letting her suffocate beneath him and after getting dry and into clean clothes they are both too exhausted to do anything else.

They just get comfy under the covers, this time Ken being used as a pillow. Y/n is laying her head on his chest, just where his heart is, Ken's heartbeat lulling her into a deep sleep. Our lucky Ken, has his arms wrapped around y/n's frame, nuzzling the top of her head, inhaling the flowery scent of her shampoo, feeling his eyelids getting heavier.

He knows that he won't be waking up next to her in the morning, but he's immune to the disappointment for now.

He would leave Barbieland forever if that meant he could always be by y/n's side. But that's a thought for another time.

notes~~

THE END!!!

I hope you had fun reading this shameless smut. I'm proud of it actually, bc I brought an original idea to the table with Boytoy. 😁

I'm sure there are grammar and spelling errors, but since English isn't my first language, it's okay.

And yes it's a chunky part, but I didn't want a fifth one. I can write a small epilogue though, a happy ending if you will! Let me know in the comments 🫶 (UPDATE; bonus part is out!!!!!)

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llightshower · 11 months

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hq boys kinks <3

pairings: aged up!oikawa/ kenma/tobio x afab!reader

warnings: oikawa: corruption, VERY SLIGHT sub oikawa / kenma: heavy dom ken, restraints & cnc / tobio: heavy sub/ switch themes

oikawa

- corruption

the pride he has in being your first time, he just loves it

- eye contact

making you look at him while you cum just sends him through the roof, seeing all the faces you make

- praise

goes both ways, you telling him how good he is, or how cute he is boosts his ego- and he loves to remind you how cute you look

- edging

seeing you almost cum but then never letting you <333 (or, if he lets you top then he loves being edged too. the way his gorgeous moans fill the room!)

kenma

- restraints

this guy loves tying you up, he loves seeing you so vulnerable for him. the way you try to touch yourself but can’t

also idk if this goes under restraints but ball gags.

- toys

leaving you with a vibe in you, or rubbing on you while something is in you!! he perfectly understands that toys are there to make you feel better and uses them to their full ability.

- 3some

him n one more person or even like two other people. he loves seeing you be fully dominated.

- somno

he loves when you give him handjobs in his sleep or fucking you in your sleep.

tobio

- overstim

this guy is a switch but such a sub, the way he whines and whimpers when you keep on going after he cums.. is heavenly.

- restraints

goes both ways, you tying him up and him being completely helpless or you tied up and getting overstimulated.

- hate sex

this guy gets mad often n lovessss to take it out on you in bed. he gets rough!!!! orr if you’re topping, he loves when you’re aggressive.

- cockwarming

just leaving his cock to twitch in you after he’s done, it’s overstimulating for the both of you.

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celestiaras · 1 month

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‧₊˚✧ ❛[ head spinning, heart full ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by 🖤❗️ anon (at the end) ˚₊ ⊹

ft. hex haywire x gn! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ hex likes to act out on purpose just so that you’ll punish him┊1.3k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub hex┊masochism (hex), this is pretty filthy, established relationship, bratting/brat taming, degredation, spitting (in his mouth-), edging & handjobs, bondage (shibari) & blindfolds, mentioned pictures, dacryphilia, impact play (spanking), mention of safe words, hair pulling, hella rushed ending

➤ author's note: i like the idea of a guy who is bigger than me getting bent over my lap and spanked idk you’re just as bad as me if you’re still reading┊first part inspired by this (clip)

masochist! hex haywire who will take any opportunity to rile you up with a sly smirk on his handsome face, he loves being a mischievous little shit and getting in trouble. his absolute favorite method is teasing you in public, running his fingers up your thigh, wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering about how much he wants you with his low, husky voice— anything really that was subtle enough to go noticed by others, but had you flustered and glaring at him to cut it out. he really is the worst, relentless in his pursuit to get you just as horny as he is until you pull him into an isolated corner for a quick fuck. sometimes you even threaten to chain him up in front of everyone like the mutt he was if he was that much of an attention whore, but that always gets him even more excited and enticed to continue his vexing behavior more intensely.

masochist! hex haywire who everyone thinks is in charge of the relationship since everything about him screams dominant, from his mannerisms to has people yielding for him to his towering presence that has them in his shadow. he’s so tall and handsome with a gentle and mature personality to balance out his flirtatious streaks, any synonym of “submissive” simply doesn’t feel right when he’s the subject of the sentence. however, he’s only like that in the public eye to keep up the appearances, because behind closed doors when there isn’t a soul to witness the drastic change in behavior, he’s your obedient toy who’ll eagerly take anything you throw at him with a pliant smile on his face. the contrast between him in and outside the bedroom is so drastic that it almost makes you laugh whenever you think of it.

masochist! hex haywire who likes to play innocent when you finally drag him home, pretending that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about and feigning shock you begin to tear his clothes of then tie up him up. if he really wanted to, he could fight back and turn it on you, it would be so easy to have you writing under him and apologizing for being so mean to him after he was only being playful. you both know that he won’t: he wants you to pin him to the bed, he wants you to be cruel to him, he wants you to toy with him like a ken doll, he wants you to make him suffer as punishment for trying to embarrass you earlier, and he wants you to step on him while degrading him for being a filthy manwhore.

masochist! hex haywire who can’t even express how euphoric he feels when you narrow your eyes at him and look at him like dirt, pinching his chin to force his mouth open and spit a glob of saliva on his tongue then watching him swallow it gratefully. his nude body was splayed out on the queen-sized mattress like a work of art with the ropes bound around his limbs, the ribbons digging into his flesh and wrapped around his limbs in an intricate pattern fastened with knots that resembled little roses— all topped off with a blindfold fastened securely around his head so that he can’t see a thing.

masochist! hex haywire who’s so pathetic, especially when he starts moaning like a bitch when he feels your lube-drenched hand wrapping around his throbbing cock to steadily jerk him off. he has to bite on his bottom lip to hold himself back, bucking his hips closer to your touch but being restrained from doing so much as arching his back. it felt like torture, but it exactly the way he wanted, to be completely at your mercy as you retract just as he’s on the cusp of releasing. you know him too well, able to read the signs that he’s close like words in a novel, and you always know how to make the most out of that knowledge.

masochist! hex haywire who is truly a masterpiece, shivering slightly in the cold air even though he was hot enough to have his lungs heaving for breath and beads of sweat stick his hair after all of your edging (even though the bondage made panting more difficult since he was rendered unable to move an inch). the way the red from the silk and the marks littering his skin contrasted with his blue hair as well as the focus on his angry cock slapped against his stomach with beads of pre-cum leaking out the tip from your previous ministrations. he would probably blush to look down at the sight of himself if his vision wasn’t obscured by the black piece of fabric reminding you to quickly snap a photo so that you could show him later (bonus points if it was in public to make him feel just like you did earlier in the day because of him).

masochist! hex haywire who gets exhilarated when you tug on one of the ropes around his chest to pull him over your lap, breath hitching at your hand trailing down his spine as you ask him if he remembered the safe word in place. his heart was beating impossibly fast as he nodded obediently and answered it back to you, knowing exactly what you had in store for him and allowing a meek plea to follow it to confirm that he wanted this just as much as you did. even if he wasn’t blindfolded, there was no way to see how high your hand was raised for how much force was going to be behind it. all he could do was squirm in anticipation and have you hold him still, promptly smacking your palm against his ass.

masochist! hex haywire who jolted at the sudden sensation, surprised that you had already started without edging him even more. he could hear the sound of the impact reach his ears before the strike registered in his mind, a sharp whip cracking in contrast to the dull pain beginning to form. you gently rubbed circles around the area to smooth the sting, but not without telling him to keep count because you will punish him with however many were required for him to learn his lesson. maybe about ten would be a good start, giving and taking more or less depending on his reactions.

masochist! hex haywire whose voice becomes increasingly shakier with every heavy hit, swearing and gasping while sputtering out numbers. being unable to move or see only heightened all of his other senses, able to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and feel his flesh getting sensitive with just the third spank. he could only imagine how he looked slung over your lap and having his cock dripping onto the sheets below as his tender ass transitioned to a pretty rose color from his ivory skin, wildly blushing at the thought as he lets out a pained yet pleasurable moan with the fifth slap. you suddenly stopped your motions and tugged on his blue hair, making his eyes roll back to his skull behind the fabric as you asked him if he was ready to apologize for his bad behavior or if he was going to continue being a brat about it.

masochist! hex haywire who only chuckled in response. all he had to do was say sorry and you’ll let up? well, unfortunately for you, he isn’t going to ask for forgiveness about something he had no regrets about. you sighed at his blatant refusal, disappointed but not surprised, knowing that he was having too much fun to want to stop now. that’s okay though, the night was still young and you had plenty of energy and patience to discipline him even if it took all night. you always were able to reduce someone as stubborn as him to a crying mess that was just begging for your mercy with promises that he’ll never do it again.

request was [ i’ve seen a lot of images that hex oftenly uses that include him being tied up, and i’ve seen or heard somewhere that he likes to being tied up and suffering .. so may i req masochism with sub hex haywire? fic is completely up to you! ]

#📜. her works #hex haywire #hex haywire x reader #hex haywire smut #xsoleil #xsoleil x reader #xsoleil smut #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut

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flwersgarden · 2 years

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princess orders. ୭‌⋆*｡

pairings : soft yandere!eddie munson x hyperfeminine!female reader.

summary : eddie doesn't follow orders but when he is with you, well, he changes his own rules on obeying.

includes : dark themes, kinda angsty, mainly fluff tho.

author's note : i thought of this while listening to my mom's record of madonna and i just loved the idea so much i had to write something about eddie listening to her. this is my first (kind of a) long fic so feedback will be appreciated! hope u girlies enjoy it<3

for Eddie, school is not something important.

to be a guitarist in a band, he doesn't need maths, psychics, chemistry or one of those boring sub themes of math.

he sometimes would skip classes and go to the school's parking lot to smoke, paint people's cars or to sell weed.

“munson!” the harsh scream of his name shut his spaced out self. “Paying attention?” Mrs. Wells annoyingly asked, her glasses in the top of her head.

“Of course, why would I miss knowing about... ” His eyes went small as he tried to read what was on the board. “ World War II. ” His monotone voice made some students laugh, other roll his eyes while his teacher only sighed.

“Just, pay attention. ” He nodded, sinking in his chair while glancing at the classroom clock. Five more minutes until he sees you.

the reason he started showing up to these boring classes, doing his homework, showing up in time to school rehearsals or those stupid championships it's because of you.

you, beautiful you.

a lovesick smile showed in his face while his thoughts drifted to your existence.

you're probably in class listening to your teacher explaining some weird science thing, your legs intertwined with each other, biting your pencil trying to figure out what the hell are you learning.

oh, what he would give to be with you right now.

️️ ️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️️️️️️𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

a heavy sigh left your lips as you left the classroom along some other students, walking to your closer, wishing to go home and sink in bed; or to go to your boyfriend's van and listen to him playing guitar while you draw in your notebook literal hearts, stars, flowers...

your thoughts were interrupted to the heavy sound of your locker being hit by some jock.

“ so, y/n. ” you smiled, nodding your head as you hugged the chemistry books to your chest.

“ that's me! ” you enthusiastically said, a giggle coming out as your turned to open your locker; the jock moving himself to stand next to you.

“ well, i was wondering, some of us are going to go to this party. ” you nodded again, not really paying attention to him as you left all your books in the small pinkish inside of your locker. “ wanna go with me? ”

before you could even process what he asked, you felt another hand grabbing your waist.

“ move, ken doll. ” the voice of your boyfriend made you smile, turning to him as you closed your locker, squealing as you hugged him.

“ eddie! i missed you so much! ” he smiled triumphantly, wrapping his arms in your waist, trying to cover your pink lace panties that your skirt failed to hide.

“ i missed you more, sweetheart. ” he said back, ignoring the jock scoff before leaving with some friends of his.

“ nope, i missed you much more. ” you brought your hands to his denim jacket, closing the distance between the both of you with a kiss, a hard passionate kiss.

you'd think that by the way the both of you made out in school hallways you didn't see each other for a long time and not just for thirty minutes but well, for eddie and for you that's a lifetime.

a hard thud was heard as your back hit the locker, his hands gripping your short pink skirt, both of your bodies almost molding into one before the bell rang making you break the kiss and opening your eyes comically wide.

“ practice! eds, i gotta go. ” he almost whined, making his lips a thin line as he moved to the side so you could move. “ remember i end in twenty minutes— oh, could you get my pink lemonade from that place we went? ” at the end of your sentence you pouted as you always did when asking him to do something for you (which was almost every moment of the day), your pink glossy lips looked so beautiful eddie had to steady himself.

“ of course, baby. wan' me to get you a cake too? ” he asked with that crazy love showing in his eyes as he watched you open your locker again just to fix your makeup, closing it again with a dramatic gasp.

“ yeah! ” you pouted again almost smiling this time. “ you, eddie munson, are the best boyfriend a girl can have. ” you came closer just to kiss his right cheek, 'booping' his nose and giggling as you went to your cheerleading practice after saying a quick and soft “ g'bye. ”

eddie could die happy in that moment.

“ 'cause we're living in a material world, and i am a material girl! ” you hummed the rest of the song, now focused on finishing your nails as you painted them with the new nail polish eddie bought, a cute pink you didn't had before, this one had glitter on it!

your voice was something that always made eddie smile, doesn't matter if you're teasing him, explaining some movie you watched with your family, telling him about the new clothes you got, he will always pay attention just as long as he can hear your voice so, in this ocassion he had to endured the loud music of madonna you have being listening for the past hour.

seeing eddie in your room could be comical, a dark spot laying between your plushies, in a soft pink sheet with dark pink pillows; surrounded with a pink room, filled with posters of elvis presley, michael j. fox, river phoenix and paul mccartney, a big closet filled with different tones of pink, few white clothes too (those were ones nancy gifted you, smiling as she saw how excited you were of the soft material) and your iconic shoes with small heels.

there's a lot of difference between you and eddie as a couple, you are a big splash of pink with glitter while eddie is the black edgy spot you sometimes see. when you both began dating, some people in school made fun of it, thinking it was some mean prank you were pulling on eddie, everyone waiting for the punchline.

it wasn't until the whole school saw the both of you making out in the school's cafeteria that they confirmed it, in a gross way for them anyway.

you jumped out of bed when you finished painting your nails, giving eddie a kiss on his cheek as you walked to your closet, choosing your fluffy pajamas you liked to wear in this type of cold nights.

“ will you stay? ” you asked as you turned to look at him, taking your shorts and blouse off, an innocent look in your face.

if eddie was a beginner in your relationship, he would've mistaken what you were doing as a simple accident but he is better at figuring you out. the glimpse of mischief in your eyes always gave you away.

“ my, my, does my spoiled princess wishes me to stay? ” at the nickname you giggled, nodding as you put the pajamas on. he sighed, faking a (dramatic) thinking face as you whined, making your way to the bed with a pout. “ hm, i don't know if i should... have you been a good girl for me? ” he asked with a soft teasing tone in his voice, watching you crawl next to him in the bed.

“ i'm always a good girl for you! ” you whined again, looking up at him with those pretty bambi eyes and as you cuddled to him feeling the warmth of his body, you saw how a smile appear on his face.

“ well then, i will obey my little girl's orders. ” you laughed, that soft laugh you keep just for him to hear, he always knew the real you.

“ goodnight. ” after a small yawn you left your hands in his chest, resting your cheek in his shoulders while he turned the cute night lamp you had next to his side of the bed, kissing your head as he mumbled a goodnight as well.

eddie stayed there, staring at the ceiling and smiling a little for a few minutes before closing his eyes. he can take your mother screaming at him for sleeping in your room tomorrow — for now he just wants to enjoy the feeling of your body against his, the feeling of you and just you.

#yandere!eddie munson #yandere eddie munson x reader #yandere eddie munson #dark!eddie munson #dark eddie munson x reader #dark eddie munson

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kenslilove · 11 months

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᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Happy Birthday, Ken

a.n: sorry this is late. Ken’s birthday is on the 10th of may but I wasn’t active then… but I’m active now! And I thought I’d share my first piece of writing with y’all 💖 it’s been a while, so my apologies if this is a little rusty. I hope you enjoy it all the same!

w. fem!reader x draken, mostly fluff, implied NSFW at the end, use of daddy, dom/sub dynamics.

Draken wasn’t one to make a big deal of his birthday. Growing up, he never really had someone to celebrate with, and even when he did, it took him years before he actually told Mikey when his birthday was. It came out randomly in conversation when Mitsuya noticed that Draken’s birthday was the only one they never celebrated altogether.

“It's May 10th”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Chifuyu asked, curious with a cocked brow.

Ken just shrugs. “It’s just a birthday.”

None of the boys seemed to push it. And when his birthday did come around, a few “happy birthdays” were spared, as well as a couple of small gifts that Ken would always say were not necessary, but say thank you anyway.

But, you were a little different. Ken was special. More special than anyone else. And you always made it your goal to make sure he knew just how special he was on his birthday.

—

Ken rolled out of bed at the same time he did every day. When the rising sun started to crack through the blinds and always managed to hit him square in the eye every time. Despite the scowl on his lips and the furrow in his brow, he pulls the covers from himself, leaning over to press a fond kiss to your forehead as he always does.

It makes you stir only the slightest bit, your body now turned and face snuggled into the side of his pillow as if you’re seeking him, even in your sleep.

It makes him smile to himself.

He’s out of bed before thoughts of staying cuddled in bed with you take over. He’s quick in the bathroom, doing his usual routine of using the toilet, slipping on new boxers and sweatpants, washing his face, using your moisturizer, brushing his teeth and finally braiding his hair. It’s something that has become a ritual to Ken, tying off the black braid effectively before heading to the kitchen.

But not before he leaves one more smooch against your cheek.

He opened up the fridge, where the first surprise of the day occurs.

There's a small cake in there, covered in a layer of white cream. With his typical furrowed brow, Ken pulls the platter from the fridge to read the pink icing on top.

Happy Birthday, Lovey!

Hearts, smiley faces, flowers and stars cover up the rest of the surface, and attached to the plate is a heart-shaped sticky note reading:

“Take a piece to work! It’s white chocolate– you’re favourite!! More to come later!”

And your name is signed off with a little heart, as it usually is.

“Goof,” Ken murmurs to himself, and yet, the smile on his face is wide, basically, a full-blown grin as he cuts a piece for himself to add to his usual lunch. He brings the note with him too, just so he can reread it during his break and hear your voice in his head.

Once at work, Ken got his usual birthday hug from Inui, along with a clap on the back that causes bickering between the two for a couple of minutes. The two get settled into their grove quickly, Inui behind the counter shuffling through paperwork while Draken squats before a bike, inspecting its engine now that he’s fixed what seemed to be the problem.

“So, are you going to have a party?”

“Nah,” Ken responds, and it makes Inui’s roll his eyes.

“Sorry, is your girl throwing you a party?”

Ken snorts, shaking his head a little as he tightens a loose bolt. “I dunno, but probably. I tell her every year to quit wasting her time.”

It takes everything in Inui not to smack Draken across the head. Instead, he settles on throwing his pencil at him, which Ken easily evades despite his focus on the bike. “Cut that shit out–”

“Be grateful you’ve got a pretty thing wanting to celebrate you.”

“She is pretty, isn’t she?”

“Ken,” Inui says through a small chuckle, which finally gets him to look up. Inui has a lazy smirk on his lips. “She’s not wasting her time. She’s celebrating you because she loves you.”

Ken looks away from Inui then and doesn’t say a word. He knows, he knows better than anyone just how much you love him. And that's because he loves you just as much, if not more. Ken can feel the tips of his ears heating up, just the slightest bit, and even though Inui drops the topic at that, he can’t help but smile to himself noticing Ken work a little harder, his face gets a little redder.

—-

It’s right after lunch when a delivery is made to the shop, one that has Inui confused momentarily before he realizes exactly what it is. “Ken.” He called out, to which Ken replies by poking his head out from the backroom.

“Got my hands full Sei, what's up?”

“Birthday treat from your girl arrived.” There are only a few seconds between Inui’s declaration before he starts to hear things getting shuffled around quicker in the back. It makes him laugh to himself as he places the brown paper bag down on the front desk.

“Ah? But she already made me a cake this morning, this girl–” He stepped out from the back, a bit of grease on his fingers that he quickly wipes away on his coverall. The brown bag is one he recognized, the label belongs to his and your’s favourite coffee shop. Inside the bag are two drinks. A large black coffee, and a medium caramel latte.

And of course, one of those adorable heart-shaped sticky notes. How you worked it into the delivery bag will forever remain a mystery to the boys.

“Although it isn’t Sei’s birthday, he deserves something sweet.” Ken reads the note out loud, which makes Inui hum in delight, scooping up the drink and sniffing in its sweet scent. It makes Ken scoff playfully, shaking his head as he continues reading. “Drink up, handsome birthday boy. See you when you get home.” The words left Ken’s heart fluttering behind his ribcage.

“You’re so down bad.”

“Shut the hell up,” Ken replied in a gruff tone, with his brows drawn and his lips frowned but he still took a hefty drink of his favourite coffee, still slipped the note into his pocket along with the other note.

He was incredibly down bad.

—

Home time couldn’t come soon enough, so Ken was more than grateful to open the door, being met with the sounds of one of your favourite playlists, and the savoury smell of something downright delicious. It made him sigh in contentment, work bag dropping from his shoulder right in the entrance way.

“Little love”

“Ken!” You appeared before him almost as quickly as the squeal had left your lips. He had braced himself, arms held open wide as you jumped him. Your legs latched around his hips tightly, arms locked around his neck. His large palms cupped your ass, kept you held close to his body as his nose nuzzled gently into the top of your head.

“Hey, babygirl.”

“Happy Birthday, Lovey.” You murmur back to him, the sweet sound only making his heart do flips within his chest. That, and the feeling of your fingertips leaving heart-shaped outlines along the back of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He lifts his head and you follow suit. You’re both grinning at one another and Ken caves first, his lips slotting against yours. The kiss is sweet, and much needed on both of your ends. Your palms slowly smooth up the sides of his neck, while Ken’s pulls you in closer, unable to resist the urge to squeeze at the supple flesh of your rear–

“Okay okay birthday boy–” Your words are muffled against his lips, as well as the sweet sounds of your giggling. Ken pulled back, reluctantly, and couldn’t even help but pout as you wiggled your way out of his arms. “We gotta save that for later, okai? Your dinner is almost done!” And there you went scurrying off back into the kitchen.

“Oh is it? What did you make, sunshine? It smells fuckin awesome.” Draken kicks his boots off, following on your tail. It’s only now that he’s able to get a really good look at you, standing before the stove and multiple pans. You wear his apron, which is looped around your waist twice to keep it from falling. Underneath you wear that pretty pink dress he bought you for your last birthday.

Like you knew it was his favourite on you.

“Spicy curry of course, with a side of chicken wings!” You announce proudly, just as Ken loops his arms around you from behind, his chin coming to rest comfortably on the top of your head. “Chicken wings with spicy Thai sauce to be extact–”

“God, I love you.” It's spoken lowly, softly from Ken. He doesn’t let you respond, because he grabs your chin and turns your head, connecting his lips with yours once more. You giggle against his mouth, checks flushed as he pulls back just enough to playfully bump his nose against your own.

Something the two of you had done since you started dating. You can still remember the look of shock and distaste on Ken’s face the first time you did it, and now here he was doing it himself.

“I love you too, handsome.” Ken could have sworn there were little hearts in your eyes as you reply to him, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. “Now sit, sit!! I’m trying to spoil you on your special day.”

“Cookin dinner is enough baby–”

“No no no–” You interrupt him, taking his hand and dragging him to the table. He can’t help the chuckle that leaves him as you sit him down in his usual spot, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then scurrying off to the fridge to pull out his favourite beer. “We haven’t been able to spend the day together because we both worked, so let me spoil you, please Ken?”

“You know what would really spoil me?” He muses, using both palms to pull you into his lap before you have the chance to run off again. Your squeak only makes his grin grow in size, his lips leaving a little trail down the side of your neck, goosebumps forming in their wake. “Having my pretty baby in my lap. That would be a real treat.”

“In due time!” You whine back at him, and although it's so very tempting to just give into him and his sly touches, his wandering lips, you managed to break free, shooting a pout in his direction which makes his grin grow into that shit-eating one you’ve grown so fond of. “But first, want you to eat this dinner I worked so hard on.” The whine that stays in your tone as you start to pull everything from the stove leaves him laughing, cracking open his beer and taking a gulp as you plate the food for him.

Truly, you were too good to him.

“Oh, I’m gunna eat all of it, little love. Fuck I’m starving.”

“Good.” You replied, more than pleased as you set a steaming plate before him. “Eat up, birthday boy.”

You end up caving to half of his desires because rather than sitting in your chair, you sit right in his lap as the two of you have dinner. You chat like you always do, about work, about your days, slipping in laughter between bites and exchanging small kisses when you have the chance. You finish up long before Ken, who makes well on his promise and eats everything you made for him. His last bite of curry has his eyes closing in delight, humming around his fork as his free hand gently massages your thigh.

“That was the best fuckin curry I’ve ever had.”

“You said that on your last birthday!”

“Hmm, and I meant it then too.” He mutters, glancing at you to see a slight flush on your cheeks, a flush that he has grown incredibly fond of. “You know how to make a man happy, little love.”

“Don’t hold your breath.” You say playfully, which earns you an eye roll and a barrage of kisses that get sprinkled all over your face and neck. You start squealing, arching back in an attempt to escape only for one of Ken’s big hands to press up against your spine, pulling you in closer, making his kisses even more sloppy.

He only lets up when you suddenly nibble at his cheek, which would have caught him off guard had he not been very used to you and your affectionate biting by now. Instead, he just laughs, making a one-off joke about how the food must not have been enough if you were already munching on him.

“Alright, m’not done spoiling you lovey.” You announce, hopping from Ken’s lap as soon as his arms loosen up on you. He raises a brow at that, amusement still very much evident in his eyes as you take his hand again, leading him toward the bathroom.

“What’s next, beautiful?”

“You’re gunna take a long, relaxing shower with the new body scrub I bought you.” You announce proudly, pushing the room door open to reveal candles already lit, and fresh fluffy towels waiting to be used.

“Mmm, and you’re joinin me?” Ken questions, eyeing the setup. He notices the new products, and the love you’ve put behind every detail. It was one of the many things about you that made him putty in your hands.

That adorable flush was back on your face, and as a bonus, you even started nibbling on your bottom lip. “I wish lovey. But, I have to finish setting up your other surprises–”

“What could be better than a long, steamy shower with my girl?” Ken’s voice dropped an octave, to the one he knows sends shivers up your spine. He pulls you up against his chest, palm cupping your cheek and thumb rubbing fondly at your bottom lip. “Cause I don’t think nothin’s gunna top that”

The hesitation is evident in your gaze, that and the way Ken can tell just how tempted you are to take his thumb between your two plump lips. He loved that you were wrapped just as tightly around his finger as he was with yours.

But you fought off the temptations with a little pout, pulling from Ken reluctantly and pushing him closer to the shower. “You’re really tempting, you know that mister? But I simply cannot.” You start to tug at his shirt, revealing his abs and it makes him laugh with just how rushed you act suddenly. Probably an attempt at hiding how badly you wanted him. “Now get this butt into the shower, c'mon.”

“Alright alright, you don’t have to strip me.” And although he sighs, he pulls his shirt off the rest of the way. He leans down, lips puckered, and you happily give him a sweet smooch before taking a few steps back. You linger around enough to see him strip down to just his boxers, and he can feel you staring at him without even having to look at you.

You were so damn cute.

“Thought you had things to tend to, little love–”

“I do! I do! See you soon! Enjoy!” The way you babble out your reply and scamper so quickly from the bathroom just has Ken smiling to himself, chuckling lowly. Damn, was ever he lucky to have you.

He does as you tell him, and takes his time in the shower. The warm water feels so nice against his skin, and the new scrub you got him was just as good as you said it would be. It seemed to wash off all his stresses and anxieties from the day, leaving him feeling fresh and light as it washed off his toned body. He made a mental note to use the scrub on you, whenever you let him shower with you next (which in his brain, he wanted sooner rather than later).

He stepped from the shower, steam following suit as he rings the remaining water from his black hair. It's then that his eyes narrow in on another heart-shaped sticky note. Just the sight of it makes his heart beat faster, nibbling on the inside of his cheek as he reaches for it. “Little sneak… didn’t even hear her come back in here.”

He reads over the note, eyes widening a bit as curiosity starts to swarm his brain, clouding his thoughts.

Meet me in the garage, I’m looking for something to ride ♡

“Fuck.” Desire already laces his tone. He’s not one hundred percent sure what his sweet girl has planned for him, but her wording alone has him slipping on his sweats and a black t-shirt that you had so kindly left for him.

He slipped on his sandals to head to the garage, far too impatient to tug his boots on. And what was waiting for him was even better than he could have imagined. It had him stopping dead in his tracks, eyes a bit wide, cock visibly twitching underneath his grey sweats.

There you were, sitting pretty perched on his bike. You were wearing nothing, other than a pair of lacy pink panties, and a matching garter. And course held snug to your neck was your collar, the heart tag with his name dangling and reflecting the dim lights within the garage. You were nibbling on the tip of your finger, flush covering your cheeks and going all the way down to cover your neck and collar bones. Your feet shuffle a bit on the cold floor, legs spreading just a bit to show that the crotch of your panties was already wet, beckoning him forward.

“Hi, Daddy…~” You murmur shyly, and it makes Ken groan. In two strides he’s before you, palms swallowing your waist. He can feel how you shiver when his thumbs brush over your ribs, fingers already trembling slightly as they smooth up his biceps.

“Hello, Little love…” He speaks back, his lips already ghosting over yours, making our head tilt back slightly to meet his gaze as his hands start to smooth up the valley of your stomach, thumb nudging over your already perked and hard nipple. “Look at you…”

“Told you the last surpise would be worth it.” You say, your smile shy and a bit sheepish as your fingers smooth over Ken’s muscles, the little charm hanging from your collar dingling like a sweet bell to Draken’s ears.

“So worth it.” He agrees, keeping his hands on you even as you stand up. Your chest pushes up flush against him, making your breasts swell against him. That alone has Ken’s cock twitching in delight, licking at his bottom lip. His pupils were already starting to dilate as desire started to take over.

“M’gunna ride you… on your ride, Daddy.” Your voice is soft, still shy despite how filthy the context was. Ken made sure to make a mental note to praise you on that later, because he knew just how hard it was for you to put your dirty thoughts into words, and use your words. You were being such a good girl, just for him.

“Mmm, fuck yea you are.” His hands tighten on your hips once more, and to your surprise he hauls you back onto his bike. Your brows furrow in confusion when he kneels between your thighs, his name sitting in question on the tip of your tongue.

But that question quickly gets replaced with a soft gasp as Ken presses a firm, sweet kiss against the crotch of your panties. He even snags the fabric with his teeth, letting snap back against your pussy so he can see you jump a little, hear you squeal, just for him. “But first, Daddy wants his dessert.”

“B-But Daddy” You whine to him, but its a weak whine, your fingers tangling into his still damp hair to help ground yourself as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. His fingers tease at the pretty frills on the garter belt, while he leaves soft, open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. “It’s your birthday… I wanna treat you.”

“And you will.” He reassures, finally pulling your panties to the side to get a look at his favourite gift. Your cute pussy lips are already slicked up, strings of your arousal webbing together even as you flutter and clench for him. “But I need a taste. Okay sweetheart?”

His nose nudges your clit, and you moan in contentment, nodding quickly as your legs lock together over his shoulders. “Okay Daddy…” Before you become too fucked out from his tongue alone, you make sure to murmur to him.

“Happy Birthday, Ken, Happy Brithday, Lovey.”

“Thank you, Little Love.”

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haruchuiyo · 2 years

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Pretty warm feeling

Your boyfriend Ryuguji wants to feel you, are you up for it?

warning: nsfw!

content: big dick!draken, horny!draken, cockwarming, overstimulation, soft and fluffy at the end. petname usage such as: angel and baby.

soft dom!draken x fem sub!reader

reblogs would be very appreciated!

this was pretty fun to write and I hope you enjoy this :3

!NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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Ryuguji watches you as you lay chest down on the bed, scrolling on your phone as you swing your legs back and forth. You’re wearing comfortable shorts and a tank top. He looks at your pretty ass that is perked up due to your position. Your thighs, oh how he feels like having your pretty thighs wrapped around his waist as he makes you feel so good, or his head so he can nuzzle his face in-between them.

You feel a familiar larger body slump down on your entire back and you groan at the sudden weight. “Ken, you’re heavy, get your big ass off me.” You say as you still scroll on your phone.

“Angel.” Your man starts off, you hum in response as you still are attentive on your phone. “Can I put my dick in you?” You giggle at his sudden question, you put down your phone and try to turn your head to have a look at him.

“What do you mean by that?” You ask as you are now laying your cheek on the pillow and watching your pretty man.

“I want to feel you around me.” He softly asks as he twirls your hair in his index finger. “Just feeling.” He clarifies before you could say anything else.

“Come here.” You say but speak again. “Get off me first.” You chuckle as he eagerly gets off your back and sits down on the bed.

“Lean back down.” You say as you take off your short. He looks at what you’re doing attentively, as he leans back against the headboard.

“You sure about this?” He asks, his voice soft as he watches you. You nod your head. “Wouldn’t tell you to lean back, would I?” You smile genuinely at him. You take off your panties and when you’re done, you get on top of his crotch. He tugs down the edge of his own shorts and you pull out his already hardened dick. He removes his shirt shortly after and you look up to look at his chest and swoon over it, which makes him chuckle in amusement.

When he sees you look down at his cock once more and the way you softly held it in your hands. “Can you give it a kiss?” His voice seem almost like he is in desperate need of it. You nod your head as you lean your head down and kiss the tip of his cock. You hear his breath hitch and he goes to place his hands on the back of your thighs. Then you steady yourself on your knees as you slowly slide his cock inside of you.

“Feels good, baby.” Ryuguji softly says as he slides his hands up to your ass and softly gives it a squeeze. You could only give him a soft smile as you get adjusted to his big size, he is still not fully inside you but when he is, both of you could only sigh in content. You lean forward on his chest, placing your cheek on his collarbone as you trace random patterns on his chest. You feel him pull his legs up as he could be more comfortable, instead of laying his legs splayed down on the bed.

“Angel, could you lean back on my thighs?” He mumbles close to your ears, his voice sending sensations down your spine. “Yes.” You breath out. Just at the feeling of him still inside you, still does things like when he is thrusting in and out of you. Before you could lean back you feel how he cups your neck and gives you a lingering kiss on your lips, then kisses the corner of your lips down to your jaw and your pulse point.

He pulls his head up and kisses you on the lips again and this time you kiss him back. “I love you.” He mumbles against your lips before he pulls away and you lean back as he places his hands on your hips. As you do, his breath hitches again and he tightens his grip on your hips.

“So pretty.” He mutters as he watches your cunt beautifully sheathe his cock. “I love to see my cock inside you, you take me so well angel.” He says as he rubs circles on your hips. And what he does after, oh my. He adjusts his hips which leads to movement of his cock inside you. A soft moan leaves your lips and he grunts in satisfaction before he softly grins when he sees your frustrated frown. He had after all only said ‘just feeling’. He traces his hands up down the sides of your body before he puts them underneath your tank top. His touch on your skin is phenomenal. Such simple touch is making you feel like your body is on fire. You feel his hands go up and you feel the fingertips of his touch your underboob and you whine at the contact.

“Please, touch me.” You plead as he happily obliges and fully touches your tits, plays with your nipples inbetween his thumb and index finger. You feel his other hand reach down to your cunt and is dangerously close to your clit.

“You’re soaking wet, baby.” He says he touches your clit and you buck your hips in response which leads to yet another movement again. A moan leaves his lips as you softly sob at the contact on your cunt.

“We haven’t done anything, look at you.” He coos at you as he rubs circles on your clit and you grip onto the shits, trying to hold yourself back from moving. He wanted cockwarm you after all.

“Angel, do you want me to move?” And as soon as he says that you hastily groaned out a ‘yes’. And he doesn’t hesitate to turn the both of you around, so you were laying down on your back and he was hovering over you.

“Please just fuck me already, Ken.” A few tears falls cause you feel so overstimulated already cause of him playing around his touches. He hastily removes his shorts and boxers before he goes back to you. You tightly wrap your legs around his waist as you feel him starting to move his hips. The way he reaches inside you makes you dig the heel of your feet into the small his back as you grip onto the bedsheets, moans and cries leaving your mouth. Which is now claimed rightfully by said man who is now plunging into you like a man starved. The kiss is messy, so sloppy but you love it. You cup your hands on his face and kiss him harder if possible. Feeling the familiar feeling inside of you, you tug at his black hair.

“ ‘m coming,” you moan into the kiss. He pulls slightly away, a string of saliva in-between your lips. “Cum with me, angel.” He mutters as he traces your face with his nose, inhales your scent as he keeps thrusting into you. He eagerly inhales you by your neck and when he feels the extra hardened tug on his hair, he knows you’ve come and he does so shortly after. And he leans his body on yours, still supporting himself so not his entire weight is on you.

You breath hard, somewhat not feeling comprehensive of the situation for a few seconds. And when you feel familiar lips place soft kisses up your neck and pecks your lips so many times, you giggle.

“You wanted this, didn’t you.” At your words, he grins at you and playfully kisses your nose. “When do I not want this, hmm?” He states as he goes to kiss you again and you chuckle. This time as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling your stunning man closer to you.

“I love you.” He says into the kiss and you nod. “I know.” You grin at him as he looks absolutely flabbergasted at you. “Not saying it back.”

“Should I?” You pretend to think as he dramatically gasps and goes to smack kisses at your face playfully as you giggle.

“I love you.” You finally say and he throws a fist in the air in triumph and you look at him in amusement.

“And I know you love me.” He says as he turns you around so you were splayed on top of him and he hugs your body close to his as he wraps his legs around your body.

“Gotta pee,” you mumble against his collarbone, when you still feel his dick inside of you.

“Just a little bit more.” He mumbles.

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pee and clean yourself and your partner up after sex, or y’all get sti and we don’t want that, do we ? *hugs*

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