#they roam around and at night they come to sleep on the couch that’s been modified as a kitty bed

[my-wildflwr]

my dad and i sort of adopted to kittens but not really but they are the cutest little babies and i want to cry whenever i see them

#we give them food water and shelter but they don’t come inside the house bc of the dogs #but also they don’t spend the day here #they roam around and at night they come to sleep on the couch that’s been modified as a kitty bed #we have them some toys and i just saw them play with a plastic ball 😭🤲 #they are named wall e and garfield and we just don’t know where they come frown #x

[hysteria-things]

need a rough chris smut that’s kinda like the one u wrote for matt. that movie one where he kept restarting it?

maybe reader has been teasing chris all day leaving him super super needy but not needy in the way where he becomes subby, he gets tired of it and when they’re alone he puts her in her place and just edges her over and over again so she knows how he feels.

and he gets so turned on by her crying and shit and the more she does and begs him to cum the more he edges her

hes just a lil meanie :33!

RULE BREAKER

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!chris x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you’ve been such a tease all day, and chris is starting to get fed up. later that night he comes up with a plan… one that you’re not fond of.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, teasing, vibrator, orgasm denial, edging, dacryphilia, begging, spanking, overstimulation, choking, degradation, p in v, stomach bulge, unprotected sex (don’t be silly!)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,277

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: chris is mean in this sorry not sorry😇

sorry it took so long :(

chris isn’t fond of the game that you’re playing. you’re acting oblivious to it, but he knows damn well what you’re doing.

you and the triplets are on a target trip right now, and the two of you are at a different section of the store.

“should i get this?” you ask innocently, bending down in front of him to pick up a product that you certainly don’t need off the bottom shelf. wiggling your ass a smidge, he stares at you unamused.

you sigh, backing up into him and arching slightly. “or what about this one?” you stand on your tippy toes to grab another useless item.

he groans because when you reached up, your ass rubbed against his crotch. he grips onto your hips and pulls you closer. “cut it out.”

“cut what out?” you pout, looking at him with those fuck me eyes you’ve been giving him all damn day.

when he doesn’t answer, you sigh and rotate your body. “let’s check out.”

before walking away, he flinches once you grab onto his hard-on.

he was quiet the whole ride back to their house. matt is dropping you off since you’re sleeping over, but they’re going to film first. “thanks matt!” you exclaim, getting out of the backseat.

“i need to run inside real quick.” chris says, grabbing the target bag and following behind you.

once he shuts the door, you turn to face him. he yanks a box out of the bag and throws the bag somewhere. your eyes widen.

it’s one of those vibrators that one controls from their phone. you don’t even know when he picked it out.

he unboxes it and takes it out, pulling you to him by the waistband. you gulp, your eyes not falling from the toy. “when—”

“shut your mouth.”

you immediately close it, letting him reach down into your underwear to put the vibe in. you bite your tongue at the feeling.

he points his finger at you. “i’m going to go film a video. you are going to stay here. don’t fucking touch it, and don’t you dare cum. if i find out you’re going to be in big trouble, you understand me?”

“yes,” you mumble, looking down at your feet.

he grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. “what?”

“yes,” you repeat in a higher tone. he grins, kissing you on the cheek before heading out the door.

you’re so fucked.

you roam around the kitchen aimlessly, looking for a snack. it started as a gentle rhythmic feeling, like when you were on the couch watching a movie before and felt the vibration start between your thighs.

currently, nothing is happening, but chris has been edging you for about an hour now.

you tap on your phone that’s on the counter before you feel the most intense vibration yet, possibly on the max setting.

knuckles white as you grip tightly on the counter, your head falls between your shoulders with a loud moan.

you start humping the toy as if that’ll do you a favor. it doesn’t, but the vibration is so intense that your legs start to quiver.

a chance to breathe comes along when it stops, but it doesn’t take long for it to start up again.

despite your grip, you almost tumble to the ground. you squeal uncontrollably, the knot in your stomach forming like it has been all this time.

it’s too late to stop the knot from snapping, sighing in relief when your orgasm drips down your legs.

you thought you were fucked before, but now you’re really fucked.

chris fiddles with the controls on his phone, his brother’s voices blocked out around him. “can you get off the damn phone and listen?” nick asks annoyed, tapping his brother on the shoulder to gain his attention.

“hold on,” he replies, then he gets a text from you.

your leg bounces as you sit on chris’s bed, the door swinging open just moments later. he didn’t touch the vibe once you texted him, and it freaks you out even more. you look at him with wide eyes and he joins you. “take it out.” he demands, referring to the toy that’s still inside you.

you throw it somewhere on the floor, and when you do, chris yanks you by the back of the neck to pull you over his lap.

he quite literally tears off your leggings, and before you can react, a hand makes rough contact with your right asscheek.

you jolt while his hand meets your left one this time. “funny to assume that you can tease me all day and get away with it.” right. “but you were wrong.” left.

“it was an acc—” you cry out of pain when he spanks you again.

“be quiet,” he says through gritted teeth, spanking you so many times that your ass turns red and is tingling. he doesn’t care if his brothers can hear. there’s only one thing on his mind, and that is to punish you.

tears well up in your eyes, your arousal glistening on your pussy.

when he’s done, he throws you back flat onto the bed. you gulp when he unbuckles his pants.

you feel his body dip into the bed, hovering over you. the chain he’s wearing dangles freely above your face. “ch—”

“do you just not fucking listen?” he curses, rubbing his tip teasingly at your entrance. maybe you should shut up.

he has no problem sliding into you, and the moment he does you groan. he wastes no time to plow into you, arching your back the deeper he gets.

you start to lift your head from the pleasure, but he wraps his hand around your neck to push it down. broken moans escape your lips, your eyes fluttering back with each thrust.

chris grunts, loving the way your eyes fill with tears. “i’m gonna—”

“absolutely not,” he says, lifting your legs so they rest on his shoulders. this new angle doesn’t help with the feeling in your tummy. “hold it, slut. doesn’t feel good, does it? huh?”

at the last word, he pulls out and slams back into you. your cry out, your bottom lip quivering.

your hands scratch at his chest, silently begging for release. it sucks though, because you know he won’t give you one anytime soon.

“ple-ease.” you beg. “p-please. i need to—”

you’re cut off when he starts to hit your cervix, the bulge of his cock forming in your stomach. he smirks menacingly, taking his unoccupied hand and pressing it onto the bulge.

“feel how deep i am?” he questions, but your head is leaned back with whimpers leaving your mouth. your legs start to shake, being too far gone in the pleasure.

squelching noises and the slap of his hips on your ass bounce off the walls, along with your noises. “please, please, please.” you sob, your g-spot getting hit over and over again.

“no. don’t make me say it again, slut.” he says, getting more turned on by the tears streaming down your face. “this is what you wanted, no? you wanted to be fucked like a whore, and that’s what i’m doing.”

when you start clenching repeatedly around him, the feeling makes him shoot his ropes of cum inside you. he grunts, releasing his grip from your throat.

you inhale sharply, but then he pulls out of you. he shrugs smugly when you look at him with a plea.

“but—”

“you broke one of the rules i gave you, ma.” he walks by your head to wipe the tears from your face. “don’t pull shit like that again.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[bettysupremacy]

Omg imagine james doing something stupid (not much imagination needed there) and r is telling him of (lovingly) and he’s just like “yes ma’am🫡” and the others are like side eyeing him I just NEED james to call me ma’am in an argument

i hope you are having a great december so far my love

(not much imagination needed there) LOL

i could kiss you this idea is so cute thank you lovely

“Oh, my boy.” You croon to the mess tumbling into your lap. Softly, you brush some hair from his fluttering eyes. “What‘ve the evil twins done to you.”

“Evil twins!” Sirius gasps.

Remus laughs. “That’s a new one.”

You don’t look up from the sickly boy careening for your touch. “What did they feed you?”

He moans into you, muttering something you can’t pick up. He’s gone all right, ten shades of flushed and warm to the touch. It’s already a warm night, but this is no warmth that came naturally.

“We didn’t do anything.” Remus denies impishly.

“Puking pastilles again?” You eye them. “Do you know how long we sat by the toilet?”

“That was not our fault.”

“And neither were the nosebleed nougats?” You sigh. “Seriously thought his brain was coming out his nose.”

Sirius nods in agreement nose scrunching. “Not his finest moment.”

“Because of you.”

“Don’t start with me, woman.” His finger points between your eyes.

James is malleable under you, nose pressing into your thigh coyly. You see the corner of a smile as you fuss, guilty pleasure at your roaming touch. The room is hot, warm bodies passing and going as they please through the small flat. You fear he may run a fever, though that’s uncommon. James immune system is a rock, solid at anything thrown to it.

You press your hand to his forehead. “Has he had to much?”

The boys eye each other suspiciously. “Too much?”

You scoff. “To drink?”

“Depends.” Sirius shrugs

“On what!”

Their dubious behavior alarms you. These boys are up to something, or rather, were up to something, and now they’re avoiding dealing with the consequence of you.

“The substance.”

“Substance?” You sit up straight, shuffling the boy under you. He grumbles in protest.

“Potion.” Remus gives.

You frown apprehensively. “You didn’t.”

“We didn’t,” Sirius starts.

“he did.” Remus finishes.

Felix Felicis. They’d been talking about it a couple weeks ago, getting their hands on some. You protested, begged them, to forget it. It’s too dangerous, your voice of reason lowered their spirits, James you’ll be sleeping on the couch if you risk yourself like that.

“No,” You whine, fretting over the intoxicated fool. “how much?”

“Ask loverboy.”

“The whole,” James takes a deep breath mid sentence. “bottle.”

“Oh my god,” your eyes wide at the older boys standing. “he’ll be puking all night.”

“Maybe not..”

Your face drops into your hands exhausted. “Puking Pastilles all over again.”

“M’sorry.” James moans under you. “M’so sorry, lovely.”

“That was so stupid.” You scold lightly, hand coming down to flatten over his collar bones. “So, so, so, stupid!”

You're ruffled, shaken at the thought of him downing such an expensive, easily tainted, potion.

“Do you listen to everything they tell you to do?”

“No,” he starts slowly.

“Seems like it.” You bristle, pulling him up to sit. You look into his eyes seriously and he shuffles, nervous under your gaze. “Get a mind of your own.”

His fingers twitch at the hem of the dress you’d picked out tonight, squeezing it in his grip, grounding himself in reality. “Yes ma’am.”

Sirius scoffs behind you, shaking his head at Remus who looks equally perturbed at James’ extra affection. Under them, you wrap your arms around his neck surely. Besides the soft sent of sickly sweet potion, he smells of pine and cologne. You let yourself recognize his body is continuing to function as it should. Untouched, mostly, by the yellow inebriant.

“I can’t stand you, do you feel well?”

“I’m feeling better.”

You stick your face in his shoulder. “Be serious.”

“No, I don’t feel well.”

You sigh into him, pressing a kiss into his freckled skin. He won’t sleep on the couch tonight, though you aught to teach him a lesson.

“We’re going home.”

“What?” James frowns. “We only just got here.”

“D’you have another pool to jump in?”

He cringes at the memory of his fireball spree. “Kay, coming.”

You collect your coat and purse as you stand, leaving James to fend for himself behind you. “Felix Felicis isn’t a joke, one wrong tincture of thyme and you’re in St Mungo’s- James, were are your shoes?”

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[nadvs]

watch and learn (part four)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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Rafe is relieved that you don’t linger in the morning. He’s not one for pillow talk.

All you did was sleep next to each other, but waking up next to a girl to talk and cuddle is just too much for him. It borders on boyfriend shit, and he doesn’t do boyfriend shit.

He woke up with you pressed tightly against him, legs tangled, his nose buried in your hair. And maybe he did like it for a second, but that was just from the daze of part-consciousness.

Rafe lends you a pair of sweatpants on top of the boxers and t-shirt you’ve already wearing so you can deal with your door’s lock issue.

You leave his room without many words exchanged, thankfully able to sort the problem out soon after putting an emergency request in with maintenance.

Rafe spends most of his Sunday at the frat house, playing video games with his buddies. When Blake settles onto the couch, he pats Rafe’s shoulder. Rafe is focusing on the screen, but he glances at his friend for a second.

“I dm’d her,” he says with a grin. Rafe immediately clues in that he’s talking about you.

“I put in a good word for you,” Rafe replies, glad he has the game to pay attention to. He feels awkward talking about this. About you.

“Appreciate it, man,” he laughs.

“You thinking of, uh, dating her or…?” Rafe asks, tense but desperate to know if he might lose the best fuck buddy he’s ever had.

“Maybe. We’ll see,” Blake says. Rafe sees him typing from his peripheral vision, surely working on a message to you.

Rafe gave you the heads up, so when you’re sitting in your room reading an article for school, you’re not surprised when Blake follows and messages you on Instagram. You follow back and respond, open to getting to know him.

After dinner that night, Rafe texts you: cowgirl time?

You laugh. It’s a stark difference from the g-rated messages you’ve been getting from Blake all day.

You reply: i’ll be over soon

You’re holding Rafe’s folded clothes when you knock. He opens his door and takes them from you as you walk into his room.

“They fixed my lock,” you say. “One question for you, though.”

Rafe shuts the door and drops the clothes onto his desk, then picks up the wrapped condom he has ready and tosses it on the bed.

“What?” he asks as you sit on his mattress.

“How come you were cuddling me this morning if you hate it so much?” you say.

Rafe feels the tips of his ears burn with embarrassment.

“I wasn’t,” he says. It’s funny seeing him shy for once. It’s even a little cute.

He was embracing you pretty sweetly this morning. You woke up with his warm, heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders, his head nuzzled into the nape of your neck, his snores sporadic and low.

You know it was just a sleep-induced reflex in his tiny bed, but you can’t pass up a chance to mess with him.

“It’s okay to like it,” you joke. “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Rafe can’t have this conversation. He leans over, his hands on your cheeks as he kisses you. He’s not wasting any more time.

You let him push you onto your back, lying in the middle of his bed, your head resting on his pillow. Rafe hovers over you and grinds against you, his hard bulge pushing against your middle.

You’re already throbbing for him as his lips roam over your neck. You angle yourself so that he can have full access to you, and he accepts the invitation immediately, his hot mouth on your throat.

He’s slow and tender. This is a far cry from the man who immediately went to groping you just a few nights ago.

Your hands find his hair, raking through his soft locks as he kisses and sucks at your neck. He lets out a soft, nearly silent moan as gently graze his scalp. The sensation gives him goosebumps.

“That feel nice?” you whisper with a smile. Rafe can only nod. He didn’t even have to tell you to do it. He didn’t even know he liked it until you did it.

You continue to play with his hair while he kisses your neck. Rafe feels you writhing beneath him, as if your body is begging for his.

You take turns taking off each other’s clothes with earnest movements, your pulse growing even faster once his boxers are off, his cock raised and swollen. He lingers over you, eyes sweeping over your face, before he puts his mouth on your neck again.

He kisses and sucks, making you gently buck your hips against him.

“You gonna ride me, baby?” Rafe asks against your skin. Your yes comes out with a raw exhale.

His hand cups your waist, pushing to encourage you to roll to your side and switch positions. He settles on his back as you straddle him, feeling the underside of his firm length pressing against your stomach.

“Don’t be shy,” Rafe says. You look down at him with a hungry look in your eyes and nod. It’s exhilarating to see you hanging on his words; outside of sex, you gibe and pester each other, but here, right now, you’re in perfect harmony.

You pick up the shiny condom wrapper he left on the bed and he smirks in satisfaction.

“Put it on me,” he instructs. “It shows how bad you want it.”

You open the wrapper and settle on your knees to set the condom on his tip, rolling the lubed latex down his thick cock.

The sight of you holding him with one hand and rolling the condom down with the other makes Rafe’s brain foggy.

You thought you’d feel graceless turning to mount him in reverse cowgirl, but it feels natural and familiar now that you’re getting more comfortable with him, remembering this is all to help each other improve. You sink down onto him, body tensing at the feeling of him stretching you out.

You shudder, eyes squeezing shut, remembering how he encouraged you talk through it last night in the car.

“You’re so big,” you praise, voice breathy.

“Yeah?” he groans behind you. “You take my dick so fucking good.”

Your silky walls hug him perfectly, your body starting to rock. He watches your pussy swallow his girth, wishing you would go faster, but letting you take your time and adjust.

Rafe always went fast before, right to what he wanted most, but you’re teaching him that there’s pleasure in the lead-up, too. Coming up with the proposal to do this with you was the best idea he’s ever had.

You arch your back, trembling as you start to quicken your pace, sliding up and down his slick cock and gasping at the pleasure of him hitting so deep inside of you.

Rafe’s breaths are ragged as he watches your ass bounce with every slam. His hands are on your hips, but his touch is feather-light, letting you do it all.

Between your thrusts, you pause when he’s bottomed out to writhe and roll on him, enjoying every angle as he massages inside of you.

“Yeah, just like that,” he groans as you squeeze around him.

“Should I…” you begin. You look over your shoulder to see the dazzling sight of his quirked up lips, lids heavy, bare chest glistening with sweat. You remind yourself to stop being so nervous. “I’m gonna touch myself.”

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Good girl.” He desperately wants to watch, but he’s here to get better in bed, and putting your pleasure first sometimes is clearly something he needs to work on.

Rafe hears you moan, knowing you’re rubbing yourself. He looks up at the ceiling to keep himself from cumming from hearing your groans mixed with the sound of your wetness.

“Shit, I…” you say, your thighs starting to weaken. “Okay, you can help a little.”

He immediately bucks his hips against you, positioning himself so he can fuck you while underneath you. The pressure from him jolting up against you is like a drug.

“How am I doing?” he rasps. Your moans are telling him everything he needs to know.

“You’re… fuck…” you breathe, your body shaking with every thrust. “Perfect.”

The pleasure from your words quells him. He feels you clenching around him and he knows with certainty now when you’re about to reach your peak.

His hands are on the small of your back, fingers splayed over your skin, as you ride him into a mind-blowing orgasm. Every inch of your skin tingles as you cum, looking down at your hands on his sheets.

You eventually lift off of him, breathless, turning to look at him. Rafe loves that expression on your face, pure elation and fatigue.

“However you want me,” you tell him tiredly, eager to give him the same feeling you gave him.

“On your knees,” Rafe says. He doesn’t even have to think about it. You twist into position for him, cheek pressed against his bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

Rafe’s hand is on his cock as he guides himself into you, revelling over how pretty your cunt looks, so swollen and wet.

His hands are tight against your hips as he slams into you, making your body rock. He looks down to your face, taking in your profile as you accept all of him, your lips parted.

“However I want?” he mutters, panting as he pushes in and out of you. “That’s how much you love this dick, yeah?”

“However you want,” you echo, your voice raspy from tiredness. “Whatever will make you cum inside me.”

He slaps your ass, the lust taking over him, and immediately worries it was too much.

The low moan you let out tells him it was a good move. He smirks to himself, thrashing harder, balls slapping against you, bed squeaking beneath you.

You feel him harden and with a few more sloppy thrusts, he cums, letting out a tangled string of fuck’s.

He pulls out and you drop to your side, laughing out of bliss. You knew sex was good, but never that it was this good.

As Rafe cleans up, you sit up to find your clothes, utterly fucked out. While you’re sliding your top on, he sits on the edge of his bed close to you, boxers back on and blue eyes travelling over your face.

“So, how… was your day?” he stiffly asks.

You laugh. Hard. He’s so awkward about it, but he’s trying. It’s endearing.

“Aftercare,” you say. “Look at you go.”

Your laugh is contagious, making him chuckle, too.

“It was good. My readings are kind of killing me, but good. How was your day?”

You stand to put your pants on as Rafe watches you, his dirty blond hair tousled.

“Just played video games with the guys,” he replies.

“You know we’re here for school, right, frat boy?” you tease.

“What’s that?” Rafe plays along. You chuckle and nudge his shoulder.

“I need a shower,” you say. “Promise I won’t show up in a towel this time. Well done.”

“You’re welcome,” he says. You smile and roll your eyes at him before leaving his room.

Between gruellingly long classes and hanging out with friends in his free time, the week seems to get away from Rafe. Before he knows it, it’s Thursday night and he’s hanging out with his brothers at the frat house.

Someone mentions ordering food, and as a show of camaraderie, Rafe picks up the tab. As he sits at the dining table amongst large group of guys, Sam gets to talking.

“Rafe, you think we could go with your car tomorrow, too?” Sam asks. “You could fit four of us, right?”

“Yeah, sure.” Rafe figures that all the new pledges are going to get stuck with the jobs nobody else wants, like driving to certain outings. It’s only an hour drive, though, so he won’t complain.

The frat has plans to go south to Sam’s family’s lakehouse for the weekend. He’s only been part of the frat for almost half a month now, but Rafe is thoroughly enjoying having such a full social calendar.

“It was supposed to be just us brothers…” He shoots a look at Blake.

“What? You said it was cool,” Blake laughs.

“Who else is coming?” Rafe asks.

“Blake invited your hot neighbor,” Sam says. Rafe almost wants to say that you have a name, the reflex to defend you surprising him.

“She said yes?” Rafe asks, his tone hastily snide.

“She’s bringing friends, too,” Blake says, not catching onto Rafe’s irritation. “It’ll be more fun having girls around. Trust me.”

“Can I invite some girls, too?” another frat brother asks.

Rafe glances down at his paper plate, his jaw tight. If you start something real with Blake, this is over. He regrets not seeing you since Sunday. He should have taken advantage of the potentially limited time with you.

When he heads back to his dorm room later that night, Rafe texts you: soo ur coming this weekend?

You respond: what kind of coming?

You’re at Liv’s, talking about what to pack for the upcoming getaway. You’re only staying for a night and half a day, but you don’t want to risk forgetting anything.

“This one? Or this one?” Liv asks, holding up two bikinis.

“The red one,” you answer. Blake only mentioned that there’s a hot tub at the lakehouse about ten times.

You didn’t think you’d say yes when he first asked about this weekend, but when Liv and three other friends said they’d be up for it, you figured a getaway would be fun. Even if it involved a group of rowdy frat boys.

Blake mentioned it was supposed to be a bonding trip, whatever that means, but said that he wants you to come. You’re still not sure how you feel about him, but you’re willing to pursue it.

Your phone buzzes.

Rafe: lol shut up

You smile at the message.

“What’d he say?” Liv asks, a smile on her face. She knows you’ve been casually texting Blake back and forth.

“It’s Rafe this time,” you tell her. “Probably a booty call.”

You reply to him: yeah I’m coming. does that make me a frat bro too

Rafe: u wish

You: i do :( i really do wish

You see the bubbles on your screen telling you that he’s typing.

Rafe: come over?

You just got to Liv’s and don’t want to bail on her for a guy. So you reply to Rafe: can’t tonight.

Rafe’s stomach drops at the notification. Maybe you’re done. Maybe all he got was three nights with you, before another guy swept in to take away the best no-strings-attached sex he could ask for.

He feels better when you reply: but i’ll see you tomorrow :). Good. At least you’re not tied down to anybody yet.

When you pull into the driveway of the lakehouse the next evening, you realize the word house doesn’t cut it. Maybe manor would be a better fit. Or palace. The place is gigantic.

You and your friends pile out of the car and enter the storm of loud men enjoying uncurbed fun and excessive beer. Sigma Chi brothers are scattered around the first story of the house, but the majority of them are surrounding the kitchen island, bottles and solo cups littering the granite counter-top.

Rafe has to look away when Blake greets you with a hug. He hasn’t mentioned to anybody that you’re technically still hooking up, but now, being in the same room with both of you, he feels a competitive urge catch fire in his gut.

He thought he liked Blake. He doesn’t right now.

Thankfully, your friend groups seem to naturally merge together. The endless amount of liquor probably helps.

During a rambunctious game of flip cup that you decide to sit out, in the haze of your tipsiness, you’re not sure if Rafe finds you or you find him or you find each other at the same time, but you’re soon standing by the fridge together, tension thick between you as you watch the drinking game unfold.

Rafe can’t help himself. He has to ask.

“What were you so busy with last night?”

“I was with my friend,” you say. “What were you so eager to practice?”

Rafe cracks a smile, ducking his head so you and only you can hear his low, smooth voice.

“I wanna see how fast I can make you cum.” Arousal coils in your stomach instantly. “I bet I could do it in a minute now.”

He pulls back, his smile coy.

“We’ve had sex like two times-”

“Three.”

“Three,” you laugh. “And you’re that sure of your skills?”

Rafe simply nods, taking a slow drag of his drink.

“I don’t know where you get that confidence from,” you say, looking at him with feigned disapproval.

“You called me perfect,” he says.

“Doesn’t sound like me.”

The group playing flip cup erupts in a loud applause. You can tell which group lost the game immediately by looking at Blake, who’s laughing and excitedly shaking his friend by the shoulders.

You watch him, realizing okay, you definitely have a crush. He’s cute and charismatic and if the messages you’ve exchanged this week are any indication of his character, he’s kind, too.

Rafe is looking at you the entire time, at the smile on your face.

“And you like this?” you tease, looking back at Rafe and gesturing to the group of boisterous frat boys.

“You mean fun?” Rafe replies. You laugh. You can admit you’re having fun, too. But this is what you and Rafe do. You mess with each other.

“I couldn’t be around this 24/7,” you say.

“I’m gonna be when I move in to the house next semester.” Rafe realizes he’s waiting on your reaction with bated breath, to see how you feel about not sharing a wall anymore.

But he’s interrupted by Blake, who approaches you with a drunken smile.

“Why didn’t you play?” he asks softly, tapping your shoulder.

“For my own safety,” you reply. “You guys are insane.”

“She’s so rude,” Blake says to Rafe, who can only nod and take another sip of his drink to swallow down the confusing lump of anger he feels growing in his chest.

“You mentioned a hot tub?” you say to Blake, the promise of a warm soak sounding amazing. Rafe wonders what else Blake mentioned to you.

Blake’s smile widens and when he offers his hand, you take it and let him lead you out of the kitchen. Rafe’s fist tightens around his cup.

Liv and two other frat boys join you and Blake in the hot tub. You have fun talking and joking with them as your beer wears off. You notice Blake moving closer to you as the night goes on.

Things slow down close to 2 a.m. People start to retire to the guest rooms. Some don’t even make it and pass out on the couch.

Rafe is still awake when you come through the back porch doors in your bikini, your hardly covered body wet. The sight makes his groin tighten.

He’s standing in the dining room snacking on pretzels and you meet his gaze. He has something about him that strikes you every time you see him. He’s just so handsome.

He seems entirely aware and alert.

“You’re sober, too?” you say with a surprised laugh, pacing to the other side of the dining table.

“I am,” he replies. You lean over to take a pretzel, giving him a good glance at your cleavage.

Truthfully, Rafe cut himself off when he started feeling buzzed. He stayed awake and sober for you.

The moment he watched Blake lead you away, he knew he had to have you at least one more time before you’re spoken for. Nobody’s going to take you away from him any longer, at least not tonight.

So before Sam went to bed, he convinced him to give him the keys to his family’s boat that’s sitting in the water down by the lakeside dock.

“You ever fucked on a boat?” Rafe asks, his eyes glinting, his dimples deep. He holds up a key.

You put a hand on your hip, excitement flooding your every sense.

“First a car, now a boat?” you say, a smirk growing on your face. Is he seriously about to take you out this late at night? He’s insatiable. And adventurous. It’s thrilling.

“Come on,” Rafe rasps with a bit of a whine to his voice, stepping closer to you, towering over you as his hand drags over your arm.

You couldn’t say no if you tried.

(part five)

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[beomiracles]

thin walls, pt.3 final part

"when your new neighbour moves in he disturbs your peace and quiet ── however not all noise is bad noise..."

pairing; beomgyuxfemale!reader warnings; vaginal fingering, marking, unprotected sex, they fuck idk what else to say :3

note ─ this is a continuation to part 1 and part 2, I am forever grateful for the love this mini series has received and your sweet requests for more parts, this will however be the last and final part, please be understanding as I have other works I'd like to focus on and the fact that this was originally not supposed to be more than one part, love Serene •ᴗ•

The first rays of sunshine peek through the curtains, pulling you from your slumber. Yawning you stretch your body out and roll over only to be met by something hard. Blinking your eyes open a horrified expression paints your face as you come face to face with your neighbours naked chest.

Beomgyu sleeps soundly next to you, arm draped over your waist as he pulls you closer. What the fuck happened. Mortified you look down only to realise that neither of you are wearing clothes. Your mind starts racing as you try and piece together the puzzle of last night. You remember falling asleep on his couch, waking up and going to the bathroom, then you, oh. OH.

Your eyes flutter closed as you think back to the previous night, catching your neighbour so shamelessly getting off to you, and...and offering to help him. You clearly remember the way he'd looked up at you with such lustful eyes, the words "yes please, ma'am" leaving his lips as if they were second nature.

Him pulling you onto his lap, having you straddle his waist as his hands roamed your body: from your chest, down your stomach, to your hips, caressing your soft thighs before sneaking their way between your legs. Throwing your head back in ecstasy as his fingers find your clit, teasing it before he dips two fingers inside of you. The way he curled his fingers so perfectly, making you arch your back and grind yourself onto his hand.

You softly run your fingers along his chest, admiring the way it rises and falls with his rhythmic breathing as he sleeps. Long red lines cover his pretty torso, and you remember how you dug your nails into his skin the night before, dragging them down his chest as his cock filled your pussy so heavenly.

Rough hands on your waist to keep you in place as he thrust up into you making you scream his name. Leaning down to press kisses against his jawline, down his neck, collarbones and chest. Biting and nibbling at his soft skin, his now sleeping figure was blooming with red and purple spots, and you revelled in them.

Seeing your neighbour's face beneath you as you ride him, scrunched up from pleasure, his pink lips slightly parted as the soft whimper of your name escapes them. All the things you'd been hearing, imagining, fantasising about, were all happening.

Not caring about the fact that you weren't on the pill because when he so breathlessly asked, "please- let me come inside you", nothing else mattered. Steading yourself by placing your hands on his chest, feeling his muscles tense as he spills himself inside of you, the most sinful sounds leaving his mouth as you clench around him.

Laying on top of his toned torso as you both catch your breath, feeling his hands run through your hair and you close your eyes thinking, this is bliss. Falling asleep, naked bodies tangled together in a sweaty mess. And that's how you found yourself naked in your neighbours bed.

You glanced up at Beomgyu's sleeping figure, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. Suddenly a wave of realisation hits you and you shoot up, "oh my god!", you exclaim. A tired groan draws your attention to Beomgyu as he props himself up on his elbows. "Shit, do you always have this much energy in the morning?" he yawns. "What time is it?" you shriek as you try to get out of bed, only to be stopped by hand on your wrist. "Too fucking early for you to be actin' like this", he says in his deep morning voice, fuck it was so sexy.

Quickly shaking such thoughts away you try and wriggle out of his grip, "I need to go". Beomgyu sits up completely as he frowns, "was I that bad?" His words make you falter as your cheeks heat up, "I- no it was amazing I mean, you were amazing I-" you clear your throat awkwardly. He chuckles as he runs his free hand through his hair, "then why the rush?" "I have to get to work! I'm surely late already!", you finally free yourself from his grasp as you start searching his room for your clothes.

"Lookin' for something?" he drawls behind you making you turn to him. A shit-eating grin plastered on his face, as he dangles your panties by his pinky finger. "Give me that!" you scowl, attempting to snatch your panties back but failing. He shakes his head, "you can't just leave me like that, I'll be needing something to keep me company", he smirks. "You're nasty", you comment as you throw on you pjyamas from the day before, Beomgyu's smirk widens, "you love it".

Rolling your eyes, you resist the urge to smack him. Hesitating in the doorway of his bedroom you glance back at him. "I'm expecting you to return those to me when I'm back from work today", you say, crossing your arms. "So you want me to come over for a round two?" Beomgyu grins as he twirls your panties around on his fingers, "I- that's certainly not what I meant- I-", you stammer, "j-just bring my damn panties back to me or you're dead meat".

Beomgyu chuckles, "yes ma'am". He was dead set on that second round when you came home, but for now your panties would suffice.

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[visualbutterflysworld]

Break of Dawn | Vhackerr

Warning: smut, uhh just real smutty, unprotected(use birth control)

so…i may have gotten this idea from mj’s song and read some…unholy things about vin so yeah cheers.

Vinnie sighed as he finally shut off his gaming equipment and stream. He had been streaming since 7 and it was now 1 am. Knowing you, you were probably already in bed.

Drifting off, Vinnie imagines you in a little shirt. Barely covering your thighs. His bare hands roaming over the smooth skin. Your small whimpers. Vinnie quickly snaps out of it to find out that he now has a boner.

“Fuck.” He mutters before thinking of his next move. He could jerk off and go to bed or he could wake you up and have you help him fix his problem. Being the mischievous man he is he decided to wake you up.

He quietly makes his way out and to his room. Silently thanking Hera for opting to sleep on the couch tonight. He slowly opens the door and closes it behind him.

There you are. Laying so prettily with the moon shining from the window. He resists the urge to touch himself before he slowly crawls on top of you.

He first starts with small sweet kisses. Rubbing up and down on your thigh. “Y/nnn.” His voice rings out. “Mm.” “Y/nnn wake up.” He placed a light kiss on your lips. He feels you moving around almost fighting the urge to wake up. He moves down to your neck and slightly nipples on the soft skin. “Y/nnn, wake up darling.”

“Vin?” Your voice sounded so raspy which turned him on more. “Yes, love. Wake up for me.” He starts to kiss your lips until you slowly begin to kiss him back. “What’s wrong?” You ask before slowly opening your eyes. “Nothing, I just really missed you.” Vinnie now moves downwards.

“Take this off for me.” He tugs on your(his) shirt. “Mph. You do it, Mr. Needy.” You huff before yawning. “For you? Always needy.” Vinnie tugs the shirt up and throws it somewhere in the room.

You take in a sharp breath as the cool air hits you. You claw at Vinnie’s shirt and he quickly takes it off as well. Vinnie moves his head down and places a boob in his mouth. He twirls his tongue around the nipple before slightly biting it. You arch your back in response. It isn’t long until he’s down and ripping your panties off.

“Vinnie, those were expensive!” You yell slightly. “I’ll buy you more. Just relax for me, Princess.” And soon Vinnie’s mouth is attached to your clit. Sucking on it softly as you whine.

He smoothly puts a finger inside and hums at the ease. “Vinnie.” You go to cover your mouth for a moment before moving it to clutch on the sheets.

It isn’t long before he places another finger and you soon come all over. Vinnie helps you through your high as you feel your toes curl. You’re breathless almost, staring at Vinnie with a drunken haze as he sucks of his fingers. “Such a sweet taste. Always so sweet. Like chocolate covered strawberries.”

He places his thumb on your already stimulated clit, curling it slowly. You let out a small moan. “Do you eat chocolate covered strawberries every day? Is that your way of making me want to eat you out every chance i get?” Vinnie question and you only moan in response.

He pinched your clit as you don’t answer. You squirm from the feeling. “I asked you a question.” “No, Vinnie. I…just please. I need you inside me.” You grab his hair and give it a good tug. “Who’s needy now?” Vinnie chuckles.

It isn’t long until he’s stripped and soon inside you, bottoming you out. He waits a second before he starts thrust. “Fuck, so tight. Such a good girl for me.” He whispers as he wraps his arms around you. You’re in heaven. Your toes curl. Back arched. Begging for whatever it is.

“I’m gonna go nice and slow. I’m gonna fuck you all night long.” He says and you clench at the words. He smirks, “mm my pretty girl likes that idea? Letting me be inside her till the break of dawn.” You nodded rapidly as you claw at his back. “Yes. Vinnie please don’t stop.” You say as you feel your climax about to erupt.

“I know that face. My girl gonna come? Be a good girl and come for me.” You arch your back at his words. Before you come Vinnie quickly grabs your face softly to kiss you. Heaven is what you both feel.

It was gonna be a long night.

Okay go read the Bible now you freaks!

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[gavisfanta]

SLEEPLESS - PEDRI

summary: everyone has been wondering why pedri sleeps so rarely.

warnings: smut 18+, not proofread im lazy sorry

"Practice was tiring today" Pedri mumbled just as you sat down next to him. It was already 1 am, you just got back from work and ate something.

"Really baby? What did you guys do?" You asked and cuddled up to him in bed while looking at the tv.

It always went like this, you were a nurse and you had to stay in until 12 am but Pedri wanted to see you by all costs so he stays up at night, until you come home atleast.

"We just practiced shooting and Xavi wouldn't let us go until we scored that one perfect goal." Pedri rolled his eyes and then kissed your temple while he turned to face you. "What about you? Did Mrs May attack you again?"

You let out a small laugh while you snuggled up even closer to him, not being able to feel him close enough, ever.

"She didn't attack me today because she wasn't there. They let her go, her arm is fully healed. That means no more sassy ladies in their late 40s." Pedri couldn't help but smile while he looked at you, your eyes were focusing on the tv in front of the bed.

Then you tried to move even closer to him by putting your leg over his. "Babe what are you doing?" Your boyfriend asked after you were basically sitting on top of him.

"I want to feel you closer." You looked up at him, his eyes drove you crazy as they looked down at you. Pedri tried to maintain his excitement as you could mean many things with that.

"I have an idea of how you can feel me closer." Pedri smiled and you sat up so that you could face him better.

"Pedri, I'd love to but hear me out, we have been up too many nights doing things. Maybe we should take a break so that you can get rid of those eye rings." You cupped his face and then caressed his face with your thumbs.

"But I love doing things." He said sarcastically and that made you laugh while he laid you back on the couch and started kissing your neck.

"Fine," you exhaled deeply as you then pulled him into a deep kiss and his hands immediately started roaming that familiar body of yours.

Hot breaths and teeth clashing was noticeable while you two took off your clothes. Now being naked on top of eachother you turned things around.

You spun Pedri around so that he was below you on the couch, a wide smirk displayed on his face as he looked up at you, his hands sliding up your body as he took your tits into his hands.

"Needy much, unable to keep your hands away from me Pedri boy" You smiled and he immediately pouted and removed his hands.

"Go on then, let's see if you can ride me without help." Pedri mumbled and propped his head up on a pillow. That was probably a stupid decision since you knew that your knees would give out in less than a minute but your ego kept your hopes high.

So hovering above his dick with your pussy, you began to slowly sink down on him. Low whimpers coming from your mouth as you clenched around him.

Pedri smirked as he raised his eyebrows a bit. "Go on, ride me, show me what you're able to do." You started moving your hips in circular motions at first, he felt himself stretch out your walls and that turned him on extremely.

Then you started to hop up and down his dick, as you predicted, about one minute later you were running out of energy. Pedri noticed that you couldn't keep yourself up anymore, so as you sunk fully down on him and he was balls deep inside of you, he flipped you around. You below him, you were caught in a cage of his arms and legs.

"I told you cariño, won't be able to handle this big fat cock on your own, you'll need to be a good girl for me." Pedri leaned closer to you and whispered into your ear.

His hot breath sent shockwaves through your body to your throbbing clit which was basically asking for attention while Pedri's dick was still burried between your hips.

You whined as he pushed himself even deeper, his hips touching yours and he felt that you clenched around him again. So he rapidly pulled out and started thrusting into you at a rapid speed again.

The headboard hitting against the wall and skin slapping was heard in the whole building as Pedri fucked the shit out of you.

Loud moans escaped your lips as Pedri then moved his hand to his mouth to wet his thumb which he then used to rub your clit in circular motions.

You arched your back up against him and he sat back as he grabbed your hips and began to move you up and down his dick, while you were completely in a shock state.

Your upper body still on the mattress as he moved his hips against yours rapidly. "You're doing so good for me, clench around me sweetheart, I know you like it." And you did as Pedri asked you to, you clenched around him and that was when he let go of your hips and now your whole body was on the sheets.

"Yeah, good, like that, joder-" Pedri groaned as his thursts became uneven and then you felt his dick twitch inside of you. Warm ropes of his semen shot up into your pussy as you finally found an opportunity to catch your breath.

Pedri left his dick inside you as he laid down on you and put his head on your chest. He was out of breath too and his chest was rising up rapidly.

"Give me a second princesa." He kissed your skin and you nodded your head while running your finges through his hair.

You started stroking your fingers up and down his back, his skin was soft but a bit sticky due to the sweat.

Pedri then kissed your chest one last time and then pushed himself up from your body, lofting his bodyweight off of yours.

You whined as his cock moved inside of you, you still hadn't come yet and now Pedri was gonna make sure that you will.

So he locked eyes with you and then began moving his hips back and fourth while holding eye contact. his brown eyes staring you down as you moaned, however you were unable to look away from him.

As you arched your back up against, the tip of his cock began stroking your g-spot and a loud moan escaped your lips in that second.

Pedri kept hitting that spot while he kept looking at your eyes. As you finally looked back at his eyes, he moved them for a second to look at his hand pressing down on your lower stomach. Suddenly everything inside of you felt so tight and you clenched around him hard as you came.

Legs trembling as he pulled his cock out of you and pumped his hand up and down on his length until his head hung low, groans escaped his lips and his sperm spilled onto your stomach.

He leaned down to put his head against your forehead until your breaths slowed down and then he put his lips onto yours.

"Are you up for a shower?" Pedri asked and you nodded. Your legs trembled a bit as you stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

Pedri pushed you against the cold tiles of the shower while the water was running. His face burried in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin.

You whined as he then moved his hands to grope your ass, you pushed him back a bit and he looked at you, his lips plump and colored in a pinkish tone.

"It's 2 am Pedri, you have to get up in 6 hours." You told him but he shook his head and then put his lips on yours, making out with you passionately.

"One more round and then we're done." He told you and you exhaled deeply while making eye contact.

"Fine" But as you feared, it wasn't just one round.

the next day

"Buenas, is everyone feeling well?" Xavi walked into the locker room while everyone was changing. While the others said hello to Xavi, Pedri was sitting in front of his locker, rubbing his eyes.

"Dios mio Pedri, what did you do all night?" Xavi asked him and everyone around him laughed.

"Couldn't sleep." Pedri gave him a weak smile.

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[tomblythismyhusband]

CORYO SMUT REQUEST RAAHHH 🔥🔥🔥

okokokokOK i LITERALLY have coryo brainrot rn and i cant stop thinking about politician/president!coryo being too preoccupied with paperwork to take care of reader for like a week or so, so when she comes in asking to show him a new mini nightdress she bought (she’s clearly wearing nothing beneath it and only just goes past her ass) he KNOWS she’s trying to get his attention bc she’s neeeeedy and he tells her to get off on his leg while he finished up his work but she’s like “but i don’t want to ruin your nice pants” and he looks at her like 🤨🤨🤨🤨 BC HE COULDNT CARE LESS ABOUT HIS PANTS BC THE READERS NEEDS ARE MORE IMPORTANT 😭😭😭😭

i literally love your writing but if you don’t want to do this THATS OKAY

needy [politician!coryo x wife!reader]

[summary]: politician!coryo x wife!reader | You had been feeling extra in need of your husband, Coriolanus’ affection. He’s been so busy with work yet he still finds a way of making you feel better

[warnings]: MDNI, 18+, thigh riding, language, kissing, praise!kink

[wc]: 1.9k

[note]: the way i JUMPED to write this request. TYSM i’ve been aching to write for coryo sm.

As you walked down the halls of the Snow manor you couldn’t help but realize that you hadn’t seen your husband, Coriolanus in forever. With his rapid rise in status within the Capitol, you were able to see him less and less. Your husband was always buried in work. Whether it was meetings, late nights in the study, or business trips, he was eating sleeping work at this point.

As you passed his study, you frowned at the closed door. You thought about how you used to visit him all the time as he worked until he had labeled you a “distraction”. Now you would roam the halls or take shopping trips with your friends just to find contentment away from your husband. You couldn’t deny the fact that you yearned for his attention, but you also knew it wasn’t like Coriolanus to leave his work.

You made your way back to your bedroom- well, Coriolanus’ and yours. Not like he ever slept in it though, not when there was a perfectly good couch in his study. Even though you felt a little pained he spent so much time working, you knew it was because he was extremely determined to become President of Panem. And you supported him.

When you entered the room you were removed from your thoughts at the sight of your maid Anita putting away the clothes that you had bought that morning on a little retail therapy trip.

“Oh- Please Anita, I can do it.” You said cheerfully to the woman as she took clothes out of bags and folded them.

Anita glanced up at you with surprise. “Are you sure Miss Snow?”

You nodded, taking a stack of folded dresses from her hands gently. “I would be happy to do it. You work too hard around here.”

The woman smiled at your words and gave you a slight bow. “Thank you.” She started to leave the room when you called out her name one last time.

“Oh! And Anita?”

Anita turned her head with interest.

“Take the day off.” You said winking at her, giving her a smile. A grin spread on the woman’s face as she whispered a “thank you” and left.

With the maid now gone you flopped down onto the bed, setting the folded stack of clothes beside you. If only it was that easy to have Coriolanus take the day off. He was the type of man who needed valid reasons and an overwhelming amount of convincing.

You sat up again, starting to sort through the contents of your shopping bags. Your eyes landed on the bag from a designer lingerie store you had visited that morning. You bit your lip as you pulled out a simple nightdress from the bag.

It was a tiny thing, short. It was soft as well, perfect for lounging around the house. You stood up, holding up the dress. Maybe this was the leverage you needed for Coriolanus to pay attention to you. Yes. This was it.

You set it back down neatly and started to strip, removing every garment of clothing before slipping the thin silk night dress over your body.

Walking over to the mirror you couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the sight. The way the dress hugged your curves was perfect. It was black, with delicate lace trim around the edges of the low cut neckline and bottom. You turned to the side, to see how the dress fell just below your ass. Without any underwear on, the dress definitely exposed a lot more than you were used to.

“Perfect.” You murmured, gazing at yourself some more. Coriolanus wouldn’t be able to resist you. Well- that was your hope at least.

Tonight. Tonight you would enter his office, where you knew he would definitely be. You squeezed your thighs together at the thought, definitely feeling all hot and bothered. You’d get him to finally pay attention to you, whether he liked it or not.

The clock had finally struck 11 at night. Coriolanus sat at his desk filling out paperwork for his upcoming campaign. His eyebrows furrowed as he worked, adding a soreness that he ignored. Time seemed to pass by quickly as he worked. He hadn’t realized how late it was until he heard the clock.

Coriolanus massaged his temple slowly. Guess he would just sleep in the study again. He had too much to do to go to his own bed tonight. This study had become his home, his safe place. He was in his own world when he worked.

Coriolanus’ thoughts were soon interrupted when he heard the door creak open. He didn’t look up, assuming it was the butler bringing him his nightly tea. He then heard the door’s lock click.

This caught his attention. His eyes flicked up and immediately widened at the sight of you, his wife, clad in a black nightdress. His gaze skimmed over the delicate details of the garment as well as how your body looked in it. He couldn’t ignore the points of your breasts, the slope of your waist or the display of your legs. His cock twitched in his pants as he looked at you silently.

“Hey.” You said softly, a coy smile pulling at your lips as you walked over to his desk.

Coriolanus leaned back in his chair, head tilted at the sight. “What’s this?”

His voice was strained, he was obviously affected by the way you presented yourself to him.

You looked down at your dress. “I went shopping today, do you like it?” You looked back up at him, anxiously awaiting a response.

Coriolanus gulped. You were tempting, so unbearably tempting. He felt even more conflicted as you did a little spin, flashing the bottom of your ass to him.

He ran a hand through his blonde curls, letting out a breath. “Darling you look- you look..” He couldn’t find the words. He’d never had his breath swept away from him like this before.

He then snapped out of his trance. He was too busy for this. He could obviously see how needy you were at the moment too.

“Darling, you look great. But I need to get back to work.” Coriolanus said quickly, turning back to his stacks of papers before him.

You frowned. You swore you could see the lust in his eyes.

“You're always working.” You sighed. “I never see you anymore.” You placed your hands on the edge of his desk, bending slightly. “Is it so bad that I want to spend time with you?”

Coriolanus looked up at you. He could hear the intense amount of desire in your voice. It seemed that this was your last resort to get him out of his work. Coriolanus thought for a moment.

“Come sit on my leg.” He said finally.

Your eyes widened with surprise. “What?”

He leaned back in his chair again, placing his hands on his thighs. “You're obviously in need. So get off on my leg while I finish up work.”

The way Coriolanus said this was casual, almost like he was sharing the information as if it was the only logical answer.

You furrowed your brows and frowned. “But your pants- I don’t want to ruin them…”

Coriolanus let out a low chuckle and looked at you as if you had something foolish. “You act like I care about that. I think your state is more important than the state of my pants...”

Your stomach fluttered at the words.

“Come here.” Coriolanus motioned, patting his leg.

Slowly you walked around the desk to him. Coriolanus watched how your hips swayed as you moved closer to him.

He held his breath, eyes roaming your body again as you lowered yourself onto his leg. You placed your hands on Coriolanus’ shoulders to stabilize yourself. Coriolanus dipped his head towards your ear and dropped his voice to a whisper.

“Good girl..”

The warmth of his breath mixed with the heat gathering in your core made you shutter at the words. You were dying for friction, for anything. One of Coriolanus’ hands gripped your waist as the other still held a pen as it rested on the desk.

You then started to move, bucking your hips slowly as a start. You were already soaked, your arousal definitely going to leave a spot on his pants. You lowered your head onto Coriolanus’ shoulder, keeping your moans quiet as you moved.

“Mph..” Your muffled sounds grew louder as you grinded against him. Coriolanus’ hand squeezed your waist. “Just like that..” He whispered.

His voice was music to your ears. You didn’t care anymore that he was working while you got off, at least he was still speaking to you, helping you get there.

You rolled your hips, adding movement to the bundle of nerves that was practically begging to be touched at this point. Coriolanus’ hand that was placed on your hip slid up to dig itself into your hair. The feeling of his hand in your hair added to the desire you felt.

Coriolanus was having a hard time working as you moved against him. His cock felt painfully hard in his pants as he tried to concentrate on the work in front of him. This was for you. He was making you feel better.

Coriolanus lightly bounced his leg as you rode him, breathy moans escaping your lips as you went.

“C-Corio..” You moaned softly. Your arms were thrown around his neck. Coriolanus’ hand removed itself from your hair and slid down to rub against the curve of your lower back.

“You're doing great. Keep going darling…” He murmured against your ear. You kept moving, picking up the pace. You felt the knot in your gut tighten and tighten signaling that your limit was near. Your eyes fluttered shut, arching your back.

“Fuck..” You whispered to yourself. The heat was intense now as you rode his thigh.

Finally the knot in your stomach broke as waves of pleasure coursed through your body. Your legs were trembling now, squeezing either side of Coriolanus’ thigh as you came.

You slumped against him, panting rapidly. Coriolanus enjoyed the feeling of you heavy on him with exhaustion.

“Good..” He said in a low voice as his hand rubbed your body, soothing your trembling. Coriolanus still bounced his leg lightly, letting you feel a little bit more.

You leaned back and took your hand, tilting Coriolanus’ head from looking down at his papers to you. He looked up at you and gave you a smirk.

“Feel better darling?” He drawled, eyes darting all over your face.

You nodded and leaned in to kiss him. He met your lips in a passionate kiss, though he was holding himself back a bit you still wanted to taste him. You then pulled away when Coriolanus let out a pained groan.

“Hm?” You hummed as Coriolanus looked away from you.

“Fuck darling.. you make me want to just rip that dress right off.”

You chuckled and ran a hand through his blonde curls. “You can you know…” You teased.

Coriolanus turned his head back to face you and gave you a playfully stern look. “I swear, you're going to be the death of me.”

You laughed again, nestling closer against him, nodding off to sleep as Coriolanus continued to work. You stayed like that, close to him for the rest of the night. Even when Coriolanus realized he should go to sleep he stayed there, in his chair, falling asleep with you still in his arms. He liked you like this. You felt like his. He would definitely be continuing what you started that night in the morning.

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[toji-girl]

confessions | priest! s. geto

synopsis: He made a vow to God and was serious about keeping it, he never wanted to stray off the path of righteousness until he met you who he swore was a demon sent to seduce and tempt him, so he has to make sure you're not.

wc: 6.9k

tags: dark content + please heed this before reading +18+ ONLY content + minors and empty blogs DNI + modern au + repost from my old blog + this has been beta read + lots of religious themes because he’s a Priest and lots of sex talk and thinking about it + praising + sacrilegious themes + anthropolatry + body worship + virgin! Suguru (virginity loss) + corruption kink + desecration + sex in a confessional booth + edging + overstimulation + Father being used inappropriately + Satoru x you + Toji x you, breeding + female and male masturbation + fingering + spitting + dirty talking + unprotected sex + creampie + teasing + spanking + squirting + fellatio + dirty talking + cunnilingus + gagging obsessive behavior from Suguru and you + stalking + voyeurism + non-consensual recording + any missing tag lmk!

AN: this was posted such a long time ago but it has been heavily rewritten and edited - this was for a collab, can't remember who it was, but I know it was for this theme and after seeing a fanart of Suguru as a priest, and since he won my poll I knew he would fit this! he might be ooc to some so please remember!!

If anyone were to pass by Suguru’s office late at night they would hear the soft prayers, him begging God to stop the thoughts that were plaguing his mind over you, the woman who wormed her way into his brain like some sort of parasite, or perhaps you were a test designed to see if he would fail. 

It was immoral the way he thought about how soft your body would feel underneath him. and it sure didn’t help when you came to Church dressed in your Sunday best, a tight dress that gave everyone just a hint of what lies beneath the cheap fabric.

You flaunted what God gave you. Well, that’s what you told Suguru when he raised an eyebrow, eyes roamed your body settling on your legs, legs that he thought about wrapped around his head more than once. 

You haunted his dreams, soon bleeding into his daily thoughts when he was awake. Even in prayer, he would trail off thinking about you kneeling like the good girl you are under his desk, his cock slapping against your tongue in the most sinful ways, those thoughts would earn him more prayers. 

“Our Father, Who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, please, I just want to know how she would taste. That is all.”

Shame filled the priest as he stared into the mirror, looking at his dick throbbing under his cassock. Blood rushed to his cheeks when he hiked up the fabric, palming his erection wishing to God you were there.

It was something to relieve the tingle sitting heavy in his balls. Another thought of you on your knees, mouth open, tongue out and covered in his cum, your eyes glittering with the knowledge you corrupted him and a smile to boot. 

Thoughts like his filled your head too as you humped your pillow or when you invited Toji over, your father’s friend and another member of the Church who often comes to your place to have you ride her strap, over and over again like the sinner you are. 

You wanted to cry out your priest’s name instead when you finally came, pussy pulsing around Toji’s cock, it would be such a shame if Suguru could see you now; mouth hanging open, drool trickling down your chin with your fingers gripping on the leather fabric of the couch asking Toji to call you a bad girl and punish you because you deserve it, and who was he to disagree? After all, you’re sleeping with everyone but him. 

Here Toji was fucking his best friend’s daughter, his fingers pinching your waist, slamming you back against him, and the way your back arched more into it, mewling like a cat in heat. It was a weekly occurrence letting him cum inside you, the feeling you soon became obsessed with.

Neither of you spoke about it, especially as you sat next to him the next morning, feeling your panties dampen from the quickie you had earlier in his car in the parking lot. He liked to keep his hand on your knee when no one was paying attention, or so he thought. 

Suguru kept his eyes trained on you whenever you were around, but he never made it obvious, taking only small glances to make sure you weren’t doing anything that would get you in trouble.

Little does he know about the nights you would stay to pray for your sins, asking God to forgive you for the vile things you do only for you to get fucked on the pews by Toji who helped you light the candle and say a prayer for what just happened. It was a fun game you played with him, but your main focus was Suguru.

It was abominable to say the least, how your fingers ghosted over your clit at night, thinking of him above you, pinning your wrists down, grunting whilemercilessly drilling your needy cunt until you couldn’t think straight anymore.

It was an everyday thought that swam through your empty head. Most people called you airheaded but it was only because you thrived off the attention from the males who watched your eyelashes bat and lips pucker, crossing your arms over your chest, the attention was nice. 

A tooth-rotting “Please?” was all it would take, especially for Toji who was quick to spread your legs and hike up your dress, pressing his tongue against your clit, feeling it throb in need, and watching your legs shake after the orgasm he just gave you, cum covering your thighs.

You felt wet and sticky as you sat down crossing your legs, listening to Suguru perform his sermon. His words flowed through one ear and out of the other, shifting in your seat, uncrossing just at the right time to let him get an eyeful of your soaked panties, making all his blood rush to his cock, so he had to excuse himself shortly afterward so he could go into his office and wrap his fist tightly around his shaft, fucking his hand as his life depended on it.

At first, he let his mind go blank, but then visions of you on his desk with your legs spread open, handcuffs on your wrists, and connecting to the ones on your ankles invaded his mind. That was exactly the way he wanted you to be. All the depraved things you could think of, Suguru had already thought of.

He lay down each night thinking of you before he fell asleep. All he wanted to do was cum in you once, feel your warm tight pussy milking him dry from all that he has to offer. The thought of you being a demon crossed his mind once when he first met you a few months ago. Your parents spoke about you after his services showing off your pictures.

His eyes slightly widened, taking in how beautiful you are. It was a shock when the first dirty idea popped into his head. Suguru dedicated his life to being a man of God, but the mere thought of hearing your moans brought him to his knees.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you. Your parents told me all about you.” Was the first thing he told you months prior, reaching for your hand, shaking it softly while holding your curious gaze. The glitter in your eyes made him look twice in awe and wonder what that twinkle was. 

It was the first time he thought about you being possessed because that’s the only way you would have such power over him from just one look, using your demonic charms on him, enticing him by wearing your short dresses, laying the charm on thick in order to seduce him.

For a response you giggled, looking sweetly at him, and his body reacted immediately to the sound of your voice, sending a shiver down his spine. And it was worse whenever he got a whiff of your perfume, following you like a dog, trying to ask you questions that seemed friendly.

All conversations never passed inappropriate because he wouldn’t want to be perceived as anything but an upstanding man of the Church, but that never stopped him cumming on his stomach and whimpering while fucking his fist, your name slipping out in breathy moans.

If Suguru heard you make the same noises he would surely cum on the spot, sending himself into overstimulation.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to pray away the guilt. It’s all wrong, and he knows it, but it’s human nature is what he tells himself when you come into his office on Sundays after service, holding a small bouquet of flowers that grows around town.

“Father? I just wanted to come in and say thank you for everything. You’ve shown me the light and I wanted to show you my gratitude.” You told him in a soft voice watching as Suguru leaned back smiling, holding his hand out.

“Come in. And thank you, that is very kind of you. How are you holding up with your job?” He asked curiously. 

You sat across from him crossing your legs. “Thank you for asking, it’s been going well so far.”

It wasn’t unusual of him to ask you questions in small increments, hoping to learn your schedule. He just wanted to get to know you better. 

Or was his behavior borderline something darker? Perhaps.

Maybe it was creepy to do so, but it wasn’t something he dwelled on for long before thinking of you bouncing on his cock, your hands on his shoulders struggling to take him all in at first, your whining about how big he is stroking his ego, sending his hips upward, impaling you deeper.

That was his favorite fantasy, that played over and over in his head like a movie until he noticed the way you sat closer to Toji, ghosting his knee with yours or the way you smiled so sweetly for him. Why don’t you smile for your Father like that? The thought enraged him at first because instead of him fucking you it was Toji.

Anger filled Suguru like hot liquid pouring into his veins. And he felt sick to his stomach every time he heard you giggling while grabbing Toji’s arm, looking at him with doe eyes.

There was nothing to be done about that, and still, he didn’t have an inkling that you made a late-night stop at the adult store looking for a dildo that would resemble what you think his dick looks like, pretty with a red flushed tip, thick and heavy, veins decorating the long shaft and heavy balls made for breeding that swung with each thrust of his hips. It was only that thought that made you achieve the blissful feeling of your climax.

You wanted to know what sounds he made when he came, knowing full well he’s never fucked anyone but his hand. The thought of corrupting him was exciting to you.

You waved and smiled at Suguru before sitting next to Toji. “Am I coming over tonight?” He asked, leaning in and whispering in your ear. You turned to him, giving his knee the same friendly squeeze.

“Yes, be at my place at eight.”

The only reason you still let Toji come over and fuck you is so you use your dildo later, pretending it was Suguru, fucking his cum back in your sloppy pussy. Something about the whole thing was a bit off, but you didn’t care when thinking of all the ways you could make Suguru confess his sins to you.

Your mind ran wild all during service, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head, resisting the urge to stick your hand between your legs, which would be frowned upon to do in Church, no less during service.

Later that night, you were on your back, with Toji on top of you panting and drooling over you like a dog. “Do you like that?” He grunted, holding your waist, kneading the flesh with rough hands. You cringed hearing him talk like that, his hands moving up to your breasts squishing them, movements growing sloppy. Your head hung off the side of the bed fisting the sheets.

Suguru watched the scene unfold in front of your living room window on the opposite side of the wall. Another strike off the list of things he never thought he would do. It wasn’t something he would ever admit out loud, too scared that someone would hear with their prying ears. Besides, you were supposed to be at your friend’s house. 

That’s what he heard you tell your parents earlier when you declined their invitation for dinner, so stumbling upon this sight was the last thing that he expected.

Suguru accidentally found your address going through the visitor log you signed with your new address, finally out from under your parent’s roof after moving back home. That’s what he told himself, that finding out where you live just slipped up. No one would question him.

A frown tugged down his lips, watching the way your face showed nothing but boredom almost, not the look Suguru imagined when you were getting fucked. Was it him you thought about with each bounce of your body from Toji’s thrusts? There was no way that he was pleasuring you the way that Suguru could.

His eyes traveled down your naked body, zeroing in on the way his friend held your breasts, pushing them together. A groan escaped his lips, followed by pink-tinged cheeks as he walked past your window, keeping his raven head down.

Each Sunday you were sure to bring cookies of all sorts, and at every bake sale you helped set up, you captured the hearts of everyone, cooing about how sweet you are, dedicating time to do this.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I admire Father Geto and everything he stands for so I’m more than glad to help.” That always earned you brownie points and the, “Aw, that’s very precious of you.”

Would they say how precious you are if they found you on your knees in the closet with another member of the church?

Satoru loved when you held his wrist, dragging him in the cramped space, pressing his body against the wall, digging your manicured nails in the flesh of his thighs, relishing in the hissing sound he made driving his cock down your throat, gagging around him, earning the praise that you were so desperate to hear.

“Good girl. Just like that.” He moaned, grabbing a handful of your hair to anchor himself, watching his spit-covered cock slide in and out of your mouth, your eyes glassy playing with your clit under the skirt you wore just for him per his request. You didn’t pull away with a wet pop of your lips until you swallowed as much as you could.

Satoru was always quick to help you get on your feet, flipping up your skirt, making it easier for him to bend you over, fucking you from behind, filling not only your mouth but your cunt as well with a load of his cum.

Another prayer was said when you stepped out of the closet, bidding Satoru a farewell kiss before rounding the corner, and running straight into Suguru. You reached for his arms, steadying yourself. The feeling of his hand on the small of your back and his spicy scent that filled your nostrils made your pussy clench, pushing out Satoru’s cum, and smearing it against your panties. 

“I didn’t know you were still here Father. I’m sorry.” You said bowing your head. Suguru chuckled, feeling his cheeks heat up. 

“No worries. Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I was just looking over the plans for tomorrow’s potluck. I’m making your favorite cookies. It’s still chocolate chip, right?” You asked batting those eyelashes of yours and those lips were perfectly pouty.

“Ah. Yes, it is. You have a good memory.” This ache sparked in his hand, wanting to reach out to feel how you felt under his touch. Were you thinking the same thing as you stared at him, eyes still glossy from the tears of your previous encounter?

“Father, I think I need to confess something.” Your voice came out as a whisper, stepping forward wrapping your fingers around the hidden rosary beads under his collar and pulling it free.

Suguru opened his mouth to answer but you were quicker. “Ah, Father. I was talking. I hope you weren’t going to interrupt me?” You asked mockingly, pursing your lips, forming a small pout. He shook his head watching your sticky lips from the smeared lip gloss and spit. 

“Can I come and confess next Sunday?”

“Yes, I’ll see you then. Now, if you’ll excuse me. Have a blessed night.” He grabbed his rosary from your fingers’ hold, careful not to touch you before tucking it back in his collar, leaning down with a slight smirk, “next time you attempt to touch me I’ll be sure to tie your wrists down.”

You could hear him chuckle to himself walking down the hallway, mentally giving himself a point.

It was shameless the way he flirted with you, but it felt freeing, giving the both of you masturbation material for later in the evening, him fucking his fist again in the shower, leaning against the wall, panting loudly, face screwed up in pleasure as he stood under the warm water, feeling it wash the soap away while your name spilled from his mouth, his hips stuttered spraying cum all over the tile grunting.

While you lay on your bed replaying the scene again, you thrust the dildo slowly, curling your toes, whining Suguru’s name, and arching your back. The need to have him between your legs lapping at your pussy, made you ache all over like the flu, hot and stiff muscles, mewling, trying to chase your orgasm, feeling the familiar sensation snap, sending your cunt into overdrive, pulsing around the toy.

Suguru woke each morning, adding an extra prayer when he looked in the mirror, getting ready. “I only want one thing, that’s to hear her whimper.”

It was sinful in many ways, the way he begged for just a scrap of something other than the polite tone you use with him. Everyone greeted him with a smile, only earning a meager wave and a solemn look on his face, but whenever he looked at you, his face lit up, and each time he prayed that nobody paid attention.

His only thought was you, it wasn’t just about the ways he wanted to have you, it was also how you were doing, the consuming thought of you in your kitchen, making his favorite cookies. It wasn’t something you had to do, but he’s been nothing but nice to you, and now with the promise of him tying your hands together lingering in the air, you were ready to do whatever it took.

Sunday morning, you were sure to wear the color that attracted his attention the most, white. A sign of you being pure and innocent, but he knew that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t a secret to him anymore, after him watching Toji fuck you on your couch, and after hearing Satoru confess about the quickie you two had the other day, when he thought that no prying ears were around.

Later that evening he heard you click the door shut and sit down, fixing your skirt. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last confession.” You began, clearing your throat and glancing over at the wooden window, through the small holes, watching him squirm in his seat. This is it, you thought, it’s all or nothing.

“I’ve been having premarital sex with two men. They attend the church. You know them. Toji Fushiugro and Satoru Gojo. I let Toji bend me over the pews a few times, holding my hips as he stretched me out with his cock. Then I would get on my knees for Satoru.” If you were to confess this to another priest, they would gasp, hearing the lewd way you describe your deeds, but not Suguru.

Your mind was running wild with the thoughts of your story. “Father? What should I do?” You whimpered, gripping your skirt, and rubbing your knees together.

“Touch yourself.” Suguru groaned, his voice straining to keep his composure. He shouldn’t be asking you such a thing for more than one reason.

You smiled and gasped loud enough for him to hear, feigning to be shocked by his request, but you obliged nonetheless without the slightest resistance, making his prayer come true. He heard the wood creak underneath you as you spread your legs, guiding your finger to your clit to rub the swollen bud with your middle finger.

“You want me to touch myself, Father? Should I slide my fingers inside? Do you want to hear how wet you make me?”

His cock twitched heavily in his pants running his palm over the bulge. “Y-yes, keep going.” He instructed hoarsely. Following his order, you splayed your lips open gathering your slick easily, thrusting your middle and index finger in your cunt, the wet sound filled the small booth.

The faster you went the harder Suguru’s cock got, aching to the point of pain. “Father, can I cum?” You were asking him for permission? The pure feeling he got coursing through his body tingled all throughout.

“Did you think about me when you were fucking them?” He asked, shutting his eyes.

“I did, yes. And when they left, I fucked myself with the dildo I bought after thinking of how big you were, stuffing their cum deeper in me, wishing it was you instead.” You whined softly wanting him to touch you. 

Oh, this was much better than anything he’s ever experienced. It was a sin, but hearing you play with yourself next to him, everything that happened leading up to this point was worth it.

“S’close,” You moaned, grazing your fingertips against the abused swollen bud, triggering your orgasm and prayer. “Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and; forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.”

“Amen,” Suguru muttered, feeling his balls release, sending thick ropes of cum in his boxers, covering his thighs making a mess. 

“Say your Hail Mary before you go to sleep.”

You chucked checking a point off for yourself. “Goodnight Father. I’ll be sure to think of you tonight.” You told him, opening his door, sliding just your hand in, setting your panties on his knee, and giving him a soft pat. “I’ve masturbated in these to you many times.” With that, you left the booth heading home to say your Hail Marys.

Another week of misery. Your moaning playing on a loop in his head. Many times he almost slipped mid-conversation whenever you walked by him, letting his mind and eyes wander, and hoped that it wasn’t obvious to whoever he was talking to at the moment.

It wasn’t usual for him to catch you washing dishes after a potluck for someone’s birthday. “Thank you for staying and helping with the dishes,” Suguru told you, walking into the kitchen. “Father, good evening.” You smiled, glancing up at him from the sink, elbow-deep in dishwater. A smile stretched his lips back. Stepping further in, he walked around the counter, leaning against the edge, grabbing the dish towel, and drying the dishes you washed.

“How are you feeling since your last confession?” He asked in a low voice.

“I’m feeling a lot better. I plan on being back next Sunday at the same time. I’ve been very naughty Father.” You whispered looking at him. 

Suguru’s cock throbbed watching you lick your lips. “How should I repent?” You asked, leaning forward, taking note of his rapid pulse.

“Say another Hail Mary and don’t touch yourself until your next confession.”

“That’s going to be tough.” You pouted, draining the water and then wiping your wet hands over your shirt, soaking the see-through fabric. 

“Does that mean someone else can touch me?”

Suguru shook his head, still holding the plate in his hand leaning in as you did the same. “No. You can keep celibate for me, can you not?”

“Yes, Father.” You nodded, trying to swallow the lump that formed in your throat, the tension so thick it was beginning to become harder to breathe, being this close to him. Maybe an inch closer and your lips would press against his, and your cunt would graze his thigh, releasing some of the pressure building between your legs.

“Good girl.” Suguru pulled back, setting the dish towel down. “Have a good night.” He called out before leaving you alone to collect your thoughts, a heavy sigh accompanied with a soft whine left your lips leaning against the counter. You debated calling Satoru for a quickie, he didn’t live far from your apartment so it wouldn’t take him long to get there and help you out, but the thought of Suguru calling you a good girl played repeatedly in your head.

It wasn’t long before you broke your promise, letting Satoru lick your clit, his fingers splaying you open, both legs thrown over his shoulders, emitting loud slurping noises from eating you like a starved man, long fingers digging in your sensitive cunt.

Today you were greedy with how many orgasms you could get, so far you hit three just with his mouth. “Are you still cumming sweetheart?” Satoru asked, pulling away and looking up at you, chin glistening from spit and cum, reminding you of the last time you sucked him off. “Satoru, please, fuck me!” You whined wrapping your fingers around his biceps.

Your pussy hugged him tightly with each drag of his cock splitting you open, his fingers in the tender meat of your thighs keeping them spread apart. Each time his hips slammed against your ass your eyes rolled to the back of your head. When your eyes closed you imagined Suguru over you grunting instead, sweat rolling down his back rutting into you, over and over again, making you cream around him.

By now Satoru knew the routine, leaving with a small awkward hug, his feelings growing deeper for you each time you shed your clothes for him, but he didn’t know about your obsession with Suguru, nor about how it was growing deeper with each passing day. Toji also shared the same feelings as Satoru.

It was hard not to. The way you treated them so sweetly and of course, everyone else too. Sure you were a little empty-headed, but that didn’t matter each time you bounced on their cocks.

No other girl would dare do something so vile, ruining their chance of getting a good husband, but you didn’t care, because the feeling of an orgasm was something that couldn’t be compared to something such as exchanging rings.

You said your prayers every morning and night, to disperse the feeling of guilt nipping at your ankles, it was wrong to defile yourself and all your beliefs, but in the end, you’re only a person with needs. 

At least, that’s what you tell yourself anyway, sliding up your skirt in the bathroom stall, pulling your panties down, and letting Toji thrust in you later that afternoon.

His hands are on your waist holding you against the wall, rutting in you. It was fruitless at this point, having him or Satoru fuck you, your face giving away the boredom you felt. Toji cleared his throat as he pulled out. “You know, you could seem a little bit interested.” He said clearly pissed that you weren’t even acting like you liked it. 

“I’m sorry,” You replied, putting your hands on his shoulders. “I’ve been going through a lot lately, but why don’t you give me a call later?” With a chaste kiss on his cheek, you left him in the bathroom stall after pulling your panties up, walking out frowning. There was this pit in your stomach that was slowly growing bigger, it first started when you met Suguru, and now months later, all your thoughts were of him.

Everything about this whole situation was wrong. You knew it but it never stopped you.

Sunday evening, you opened the booth, settling on the creaky wooden bench, a heavy sigh emitting from your lips. Suguru placed his hands in his lap waiting for you to begin. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was a week ago.”

He wouldn’t admit to knowing that you sinned after shamelessly watching you pump your dildo in and out of your wet cunt, learning that you were a squirter.

The only reason he knew that was because after his plan was hindered the other night by you being home, he chose another time to come back. Luckily, the neighborhood you live in is not very frequented, so no one saw him creep in and out of your house. Unbeknownst to you, he installed cameras all over your house, obsessed with knowing how you spent your days, and how, and with who, you spent your nights.

It wasn’t the first time that he masturbated to you, but unlike the other times, now he could actually see you, and there was something about invading your privacy that aroused him beyond comprehension, it felt so wrong and yet so right.

He never came so hard before, shooting thick ropes of cum everywhere, feeling like he was about to pass out from the intensity of his orgasm. Weak and panting, it wasn’t long before he drifted to sleep, hand, and chest still covered in sweat, spit, and cum.

“I touched myself, and I let them touch me again. Their fingers and tongues fucking me. I wished it was your cock I was on instead. Your cum filling my cunt, leaking out, and making a mess. Would you fuck me, Father?” Your last sentence came out whiny, as you spread your legs stroking your cunt.

Suguru’s breath trembled as he copied your actions, before grinding the heel of his palm against his erection. “I would.” He admitted with a heavy sigh.

Your fingers slipped in your cunt, curling. There was no way it would bring you the pleasure that you truly craved. “I want you to touch me, please. What do you think I feel like?” You asked, wanting to hear him submit to your sinful ways.

“Your skin, soft and supple. Your pussy, wet and warm, pulsing around my cock. Your mouth, the same way as I fuck your throat.”

His words felt like an electric shock coursing through your blood, pooling in your cunt, making your walls restrict your fingers, on the verge of an orgasm already, your breathing becoming erratic.

“It usually takes you a while to climax, doesn’t it?” He asked, bunching the fabric of his cassock in his free hand, the other wrapped around his cock, pumping it slowly, edging himself.

“I-it does yes, but when I envision you, I usually cum right then.” You were quick to admit it, but he would be lying if he said that the same thing didn’t happen to him. Thinking of his face between your breasts tightened his balls. 

“Tell me, what do you think about in these fantasies, when thinking about us?” He asked stroking his dick from base to tip making sure to twist his wrist. 

“How your cock would feel inside. I think you have the biggest one I could lay my eyes on, and it’s thick too. Just tell me if I’m right Father, because I’m imagining the way I would struggle to take you all the way in, squealing, splitting myself open on you. And when you climax, it’s a lot and very thick coming from heavy balls made to breed, would you like to do that? Pump all your cum inside my pretty pussy? Holding my hips down, making sure that I keep still so every drop isn’t wasted?”

Words couldn’t formulate in his brain, drunk on the thought of what you just described, burned into his mind. He never thought about having children after his vow of celibacy, but now, it was all he could think about. Your whimpers grew louder, echoing through the empty Church as you neared your orgasm.

“Stop!” Suguru demanded, roughly surprising you as he stood up unbuttoning his cassock and then heading to your booth. There was no stopping what was going to happen next. Both of you have been waiting for this moment since the first time you laid eyes on each other.

Your eyes widened, taking in his naked chest. It was visible that he has broad shoulders, but what you didn’t think about was how he still stayed in shape. Saliva pooled in the corner of your mouth as it hung open. Greedy hands tugged his boxers down, freeing his cock hearing how it slap against his abs. 

“I was right, thick and long.” You murmured watching him kick the door shut leaning his arm against the wall above your head while looking down at your fingers wrapping around his shift.

Suguru chuckled darkly, yanking your shirt up, freeing your tits. “No bra… Did you think tonight was the night you seduced me?” He asked, bucking his hips at your touch, a small whimper leaving his mouth. 

You laughed, looking up at him. “Seduce and corrupt you Father. It’s always been a fantasy of mine.”

“Has it now? Why-” He was cut off, feeling your lips wrap around his head, tongue curling under the most sensitive part, suckling, your hand cupping his balls gently, squeezing them. Suguru’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, digging his nails in the palm of his hand when you went further down, struggling to take him.

Slowly you bobbed your head up and down, keeping your fist wrapped around him, jerking him off, adding more drool making it easier and messier.

You gagged, feeling tears spring to your eyes. Looking up, you saw the look of sheer pleasure gracing his face, the sounds of you slurping around him roaring in his ears. It was so much better than his hand, your soft mouth warm and tight, the best thing he’s ever fucked.

He watched you pull away with a wet pop of your lips, using your spit as lube to jerk him off, pressing your thumb over his slit, slightly pressing in.

“Am I doing a good job, Father?” You asked, batting your eyelashes, glancing up. Suguru nodded his head, groaning. 

“You are, but I want a taste of you now.”

It was a sight to see him drop to his knees in front of you, putting both hands on your knees, pushing your legs open, your bare pussy on display like a meal for him to devour. But before that happened, Suguru wanted to take his time. Setting the mood, pressing small kisses, he grabbed your ankle, letting your foot dangle off his shoulder.

You watched his lips leave a wet trail up your thighs, ghosting across your pussy, barely fluttering his tongue over your clit, kissing the same places down your other leg. He chuckled, feeling you squirm under his touch. “What’s so funny?” You pouted.

“I’ve barely touched you and I see your cunt dripping.”

You sucked a breath between your teeth, feeling him spread your lips apart, looking at the innermost part of your pussy, your arousal very apparent, coating your thighs and the bench below your ass.

“I’ve thought about what my cum would look like leaking from all of your holes. Have you ever let a man fuck that tight ass?” He asked, moving his hand away, trailing the tip of his finger up and down your slit, groaning as he watched the way you clenched around nothing.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Good. I’ll be the first then, but we’ll save that for later. For now, I can’t wait to know what your cunt tastes like.” He growled, wrapping his arms under and around your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulder, burying his tongue in your cunt, eagerly lapping, completely ignoring your fingers tugging on his blonde roots, and grinding against his mouth.

At this point it was no longer for you, he was eating you for his own pleasure.

Cum soaked his thigh, as he came desperately trying to fit his tongue in your tight hole. “Father!” You moaned, squeezing his head with your thighs, humping his face as you grabbed two handfuls of his long hair. 

Suguru slid two fingers inside you, slowly pumping while wrapping his tongue around your clit, working both of them together, feeling you clench around him. This is better than his fantasies, he thought, finally hearing you moan for him, begging for release.

Pulling out he watched your clit throb from the orgasm that he ripped away. “Why did you stop?” You whined, fucking yourself on his fingers, making him chuckle again. 

“So needy, aren’t you?” He mocked, adding in another finger.

Hearing the squelch, his balls tightened again, thrusting his fingers in and out, lapping up your juices from his hand. “You’re so perfect, the way your pussy is fluttering on the edge of release. I want to show you how good it feels to cum on my cock. Are you ready?”

All you could manage was a weak nod, your body feeling hot and tingly with each thrust of his fingers, stroking the fire deep in your stomach until it was too much to handle as you came around him, his mouth replacing his fingers, licking up your cum, softly digging his fingers in your thigh, covering your skin with your slick, both of you panting heavily looking at each other. “Who knew you were such a pro?” You teased cupping his cheek.

Suguru pressed a wet kiss to your palm as he stayed on his knees, dragging the hem of your dress up to your waist. The tension between the two of you, and the look you shared, weighed heavy on the unspoken rule of what’s to come, once he crosses the line of fucking you.

The line was crossed the first time he had inappropriate dreams of you, so he didn’t spare a second thought when he fisted the base of his cock, guiding it to your waiting pussy.

You were barely seated on the wooden bench when Suguru held your hips, pressing his cock in. A whimper left your lips, feeling his head slip past your soft muscles. Each inch that slid in made you feel impossibly full and he was only halfway in. “Oh my God, you’re so big!”

Hearing that stroked his ego, both of you gasping once he bottomed out. He held your hips, rutting against you, sliding in and out. Each time he would pull almost all the way out and then slide in slowly. Your back arched, clinging to him, trying to squirm away at first from him stuffing you, it was a mixture of pain and pleasure, feeling this full.

Leaning forward, Suguru trailed kisses across your chest and clavicle, nibbling the skin, lazily fucking you, his mind turning into a puddle the closer he got to cumming.

It frustrated him knowing he was this close already. His eyebrows furrowed, feeling the sweat roll down his face, not only from how hot it was in the cramped area but also the fact that he was desecrating something so sacred while worshipping you, his words bleeding into your skin.

“I always knew you were a good girl.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I love it when you squeeze me like that.”

“You’re doing such a good job.”

“Moan louder for me sweetheart. Let me know how much you like fucking me.”

“Keep going!” You begged sitting up, wrapping your arms around his neck, bucking your hips, the both of you desperately fucking each other. Movements became harder and sloppier, the noises went from sighs and moans to something completely animalistic. You snarled each time you felt his balls slap against your ass. He held your waist helping you bounce up and down with the heels of your feet pressed against his tight ass cheeks.

“You’re so wet. Do you hear how wet you are for me? You’re being such a good girl for me… I don’t want to let go now that I’ve had a taste of you.” He growled, wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest, fucking you from below.

It was heavenly, the way your cunt hugged his cock like a vice grip, the feeling was indescribable, nothing could ever compare to the way you clung to him, mewling like a cat in heat, burying your head in the crook of his neck, rolling your hips, grinding your clit against his pubic bone.

“I’m so close. Want you to cum in me, Father. Breed me, please!” You begged, pulling away with wet eyes, bouncing harder, feeling your nipples rub against the blonde hair littering his chest.

You’ve never felt this way before, the way you ground on him shamelessly without a care in the world, it didn’t matter that he was your priest or that you took his virginity in his confessional booth.

“We’re both going to have to pray after this.” You murmured in his ear, smirking. Pink crept in his cheeks. He muttered a response, something you didn’t hear nor did you care to.

You kissed him, parting his lips with your tongue, tasting him greedily. It wasn’t every day that you got to fuck your priest, nor did you get to feel him hold your hips, slamming down, impaling you on his dick.

Suguru felt your orgasm hit, tipping him into his own, spraying ropes of cum against your cervix, whimpering in your neck about how good you feel, his hands massaging your waist, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

“How do you feel now?” You asked, slicking his blonde hair back gazing into his hazel eyes.

“Like a brand new man.” He answered, smiling softly at you.

#cw: dark content #cw: sacrilegious #cw: religious themes #cw: corruption #cw: virginity loss #jjk smut #Suguru smut #Suguru Geto smut #suguru x reader smut #suguru x you smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk x you smut #suguru geto smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto suguru #jjk suguru #geto #Geto smut #geto x reader smut #geto suguru smut #jjk x reader #suguru smut #geto x you smut #geto x yn smut

[aalyssah]

Protect His Family

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Killing!

Word Count: 1,393

Summary: While pregnant, an intruder breaks in the cabin in hope of getting valuable items, but is met by a fuming Jason ready to protect his family.

A/N: Just Jason protecting our family. I kinda like the whole Dad!Jason thing. Hope You Enjoy!

It was 8:56 and you just finished up with dinner. Steak and potatoes, hot and ready on a plate.

Although you’re pregnant, you still made sure to cook for Jason. Jason just turned the corner after taking a shower you forced him to take, eyes growing wide under the mask as he saw you carrying one plate to the table.

He made quick moves into the kitchen, grabbing the plate from your hand. "Jason, baby, I got it!" You giggled, knowing why he wanted to grab everything.

Ever since he found out you were pregnant, after you had to explain to him that meant, he's been very overprotective of you.

He's made sure you haven't been getting up as much, attempting to cook for you with the help of your instructions, and even killing people who like to roam the woods at night while you're sleeping just to make sure you feel safe.

He's taking this baby very seriously and when he found out it was a boy, immediate joy filled his 6'5 body.

Jason set the plate on the table and retrieved to get the other one. He gently helped you sit down in the chair before pushing you in. You smiled like a schoolgirl feeling like a princess.

Jason sat down in his chair before taking his mask off and putting it to the side. That action made you smile, seeing how comfortable he was to be around you.

Jason started eating, fork stabbing the steak. He was enjoying his food and that's one thing he loved about you.

Before you came along, he normally ate the fish he would catch from the lake before using a campfire from some teens he killed to cook it. Sometimes he was tired of fish, but he had no other option.

You soon finished your food, letting the fork cling against the plate. You let out a sigh, rubbing your belly. "Mmm, that was so good." Jason nodded his head, agreeing with you.

He stood up, taking your plates and putting them in the sink which he would wash later on tomorrow.

You slowly got up and made your way to the living room, taking a seat on the couch, and reaching for the remote on the coffee table.

You scrolled through some channels, trying to find something to watch when you got chills up your body. You shook in the seat, bringing your hands to rub against your arms.

Jason caught on to the cool air coming through the cabin. He went to the back door and came back with an axe in hand, grunting at you.

You nodded your head with a smile. "Make sure you get big logs, they'll last longer." You told him, letting him walk out the cabin.

Usually it takes Jason 15 minutes to go out and get some sticks and logs from outside to put them in the fireplace to warm up the cabin.

You sat on the couch, looking at TV, but before you knew it, your eyes closed for just a couple of seconds. About 7 minutes later you woke up to the sound of the back door being banged on.

You jumped out of your sleep, looking around to see where the noise was coming from. You then heard the back door lock bust. You quickly got up, knowing this wasn't Jason.

1. He would never come through the back door like that.

2. Why would he break the lock on the door he installed just to make sure you were safe?

You thought fast, quickly rushing to the kitchen and grabbing a knife before rushing to the bedroom. You hide in the closet, peeking between the cracks to watch.

The back door finally opened, a grunt coming from the mystery person. "Goddamn, damn lock hard as fuck." It sounded like a man. The sound of his heavy boot slammed against the floor as he walked around the kitchen and living room.

You could hear shuffling and things being knocked over. "What, what is this?" You heard him ask himself. He made his way around the front part of the house before coming into the bedroom.

You felt nervous, your hand covering your mouth as he searched the room. "Oh, sick! A diamond ring!" You closed your eyes, feeling guilt that your wedding ring was getting taken.

You forgot to put it back on after washing the dishes this morning. You could see the man covered in all black through the cracks on the closet as he stuffed things into a bag.

Then, you felt your heart leap in your chest when he turned around and made his way towards the closet. Tears took over your vision as his feet stopped in front of the closet.

"A closet? Probably got some nice clothes." He muttered to himself before pulling the closet door open. You let out a scream, swinging the knife at the man which luckily sliced his arm.

The man groaned in pain, harshly grabbing you by the hair. The knife fell out of your hand as your hands gripped his wrist, hoping he would loosen his hold. "What the fuck, you dumb bitch!" The man yelled at you, knife ready to stab, but you let out a pleading cry.

"No, please, I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant!" The knife stopped mid air, as the man smiled behind the black ski mask. "Ah, you're pregnant, huh?" You didn't answer him, sniffling the snot away from your nose.

"Cute little thing though. Whatcha' doing out here in this cabin anyways?" The man's tone changed as his disgusting hand ran down your baby bump.

You jerked back fast, but didn't get far as his grip tightened on you. "Please just leave, don't hurt me or my baby, please." You pleaded once more, more tears spilling from your eyes.

Where was Jason?

The man tsked, shaking his head. "Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you. Might take you home with me. Got my truck parked a few feet from here, cranked up and ready to go." He said, hand trialing back to your stomach.

"I've always wanted a baby, but girls don't seem to like me for some reason." The man ranted, as if you cared. You were feeling all hope give up until the sound of leaves crunching under shoes caught you and the intruders attention.

You felt the man freeze, grip slightly loosening. "What was that?" He asked. You took that as an opportunity to call for help. "Jason! Help me, Jason-" Your voice was cut off by the hand of the intruder, covering your mouth.

"Shut up, shut up you dumb bitch, you're gonna get us killed!" You squirmed in his hold, feeling all air getting cut off from your mouth and nose.

You scratched at his wrist, clawing for air and then Jason came. You felt your eyes flash before your eyes when a machete sliced the man's head clean off his body.

You fell back on the floor, making sure to not hit your bump. You scurried back watching as Jason continuously hit the man's body with the machete, cutting up his body. He was breathing heavily, putting more and more force into every hit.

You looked away, closing your eyes. If you weren't pregnant you would be mad at him for the blood and dead body on the floor, but all you wanted was for Jason to come hold you.

"J-Jason, he's dead, please." Jason already knew what you wanted. He dropped the machete, making his way over to your small form. He helped you up and engulfed you in his chest.

The smell of wood and dirt with the slight hint of blood filled your nose as you breathed in his scent. You felt safe now. Safe that you man was here to save you.

Jason let you go for a second, frowning at the whimper that passed your lips and picked up the bag of stolen things the intruder attempted to take. Jason searched through the stuff and picked up your ring.

With blood covered on it, he took your hand and slipped the ring back on your finger, pushed his mask up to his lips, and placed a soft kiss on your finger.

You instantly pulled him in for a hug, happy he was here to protect his family.

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees fluff #jason voorhees imagine #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x you #jason voorhees fanfic #friday the 13th #slasher fluff #slasher smut

[ceilidho]

i'm now picturing the transition in that friends to lovers possessive best friend soap/reader being it turning into friends with benefits; soap managing to convince you that you both could use sex as the stress reliever you need and you're both attractive and single and have good chemistry so why not??? meanwhile he has no intention of going back to being just friends afterwards :)))

This is so CORRECT, ANON!!!!

(Nsfw below)

Desperate possessive best friend Soap who will use any opening to his advantage. Who will lie and fudge the truth and say “we’ve known each other for years, kitty cat, this won’t change anything” (and he’s not even lying on that one because he’s always felt this way for you, and things were always going to end this way between the two of you, he’s never felt like you two were just friends).

Possessive best friend Soap who knows he’s good looking and knows you’re attracted to him and will exploit that fact to the ends of the earth to make sure you two end up together. In the weeks leading up to you giving in and saying “okay, but just one time!” he’ll drape himself over you during your weekly movie nights, complain that the couch is too small and hurting his back so he has to sleep with you in your bed, wake you up with his morning wood pressed against the small of your back (“ignore it, kitty, it’s just a guy thing,” he’ll mumble into your neck and press his hips closer to you, his arms pulling you into him), and roam around your apartment half-naked after taking a shower because “the hot water in his apartment is off” (he is, in fact, lying).

Possessive best friend Soap who finally gets to fuck you and puts his back into it. Wants to make sure no one ever measures up to him, that you can’t even think of another guy coming close to giving it to you as good as he can. He’ll eat you out for upwards of an hour until you’re sloppy and limp, nice and pliable for him to fold you in half and then sink his cock into you so slowly that you actually start crying. Not even because it’s a tender moment but because he’s made you come so many times that you can’t even help it.

Possessive best friend Soap who’s lounging around your apartment (because he never fucking leaves these days) when you mention that a guy at work might be interested in you and you’re thinking of asking him out on a date, and Soap gets this look in his eye. Smooths a hand up your inner thigh and murmurs hotly in your ear that you and him have “plans to visit your parents this weekend so you won’t have time and anyway kitty, have I not been treating this pussy just right? Wanna go lay down for a bit? If she’s needy, I can give her a little kiss, bonnie”

#cod mw2 #ceil writing #cod x reader #john soap mactavish #cod soap #soap/reader #soap mctavish #soap mw2 #johnny soap mactavish #soap x reader

[rockstarhaechan]

come closer | huang renjun

pairing: renjun x fem!reader

genre: ex to lovers

warnings: smut, choking, fingering, ex to lovers, praising, pet names, angst, unprotected sex, dry humping, overstimulating

summary: renjun and you dated for about 3 years, you broke up with him cause you thought you weren’t good enough for him. but what if he was thinking the opposite and rings your doorbell in the middle of the night.

song for the story: falling - trevor daniel

word count: 923

note: i got carried away a bit…

2am, you were laying on your bed moving from side to side not being able to sleep.

it’s been 4 months now since you broke up with your boyfriend renjun, and you’re not even sure if it was the right thing to do.

missing him everyday, missing the times you’ve been spending together.

in your head you’ve planned out your whole life with renjun, from moving together till dying together.

“just close your eyes and sleep again y/n” you told yourself forcing your eyes to close.

right before you were able to fall asleep again someone ringed your door bell.

not only once, more like six to seven times.

grunting as you walk through your hallway rubbing your eyes.

“it’s 2am what do you- renjun.” your heart dropped seeing him, completely soaked since it was pouring outside.

you couldn’t tell if he was crying or if it was the rain dripping down his face, signaling that he can come in with a little hand motion.

“renjun what do you want, why are you here?” crossing your arms in front of your chest, looking at him with tears forming in your eyes.

“i just missed you like i always do, don’t you miss me too?” his voice softened slightly as he spoke the last words of his question.

seeing him hurts you cause it shows you how wrong it was to break up with him.

“i do miss you renjun, i can barely sleep, i barely eat but it was for the better.” you didn’t even noticed how the tears started running down your face until renjun wrapped his arms around you, comforting you as best as he could do.

“i am not good enough for you renjun, i-“ before you were able to finish your sentence you felt his lips on yours.

melting into the kiss, you wished he would come closer.

you find yourself getting completely lost in the kiss, resting your hands on this thighs while his hands rest on your cheeks.

you got pulled back into reality by renjun who broke the kiss, looking into your eyes while his forehead was resting against yours.

“can’t we just try again baby? please” renjun basically begging you and you gave in, you don’t know what will be different this time cause you still think you’re not good enough for him yet you still said yes without any hesitation.

renjun quickly kissed you again, tongue brushing across your bottom lip.

“do you even know how much i love you and how much i missed you princess?” he questioned while carefully pulling you on his lap, caressing your cheeks as he deepened the kiss even further.

a small moan escaped your lips but that was enough for renjun to feel better.

renjuns hands slowly roamed over your shoulders down to your waist where they rested while he played with the waistband of your shorts.

you slowly moved your hips forward and renjun held your waist pushing you down basically dry humping his leg.

picking up a certain pace, moaning into each kiss the two of you shared you almost made yourself cum on renjuns leg just by dry humping him.

“baby stop, let me help you” you got pinned down onto the couch while he hovered over you hooking his index fingers under the waistband of your shorts, slowly undressing you.

his touch made you shiver arching your back in response.

renjun is leaning over you, two fingers deep buried into you, choking you with his free hand.

you buckled your hips signaling that your gonna cum soon.

“jun, i don’t think i can last any longer” you’re a moaning mess, completely letting renjun take control over you and your body.

“baby cum around my fingers, be a good girl and cum” he purred out, hitting the right spot each time, basically making cumming so easy for you that it only took him a few more pumps with his hand for you to come undone.

“you think we’re finished baby? hell nah” hearing how he undid his belt and not even a second later you already felt his tip at your entrance, slowly pushing in while stretching you out.

your whole body was hurting, still not over your first orgasm legs shaking while renjun picked up his pace letting your legs rest on his shoulders.

“fuck baby, taking me so good gonna fuck you senseless doll” all you could think about was to cum again, your lower stomach started to tighten up again but before you could cum you got flipped over on your stomach.

you’re now facing the mattress tears in your eyes moaning loudly.

renjun picked up his speed, technically just pounding into you with a fast but steady rhythm.

after some time his motions got sloppier and you were overstimulated barely breathing.

“baby come with me, be my good girl” his voice was music in your ears walls clenched around his dick, you two cumming at the same moment.

renjun falls onto the couch next to you basically panting just like you are.

you weren’t able to think straight, only cuddling up in his arms while he placed little kisses all over your face.

“you did great baby, you’re so fucking perfect i am never letting you go again darling” lifting up your chin before kissing you passionately.

“i love you renjun, i always did and always will.” a small smile spread across your face, playing with his hair while kissing his cheek.

“i love you more y/n, forever and always.”

#nct #nct dream #nct 127 #nct icons #nct u #rockstarhaechan #nct imagines #haechan #nct lockscreens #nct moodboard #nct smut #nct dream smut #renjun x reader #renjun smut #nct reactions #nct imagine #nct dream x reader #nct dream imagine #nct fake texts

[sunny-mercya]

Naked Ecstasy

Trafalgar Law x Male Reader

Fandom -> One Piece

Masterlist

You sat on top of Law, straddling his lap as you roam your hands over his tanned skin—underneath his tanktop, the only piece of clothing Law had on, you absolutely find more than just hot on your man—and leaning down to graze your lips over his, lower lips caught between your teeth and gently nibbling on them.

Law holds your hips, gripping them slightly—fearing, jokingly, that you might fall off, with how eagerly you're over him—rubbing circles with his thumb onto your naked skin, than all you wore was his blue overcoat.

The sole sight of you, naked and on top of him—thoughts so lustful and unholy running through his mind and the things Law wanted to do with your body—brought a flush of red hue onto his skin.

Your harden member rubbed against his own, sending a friction of electricity and heat through Laws body and brought a low rumbled moan from his lips.

It had been long, so very long till Law and you had finally some time for one another. Time alone where neither of you had to be on guard, where mere sloppy kisses weren't enough now to satisfy upcoming needs and where neither of you had to hold back.

Law longed for you and your body since the last proper night you two had together—which Law couldn't quite remember when that was.

You raked your hands through Laws hair, which had gotten longer over the years, while Law pulls you even closer to him—deepen the next kiss with more hunger and lust, wanting to feel every inch of you again and print it in his mind forever.

~~~

You're barely awake enough, when Law had pulled—after the countless hours of rounds you two were doing—out from you and moving your body ever so slightly around.

You moaned out to him, more a painful and exhausted whimper it was, wanting Law back at your side—cuddling into his strong arms and sharing heat—and to just laze around, because you definitely weren't ready for anything but blissful sleep.

»Be right back, just getting us more comfortable« Law shushed you, moving his hand through your hair.

You blinked at him, nuzzling into his touch before his hand went away—and dropping back into sleep, head lulling away to the sides.

Law licked over his lips, finding it adorable how you looked right now—all sweaty and exhausted limp, from the tedious activity you two did together over hours and hours—and Law had the urge to ravenously take and eat you up again.

Picking you up, another moan left your lips, Law contemplating to which Ship he should teleport—his or yours, because he surely doesn't want to be seen—after all you two are still very humanly naked and messily sticky—by anyone, because if either of your or his crewmates saw—they would tease and have a field trip of gossip.

It wasn't like, that Law was embarrassed about you or wanted to hide his feelings and relationships with you—they all know about it since Punk Hazard—it's just, their teasing (and the overprotectiveness from your friends) was a hassle of annoyance and Sachi and Penguin were real professionals of asshat when it comes to such thing.

In the end, Law had chosen the Polar Tang. There he had his private quarters after all, because the last time he was on the Sunny—you hadn't your own room, even though your rather sensitive—insecurity—picky when it comes to sleeping around others and yet you choose to share a room with your mates—and you showing Law your "secret", they weren't even remotely close to secret and secure—not in his opinion at least—sleeping spots, when you do have those rare days of wanting to sleep alone somewhere safe and comfortable.

So yeah, Law rather prefers his own bed over a couch or makeshift bed somewhere in the kitchen.

~~~

»Mhm, your hair's getting longer. I liked it when it was all short, though I also like it how it's now, good to ruffle through and the bed hair? Certainly a hot look on you«

Law grunted in Response, rubbing over his face as you played with his hair and pulling at the longer strands at his neck.

It had been the most proper sentence you had said, after you finally—and for actuality—woke up from your sleep.

Maybe Law had been a bit too rough with you, because you were way out of it and when you would wake up—be it for just a few minutes, although in a sort of daze—all you would do was moan and mumbling incoherent nonsense of word piles to Law.

And then Law begun to worry, that if he had been too rough, he might could have brought you into a low-sugar state—but he checked twice and was relieved, you weren't.

You didn't question why you were in Laws bed, instead of laying on the hard ground in the forest and neither did you question why you're washed clean and only wearing one of Laws old hoodies.

»Can I keep your hoodie?«

»Why?«

»It's super comfy and warm and it reminds me of you«

Law grinned, pulling you closer towards him. Funny, he thought, that's the same thing you said back on Punk Hazard—when he had giving you one of his hoodies, after you discarded your coat (and only being left in a shirt and shorts) to hold of the massive wave of magma and ice cold water—which the marines accidentally released open from the dam.

You were astonished by the warmths of Law hoodie, that you didn't take it off until you docked on Dressrosa.

»If you want my hoodie, it costs you a kiss,«

»That's pricey, don't you think? How about I pay you two kisses?«

You kissed Laws lips once, than twice and when you wanted to pull away—Law holds you tight, deepen the kiss even more, till you felt no more oxygen in your lungs and flips you over.

Aah, there it was, that boyish—impish—like grin of your fiancé, you come to love.

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[lennadanvers]

Soap MacTavish comes back from deployement to his small apartment. It smells weird because it was closed for months, but it's tidy (mostly because he hasn't bothered to put things in it: he spends so little time there that it would be pointless). He throws his bag next to the door and walks to the livingroom. The curtains have some dust on them that goes flying around him. He has to force the window open.

It's early afternoon, and the warm, dim light covers the street a couple stories down. Soap looks up, breathing the clean air from outside and makes an interesting discovery. Right in front of his window is yours.

Last time he was here, the apartment in front of his was empty. Now it has a cozy couch, a nice glass table and a pretty little thing drinking tea sitting on top of the kitchen counter. You're wearing comfortable clothes, no bra, your feet are bare and your hair is down. He stares at you. You must be new here. Soap tilts his head. Maybe not that new. He's been gone for more than half a year.

The first week he tries. He opens his bag and puts his few clothes in the almost empty closet. Sleeps without an alarm, but he's up at 6 a.m. anyway. He goes to the store, roams the aisles and looks at things he doesn't need and he won't buy. Goes jogging in the fog at night.

But there's nothing else to do. He's going crazy, the empty routine doesn't stand a chance against his endless energy. He feels trapped.

Except when he looks out the window. You have taken the place of his favourite show. It amazes him how easily you fill your days. You bake (the smell goes all the way to his livingroom and has his mouth watering), read, listen to music (all day, every day, and you know all the lyrics), dance, work on your computer, dress up, clean, invite friends over...

Soap finds himself staring out his window more often than he'd like. He doesn't mean to be creepy. Doesn't obsess that way over you, really. It's just that you look so... Homely, folding clothes on your kitchen table like that.

When you grab the pile of clothes to put it away, he turns around and his own apartment hits him. It's plain, white and empty.

He wonders if your clothes would be enough to fill the empty space in his closet.

Something like a part 2 here

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I'm Using You*

*You're Using Me

A Jake Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: Jake interrupted your night of relaxation for some fun.

Tags: this is literally just smut. like fr no other notes. so that being said, MDNI DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

Words: 1.4 k

A/N: yeah I got drunk one night and found a new song and thought "hey that'd be fun". So here we are. This, like, just barely passes a blurb, so hurray new Jake fic. Title taken from Sin So Sweet by Warren Zeiders. Enjoy! <3

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You and Jake had a… well. Let’s just call it an “unconventional” relationship. 

During the light of day and in polite company, you two hardly ever looked in one another’s direction. It was rare that you two would speak when the sun was above the horizon. 

But when the stars began dotting the skyline and darkness covered the world like a blanket… well, let’s say that it was rare you two weren’t touching. 

“Say my name,” he growled directly into your ear, his fingers plunging deep within you as his other hand dug bruises into your neck with his tight grip.

Your bare back was pressed into his chest, his arm snaked between the valley of your breasts as he held you in place. 

You were gasping for breath, grasping at any part of him you could reach. Your claw-like nails left mulberry indentations in the shapes of waning crescents on his skin as you attempted to get a grip on the pleasure flooding your veins with each drive of his fingers. 

“Jake,” you breathed, unable to conjure up the mental capability for actual vocalization. 

He let out a deep chuckle that you felt in your own chest. The vibrations added to the scratch of his callouses scraping against the walls of your pussy made you shiver. But it was nothing to the bodily reaction you had to his next action. 

“Good girl,” he praised, breathing directly into your ear. 

Spreading your legs even farther apart to give him better access, you nearly spilled your cum against his thigh you were sitting on. You could feel your entire being shiver with the words, a choked noise struggling to leave your lips. 

“And since you’re being such a good girl, do you know what you get?” 

At this point, Jake took it upon himself to press his thumb onto your clit that was swollen from where he had sucked and lapped at it relentlessly earlier. Only thing about that was you weren’t allowed to cum from his tongue. No, you had to hold onto every fucking shred of your self-control to not explode all over his face. He had growled in your ear that he wanted to prove just how easy it was to make you cum by just using his fingers. He was in a mood when he barged into your apartment that night, a darkness in his eyes as soon as you looked into them. 

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to finish your greeting to him before he was grabbing you by the hair and smashing his lips into yours. It got heated immediately, just like all of your interactions. He was so mad that he had managed to rip your sleep shirt to shreds as he attempted to take it off. You would’ve been upset if it wasn’t so hot. 

He had then proceeded to hoist you up so that you had to wrap your legs around him, walking you over to your couch where you had been watching true crime documentaries before he knocked on your door. He had all but thrown you down onto it, climbing atop you and shoving his tongue into your mouth. Instantly his hands began roaming, his guitar calluses dotting his fingertips scratching against the soft and sensitive skin of your breasts. Your breathing had begun to come in bursts, each exhale laced with a small mewl of pleasure. He knew that you liked it when he just took what he wanted from you, so made sure to do exactly that. 

Jake circled the pad of his thumb quickly over your nipple, causing shockwave after shockwave to travel through your body. The entire time, he had been nipping at the skin of your neck, knowing that when you woke up tomorrow you’d have purple blemishes all over the skin there; his signature and claim on you. 

“What do good girls get?” you managed to whine out. Underneath it all, you were impressed that you were able to form a coherent response. 

“They get to cum,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, pressing his teeth against it after he finished speaking. 

That was all you needed. You had been teasing the line of release for so long now, you feared you were seconds away from imploding. At the words, you had cum all over his thigh, your body shaking as your hips rocked back and forth against his fingers in order to milk your pleasure for all it was worth. You let out the most pathetic noise to ever grace your ears, knowing that your face probably matched your tone. 

It had amused Jake endlessly, that laugh of his ricocheting through your body and only adding to the pleasure. 

It was seconds later that you fell limp against his chest, spent completely after how hard you had just cum. Jake used the opportunity to turn your head towards his, immediately locking lips with him. They were rough, the chapped skin scraping against your soft lips. But you had no complaints. It was part of the experience of Jake. 

“Was that good, pretty girl?” His voice was just barely above a rasp, his eyes dark with desire. 

You simply nodded your head, a blissed out smile on your lips. You felt like you were melting from it all, feeling like chocolate that had been left out in the sun for too long. 

“Good.” He repositioned you with your back laying down on the couch, caging you in with his arms. “‘Cause we’re only just getting started.” 

That was the only warning you had gotten before he began unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out from his boxer-briefs. You couldn’t help feeling like the prey to his predatory look, looming over you as he stroked his cock. 

You had gripped his shoulders as he lined himself up, your nails burrowing into his flesh as he plunged into you. You were already so slick from his spit, your slick, and release that he all but slipped in to the hilt with no resistance. 

You cried out at the sensation, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he slipped inside of you. Even though you two had done this all before, it never failed to take your breath away how wholly he fit inside of you. Your hole and walls began fluttering around him as he paused in order to allow you to adjust to his size, staring down at you intensely with this smirk that made your heart jump. 

Once you felt comfortable enough for him, you nodded your head and whispered out an “ok”. 

“Buckle up, angel,” he purred with a smirk pulling at the corner of his lip before setting a pace that made you see stars. 

Each drive into you milked moans out of your throat, each one louder and more emphatic than the last. If your eyes had been opened, you would’ve been able to see Jake’s cocky grin as he relished in your pleasure. 

Eventually, it got to the point where even Jake was making small noises with every thrust. You had done this enough times with him that you knew what this meant. 

“Come on, baby, take what’s yours,” you egged on, knowing that it would push Jake further towards the edge. 

And just like you predicted, Jake was hurtling towards release. With one well timed squeeze of your walls around him, Jake began sputtering for air and pulling out of you quickly before spurting his cum all over your chest and stomach. 

He loomed over you as he took a moment to catch his breath, stuffing himself back into his pants before zipping up and leaving for the bathroom. You watched him disappear down the hallway, burying your head into the pillow behind your head and waiting for your heart rate to slow down. 

It was a moment later that you snapped your eyes open after feeling something cold and wet hit your chest. You yelped in surprise, seeing Jake chuckling twistedly at your reaction. 

“Real mature, Jake,” you bit, taking the washcloth he had thrown at you and wiping yourself off. You shot him a dirty look as he continued to laugh. 

“You seem to think I’m mature enough to let me fuck you nearly every night,” he shot back. 

Rolling your eyes, you got up to your feet and threw the washcloth at him. 

“Don’t be seen leaving my place!” 

“You think I want people to know I came here??” 

“Just get out!” you yelled, half a mind to watch him to make sure he left. You didn’t have to. You were reassured of his departure by the slamming of your front door. 

“Prick,” you muttered under your breath, setting off to shower and resume your night of watching true crime documentaries before you had been so rudely interrupted. 

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