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i need to bounce on his wiener and HE'S FAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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god imagine being fingered by yosano

i don't know. i just think she knows how to use her fingers. she'd curl them the *right* way and it would feel sooooooooooo fucking good man. and she would be quietly cooing and mocking you in your ear, demanding you not to cum yet. her thumb slowly circling your clit- oh my fucking god

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i wanna play with atsushi's nipples i wanna fondle them and suck on them and make him moan n whimper i just. i just. atsushi tiddies

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𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔!

Summary: your perfect boyfie had a little trick up his dick

Pairing: atsushi x afab! Reader

T.W: cum eating,tit fucking(mentioned),dick sucking, office sex and well, biologically accurate octopus dick😄

A/N: Hello everyone its Cheese here! Sorry ive been away but i just had a thought and absolutelyyy needed to share it with you all!

Okay so y’know how some male octopus have one limb which is basically their dick that breaks off and plugs up the female octopus’ hole to ensure fertilization?(if you didnt,now you do!)

WELL

imagine atsushi but with a dick like that~

Imagine him ruthlessly pounding into your hole, in out in out, almost about to break your bed,cum coating your tits from when he fucked them and made you lick up the cum.

Imagine when he orgasms his little weretiger dick breaks off and when you get alarmed he assures you its normal and will grow back,but he tells you you need to keep it in. And that you do. And so Your leaky hole stays plugged up by your boyfriend’s veiny dick until he tells you to take it out(because youre an obedient little pet arenttt you☺️)

But what he forgets to tell you is that he still has control over the limb in your cunt,and throughout the day he makes you realise.

He makes it squirm and writh inside you and even furrow deeper inside and you obviously are nott hiding it well. So during your lunch break you pull him into the cleaning closet of the ada and beg him to fuck you stupid. He points out how he technically is dick-less and you whine in annoyance.

To which he simply hikes up your leg and pulls out his dismembered…member.

He uses it on you like a dildo until you all but scream his name into his shirt. He later takes it out and makes you suck it while he pumps his lithe fingers into your soaking cunt,flicking your aching clit and loving the sight of you choking on him at the same time. When you finally cum it feels so so relieving. He then drags his fingers along your wet folds one last time before tasting your essence. You both fix yourselves up and head back to work like nothingg had happened and gods was his waiting for his dick to grow back so he could do it all again🤤

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Thank you fellow pervs <3

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on your knees sucking nikolai's giant cock. he smirks down at you as he languidly guides your head up and down his dick, his grip on your hair unusually gentle. your hands are comfortably splayed out on his thighs. every now and then he casually lets out a long moan.

suddenly he pushes your head right down until your lips are at the base of his cock, his tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. your nails dig into the soft skin of his legs. you feel his length twitch in your mouth as you try to regain your breath. he lets out one last long, pleasured groan, and paints your throat white with his hot cum.

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closer

i wanna fuck you like an animal!

NSFW CONTENT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

wc: 1.6k

cw: switch!atsushi, d/s dynamics, gn+ada!reader, teasing, corruption kink, overstimulation, dry humping, mentions of edging and semi-public sex, dirty talk, name calling both ways (whore, slut, bitch, good boy, pretty, mine), spit, choking, unprotected sex, cum, everything is safe mostly sane and absolutely consensual just filthy and fucking nasty sorry

reid: what was supposed to be a <500 word blurb/concept turned into uh this. whoopsie! but come onnnnnn nnhggghsshnghhh sweet tiger boy i just wanna make him feral. lowercase intended

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he’s so beautiful. he looks like an angel, with his silver hair and wide, pretty eyes. it’s hardly your fault that he caught your attention from the moment dazai dragged him into the office.

and he’s far from naive to the capacity this world has for destruction, dazai tells you. and yet, you watched the way he threw himself at that bomb so selflessly. the way he flustered at the barrage of praise for being so qualified, so compassionate, such a perfect fit for the agency.

you watch atsushi for weeks to come as he blushes at any physical contact or verbal affection from anyone. you watch the way he stumbles into your desk and knocks over a cup of pens. he drops a few of his papers in the process, begins apologizing profusely, and reaches to tidy up your space before worrying about his own things. he’s stuttering as you help. your hand brushes his and he seems to glitch before smiling and saying sorry for that, too. you say it’s okay and bite down on the inside of your cheek; it’s all you can do to stifle the amusement from creeping onto your face. he’s just so cute.

you want to ruin him.

you know that, despite that angelic exterior, he already knows depravity.

but the depravity that he knows - as you come to understand from talking to him, going on assignments with him, helping him acclamate to the office - is violent. neglectful. he’s had hostility misplaced upon him for as long as he can remember. the horror he’s been exposed is what made him so meek and obedient, you deduce, and it breaks your heart a little bit, because you know there's an animal underneath all that.

you want to show him the good - the pleasure - to be found in the depraved.

so it begins with your invitations to meet at the café before and after work. you have sweet conversations; you banter and flirt and talk about life with him and bat your eyes and he gets all blushy and tries to talk back, but he's just too inexperienced. he's never had someone care to get close to him quite like this! and even though he likes it, likes you, he can't deny that you make him nervous.

you make your way into his proximity at work by plopping yourself on his desk to toy with his fingers or kissing his jaw when you pass him in the hallway. he's enthralled - with the sparkle in your eye, your hand brushing his waist, the wink you send him when kunikida berates you both for slacking off - and it barely takes any time at all. you make it all just subtle enough that it leaves him squirming with this unfamiliar ache.

you soon catch a glimpse of a certain ferocity in him; dazai's making you laugh a little too hard one day, and something in atsushi snaps.

he takes care to clock both of you out exactly as your shift ends, neither of you lingering in the usual way that you would, before dragging you along behind him back to the dormitory.

“atsushi? are you alright?”

he doesn't answer, just yanks you inside his apartment. you don't have time to breathe before his lips are on yours, messy and unpracticed.

“i want you to be mine,” he gasps into your mouth, pressing his hips to yours.

he wants you to be his, huh?

you chuckle, more than happy to oblige. you tell him you don't know if he realizes what he's in for, and he says he doesn't care. he wants you.

and it continues with his increasing neediness. he needs to know you still want him, needs to know you still like him, needs to know he’s enough. and the cruelest part is that you work him up - you let him wonder.

you let him wonder until he can’t take it anymore.

you send him coy smiles. you teach him how to use his tongue while he kisses you. you stroke his thigh under the table at meetings, wrap your arms around him just to squeeze his ass, shamelessly plant kisses on his neck in public, and it has him painfully hard when he shouldn’t be. atsushi understands what you’re making him feel - what he doesn’t understand is how deliberately you’re doing it, or where he should go from here.

he’s late one day. he’s never late. he’s a good boy, always fulfilling his duties on time and with a smile, so it’s alarming for the others in the office (save for kunikida, who’s annoyed) that he’s absent without warning.

so you make your way over. his apartment’s unlocked; his coat’s crumpled on the floor beneath the rack next to his untied shoes, almost as if he went to leave but then doubled back for something he forgot. you hear . . . something coming from his bedroom, and you call his name before going to investigate.

and you find him face down in his futon with his hips grinding furiously against the comforter bunched up between his legs. what's more? he’s crooning your name.

and you grin. you’re one step closer to accomplishing what you’ve been wanting for weeks.

“feel good, atsu?”

the yelp he lets out is adorable. he scrambles to flip himself over, cover himself up; you lean against his doorframe, arms crossed, and he pelts you with apologies. he’s sorry! he’s so sorry you’re seeing this! what are you doing here? how’d you get in? why are you looking at him like that? he’s redder than you’ve ever seen him, his chest is heaving, and all you can do is tsk.

skipping out on work to hump his bed at the thought of you? how filthy he is, you tell him. as you approach him you take note of the concerning amounts of cum staining his blankets, smearing across his stomach and chest, dripping down his fingers.

“well,” you say, “don’t stop just ‘cause I’m here.”

he almost cowers under your gaze as the worlds tumble out of his mouth.

“please, please just help me!” he begs you, whining your name. “you make me feel so- so- you're the reason I'm- ugh, I can’t- I need you to t- touch me! please, it hurts so bad . . .”

so you do, disregarding the cast of waiting characters who will undoubtedly see through whatever excuse you come up with when you return to the office with atsushi, flushed and clinging to you, in tow.

and after the first taste, he’s insatiable.

"please, please please please make me cum, please . . . !" "I'm yours! I'm all yours, I'm your good boy . . . !" "want it s' bad, I want it s' bad . . . !"

he wants you on him all the time. everyone's going out for lunch? he'll look at you, begging you to stay at the office with him so you can ride him on the couch. he drags his hand across your desk on his way to the bathroom as his way of saying meet me. ranpo charges someone, anyone, with a snack run since he's too lazy to do it himself, and atsushi's burning holes into you with his gaze, silently pleading for you to offer to take him with you and go so you can find somewhere on the way to suck him off.

and for the most part, he's so good for you. he quiets down when you clamp your hand over his mouth and tell him to shut his whore ass up before someone hears. he accepts your edging and your overstim in stride, thanking you when you let him cum, biting back his complaints when you don't. he takes everything you give him; whether he's your nasty little slut or your good boy he agrees, he worships your body every chance he gets, he laps up the spit you dribble onto his tongue. he's a dream. he's an angel. and he's usually so good.

but when he's bad, he's terrible. and it's just as beautiful.

"this is your fault," atsushi growls into your mouth as he’s fucking his third? fourth? load into you, so overstimulated that there’s tears running down his sweet face but so entranced by the way his dick disappears into you that he can't stop. you dig your nails into his arm and stroke his face with your other hand and giggle through your moans because it is your fault. you made him like this.

he eventually realizes how easily he can overpower you. he realizes he can pull you in by your shirt collar and call you a needy little bitch just as simply as you can him; he's a smart boy, atsushi, and it takes him a minute, but he figures you out. you're choking him? he's doing it back, and he's got a shit-eating smirk on his face as he leans in again to kiss you, hungry and well-taught. he stops twiddling his thumbs and looking at you with the word please on his face and starts sinking his teeth into your neck when he wants, sitting you on his thigh when he wants, spitting in your mouth when he wants. he learns he's allowed to take, too, and this is when you know you've freed the animal from its cage.

"you're mine. you're mine, you're mine, I love you . . . !" "jus' like that, jus' like that, you're takin' me so good . . . !" "we're done when I say we're done, pretty . . . !"

and it repairs that crack in your heart to know that he feels loved and cared for enough to ask for what he wants from you. at the end of the day, it's debatable who has who wrapped around their finger . . . sure, you ruined him first, but he's more than eager to return the favor. <3

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Writing something teehee

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my late night thoughts about chuuya nakahara ༊*·˚    

the first time chuuya takes his clothes off for you is on your third date—you're making out heavily on your bed & although neither of you want to cross the line fully yet, you're dying to feel the true touch of his fingers on your skin.

he pulls his gloves off one finger at a time—before unbuttoning his vest to get more comfortable, feeling the room growing hotter by the minute.

he looks away for your sake as he unstraps the guns and knives that were hidden under the outer layers of his clothes.

he expects you to be a little scared or at least inquisitive but you're still looking at him with those same lustful eyes as he undresses—and he knows you're ready to have his lips back on yours. your pretty little mind, you can hardly think about anything else in that moment.

"ha-not gonna ask, angel?" the words are muffled against your lips as he finds his place on top of you again, crawling over you before finding his lips at home on yours once more.

you sneak your hands under his t-shirt, the only one left, leaving gentle scratches there to remind him of you later.

"well-i'm guessing you're not a police officer?" you ask sarcastically, out of breath and not really giving a fuck about his answer in that moment.

you know he's into some shady shit—but you couldn't care less. you'll make your own judgements.

he laughs genuinely at that before his lips are back on your skin, trailing soft kisses down your neck.

"not even close, sweetheart."

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chuuya eats you out like a man starved. he’ll start by throwing your legs over his shoulders, then uses two fingers to spread your lips open and admire your already soaked, glistening pussy, smirking because he knows it’s his pussy. he’ll lick one fat stripe from your hole to your clit, where he’ll linger for a bit, sucking on it softly. once you’ve started squirming, he’ll use the tip of his tongue to flick it a few times before using the flat of his tongue to press against it knowing you’ll hump his mouth, chasing the pressure. as he returns to sucking on your clit, two fingers will find your hole, inching their way inside you and scissoring to stretch you open. the fingering plus eating duo is fucking heavenly, and chuuya knows that. and then he just gets messy with it - spitting to lube you up even better so he can shove his face even deeper between your legs, happy to die buried inside your cunt. his face is covered in saliva and your slick - it drips from his chin and pools underneath you, soaking the sheets. the noises he makes are ungodly too; moaning and groaning into your pussy like eating you out is the greatest pleasure of his life - and it is!! he loves the taste, the smell, the sounds you make and the squelching from how wet everything is. chuuya will stay right there between your thighs until you’re basically prying him off your pussy from overstimulation and more orgasms than you can count!!!

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"I could fix him," and I could make him beg like a whore. What's your point?

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lets serenade Lesbians.

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Hi!! I really enjoy your works!!! Thank you very much for sharing your talent with us!!!

🚫NSFW ahead

I'm not sure how to write this, but, I'd like to request a one shot with William. Like, after a tiring day, he and his darling have a very romantic bath (with like, flower petals and champagne) which slowly turns into soft sex? Also, if you feel comfortable, can the reader be fem?

I hope this is ok with you, if you don't want to write it then don't!! Thank youuuuuuuu byeeeeeeee

A/N: My god, this is the cutest way I've seen anyone request smut. I hope you have a wonderful day/night waiting for you. GUYS IM KINDA PROUD OF RHIS

Format: Story Writing.

Tags: NSFW, Soft smut, Slight Praise Kink, Established Relationship, Fingering, Intercourse, Penetration, Use of pet names such as 'darling' and 'love'.

“Soft Respite & Liquor„

William J. Moriarty x Fem!Reader

The crickets chirp emphatically in the green grass outside the residence, rubbing rough portions of their wings together. The weather tonight is humid — only further increasing the fatigue of the couple inside.

The two, even with the damp and muggy environment, can't help but slump against each other helplessly — peeling off the layers of clothes that bound each other.

William's eyes immediately go hazy at the sight, placing his palms on her hips and caressing the soft skin there with tenderness.

“Dazzling.” He murmurs, exhaling shakily. It had been too long since the two had any form of intimacy. The absence of affection between each other due to the strenuous work that had been piling up for the both.

“How I've longed for you.” William whispers as he leans in against (Name), angling his face just enough to pepper the softest of kisses against his lover's supple neck.

The two, lost in their love for each other, feeling the need bridge the gap of contact that they had to suffer through for so long, lock their lips against each other. William's caresses that have not yet left his darling's hips grow softer. Infinitely more tender.

(Name), in a daze of kisses, loops her arms around William's neck and brings him in closer. His lips return to her neck and she tips her head back to let him nibble on the skin better. He reaches her calves, pulling her up. (Name) wraps her legs around his waist.

The quiet and small noises of lips connecting and disconnecting, soft sighs, shaky breaths and the discarding of their remaining garments hitting the marble floor with a soft rustle follow them into the bath.

The couple enters the bathtub embraced by porcelain curves and floating rose petals with a small splash. Scented candles cast a gentle orange glow on the entire bathroom along with two glasses and a chilled bottle of sparkling wine that stand ready for them.

Small laughs from the two eventually lead to eye-contact that lasts longer than they usually do, sipping on champagne lead to gazing at each other's lips and before they're aware — they're kissing each other again.

(Name) crouches down low on the bathtub, her breasts resting against the rim of it and William kneels behind her, hot breath hovering over her skin as he sensually trails his lips from her nape to the small of her back, causing a wake of goosebumps.

She turns her head over her shoulder to look at him, eyelids equally hooded with lust as she places an index finger under her chin to pull him close. William's chin now rests on (Name)'s shoulder to inhale her scent before he locks his lips with her own again, causing her eyelids to flutter shut momentarily.

His fingertips slowly, sensually and languidly travel over her back to her ass until they rest at the apex of her legs. He taps very slightly at the entrance with his middle finger, asking for permission.

“...May I?” He asks in a hoarse whisper against her earlobe — the raspiness and the desperation in his voice sounding delicious.

(Name)'s breath hitches, nodding her head ever so slightly. With a soft sigh, William slides his middle finger into her wet folds, watching with delight as her head tips back against his shoulder. He kisses her cheek.

William slowly pumps his fingers in and out of her, the slick making it fairly easy to ease another finger in. He treats her body like a delicate instrument, withdrawing the most melodious moans out of her throat.

(Name) feels waves of pleasure begin to overcome her — slowly, but surely. A curl of his fingers and that causes (Name) to go over the edge. She’s trembling, hips bucking as she rides out her orgasm, blabbering William's name over and over again in soft murmurs.

He allows her a moment of rest, watching her chest heave heavily as she comes down from her high. He's panting just from watching her come.

His mind's a flurry of all obscenities that he wants to try out with her. To ravish her. However, that wouldn't really do. Tonight was a night reserved for affections, after all.

He aligns his tip against her sex, rubbing it up and down her entrance to gather wetness that would aid as a form of lubrication.

With a silent whisper of announcement to enter her, William places his hands on (Name)'s hip — guiding him down on his cock.

The both gasp softly as he bottoms out, giving her a moment to get used to him before he begins to move inside of her. Slowly, gently. (Name)'s lips find his again, swallowing each other's moans as the two roll their hips against each other; cheeks flushed pink.

“Are you alright?” He whispers. “Is this okay?”

(Name), her head already too high up in the clouds, couldn't answer — only gasps and moans and the prettiest of whimpers leaving her lips as her fingers claw feebly at the rims to try and ground herself. To stabilise her, even if just a little against the pleasure.

“Liam..” She moans out, her walls tighten around him. William groans, head falling against her shoulder at the sudden clench.

“I—” He huffs, leaving a faint red mark on her nape. “You need to tell me, (Name). If you don't like what I'm doing to you right now.”

“I do. Oh god, Liam.” (Name) inclines her back, pressing her plushness further against his hips - pulling him in, sucking him in deeper. “I love it. So, so much. I love you.”

(Name) feels a warmness begin to pool in her stomach sizzling waves of pleasure begin to take over her - especially when William extends a hand between her legs to rub at her clitoris. The sensation, too overwhelming for her makes her orgasm around his cock. Her legs tremble, moaning into her arm as she experiences her second orgasm of the night.

William shudders in pleasure, snapping his hips against hers repeatedly but the motion is so very beautiful, so very tender.

“You've done well, love. So well. Hold on just a little longer for me.” He grasps at her curves to steady himself, murmuring all kinds of praises as his thrusts go from a steadfast, loving pace to a more sloppy, desperate one.

“Can I—” His words are cut off with a grunt, feeling her insides flutter around him brilliantly. He pants heavily as he leans back ever so slightly. “—haah... inside you?”

A whimpered “Yes” in that sweet, sweet tone - so breathy and so lovely of hers was all he needed, all that was required to tip him right over. He released, head slumping forward as he exploded into his own orgasm.

A mixture of moans, groans and whimpers echo throughout the bath, both of their eyelids flittering shut. William bucks his hips gently, slowly - making sure his pace is kind to her body before he eventually stops.

A comfortable silence fills the air, the two gasping for air from their intimate activities. William pulls (Name) on top of him so she can easily settle and relax against his chest, his back now resting against the rim of the bathtub while he pulls her in close to him.

“That was..” (Name) exhales. “Amazing.”

William hums in satisfaction, pushing a lock of (Name)'s hair behind her air. “It was.”

“I guess we need like, an actual bath now, huh.” (Name) grins lazily, snuggling up to him.

William returns the smile, kissing her head.

“I guess we do.”

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Even Gentlemen Have Needs

Pairing: James Bonde x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dirty talk, fingering, praise, nipple sucking, horny fantasies, guided masturbation

Word count: 1.2k

Ao3

Kinktober Day 19: Dirty Talk

A/N: James Bonde is my favorite character in Yuumori, writing this was so fun, I'll definitely be writing more content with him sometime. The prompt for kinktober was 'dirty talk' with James Bonde.

Bonde was always an observer. How people react, how they talk, how they behave alone and in public, the secrets they share, the behavior they displayed when they're most vulnerable, he loved seeing all of it.

But no sight ever came close to you on his bed, naked perched up on your knees, with your hand working furiously between your legs.

It wasn't fair, here you were naked in front of him, moaning, face flushed, heart racing so fast that it's gonna beat out of your chest, and he was calmly sitting in his chair, his ankle resting on his knee, still fully dressed in his suit, elbow on the desk, his cheek resting in his hand, and that smug expression on his face as he watched you.

"Why are you slowing down my dear? Have I told you that you can stop?" He voice is calm, but as smooth as silk. Your walls clench and pulse around your fingers. You shake your head and groan low in your that, your lip between your teeth as you sped up. "That's better."

"Bu-But I want-I want you to-" He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing just a little.

"Yes?"

"I want you- your fingers instead." You admit, the admission followed by the bed creaking under your knees as you rode your hand. You've had your fingers inside you many times but it never felt quite like this, never before did you have Bonde looking at you like that, almost like he wanted to eat you, to ruin you for anyone and everyone else.

"Do you? You seem to be doing a fine job yourself. Such pretty, lewd sounds coming from your mouth, from between your thighs. So skilled too, tell me have you spent many nights doing exactly this? Wishing it were me between your legs instead?" You can't help but notice the way his fingers twitched just a little from his own words.

You feel emboldened by the tone of his voice, tempted to spill your secrets. That voice, the way he's looking at you, his cute beauty mark and the teasing, yet soft smile on his lips, those were his true weapons. His ability to charm you so completely, make you do whatever he wished, whenever he wished. And you loved it all, you needed it like you needed air, "Yes." You hiss as you pressed your thumb over your clit, "So many times. I always think about you."

"And what is it that you think about my darling? Perhaps my fingers, knuckle deep inside you, keeping your legs open, my teeth marking that pretty skin and letting everyone know you belong to me."

"You... you pin me down on your desk," You glance to Bonde's side, your legs spreading wider as you recall the fantasy of last night, "You degrade me while you're eating me out. You don't stop, not even when I tell you I can't handle more orgasms. You still make me come, and I have to lay there and take it."

You look up at him, noticing his eyes are closed in bliss. Oh god, he's imagining it, he's thinking about it. Bonde takes a deep breath and uncrosses his legs. When his eyes open again they are a stormy, dark blue.

His stride is purposeful, his hands untying his tie, throwing it onto the floor and untying few buttons as he comes to stand over you, one knee on the edge of the bed. You know you must look really pitiful then, moaning and whimpering just from having him so close. "I'd offer to ruin you but based on what you've told me I'd say you're already there. I could however offer you a helping hand." His soft hands makes it way down between your legs as well, his eyes never leaving yours, although you are having trouble keeping them open now, "Will you let me darling?"

"Yes, god yes!" You feel his fingers slide against yours as you move your hand away, only for the feeling of emptiness to be filled moments after by two of Bonde's own fingers. His hands are just a bit bigger then yours but somehow still softer, despite his spy work, you always liked that about him. "I'd let you do anything, just keep talking to me."

"Talking?" He laughs against your neck, warm breath tickling you on his way to your breasts, "I was planning to do much more than that. But I am flattered you enjoy the sound of my voice so much. Are two fingers enough, do you need another one? Do you want them deeper?" Not waiting for an answer he pushed them in as deep as they could go, curling them forward with every pull, your horny, slick juices flowing down his hand.

"They're perfect, you're prefect." You babble into his hair as your fingers thread through it, keeping his mouth near your breasts.

Bonde doesn't hesitate to suck on them as soon as he's leveled with your nipples, switching from one to the other as soon as he feels them go stiff under his tongue and lips. You can see that he's slowly losing his composure as well, slowly letting his own lust show through the cracks of his perfectly crafted demeanor.

"I'm no where near perfect. That title belongs to you my sweet darling. You've managed to capture me. Me, who lives for the thrill of the chase and disguise, who thrives in it. You said you want to just lay there and take it? Then have it, all of me, all my love for you." The heel of his hand presses against your clit with every word he speaks, eventually pushing you over the edge of your long awaited, needed orgasm. "That's it my darling. Show me, let me see it, let me feel you around me, taking me deep." His voice is barely recognizable now, low and snarling as he fucks your orgasm out of you so hard it triggers another one right after.

He pushes you down onto the bed with force, his fingers still inside you, pumping in and out quickly, staining the bed. His lips crash against yours, swallowing all your sounds, dragging out more and more until you go completely limp, your head and body feeling so light. You're grateful for his extra weight on top of you, his voice whispering, "Easy. You did good. Shh. Relax, I'm here, I always will be." He kisses those affirmations into your skin so you never forget them, even as you begin to drift off into unconsciousness, his fingers still slowly thrusting between your legs, "Don't faint on me now love, you're the one who said she wanted to be ruined. W still have my desk to defile." He laughs against your shoulder.

"Mhm. Desk."

Bonde huffs in amusement, "Perhaps another time then." He keeps kissing you, slowly and gently, making your eyelids feel heavy with exhaustion, "I can wait. I have some ideas of my own that I wish to try." Oh that tone of voice, that seductive tone is sure as hell not gonna help the already way too horny dreams you were about to have because of this love making session.

When you wake up you were gonna have new fantasies to try out for sure.

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''open your mouth, baby.''

''...huh'' you blink dumbfoundedly as you stare at the man hovering above you. his messy hair pushed back with a few strands falling over his face.

''i said..'' he grabs your cheeks with only one hand as he brings his face closer to you. his eyes looking into yours and holding eye contact.

''open your mouth for me, pretty.''

you hesitantly obey. slowly opening your mouth for him while unaware of what he intended to do.

he grins as you slowly began to open your mouth, flashing his pearl white teeth with a menacing look in his eyes.

''thats it, good girl...open a little wider..''

you do as he says. opening your mouth wider as you stare at him cluelessly. but your eyes soon widen when a warm liquid suddenly hits your tongue. you blink twice or so, trying to process what that was before realization finally hits. he just spit in your mouth.

''shallow.''

he says as he wipes his bottom lip with his thumb, a little spit having remained on his bottom lip after he spit inside your mouth.

again, you obey. shallowing down his spit. letting it go down your throat as your eyes never leave his.

he groans at the sight.

''god...so fucking obedient. such a pretty little slut for me, arent you?''

he chuckles as he brings a hand up to push back all the stray strands of hair that fall over his face but some of them refuse to get pushed back and come bouncing back.

''your...making me hard again.'' he sighs as he brings a hand down to his length and strokes it.

''you can go again right? oh fuck- you have no idea how pretty you look right now all fucked out...''

all you can do is stare at him as you still pant slightly from him fucking you previously. looking into his eyes with your fucked out ones.

your eyes travel down from his eyes to his hands, that suddenly grabbed your thighs. you let out an small gasp when he pushes your legs back into your chest. he slowly positions his rock hard cock against your pussy as he licks his lips. you moan when he rubs his tip onto your entrance teasingly, he does it checking to see how you would respond. would you push him away? crying that its too much for you to go again without a proper break or would you moan beautifully for him and let him do as he pleases?

turns out it was the latter because you do moan when he rubs his tip against your pussy. it makes him grin because he knows you want this too. want him to fuck you into a fucking mess.

''ah, look baby..your twitching down here.. do you want me that badly? gonna let me fuck you till you get pregnant with my babies, arent you? heh..my baby is so naughty..''

gojo, toji, samuel seo, mammon, tsukishima kei, oikawa, jonggoo, ace,

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im not a monster fucker but yes i am. lovecraft

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tugging on atsushi's dick while whispering all the dirty thoughts i have about him into his neck...leaving kisses and marks...and feeling his shaky body beneath my fingertips....mm