#power nip rub

[royaltea000]

have u ever doodled nyo!gil :? shes so silly

Yeah I have actually! I have a wip of her I doodled in my files but I couldn’t decide whether she should have long or short hair - here she is! :D

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Wes playing bass with 'From First To Last'

[cumironi]

A BRAT IS ALL I WANT ！

TOJI FUSHIGURO has a breeding kink, and you’ll be damned if you give into it! but in reality, he just wants to start a family with you.

warning. husband! toji fushiguro, breeding kink, ōral ( m! receiving ), fingering, nipple-playing, dirty talk, pet names, name-calling.

wc. 4,5k | in this megumi wasn't born yet.

sure, you loved being toji fushiguro's wife. however, he sure knows how to get your nerves screaming. your birth control switched out for ibuprofen, holes in condoms, fucking you raw in your sleep even!

“c’mon baby.. i want a brat…”

toji drawls, so sexy and arrogant. you absolutely fume, straddling his lap as he gives you that big, scarred, smile. he has a breeding kink, and you’ll be damned if you give into it!

“let me fuck you raw again, baby…”

you glare at him defiantly, hands on your hips as you straddle his lap. “absolutely not, toji! we've been over this. i'm not ready for a kid right now.”

he just grins up at you cockily, large hands gripping your waist. “aw c'mon babe, don't be like that. you know you love feeling my cum flood your tight little pussy.” is thumbs rub circles on your lower belly. “and i know you'll look so damn hot all round and glowing with my baby growing inside you."

you scowl and try to wriggle off his lap but he holds you firmly in place, erection pressing insistently against your ass. “unhand me, you brute!” you demand haughtily, “i won't be bred against my will!”

his eyes gleam with mischief and lust, hands tightening around your waist as he chuckles deeply. “oh, but darling... i think you're enjoying this way more than you let on,” he teases, nipping lightly at your earlobe.

his fingers trail down towards your thighs, deftly slipping under the hem of your skirt to tease along your inner thigh. “besides, who said anything about doing it against your will? i just wanna see those pretty tits swell up with milk and feel our son kicking inside ya...”

with a swift movement, he flips you onto your back on the couch before you can react, pinning you beneath his heavy frame. his breath is warm against your neck as he whispers huskily, “now why don't we make ourselves comfortable while we discuss this further?”

“you're such an infuriating man!” you huff indignantly, squirming underneath him despite yourself. “fine then, if i have to do this, you better make it worth my while!”

your hands reach up to claw at his chest, nails digging into the hard muscle there as you push against him. the firmness of his body pressed against yours sends shivers through your spine. “show me what else you can do besides getting me pregnant...”

he smirks down at you, clearly pleased with your response. “is that so?” he murmurs seductively, trailing kisses along your jawline until he reaches your lips.

his tongue slips past them in a dominant sweep that leaves no room for argument. one hand moves from your hip to cup one of your breasts over the fabric of your shirt, thumb rubbing over the hardened nipple through the material.

“you've got quite the mouth on you when you're angry,” he growls approvingly before pulling away slightly to admire his handiwork— the flush spreading across your cheeks and chest. “but don’t worry baby... i plan on showing you plenty tonight.”

your breath catches in your throat as he continues his assault on your senses. you arch up into his touch, nipples pebbling harder against the palm of his hand.

“arrogant bastard...” you gasp out between moans, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity despite the heat pooling between your legs.

but it’s futile— every brush of his skin against yours sets fire to your veins and makes your heart race faster. the sight of him looming above you like this, so powerful yet so gentle at times... it drives you wild.

“just remember this next time you decide to play doctor without consent,” you manage to say through gritted teeth before biting down on your lip hard enough to taste blood. he chuckles darkly at your words, but doesn't stop what he's doing. instead, his other hand slides down from your waist to grip your thigh tightly.

“oh, i'll remember alright,” he promises huskily before leaning down to capture another kiss from you.

his free hand slips beneath your shirt to find bare skin, tracing up along your ribcage until he reaches your breast once more. this time though, there's no barrier between them— only soft flesh meeting rough fingertips.

“feel good?” he asks teasingly as he rolls your nipple between two fingers causing sparks to shoot straight down to your core. the sensation of his touch on your bare skin sends shockwaves through you. a low whimper escapes from deep within your throat as he teases your sensitive nipple.

“too good,” you admit breathlessly, tilting your head back against the cushioned couch back. your hips instinctively buck upwards seeking friction against nothing but air. the need for something— anything— to fill that empty ache gnawing at you becomes almost unbearable.

“just because i say yes doesn't mean you get to take advantage of me,” you pant out weakly, trying desperately to keep hold of whatever shred of control left over. but with each stroke of his fingers over your heated flesh, it feels less like a warning and more like an invitation into pleasureland.

a wicked grin spreads across his face at your words. “take advantage? me?” he questions mockingly, though there's a glint of amusement in his eyes.

slowly, deliberately, he starts to slide downwards— kissing and licking a path along your collarbone before dipping lower still until he reaches the swell of your breasts. “i think we both know who's really in charge here,” he rumbles against your skin, hot breath ghosting over one hardened peak, “and it ain't you.”

without warning, he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard— tongue swirling around it torturously slow while his hand continues its ministrations on the other side.

a sharp cry tears itself from your lips as waves of pleasure crash over you. his mouth on your breast feels incredible; too much so for comfort. your fingers tangle into his hair, holding him close against you. despite everything you’ve been saying, it’s clear that you’re losing ground fast.

“don't stop...” you breathe out heavily, unable to deny him anymore.

even though part of you knows this isn't fair— that he's manipulating things to get exactly what he wants— another part relishes in being taken care of like this. and god help you, but it feels amazing.

“oh, fuck! just please...”

he hums in approval against your breast, the vibration sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. “that's it, sweetheart,” he coaxes, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before moving to lavish attention on its twin. “just let go and enjoy it. you know you love when i take charge.”

his hands roam your body possessively, palming your curves and squeezing roughly enough to leave marks. when he finally pulls back to gaze down at you, his expression is pure sin— dark eyes blazing with hunger and dominance.

“now, where were we?” he muses, voice dripping with promise as he starts to unbutton his shirt— revealing chiseled abs and a scattering of scars. “why don't you show me just how grateful you are for my attention?” he suggests, fingers already working to undo his belt buckle.

the sight of him undressing, even partially, sends a surge of arousal coursing through your veins. your breath hitches in anticipation as he leans closer again. “like this?” you ask, reaching out to trace a finger down his chest, feeling the ridges of muscles ripple beneath your touch.

your hand dips lower, brushing against the bulge straining against his pants. a smirk curls your lips at the feel of him throbbing beneath your fingertips. “or maybe like this?” you whisper suggestively, giving his hardness a firm squeeze through the fabric. his bulge feels heavy on your palm.

he lets out a low groan at your touch, hips jerking forward involuntarily as you fondle him through his pants. “that's it, baby,” he encourages, his own hands coming up to cup your breasts again, kneading them roughly. “get me nice and hard for you.”

with a swift motion, he frees himself from his trousers, allowing his thick cock to spring forth. it stands proud and erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum. “now why don't you put that clever mouth of yours to good use?” he commands, stroking himself slowly as he watches you with hungry eyes.

“lick it clean first, then take me deep inside that sweet little throat of yours. show me how much you want to be bred by me, my love.” the sight of his impressive erection makes your mouth water. with shaky hands, you reach out to wrap your fingers around his shaft. he's warm and solid in your grasp— a tangible proof of his arousal. you can't resist leaning in to lap at the precum beading at the tip, savoring the salty-sweet flavor.

leaning forward, you press a lingering kiss onto the head of his cock before taking it into your mouth. the salty-sweet flavor explodes on your tongue as you start to suck gently. “mmm, tastes good,” you murmur appreciatively before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and sucking gently.

as you begin to bob your head, taking him deeper into your warm, wet mouth with each pass, you feel yourself getting lost in the sensation. his musky scent fills your nostrils, and the weight of him on your tongue is intoxicating.

you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, determined to please him. your hand comes up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them in your palm as you work his shaft with increasing enthusiasm.

you bob your head back and forth, taking as much of him as possible into your warm cavernous space. each stroke sends tremors rippling through your body making it difficult to concentrate on anything else besides pleasing him right now.

a low, guttural moan escapes his lips as you take him deeper, the sound vibrating through you as you suck. his fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements.

“fucking hell, just like that,” he growls, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as you work him over, “such a good little cocksucker, aren't you?”

he rocks his hips in time with your bobbing head, fucking your face with increasing urgency. the sight of your lips stretched tight around his girth, the way your cheeks hollow with each suck, is almost too much to bear. “you're going to make me cum so hard down your throat if you keep this up,” he warns, voice strained with pleasure. “ready to swallow every drop like a good girl?” his pace quickens, driving himself deeper with each thrust.

your nose presses against his pubic bone as he hits the back of your throat, the pressure building with each thrust. tears prick at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, but you don't dare pull away.

“mmph!” you gag slightly as he bottoms out, but quickly recover, relaxing your throat to take him even deeper. the vibrations of your muffled moans add to the sensations as you continue to suck and lick at his shaft.

your free hand slides up his abdomen to tease his nipples, pinching and rolling them between your fingers as you service him. the dual stimulation of your mouth and hands pushes you closer to the edge, your own arousal building rapidly.

you look up at him through tear-filled eyes, watching his face contort in pleasure as you work him over. his hips buck wildly, driven by instinct alone as you manage to take him impossibly deep. the sight of those full lips wrapped tightly around his cock, trembling from effort and pleasure— it's all too much.

“oh fuck, right there...” he grunts out, eyes locked onto yours, “that's it, swallow every inch.”

with a final powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt in your throat. he holds there for a moment longer than necessary, letting you adjust before beginning to move again.

“gonna fill you up soon,” he whispers hoarsely, his control slipping as ecstasy floods through him. his strokes become erratic as he teeters on the brink of release.

“just... just a bit more, my l-love...”

the feeling of him pulsing against your tongue is exquisite, his impending climax evident in the way his cock throbs and twitches in your mouth. you double your efforts, sucking harder and faster as you sense his orgasm approaching.

your throat constricts around him rhythmically as you swallow, milking his shaft for all it's worth. drool escapes from the corners of your stretched lips, dripping down your chin and onto your heaving breasts.

you can feel your own arousal building to a fever pitch, your core clenching around nothing as you imagine him filling you up with his seed. the thought alone nearly pushes you over the edge. but you hold off, determined to make him come first. you want to taste his essence, to feel him pulse and twitch in your mouth as he finds his release.

with a guttural groan, he slams home one last time, holding you in place as his cock erupts in your mouth. thick ropes of hot cum coat your tongue, flooding your senses with the intense flavor of his release.

“fuuuckkk!” he bellows, eyes rolling back in bliss as he rides out his orgasm. his grip on your hair tightens, not painful but insistent, keeping you still as he empties himself into your eager mouth. wave after wave of his seed pulses across your taste buds, each spurt a testament to his pleasure. finally, with a shuddering gasp, he stills, his cock softening slightly within the confines of your lips.

“swallow it all, baby,” he orders, voice husky with satisfaction, “every last drop belongs to you now.”

you eagerly swallow every last drop of his cum, savoring the taste as it coats your tongue and slips down your throat. his seed is potent and rich, leaving an unmistakable warmth spreading throughout your belly.

reluctantly releasing him from your mouth, you sit back on your heels, panting heavily. your lips are swollen and bruised from their vigorous use, a satisfied smile curving them despite the discomfort.

you reach up to wipe away some of the drool trickling down your chin, smearing it over your cleavage instead. looking up at him through half-lidded eyes filled with lust and satisfaction, “did i do okay?”

he looks down at you, chest heaving with each breath as he fights to regain his composure. a satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and disheveled.

“you always did, baby,” he replies, voice rough with residual pleasure, “best damn blowjob i've ever had.” he reaches out to run a finger along your jawline, tracing the path of a single tear that has managed to escape. his touch is surprisingly gentle given the intensity of what just transpired.

“but we're not done yet,“ he adds with a predatory gleam in his eye, “it's my turn to breed you now.” without waiting for further response, he pulls you towards him until you're straddling his lap once more. his cock is already starting to stir again, eager for another round. you wrap your arms around him, smiling so beautifully just like how you are, his sweet, sweet little wife.

feeling your arms encircle him, toji lets out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. his hands roam over your body, taking delight in the softness of your skin beneath his calloused palms.

“i'm glad you're mine,” he murmurs into your ear, nipping gently at the lobe, “i plan on making you feel very well taken care of.” his hands slide lower, pulling your hips flush against his growing erection. the sensation makes him groan in anticipation.

“so let's get started, shall we?”

you giggle softly, leaning in to press your lips to his in a tender kiss. as you pull back, you whisper, “i love being yours, toji. show me how much.” emboldened by your words, you begin to grind against him, your slick heat coating his length through the fabric of your underwear. the friction sends sparks of pleasure coursing through you, stoking the flames of desire even higher.

he captures your lips again in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim every inch of your mouth. when you break apart, panting, he grips your hips firmly and begins to rock you against him, the motion deliberate and slow.

“that's it, ride my cock,” he commands, voice thick with need, “let me feel that sweet pussy of yours rubbing against me.” his hands slide under your shirt, palming your breasts roughly as he continues to grind you against his hardness. the sensation is maddening, each pass sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

“fuck, you're soaked,” he growls, breaking the kiss to trail biting kisses down your neck, “can't wait to bury myself inside you and fill you up.”

you moan loudly, the sensation of his hard cock pressing against your clit driving you wild. you arch your back, pushing your breasts further into his grasp as he tweaks and rolls your sensitive nipples. you can hardly stand it anymore; the need to have him inside you is overwhelming. you start to move faster against him, desperate for more contact.

“oh god, toji,” you whimper, looking into his eyes, “please, i need you... need you to fuck me.”

hearing your plea, toji's restraint snaps. with a swift movement, he stands up, carrying you effortlessly in his arms. he strides towards the bed, laying you down upon it with surprising gentleness considering the urgency of his actions.

“you'll get exactly what you ask for,” he promises, yanking down your panties with a rough tug. his gaze falls upon your glistening folds, wet and ready for him.

positioning himself between your thighs, he lines up his throbbing member at your entrance. without another word, he plunges deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely. “fucking perfect,” he grunts out, beginning to set a punishing pace. each thrust drives him deeper, hitting spots within you that make stars burst behind your eyelids.

a loud cry tears itself from your throat as he fills you entirely, stretching your walls deliciously. the sensation is overwhelming, causing your entire body to shake.

“oh, t-toji, baby..” you plead desperately, wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him even deeper if possible. every stroke hits just right, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. your fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching lightly over his skin as you cling to him for support. you can't help but buck up to meet each of his powerful thrusts, desperate to take everything he offers.

he growls in approval, loving the way you claw at him as he pounds into your willing body. the sound of your cries and the sight of your breasts bouncing with each forceful thrust only spur him on.

“look at me,” he demands, his voice thick with lust, “want to see those pretty eyes when i breed you.” his hands grip your hips tightly, anchoring you to him while he drives into you mercilessly. the slap of flesh echoes around the room, punctuating the symphony of moans and groans.

as he watches your face contort with pleasure, toji leans down to capture a nipple between his teeth, nibbling harshly before soothing it with a flick of his tongue. you obey instantly, meeting his gaze with wide, lust-filled eyes. the combination of his commanding presence and the raw pleasure he's giving you leaves you breathless.

“oh fuck, toji...” your voice trails off into a series of broken whimpers as he teases your nipple. the dual sensations of his cock pounding into you and his teeth grazing your sensitive bud send shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins.

your inner walls clench around him involuntarily, trying to milk him for all he's worth. but it's clear that you're far from finished; there's still so much more you want from this dominant man.

feeling your walls flutter around him, toji can't hold back a satisfied grunt. he releases your breast with a pop, watching as a bead of blood appears where he'd been sucking. “good girl,” he praises, slapping your thigh lightly for emphasis, “keep coming for me.”

with renewed vigor, he starts slamming into you harder than before. each thrust goes deeper than the last, aimed directly at that spot inside you that makes stars dance across your vision. the bed creaks under their combined weight as he picks up speed, driven by pure instinct and carnal desire.

the sharp sting of pain from his bite quickly gives way to intense pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. your body bows off the mattress with each brutal thrust, helpless to resist the onslaught of sensation.

“o-oh god, oh god!“ you whimpering, your voice hoarse from crying out in ecstasy. your mind blanks, consumed solely by the primal urge to be filled, claimed, bred. you lock your ankles behind his back, using every ounce of strength to pull him impossibly deeper. your hips rise to meet his, creating a frenzied rhythm that threatens to shatter you completely.

the feeling of you wrapping yourself around him, urging him on, pushes roji closer to the edge. he feels your body tensing beneath him, signaling that you’re nearing your climax. “that's it,” he encourages through gritted teeth, “come for me, show me how much you love being fucked by your husband.”

his thrusts become erratic as he chases his own release. the thought of filling you with his seed fuels his arousal further. “going to breed you so good,” he vows before capturing your lips once more in a bruising kiss. the intensity of his words coupled with the relentless pace of his thrusts sends you spiraling into oblivion. a scream rips from your throat as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave.

“i'm cumming!“ you cry out, your body convulsing around his cock as waves of pleasure rip through you. your juices coat his shaft, slickening the path for him to find his own release. your inner muscles clench and unclench rhythmically, milking him for all he’s worth. you can barely form coherent thoughts; all that remains is raw, animalistic pleasure.

feeling your pussy spasm around him triggers toji's own climax. with a guttural roar, he buries himself to the hilt and unleashes a torrent of hot semen deep inside you. “take it all, my wife,” he growls, his hips jerking erratically as he pumps you full of his essence. the sensation of his cum flooding your womb sends shivers down his spine.”

as the final pulses of his orgasm subside, toji collapses onto you, his heavy chest heaving against your own. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, marking you with gentle bites and whispers of praise. panting heavily, you bask in the afterglow of your intense coupling. feeling toji's warm seed fill you to the brim brings a sense of satisfaction and completion.

“handsome,” you murmur contentedly, running your fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. embracing the intimacy of the moment, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as he recovers. your bodies remain joined, the evidence of his claim still dripping from your entwined forms.

toji hums in pleasure at your touch, nuzzling deeper into your embrace. he presses a soft kiss to your pulse point, savoring the taste of your skin.

“mmm, you're beautiful too, the most beautiful,” he murmurs, slowly rolling you to your sides. even in this position, he remains buried inside you, his softening cock still nestled in your warmth. gently, he begins to rock against you, stirring the mix of his cum and your juices within your shared depths. he action sends pleasant tingles through both of you, prolonging the intimate connection.

“this was perfect,” he says, his voice low and satisfied, “just what we both needed.”

your body responds eagerly to his movements, each subtle shift reigniting the embers of pleasure within you. you let out a blissful sigh, enjoying the lazy rhythm you've fallen into. “it was...more than perfect,” you agree, a smile curving your lips despite the exhaustion settling in. the tender affection mixed with the lingering heat of your lovemaking leaves you feeling cherished and utterly fulfilled.

as the minutes stretch on, you find yourself reluctant to break away from this sweet, languid closeness. it's moments like these that make you realize just how deeply you adore your husband— in every way imaginable.

toji gazes at you adoringly, taking in the blissful expression on your face. he reaches up to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his touch feather-light and reverent.

“i love seeing you like this,” he confesses softly, “satisfied and happy in my arms.” he pauses, his expression turning thoughtful. “i think it's time we started planning our family, don't you? we could have a few more little ones running around, keeping us busy and on our toes.”

the suggestion is made with a playful glint in his eye, but there's an underlying seriousness to his words. toji wants to build a life filled with love, passion, and children— and he intends to start that process soon. at the mention of starting a family, your heart swells with joy. the idea of carrying another child conceived in such passionate, loving circumstances fills you with excitement.

“you know i've always wanted that,” you reply, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, “a house full of laughter and love...and maybe some mischief too, maybe later,”

the prospect of growing their family together stirs something deep within you. not just physical attraction, but emotional commitment— a bond forged not only between lovers but also parents-to-be. “but for now,” you continue, tracing idle patterns on his chest, “let's just enjoy this moment. our private paradise.”

hearing your agreement, toji smirks, his eyes sparkling with delight. he captures your wandering hand and brings it to his lips for a kiss.

“a private paradise sounds ideal,” he agrees, nipping gently at your fingertips, “but i suppose we should get moving eventually.” despite his words, there's no urgency in his tone. Instead, he seems content to simply stay here with you— lost in each other's company until reality comes knocking.

“but first,” he adds, pulling you closer until your breasts press against his chest, “i need to make sure you're thoroughly satisfied.”

a soft chuckle escapes your lips at his declaration. the idea of being thoroughly satisfied by your husband is quite appealing indeed. “oh, i think i am,” you purr, rubbing your thighs together to alleviate the residual ache left by their earlier activities, “but if you insist...“

you arch your back slightly, pressing even harder against him. the sensation of his semi-hard member still nestled inside you sends delightful sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins. “just one more round?” you tease, batting your eyelashes playfully.

toji's smirk widens at your teasing words, his dark eyes gleaming with lustful intent. he rolls you onto your back, positioning himself above you with a predatory grace.

“one more round it is then,” he declares, beginning to move again, leaning closer to kiss your forehead. his renewed thrusts are slow and deliberate, designed to draw out every last drop of pleasure from both of you.

each stroke sends jolts of pleasure radiating throughout your body. the combination of his weight pressing down on you and the steady rhythm of his hips driving into yours creates an intoxicating blend of sensations.

“and when we're done,” he promises huskily, “we'll start planning our future...together.”

[rafesgreasycurtainbangs]

❛ THE POGUES INTERRUPTING YOU AND RAFE MID-FUCK ❜

girlfriend¡reader . . . rafe cameron

The room was a haze of heat and shadows, the air thick with the musky scent of sex and the rhythmic creak of the bedframe. Rafe Cameron’s powerful body hovered over you, his skin slick with sweat, muscles rippling under the dim glow of a flickering bedside lamp.

His hands were everywhere—gripping, claiming, possessive. One hand pinned both of your wrists above your head, his fingers tight enough to bruise, while the other roamed your body, sliding from your throat to your breast, squeezing the soft flesh until you gasped.

His hips slammed into yours with a punishing rhythm, each thrust deep and unrelenting, his cock filling you completely, stretching you in a way that made your entire body shudder with pleasure.

Your thighs were splayed wide, trembling as they hooked around his waist, your heels digging into the taut muscles of his lower back, urging him deeper, harder.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Rafe growled, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with raw desire. His blue eyes burned into yours, darkened with lust, his pupils blown wide as he watched your face contort with every thrust.

He shifted his angle, his cock dragging against that sensitive spot inside you, and you cried out, your back arching off the bed, breasts pressing against his chest. The friction of his skin against your hardened nipples sent sparks shooting through you, and you clenched around him, drawing a sharp hiss from his lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he rasped, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned down, his tongue tracing the curve of your jaw before his teeth nipped at your pulse point, hard enough to leave a mark.

Your hands strained against his grip, desperate to touch him, to claw at the corded muscles of his shoulders, but he held you firm, his control absolute. The bed groaned under the force of his movements, the headboard slamming against the wall in time with his hips—thud, thud, thud—a primal beat that echoed the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies colliding.

Your slick arousal coated him, making each thrust smoother, deeper, the slide of his cock inside you almost too much to bear.

Your moans were loud, unrestrained, mingling with his ragged grunts as he fucked you with a ferocity that bordered on desperation, like he was trying to claim every inch of you, to brand you as his.

“Rafe—oh God, please,” you whimpered, your voice breaking as the pleasure built, a tight coil in your core that threatened to snap. Your hips bucked up to meet his, chasing the high, your thighs quivering as his hand slid from your breast to your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with ruthless precision.

The added stimulation made you see stars, your head thrashing against the pillow, hair sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead. “I’m so close,” you gasped, your words barely coherent as he drove into you harder, his cock hitting so deep it felt like he was splitting you open.

He groaned at your words, his pace faltering for a split second before he doubled down, his thrusts growing even more brutal, the slap of skin on skin filling the room.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his voice rough, almost feral, as he pressed his thumb harder against your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles that pushed you right to the edge.

Your body tensed, every muscle taut as the orgasm ripped through you, a white-hot wave that made you scream his name, your walls clamping down around him so tightly he cursed under his breath.

Your vision blurred, your body shaking uncontrollably as he fucked you through it, his hips never slowing, prolonging the ecstasy until you were a trembling, panting mess beneath him.

He wasn’t done. Rafe released your wrists, and your hands immediately flew to his back, nails raking down his spine, leaving angry red welts that made him growl in approval. He grabbed your hips with both hands, lifting you slightly off the bed to meet his thrusts, the new angle letting him hit even deeper.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to where your bodies joined, watching his cock disappear into your dripping heat with every stroke.

“Taking me so fucking well.” His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, and you clenched around him again, your body still sensitive from your climax but greedy for more.

You reached up, tangling your fingers in his sweat-soaked hair, pulling his face down to yours. His lips crashed against yours, the kiss messy and hungry, all teeth and tongue, his stubble scraping your chin as he devoured you.

You could taste the salt of his sweat, the faint tang of whiskey on his breath, and it only made you want him more. Your tongue slid against his, matching his intensity, and he moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you as he thrust harder, his balls slapping against your ass with every movement.

The world was nothing but Rafe—his weight pressing you into the mattress, his scent filling your lungs, his cock driving into you with a relentless, almost punishing force.

You were so lost in him, in the heat and the pleasure and the way he owned every part of you, that you didn’t hear the footsteps outside the door, didn’t register the voices until it was too late.

The door burst open with a loud crash, the knob hitting the wall, and the Pogues spilled into the room, their laughter and chatter cutting off abruptly as they froze, taking in the scene.

JJ was the first to react, his beer bottle slipping from his hand and hitting the floor with a dull thud. “Holy fuck! Are you kidding me?!” he shouted, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and disgust, though a smirk was already curling his lips.

Rafe stilled instantly, his cock still buried deep inside you, his body tense as he whipped his head toward the intruders.

His hands tightened on your hips, possessive, protective, but he didn’t move to cover you, his glare pure venom as he locked eyes with JJ.

Your heart pounded, mortification flooding you as you scrambled to pull the sheet over yourself, but Rafe’s weight kept it pinned beneath you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable under the Pogues’ stares.

John B stood in the doorway, a joint dangling from his fingers, his jaw slack as he muttered, “Dude, what the hell? Ever heard of a lock?” Sarah, next to him, looked like she was trying not to laugh, but her eyes were wide with surprise, her hand half-raised as if to shield her view.

Kiara’s face was a mask of disgust, her arms crossed tightly as she snapped, “This is why we hate you, Cameron. Fucking gross.”

Pope, as usual, was the quiet one, his gaze fixed firmly on the ceiling, his cheeks flushed as he mumbled, “I didn’t sign up for this.”

JJ, never one to let an opportunity slide, leaned against the doorframe, his smirk growing as he took in Rafe’s flushed, sweat-slicked body and your disheveled state.

“Well, shit, Kook king, you’re really givin’ it to her, huh? Didn’t think you had it in you.” His eyes flicked to you, and he winked, his tone dripping with mockery. “You good, princess? Sounds like you’re gettin’ the full Rafe Cameron experience.”

“Get the fuck out, Maybank,” Rafe snarled, his voice low and dangerous, his body still pressed against yours, shielding you as best he could without moving.

His cock twitched inside you, and you bit your lip to stifle a gasp, the sensation sending a confusing mix of arousal and embarrassment through you. The tension in the room was electric, the hatred between Rafe and the Pogues crackling like a live wire.

You tried to speak, your voice shaky and breathless. “Guys, just—go. Please.”

Your cheeks burned, your body still humming from the intensity of Rafe’s touch, and the last thing you needed was JJ’s smartass commentary or Kiara’s judgmental glare.

Sarah was the first to move, grabbing JJ’s arm and yanking him back. “Let’s go, idiots,” she said, her voice firm but laced with amusement.

“They’re clearly… busy.” John B snorted, already turning to leave, while Kiara shot one last disgusted look at Rafe before following. Pope practically bolted, muttering something about “needing bleach for his eyes.”

JJ lingered, his grin wicked as he pointed at Rafe. “Don’t let us stop you, Cameron. Keep fuckin’ up her world.” He dodged the shoe Rafe hurled at him, laughing as he finally backed out, slamming the door shut behind him.

The second the door closed, Rafe’s lips were on yours again, his kiss fierce and possessive, like he was trying to erase the Pogues’ intrusion from both your minds.

“Fucking Pogues,” he growled against your mouth, his hips snapping forward, thrusting into you with renewed intensity.

You moaned, the sudden movement catching you off guard, your body arching into his as he picked up where he left off, his cock driving into you with a force that made your breath hitch.

“Let’s make sure they hear you this time,” he whispered, his voice dark and dangerous, his hands gripping your hips as he fucked you harder, faster, the bed creaking loudly beneath you.

You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your body already climbing toward another release as the world outside faded away, leaving only Rafe and the overwhelming pleasure he gave you.

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Trying to show dragon Sylus how humans show affection, because he's shown you how dragons show theirs; gifting you his most prized valuables, rubbing up against you, nipping your skin lightly, building you the most comfortable nest you could ever desire

Sitting across from him and he's so eager to learn, learn how to be the best mate to you. His tail swishing along the ground, curious

You pick up his hand, clawed and sharp and dangerous, and intertwine your fingers together. He tilts his head at the gesture. Can't understand why humans would enjoy such a thing, but... When he tightens his hold slightly, careful not to break your soft skin with his talons, he begins to understand. The desire to hold on and never let go, to keep you close, keep you tethered to him

With your other hand, you reach out and gently touch his cheek. This one is more in line with his own kind; he instinctively leans into your touch, seeking more, nuzzling his cheek into your palm. You giggle at the way his eyes close in relaxation, a show of intimate trust and affection. You run your thumb over his cheekbone, under his eye, and he starts to purr, a low rumble building in his chest. When you pull your hand away, he looks affronted, glaring at your hand. You trace a finger down the bridge of his nose. He watches for a moment, more uncertain about this, but it's nice, too. He likes watching you trace the features of his face more than he enjoys the sensation

You let go of his hand and reach out with both arms to wrap them around his powerful body. You squeeze him lightly, lovingly, with your head resting on his chest. It takes him a moment to realize you're waiting for it to be reciprocated. He wraps his arms around you like you have, and he feels your body ease under his touch. He can feel your breaths, your heat. Your scent is so strong this close, he can't resist burying his nose in your hair to breathe it in. This one is also close to his knowledge of affectionate displays; the only difference is the face-to-face reciprocation, rather than grabbing you from behind to hold you tightly, aligning his body with yours and circling you with his wings. Your fingers scratch gently at the base of his wings and he shudders, nuzzling deeper against you to let you know how much he enjoys it

He's reluctant to let go when you do. You hold his face again, this time with both hands, but you guide his face forward, closer to you. He's so curious when you lean forward, too, eyes cast down to his lips. Your eyes fall shut as your mouth finds his, gently caressing over his lips, sharing your breaths with him, before you pull away to see his reaction. His eyes are half-lidded, flickering to your lips, his body tense with desire. It's strange, his body reacting the way it does to this gesture, but he wants more. He leans back in, closing the distance, presses his mouth to yours in much the same way you did. He can hear your heart jump when he does, feel the hitch in your breath. You open your mouth to him and he follows, uncertain, unpracticed. Your tongue slipping out to find his forked one, licking into his mouth, brushing along his sharp teeth, sucking him into your mouth, making little sounds of pleasure, trailing your hands back into his long hair to keep him close. When you gently bring his lip between your teeth, he growls his satisfaction, his arousal, nipping at your own lip, staking his claim on you in return. He leans further over you until you're caged between him and the floor, claws curling into the stone under you as he kisses you over and over and over again, seeking, hunting, tasting all that you give him greedily

Mating rituals, on the other hand, are all too familiar to both of you

[moechies]

kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #2 ; size kink w shidou ryuusei .ᐟ

dear diary ♡,

ugh! ryuusei is so crude ! :( i want to act like a hate it, but he always catches on when i get nervous or shy at his antics and it’s soooo embarrassing! he knows me in and out (literally) especially when we’re havin’ sex. he’s running his mouth, always making fun of how wet aroused i get and how my ‘cunt clenches around nothing like a slut?!’ he doesn’t have to say it out loud… i can’t help but get so shy around him — my own boyfriend! is that so bad!? i think his physique also makes me nervous… >< ryuusei is so tall and so beefy ♡ he always catches me staring! i think he could launch me across the room if he wanted to! i better be careful…

“look at how small this pussy is compared to my dick. are ya gonna cry when i fuck this pretty pussy?” shidou hums, pressing his tip up against your chubby folds, and then comparing his cock against your tummy. a low whistle leaves his lips, accompanied by a cocky chuckle, watching the bulbous heap of his tip nudge against your belly button.

“s—shut up ryuu! y’r n-not that big..” you bite, words faltering when you realize the awfully dumb and bold statement that had unconsciously fallen from your lips. he quirks his head with a grin — it’s hilarious to hear you say that from below him, his body hovering over the entirety of yours and his hand damn near the size of your womb.

“that’s funny.” he gloats, sharp canines making an appearance when he flashes a smile. "you really think so?" his cock slips against your folds, folded upwards as he leans down besides you, hot breath felt in between the soft concave of your collar and jaw. you twitch when he gives your neck a soft nip, hot breath tickling the peachy thin hairs on the shell of your ear.

“y’r g’na see just how big i am when i fuck this pussy till it tears.”

he whispers into the shell of your ear, giving your neck another soft nip accompanied by a nibble from his sharp canines.

“go away! y’b—big fat brute.” you hiss weakly, ignoring the way your cunt clenches around nothing at his crude words. you look away, purposefully ignoring the heavy gaze set on your face to avoid his confrontation — putting up your strongest facade to avoid his humiliation. “look at me.” he growls, fingers pressed into your jaw to turn you to him.

you whine, small, shaky hands pushing weakly at his heavy chest, his skin soft and glowy to the touch after hours of being drenched in sweat. “what, y’scared?” he quips, laying his body down onto yours, enveloping you into his warmth.

he reaches his hand below to take yours into his, pressing a thumb into the apple of your palm before giving it a damp kiss. “give ryu a kiss.” shidou presses his lips onto yours at the same time his fat tip nudges in between your folds, prodding against the very hole he needs to be in -- you need him to be in. you feel his warm pre leaking into your slit, dirtying your slit.

he’s amused at the way you whine into his mouth, trying so hard to wriggle away under his heavy weight and push him away again — but he knows how much you love this. how much you love the power he holds over you, and how easily he can have you under him with a sleazy kiss and a few rubs to your little pussy. “don’t be scared, doll.” he mumbles against your lips.

you hate the way he chuckles when you moan into his mouth, your nails digging into his bicep when he attempts to shove his way in. “ryuusei,” you cry, throwing your head bad when you feel the bridge of his cock head fully enter your swollen pussy — your warm folds enveloping him so perfectly, yet wanting to resist him at the same time -- it makes him dizzy. “big, t—too big, help—“

“but y’r takin’ me so perfect. it can't be too big, sweet thing.” shidou thrusts gently, and oh -- you feel every single fucking inch of him. the way his slit drags against your velvety walls, and the scattered veins decorated on the first mere inches of his shaft. every single hump of his prettily decorated cock -- you feel everything.

“don’t,” you cry, feeling the tip of his cock fucking against your walls ever-so slowly. “i’ll cum!”

“on my fuckin’ tip?” he lets out a boasty laugh, pace quickening despite the shaft of his cock you’ve yet to take. “you’re not good at this, doll.”

“no,” you mewl, breaths heavy as you pant. his hand reaches under your tank top, pulling at your pert nipple — sucking it though your thin shirt. his saliva coats the fabric, seeping through to your areola as you twitch incessantly. "wan' cum, cum--"

"stupid, stupid girl. y'braindead on my fuckin' tip? d'ya even have anythin' going on inside that little head of yours?"

"ryuu, ryuu--"

"yeah," he drags out, mumbling against your tit before giving it a mean nip. he urges his hips further against yours, pushing in more cock than you had been anticipating and it makes you scream--

"ryuu--! f-full, s'full, please,"

he knows how hard this is on his sweet girl -- way to much for her and her pliant little body to bare. that's what makes this so fun, so damn great.

"hey . . this little body was made f’me, ‘s i’m gonna need you to act like it ‘nd take it, c'mon. endure it, my doll." he growls, huge arms wrapping under and around yours, pinning you tight against the soft mattress. he envelops your body with a swift grasp, completely hidden under his grasp as if he were protecting you from everything else that has ever existed ever -- like a maternal bear would her cub. you yelp, throwing your head back under his hold as he presses further into your pussy mercilessly, tuning out your cries and whines for him to slow. "fuckin' mine. mine, all mine."

"n'more!" you cry out in stutters, feeling his plump, damp balls press against your ass, cunt stretched beyond belief with little thought left in your head. your folds are spread impossibly wide, struggling to endure all of the man as you warm him. "fuck, shit. w'na stay with my girls forever. just like this." he hisses, pressing a fervor kiss to your lips. he cracks an eye open, met with your low-lidded ones, pupils heavily dilated.

your drowning in each other's sweat, your entire bodies clad against one another. it's so damn hot you might fucking explode -- your remnants would consist of a million beating hearts dedicated to your boyfriend--

"'m the only one that'll ever make you feel like this. don't forget that, dumb fuckin' girl."

[pervoshi]

SENTRY!BOB . drabble

is this incredibly ooc? yeah a Little, however! it was worth soooo . . .

sentry, who has you pinned against the wall, one hand knuckles deep inside of you, the other covering your mouth so valentina can’t hear how loudly you’re whining out for him.

he couldn’t help himself, the way you so stupidly thought he wouldn’t find you hiding inside his tower? did you really find him that dumb?

the thunderbolts helplessly waiting for you to signal, not knowing you’re currently getting your insides rearranged by the man that not even a day ago was a fidgeting, anxious mess.

bob wasn’t bob anymore, he was someone else completely — someone you didn’t recognize.

“b—bob please—,”

“didn’t i say to call me sentry?”

right, this wasn’t bob at all actually, it was sentry, the almighty hero — well, as heroic as someone can be when their hand is down their ex-coworkers pants.

“not c—calling you that,”

“excuse me?”

bob— sentry’s free hand pressed into your neck, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to keep you check.

“you wanna try that again?”

god, he was hot.

too fucking hot that it was driving you insane.

“s—sentry, sentry!”

you had to speed this up, the sounds of your teammates worrying voices in your ear making you panic, knowing they’d start making their way up if you didn’t give a response.

sentry could see the way your eyes flickered between him, his hand in your pants, and the elevator just down the stairs.

it was cute, the way you tried to act scared when in reality this was exactly what you could ever hope for.

“you scared they’re gonna come up and see you like this—,”

he pushed his fingers further, curling them more, brushing right against your sweet spot.

“a mess, dripping all over me,”

you bit into your lip, hands curling into balls against the drywall, eyes closing as you tried so hard to swallow any moan clawing at your throat.

“no, don’t do that,”

sentry’s hand still on your neck slid up to pry open your mouth, keeping his thumb pressed against the plump of your bottom lip to keep it open.

“let me hear how good i’m making you feel.”

it shocked you just how mouthy he was being, this confidence seemingly coming out of thin air.

maybe it was his ego talking, knowing just how much power he had now, especially over you, his strength reaching new heights he had no idea he possessed.

valentina did say he was as strong as god, so why not make the most of that?

“i think, after this mission,”

you felt him lift your head slightly, eyes now looking directly into his, a cynical grin on his face.

“i’ll keep you here with me, in this tower,”

his fingers sped up, now ramming into you at a pace you’d never experienced, your legs starting shake from the sensation.

“just so i can play with you whenever i want.”

“b—,”

sentry’s eyes flashed a deep yellow, a warning to you if you even uttered that name.

his thumb came up to lazily rub your clit, your body arching slightly as your impending release was slowly building, the warmth bubbling in your stomach.

“s—sentry, i’m—!”

“close? i can tell, she’s clenching around me.”

why did he have to be so cocky about it? it didn’t help how incredibly turned on it was making you —him, having so much control over you.

sentry’s hand, not on your cunt, moved to grope the flesh of your tits, pinching your nipples through the material of your suit.

“oh my go—!”

he chuckled, leaning his head forward so his lips were pressed right against your ear, teeth nipping at the skin ever so lightly.

“yeah, i am your god, aren’t i?”

holy fuck.

your orgasm washed over you like a wave, body shaking, eyes rolling, voice breaking as you flew your hand onto sentry’s wrist.

sentry could feel his cock straining against the annoyingly tight fabric of his suit, the way you so quietly whimpered out his name made him resist the urge to turn you around and fuck you right there.

“go—,”

an elevator ding, followed by the sound of valentina’s voice echoing through the room.

“how crazy is it to think of all the monumental fights that happened exactly here where you’re standing?”

he quickly pulled his fingers from you, looking at the sticky substance before raising them to you lips, pushing against them slightly.

“c’mon, open up.”

you let him slide them into your mouth, tongue licking away your slick from them, trying to hold back any noises that could slip from you.

sentry pulled them out quickly, hearing the thunderbolts move around, voices bickering with one another.

he gave your cheek a couple soft taps, taking a few steps away before turning back, eyes trailing over your fucked our body.

“guess you should clean up before going back down there, huh?”

this cheeky fucking bastard.

[rafayelxsylusho]

i feel like i never see this.. but lads men & daddy kink ? like how would they react if you let it slip out one day

Hiiiiii!!! I hope you like it!!

When you call them daddy

Rafayel/Zayne/Xavier/Sylus/Caleb

TW: SMUT

RAFAYEL 🐡

He freezes for a moment, breath hitching in his throat as he hears you let out a choked gasp and a small whimper of"Daddy." He tightens his grip on your hair, yanking your head back and exposing the smooth column of your neck He pulls your body flush against his lean, toned chest as he continues to thrust into you from behind. You can feel his heart pounding, his breath hot on your ear as he leans down.

"Did you just...?" Rafayel growls, voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. His hips never stop their relentless rhythm, cock driving into you with deep, powerful thrusts. "Did you call me Daddy?" He punctuates the question with a particularly hard thrust, grinding his pelvis against your ass.

"Well well," he murmurs, his other hand sliding around your waist "I didn't know you were into that, cutie." You grasp his hand, leading it up to your breast, he squeezes and kneads the tender flesh, thumb and forefingers plucking and rolling your stiffening nipple. He pins you harder against him, one hand dipping down to where you're joined. Fingers find your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub as he starts to thrust faster and deeper. The new angle has him hitting that spot inside you with every snap of his hips

A smirk tugs at his lips, eyes glinting with mischief and something more intense, more possessive. "Fuck, cutie... you want Daddy to take care of you? Beg for it. Let Daddy hear you say it again" He smiles as your only responses are breathless moans and needy whimpers, your body arching into his touch. He whispers in your ear, "That's not an answer, cutie, I want to hear you say it again"

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hip as he rolls his hips over and over again. "Who's your Daddy, baby? Say my name," he demands, voice rough with lust and anticipation. You can barely whimper his name when you feel your orgasm crash over you. He feels you clench and quiver around him as you come undone, your cries of "Daddy!" music to his ears.

Zayne🥼

Zayne's hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he hilts himself fully inside you. A low groan rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your sensitive breast where his lips and tongue tease and suckle your hardened nipple. He laves the bud with the flat of his tongue before giving it a sharp nip, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to your core.

The desk creaks and shakes beneath you with each powerful thrust of Zayne's hips, his broad frame looming over your smaller one. The lamp on the desk wobbles, casting erratic shadows on the wall.

His hips slam forward, the desk shaking violently as you cry out, "Yes, Daddy!" Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent marks in his skin as your body clenches around his throbbing length. Zayne pauses, hips still buried deep inside your heat. He looks down at you, hazel eyes darkening with lust and a hint of surprise at your words

Zayne's smile widens, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he looms over you. He rolls his hips slowly, deliberately, grinding against that sensitive spot deep inside. His voice is a low, husky rumble. "What was that, darling? I didn't quite catch that... Want to try again? Go on, sweetheart say it again." His thumb traces the curve of your lower lip, a silent command in the gesture, urging you to give him the words he craves.

"Daddy," you breathe out, the word falling from your lips like a prayer and a plea all at once. Your fingers scrabble at his back, nails digging into his skin you try to pull him closer, to bury him deeper inside you. "Please, Daddy... I need... I need you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep until I can't think of anything but you." Your voice rises in pitch, desperation clear in every word. 

A low, approving growl rumbles from Zayne's chest at your plea. "That's my good girl," he praises, before crashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. At the same time, he snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you. He sets a punishing pace, the desk shaking again beneath you with each powerful thrust. One hand tangles in your hair, gripping tight and angling your head to deepen the kiss, while the other arm wraps around your waist to pull you flush against him.

"Cum for daddy," Zayne commands. His hips piston relentlessly, the hand fisted in your hair tightens, tugging your head back to expose the column of your throat. He latches onto your pulse point, sucking and biting as he chases his own release. "Let me feel you cum apart on my cock, sweetheart," he murmurs against your skin. "Squeeze daddy's dick with your tight little cunt. Milk me dry. Give me everything."

Xavier 🌟🌟

Xavier's hips undulate slowly, his hard length sliding in and out of your wet cunt with sensual precision. Warm water streams down his toned chest and abs, dripping onto your curves as you sit straddled on his lap in the deep tub. His hands grip your waist, thumbs kneading the soft flesh as he rocks into you, the gentle waves lapping at your skin with each measured thrust.

One hand slides up your side, cupping your breast and squeezing gently as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. He trails his lips down the column of your throat, pausing to suckle at your pulse point. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, matching the throbbing of his cock driving into your core.

"Nghh...Daddy...."

Xavier groans, a shudder rippling through his tall frame at the sound of your breathy moan and the pet name falling from your lips. His hips jerk, burying himself deep inside you as he fights the sudden urge to let go. "Fuck, y/n... don't call me that," he grits out through clenched teeth, voice strained with barely restrained desire. "Not unless you want me to fill this sweet cunt right here and now..."

The water sloshes around you, spilling over the side of the tub as he starts to increase his pace, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. His lips crash against yours in a kiss, swallowing your next moan as he starts to piston his hips faster, the water moving around you. One hand fists in your hair, tugging your head back to deepen the kiss as the other arm bands around your waist, crushing you against his chest. He kisses you until you're both breathless, until the coil of heat in your belly winds so tight you think you might shatter.

Suddenly, he lifts you out of the tub and carries you dripping to the bed, laying you down on the cool sheets. He looms over you, eyes blazing with lust and something deeper, more primal. He settles between your thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at your entrance. His large hands grip your knees, pushing them up and apart until your legs are bent at a 90 degree angle, nearly folded against your chest. It leaves you utterly exposed, vulnerable, at his mercy.

He leans down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he growls,

"Daddy is going to fuck you hard now, princess. Fuck you until you scream, until this needy little cunt is dripping with my cum"

Sylus🐦‍⬛

Sylus smirks playfully, eyes flashing crimson as he pins you harder against the wall, hips snapping sharply against yours. One large hand grips your thigh possessively while the other tangles in your hair, forcing your head to the side to bare your throat to his hungry mouth. Each powerful thrust grinds his pelvis against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine.

He moans against your throat, feeling your fingers gripping his silky hair. He bucks into you harder. His hand on your thigh slides up to grope your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he pulls you tighter against him. The wall creaks under the force of his thrusts and the rough treatment of your body. He then hikes your leg up higher, changing the angle and letting him drive into your pussy much deeper. "Who do you belong to, kitten? Say my fucking name."

"I belong to you...daddy!!" you whimper, eyes squeezed shut, tits bouncing in rhythm to his delicious thrusts. He licks a hot stripe up your neck before biting down on your earlobe, tugging it between his teeth. Sylus chuckles darkly, a glint in his crimson eyes as he feels your needy walls flutter around his cock. He slows his thrusts, grinding against that special spot deep inside you with maddening precision. "Louder, kitten, I didn't quite catch that. "You're going to have to be louder than that if you want daddy to hear you." Come on, y/n. Tell daddy who this greedy little pussy belongs to. Let me hear you scream it," Sylus demands, voice dripping with dark promise and barely restrained hunger.

He leans in close, breath hot against your lips as he rolls his hips, stirring his thick length inside your clenching heat. His hand releases your hair to wrap around your throat, not squeezing, but a clear warning of what's to come if you don't give him what he wants.

"I'M YOURS, DADDY!" you scream at the top of your lungs, voice ragged and desperate, just the way he wants it. Your nails dig into his scalp as you cling to him, back arching off the wall as he rails into your aching core. "I belong to you, Sylus! All yours!"

"That's right, you're fucking MINE," he snarls, eyes blazing with feral hunger as he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to stake his ownership of you in every way possible. He hooks your other leg around his arm, nearly bending you in half as he looms over you, a dark god of lust and depravity. His hips are a blur as he pounds your over-sensitive flesh.

"Now cum for me" he rasps, eyes wild and intense "Give daddy what he wants."

Caleb 🪐

Caleb's breath catches as he feels your pussy engulfing him, inch by inch. His hands grip your waist, fingers digging into the supple flesh as he guides you down onto his throbbing cock. He fights the urge to buck up into you, to bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. No, he wants to savor this moment, to make it last.

"Fuck..." he grits out, eyes darkening to a stormy indigo as he watches your face contort with pleasure. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. So tight, so perfect..."

"Ride me, pipsqueak," he urges, his own hips surge upwards, meeting each of your slow, sensual rolls with a powerful thrust. This angle has him hitting depths you've never felt before, striking that secret spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. A sharp cry escapes your lips, back arching as pleasure crashes through you. His eyes darken with hunger as he watches you grip the armrest of his chair, knuckles turning white, and start to ride him with wild abandon. The sight of you taking your pleasure from him, using him for your own satisfaction, sends a surge of lust pulsing through his veins.

His hands grip your hips, fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass as he guides your increasingly frenzied movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through his office as you bounce on his lap, your tits jiggling with each forceful thrust. He leans forward, capturing one nipple between his teeth and biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud before he suckles hard, sending jolts of electric pleasure straight to your cunt.

"Gods it f..feels so fucking nghh...good daddy!!" you moan, eyes rolling back.

Caleb's heart stops, time seems to freeze as your breathless words reach his ears. The way you called him 'daddy' is almost his undoing. He stills your frantic movements, gripping your hips tightly as he fights the overwhelming urge to let go, to fill your spasming cunt with every last drop of his seed. He's so close, teetering right on the razor's edge of ecstasy, your fluttering walls milking his throbbing length so perfectly.

"What did you just call me, pipsqueak?" he asks, his tone a mix of curiosity and something darker, more possessive. "You called me...daddy?" He says the word slowly, almost reverently, as if tasting it on his tongue. His hands slide up your sides, coming to rest just below your breasts, thumbs brushing the undersides.

"I liked the sound of that," he murmurs, leaning in until his lips are a hairsbreadth from yours. "I liked it a fucking lot. In fact... I think I want to hear you say it again. Say it while I fuck you, while I make you scream it for the whole office to hear. Say it while I fill this greedy little cunt with my cum."

One hand slides up to wrap around your throat, possessively holding you in place. The other hand grips your ass hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you down onto him as he thrusts up into you with newfound ferocity. "Say it, pipsqueak" he demands, his voice a low, feral growl as he pounds into you with increasing intensity. His hand tightens around your throat, his other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you in place as he thrust into you. The chair creaks beneath you, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing again through the room as he takes you hard and fast.

"Yes Daddy!" you cry out, your voice ringing through the office as Caleb pounds into you with renewed vigor. "It's yours, all yours! This pussy belongs to you, only you!"

Your words seem to unleash something primal within him. He stands, lifting you effortlessly as he rises, never once pulling his throbbing length from your clinging heat. He strides purposefully to his desk, sweeping the surface clear with one powerful arm before laying you down upon it. He leans down, capturing your mouth in a brutal kiss, swallowing your screams as he drives into you with all the force of a man possessed

"Let go, pretty girl," he whispers in your ear, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sends shivers cascading down your spine. "Let Daddy feel you come undone."

[thedevillsmaid]

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The second he stepped in, you knew you were fucked.

That sleeveless black tank did unspeakable things to your self-control—his shoulders broader than you'd remembered, muscles thick and firm under smooth skin that flexed with every breath. His waist, tight and unfairly narrow, made the whole silhouette of him a walking contradiction: power and grace, danger wrapped in silk. And God, the way his arms looked in that top—veins faintly tracing down from biceps that begged to be bitten—made your mouth water before he even touched you.

Jungwon didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His eyes did the talking—dark, slow-burning, heavy-lidded with the kind of intent that made your thighs press tight just from the heat of his stare. He walked over like the room belonged to him. Like you belonged to him. And he stopped just close enough for you to feel the heat rolling off him.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he murmured, voice low, rich, teasing.

Your fingers were already reaching, uninvited, grazing the slope of his arm—taut, smooth, perfect. He let you. No—he wanted it. His lips curled with that wicked smirk, and he leaned in, chest brushing yours, breath ghosting over your cheek.

“You want these arms wrapped around you,” he whispered, mouth dangerously close to your ear. “Want me holding you down, don’t you?”

You nodded, barely. Didn’t even realize it.

He grinned, then shoved you—gently but firm—back against the bed. You gasped, the shock of his strength sending adrenaline straight between your legs. He climbed on after you, straddling your hips, arms braced on either side of your head, biceps flexing just to taunt. His cock was hard, thick, heavy even through his pants, and it settled against your belly like a threat you were aching to answer.

“You like looking?” he said, grinding just a little, just enough to draw a whimper. “Then keep your eyes open, baby.”

You reached for him. Tore his shirt up and over, needing to see, to feel. His skin burned under your hands, golden and tight over perfect muscle—abs twitching as your palms skimmed down. You couldn’t help it. You licked up the middle of his chest, slow, tasting the salt and heat of him, nipping gently at the edge of his collarbone just to hear the sharp intake of breath it earned.

“Mmm. Greedy,” he muttered, rutting forward. “I like that.”

His mouth crashed into yours, wet and deep, tongue fucking into you like he was trying to brand you from the inside. His hips followed suit, grinding down again and again, slow and delicious—no rush, just pressure. Teasing. Driving you crazy.

You gasped as he bit your lip, then kissed it better, then went lower—dragging his mouth down your throat, your chest, pulling your shirt up as he went. His hands slid behind you to unhook your bra, and once it was off, he didn’t waste a second. His mouth found your nipple, sucking hard, then soft, swirling his tongue around it while his fingers pinched the other, playing you like he’d rehearsed your body for years.

You were moaning nonstop now, grinding up against him, desperate for more, for faster. He didn’t give it to you. He pulled back instead, admiring his work—your flushed skin, your heaving chest, the mess of your hair on the sheets.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he said, fingers slipping down between your thighs, pressing through the fabric. “You’ve been dripping since I walked in, haven’t you?”

You nodded frantically, back arching when he rubbed slow circles, the friction maddening through your panties. His lips hovered over your ear as he teased.

“Say it. Say what you want.”

You shivered, breath catching. “I want… I want you to fill me.”

“Oh, baby,” he chuckled, hot and dark. “That’s coming. But first…”

His fingers hooked your panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off. He slipped one thick finger into your soaked heat and you keened, clinging to his shoulders, nails digging in. Then a second finger, stretching you wider, curling just right, and that smirk deepened when your hips started chasing the motion, need dripping down his knuckles.

You could feel the bulge of his cock pressing into your thigh now—throbbing, angry, desperate for the same attention he was giving you. But he wasn’t done teasing yet. He slid down, spreading your thighs with his strong hands and burying his face in your pussy like it was the only thing that mattered. His tongue lapped at your clit, soft and slow, then fast and ruthless, alternating until you were bucking, gasping his name like it was the only word you remembered.

“Wanna come for me?” he growled into your heat, tongue dipping inside before he sucked your clit hard. “Then beg.”

“Please,” you moaned, wrecked, thighs trembling. “Please, Jungwon, I need it—I’m so close—”

He groaned like your desperation turned him on more than anything, and he doubled down—tongue flicking rapid, two fingers still fucking you deep and steady until your whole body tensed, then shattered around him, your scream echoing as you came hard, clenching tight and soaking his mouth.

He licked you clean like it was nothing. Like he could’ve done it all night.

Then he slid back up, eyes dark and glazed, chest heaving. He kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, then settled his weight on top of you—thick cock pressing right between your folds, hot and aching.

He rocked his hips once, dragging the head of it through your slick folds, teasing your entrance, not pushing in. Just… nestling.

You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively. Your breath hitched.

His didn’t.

He exhaled slow—relaxed, heavy, completely in control—as he settled deeper into you, grinding gently, heat radiating between your bodies.

And that’s when you felt it. The way his cock pulsed against your walls, hot, thick, right there, and not moving. Not yet.

He licked your cheek. Smiled down at you.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

[on-a-lucky-tide]

There is just something hot about wrestling/play fighting before sex. Heart rates up, adrenaline pumping, warm skin and the taste of sweat; growling and laughing in equal measure, competing for dominance until one is forced to submit, exhausted by the other's superior strength and strategy, or dumb luck.

Simon and Price do it a lot.

All it takes is eye contact across the bed to initiate and suddenly they're tussling in the middle of it, hospital corners torn out of place, pillows flying. Price fights dirty, but Simon fights dirtier; tweaking a nipple or biting an arse cheek whenever he can. They grapple, slipping out of chokeholds and binds, cussing each other out through breathless laughter.

Every move is a show of strength, muscles flexing and writhing beneath weathered hands, and Price can feel Simon's cock against his belly as they fight for a chokehold, hard and eager. They get off on the exercise of power and aggression in such an intimate setting, measured, precise.

Simon knows Price can't resist a kiss so that's his in; he binds him up and forces their mouths together, strong hand gripping his jaw, fingers pressing at the hinge so the feral bastard doesn't bite him. A tooth catches his lip anyway and he can taste a little iron on Price's tongue.

A hand pushes inside Price's boxers, cupping around his balls, fingers rubbing just behind them in a firm circle. Price's struggles slow as their kiss does, and he moans softly into Simon's mouth as he's forced to accept pleasure at Simon's hand. Simon feels him relax in his arms, thighs flopping open, the soft, warm skin of his sac perfect against Simon's palm, the head of his cock wet against Simon's wrist.

"That surrender?" Simon rumbles, nipping Price's lower lip.

"Yeah, ya bastard. Can't believe ya bit my arse."

Simon chuckles, a low rumble against Price's back. "Shouldn' be so bloody thick then, shoulda ya? S'gonna feel so good bouncin' on my cock."

"Fuckin' 'ell..." Price flexes into Simon's grip, testing it, and groans when he feels contained, dominated. He's hard, wet, skin flushed and hot. Ready to be fucked full.

Simon rolls them over, forcing Price's face into the mattress as he drags his boxers off and shoves his legs apart, a hand at the back of his neck.

When the cheeky bastard lifts his hips and wiggles that damn arse, cocky and still trying to keep the upperhand despite being face down and arse up, Simon dives in with lips and tongue. He takes no prisoners. Price isn't cocky for long.

[delilahsturniolo]

— 𝜗ৎ lunch . . . m.s

in which . . . matt loves tasting you

warnings . . . smut, unprotected sex, oral, (fem!recieving) pet names, dirty talk, making out, boob play, fingering, multiple orgasms, matt the munch, face sitting, kissing.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #2

matt approaches you with a predatory grace, his eyes locked on yours, dark and intense. "been waitin’ all day to taste you sweetheart," he whispers, his voice a sultry promise that makes your heart skip a beat. he leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

your fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it impatiently. he doesn't resist, pulling it off in a swift movement, revealing the hard planes of his chest. you trace the contours of his muscles with a trembling hand, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. his breath hitches at your touch, a primal growl escaping his lips.

matt captures your lips again, this time with a fierce intensity that sets your senses ablaze. his tongue delves into your mouth, exploring every inch with a possessive hunger. you moan into the kiss, your body responding to his every move with an eager desire.

he breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. each touch sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core. his hands roam over your body, kneading and squeezing your breasts, making you arch into his touch.

his mouth latches onto a nipple, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud until it stands stiff with arousal. you can't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him. he shifts his attention to the other breast, his free hand sliding down your body to rest between your thighs.

"so wet," he groans, his fingers rubbing against your drenched folds. "i need to taste you." the need in his voice mirrors the ache building within you. with a swift movement, he strips you of your panties, exposing you to his ravenous gaze. his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of your glistening cunt. "beautiful," he murmurs before descending upon you like a man starved.

his tongue flicks over your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. you can't hold back the moans that spill from your lips, each one a symphony of desire. his fingers slide into your heat, curling and stroking your inner walls. the sensations are overwhelming, the combination of his mouth and fingers working in tandem has you teetering on the edge.

"cum f’me," he commands, his voice a muffled husky whisper against your core. and just like that, your climax hits you with the force of a tidal wave, dragging a loud cry from your throat as you clench around his fingers. he laps up every drop of your pleasure, prolonging your orgasm until you're a quivering mess beneath him.

as you come down from your high, he rises above you, his lips glistening with your essence. "now it's my turn," he growls, unfastening his jeans and freeing his throbbing member. you watch with rapt attention as he strokes himself, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

he positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his cock against your slick folds. "you gonna take my cock pretty girl?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. you nod eagerly, desperate to be filled by him. with a firm thrust, he enters you, stretching you deliciously.

you gasp at the sensation, feeling him hit every spot inside you. he begins to move, each thrust a perfect blend of power and finesse. his hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. the dual stimulation sends you spiraling into another climax, clenching around him as you cry out his name.

the tightness of your walls triggers his own release. he spills inside you with a loud groan, his body jerking as he empties himself. he collapses on top of you, both of you panting and spent, covered in a sheen of sweat.

he pulls out slowly, causing a new wave of aftershocks to ripple through you. without a word, he reaches out and gently cups your face in his hands. his touch is warm, reassuring, and it sends a cascade of emotions swirling within you. his thumb strokes your cheekbone, a soft, tender caress that makes your heart flutter.

he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours. you can smell the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of wood and spice that you find intoxicating. his lips brush against yours, a feather-light touch that leaves you yearning for more. the first real kiss comes as a shock, a jolt of electricity that runs straight to your core. his lips are soft, yet firm, moving against yours with a rhythm that's both familiar and new. it's a kiss that speaks of longing as his tongue dances against yours

as the kiss deepens, his hands slide down to your shoulders, pulling you closer. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, the firmness of his chest against yours. his tongue seeks entrance, and you grant it willingly. his hands roam your back, tracing the curve of your spine, before settling on your hips. he pulls you against him, and you can't help but moan at the feeling.

“we are done yet, sweetheart.” matt says, rolling over to lay down as you began to sit up, still in euphoria from the orgasms you had. "come on, baby. sit on my face." his voice is dripping with desire, and it sends a surge of excitement through your body.

you move to straddle his head. as you lower yourself down onto his face, you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. his mouth is so warm and wet, his tongue immediately starting to work its magic. he's licking and sucking at your most sensitive area, and it's driving you wild. you start to grind against his face, feeling the pleasure building inside you. you can't believe how good this all feels, the way his tongue is moving, the way his nose is brushing against you. it's all so much, so overwhelming…yet so good.

"fuck," you moan, your hands finding purchase in the sheets as you move against him. his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he devours you. you can feel the orgasm building, getting closer and closer. then, suddenly, you're cumming. hard. the pleasure crashes over you like a wave, sending sparks of electricity through your body. you're moaning and writhing against him, completely lost in the sensation.

as the pleasure starts to subside, you move off of his face, collapsing onto the bed beside him. he turns to look at you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "that was hot," he says, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face. his chin is dripping with your cum. you smile up at him, feeling completely spent but also extremely satisfied. you smile snuggling up against him. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you slowly drifted off together.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: i put all my pussy power into this hope you like it

[stunie]

FIRST TIME’S GOTTA BE SOFTISH!

WIND BREAKER + YOUR FIRST TIME. ft. choji tomiyama, kaji ren, kanji nakamura, kiryu mitsuki, shingo natori, umemiya hajime, uryu sakaki, & tsubakino tasuku x fem!reader

filled requests : one, two, three ; pt 1: togame, suo, sakura, kiryu

contains : explicit smut (18+), cunninglingus/oral, dry humping, fingering, jealous! kaji, muffled (panties), pet name usage, praise, size kink !! lots, squirting from putting it in, teasing

note : wrote for kiryu 2x bc a 2nd part for his was requested !! :> also alsoo . finally writing for keel, uryu, & kanji !! hooray ^ ^ <33

SHINGO NATORI.

“You’ll be fine.” Natori soothes, gaze locked on the way your frame is trembling beneath him. If he were being honest, it only makes him a little more desperate and eager to finally have you as his, but he’s doing his best to push that thought down— doing everything in his power to stay gentle with you. “So don’t be so scared.”

His hands feel big when he runs them up and down your body, lips attaching themselves to your neck as you gasp in response. He’s everywhere in a second— groping your tits, feeling up your thighs, grabbing a fistful of your ass, then rubbing up and down your waist. His kisses are nothing but messy and possessive, suckling at your skin before he’s giving it a harsh bite, shakily exhaling before his tongue comes to lap at the fresh mark. “You don’t needa be shaking like that… ‘m not gonna hurt you, so just relax.”

“‘M a lil nervous, Shin.” You mumble, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he hisses above you.

Of course you’re nervous— he’s your first. But you’re lucky he’s so gentle with you. If it was anyone else, there’d be no prep in the first place. They’d be wet enough anyway, right? He’d just spread their thighs, drop a glob of spit on their folds and stuff his dick in them.

With you though, he’s actually touching you. Paying attention to you. He’s running his hands over every inch of your body, littering your chest and neck in marks and claiming you as his. He hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet, but your thighs are already rubbing together, slippery from the juices that’ve started to drip down.

“And I’m saying not to be so fuckin’ nervous, princess.” He clicks his tongue, moving down until his mouth is hovering just over your drooling cunt. “Gonna give you the best night of your life.”

“You want that, don’t you? Now’s your last chance.”

The way your hands cover your tits as peer down at him with those innocent eyes has his cock throbbing in his pants. Fuck, he wanted to ruin you. Not yet— not until the words come out of your mouth-

“I w-want it.” You murmur, the tremble in your own voice making your eyes widen in surprise. “Please, Shin— need— ah!”

He’s burying his face in your cunt before you can even finish your sentence, lapping at you with fervor as you shriek. He’s so messy, tongue flattening out so he can taste more of you, running it up and down your folds and sucking at your clit— stuffing his tongue in your hole as you scream and yank at his hair.

Besides a wince and a curse under his breath, he’s not slowing down in the slightest. His hands are tight around your thighs, keeping them wider and spreading you even further as he eats you out, lewd sounds completely drowned out by your moans as your eyes roll back in your skull.

“Fuck, now that’s really making this difficult.” He groans into your cunt, two fingers prodding at your hole before pushing in, his hand squeezing around your thigh as a warning when you try to close them. “You’re making it real— reeaal difficult for me to play nice with the way you’re acting.”

KAJI REN.

“ah— Ren!” You moan, fingers grasping onto his hair as he nips at your neck, teeth digging into the skin when he marks you up. “Mine,” he’s practically growling against your neck. “You’re mine. Don’t like when other guys,” he sucks a little harder and you gasp, “think otherwise.”

“Ren,” you repeat, “listen!”

He’s hissing as soon as you pull on his hair, trail of spit connecting his mouth to your neck as he peers up at you through a harmless glare. “We can… go further.”

His eyes widen a bit. “H-huh?”

Kaji’s confusion switches to a choked groan as soon as your hand comes to lightly cup his bulge, cock instantly twitching against your palm as his breathing picks up. He feels warm in your hand, thick and hard as your fingers wrap around him. “Ren,” and your voice is suddenly sending a shudder down his spine. “Please. Today?”

It doesn’t take him any more convincing.

He’s quick to pin you beneath him, eyes widening at the sight when he sees just how pretty you look under him. Your thighs are spread as you invite him inside, peering up at him through those pretty lashes of yours. He’s been wanting this exact thing with you for so long— so long that it doesn’t even feel real seeing you like this.

“S-shit,” he grits through a clenched jaw, but he’s gentle when he lines up his cock with your hole. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

“‘M not doing anything.” You pout. “Please hurry.”

“I know,” he snaps, eyes slamming shut as soon as he begins pushing inside, and the growl that comes out is borderline feral, his hands slamming on both sides of your face as he clenches his jaw.

Tight— you were so fucking tight. How’s that even possible? It almost hurts….

“Ren!” You’re reaching up to pull him into a tight hug, accidentally pulling him too close towards you, and he bottoms out in one swift motion, last few inches pushing inside at once and it has you shrieking, head tilting back as you cream all over him— and his eyes are widening, almost positive there’s a ringing in his head when he realizes you’ve just came from him bottoming out.

“Ahh…. f-fuck.” The back of your hand comes to cover your eyes, chest heaving up and down as you shiver, and he feels your walls violently fluttering around his length. He thinks he might be clenching his jaw so hard that his teeth could shatter, muscles of his arms bulging from the way he’s squeezing your sheets. “R-ren,” your words are slurred. “Why’re you’re all quiet….?”

“S-shut up.” He grits through a shaky exhale, and you barely catch the way his abs are flexing with each breath, “‘M about to cum from that.”

“Let.. let me stay still for a bit.”

KANJI NAKAMURA.

“I’ve got you,” Kanji coos from above you, big hands spreading your thighs open as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Feeling alright, princess?”

“M-mhm.” You stutter, leaning back against him when he trails a finger up and down your folds, swearing under his breath at the amount of slick he’s picking up. “You’re soaked. I’ve told you before..”

“When you’re needy,” he pushes a finger in, slowing down when you loudly gasp, “You come to me. Okay?”

“‘M sorry,” you mumble, “I felt too— ah!” His finger pushes all the way inside, thickness curling up into your walls as you clench your thighs shut. “That feels good— feels really good..”

“Yeah?” He almost chuckles, arm wrapping around your waist to keep you from squirming as he buries a second finger inside, wet and messy noises making your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “You know I can make you feel even better, princess.”

“I don’t know…..” you trail off, “it’s big. I don’t know if, aahhh…. if it’ll fit.”

“We haven’t tried, so we can’t find out, can we?” He coos into your ear, and you feel him press up into the swell of your ass. “Would you like to try today?”

You hum in thought, face contorting when he’s fucking you a little faster with his fingers, thighs shaking as you feel the familiar knot building in your stomach. “F-fuck,” you moan, brows furrowing as your high starts approaching a little too fast for own comfort. “Yeah. we can try! But ‘m scared— I’ll break.”

“Oh, princess.” He laughs, fingers pulling out as you sputter a weak protest at the emptiness, orgasm already beginning to fade away seconds later. “You’re not breaking on my watch.” He slaps your cunt lightly, smiling a bit when you flinch.

There’s a shuffling behind you before he’s pressing up behind you, lifting you up and turning you around to set you down onto his lap, cock prodding at your drooling cunt. “You’ve always been such a good girl,” he coos, hands holding your waist to drag your cunt up and down his length, coating it in a thick layer of your slick, “Always so good for me. Think you’re ready?”

The way you grasp onto his shoulders with a little nod is adorable. “‘M ready,” you squeak, “..I think.”

But nothing could have prepared you for this.

The initial stretch of his dick has your mouth falling open in a silent scream, nails digging deep into the muscles of his shoulders as you cling onto him. “K-Kanji….”

“Now, now,” his voice comes out a little unsteady, hands digging into your ass to keep you still for him. “Don’t squirm so much— squeezing me like crazy. Stay still, princess.”

He’s big, your walls forced to accomodate his thickness as he sinks you down inch by inch, feeling impossibly full at the intrusion. You’ve never taken anything so big — or so thick before. He’s rough with the last inch, pushing you down in one swift movement and it has you shrieking when his tip kisses your cervix, thighs trembling wildly in his lap— and you feel your slick drip out down his length and onto your sheets below you.

“K-Kanji,” your words come out slurred from the fullnsss. “Move…?”

“Oh? Feeling good already?” he chuckles. “But don’t drift away just yet, princess. Eyes on me.”

URYU SAKAKI.

“I know,” you huff from where you’re sitting on uryu’s lap, his cock nestled deep inside as you cockwarm him— or try to, at least. He’s got his elbows propped up on the mattress, dark eyes looking up into yours with that all too knowing look that makes your cheeks burn. “I know… that Seiryu’s in the other room. But he won’t hear this time.”

His brows furrow at the blatant lie.

“Please, Uryu,” you plead anyways, trying to move your hips, but he’s insistent on keeping you still and seated on him when he tightens his grip around your waist. “I’ll be quiet— I promise.”

He gives you another look, one that you easily recognize as the “that’s what you said last time” expression, and the heat rushes back to your cheeks in an instant. It was only a couple days ago when he had you sprawled over his lap, fingers knuckle deep inside you as he fucked you on his fingers, and that ended with Seiryu hearing every word of it— which eventually led to Tsubaki and the others hearing about it.

And in the end, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know what he was doing to you that night.

“Listen.” You stammer, hands balancing yourself on his chest as you continue, “I will this time. I will. Please? We’re so close— I can’t just sit on it, Uryu. Please…?”

You almost miss the light sigh from him before he’s finally agreeing and lifting you, flipping you onto your stomach and moving to hover just above your ass, big hands roughly grabbing at them as you yelp. “Oh. A-actually?” You gasp, a little too loudly— and he shoots a warning look your way.

“Sorry, sorry,” your voice is a low whisper, but he thinks it’s still… a little too risky. Uryu’s reaching over you the next second, roughly stuffing what you recognize as your own panties into your mouth, and he’s burying his length in you the same second, a low grunt escaping his lips when he hears you loudly yelp into the fabric.

Still too fucking loud, he thinks— gonna have to stuff your mouth with his fingers instead. and maybe… just maybe, if that doesn’t work either…. he could resort to having Seiryu help keep your mouth busy.

CHOJI TOMIYAMA.

“Right now?” Choji’s voice comes out breathless, hands latched on your hips as he presses you flush against his aching cock, desperately humping and rubbing against you, “Right now, right? You want it?”

You’re eagerly nodding, rising higher onto your toes with how roughly he’s pushing against you. “Are you sure?” he groans. “Agh— it hurts— need you so bad. You’re positive? I can… I can. Right?”

He’s never felt this needy before— never wanted to bend you over a table and bury his dick inside you this badly before. He’s practically hissing the second you accidentally grind back against him, his senses heightened and he swears he feels dizzy touching you.

Choji barely registers the sound of your voice when you’re repeating a “Yes! Hurry— we don’t have much time” before he’s sheathing himself inside you in one rough movement, your eyes rolling back in your skull at the fullness.

“C-Choji!”

“W-what?” He growls, pulling you back halfway to meet his thrusts as he sets a rough pace against you. “You said you need it, right? Oh— feels so good. Ahh.. can’t stop. I won’t be able to hold back.”

“You don’t need,” you loudly gasp, hands scrambling onto the table to hold yourself steady. “Don’t need to hold back!”

That’s all it takes for him to let go.

He’s burying his entire length inside before pulling out— all the way until just the tip is inside, and he’s slamming back inside the next second, force knocking the wind out of you with each thrust. They’re not steady in the slightest— wild and primal as he fucks you with pure strength, your slick spilling out onto the floor each time time he bottoms out inside you.

“Good,” he groans. “Feels so good—”

You’re squealing underneath him, struggling to hold onto the table and keep yourself grounded. “‘M not gonna hold back,” he grunts through clenched teeth, “gonna prove to everyone that you’re mine.” He’s latching onto your neck, teeth sinking into the skin the second he bottoms out again, and you scream— gushing all over him as the knot in your belly abruptly snaps.

“H-hah,” he’s hissing, fingers digging into your hips as he gives you a particular hard thrust, choking on his own voice when he almost cums on the spot. “Fuck,” he sounds drunk with how good he feels inside you. “Too good. This is too good,” he licks at your neck, “I think I’m going crazy.”

TSUBAKI TASUKU.

“Feeling good, huh?” Tsubaki soothes, “I can tell. You always make the cutest faces for me.”

You’re pressing your nose further into your pillow, shyly peering over it to watch the way tsubaki’s fingers move in and out of your cunt, free hand keeping you open for him as he curls them inside you. He’s able to reach everywhere— in places you were never able to touch yourself, curling against unfamiliar spots and it all just feels too good.

“Tsubaki,” you mumble. “It’s embarrassing..”

“There’s nothing to be shy about, sweet thing.” He giggles when you tighten your embrace around the pillow. “You’re really too cute. Why don’t we go a little further today?”

“Further?”

“Mhm.. further.” Tsubaki repeats, smiling at the way your head is tilted to the side in confusion, only for it to fall back with a gasp as he starts to pull out his fingers, your walls clenching around them in protest.

“Let me have a taste,” he dips down, breath fanning your cunt, and your breath hitches in your throat. “W-wait— I’ve never,” your voice trails off into a mumble. “Never done this before, so..”

“Oh, you,” he places a kiss on the inside of your thigh, smiling when your thighs are instinctively moving to clench around his head. “I don’t mind. I can never get enough of you.”

“Then…” you stammer, eyes slamming shut when he continues to pepper kisses up your thigh, up until he’s hovering just over your clit— and he’s planting a kiss right above it. “So?” he coos between quick kisses. “What is it? Will you let me have a taste? It’s your word.”

He almost missed it— the whispered “y-yes please” that comes out muffled from the way you’ve buried your face into your pillow, and if he wasn’t always so observant of your every reaction, he definitely would have.

“Okay then,” he giggles. “Here i go.”

UMEMIYA HAJIME.

You don’t know how Umemiya giving you a gentle back massage led to this. it had started off with you laying on top of him, his fingers lightly pressing into the tight muscles of your back— which might have led to your little moans going straight into his ear.

He had a feeling that you could feel his dick hardening against you, especially with the way you kept squirming, but he was just laughing it off— the only sign of it affecting him in the slightest being the way he dragged his fingers up and down your back a little slower.

It was around the the third time you had accidentally shifted and rubbed your hips against his cock when he finally stiffened under you, chuckling a breathy “sorry— that’s a pretty sensitive spot you keep squirming against, baby.”

Which led to your current situation, his cock springing out and slapping against his stomach as he hisses under his breath. He’s got you nestled between his legs, head only inches away as you stare at his size.

Big. You already knew he was— but actually seeing it was different.

“Ah, how embarrassing— no more staring. C’mere, baby,” he coaxes, big hands easily scooping you onto his lap, and your face burns as soon as he sets you down on his length, gently dragging you up and down against him. It’s almost shameful just how loud your cunt is, slick practically dripping straight onto his cock from how wet you were.

Your face is contorting as soon as the ridges of his cock start to rub against your clit, lewd sounds of your slick now getting drowned out by the pretty moans he’s pulling from you. He feels good like that, and he spreads his legs further— letting you grind all over him, swirling your pussy over his dick and using him to make yourself feel good. “Haji,” you whine, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“You’re a real needy thing today, aren’t you?” He chuckles, “I felt you trembling earlier when I gave you a massage.”

The way you hide deeper into his chest at the implication is cute. “Aww baby,” a thumb hooks under your chin, tilting you up to look him in the eyes. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. Let me see you.”

“Look at me when you ride me, okay?”

You’re slow to give him a hum in response, almost dizzy from the butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach as you try your best to obey, rising onto your knees to hover just over his cock, your small fingers wrapping around him to line his tip up with your hole. “Nuh uh” he tsks. “Eyes up here. Remember?”

He’s grabbing at your cheeks again, leaning down to press his forehead lightly against yours when you sink down onto his length. He’s looking at you— gauging your reactions, and he knows you can’t hide the way your face starts to contort at the fullness, struggling to keep eye contact instead of letting them roll back into your skull.

“Mhm, juuust like that,” he coos, exhaling shakily when you squeeze around him. “That’s what i like to see.”

You’re finally bottoming out with a loud gasp, shaky fingers digging tightly into his shoulders as your eyes flutter shut, and he grunts loudly. You’re tight. Impossibly tight. He can feel the way your walls are stretching to let him in— can feel them fluttering and clenching around him.

“Hold tight, baby.” He gives you an experimental thrust, and the moan that rips out of you has him inhaling sharply. “Gonna— gonna move.”

KIRYU MITSUKI. note: his pt 1 is pasted here, & i continued it!! so u already read it then just scroll down a little bit hehe

“My pretty girl,” Kiryu smiles when you perk up at the nickname. “Are you nervous?”

His voice is a soft whisper against the shell of your ear, hands steady on your hips as he guides you back and forth across his cock, your slick coating him in thick and messy layers. “Just a little bit..” you mumble, face buried deep into the crook of his neck.

You’re so wet. You were never this wet when you touched yourself, and truth be told, you didn’t know it was possible to be this soaked. The sounds of your pants and Kiryu’s deep sighs are drowned out by the lewd noises your cunt is making when you’re humping so desperately against him, face contorting each time your clit grinds against his tip.

He hasn’t even gone inside you. Not his fingers, not his cock. Nothing— and you’re aching so badly for it.

“Ah!” You gasp when his cock suddenly twitches against you, slapping against your clit before he’s pulling you right back down, moving you back and forth with a little more urgency this time.

“Ah, sorry,” Kiryu’s chuckle comes out strained, his jaw clenched tightly. “It’s a little hard to control myself, I guess. You just feel so good, love. Can’t help it..”

A part of you is thankful that his lights are off. The faint glow of kiryu's gaming leds are just barely enough to illuminate the two of you, and it gives you the courage you need to sneak glances downwards, eyes catching the way the muscles of his arms flex as he guides your hips back and forth.

It’s only when your gaze shifts further downwards that you notice it. The subtle flex of his abs, and just below, his hips. Completely soaked in your slick. Were you really that wet? Your thighs are also trembling more wildly now, and you’re unsure if it’s because you’ve been hovering over him for so long or if it’s because he feels so good against you.

Another part of you thinks it’s because of nerves— his voice sending a shiver straight down your spine each time he whispers something so lewd into your ears.

“I-it’s okay,” you stutter, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “Want more, please.”

“Hmmm?” his hum comes out amused. “More? Can you handle more?”

He chuckles a bit when you nod without even a small trace of hesitation. “But you’re shaking so much.”

Kiryu’s certain he’s fallen in love with you all over again. his gaze softens at the sight of you, watching with a smile as your shaky hands move to shyly line his cock up with your hole, thighs trembling even harder trying to keep balance without his help. It’s only a few seconds later when you’re letting out a distracted whine, pleading eyes coming to lock with his. “‘Suki..”

“I know. Leave everything to me, angel,” he says with a soft smile, grunting when he adjusts his position on his mattress, hands coming to steady your hips.

“Let me know if it's too much, okay?”

It’s a big stretch. The initial push has you wincing right away, Kiryu whispering sweet praises into your ear as he sinks you further down on his length. “Oooh, look at you go, princess.” he muses. “You’re almost there already. I’m so impressed.”

The praise makes your heart pound, wildly thumping against your chest as you try and do your best, let your walls stretch out and take him when he sinks you down on the last few inches. He’s easily filling you up, soft hands hugging you close against him as he sighs straight into your ear. “W-wow, you’re warm, aren’t you? Might just have to keep you here all night.”

“Suki,” you mumble, nudging your nose against his neck as you pepper kisses on the skin, “don’t want that. I wanna move…”

“Oh?” He’s tilting his head a bit, hair tickling your cheek as you whine. “You’re so bold today.”

“But okay, if you say so. Here we go.” He smiles, hand gripping your ass a little tighter as he guides you up and down. “You want it like this?” He slams you back down on his length, loud squelch echoing through your walls as you shriek. “Oh my. Too hard?”

“N-no!” You protest, hands steadying yourself on his chest as you start to move up and down. “I can handle .. can handle it.”

He’s chuckling a bit, the faint breathlessness in his voice barely noticeable when he’s moving to start bouncing you up and down his cock, his lips coming to latch onto your tits, sucking hard at your bud.

“Mmph!” you cry out at the roughness— and the two of you are suddenly losing your balance, Kiryu’s eyes widening as soon as his back hits the mattress, mouth still in your tit as you fall on top of him, hands slamming beside him as you gasp.

He takes the new opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist, still sucking with a sharp inhale as you holds you close, leveraging his feet against the bed to fuck his dick up until you, and you shriek. “F-fuck! ‘Suki— aahhh—” you gasp, tongue lolling out as your face contorts, but he’s not letting you move an inch, lips tugging into a little grin at the sounds you’re making.

There’s a loud pop when he’s releasing your nipple, tongue lewdly swiping at it. “I didn’t know,” he says through a pant, “that you were such a lewd girl.”

“So you like it like this?” He slams into you particularly hard, and your eyes roll back in your skull, hands tangling themselves in his hair to roughly pull as he winces. “So you do. I can tell— you’re so easy to read, princess..”

[the-other-universe]

Please Me ᯓ★

Caitlyn loves to use toys on you, especially when you look this pretty.

caitlyn kiramman x fem!reader

word count: 587

cw: SMUT 18+, mdni, absolutely no plot

“Shh, shh… easy.” You hear Caitlyn purr into your ear, a smug grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “You’re always so sensitive.”

You can feel her tits pressing against your back as she holds you close in her lap, both of your naked bodies slick with sweat and arousal. She presses the vibrator more firmly against your aching clit, rubbing it in slow circles to watch you twitch.

A shaky whimper slips past your lips at the feeling, a sound Caitlyn craves each time she has you in a position like this. “There you go.” She murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “You like that, don’t you?”

The low buzzing sound fills the stuffy air, the usually pristine sheets crinkling beneath your bodies as your thighs begin to tremble. “Mhmm…” You hum, unable to get a proper word out with the way she forces you to take the pleasure.

She presses a button, causing the intensity of the vibrations to increase. The sudden change has you squirming even more, a breathy gasp tearing from your throat as your thighs instinctively clench together around the toy.

Caitlyn tuts disapprovingly, sliding her free hand from where it was resting on your hip to grip one of your thighs, squeezing roughly as she shoves it back open. “Don’t close them.” She says, a rugged edge to her voice. “Do you want me to stop?”

You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut as tears of overstimulation build up behind your lids.

She sighs, slapping your thigh enough to sting before gripping it again, making you jolt. “Words, sweet girl.”

You cry out softly, hips stuttering against the insistent buzz. “No, please…”

Caitlyn lets out a sound of approval against your ear, rubbing the vibrator in quicker circles against your clit, the slick sounds permeating the air. “Shh, you can take it, sweetheart.” She murmurs. She slides her hand from your thigh, over your trembling belly and breasts, until she’s wrapping her fingers around your throat.

Her grip is strong, a testament to her strength, though she doesn’t cut off your air. She simply just holds on, enjoying the display of clear power she has over you. Your head lulls back against her shoulder with a moan, the pleasure winding up like a tight coil in your gut until it becomes impossible to hold on anymore.

She presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the soft underside of your jaw, keeping the vibrator in place even as you squirm and shake uncontrollably, your orgasm crashing over you.

“Oh, baby…” She coos, nipping at your jaw lightly. “Does that feel good? You’re cumming so hard.”

You can only gasp and whimper in response, your poor clit throbbing and swollen from the intensity of it all. She lets out a soft chuckle, finally turning off the vibrator and tossing it aside carelessly after a long moment, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind to hold you to her chest.

“My beautiful girl,” She murmurs against your neck, pressing wet kisses there as her hands rub over the smooth expanse of your tummy. “You did so good, so fucking good.” Her voice is slightly muffled against your skin, breath hot and damp.

Her hands trail down to your quivering thighs next, stroking over the flesh tenderly before one of her hands dip between them. She glides her middle and ring finger through your wet folds lightly before bringing them to her lips, humming around the digits as she tastes your pleasure. “Delicious.”

[mi-olaaa]

Pretty girl.. (18+)

Fem!reader, softdom!ony, bf!ony, plussize!reader katoptronophilia, you alr know what it isss! Smut so no minors.. ofc. Enjoy!!

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“Hey. Look at me mamas.” Ony murmurs into your ear, so sweetly. Too sweetly, especially for the way his dick is curving up into your gummy walls, but you listen, looking in the floor length mirror in front of you, watching how sinfully delicious he looks to you. “Onyy— fuck, i can’t” Your whines echo around the room, your head drooping slightly.

He grabs your face by your chin, gently peppering kisses, his grip on your hips tightening for a moment, as he pounds up into your dripping cunt. "Yes you can mama, this is your dick. Take it." You swear you were gonna die when he grinned so deviously at you in the mirror, the way he lowered those pretty eyes of his at you, the way his touch has you writhing under him.

You’ve been sitting on his lap in front of this damned mirror for almost an hour, looking at him bouncing you up and down by the hips, orgasm after orgasm, and he wants you to keep looking at him?

Ony's tip was reaching spots in you that you didn't even know existed, brushing up against your cervix, eliciting moans and pants from your mouth. He nips at your neck, hand leaving your chin, snaking around to your clit, rubbing circles around the puffy folds. "Baby, Ony— ouhhh please" You could feel his slender fingers on your clit, massaging the sensitive bundle.

"Please what? Use your voice pretty girl." He looks up at the mirror, watching his cock piston in and out of your pussy, and all you could do is drool. “Haah— stop teasing me please.” The moan that ripped out of your throat was pure bliss, and before you could even say it, you were squirting over his digits, some of your arousal even splattering on the bottom of the mirror in front of you two.

The clear, warm arousal of yours had him fucking into you like a madman. Ony’s grip on your hip tightened as you spasm slightly, his fingers dripping. While he had your attention on him in the mirror, he brought his fingers to his lips, licking the taste of you off of them. “Taste so fucking good mamas, need to eat you next time.” And again with that sexy gaze of his, looking directly at you this time as you nod lazily.

The way he was digging into you so deep had you damn-near screaming his name, pussy squeezing his length like a vice, milking him for all he’s got.

“Mhm mhm baby. Look at me, do what I told you, look at me.” He croons into your ear, the hand that’s not already holding you by your hips and slamming you down onto him, wraps around your torso, massaging your lovely breasts, as you come undone again.

Your moans come out wantonly, and you’re nothing but a drooling, sticky mess for him, it almost makes him wonder if it’s because you can everything in mirror? Doesn’t matter, with the way he’s filling you so good and fucking you so fast, you’re seeing stars and panting.

It’s interesting though, the way your face contorts in pleasure in the mirror to his ministrations, the way your thick thighs jiggle when you bounce on him, the tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as your back arches so sinfully, it’s too much.

And all it does is make Ony groan, and lean down to capture one of your tears on his tongue. “C’mon mama, just one more. You think you can do that f’me?” He speaks, trying so sweetly to coax another orgasm out of you.

It takes almost all the power you have to find an orgasm in you, but you don’t have to do much with how attentive he is to you and your needs. Massaging and toying with your nipples, whispering praise in your ears, pushing all your buttons, just to see his pretty girl cum again, and you do. You come absolutely undone on his dick, a pretty, creamy white ring of your arousal at the base of his cock, all the while, he slows his thrusts, having cum into you more times than you both could count.

By the time the both of you have came to your senses, he finally pulls out of your pretty, fat pussy. Watching as dribbles of cum spill out of you, kissing your neck once again. “See, I knew you had one more in you, good job mama.” He murmurs into your panting skin, side-eyeing you in the mirror, and how you tremble slightly, looking like a deer in headlights, massaging your sore thighs, admiring the fat of them.

Too tired to do anything but nod and stick a lazy thumb up, you slump on his chest, relishing in how warm he is. Ony doesn’t bother with clean up right now, he’ll do it sometime later, all he currently cares about is getting you into bed, especially with the way you just fell asleep on him. He picks you up from the small of your back and the back of your knees, bridal-style, before getting off the edge of the bed.

Flicking off the main lights in your shared bedroom, leaving the ambient lights on, he climbs into bed, setting you down and covering you up, holding you as you both wind down, petting your head softly, and smoking a blunt before going to bed.

That dick really fucked his pretty girl to sleep.

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Authors note: heyyyy 🤭 ion have nun to say for once.. so imma shut my fat ass up. 🙃 LOVE Y’ALL 🫶🏾

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"GAME OVER!!"

TIM DRAKE X FEM!READER

What you thought would be a relaxing Friday night playing video games with your lovely boyfriend Tim turned out to be something entirely different. Boss music was blaring in your ears as the sounds of soft grunts and groans escaped your lover's lips. "Pay attention, baby," he mumbles against your ear, nipping it gently. How could you possibly pay attention while he's fucking you so perfectly, his cock slowly moving in and out of you at a gentle pace? The wet sounds filled your ears, along with the sounds coming from the console. "T-trying," you stutter; each thrust made it harder to think and harder to play. You were this close to dropping your controller, but a swift slap to your ass had your body jolting. "Ahh!~" you shivered, biting your bottom lip gently. "Focus," he ordered, taking your hand and making you hold the controller correctly. "You have three potions left and your health is low; you ain't doing too hot, baby," he laughs against your neck. Of course, you're not doing so hot—you're getting dicked down while playing this stupid game. "W-well, if you could actually put some inside instead of doing fuck—" He pushed his cock deep inside, kissing your cervix so sweetly it had you babbling. "Rude~" You could feel that little bastard smirking behind your ear. "Alright, drink your potion and stop using the hammer; it's slow. Use the long sword; more range." He kissed down the back of your ear to your neck. "But I like the hammer; it's cool." He let his cock slip out, then slammed it back in, making you squeal. "O-ok, long sword," you agreed. "Now when he powers up, he's vulnerable, so attack him then." You nodded, taking his advice. "There you go, sweetheart—mmh—there you go." His praise made you tremble as he rubbed your back, slipping his cock deeper into you. "Nghh—fuuuck, baby..." he grinds his hips into you; you couldn't tell if the game was getting harder or if it was him. "Ah—doing so well, baby." You felt his cock twitch inside you.So close to winning, you can't have him distracting you now. "Pay attention, baby," easy for him to say. So close, so fucking close. You bite your lip and your eyes hang low. Fuck, you weren't gonna win. Your face fell straight into his arms, dropping the controller. "Timmy!" He kissed your lips, muffling your words, feeling his hot cum fill you up to the very brim. "GAME OVER." You look up at the screen, eyes half-lidded. You shoved your face into his arms, whining like a sad puppy. Tim lets out a husky laugh. "I'll take it from here."

[y2kstarr]

brother's bsf!matt fixing nate's little sister!reader's attitude

࣪˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warnings : 18+, smut w/ zero plot, dom!matt, brat!reader, spanking, car sex, unprotected p in v, usage of "brat" and "whore" requested? yes more of this au

It was just some light teasing.

Around his friends.

In public.

But it was literally nothing, he was being a big baby about it, especially as he drove you home, all quiet behind the wheel, not even letting you turn on your music to fill the silence. You would've never pushed his buttons and played around with his friends if you knew he was gonna be like this.

It was a near 10 minute drive until he finally pulled up in front of you and Nate's house, the house lights off to signal that he was probably already asleep. But as you went to open the door, a click sounded through the car, the motion of the lock switching catching your eye.

You turned to look at Matt, who had his head turned just slightly away from you, crossing his arms once more after locking the doors. No matter how hot he looked with the streetlights and the darkness of the night making perfect shadows of his face, he just locked you in the car!

"You're acting so fucking childish right now, Matt," You huffed, annoyed and fed up, reaching for the door handle once more to unlock it and get out, but his voice finally came up the moment your fingers touched the metal.

"Get over here." His voice was sharp, low and almost dark as he spoke, sending a shiver down your spine as you waited just a moment or two more. "Now."

You let out a breath, half as a sigh of annoyance and half as a sigh of nerves, moving over to the driver's seat and maneuvering yourself to sit in his lap, before a gasp left your lips, feeling his hands forcefully pull you down into his lap.

You went to snap at him, expecting him to still be broodingly looking out the car window, but as your eyes met, a chill ran down your spine at his darkened blue eyes, this cold shimmer to them leaving your stomach in twists and turns.

His hands found their way to your thighs, his fingers slightly digging into the soft plush that wasn't covered by your jean shorts, whilst your hands rested on his shoulders, almost hesitant with where to keep them.

"Matt-" You went to finally break the silence, but it took no more than a second for his lips to be pressed against yours in a harsh, deep kiss.

You had no idea why he was being so pissy with you, giving you the silent treatment and all — you two weren't even together, there wasn't a label or anything, just hidden touches, stolen kisses, and quickies more than there was actual intimacy.

But as he slowly pulled you closer in his lap, his lips moving against yours in a needy yet dominant way, his hands slowly sliding to your ass, you couldn't care less if he was acting irrational.

A sudden smack came down on your ass, ripping a yelp from you as you felt the sting course through your body, the pain slowly morphing into pleasure as Matt rubbed the palm of his hand against the hit area.

"All night, and you were just showing off like a little attention whore, huh?" His snarled words made a shiver run down your spine, a whine slipping out as he bit your bottom lip. Oh he was really wanting to hold the power now.

"I was just–" But before you could even give him your reasoning, if not already fabricated a bit to make it look as if you were innocent, you felt another smack against your ass, pulling yet another yelped noise from your throat as the sting made it known there would be marks tomorrow.

"Brats don't get to speak," He nearly growled against your jawline, his lips kissing down to your neck and along the column of your throat as you tilted you head back, a whimper quietly leaving your lips.

"So.. should I kick you out of my car and ignore your needy calls for the rest of the week?..." He spoke against your skin, delivering one more smack to your ass before nipping at your throat, already telling you exactly what he truly wanted to do with you. Fuck, tonight was gonna be a long night.

"Or should I fuck this little attitude out of you?"

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The car practically shook from the two of you, the windows almost foggy now with how much the two of you were panting. Moans and grunts filled his car, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your hips rising and falling as you rode him in the driver's seat.

It was restrictive, a bit cramped and annoying to keep up a solid rhythm, but fuck, did it feel good to have his cock within your needy cunt. One hand grasped at his shoulder, whilst the other held onto the car door armrest, pants leaving your kiss-swollen and bitten lips along with breathy whines and needy moans.

"That's it, baby– fuck—" Matt groaned, his head falling back against the headrest as his hands gripped your hips tight, helping to guild them up and down on his shaft. "Ride that fuckin' dick, baby—"

"Matt—" You whined, your thighs starting to shake as you felt that heated pleasure burn in your stomach, twisting and pulling tight. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes to see he was watching where the two of you were connected, almost hypnotized with how you fucked yourself on his dick.

"F-fuck–!" You felt yourself clench around him as you panted hard, your hands shaking before that pleasure finally snapped within you, your hand that gripped the car door armrest turning to a fist as you moaned, eyes rolling back, back arching, that ecstasy washing over you in delicious waves.

"God– you're so fucking hot when you cum—" Matt groaned through clenched teeth, his hands still guiding your hips so he could reach his high too.

Feeling as you rode through your pleasure, it soon turned into slight overstimulation, a whine leaving your lips as you leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands slid from your hips to your ass, gripping tight as he fucked up into your spent cunt, chasing his high as he panted in your ear.

"Shit shit— fuuuck—" Matt groaned as you felt his cock twitch within you, pumping thick, warm loads of cum into you, painting your walls and filling you to the brim with his seed.

The both of you caught your breath in near unison, chests rising and falling as Matt lay back against the driver's seat, his hands sliding back down to your plush thighs as you lay lax against his chest, legs subtly shaking from the intense pleasure.

"Learn your lesson..?" Matt breathed out, making you remember just how the two of you got into this little mess, your face nuzzling into his chest as you nodded and let out a breathy little "yes", making him chuckle low before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Good girl."

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a / n : i really need to be better for my requesters, i'm so so sorry 😭 idk if i like how this one turned out either, but I had fun getting to write them again

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