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scarekat · 3 months ago

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smut.

izuku’s been thinking about this all day, coming home after three weeks and seeing you cooking a wonderful meal and greeting him with that pretty face.

it was late when dinner filled your stomachs, he took a nice warm bath and was enjoying time with you before calling it a night. he was exhausted, but he missed you more.

he couldn’t get those stupid thoughts out of his head. you had asked him how the mission was, how you were watching the news and how you thought he was amazing out there. “i can’t believe deku is my boyfriend, i’m so lucky!” no, he’s the lucky one.

he couldn’t remember what caused it, maybe it was the praise, maybe it was how your hand slowly inched closer and his mind went wild with possibilities.

izuku throws an arm over his eyes in embarrassment, face red and choked noises coming from his throat. it felt like he couldn’t breathe, gasping between gritted teeth and his hips jerk.

green eyes flicker to look up at you, the lights dimmed but he had no trouble seeing the sweet smile on your cheeks.

you see the fresh bandage wraps as well as discolored, smattering of old scars that peek from his torso, lifting his t shirt up until it lands on the seat next to you, running your fingertips over his bare chest, hearing a shaky breath when you tweak his nipple.

“don’t- no teasing,” he says.

“m sorry.” and you listen, nails dragging over his stomach to the string that confined the bulge in his sweats.

he lifts his hips off the couch when you start to pull them down, and you gawk when his dick springs forth, flushed red and hanging under its own weight. izuku shrinks under your gaze. every time.

he twitches as precum leaks from the tip, and you use your thumb to spread it around. he mumbles inaudible, your soft hand moving up and down his shaft, squeezing just a little every now and then.

“you’ve been working so hard. i’ll take care of you, baby.”

television echoing voices that meshes into nothing as he melted into the couch pillows that cooled his burning skin. “harder,” he begs, and you listen.

the wet noises and your sweet praises while you jerk him off as if five minutes ago you weren’t just telling him about your day out shopping with your girl friends, how you bought a new dress that you couldn’t wait to show him later.

“come on, weren’t you just begging me to touch you? “ izuku’s heartbeat picks up. “is my hand not enough, baby?” you move up to the head and give small pumps there, his dick lubed up with pre so it was easier for your hand to move now.

“no, no.. swear i’m almost—”

“yeah? say it. i wanna hear you tell me.”

he’s climbing higher and higher, now the one thrusting into your hand while you watch him pant and squirm. he whines your name in broken syllables. “cmon.. need you to say it,” you continue to jerk him off to your own tune, the thickness of his arousal staining your fingers white.

izuku’s face contorts and his hands are grasping and clutching onto anything, it was obvious he was trying to hold back. “too much, i’m gonna —uh— gonna cum, please.. love, can i?”

izuku jolts when you quickly get on your knees in front of him, you spread his thighs further. his breath hitched when your lips brush over the leaking tip.

“i want you inside my mouth, i know how much you love it.”

oh. maybe he died while on the mission and this was heaven, watching the bulbous head slip passed your lips and hit the back of your throat. he wasn’t the biggest in size—but you were never able to fit him entirely in your mouth.

tears gather at the covers of your eyes, hollowing your cheeks as you kept going.

he loses his ability to speak, head lolling back and pathetic moans heighten. a hand finds home on the back of your head, helping you find the pace he craved for.

“—call now and buy one, get one free! limited tv time offer!”

he opened his eyes and happened to glance at the tv, there was a commercial playing, seemingly for this clothing brand releasing a limited edition deku pajama set in a couple weeks. he still needed to find it online.. for you, of course.

wait, why would he have to buy it? it’s his own merch. couldn’t he get it for free, have it delivered home for you as a surprise.

suddenly he’s seeing lewd images of you, the top pushed up, showing dark green lingerie and the delicate stitching looks perfect against your skin, his hands trailing up and down your body…

“i wore this just for you,” you moan against his lips, hand on his and guiding him to squeeze your breast. “touch me, izuku, feeling your hands on my body turns me on so much—“

“oh, jeez..” izuku yanks you off entirely, your lips wet and swollen, a drooling mess, he wipes at the corner of your mouth, and you open wide, sucking on his finger. “don’t waste it, ‘kay?” and he pulls you back down on him, slowly picking up the pace.

after a minute his thrusts turn sloppy, hurried, a fair cry from his lips “you’re so good to me, so good” as he becomes unable to hold off his own pleasure.

his hips buckled under you and without warning, you feel spurts of cum hit your tongue, unloading inside your mouth. whispers from the back of his throat as one wave poured after the other, mind numbing delight made his legs shake.

your muffled moans fall on deaf ears as he thinks about nothing but the pleasure flowing through his veins as he holds you still. izuku finally goes limp, releasing the tight grip on your hair.

you let go with a gasp and keep pumping his cock, your spit mixed with cum dripping onto his skin—he made a mess. don’t waste it. your tongue slides up the shaft, gathering the slick before giving one last kiss.

izuku catches his breath, watching as you stand up and lift your shirt over your head. “y/n, what are you doing?”

your fingers hook at the belt loops on your pants, slowly tugging them down. “i’m undressing.”

the smirk on your face makes him shake his head, scratching at his freckled cheek while glancing away. “ah.. uh.. i see that but..”

“what’s wrong?” you ask, neatly folded clothes placed on the opposite arm rest, staring at the hero with a quirked eyebrow.

“nothing! nothing at all, promise! i don’t want you to think you have to, just because i got a little .. you know—“ you realize what he’s trying to say, crawling back onto his lap.

he holds you steady, squeezing the fat of your ass. izuku laughs at the way you jumped. you two meet in the middle, lips meshing in a kiss.

your hands grasp at the hairs at the nape of his neck, tongue darting past parted lips and he deepens the kiss. he tastes himself on your tongue, but he doesn’t mind it.

you cradle his face after a good time of exploring each others mouths, pulling away briefly, his eyes searching yours.

you don’t give him time to collect himself when you grind against him just a little bit, reaching up to brush the dark strands out of his face.

“i would have jumped you the second you walked through the door, izu.” you tease. “besides, you’re still hard..”

izuku could feel you drag his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing before you nudge him past your folds.

you go slow, having not prepared yourself for his girth but it was worth the stretch, seeing that look on his face as you take him.

he winces as he filled you completely, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his already exhausted body. you relax and work yourself open for him, fully seated on his cock and izuku’s eyes fall closed.

all he could feel was hot pleasure of you clenching around him, the thick veins dragging against your cunt with each roll of your hips, he bites his lip to try and stop himself from groaning too loud, a metallic taste on his tongue.

“stop that.” izuku gulps hard when he hears your voice in his ear, warm breath on his cheek. oh god, he’s gonna pass out —“i wanna hear you, baby, don’t you fucking dare hold back on me.”

he keens into your touch, he watches you stick out your tongue and his eyes nearly roll back when you lick at the wound on his bottom lip, moans tied together in harmony. “you feel so- so good inside me.. i never want you to leave.”

slowly he starts to thrust his hips, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you chase the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls, he grunts each time you sink down on him.

izuku’s hands hover over your waist, almost hesitant. you shake your head, “please touch me.”

so he does. he doesn’t rush your pace, letting you take control. big hands ghosting along your hips, his thumb smoothed over the plush skin of your inner thighs. “look, izuku,” his eyes follow your hand, trailing down your stomach to where you both met. “i’m sucking you in, see that? oh, i’ve missed you so much.”

“yeah?” his mouth waters at the sight of you taking him whole, using him as you so please, it will always feel like the first time. “was thinkin’ of you the whole time too.” izuku watches your breasts bounce in front of his face before he reaches around to cup one, warm in the palms of his hands.

“so beautiful,” he pulls one of your nipples into his mouth, gentle with his teeth before leaving wet kisses. “getting bold, are you?” he hears, and a response bubbles in his throat but it’s cut short when a hand wraps around his neck.

you don’t say a word, he didn’t realize you stopped moving, pressure is applied on his throat, not too much and not too little, but it sends a tingling feeling from his fingertips to his toes.

he gasps when you press a kiss on his cheeks, turning his head to find your gaze, and you can’t help but give in. he kisses you back hard, it’s almost bruising until his lips naturally part to let out a groan.

god, he’s never felt so amazing and pathetic, like winning and losing at the same time. dick twitches inside you, the sensations drive him crazy as his hips snap into yours.

“no, slow down, izuku.” your voice clouds his mind, “don’t hurt yourself.” and he forces himself to nod, dropping his head back and your soft hands start roaming. there’s a throbbing tension in the pit of your stomach.

“i’ve waited so long to have you like this again, driving me fucking crazy,” you tell him. “love you.”

“i- i love you too. sososo much, oh my god,” he groans, cheeks flushed pink and his mouth twitches cutely every time you clench around his cock.

you take the opportunity to shove a finger in his gaping mouth, hooking his lower jaw as you ride him faster.

his eyes brighten, sucking on your digit before sinking his teeth into it. “good, yeah? ‘s good for you too?” his words were slurred, shaky and breathless, you melt at how desperate he looked for affirmation, and you nod fervently. “it’s amazing, baby.”

he was now the one moving you, peering up at you through half-lidded eyes. his lungs feel hot, jaw aching from how hard he’s trying to hold back as you whine his name and his name only.

izuku. izuku. izuku.

you throw your head back, struggling to delay your climax as a white heat starts to build up inside. his hands are kneading and clutching erratically at your ass, spreading you open, very obvious that he’s hurtling towards the edge with you.

“please, y/n. let me!”

“oh god.. you look so good like this.. so—fuck, perfect! go ahead.. you deserve it” and he doesn’t waste a second to flip you over, one hand propping himself up while the other slides between your bodies, fingers curling tightly into his palm as a thumb hones in on your puffy clit.

you see stars as his cock slides in and out with ease, the feel of him spreading you wide and his thumb rubbing tight circles already building pressure deep inside.

“yesyes, just like that baby” you can’t help the words, stuttering when he reaches even deeper. your head tosses back, jaw going slack as he fucks you into the couch cushions.

the wet noises from your pussy could be heard over your constant moans, over the sound of skin slapping against yours, it was becoming overwhelming.

all izuku wanted was to get you over the edge before him, to feel your walls flutter and clasp around his weeping cock. the pent-up energy inside him dispelling with each hard rut of his hips.

the more you twitched around him, the more he rocked into you, weak for the sounds you made. but after a while, the steady rhythm, he was aching for more. “you can be rougher with me,” you say, “i trust you.” it makes him falter for only a moment, desires itching at the back of his mind.

he won’t hesitate anymore.

then izuku straightens up, each of his thrusts had his dick kissing your cervix, fingernails digging as he fucked your hips in the air.

you were so close, and it seemed like you weren’t the only one— his thrusts are picking up again, faster and harder each time, keeping you right where he wants you.

he felt his ego growing bigger. it makes him dizzy. a little too excited, too ballsy.

“pretty little thing,” izuku chokes out, your body arching as tears gather in your eyes, nodding pathetically as you feel the room spin with how well he fills you up.

all thoughts left his head, it was primal, rough. just what you asked for. “getting taken by a strong hero, y- you like it huh? should’ve told me.. y/n—,”

“yes! i love it, you’re so fuckin’ hot.” it was a delicious friction, as your breath and movements became one, a constant of backs and forths.

“izuku, wanna cum inside?” you’re panting, not breaking eye contact, and he almost busts right then. he never gets to cum inside, maybe he was in heaven.

“fuck, please.. are you—”

“it’s okay. just.. a little bit.. more. can you do that?” it seems to encourage him, izuku nodding frantically, getting faster, sloppier; moaning louder than he probably should be.

his muscles rippled from the increase speed as his hips met yours, again and again, making sure his pelvis bullied your aching clit with each movement. burying his cock and hitting that spongy sweet spot inside your cunt that made you gush.

your breath gets ragged, moans get louder, body more desperate as you spasm and tighten around him.

his eyebrows pinch together, he almost looks in pain before his features melt into absolute bliss. he couldn’t wait to feel your sweet cunt milk him for all he’s worth.

“don’t stop! don’t stop, i’mso close” izuku adjusts his weight, caging you in even more, sweat from the tip of his nose, lips brushing against yours but never truly meeting. you could feel him everywhere.

“feel so good, like you were made for me.. i need you to cum so i can give you what you want, yea? c’mon, please baby. i’ve got you.”

it was sweet, rushed, you see a different look in his eyes that rendered you quiet. how could you refuse when he was asking so nicely?

one final thrust, so deep and hard it almost hurts, and your body exclaims it’s joy before your voice does, crumbling underneath him.

a broken sound escapes your lips when you come undone around him, clawing at his skin as everything hits you like a storm, like a burst of pleasure and it spreads through your entire body. it feels like the air was punched out of his lungs, your pussy clamping down on him, shuddering.

“oh, shit” his entire body was shaking, thrusting in a stuttering pattern before rough hands pull you into a tight embrace, canines biting into your shoulder.

it makes you dizzy in the best ways.

izuku lets out an moan, rumbling deep from his chest and pure ecstasy washes over. his hot seed filling you up, rutting his hips, he couldn’t help it, fucking the cum that seeped out back into you.

eventually the hero relaxes, panting out as he rides out the last bit of the high with you, kissing the mark he left— surprisingly he didn’t break skin.

your skin was sticky, a result of the unruly act, a mess on the cushions that would so fun to clean up. busy staring up at the ceiling, his heavy breathing fills the silence between you.

“i really needed that,” you can’t help but giggle, finally catching your breath, and he responded with a hum.

izuku never was able to stay conscious for long after sex.

you turn his head to look at you, mouths colliding in intimate kisses, sweet i love you’s as it feels like time has stopped, cock still buried inside you. izuku’s scarred hands caress your face.

he was in no state to think, muscles ache and and his vision was hazy.. his eyes barely stay open when you pulled away from a kiss.

izuku winces when your nails dig into his shoulder, cinching his hair to get his attention and maybe jostle some sense back into his mind. “is my baby so fucked out that he can’t even kiss me back anymore?”

“mmm yes? let’s sleep.. then we can go again..”

#midoriya izuku x reader smut #izuku midoriya x reader #deku smut #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #anime smut #izuku x reader #deku x reader smut #bnha smut #my work

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pretty-little-mind33 · 2 months ago

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Dave Lizewski x girlfriend!fem!reader

Summary: ask: Dave Lizewski smut where he's a virgin and his girlfriend shows him what 69 is and he whimpers a lot please!!

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: reader and Dave are 18/19, hints of dom!reader and sub!Dave, virgin!Dave, 69-ing, oral sex (f & m receiving), praise

~ hope you enjoy this anon <33 ~

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

The mid-afternoon sun shines past your sheer curtains, your copy of Jane Eyre lays abandoned on your bedroom floor. Poor Dave looks more flustered than when he'd first arrived and you can't exactly blame him because his T-shirt is halfway up his chest, your nails scratching at his stomach as your hand finds his nipple. His glasses are crooked on his nose and you can only hear his heavy breathing as he stares at your ceiling fan.

Your other hand dips under his, already-opened, jeans and palms his dick. That elicits a squeak from him and you snap your head up, grinning. "There you are, I was afraid you'd passed out on me or something," you tease as you lean back onto your heels and remove your hands.

Dave clumsily sits up as well, hurrying to adjust his glasses as his dark curls fall over his vibrant blue eyes. His shirt falls over his stomach again and looks down at himself; he's a mess. A deep crimson blush spreads across his cheeks, over his nose, and up to the tips of his ears.

You're still dressed in that loose sundress. Mis-matched fluffy socks cling to your feet as the softness brushes against your inner thigh from your sitting position. Without wasting time, you crawl over Dave as he falls back onto your blankets, his chest rising and falling once your fingers find the loops of his jeans. "Baby—"

"Shh, no talking," you warn as you shimmy his jeans off him. There is an undeniable dark spot on his boxers and your grin widens. You move lower on the bed, your hand on his hips as you remove his boxers next. The surprise sound he makes is delicious. His dick springs free, the pink tip dripping pre-cum and you giggle. "You're so cute," you say and press a kiss to his dick.

You know Dave isn't as experienced as you are. Because of this, you've been taking things slow and you haven't gone all the way yet. Although he tries, he doesn't tend to last super long—he's so easily overwhelmed. You hold the base of his dick, licking up his shaft as you keep your gaze on him. You can't see his face very well, but you can see his breathing and you reach up with your other hand, lifting his shirt again.

Dave moans and his hands clutch the sheets. "Ah,"

You remove your mouth from him and sit up again. This time, he whines from the loss. "Baby, d-don't stop. Please." He uses his forearm to prop himself up as he looks at you pathetically.

His dick twitches with need.

"Take off your shirt, I wanna try something new," you say and wait for him to listen.

Without a word, after awkwardly fumbling with the sleeve holes, Dave removes his shirt and throws it across the room. He looks at you expectantly, his pretty eyes shining and you smile sweetly.

You crawl over him again and press a kiss to his pink lips. Dave returns to kiss with enthusiasm, his hand finding your hair as he presses you against his chest. You smile against his lips and pull away to remove your panties.

Dave watches you with heavy eyelids, his cheeks still flushed. Once your panties are off, you kiss your boyfriend again and move your lips to his ear. "We're gonna combine two moves you know very well, babe," you say and bite his earlobe just enough to cause a moan.

Without more warning, you straddle him backwards. Dave's hands rest on your hips and he instantly understands. You lean forward, your lips finding his stomach as you kiss lower and lower and lower until you're touching his cock again.

As if on cue, Dave wraps his arms around your thighs and flips up your dress, kissing around your inner thigh like a starved man. He's gotten good at eating you out and he loves it almost more than when you suck him.

You knew he would like this.

You moan against Dave's dick as he kisses your slit, burying his face into and pulling you closer to sit on him. You're almost afraid he'll suffocate but when he begins to lick, you shiver and stroke your hand up and down his dick faster. "Uh, fuck, Davey—" you groan, your kisses becoming sloppy as he sucks your clit. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and he bucks up his hips.

You take him inside your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you steady his hips. Your hands are shaking from the feeling in your stomach. He's gotten really really good at this. You want to return the favor so you ignore how his dick hits your throat and continue to suck him and breathe through your nose.

"You taste so good," Dave mutters into your pussy, kissing it some more. "Fuck, I'm close. I- I can't hold it much longer. Please can I come?" Dave is whining against your clit now, the vibrations making you squeeze your eyes shut. You can feel his dick twitch and you see his legs shake. You remove your mouth with a pop and stroke him harder and faster.

"Go on, oh~ fuck~" you groan, falling forward as Dave returns the enthusiasm on your pussy. "Go–on, come for me—"

He doesn't need to be told again as you attach your lips to his tip again and swallow the ropes of cum as he groans and continues to pleasure you. His dick falls from your lips as you fall forward, arching your back. You're close as well.

As Dave recovers, he moves his hand to your inner thigh and adds some pressure to your clit with his thumb. His tongue continues to explore you and you let out a shrill cry, clutching the sheets as you come. Dave laps up your juices and lets his head fall further into the pillow as you move off him and turn around. Your legs are as shaky as his as you move towards him again, your hand on his chest as he lifts his head. Dave's chin and nose are covered in your cum and your cheeks warm up.

He looks even messier now.

You lean in to kiss him, laying next to him now as you trace hearts on his abs and continue to move your lips against his.

"What did you think?" you ask against his lips.

Dave blinks, his eyes a little glossy. He runs a hand up your back and twirls some strands of your hair between his fingers. He looks at you. Clearly, he has no coherent thoughts in his head because all he says is, "Thank you."

You laugh, "Such a good boy," you whisper, kissing him again and holding his cheek.

"My good boy."

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materia-girl88 · 1 month ago

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Late Night

18+, minors dni

warnings- smut as usual😭 Bucky's stressed and reader wants her man to feel better

this whole thing happened purely bc of this gif. the tank top, the slicked back hair. i can't handle it 😔

You were heading down to the kitchen when you heard a soft swear, Bucky's large frame sitting at the kitchen island.

You leaned against the door frame as you watched him look over some paperwork, knowing he was displeased with what he saw on the pages.

Bucky loved being a congressman, loved trying to make a change to better his home, but it wasn't without difficulties and there were often nights like tonight when you woke up alone to just find him out of bed stressing over work.

You walked up behind him, hands sliding up his tense back to wrap around his chest, your chin coming to rest on his shoulder.

"You're supposed to be in bed with me, Congressman Barnes," you whispered against his neck, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there.

He sighed, his right hand which held a pen falling to the countertop where his paperwork rested.

"I know, doll. I just wanted to look over a couple things I couldn't get my mind off of. I just wanna do well," he said, frustration clear on his face and in his voice.

You wanted to help take the stress away.

"I know, baby. And you are doing well. The people love you, your fellow congressmen respect you. And I happen to think you're the sexiest government official out there," you teased, hands rubbing over the firm muscles under his white tank top he had worn to bed.

He couldn't help but chuckle at that, finally sitting up to turn and look at you, causing you to pull back just a bit before he caught you and pulled you in.

"Well, I'm glad to know I'll always have your vote," he said, leaning in to kiss you.

Even with him sitting on a stool and you standing, he had to lean down a bit to reach you.

You let out a soft hum as you tasted sweetness on his lips and you knew he had broken into the candy stash you both had in one of the drawers, probably needing something to nibble on to keep stress away.

"Let me show you just how much I support you, sir," you teased against his lips, causing him to groan as you fell to your knees.

You encouraged him to stand and lean against the countertop, your hands coming to rest against his large thighs.

Your lips met the line of his waistband, feeling the soft fabric of his pajama bottoms against your chin as you kissed along his abdomen.

"Fuck, doll," he huffed, blue eyes darkening as they met yours. You looked up at him through your lashes as one of your hands traveled to cup him through his sleep pants, feeling him hardening already.

He never was able to resist the sight of you on your knees for him. Especially now that you were only wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties.

"Let me have my fun and maybe you'll get to," you told him, grinning as you began to pull his pants down.

He hadn't worn boxers to bed and his hard cock slipped out of his pants, tip already red just from feeling your hand through his pajamas.

You loved how worked up he always got over you.

You didn't lose eye contact as you licked your right palm, bringing it to wrap around him.

His breath rushed out of him as you began stroking from root to tip, letting your thumb pass over the head when you got there.

"Now focus on your wife and forget about work for just a bit," you told him, voice sultry, before you leaned in and let your lips wrap around the tip of him.

Your eyes closed as you slowly began to bob your head on him, the familiar taste and feel of him in your mouth more than welcome.

Before Bucky, you never really enjoyed going down on men but once the two of you finally became intimate in your relationship, it easily became one of your favorite things.

You loved the weight of him in your mouth and the slight saltiness of the pre-cum that he expelled.

As you continued, his flesh hand came to cup your cheek, thumb moving to trace the line of your lips around him.

He liked holding your hair when the two of you were rough, but when it was slow and intimate like this he loved to stroke your cheek, trace your pretty lips and truly take in what you were doing for him.

Your eyes fluttered at the feeling and your thighs squeezed together, but you ignored it, not ready to pull focus from him yet.

You swallowed around him at one point when he reached the back of your throat and his hips stuttered, his vibranium hand clamping down on the counter.

You giggled around him, the vibrations causing him to swear.

"You're killing me, doll," he panted, head tilting back just a bit.

Your free hand came up, cupping the balls hanging at his base, and you knew before long he would be putty in your hands.

Your thumb came to rub at the seam between them, and he swore, unable to stand the feeling of what you were doing.

"I'm gonna come, baby, fuck," he huffed as he let go.

Your eyes opened, knowing he loved to see them water as you swallowed down his release.

You continued suckling at him gently until he pulled back in overstimulation, licking your lips before smiling at him.

"Feeling better?" you asked.

He gently pulled you to your feet before lifting you to the counter, swiping away his stack of papers and pens, causing you to laugh as he set you on the cool marble.

"Absolutely, doll, but I'm about to feel even better," he rushed out before leaning in to kiss you, hands coming under your shirt to grab at your panties and pull them away.

Needless to say, his work may not have gotten finished that night, but the two of you sure as hell did.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes

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lovesickhughes · 6 months ago

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luscious locks | jack hughes

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a/n: i, to this day, CANNOT get over this content we got of all three brothers, and the way jack looks, hello??? i would just like to preface that this has been in my drafts since AUGUST (I KNOW) and i finally was able to finish it! not my best, also only proof read once, so apologies for any mistakes, but i hope you enjoy!!! okay bye love you!

summary: jack's gorgeous hair matched with his charming personality and stunning face, leaves you drooling at his feet

warnings: makeout sesh! nothing else except for pure fluff!

word count: 2.2k

Summer seemed to be slipping away, right before the tips of your fingers. The Michigan nights were getting cooler, the sun was setting earlier, and your friends desperately attempted to fit in any last minute plans before everyone dispersed back into their routines come autumn.

That also meant for Jack and you, your time spent together that felt endless was coming to an end. The pre-season was just around the corner for the National Hockey League, which meant Jack's schedule would condense to a routine occurrence of working out with the team, morning skates and all the extra training and conditioning that went into the preparation for the upcoming season.

While the summer was able to be spent with family and friends; boating at the Hughes' lake house, trips to wineries and attending weddings of fellow teammates and pro athletes, Jack among the league's management and closest friends had to enjoy the summer fun while keeping one secret from the public.

When the Hughes brothers were offered the opportunity to be on the cover of the upcoming video game covers, the three boys were ecstatic to take upon the offer and fly to Los Angeles for media coverage. You had joined the brothers back in July for a weekend while they were taken behind the scenes and filmed content with the league's media team.

However, being restricted from sharing the exciting news for the upcoming release to the public, made your gatherings with friends a bit more difficult than anticipated. When amongst friends, and even family, the extra attention you paid to conversations and your own responses added another amount of energy that drained you. You wanted nothing more than to tell your closest people the exciting news, but with strict contracts the Hughes brothers had to sign, you knew it would all be worth the wait and biting your tongue a little harder when chiming into conversation.

Now, after the release being almost over a week ago, Jack and you had recently flown back to New Jersey in preparation of the new season. Jack was in meetings that occupied most of his days, while you were adjusting to your job, getting back into the rhythm as you did prior to the summer season.

Your friends and family had sent their congratulatory messages via text for you to pass along to Jack and his brothers for their accomplishments, and your timelines on all apps were flooded with the content you had watched be taken a few months prior.

Tonight though, Jack's and your schedule had perfectly aligned, where Jack had a few days off before the training picked up again, and your work had been all caught up for the upcoming days.

You had busied yourself in the morning, going to the farmer's market with a friend who was in town visiting, before getting coffee and reminiscing the last few summer months and what your family and you had done, and the time you spent with Jack's relatives.

While you caught up, Jack had gone to the gym, and tidied the shared apartment waiting for your arrival. When you entered through the door, the sight of your apartment scattered with candles lit, and the smell of pasta cooking coming from the kitchen, your eyebrows furrowed in worry, knowing there was a likely chance something could go wrong knowing who the chef behind the smell was.

You placed your findings from the farmer's market on the floor next to the collection of shoes that were neatly placed as you scurried towards the kitchen, turning the corner only to find Jack in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants and nike socks that were pulled alarmingly high over the cuffs of his pants.

You took in the sight of the brunette from across from you, his soft, warm, tanned skin that had been kissed so delicately by the sun; his toned muscles, contorting as he moved in a fashion that left you mesmerized by the way his muscles in his biceps, shoulders and back all moved. And you noticed his hair, peeking out the bottom of his baseball cap that was turned backwards, a look you knew sent a wave of electricity through your body.

"Oh hey, babe," Jack said glancing up to your figure that scoped out the area, looking for any sign of something that could catch fire or cause chaos, "I'm just about done making dinner, I found this recipe online that had a video tutorial, so no; I haven't burnt anything down." Jack snickered, turning from the kitchen island to the counter behind that had a pot of pasta boiling on the stove.

You sigh, pulling your jacket off of your shoulder and hanging it on the back of the island stool. "I'm glad you haven't burnt anything, I guess now I'll just hope it's edible." You joked, earning a playful glare from the brunette in front of you.

All the while Jack was occupied watching the video from his phone, you leaned your body against the island counter, the cool marble touching the skin of your forearms as you rested your weight. You watched him intently, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration while he transferred the pot of pasta into the strainer that was already placed in the sink. As he mixed the pasta noodles into the saucepan that contained a red sauce you could only assume was made from scratch, you watched his toned muscles shift with his movements, and his tanned skin from long days out on the boat at his lake house glimmering under the overhead lighting of the kitchen.

Your eyes trailed down his back to his waist and to his butt where your eyes lingered, mindlessly staring at your secret obsession Jack teases you about. Something about the way Jack looked and the way he was so concentrated in putting together a delicious, romantic meal for the first day in a few weeks that the two of you could spend together, you began to realize how long it had been since you felt the little adrenaline rush spike through your veins.

Of course you always actively had a crush on your own boyfriend, but every once in a while there would be moments where you're reminded of why he will always be your biggest crush of all time.

Since summer, Jack had been growing out his hair. You liked it no matter the length or style, but something about running your hands through his longer hair after a day in the lake and feeling the coarse texture from the water made your stomach do somersaults.

And tonight, it was clear Jack had gotten out of the shower prior to starting dinner, so his wet, brown hair laid messily under the cap, only destined to be doubled in volume from air-drying it and indenting the shape of the cap into his brown locks.

Jack plated the food, and you pushed yourself off of the counter to open the fridge and grab the bottle of wine you had saved from one of his teammate's weddings earlier in the summer. You poured two glasses, and followed Jack into your living room, placing the plates and wine glasses on the centre table that was decorated with candles and other items you had purchased when moving in.

Jack and you conversed about your days while the TV played in the background and you enjoyed your meal.

"I know we all joke that I should stick to being the one that cooks for us, but you impressed me tonight Hughes," you jested towards your boyfriend who sipped on his glass of wine.

He playfully rolled his eyes, "I didn't do nearly as bad as I thought I would, or as bad as you all make me out to be." He laughed. "Why don't you go and change into some comfy clothes while I clean up the dishes and then we can catch up on some TV or something for the rest of the night." Jack suggested as his hand reached to place a hand against your waist as you stood, sliding it towards the round of your butt and giving your skin a slight tap.

You squint your eyes, feeling skeptical of his suggestions, wondering if he was scheming.

"Is this your way of putting out for me? You make me a nice dinner and fill me with wine so we can end up fucking tonight?" You joked, half playfully. Jack stood to meet your eyes and his hand now reaching for your waist again to pull you into his body and placing a delicate kiss to your temple.

"Is it working?" He asked against your skin as he peppered kisses against your flushed and warm face. "I'm kidding, I just want us to have a good night since we've both been busy lately."

You hum at his response, "That's sweet of you, let me go change and I'll meet you back here."

While Jack collected the dirty plates and wine glasses, your feet carried you to your bedroom, quickly changing your outfit into one of Jack's basic t-shirts and a pair of pyjama shorts. Fixing the way that Jack's shirt fit on your frame, you admired your appearance in the wall-length mirror that leaned against the wall in your bedroom that complimented the other accents of the room.

Exiting your shared room, you walked down the hallway, the sound of your soft step echoing down the hardwood floor as the dimly lit living room shone down the walls. Jack was seated in the corner on the couch, his one arm resting on the back of the cushion while his legs stretched down to the end of the couch, with a soft white blanket drowning his figure.

A smile erupts on your face, seeing how romantic the aura of your boyfriend and this evening had been since you arrived home and you quickly shuffled over to meet Jack on the couch, plopping yourself next to him and immediately sinking into his side.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you snuck under the blanket to share, feeling the warmth of Jack's exposed skin radiate off of him.

"How are you already cozy?" You asked as if it was a life-changing question.

Jack chuckled, the vibrations of his laugh being sent through his body and ricocheting into yours, "You take forever to change." He slyly responded. You playfully shake your head in protest, but nonetheless snuggle in closer to your favourite brunette, his arm that was on the back of the couch finding its place around your shoulder, his fingers hanging down to just below your chest.

"What do you wanna watch?" Jack asked quietly, as he mumbled the question into the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You hummed in contemplation, "Mmm, I'm not too picky- I'm probably just gonna end up falling asleep anyway." You giggled at your own confession.

It wasn't long before Jack and you had found a movie you both agreed on, and began to watch. The light from the TV screen emitting into the living room, lighting up the walls as Jack and you cozily held each other.

After the halfway point of the movie, Jack had to pause the film to run to the bathroom, and while doing so, on his way back grabbed you a glass of water, Jack settled back into his seat on the couch cushion.

As if on queue, when you looked over at Jack to see if he was ready to continue, he was already reaching for your waist and pulling you into his frame.

Your lips connected, and you inhaled sharply through your nose at the contact. Whether it was the two glasses of wine you had during dinner, or the smell of the food, or even the romantic environment of the living room with the lit candles disbursed among the room, the kiss felt electric, sending you to another level of bliss.

Jack's calloused hand instinctively raised to cradle your jaw, holding your face close to his as he continued to kiss you like it was the last time he'd be able to. And when you slightly pulled away to catch your breath from the heated kiss, Jack took that as his queue to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring, as he deepened the kiss.

You let out a soft moan at the action, Jack's hand that was now on the side of your torso, squeezing your side delicately. Your own hands found themselves resting on each of Jack's shoulders, before your own one hand travelled up to the nape of his neck, immediately entangling it into his luscious, luscious locks you were so ever obsessed with.

The kiss continued, only until you both pulled away to catch your breath, foreheads resting against one another. You placed a quick peck on Jack's swollen, wet, and red lips. Smiling at him when his eyes met yours and you lowered yourself back into your cuddling spot beside him.

You looked up at the beloved boy who sat next to you, giving you more than you could have ever imagined in your life, and all that you felt was a sense of gratitude, and immense love; even emotional to think that you really did check all the boxes with this one.

#jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #hockey fic

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lovetei · 4 months ago

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TW: Smut, expect the worse

BELPHEGOR is nothing short of a brat, and of course, brats get punished.

Sure, you have him pinned down on the bed but that doesn't mean he'll be sorry about anything that he did. You could be ruining him in front of a mirror and his tongue would be out so lewdly as if mocking you.

You're riding him as his legs is folded in half and his knuckles are turning white from how hard he's gripping the sheets while his head is hanging on the edge of the bed, giggling drunkly while you destroy his dick,

"Oh, fuck— fuck!~" he'd moan so high pitched you'd think you're fucking a girl from a porn but no, it's just him mocking you, pretending he doesn't feel that weight on his hips as you slam down yours on his, that fucking pressure that threatens to break his cock from how hard your riding him.

And so what if you're the one fucking him? He's right in front of the mirror that is stained with his cum. His poor cock hanging uselessly between his quivering thighs, his tip red from how rough you abused it.

"Ah, ugh!~ T-That's my prostateee?!!!~" he'd scream and squeal as you abused a specific spot in him, that soft spot that just makes his cock leak endless amount of pre, he can't cum because fuck, you just won't let him. He's been on his knees for hours but he didn't even manage to cum once.

But, do you know what breaks him? Choking.

Oh, how ironic.

"Nnghh!~ Ugh- hic- wait...!~ Can't— can't breath, wait! N-No, don't! Don't want to cum! Hu...huh?- Hic- why d-did you stop? Huh... Wait no..!"

He's once again folded in half as you ride him mercilessly, your hips slamming down brutally on his, threatening to break it. Your hand wrapped tightly around his neck as you the tiniest bit of air from entering his lungs, and oh god, did it affect him.

From mocking you, he's now gripping your hands that is wrapped around his neck, clawing it, trying to loosen it just a bit but no, it won't budge! He's crying and moaning and sobbing but fuck— he's getting light headed and you. just. won't. stop! His eyes are darting around his surrounding, his vision blurring from getting choked, he can't even moan, all he can let out is choked sobs. And oh fuck, he can feel that tightening in his stomach again, he can't cum! Not like this! He'd pass out! And he's panicking now, reaching for your arms, trying to scratch it away. Begging oh so deliciously to just let him breath, just this once! Let him breath just for this orgasm, but sadly... You're feeling mean today and all he can remember is arching his back and not getting to breath as his cock spurted out cum pathetically before his world turned black.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me x reader #obey me belphegor #obey me belphegor smut #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me belphegor sub

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eeboyysworld · 6 months ago

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teacher’s pet

Genre: smut

Seo in-woo X male!reader

Contains/Warnings: Teacher and student (reader is 18) ,bottom reader, sub!top Seo in-woo , rough, face fucking , semi-public sex.

Your teacher was a strange man, having caught his eyes lingering on you too many times than a responsible teacher should be doing. You could never admit it to your classmates and friends, but ..he was cute. And you may have been pushing his buttons lately, riling him up on purpose just to see his reaction.

It was only a matter of time before he would snap , losing all control at the flirtatious looks you sent him, carefully licking up a lollipop, pink tongue darting between plump lips as you eye his form.

Exhaling at the memory , watching birds chirp in the morning light , a cigarette layed between his lips, bringing hands up to light it. ..Ah, he must of ran out of fuel. Sighing through his nose, ‘great’ .

Watching the man lean against the schools wall, you fumble for your own lighter, happily skipping to the distress teacher. “ sir-“ flinching at the sound of your voice, his own reply fast .” Oh- ..” few seconds passes as he just stared at you before snapping out of it.”-uhm ..aren’t you suppose to be in class?” Smiling as you ignore the question,holding out the lighter in your palm.

Surprise fluttered across the man’s face, snatching the cold object out your hand, flickering the top up, the fire emitting. Blowing the smoke, tilting sideways as to not hit your face. Stammering on his words,” ah.. t-thank you.” Mentally scolding himself as you grin mischievously. Your finger sidling its way in between the cigarette, taking a long inhale before blowing it upwards.

Flushing at the close contact, eyes wide locked onto your lips before catching your eye,trying to be professional. “S-smoking with a teacher isn’t ..- really acceptable.” If that didn’t make you burst out laughing, popping your lips into a ‘o’ ,snuggling closer to the flustered man. Finger still attached to the burning cigarette ,as you pushed it between his lips.

“And.. having the hots for a student isn’t acceptable?” Whispering into his ear , lips just grazing the lobe before nipping at it. Maybe you crossed the line.. maybe the both of you did.

Not expecting it as the older man gripped your hips, harshly pulling you into an empty classroom. Shoving your body on top of a desk, his hand finding it’s way in your inner thigh. “ Please..” he had a look in his eyes, pleading for you.Intertwining your hands together, teasing him. “ Please what ..?”

Shaking ever so slightly, mumbling.” Let me touch you..” You liked your men starving for your attention.. and he was extremely willing to do anything for you.

“Mm-!” You had the man writhing, licking up his heavy length, curious kitten licks before swallowing him whole. Flinching at the sudden warmth, hands shaking as he hesitantly reached for your lock of hair, before ultimately giving in. Gripping the plush locks as you slowly started to bob your head.

Teeth grazing his tip that was leaking pre-cum, happily lapping up the wetness.Seeing the older man completely at your mercy made you coon inside.

Looking straight up at him, hair messy , lips glazed with his mess,” Fuck my face-“ he could cum right then and there.Gulping he asked if you were sure , to which you reply by mouthing his hard on.

The hands on your head gripped harder, hastily moving in and out your mouth, going faster and faster, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

The only thing you could do was moan around him, slobber making it easier to fuck your face faster. On one particular thrust did you gag, leaving the man to slow down a bit, cradling your jaw, “ Your doing so good for me beautiful boy..” catching breath, nodding at the words, mouth wide open and ready, hands finding his thighs.

Nothing but ragged groans and the sound of skin on skin echoed the empty room, knowing you guys can get caught was exciting to you. Finding the presentable teacher all teary eyes ,mouth open as whimpers left him. All because of your skilled mouth.

Hips stuttering as nonsense splattered out his lips, knowing he was close, repeatedly swallowing as your tongue swirled. “Shit— i-imm c-close..”

Popping off , arm coming up to jerk him to release, arching as you make eye contact. “ On my face-“ he couldn’t ever deny you, not when you looked so pretty for him.

Lips parted as his eyes watched his cream drip down your face to the collar, your finger smearing it down to your lips. His cock twitching at the sight.

Standing up,pulling the trembling man into your embrace, biting down his lip before kissing into him harshly.

“ Will I get good grades after this?”

A/N ; This movie was so sad but he looked soooso fine I couldn’t help myself

Ik he whimpers when it’s in 🤗

#lee byung hun #bottom male reader #male reader #gay #bungee jumping of their own #teacher x student #don’t like don’t read #front man #in ho x reader #squid game x male reader

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breederking · 3 months ago

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I was six months pregnant, my belly a proud and round declaration of the life growing inside me. The skin stretched taut, a canvas of blue veins and a hint of the baby's limbs moving beneath. Yet, amidst the anticipation of fatherhood, I was consumed by an unrelenting craving for cock, a hunger that only grew with each passing day. My body a blend of masculine and feminine, my soul unshackled by the confines of biology. Despite the swell of my belly and the fullness of my breasts, the need to feel a man's touch was as much a part of me as the child I carried.

One evening, the ache grew too intense to ignore. I found myself at a local bar, a place where the air had the scent of lust and desperation. The kind of place where men went to satisfy their baser instincts. My eyes scanned the room, searching for the one who would quench my thirst. They settled on a man, tall and broad-shouldered, his gaze a silent promise of the depravity I sought. His eyes traveled over my swollen frame, lingering on my bulging belly, the unmistakable evidence of my feminine anatomy.

He approached, his stride confident and predatory. "You're pregnant," he stated, his voice gruff with a hint of wonder. I nodded, my own hunger clear in my eyes. "And you still want this?" He gestured to the tent in his pants, his cock straining against the fabric. "More than ever," I replied, my voice a seductive purr.

He led me to a backroom, the air thick with the musk of sex. The walls were stained with the sweat and passion of countless trysts, a testament to the depravity that had occurred within. He pushed me against a wall, his hands roughly groping my breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh until I moaned with need. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, eliciting a jolt of pleasure that shot straight to my clit.

With a swift movement, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, releasing his thick, erect cock. It bobbed before me, a beacon of carnality. He grabbed my face and brought it closer, the scent of his arousal making my mouth water. I took him in, feeling his length and girth fill my mouth as my tongue danced around his shaft. The taste of his pre-cum coated my tongue, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I could feel his cock swell even further as I deep-throated him, my throat muscles working to accommodate his size. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding my movements, setting a rhythm that made my own t-dick throb with envy. My pregnant belly pressed into the wall, providing a delicious counterpoint to the pressure building in my mouth. The man's breath grew ragged, his hips bucking as he fucked my face.

With a grunt, he pulled away, leaving me gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his glistening tip. He bent down as he pulled his pants back up, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss. The taste of him mingled with my own saliva, a heady mix that only served to inflame my desire. His hand slid down to my crotch, cupping my bulging stomach before slipping into my underwear. His fingers found my clit, already swollen and sensitive, and began to rub in tight circles.

I moaned into his mouth, my hips pushing against his hand. His touch was firm, demanding, as if he could feel the pulse of the baby within me and sought to synchronize it with the rhythm of his fingers. I reached down to stroke my clit, feeling the slickness of my own arousal coating my member. The sensation was foreign and exhilarating, a stark reminder of the duality of my body.

He pushed me onto a nearby table, the cold surface a stark contrast to the heat radiating from my skin. He spread my legs wide, his eyes feasting on the sight of my distended belly button and the plump folds of my cunt. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the outline of my labia before diving deep, tasting me with an eagerness that bordered on worship. I bucked against his mouth, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

His tongue flicked over my clit, teasing and taunting it until I was on the brink of climax. My hands gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white with the effort to remain still. He knew just how to manipulate my body, pushing me to the edge before pulling back, only to start again. Each time, the need grew stronger, the tension coiling tighter in my core.

With a final, forceful flick, I came, my body shuddering with the intensity of the orgasm. He looked up at me, a smug grin playing on his lips. "Ready for more?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. I nodded, unable to speak through the haze of pleasure that clouded my thoughts.

He stood and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled chest and a trail of hair that led down to his navel. His pants and underwear followed, and he stepped out of them, his erection bobbing with the movement. He was everything I craved, and I needed him inside me, claiming me, marking me as his.

He approached the table, his cock swaying with each step. He didn't bother with foreplay, didn't bother to ease in. Instead, he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust in hard. The sudden intrusion made me gasp, the feeling of being filled so completely almost too much. But I was wet, so wet for him, and my body stretched to accommodate his girth. His hips slammed into mine, the sound of our flesh colliding echoing through the room.

The man didn't hold back, pounding into me like a jackhammer. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, making me arch off the table. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my tight cunt was exquisite, the friction against my swollen clit driving me wild. My belly bounced with each impact, the baby inside me a silent participant in our depraved dance.

I could feel the walls of my pussy stretch around him, the added pressure from my pregnancy making the sensation even more intense. His balls slapped against my ass, leaving a warm, wet trail as he fucked me mercilessly. My clit was rock-hard, bulging from between my thighs, dripping a mix of my juices and his precum onto the table beneath me.

My breasts, heavy with milk, bounced in time with his thrusts, the sensation of his chest hair brushing against my sensitive nipples sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I reached to pinch them, rolling the tips between my fingers, the pain a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure. He took one in his mouth, sucking and biting as he continued to fuck me, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh.

My moans grew louder, my body no longer my own, a mere vessel for the carnality that consumed me. His cock pistoned in and out, the friction of our bodies a symphony of raw, unbridled passion. His hands roamed my belly, feeling the baby's movements beneath his touch, the alien sensation only fueling his lust. He leaned in, his breath hot against my neck, and whispered, "You're so fucking tight. Do you like how I'm stretching you?"

I nodded, unable to form words through the delirium of pleasure. Each stroke inside me seemed to resonate with the life within, the baby's kicks synchronizing with the rhythm of his thrusts. The man groaned, his grip tightening as he quickened his pace. The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, a testament to the intensity of our union.

The man's cock felt like it was splitting me in two, reaching depths I never knew existed. His balls slapped against my ass cheeks, a stinging reminder of his virility. I could feel his shaft pulse, growing thicker as he approached climax. My own arousal mounted, my body desperate for release.

He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer, his strokes growing erratic. His eyes locked onto my belly, watching the bump's movements with a mix of fascination and hunger. I felt his cock swell, his breathing ragged as he reached the peak of his pleasure. With a roar, he emptied himself inside me, his cum mixing with the slickness already coating my walls.

The feeling of his hot seed filling me was almost too much. My orgasm crested, my cunt clenching around his shaft in spasms as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He didn't stop, instead riding out his own climax until he was spent, his cock still twitching within me. He leaned over, his weight pressing down on my swollen abdomen, his chest heaving with exertion.

For a moment, we stayed like that, our breath mingling in the stillness. Then, with a grin that was almost boyish in its wickedness, he pulled out, leaving me gaping and dripping with his cum. "Fuck, that was good," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. I could only nod, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of our coupling.

He reached for a bottle of water on the floor, offering it to me. I took it gratefully, my throat parched from the exertion. As I drank, he traced a finger through the cum that leaked from my pussy, watching it run down my thigh with a look of fascination. "You're so hot," he said, his voice filled with awe. "Your body... it's a fucking work of art."

I set the bottle down and looked up at him, my eyes smoldering with lust. "You want more?" I asked, my voice a whisper. He nodded, his eyes never leaving my cunt. "Always," he replied, his hand moving to stroke his semi-hard cock back to life.

My belly was a testament to the life I carried, and yet here I was, spread open and vulnerable before a stranger, my body used for his pleasure. But it wasn't just about the baby; it was about me, about the person I was before the pregnancy, the cravings that had been buried under layers of societal norms and expectations. I needed this, the raw, primal connection, the feeling of being desired in spite of, or perhaps because of, the changes in my body.

The man took a step back, admiring the mess he'd made of me. The head of his cock was still glistening with my juices, and the sight of it made me want to beg for more. But I remained silent, my eyes locked with his, challenging him to take me again. And he did. He didn't bother with foreplay, his cock sliding back into me with ease. I gasped as he filled me up, his thickness stretching my walls even further.

This time, he fucked me standing, his hands gripping my hips so tightly that I knew I'd have bruises tomorrow. Each thrust was punishing, pushing the air from my lungs and making me cry out. My belly was a constant reminder of the baby, jiggling with each pound of his hips. His cock hit my cervix, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through me. I held onto his forearms, my nails digging into his skin, as he fucked me like a wild animal in heat.

My cries grew louder, a mix of pain and pleasure, as his cock hammered into me. He didn't care if anyone heard us, didn't care if the whole bar knew what was happening in the backroom. All that mattered was his release, his claiming of my pregnant body. I could feel the baby moving, a strange dance in response to the rhythm of our fucking.

The man leaned in, his teeth grazing my neck as he whispered filthy things in my ear. "You're so tight, so fucking tight," he groaned. "You like it, don't you?" I nodded, unable to deny it. The pain was a heady aphrodisiac, heightening every sensation. His hands moved to my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples until tears welled in my eyes. The pain was exquisite, a sharp contrast to the fullness of his cock inside me.

He picked up the pace, his movements more erratic now, his breathing ragged with lust. I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, my cunt clenching around him, begging for more. His hips slammed into my pelvis, the impact sending ripples of sensation through my swollen stomach. The baby kicked, a silent protest to the rough treatment, but the pleasure was too intense to stop.

The room was a blur, the only things in focus the man's cock and the pain it brought. He was relentless, his thrusts growing more violent with each passing moment. My legs began to shake, my knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his lust. But I held on, my body craving the brutal pleasure he gave me.

My orgasm hit like a freight train, tearing through me with a force that made me scream. The man's grip tightened on my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me through it. My cunt spasmed around him, the muscles milking his cock for every drop of cum he had. And when it came, it was a flood, filling me so completely that I thought I might burst.

He pulled out, his cum leaking from my overstretched pussy and down my thighs. He stumbled back, panting heavily, his cock still hard and dripping. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and satisfaction. "That was..." He didn't finish the sentence, just shook his head, his eyes never leaving my cum-covered body.

I slid off the table, my legs shaking as I tried to stand. He handed me a towel, his eyes never leaving my stomach, which was now smeared with our combined fluids. I wiped myself down, the fabric rough against my sensitive skin. He zipped up his pants, tucking his still semi-hard cock away with a satisfied smile.

We didn't exchange names, didn't bother with the pleasantries of a normal encounter. This was about raw, primal need, and we'd both gotten what we wanted. I pulled on my own clothes, my pants sticky with cum and sweat, and adjusted my bra to accommodate my sore, milk-filled breasts.

As we left the backroom, the music from the bar seemed to swallow us whole. We parted ways without a word, our eyes meeting for a brief moment, a silent understanding passing between us. I was his pregnant slut for the night, and he'd given me exactly what I needed. The craving was sated, for now. But I knew it would return, as insatiable as ever.

The man disappeared into the crowd, and I made my way to the bathroom, the stickiness between my legs a reminder of what had just occurred. I cleaned up as best as I could, the damp towels doing little to soothe my aching cunt. My breasts felt heavy and full, the need to be touched and emptied almost unbearable. The sight of my reflection in the mirror was a jarring reminder of my pregnant state, my stomach protruding and my t-dick a sad, limp mess against my thigh.

I returned to the bar, the hunger for cock gnawing at me once again. It was as if each encounter only fed the beast, making it grow more ravenous. I approached the bar, the bartender eyeing me with a knowing smirk. He'd seen it all before, the pregnant men who frequented this place, searching for a temporary escape from their reality.

The night grew late, and the bar's patrons grew more desperate. A burly man caught my eye, his gaze lingering on my belly. He approached, his hands reaching out to touch my stomach without permission. His rough fingers traced the outline of the baby bump, sending a shiver down my spine.

"You want another round?" he asked, his voice gruff. I nodded, my eyes never leaving his. The air between us crackled with electricity, and I knew what he really wanted to ask. "How about we go somewhere more private?" His hand slid lower, cupping my ass, the pressure of his fingers making me gasp.

We stumbled into an empty booth, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that was more about possession than passion. His hand moved to my zipper, roughly pulling it down, exposing my swollen cock. He took it in his hand, stroking it with a fervor that left me breathless. His other hand found my breast, squeezing the milk-filled mound until I whimpered.

Without warning, he bent me over the table, the wood digging into my stomach. His cock slammed into me from behind, no pretense of gentle introduction. The pain was instant and intense, a stark contrast to the velvety warmth of his shaft. I reached down to hold onto the edge, my knuckles turning white with the effort to keep from screaming.

He didn't hold back, his hips pumping into me with a force that made me see stars. Each thrust sent a bolt of pain through my abdomen, making me aware of the baby's presence in the most primal way. Yet, the pain was a strange kind of ecstasy, a reminder that even in this moment of raw, animalistic need, I was still capable of carrying life.

The man's grunts grew louder, his breath hot against my neck. He reached around, his hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing just enough to make the world spin. The pressure was terrifying and exhilarating, a heady mix that had my cock straining against the fabric of my underwear. His other hand found my clit, his thumb pressing down hard.

My body began to shake, the orgasm ripping through me like a tornado. I could feel the baby's movements, a silent protest against the rough treatment, but the pleasure was too much to ignore. The man's grip on my throat tightened, cutting off my air supply, until everything went black.

When I came to, he was still fucking me, his pace unrelenting. I gasped for air, my vision swimming as the oxygen returned to my brain. The edge of the table was biting into my belly, but the pain only served to fuel my climax. He didn't stop, his hand moving to my hip to steady himself as he pounded into me.

My moans grew louder, my body no longer my own as he claimed me. His cock was a steel rod, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm building again, the pressure in my cunt almost unbearable.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came, filling me with his hot cum. He pulled out, leaving me panting and trembling, my legs barely holding me upright. He wiped his cock on my thigh, a gesture that was both degrading and strangely satisfying.

He leaned in, whispering in my ear, "You're a good breeding bitch," before disappearing back into the shadows of the bar. The insult stung, but the truth of his words sent a shiver down my spine. My pregnant body was a playground for these men, and I reveled in it, craving the feeling of being used and desired.

Another night passed, and the cravings grew stronger. My belly was now a beacon of temptation, a round and ripe fruit yearning to be plucked. I found myself in the alley behind the bar, a man's rough hands pushing me against the brick wall. His breath reeked of cigarettes and cheap whiskey, but I didn't care. I needed his cock.

He pulled down my pants, exposing my swollen cunt to the cool night air. He groaned at the sight of it, his eyes glued to the glistening wetness that had leaked out during our encounter. "You're fucking soaking," he murmured, his voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. He didn't bother with foreplay, instead plunging two fingers inside me, stretching me open for what was to come.

His thumb circled my clit, the pressure building until I was bucking against his hand, begging for more. He chuckled, a dark and sinister sound that made my skin crawl with anticipation. "You want it, don't you?" he growled. I nodded, unable to form coherent words. He pulled his hand away, leaving me panting and desperate.

Without warning, he shoved his cock into me, his girth splitting me in two. The pain was intense, a knife slicing through me, but I pushed back, eager for the feeling of being filled. He grabbed my hips, his nails digging into my flesh as he fucked me with a ferocity that bordered on violence.

My belly pressed against the wall with each thrust, the sound of claps echoing through the alley. The stench of piss and trash mixed with the scent of sex, a potent aroma that only heightened my arousal. His cock hit my g-spot, making me see stars, my cunt clenching around him in a silent plea for more.

The man's grunts grew louder, his grip on my hips tightening until I knew I'd have bruises. But the pain only served to make me wetter, my body betraying my mind with its insatiable need. His cock grew slick with my juices, sliding in and out with ease. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass, the promise of his release imminent.

He reached around, his hand wrapping around my throat once again, squeezing until my vision blurred. I clawed at his arm, my lungs burning for air, my cunt pulsing around his shaft. He didn't let up, the pressure on my neck increasing until I was sure I'd pass out.

And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the alley, he came. His cum shot deep inside me, the force of his orgasm making me shiver with pleasure. He released my neck, his breathing ragged and his eyes wild with lust.

I slumped against the wall, my legs giving out beneath me. He zipped up his pants and left without a word, leaving me to wipe myself clean with a discarded napkin. The cum leaked out of me, a warm and sticky reminder of the encounter.

Days turned into weeks, and my belly grew larger, a testament to the life within me. Yet, the cravings didn't abate. If anything, they grew stronger. Each encounter was more depraved than the last, my body a canvas for their lust.

One night, I found myself in a hotel room, the walls papered with scenes of past conquests. The man who'd brought me here was older, his cock thick and veiny. He looked at my stomach with a hunger that made me feel like a piece of meat.

He pushed me onto the bed, his mouth moving to my breasts. He suckled at my nipples, drawing them out into hard peaks. The sensation was exquisite, the pain sending bolts of pleasure to my clit. His hand moved down to my stomach, his palm flat against the firmness of my abdomen.

"You're going to make a fine daddy," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, his hand caressing my swollen stomach with surprising tenderness. I moaned, the mix of pleasure and pain making my head swim. He was right; I was going to be a daddy, but for now, all I could focus on was the cock in front of me.

He climbed onto the bed, his knees straddling my thighs. His cock hovered above my gaping pussy, the tip glistening with precum. He reached down, his fingers sliding into my wetness, and I arched my back, begging for him to fill me. He took his time, teasing my entrance, my cunt clenching in anticipation.

With a groan, he pushed inside, his thickness stretching me further than I thought possible. The head of his cock nudged my cervix, the sensation so intense it was almost painful. He didn't stop, instead, he leaned forward, his weight pressing down on my belly as he began to fuck me in earnest. The bed creaked with the force of his thrusts, the headboard slamming into the wall.

My milk-filled breasts bounced with each pound of his hips, the pain in my nipples a delicious agony. I reached up, pinching them hard, the pain sending sparks of pleasure shooting down to my clit. He watched me, his eyes never leaving my face, his own need reflected in the depths of his gaze.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "You like it when I fuck you hard, don't you, baby?" I could only nod, my voice lost in the symphony of our bodies. He chuckled, his hips picking up the pace. "That's what I thought."

The room grew hazy, the only things in focus his cock and the pain it brought. My orgasm built, a crescendo of sensation that washed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my cunt spasming around him as he continued to pound into me.

The man didn't let up, his strokes growing more erratic as he approached his own climax. His grip on my hips tightened, his knuckles white with effort. His cock grew thicker, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust.

With a roar, he came, his cum flooding my cunt. The warmth of his seed spread through me, mixing with the slickness of my arousal. He collapsed onto me, his weight a comforting pressure against my swollen belly.

For a moment, we lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. Then, he rolled off, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He leaned over, his cock still hard, and kissed me softly. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with something close to reverence.

I watched him dress, his eyes never leaving my body. "You're beautiful," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "So fucking beautiful." And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the sticky evidence of our encounter.

The weeks grew into a blur of men and cocks, each encounter more intense than the last. I didn't care about names or faces, only the feeling of being used, of being filled. My body was a temple to their desires, and I reveled in every moment of it.

My breasts grew larger, the skin tight and sensitive. I'd sit in the bar, my shirt open just enough to reveal the swollen mounds, watching as men's eyes would follow me, hungry. They knew what I offered, and I gave it willingly.

One night, a group approached me, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that was almost feral. They didn't bother with words, simply led me into the back, one hand on my belly, the other on my ass. They were rough, their touch almost cruel, but it was what I needed.

They took turns, one fucking me while the others watched, their cocks in their hands, stroking themselves to the sight of my distended stomach and the cunt that swallowed them whole. The pain was exquisite, each thrust sending me closer to the edge.

My orgasms came in waves, one after the other, my body no longer my own. They used me, their hands and mouths everywhere, their cocks a blur as they claimed me over and over. Each time one pulled out, another took his place, the rhythm never faltering. My cunt was a mess, stretched and swollen, leaking cum and juices onto the sticky floor.

Their grunts and groans filled my ears, a symphony of lust that drowned out any semblance of reality. The pain was a constant companion, a reminder that I was alive, that I was desired. Their fingers dug into my flesh, leaving bruises that would bloom like dark flowers on my skin. Yet, the pain was a siren's song, drawing me deeper into the abyss of pleasure.

My stomach was a battleground, each thrust pushing against the baby, sending it into a frenzied dance of protest. I could feel the pressure building, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to tear me apart. And still, they didn't stop, their hips pistoning into me with a fervor that bordered on obsession.

One man reached around, his fingers finding my clit. He pinched and rolled it, the sensation so intense it brought tears to my eyes. I was a ragdoll in their hands, my body moving as they willed it, my cunt clenching around their shafts like a vice. They talked to each other, their voices low and guttural, sharing my moans and whimpers as if they were a delicacy to be savored.

My climax was a thing of beauty, a supernova that exploded through me, leaving me a trembling mess on the floor. They continued, their cocks still hard, their eyes never leaving my bulging belly. The sight of my pregnancy seemed to drive them to greater heights of lust, their strokes growing more punishing as they approached their own releases.

When the last man finally came, his cum spurting inside me with a finality that left me feeling both satisfied and empty, they all stepped back, panting and sweating. They zipped up their pants, their gazes lingering on my naked form, their seed dripping from my body like a lewd necklace.

I lay there, spent and used, my legs splayed wide, my belly a testament to the life growing within me. They offered me money, a silent acknowledgment of the transaction that had just occurred. I took it, my hand trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

They left, and I was alone once again, the echoes of their grunts still ringing in my ears. I sat up, the sticky mess of cum and juices clinging to my skin. The taste of them was still in my mouth, a reminder of my depravity.

My belly was a constant presence, a reminder that I was different, that I was desired in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The cravings had become a part of me, a second heartbeat that I couldn't ignore.

In the dim light of the bar, I pulled on my clothes, the fabric clinging to my sticky skin. The bartender offered me a towel, his gaze knowing and compassionate. He'd seen it all before, the pregnant men and women who sought refuge here, their bodies a canvas for the desires of those who craved something more primal.

I cleaned up as best as I could, my movements mechanical. My stomach grumbled, a reminder that I needed food, that there was more to life than just sex. But as soon as the thought entered my mind, it was replaced by the insatiable hunger for more.

I stood, my legs wobbly, and made my way back to the bar. The night was still young, and my body craved the touch of another man, the feel of his cock filling me up, claiming me. The cravings were a monster, a beast that demanded to be fed, and I was its willing prey.

As the weeks turned into months, my belly grew larger, the baby inside me a silent witness to the debauchery that had become my life. Each encounter was more intense, each orgasm a step closer to the edge of sanity.

The men grew bolder, their hands and mouths more insistent, as if the very sight of my swollen stomach was a challenge they had to conquer. They took me in every position, every hole, their lust a mirror to the cravings that consumed me.

One night, a burly man with a beard that tickled my clit took me from behind, his hands splayed across my belly, feeling the baby move with every thrust. He was gentle, his strokes deep and slow, as if he were afraid to harm the life within me. Yet, the very act was a declaration of his dominance, his cock claiming me even as I grew larger with someone else's child.

I watched in the mirror as he fucked me, his eyes never leaving the reflection of my distended stomach. It was mesmerizing, the way his cock slid in and out, the way my belly rippled with each movement. The baby kicked, a silent protest to the intrusion, but I could feel its life force pulsing with the rhythm of our fucking.

Another night, a slender man with piercing eyes took his time, his cock sliding into me with an ease that made me moan. He was meticulous, his fingers tracing the veins in my throbbing clit as if he were playing a delicate instrument. His mouth moved to my breasts, his teeth grazing my nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

He whispered sweet nothings, his breath hot against my skin, telling me how beautiful I was, how much he craved me. His words were a balm to my soul, a validation of my identity as a man even as my body bore the marks of my feminine past. His cock hit all the right spots, making me forget everything but the need for more.

My belly was a landscape unto itself, a map of desire that these men explored with reckless abandon. Each touch, each kiss, each bite of pain, brought me closer to the edge, the tension coiling in my core until I could take no more.

The first man was tall and lean, his cock long and thick. He took me from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me, his hips slapping against my ass with a rhythm that was almost musical. The second man, shorter but equally well-endowed, knelt before me, his cock in my mouth. His taste was a heady mix of salt and musk, his girth stretching my jaw until I could feel the ache in my cheeks.

Their hands roamed my swollen body, caressing my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, as if they couldn't get enough of the softness that pregnancy had brought. The man behind me reached around, his fingers finding my clit, and I moaned around the cock in my mouth, my cunt clenching around his shaft.

Their cocks moved in sync, filling me in a way that was almost too much to bear. The sensation of being so completely claimed, so utterly consumed, was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Each stroke inside me sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body, the pressure building until I thought I'd shatter.

They switched places, the shorter man now behind me, his cock sliding into my wet cunt with a groan that vibrated through my bones. His movements were quick and erratic, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered obscenities into my ear. The tall man took his place before me, his cock now a delicious treat to feast on.

Their hands moved to my stomach, pressing down, their fingers sinking into the soft flesh as if trying to reach the life within. The baby kicked, a silent participant in this carnival of lust, and the men only grew more excited, their eyes never leaving the swell of my belly.

My moans grew louder, the sound echoing off the walls of the tiny room. They took turns fucking me, one after the other, their cum mixing with my juices, creating a sticky mess that coated my skin. My orgasms were a blur, one seamlessly blending into the next, each more intense than the last.

My breasts, heavy with milk, bounced with the force of their thrusts, the pain from the nipple clamps a constant reminder of the power dynamic at play. They took turns, one fucking my ass while the other pounded my cunt, the pressure from both sides making me feel like I'd split in two.

Their grunts and groans filled the air, a symphony of lust that seemed to crescendo with every beat of my racing heart. The bed was a sea of sweat and cum, our bodies slick and sticky with the evidence of our depravity.

The men didn't speak, their communication reduced to the primal sounds of sex, the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet sounds of penetration. Their eyes never left my stomach, their strokes growing more forceful as if trying to claim the baby growing within me.

As they fucked me, I could feel the baby move, a silent protest to the rough treatment. Yet the sensation only heightened my pleasure, the pain a delicious counterpoint to the ecstasy that washed over me.

Their cocks grew slick with our combined fluids, sliding in and out of me with an ease that was almost terrifying. The pressure was unbearable, and yet, I didn't want it to stop. I craved the feeling of being used, of being nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure.

My cunt was stretched to the brink, my ass still sore from the previous night's encounters. Yet, I took them both, my body begging for more, my mind lost to the haze of desire. They were rough, their movements almost violent, but it was what I needed, what I craved.

Their climaxes were explosive, their cum spurting into me, filling me up until I was sure I'd drown. The sensation was overwhelming, the warmth of their seed sending me spiraling into another orgasm, my cunt clenching around them like a fist.

When it was over, when the last man had pulled out and zipped up his pants, leaving me a trembling, sticky mess on the bed, I lay there, panting. My belly was a battleground, a testament to the men who had claimed me. The baby kicked, a reminder that this wasn't just about my own pleasure, but something far more primal.

My cunt throbbed, raw and swollen from the abuse, but the pain was a sweet agony that I welcomed. Each pulse was a reminder of the life inside me, of the power that surged through my veins. The men had left, their footsteps fading down the hall, but their essence lingered on my skin, a scent that was both intoxicating and repulsive.

I rolled over, my swollen breasts aching for attention. The milk was there, a constant presence that I both loved and hated. It was a reminder of my biological truth, a truth that seemed to fuel the men's desires even more. I cupped them in my hands, the flesh spilling over, the nipples tight and sensitive.

I played with them, my fingertips tracing the areola, the nubs growing harder with each pass. The pain was a delicious ache, a reminder that I was alive, that I was still a man, despite the changes my body had undergone. The cravings grew stronger with each passing day, the need for cock an insatiable hunger that I couldn't ignore.

I made my way to my bathroom, the residual stickiness of men's cum a constant reminder of my transgressions. The shower was a blast of cold water, a desperate attempt to wash away the evidence of my depravity. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, the scent of sex clung to me, a fragrant brand that seemed to attract more men.

My stomach was a tight, swollen globe, the skin stretched to the breaking point. I watched in fascination as my hand passed over it, the baby's movements a silent ballet beneath the surface. The sight of it, so vulnerable and yet so powerful, made me feel both invincible and utterly exposed.

The mirror reflected my swollen breasts, my nipples dark and erect, begging to be sucked and bitten. The rest of me was a mess, my stomach striped with bruises from eager hands, my thighs sticky with cum. Yet, there was a beauty in it, a raw, sexual power that was undeniable.

I stepped out of the shower, the towel a rough caress against my sensitive skin. My cunt was still open, the muscles stretched and tender. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hand moving to my clit, the need for release a constant throb.

As I touched myself, the memories of the night's encounters played out in my mind, a pornographic reel of grunts and sweat, of cocks and cum. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge, the tension coiling in my belly, a silent scream for more.

My hand moved to my t-dick It was a sad, lonely little thing, lost amidst the swell of my stomach, but it was mine, a part of me that hadn't changed despite everything else. I stroked it, feeling the familiar ache of desire, the need for release that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

My orgasm was a quiet thing, a tremor that rolled through me like a wave. My cunt clenched, a silent echo of the men who had filled me, and I came with a whimper, my seed spattering onto the floor. It was a pitiful release, a mere shadow of the ecstasy that came from being claimed by another.

But it was enough for now, a temporary salve to the ravenous beast that lived within me. I dressed, my movements slow and deliberate, the fabric of my clothes sticking to my damp skin. The cravings were never truly sated, always lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for the next opportunity to strike.

The bar called to me, the neon lights a beacon in the night. It was my sanctuary, my playground, a place where I could be who I truly was without judgment or fear. The men would be there, their eyes hungry for the sight of my pregnant belly, their cocks eager to claim me.

And I would let them, eagerly, willingly. Because in the end, it wasn't just about the sex; it was about the power, the control, the raw, animalistic need to be claimed. It was about proving to the world, and to myself, that I was still a man, still desirable, still able to give and receive pleasure in the most primal of ways.

My belly had become a playground for the men who sought me out, a canvas for their lust. They'd touch it with reverence, their hands tracing the outline of the baby, their eyes glazed with desire. They'd whisper sweet nothings, telling me how much they wanted me, how my pregnancy only made me hotter. And I'd let them, because it was what I needed, what I craved.

The cravings had grown more intense, more demanding. I could feel the baby's movements, a constant reminder of the life within me. Yet, with each touch, each stroke of a cock, each mouthful of cum, I felt more alive than I had in months. My body was no longer my own, but a vessel for their pleasure, and I reveled in it.

One night, a man took me to the alley behind the bar, his eyes never leaving my stomach. He fucked me there, in the dirt and grime, his cock pounding into me with a brutality that was almost too much to bear. And yet, I begged for more, my cunt clenching around him, desperate to feel every inch.

He was rough, his hands leaving bruises on my swollen flesh, his teeth marks on my nipples a reminder of his claim. His cum spurted inside me, mixing with the baby's amniotic fluid, a strange and twisted communion that only served to heighten the intensity of the moment.

My orgasms grew more frequent, more powerful, my body a tightly wound coil of need. The men took notice, their lust for me growing with each passing day. They'd line up outside my door, their eyes hungry, their cocks hard. They knew what I had to offer, knew what I needed.

In the final weeks, my belly was a monstrous thing, a swollen mass that dominated every aspect of my existence. The pain was a constant companion, a reminder of the life I carried, the life that would soon be torn from me in a bloody, screaming mess.

Yet, even in the throes of pain, the cravings remained. I'd take them in every position imaginable, my body a ragdoll for their use. They'd fuck me until I couldn't walk, until I couldn't think, until all that was left was the pounding of their hips and the feel of their cocks inside me.

My breasts had grown even larger, the milk a constant torrent that spilled over with each squeeze. They'd suckle me, their teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, the pain only adding to the pleasure. And as they emptied me, I could feel the baby move, a silent protest to the men who used me so.

Practice contractions began, a slow, steady march toward the inevitable. I knew the time was near, the moment when my body would no longer be my own. Yet, even as the pain grew, the cravings didn't wane. I sought out one final encounter, my belly so large I could barely see my toes.

He was older, his cock thick and veiny, his eyes filled with a hunger that was almost frightening. He took me in the bar's stockroom, his hands gentle on my swollen flesh. He whispered sweet nothings, his touch tender, almost loving. And for a brief moment, I allowed myself to believe that this could be more than just a transaction.

He fucked me slowly, his strokes measured, as if he were afraid of breaking me. Yet, the pain was a welcome reprieve from the contractions that gripped me, the pleasure a balm to the fear that was slowly building. His cock hit my cervix, and I screamed, the pain and pleasure melding into one, unbearable sensation.

His cum filled me, a warm, sticky mess that only added to the discomfort. But as he pulled out, his seed leaked from my cunt, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, a knowing that this was the end of an era.

My belly was tight and round, a symbol of the life I'd soon be bringing into the world. Yet, even in my final month, the cravings didn't relent. If anything, they'd grown more intense, my body demanding release with a fervor that bordered on madness.

I stumbled through the last weeks, my hips waddling with each step. The men who sought me out were more aggressive now, their hunger for my pregnant body a palpable force. They'd take me in the back of their cars, in alleys, anywhere they could get me alone.

One night, as the first real contractions began to squeeze my abdomen, I found myself in a grimy motel room with a man who was all too eager to indulge my needs. He took me on the bed, his cock thick and greedy, his eyes never leaving my stomach.

He whispered sweet nothings, his hands gentle on my swollen breasts, his mouth worshiping my stretched nipples. The pain was a delicious ache, the pressure from the contractions melding with the pleasure of his touch.

He slid into me, slow and easy, his eyes locked with mine. The head of his cock nudged against the baby, and I gasped, the sensation foreign and terrifying. Yet, my body responded, my cunt clenching around him, begging for more.

The contractions grew stronger, the pain stealing my breath. But he didn't stop, his thrusts growing more urgent, his eyes never leaving my stomach. With each push, he claimed me, owned me, marked me as his.

The room grew hazy, the pain a crescendo that seemed to consume me. My cunt was a vice around his cock, the baby moving in response to the pressure, a silent dance of life and lust.

He came with a roar, his seed flooding my womb, mingling with the baby's impending arrival. And as the final spasms of his orgasm rocked through him, my water broke, a gush of fluid that soaked the bed beneath us.

The contractions grew closer, the pain a living, breathing entity that consumed my thoughts. Yet, even as I writhed in agony, the cravings remained, a constant throb that demanded to be satisfied.

I begged him to fuck me harder, the pain a strange counterpoint to the contractions that ravaged my body. He obliged, his strokes growing more forceful, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as he claimed me once more.

The room spun, the pain a red haze that consumed everything. Yet, amidst the chaos, I felt a strange peace, a knowing that this was the culmination of my desires, the ultimate claiming of my pregnant body.

As the man pulled out, his cum spilling from my cunt, I knew that my time was almost up. The baby was coming soon, and with it, a new chapter in my life, one that would leave these nights behind.

But for now, all that mattered was the here and now, the feel of a cock inside me, the power of being desired, even as my body betrayed me. I reached down, my hand finding my clit, the need for release a siren's call that I couldn't ignore.

With each contraction, I masturbated, my body shaking with the effort. The pleasure grew, a crescendo that seemed to mirror the pain, until I was lost in a sea of sensation. My orgasm was a scream, a desperate, animalistic cry that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth.

And as the waves of pleasure subsided, the pain grew more intense, the baby's head crowning, pushing against the walls of my cunt. The man looked on, his eyes wide with shock, his cock still hard, still eager for more.

But it was time, the moment of truth approaching, and I knew that this was the end. I pushed him away, the need for him gone, replaced by the primal urge to give birth.

The story of my pregnancy, of the men who claimed me, of the cravings that ruled me, was almost over. Yet, as the baby made its way into the world, I couldn't help but wonder if the hunger would ever truly be sated, if the cravings would ever truly leave me.

#ftm pregnancy #story #trans pregnancy

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chaepink · 2 years ago

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CHAEEE U TAKE JJK REQUESTS NOW??

if you do, can I request a lil smt where r punishes satoru— letting him grind on readers thigh, degrading him and touching nothing but his hips and nipples !!!! tons of begging too bc satoru is a bratty bitch 😁😁

just disregard this req if u wish!! thank u!!

Such a flirt | sub!gojo satoru

wc: 1.8k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, marking, handjob, begging, degradation, ruined orgasm, edging, dacryphilla, thigh grinding, nipple sucking/biting

note : making gojo cry >>>

not really proofread btw

Gojo Satoru is attractive, and infuriating so. Too bad for everyone else though, since he's yours.

And you let everyone know that. With the many hickeys and marks that you leave on his neck and collarbone (and even lower on his body) along with the death glare you give to whoever is being a little too comfortable with him, people around have learned to leave alone what's not theirs.

But sometimes it seems that Gojo forgets that himself or rather purposely forgets and then goes off to flirt with someone as if he wasn't already taken. He's a brat whenever you don't pay enough attention to him so of course he's being bratty right now.

Of course, you know he's trying to rile you up every time he does it but lucky for him, you take the bait every. single. time.

So after catching him flirting with yet another one of his fans with them getting too touchy with him, you grabbed him away from them and towards your room to give him a punishment.

"fuck- p-please [name]! i'm sorryyy." Gojo's whimpers and moans are muffled by your neck as he grips your shirt for dear life.

The grip you have on his dick is brutal as you pump up and down at a slow, agonizing pace. Lewd sounds from Gojo along with the slick of your hand on his dick fill your room. You ignore the fact that they may pass through the walls, your anger making you instead focus on the brat in front of you.

You're towering above him as his back is towards the wall, the two of you on your bed. One of your hands is placed above his shoulder and on the wall behind him, giving you leverage and successfully preventing Gojo from running away from his punishment.

Well, it's not like he can run away when he's already a mess underneath you.

You whisper in his ear, his face still tucked within the side of your neck.

"You have to be quiet, Gojo." You coo at him, your pace becoming even slower if it was possible which earns you a pitiful whine from him.

"Everyone is going to hear what a fucking slut you are if you continue to let out those pornographic noises." You chuckle when he lets out a moan when you squeeze his cock.

"Unless you want that of course. You want everyone to find out how much of a whore you are, dont you?" Gojo shivers in your grasp and shakes his head frantically at the thought. But then he remembers the grip you have on his dick and that thought leaves his mind immediately.

His next words are muffled slightly but you can still hear them.

"ngh f-faster..." You furrow your eyebrows and tug his hair back to look at him using your unoccupied hand which makes Gojo let out a mewl. The small pricks of pain on his scalp, while uncomfortable, only add to the pleasure.

"I don't think you're allowed to order me around when you've been a brat today." Gojo looks up at you with flushed cheeks and tears welled up in his eyes. Even now, with his hard dick in your grasp and hair pulled back, you can't lie that Gojo looks pretty.

"tell me when you're close, alright? Don't continue to be a brat." Gojo slowly nods and it doesn't take long for him to get close to cumming, his noises getting louder which alerts you that he's close.

But brats don't get cum so when he starts pleading and begging to release, letting out little 'please!'s and "i-im close!"s, your hand releases from his red dick. Immediately, Gojo widens his eyes and looks at you but you're too focused on his dick and the way pre drips from the tip.

Once Gojo realizes what you've done, he lets out a loud wail, thrashing his arms around like a child throwing a tantrum as he sobs from the ruined orgasm. Tears streak his face as his whining turns to small sniffles and he looks at you with such a pathetic face that you wish to take a picture and save it in your camera roll.

"w-why did you s-stop!"

You give him a grin and sit down against a wall. Gojo watches as you pat your thigh and he immediately scrambles to sit there, earning him a "good boy" from you which makes him blush.

His still hard dick lays between the two of you, desperately waiting for any type of contact. He accidentally moves forward which makes his dick brush against your chest, making Gojo whimper.

His crying has stopped and he looks down at you with awaiting eyes.

You absentmindedly rub at the exposed skin at his waist, making Gojo shiver at the contrast of your cold hands to his warm skin.

"Brats don't get to cum, and you've been a brat haven't you?" Gojo avoids your stern eye contact, guilt obvious on his face.

"So," you start to say, gently grabbing his dick which makes him let out a hiss at the slight pain before you place your hands on the bed underneath you.

"if you want to cum, I better see you do so by grinding on my thigh, on your own." Gojo falters at the mention of how you won't be helping him but he quickly places his hands on your shoulders to steady himself.

'I can do it', he thinks. He can make himself cum without you touching him.

He slowly grinds down on you, letting out a shuddering gasp. His hands squeeze your shoulders as he speeds up his pace a little. Your hands go to hover over his hips, making Gojo whine. He pouts at you adorably, his face flushed.

"Put them o-on... please!..." You chuckle at his adorable beg and gently place your hands on his hips. You give it a small squeeze and Gojo quickens his pace. Who knew that your hands on his waist would turn him on so much?

His hard dick bounces up and down between you two and you glance down to take a peek at it. Pre cum drips from the red tip and you grin, knowing he won't last long without your touch.

He continues to let out little cute gasps and pathetic whimpers before wrapping his arms around your neck and burying his face against his arm. His grinding slows down and you hear him mumble out something.

"T-Touch me please, [name]." You hear him sniffle, is he crying?

You coo at him. "Aw are you that desperate for me to touch you that you're crying? You can't cum without my touch?" He nods into his arm and he lets out a muffled whimper when you squeeze his hips.

The pre cum on his dick stains your shirt and pants as it rubs against it every time he grinds on your thigh and drips down his dick but you don't pay it any attention, not when Gojo is letting out such pretty noises.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do? Look at me, darling." Gojo pulls away from his arm and you notice the tears clumping on his eyelashes.

You caress his cheek and you watch as he rubs against your hand with a pout. He looks so pretty and adorable.

"Want you to touch me, [name]." He looks at you with pleading eyes and you curse at yourself, knowing you won't be able to deny his request. He's too pretty for his own good sometimes.

"Yeah? You want me to touch you?" Your hands give his hips one last squeeze before they travel up to his nipples to ghost over them.

"Here?" He lets out a small gasp and nods.

"Pleasepleaseplease." You shush him with your finger and chuckle. "If you want me to touch you, get back to grinding on my thigh." He didn't even notice that he stopped but he quickly resumes his previous pace, speeding up even more.

Your hands ghost over his nipples once more before pinching them, eliciting a whimper from Gojo. You continue flicking and pinching them before leaning your face closer to one of them with a grin. He looks down at you with widened eyes before letting out a squeal when you take one in your mouth and begin sucking on it.

"ah! s-shit." You chuckle with his nipple still in your mouth, sending vibrations through his body. You lick the bud before teasingly biting it, Gojo's pretty noises filling the room and urging you to keep going. You switch over to the other one and do the same thing, making Gojo whine.

He glances at you, all while still riding your thigh as if his life depends on it. The bored expression on your face as you're sucking and biting his nipples knocks the breath out of his lungs. You leave a bite mark around one, making Gojo hiss at the slight pain.

You look so calm and collected while Gojo is the exact opposite, falling apart on top of you all because of your small touches. He would normally feel embarrassed but he can't right now, not when he feels so good. With a 'pop', you release his nipple from your mouth and look at how dumbed down he is, his face is all red and tears are once again flooding his eyes due to the pleasure. His nipples are red from your touches and the bite mark you left begins to turn red.

"You're such a pain slut, aren't you?" Gojo nods at you.

It doesn't take long until he feels the need to cum. He can't form the words to beg you for permission, opting to instead look at you and hoping you would see the desperation within his pretty eyes.

You smile at him and as you lean in to whisper in his ear, you squeeze both of his nipples at the same before murmuring the phrase that Gojo wants to hear.

"Go on then, cum."

Mere seconds later Gojo is screaming as he throws his head back, sobs racking his body as he shoots his cum all over his chest and on your shirt, dirtying it even more than it was before. He squeezes your shoulders, holding onto them for dear life as his orgasm floods his body.

You watch in awe as tears streak down his face and soon he buries his face into your neck, hiccuping and whimpering as he slows down his grinding. He mumbles "thank you"s over and over again until he quiets down.

You wait a few minutes for him to calm down before whispering into his ear with a smirk.

"Round two?" Gojo whines at your teasing but you feel his dick harden against your stomach and you know he wants it too.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 19 days ago

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"Reject" Part 2 (Smut)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem wife reader

Summary: Y/n finally put Daemon in her bed.

Warning: Smut. So minors, do not interact with this post.

English is not my native language.

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The solid oak door slammed in a heavy noise. Y/

n had just come in after Daemon. He was standing with a smile on his face.

"So... my dear wife has a tongue."

"I’ll be clear. No more whore. No more infidelity. Even less insults. I’m sick and tired of your behavior."

The voice of Y/n did not leave room for a lament from Daemon. The tone of her voice was different, more assured.

Daemon looked at her in another way barely perceptible, far away was the shy young woman he thought to be his wife.

"Well, what are you gonna do?"

"Undress yourself. Completely."

"If my wife wishes." Daemon smiled curly.

Slowly, Daemon took the bottom of his tunic, lifting the fabric along his torso, under the eyes of Y/n. Daemon’s hair falls in cascade along his back and partly on his chest. The eyes of Y/n ventured on Daemon’s skin, skin she had never seen so much before.

Y/n thinks that she should have ordered Daemon to undress quickly, his slow movements adorning him for an eternity when he finishes removing his shoes, rising up to place his hands on his belt. The sound of the buckle was almost mocking her, when passing each hole in the belt. The worst part was that Daemon knew exactly what he was doing. The lasing of his trousers was not of an unnamed complexity, yet it seemed to be a padlock without key, so that a deformation formed more and more against the lashing.

Y/n tried to keep a calm breath. But how to do when the man in front of you is a beauty, who decides to tease you? It's with a great self-control, that Y/n, didn't jumped on him to rip off his remaining clothes.

In a fluid movement, the pants fell along his legs to his ankles followed by his underwear, releasing his thick, hard manhood, one of two thicker veins ran through his cock from the base to the tips. The tips was not offset, a drop of pre-sperm flowed from the tips.

Y/n unconsciously squeezed her thighs and moved her hips in order to create friction, a heat and wet clenched more and more present between her thighs. Y/n wanted to get close to Daemon, go through her hands along the skin of her husband, finally discover his body, but she knew very well, that first she had to teach him a lesson. A lesson, on how to treat your wife.

With a movement of the head, she pointed him the bed. Y/n watched Daemon move towards the bed, watching him lie down.

"Raise your arms above your head."

The tone of her voice was calm, her anger always present, even if diminished at the sight of Daemon naked form on her bed. Daemon wanted to protest, but raising his arms, as looking at y/n who opened a drawer and pull out leather straps. Surprised would not have been the appropriate adjective to Daemon’s feelings seeing the straps.

"You’re going to be a good husband." Y/n started tying Daemon’s wrists to the head of her bed, avoiding hurting Daemon.

Daemon tested the straps, but quickly understood that these were well attached. He noted mentally that he had to ask how it was that she had thoses. Over all know how to tie them.

Daemon shook his head slightly, before looking in the direction of his wife, who was beginning to undress. His erection was starting to hurt. The anticipation palpable. "Fuck... she is beautiful..."

Daemon growled when Y/n sat on his hips, refusing any contact between his cock and pussy. He pulled his arms but was stuck.

"No, no... first of all, you’re going to prove to me how skillful you are with your tongue."

Y/n slowly pulled up Daemon’s body, even if she didn’t want to show it. She was going to take her pure pleasure from him.

Daemon growled when he saw the pussy of Y/ n, his eyes dilated, he breathed deeply, smelling the sweet smell of his exitation. He pulled on his traps, he wanted to put his hands on her thighs to make her sit against his face, it frustrated him to not to be in control. Feeling the tension rising, Y/n sat gently on Daemon’s face, her husband’s breath made her tremble without being able to control herself, a slight moan coming out of her mouth at the touch of Daemon’s tongue, Y/n held back at the head of the bed, before dropping her hips on Daemon’s face.

Daemon who discovered that his wife was most delightful. He, who had never lowered himself to ear the pussy of one of the prostitutes, discovered the pleasure and taste of his wife and how much he did not wanted to stop. Daemon licked and sucked the big and small lips, collecting the pleasure fluid of Y/n with his tongue, his nose by moment rubbing on the button of pleasure, swollen of Y/n. He pulled on his traps, wanting to grab the thighs of his lover, to stick it more against him.

"D... Daemon!..." Y/n began to move her hips, rubbing openly against his face.

"That’s right, go on." Daemon smiled full teeth before plunging back into the nectar.

Daemon’s erection was at its peak without him or her even touching, it bounced against the belly of Daemon. He wanted terribly to caught Y/n, to turn her and take her with force, to finally feel her sweet pussy enveloping him in its warmth. But more than anything, he wanted to see the pleasure in the face of Y/n. Because now he understood what he had missed.

"I want to feel you in me." The voice of Y/n was filled with desire.

If at any time Daemon would have thought that his wife would give him the impression that his heart was going to explode when he heard her desiring him. He would have thought he was crazy. But the vision of Y/n completely naked, straddling him, her pussy against his cock, moving in a slow up and down. He didn’t care that he was seen as completely crazy about Y/n.

"Release me... let me touch you..."

Y/n seemed hesitant, her hands trembling softly, Daemon’s eyes following the slightest gesture.

He sigh when the traps were untied. Without waiting any longer, he passed his arms around the body of his lover, turning them over, placing his body between her legs. For the first time since their marriage, Daemon kissed her, far away was the little kiss. Daemon embraced Y/n with passion, moving his hands wherever he could, marking every inch of skin. His lips moving with his hands, sucking, marking Y/n finally as his wife.

Their hips moved against each other, creating a friction of the most excise. One of Daemon’s hands walked the side of Y/n’s body, moving to her thigh, where he grabbed the muscle/fat, his grip was going to leave marks the next day, but neither of the two thought about it.

"You’re so wet... so ready for me..."

Daemon placed a finger between the small lips of Y/n, before slowly entering her. Y/n moans softly of discomfort, before the movements of in and out makes her replacing the discomfort by pleasure. Daemon took his time, preparing her pussy for his dick. A second finger was buried in this soft, warm and wet space, where he made a scissor movement.

"Y/n...." Daemon had rumbled her name, feeling her moving her hips against him.

Daemon looked at her, looking in her eyes, her movements.

"D... daemon... please..."

"Patience, love, patience..."

Y/n began to see stars, her legs trembled more and more, her hips were seeking for contact with Daemon’s hand. Her moaning does not end. It is at that moment that she felt it, the point of no return. Her ears whistled as she closed her eyes, the only sound coming from her throat being the name of Daemon.

Daemon looked at her, finding that the woman in his bed was even more beautiful in this moment of pure pleasure. He waited a minute for her to take back her breath, before placing his tips against her entrance.

"I’ll take you now..." his voice was hoarse. "Is that still what you want?..."

Y/n opened his eyes to look at him, really look at him. The man above her, long silver hair, fell on her, Daemon’s chest was covered with sweat, his breath fast, his eyes filled with a desire... a desire never seen before. There was something else in his eyes.

"Yes... I want you..."

Something she saw the first time in Daemon. At the moment their hips were touching, he, being completely inside her. Y/n could see a birth of affection, in his eyes. An affection that she hoped. One day would become love.

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Ps : Hello, I hope this part 2 was good, thank you for reading so far, I’m sorry for the mistakes in the spelling and grammar that are sneaking like every time. It’s been a long time since I had written smut, I hope it was not a disaster or too "nice" ^-^ '

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harrygoeswest · 9 months ago

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Friday Night

A Friday night gig featuring London, a Lime bike, and Harry Styles as your doting date.

992 words of fluffy nothing for the lovely @harry-on-broadway’s little fic challenge. I haven’t written anything Harry-related for a while so apologies if this is trash <3

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It’s officially scarf weather, you decide, as you stand outside the Roundhouse one early October evening, scarf-less.

The temperature has dropped, you’ve pulled your winter coats out of storage, and your ears get cold on your morning walk to work now. Part of you is relieved—the heat was starting to bother you, make you lethargic and tetchy. Another part hates that flu season is imminent. But…Halloween.

Pros and cons, pros and cons.

While you wait, you watch the pedestrians idle on by, and the traffic creep past in that typical Friday night crawl. Commuting anywhere is hard. Commuting in London is like suffering in the fiery pits of hell. But this is what you signed up for, and in all honesty, something about the hustle and bustle of city living settles something in you, as strange as that sounds. You’d never been stagnant, and it’s hard to reach a point like that in a place that never sits still.

With a boyfriend that never sits still.

Speaking of…

A man on a Lime bike rings his bell as he passes by, and you can’t help the roll of your eyes. You watch as he brakes to a stop in the nearest bike park, and bury your nose beneath the warmth of your coat. Your eyes track his movements as he swings his leg over, secures the bike and ends his trip on his phone, before stalking in your direction.

He’s wearing simple grey wool trousers, one of his many Mickey Mouse t-shirts, and a navy shirt over the top with his black Vans. His hair is styled in this strange faux hawk, mullet type way again, that on anyone else you would hate. But on him…?

Nope. Not at all.

You take in a deep breath, anticipating that expensive cologne he always wears, and your mouth waters when it hits your nostrils. You release your inhale on a sigh.

“I think,” you start as he halts right before you, green eyes smiling downward into yours, “at this point, it’d probably be cheaper to invest in your own bike. You know?”

He purses his lips. “I’m giving back to the community.”

You bark a laugh. “Is that what we’re calling it?”

Harry grins, then leans down to press his mouth to yours in a chaste kiss. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You match his smile and kiss him back. “No bumbag today?” You jest, peering around his waist and hips for any sign of his ‘banana’ bag.

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes, but it’s all in good fun. “Not today.”

You kiss your teeth. “Shame.”

He takes stock of you then, eyes roaming your bundled up frame. “Are you cold?”

“Just a bit.”

“Should’ve put a scarf on, baby.”

“I know,” you whimper.

“Ready for some food?” He points to the door of the restaurant attached to the venue.

“Yep.”

He saunters past you, snatching your hand up as he goes.

“Harry?”

He halts, turns back to you with a comically expectant look, and lowers himself at the waist until you’re eye-to-eye. “Yes?”

“Got the tickets?”

His expression freezes, and he does this nerve-wracking, panicky pat down of his chest, hips and backside before he relaxes, clicks a finger at you, and says, “On my phone. You can do that these days, you know?” And then pecks the tip of your nose with his lips.

You playfully whack him in the chest. “Fuck off.”

Inside, music is playing at an almost obnoxious level, only made worse by the fact that it’s one of Harry’s old songs.

You say old, because it’s just turned seven. “Aw,” you coo.

Tables upon tables are full of pre-gig goers grabbing a bite, talking loudly and boisterously. Thankfully, one of you was smart enough to book ahead, so when you speak to a host, you’re taken to one of only two free tables and handed over menus.

Dinner is spent sharing stories of your day, exchanging easy banter and casual affectionate touches. You steal food off Harry’s plate when he’s not looking, and he steals food off yours when you are looking without an ounce of shame. Once the bill is paid, you head inside the venue hand-in-hand.

You find a corner out of the way but with a good view from the balcony, and Harry glues himself to your back, arms wrapped tightly around you—taking up position for the rest of the night.

When the band starts, he bobs and sways with you in his arms, singing along to the words while his chin rests on your head. He dances more during the upbeat songs and leaves little kisses to your cheek and neck during the slower, sadder songs, but whatever his mood, he’s infectious, and you can’t help but join in.

At the end of the night you filter out into the cold October night air.

“Your place or mine?” He asks as you wander away from the crowds, his hand still clutching yours tightly.

You pretend to think about it. “Your bed is bigger.”

“That’s always your answer.”

“Then you should know better than to ask.” You give him a saccharine smile.

He pinches your cheek. “Your place is closer.”

“My place is a dump at the moment.”

“When have I ever cared?”

“You should care.”

“I really don’t, though. Mine isn’t exactly tidy either.”

You peer up at him, and he turns an indulgent smile on you.

“Fine,” he concedes. “We can go to mine, but we’re going on a bike.”

“The fuck we are. I’ll go home by myself in that case.” You start walking the opposite way, but Harry drags you back towards him with ease.

“The fuck you will.”

Then, right there in the middle of a still busy London pavement, he cups your cheeks and kisses you. And like the helpless fool you are, you let him.

“I’ll get us an Uber,” he says against your lips.

Your grin is triumphant.

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tired-biscuit · 2 years ago

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Can u write about reader sucking off Hokage Naruto from under his desk, while he does paperwork, and maybe even have someone come in and he has to pretend like nothings going on? 😩😩😩 You would have my full gratitude if you do😻

18+ fem!reader // cw: oral (m!receiving), spit, risk of being caught. hokage!naruto, established relationship.

it’s just so audible, the way you suck him off with profound vigour.

incredibly restless and just as needy because of the sudden spike that appears in your hormone levels whenever you ovulate, you’re all enthusiasm and immoral determination when you find yourself kneeling under the desk in the hokage’s office, attempting to take nearly the entirety of your husband’s cock down your throat.

drool seeps from both corners of your pretty mouth that’s now being stretched into a perfect ‘o’ — it causes him to stare at you in a way that makes him look dumb. his eyes are a stormy sea, a vast sky that’s turned blurry across the surface because of the film of lust that only you, his wonderful wife, can provoke into stirring within him.

the sloppiness of your doings is loud, it’s obvious and lewd. you’re practically slurping whilst trying to swallow all the saliva and pre-cum that keeps dribbling past your puffy lips, creating a sticky mess at the base of him. are gargling whenever he bucks his hips upward from the one and only legendary hokage chair that he’s worked his ass off to be able to sit on, and hits the back of your throat with his overstimulated cockhead as a result. are gasping and quietly moaning, even if your mouth is stuffed full of cock and the sound comes out sort of muffled because of it.

naruto’s black pants are tight across his knees from the way he keeps tensing and straining his muscles, obviously trying so hard to keep his cool but failing tremendously so. even his toned stomach clenches when you push up the hem of his simple white t-shirt so that you can rest your eyes on his golden happy trail. poor man.

you’re kneeling between his strong legs, with your ass up and your face buried at the place where his undone button and zipper reside. the tuft of trimmed blonde hairs briefly tickles the tip of your nose whenever you feel like acting like a champ and try to take him an inch or two deeper than what you can usually endure.

it makes you choke, just like it normally does. you expect it to happen, but your eyes still water and saliva spurts as you immediately fight to repress a gag at the intrusion. and yet, even amidst all the chaos, you don’t fail to catch how his breath hitches in response to it.

he’s in awe. the way you force yourself to relax and stick your tongue out, licking the underside of his dick whilst attempting to give him more space so that he can push further through the tight barrier of your throat, has his heart racing to the brink of bursting.

he’s harder than he was before; his dick hot both in your mouth and hand from the new rush of blood to travel south. you take it as a compliment even if it doesn’t make the job any easier for you.

no, instead, it takes noticeably longer to deepthroat him than what you’d expected at first. his cock simply refuses to bend along the shape of your throat, pressing stubbornly upwards and a little to the left, but luckily for you, you still manage to do it for the tiniest bit with your combined efforts.

what a good girl you are.

“fu—… fuck me, woman,” naruto heaves, stammers at the new sensation and the even more intense tightness that you offer, now. listening as your beloved hokage’s voice turns almost high in pitch, you feel a soft glow appear in your chest at the way it slightly cracks in the middle of the short sentence. “you’re gonna a-ah— you’re gonna kill me like this.”

placing the flat of your palms on his thighs, you offer your dominant hand a short break whilst you work to please him only with your mouth this time. seconds pass, and the ache that you feel in your fingers and wrist from all the stroking you’d done earlier at long last begins to cease in the same way his initial reluctance about the entire situation you’re currently indulging in does.

about damn time.

you glance up just in time to see how he clenches his jaw, teeth gritting whilst he watches a fat glob of warm drool slide down the side of his cock and dampen the waistband of his underwear that you’ve tugged down just enough to expose him to your greedy mouth.

his fingers tangle in your hair on instinct as he rests his hand on the back of your head and tugs at the roots so that he can see your face better.

you’re just so wonderfully disheveled — gleaming with tears, sweat and saliva, and your mascara is smudged by how runny it’s gotten. it paints thin lines down your cheeks; messy, almost slutty remnants of the pathways your tears have left behind.

he thinks you’re beautiful.

“am gonna,” you croak as you let him pull you back for air, the thick string of saliva still keeping you attached to him, gleaming in the soft yellow-ish light coming from the nearby desk lamp. the eye contact that you initiate nearly makes both of you visibly shudder from how intense it is.

there’s gasoline floating on the surface of his ocean eyes. it blazes like a wildfire.

“gonna fuck you, i mean,” you finish, still staring at all those flames that make you burn, burn, burn. “gonna fuck you so good, naru.”

his cock throbs when you say that. your clit does, too.

it’s a good thing you’re wearing nothing underneath your skirt, because the pressure the heels of your feet provide when you sit on your legs is godly. it causes your hips to wiggle and he catches it; it makes his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows thickly.

he blinks before he bites the inside of his cheek and blushes. “here? you’re gonna sit on my dick in my office?”

“yeah,” you reply in a heartbeat, chest rising and falling with every sacred breath. “where else? you’re barely home, always holed up in this damned place… i just thought that you could use a break… that both of us could use it.”

“well, how very generous of ya,” he teases. a brief moment of silence passes as you stare at each other. his gaze is tender and genuinely appreciative despite the endless fire. yours is full of longing.

“lemme show you how generous i really am,” you mumble with an eye roll as you reach up and try to pull yourself onto his lap.

surprisingly, he stops you.

“sweetheart,” he utters gently, shaking his head when you quirk a brow. “as much as i’d love for you to do that, and believe me when i say that i want it so, so bad… you know that we can’t.”

a frown tugs at your lips. you inquire, “why?”

“i mean, isn’t it obvious? this entire place is literally riddled with people who do spywork for a living and who consequently work for me,” he says, gesturing across the office. “to be completely honest, i’d be surprised if we weren’t already caught in the act and they’re just playing dumb for my sake.”

you watch as he glances around the room, as if expecting to catch something, or rather someone, hiding in the goddamn walls. a sudden tension lands on your shoulders, weighing them heavily. it feels like you’re being watched, but perhaps it’s just placebo.

it forces you to gather some mindless courage in order to make yourself feel better.

“that just means that it doesn’t matter if we go all the way,” you persist cautiously. the heat that you feel in your belly, as well as between your legs compels you to act a bit foolish. “i mean, why not give the poor suckers a show if they’re so set on watching their hokage bust a nut, mm?”

“hah!” he snickers at your comment and looks at you with pure adoration before he leans in. you preen at the closeness, at how his summery scent fills your nostrils immediately; melting you into submission.

his exhale is warm and it tickles your lips as he whispers, “did you really think i’d let them see how adorable my wife looks when i stuff her full with my cock?”

the small spark of possessiveness that he exhibits for a fraction of a second from underneath that responsible lord seventh persona lights a fire of your own within your veins. it makes your blood boil.

he’s still the same old naruto that he always was. pervy, jealous, and immensely protective of his possessions and partner because of the fear of losing them always being there. there’s no way in hell he’s letting you take your clothes off when someone other than him might be watching.

it makes you sigh as you attempt to make him reconsider, “but i—”

“i know; trust me, i know. but i gotta work.” you don’t miss the grin that follows soon after he cups your cheek with his hand and strokes your bottom lip with a calloused thumb, coaxing you to suck on it. it’s lazy and crooked; awfully fox-like but just as charming, the smile. goodness, he’s grown into such a fine man.

and he almost wins you over with it.

almost.

“stop that, naru! i’m serious,” you chide, narrowing your eyes even if it pushes more blowjob-induced tears forward and you don’t really mean the glare.

“as am i,” he says with a wink.

“no, you—… ugh.” you pause to pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. it’s rare that he outsmarts you, but sometimes when he does manage to do it, it’s outright infuriating. “think about it this way: you can’t really feel guilty about missing out on work, when you’re technically still, well… at work. isn’t that right?”

“actually, working and being merely present in the office are two entirely different things.” he chuckles, his laugh a soft rasp that causes warmth to brush over your very heart. he holds you by the chin and pulls you closer as he adds, “listen… how about i make it up to you by whipping up a shadow clone, and then you can—”

“naruto.”

your tone turns strict as you say his full name and push up to your knees to press your hands onto his chest and your tits against his thighs. the top you’ve chosen is tight and pretty skimpy, but you comfort yourself on the fact that it’s passable just because it’s summer and the weather is hot.

even if you’d only worn it because you know what it does to him.

“i don’t want a shadow clone,” you say, suddenly completely serious. “i want you.”

he smiles, clearly flustered. “what’re you— oh.”

when you dip back down to drag your wet tongue along the side of his cock again, he grunts at the sensation, losing his words. tightens his grip that he still holds on the side of your head, while the bandages on his other hand rustle against the chair’s armrest.

you nearly start to purr by the time he subconsciously pushes you down lower so that you’d give him more, more, more. so you gift him a couple of kitten licks. a couple of messy kisses that cause his dick to twitch against your lips in response.

it’s been a while since you’ve spoiled him like this and it’s hard not to smile because of how responsive he gets to the merest hint of cock worship. you’re sweet as summer honey as you coo, “you sure you’re not gonna let me fuck myself on your cock?”

“don’t—” he flinches as he watches you pet your cheek against his dick. the things you do to him.

you look up, a perfect image of innocence despite the dirty things that you keep saying, “…‘cause i’m not wearing any panties, you know.”

“hah.” he sounds so breathless, the poor sucker. “is that so?”

“mhmm,” you nod vehemently; rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. “and oh, i’m just so wet for you, lord seventh… i’m practically dripping.”

his pupils dilate at your words, they make his blue eyes appear darker than they actually are. he’s become so sweaty and red in the face during your ministrations, as red as the tip of his fat cock that just yearns to spill the load of cum so badly right now.

you can’t help but fall in love with him for a millionth time all over again as you bat your eyelashes and blink through the last of your tears just so you can see him better.

his hair is short but it’s still damp at the temples because of the salt that lingers on his skin. you watch with hearts in your eyes as he scrubs his bandaged hand across his face, rubbing his jawline with visible exasperation.

he’s clearly lost the battle that he’s just fought and mulled over a rather concerning amount of times in the span of a couple of seconds. at long last admitting defeat, he mutters, “fine. but we really gotta be careful—”

knock, knock!

“excuse me, lord seventh? it’s mina,” a female voice sounds out. “i’ve come to discuss and go over the bulletpoints of the meeting from yesterday, just like we’ve agreed on.”

he tenses at the unexpected intrusion, eyes opening wide and startled breath catching in the back of his throat. you can see him literally slipping through your fingers as he rushes to make himself presentable as quickly as he’s able.

when you slap his hands away the moment he reaches down to tug his underwear back up and pull up the zipper, he stares at you completely baffled.

“are you serious right now?!” he whisper-shouts, his eyebrows knitting together in evident frustration as he tries to repeat the movement and you do the exact same thing as well. “you can’t j-just… oh, god... baby…”

it’s hard to not voice the groan that bubbles up his throat when your soft mouth wraps around him once more. you’re sucking him as intensely as ever yet again, twirling your tongue over the sensitive head and keeping him hard and blushing; not just over his cheeks, but down his neck, too.

persistent.

“there’s someone at the… at the fuckin’ door, sweetheart,” he tries feebly even if he’s already bucking his hips upward again and is literally sucking his breaths in through gritted teeth. “she might catch us.”

all you do is take him deeper as an answer. stroke him with your hands. love him.

naruto sighs. he closes his eyes and attempts to gather himself by taking a deep breath. he ignores — or at least tries to ignore — the way his toes curl in his shoes when the tip of your tongue drags across the sensitive slit, tasting the pearly bead of pre-cum that just keeps on oozing out again.

his face is red and sweaty, yes. and despite the flutter of a muscle that keeps ticking in his jaw every time your throat tightens around his girth, he still somehow manages to gather his wits just for long enough to gently stroke your hair and call out,

“uh… come in.”

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mattsplush · 17 hours ago

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ꪆ ׂ ִ 𐔌 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 `𓂃⊹ — chris sturn.

reader discretion advised !! smut, use of drugs, unprotected sex, creampie, mdni.

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒'𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 a low purple glow, the led lights dimmed to the bare minimum, casting soft shadows across his walls. the buzz of his pc hummed in the background, still lit up from the last fortnite game he'd been in with matt. a lil skies track floated faintly under the hum, barely loud enough to catch more than a beat here and there.

the real focus was between you and chris—him sitting back against his pillows, legs stretched out in front of him, a blunt lazily burning between his fingers.

you were stretched out beside him on the bed, wearing nothing but a black oversized tee that hung loose over your shoulders and a cute little pair of black lace panties that peeked out every time you shifted. the cotton of the shirt clung softly to your skin, riding up here and there as you moved, just enough to keep chris looking. his eyes flickered over you every time you adjusted, pretending not to stare, but failing. his wife beater hugged his torso just right, and the fresh love sweatpants sat low on his hips, casual, effortless.

you took the blunt from his hand and pulled slow, your lips wrapping around it, smoke curling out from your mouth as you exhaled through your nose.

"i definitely believe that dreams are actually memories from your past lives," you said, smoke twisting through the air between you.

chris was nodding, watching you, but his gaze had shifted. it wasn't on your lips because of what you were saying—it was the way your lips looked when you smoked, the way the smoke lingered, how your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip between pulls.

you caught it. the look. that look he gave you when he wasn't just high—he was high and horny.

you tilted your head slightly, that knowing smirk barely there. "what?"

chris shook his head slowly, "nothin'."

you didn't believe him. you never did when he gave you that look. your eyes didn't leave his as you took another hit, holding the smoke in your lungs a little longer this time before you passed it back to him. the tension was thick now, hanging in the air like the cloud of smoke around you. your eyes held his, locked in, heavy with something unspoken.

you shifted up toward the headboard, dragging your shirt up just a little with the movement. you propped yourself up on your elbows, then reached out and fisted the front of his tank top, gently. your voice dropped as your eyes smoldered through the haze.

"c'mere."

your teeth caught your bottom lip as you said it, still holding that look in your eyes. chris moved, slow, deliberate. his body slid between your legs, the heat of his hard-on pressing through his sweats, right against the softest part of you. you hummed low in your throat at the pressure, that slow ache already building.

he passed the blunt back to you as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and boxers, tugging them both down to his mid-thighs in one motion. he didn't bother taking them all the way off.

his eyes stayed on yours as his hand wrapped around his length, slow strokes gliding from base to tip, slick from pre-cum and spit. his lips parted with a soft groan as he ran his thumb across the head. your breath hitched at the sound. he reached down, sliding your panties to the side without hesitation, eyes dipping just once to take in the view.

he dragged his tip through your slit, slow and teasing, catching on your clit just enough to make your hips twitch. your hum of pleasure made him smirk slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting.

"mmm, look at that," he said, voice low and rough. "how y'er coatin' me already."

your eyes followed his, gaze dropping to where his thick length was glistening with your wetness. he looked back up at you, eyes hooded, hungry. you passed him the blunt, and he took it without breaking eye contact, bringing it to his lips for another hit. while the smoke settled in his lungs, he eased forward and finally pushed in, slow, all the way. you let out the softest moan, breathy and drawn out, your body sinking deeper into the bed.

you laid back fully now, elbows slipping out from under you as your knees bent further, spreading wider. your hands reached down, palms pressing gently to the backs of your thighs, keeping your legs open as you looked up at him. his hips rocked into yours slow, lazy, deep. each thrust had you whimpering just a little louder, the sound soft and sweet against the music playing in the background.

he handed the blunt back and your fingers brushed as you took it. your eyes didn't leave his. he leaned down, just close enough to hover above you, and that smirk crept across his face again.

"i'm makin' you feel good?"

you didn't answer. too dazed. too full.

he tilted his head, eyebrows pulling slightly as his voice dropped deeper. "i asked you a question, mama."

his palm flattened against your abdomen, pressing just enough to make you feel how deep he was. you nodded quickly.

"yeah, yeah—shit."

chris gave a slow exhale through his nose and kept his pace, still lazy but purposeful. you took another pull from the blunt, then reached up and tugged gently on the front of his tank top again, pulling him close.

his lips hovered over yours, and you released the smoke right into his mouth, watching his eyes flutter halfway shut as he took it in. he let it out slow, then kissed you—soft, slow, deliberate. his mouth moved over yours with the same rhythm as his hips, and you felt the pressure building deep in your belly.

his lips left yours and started to trail down your neck, sloppy and open-mouthed, down over your collarbone. your free hand was on his back, in his hair, wherever you could put it. you reached to the nightstand blindly, putting the blunt out in the ashtray, then wrapped that arm around his neck, holding him close.

he felt the moment you dropped the blunt—the moment you had nothing to occupy your hands with but him. that's when he started moving a little faster, still not rough, but just enough to catch you off guard. your breath hitched, body jolting slightly. his hands slid under your thighs and pushed your knees further back toward your chest, changing the angle, hitting deeper.

your moans started to spill out more freely now, still soft but louder, more desperate. one hand reached up and pressed against his abdomen, a silent signal, trying to slow him down, to give you a second. he grabbed your wrist gently and moved it away, locking eyes with you.

"unt unt," he murmured, "why you runnin'? take this dick."

you tried again, pushing at his hip with your palm, but he was already leaning down, arms wrapping tight around your thighs to pin them against his sides. a full-on bear hug. no escape.

his mouth was by your ear now, lips brushing your skin as he whispered through his thrusts.

"mhm, now you can't do nothin' but take it… thaaat's it, baby. take it all."

you whimpered, high and breathless. your nails dug into his back as your body tightened, every nerve pulled taut. he kept rocking into you, slow and deep, hitting the same spot over and over until your legs started to tremble.

"chris," you breathed, voice shaking. "m'gonna—"

"go 'head, mama. cum all over this dick."

and you did. your whole body clenched around him, back arching, mouth falling open as your orgasm washed over you. chris didn't slow down—his thrusts stayed steady until his own breathing got ragged, his moans turning into soft, broken grunts.

"where you want me?" he asked, voice thick and low.

"inside," you said, eyes barely open, lips swollen from his kisses.

he groaned deep in his chest, hips stuttering once, twice, then he buried himself all the way in and came with a long, drawn-out breath. you felt him pulse inside you, warm and slow, until he collapsed against you, his body heavy and warm and perfect.

and for a moment, the room was still. the song had changed, the smoke had cleared, but all that mattered was the weight of him on top of you, the afterglow, the heat. the purple lights still hummed overhead, casting soft shadows over tangled limbs and slowed breathing.

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fvsm4x · 1 year ago

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☆ LU(S)T ; GETO SUGURU

SUMMARY: The curse Geto swallowed had different Side effects.

— C.W: feral! Geto Suguru x sick! female reader , sick-sex , p in v , overstimulation , creampie , unprotected , masturbation, lots of cum , nipple play/sucking , reader is sick , multiple orgasm , nsfw , 18+ only , MDNI , rough , multiple rounds , passing out , somnophilia DUB-CON, oral (m receicing) , BJ , sex pollen , thight fuck , Not proofread!!

— WORD COUNT: 2.7k

— A/N: I think I forgot how to write smut..

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Hah

Haa..

Geto slowly woke up, feeling a burning sensation throughout his body. He was breathing heavily and his whole body was twitching. His eyes were wide open and his pupils were dilated. Sweat was dripping from his face, and he absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair, unintentionally making it messy.

Feeling a strong twitch, he couldn't resist moving his hand down to his pants. The moment his hand touched his excited dick, a spontaneous moan escaped him,

„S-so hot,“ he gasped, his hand exploring above his pants. Each breath became intense, and his body warmed up, making him feel like he would melt away.

Without thinking twice, he freed himself, focusing on the sight in front of him. The red tip, shiny with pre-cum, throbbed even without touching it.

Right away, he grabbed his cock, moving his hand up and down the stiff length. More pre-cum dripped down, making it smoother as he continued gliding his hand along his hardness, each stroke making him whimper.

Why is he feeling so hot? What could be causing this sudden change in his body temperature? It's unlike anything he's ever experienced before. Could it be a result of the curse he consumed earlier? Or perhaps it's just a surge of hormones typical for a teenager? But no, that doesn't seem right. This sensation is completely new to him. There must be some underlying cause that's making him feel this way.

But it felt so good.

„Ha..“

Overwhelmed by an intense wave of pleasure, he tightened his grip, and a powerful climax surged through him. It felt more intense than anything he had experienced before. A lot came out, and he couldn't believe how much. His hand was full of it,

But he barely touched it, how come so much came out..

Glancing down at himself, he noticed his dick remained firm despite having already climaxed. He couldn't fathom why it wasn't settling down after the initial release.

He raised himself up, taking a seat at the edge of his bed. His hands rediscovered his arousal, and he began squeezing it in a way that pleased him, focusing on the tip and indulging in a self-massage.

Suddenly, you popped into his mind, catching him off guard. He gasped at the mere thought of you, imagining how you could make his dick react even more intensely, adding a delightful fuzziness to the sensations he was experiencing.

Why was he thinking of you!? He scolded himself for entertaining such thoughts about his innocent classmate. "Y/n..." he whimpered, torn between conflicting desires. Yet, perplexingly, nothing was happening down there – no pre-cum, nothing.

He wondered if the lack of stimulation was the issue. After all, he had always used his hand. Frustration set in as he questioned why it wasn't working now. Perhaps he needed different forms of stimulation, something beyond the usual hand maneuvers.

Your image flashed in his mind – no, he thought, he shouldn't be doing this. You're sick right now, he can‘t do it- at least not while you‘re sick. Despite knowing he shouldn't, he couldn't halt the persistent thoughts.

You were lying in bed, your face tinged with a rosy hue, beads of sweat trickling down your forehead. Your slightly open mouth allowed for better breathing through your nose.

Standing before you, Geto had his dick out, fixated on your flushed countenance. He raised his shirt with his teeth, revealing his toned torso. One hand skillfully moved up and down his dick, each motion making him moan, while the other hand sensually massaged his balls.

His hand moved rapidly, thrusting into the makeshift opening created by his fist. Eyes shut, he emitted soft whimpers, lost in the intense rhythm. Pre-cum dripped steadily onto the floor, wetting his arousal with every passing second due to the increasing release.

He forcefully thrusted into his fist until his cock twitched, climaxing with his release. His cum spurted onto your sleeping face, leaving it coated in white. Geto withdrew his hand from his dick, his expression dazed and intoxicated.

However, his arousal showed no signs of calming down. The sight of his cum on your face only heightened his arousal, making him even harder. A dizzying sensation enveloped him.

"Just... a little more," he whispered, his gaze dropping to your chest covered by a t-shirt.

Without hesitation, he moved to your bed, positioning himself above you and gently adjusting your position so that you lay on your back.

Geto observed your face, now adorned with his release. He raised his hand, wiping away the cum from your cheeks. Then, he pushed his cum-covered thumb into your mouth, stuffing it inside.

However, there was no reaction from you; you remained peacefully asleep, unaffected by the intimate act.

Geto uncovered your body by removing the blanket, then pushed your t-shirt up, exposing your breasts. A brief shiver passed through your body before settling. He fixed his gaze on your exposed nipples, open to the cool air, and proceeded to grab a handful of your breast, delicately massaging the soft flesh.

In response, your face flushed to a deeper shade of red, and your eyebrows furrowed, yet you remained peacefully asleep, unaffected by the intimate touch.

Geto's free hand, rough yet purposeful, gently encouraged your thighs to draw together, forming a warm cradle for his dick. With measured anticipation, he carefully slid his dick in between them. An audible moan escaped his lips as the warmth and pressure of your thighs enveloped him,

His lips found your neck, trailing a path of fiery kisses along your sensitive flesh. He left a trail of soft, sensual nips and licks as he thrust into your thighs. His mouth sought every inch of your skin, hungry for your taste. His tongue left a trail of wet warmth against your neck, your collarbone, and down to the swell of your breast.

Geto‘s mouth enveloped your breast, his lips creating a soft seal around your sensitive nipple. His tongue moved in slow, sensuous circles, teasing and tantalizing you. He varied the pressure, alternating between gentle suckling and more insistent pulls. His warm, wet mouth and his tongue's delicate caresses sent waves of pleasure rippling through you.

Geto's grip on your thighs tightened as the anticipation of climax surged through him. His gaze shifted downward, locking onto the area between your thighs where his dick lay. He observed the flushed tip, its vibrant redness and noticeable swelling signaling the impending release. The temperature seemed to rise, the heat emanating from his arousal.

In an explosive moment, his climax erupted, and cum spurted onto your stomach. An audible moan escaped him, echoing in the room. He released your thighs, and they fell on either side of him. As he looked up, his eyes twitched, and the blush on his face intensified, capturing the raw and unfiltered intensity of the encounter.

He took hold of his dick once more, moving it up and down to expel the remaining traces of his release. The expelled cum splattered onto your stomach, a tangible result of his intimate moment. As he exhaled, realizing no more was forthcoming, his arousal remained persistently hard in his hand.

Despite the awareness that his actions were morally questionable, he found himself unable to resist the irresistible pleasure. The internal struggle heightened as he grappled with the conflicting desire to continue. The intensity was becoming overwhelming, even for him, yet the compulsion persisted.

With a hesitant yet deliberate movement, he couldn't resist removing your shorts. His eyes fell upon your panties, revealing a larger wet patch at the center,

Geto's fingers touched the damp patch on your panties. As he traced the wetness, conflicting emotions stirred within him.

With a gentle touch, he set aside the fabric, coming into direct contact with your exposed cunt. His fingers delicately traced through your folds, gathering the moisture that trickled down.

„I can‘t t-take it anymore..“he whispered,“please bear with me y-y/n..“

He gently inserted a single finger, emitting a low groan at the exquisite tightness and wetness enveloping him. Suddenly, you stirred, slowly opening your eyes to the surroundings. Your gaze met Geto, seated in front of you, with his dick poised above your quivering entrance.

In a half-asleep murmur, you questioned, "W-what are you doing?" Without warning, he withdrew his finger, swiftly replacing it with his big fat cock, prompting a loud moan from you. Your entire body convulsed as he entered you, stretching and eliciting tears to roll down your eyes.

As Geto continued to move inside you, his other hand slid down to your sensitive clit. He began to rub it, increasing the friction. Your already tight walls clenched around his throbbing length, making it challenging to move.

Moaning in response, you struggled to form coherent sentences as he thrust forcefully. "W-what..." your voice trailed off, hindered by the intensity of his movements.

"I was... hah! I'm sick, Sugu," you managed to moan, your voice strained from a sore throat. Your hands instinctively sought refuge on his back, scratching into the fabric.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." he muttered into your neck, his relentless thrusts continuing. "I feel like I'm gonna melt," he moaned loudly,“feels so good inside of you..“

You whimpered, feeling the tight clenching of your walls against his dick, your breasts responding to his thrusts with a rhythmic sway. Reacting to the motion, you let go of his back and cupped your breasts, preventing them from moving too much.

"W-what are you doing here..." you managed to utter a few words amidst the overwhelming sensations. His attention shifted to your clit, intensifying the rubbing with a fervor that sent shivers through your body.

"I-I'm gonna cum," he moaned, the intensity building as he approached the edge. The heat and tightness of your walls enveloped him, creating a dizzying sensation. The pleasure was overwhelming, and unable to resist, he withdrew just in time to release his climax inside you.

As he pulled his dick out, the cum he left inside you spilled onto the bed sheets. You breathed heavily, your arms falling to each side of you as you sought to regain consciousness amidst the lingering sensations

"W-what are you doing..." you managed to say before your voice faltered.

"I don't know... you smell so good," he spoke, pushing his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. It was evident he wasn't thinking straight.

Panting, you felt a sensation against your clit, eliciting a whimper in response. Despite the intensity, he was still hard as a rock.

"What‘s... hic going on?" you managed to ask, but your inquiry was met with silence. Instead, he lifted you, gently placing you on his lap, your stomach now in direct contact with his twitching dick.

"I'm sorry... 'm sorry..." he whispered, his apology trailing off as he pressed his head into the swell of your breast.

"W-wait, Sugu... my cold is gonna get worse if we continue," you managed to express, but he began lifting you, positioning his arousal above your entrance.

"You'll be fine," he muttered, his eyes rolling back as he made contact with your pulsating opening.

"Wait, I'm s-still sensi- Ah!" you moaned, your eyes rolling back, a moan escaping your lips as Geto thrust into you.

Your walls enveloped his entire dick, constricting around him, making movement challenging. The tip of his cock brushed against your walls, leaving traces of pre-cum that dripped from his tip and painted your walls white.

With forceful thrusts, he penetrated deeply, each movement bringing your clit into contact with his pelvis. The stimulation intensified, making you even tighter than before

Geto groaned, his hands firmly gripping your hips as he guided you up and down his arousal. Drool escaped your mouth as his tip repeatedly made contact with your cervix, hitting your G-spot over and over again.

Feeling him twitch inside you, he eventually released his seed, painting your walls white. You went limp against him, only to be scooped up and pressed against a wall.

"W-wait, how much lon-nger..." you whispered, pushing yourself up against the wall, closing your eyes as he entered you again.

„A little m-more I think.“

Oh how wrong he was.

"Sugu! I can't take it anymore," you moaned, as he continued thrusting relentlessly, 40 minutes into the intense encounter. You lay on your bed with your head buried in the pillow and your hips raised, while he thrusted relentlessly into you.

Your voice quivered as you added, "You're driving me crazy!" The bed sheets were soaked, making it hard to distinguish where your body ended and his began.

"T-This is the last time... Just a little more," he replied, echoing the same promise he made earlier. He bit into your shoulder as you cried into your pillow, the sensation adding to the charged atmosphere.

You could feel the distinct outline of his dick inside you, stretching and reaching your most sensitive point, making you moan loud.

"T-too much..." you whined, gripping the bed sheets until he lifted you again, pressing you into the wall.

"Sugu, I can't, it's too b-big... Ah! So deep..." you moaned, his mouth finding your nipples, sucking on them as he continued thrusting into you.

"Stop... I'm gonna cum..." you pleaded, your hands around his neck.

"Let's cum together..." he replied, his eyes rolling back as he pressed his hand into your stomach, feeling the rhythmic movement inside you.

As things heated up, you felt a warm, tingling sensation building up from deep within. The pleasure spread, creating a growing, electric feeling that intensified with every passing moment. Your breaths quickened, showing the rising excitement.

In the moments right before release, a surge of heat took over, making the pleasure almost too much to handle. Your muscles tensed, and a wave of intense pleasure washed over you, reaching its peak in a powerful climax.

Geto's movements became more erratic, driven by the building pressure of release. The rhythmic thrusts escalated until he reached the brink, a low groan escaping him. In the moment of release, a surge of pleasure coursed through him, his body convulsing with the powerful intensity of orgasm.

With a final, deep thrust, he found his own peak, his essence spilling into the already heated connection.

Your legs gave out, and you ended up on your knees in front of him.

"Huh, what are you d-doing..." Geto whispered, his eyes fixed on you kneeling in front of his dick that was covered in your and his cum,

"M-my back has no strength left... and my lower part is throbbing s-so much..." you muttered, expressing your exhaustion. Despite this, as his dick hardened again and brushed against your cheek,

Geto took his hardened arousal into his hand, aiming it toward your lips and prompting you to kiss his angry red tip.

"P-please, suck me off... it will be over after," he muttered, his other hand finding its place on your head, pushing your hair out of the way.

You nodded your head, grabbing onto his arousal and slowly starting to lick it.

You maintained a steady rhythm, your lips creating a tight seal around his arousal. The warmth and wetness of your mouth intensified the sensations, and your tongue skillfully danced along his length.

As you continued, the intensity heightened. Your movements became more deliberate, and the pleasure on Geto's face was palpable. His grip on your head tightened, a mixture of desire and urgency in his touch.

"That's it, just like that," he whispered, the husky tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Take it deeper. You know how much you enjoy pleasing me."

The sensations intensified as you found a rhythm that seemed to drive him to the edge. "You're so good at this," he groaned, his words laced with desire.

Geto's grip tightened as he approached the pinnacle. "I'm close," he gasped, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward. The husky promise of release hung in the air as your skilled movements brought him to the edge.

With a guttural moan, Geto reached the peak of pleasure, releasing into your mouth. You continued your rhythmic motions even as Geto's arousal softened. The room was filled with a lingering heat, the shared satisfaction palpable in the air. However, as the aftermath settled, fatigue took over.

Your body, exhausted from the passionate exchange, gave in to the sensations. Gradually, you found yourself leaning against Geto, your breathing slowing down, as you passed out.

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