anhevercx

[anhevercx]

roommates ✧.*

ushijima x reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

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summary: ushi is your roommate and saw your phone with porn on it. creating an interesting relationship with you two. sex, smut, porn

i added twt links bc why not just to make it juicer lol

the worst thing to ever possibly happen, happened. while getting some cereal at one a.m, you had been scrolling on your own personally private twitter account. do you have porn on there? yes. do you actually watch it? yes. did you mean to leave it open on the counter top? no. not at all.

so to your horror as you ran to the pantry for some more cereal, you came back to the kitchen to find your your roomate, ushijima, standing right above your phone.

the action of him ease dropping isn’t what got you, he often snoops around your shared apartment. it was the audio you heard coming from it that made you jump out of your skin.

in the dead quiet of your dimly litted apartment, the audio of a girl getting absolutely railed by a man echoed.

“oh my god!” you scrambled, running over to your phone you shut it off. then threw it across the room it landing on the couch.

your hands instantly found your face, everything was burning up. ushi was normally a kind of awkward guy. not ever really saying much and when he did, it was always just kind of awkward.

did this stop you from having a crush on him? of course not. how could it? he was fucking huge. his muscles could make you pop from a hug. and he was also caring. even if he stuggled showing it. so you had no idea how he was about to handle this.

“you don’t have to be embarrassed y/n.” his voice prodded through the silence. it was deep, hushed. it wasn’t until a hand found your back that you looked up to him.

“i’m so so so sorry ushi!” you said turning to face him, putting your hands on his chest and burrying your head into his pecks. being touchy with him wasn’t abnormal. he just never really reciprocated it. that didn’t bother you.

“i’m… i’m just gonna go to bed.” you said before leaving your cereal on the counter, grabbing your phone and walking away.

that night you slept in horror. praying that he wouldn’t move out because of the action.

that night ushijima was more sexually frustrated then he had ever been.

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the next day when you two were at dinner, he brought up the situation from last night.

“god.. you don’t have to try to make me feel better. just forget about it.” you stood shaking your head. you two were out at a random restaurant about to leave when he asked you about it. you really wished he could just forget.

“you know y/n.. everyone watches porn.” he said it casually. tone unwavering. your eyes darted to his, attempting to read his emotions. to which you were met with a straight face.

the rest of the night you kept thinking about what that meant. does the ushijima wakatoshi watch porn? no way. i mean… there is no way right? in your head he could never be tempted. he’s too idk. perfect.

those words haunted you until you got home. every moment of silence between you lead back to the mental image you created.

finally walking through the door you decided to bring it up with him. you just didn’t know how.

he waked to his bedroom as you made you way to the kitchen for a drink. “hey ushi..?” you called out. he only responded when he walked back in with a changed, more casual outfit.

“yes y/n?” he replied finding a spot on your shared couch. instantly stretching he made himself comfortable as he flexed his biceps ever so subtlety. your eyes wandered to wear his shirt poked up. a flips of his happy trail peaked out. “do you have a question?” he said. your eyes snapped back to his face. you only nodded in reply.

going and sitting down next to him, sitting cris cross legged. as he faced forward his head turned to you. you were close, but not as close as you wished you were. so you opted to scoot closer to him. one of your knees now touching his thigh.

“earlier, i just can’t get it out of my mind… you said yk ‘everyone watches porn.’… and i was just wondering if like.. excuse me if im over stepping here but, if you watched.. porn?” your skin felt hot. like you were burning up. after you said it you wished you could take it back.

there was a long pause, and you swore you died and came back to life. just as you were about to excuse yourself to suffer an eternity of embarrassment, he responded.

“yes i watch porn.”

it was the answer you had longed for. craved and yearned. but now what? you asked him.. now what do you do?

“okay…” you said, hesitant. “i’m sorry. i don’t know what to say i’m so embarrassed oh my g-“ he stopped you mid sentence. cutting you off to say,

“want to see what i watch?” his tone was so casual that he never seemed more comfortable to talk to you. you couldn’t give him a verbal yes, so you shook your head yes instead.

you gasped as he moved his arm closer to you, only to grab his phone your thigh had been covering up. you watched intently, all nerves stood on end as he traveled to his notes app. you watched as he unlocked a hidden folder that revealed several links and notes under them. this was so ushijima. you thought to yourself.

“can i?” you asked while scooting closer to him. he flushed and shook his head yes. you scrolled through tens of links and notes beneath them like, ‘threesome two boys one girl.’ or ‘good creampie.’ it wasn’t out of the ordinary until one really caught your eye. it was a link, then labeled. ‘y/n.’ you gasped reading your name. then he caught on right away. obviously embarrassed he shut his phone off and didn’t say anything.

curiosity struck at your bones. what was that video? what did it have my name on it?

“can i.. can we maybe watch some of them..?” you leaned into him now bringing the phone back up to seversace level and unlocking it. he never said no. he shook his head yes before saying.

“let me explain-“ you cut him off, pressing a finger to his mouth before saying. “we will save that one for last how bout that…” you were now flirting with him. and he could tell. he shook his head yes once again as you scrolled through all the different links.

finally clicking on one you watched it with him side by side. you watched as a boyfriend penetrated his smaller girlfriend with his huge cock. you felt ushijima squirm next to you, obviously uncomfortable.

“fuck…” you said without realizing. your head whipped to his but he was already looking at you. and god.. he was so handsome. his lips parted slightly, glossed from his own saliva

“can i please kiss you?” he asked while dropping his hand and now holding your face. before giving him an answer you brought your face to his with passion. kissing him so intently. your lips molded around each others. it was hot. it was almost too much to handle. a line of saliva connected the two of you as you parted.

you picked up his phone and went back to scrolling. this time his hands were all over you, touching every part of your body. brushing over it of pinching at it, he needed to feel you.

you moaned as he brought his head to your neck and slurped at all your open skin. you watched videos that he had saved, making mental notes about how the women in them are. or what he was into like, two lovers forced to be quiet or how the girl in the video spread herself open to get finger fucked.

finally you made your way to the video with your name on it. ushijima had now brought his eyes back to you, nervous of what was about to happen. in silence you clicked on it. just to find a video of a girl with your body type and look getting absolutely pounded.

“i’ve never been fucked like that before…” you admitted, breaking the silence. you looked over to him. dropping the phone now.

“fuck y/n… i’m trying really hard right now to be a gentleman but your making it hard.” he dropped his head back before bringing a hand to his hair and messing with it.

“fuck that! just fuck me please oh my god!” you squealed out, shocked that you even said it. you smacked a hand over your mouth. but it was too late. ushijima had already taken you into his arms. carrying you into his room.

“i haven’t..” he started while throwing his clothes off, and undoing yours next, “been able to get you out of my mind. i need you so bad” he admitted now laying you down on the bed.

it was all happening too quickly. and yet his pace was awfully slow for you. fully naked you stared at him. he stared back at you.

finally his fingers trailed your asshole before finding your cunt. it was soaked already, ushijima was seeing stars. “fuck your so wet..” he groaned. “can i?” he asked for your consent.

“yes! ushi~just fuck me!” you moaned as his hand cupped your soft little cunt. he stood above you, spread your legs open and pressed his middle finger into your tight little hole. taking it out to draw circles on your clit. your back arched at all of his motions. you squirmed under his touch.

“god your so fucking tight. so fucking pretty.” he groaned before putting another finger into you. pumping it in and out of you at reckless pace.

“need more… i need your cock ushi..!” you moaned out grabbing at his length. you jerked him off a couple strokes before he pulled his fingers out of you and pushed them in your mouth.

you sucked your own juices off his digits. and oh my god, ushijima had never felt hotter. he felt like he was on fire.

now on the bed with you he threw your body around into a doggy position. your ass in the air. he waited seconds just looking at you before he positioned his cock near your hole.

as his fat tip sank its way further into your sobbing cunt, the more your pussy sucked him in. half way in and he thought he was going to cum. he pushed the feeling deep down into his soul. he needed to fuck you first.

“ushijimaaa~ fuck! ah-! your so fucking bi-i-g!” and with that moan of his name, he swore he heard wedding bells.

a new fuel fired his engine, as he pounded your wet cunt from behind. your arched your back further. the sensation was too much for you. the feeling of you stretching out around his fat cock. you could feel him everywhere.

your cream gathered at the base of his cock, it made his mind go hazy. pushing your farther into the bed, he rested more of his weight on you. slamming his cock in and out of you. your noises filled the room. the way you clenched around home you knew you were close.

“fuck you like that? cmon y/n.. cum around my fucking cock.” his words sent you over the edge. shaking and spasming beneath him you cursed out moans. saying ‘fuck ushi-! god i fucking love your dick ohmygod’ it wasn’t until his pace slowed slightly that you realized that he wasn’t stopping.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck uou for months baby. cmon gimmie a nother one cmon…” you watched all his composer slip away as he pounded your overstimulated body. flipping you on your front you got pounded face to face with him. his eyebrows furrowed. he was such a sight.

you felt your second orgasm approaching. he reached down to circle your creamy clit. as soon as he touched it pleasure ripped through you. your body lurching forward. you shook with the feeling.

“imcummingfu-c! god ushi~ your cock oh my god. fuck your so fucking good ah-!” you moaned, almost screaming him praise. he came on the spot. his cock filling you up with his seed. you felt him everywhere.

“god your so perfect. oh my god fuck y/n.” he said through grunts and groans. finally he fell next to you. kissing your sweaty body.

getting cereal at one am was the best thing you’ve ever done.

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i missed writing about him so u know i had to do it

[anhevercx]

͙˚ ༘✶Stripper

Smut below

Being a human who works at a mixed monster strip club was uncommon. However your presence there was what drew them in. To get a chance to feel your soft plush body. To the highest payers got the best part though. Taking them back to the rooms that were in the back letting them have their ways with you.

Vampires who were a bit softer towards you while they pounded into you. It would cost extra of course to drink from you but they’d pay anything to be able to. Sinking their fangs into your neck as they came deep inside of you.

Groups of Imps taking their turns with you, all your holes were being filled at once. Their cum covered your body as others took their places. Fucking you over and over. They paid well when they came in.

Werewolves seeking you out even offering you double if they could bring you home while they were in a heat. You’d be knotted at all times cum making your stomach expand.

Orcs who were taken back by how soft and fragile you were only to stuff their thick cocks in your tiny hole. They were ones that couldn’t last long with you. The way stretched around them squeezing them so tightly had them cumming to quickly.

You say you do it just cause the moneys good well that might be true, being so sought after by these creatures gave you such a confidence boost not to mention how great the sex was.

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You recently moved into a home that is notorious for being haunted.

Being the skeptic you are, you took the chance with it. You could handle a few bumps in the night, maybe even at the worst, a little poltergeist activity.

After spending the day unpacking you decided to explore the attic. There were a few boxes that needed to go into storage for the holidays. Grabbing your phone to use as a flashlight, you head to the hallway to pull down the ladder to the attic.

It was as you expected. A dusty and over heated space at the top of the house. As soon as you turn your flashlight on you feel as if someone poked your side.

Your flashlight relieved a something in the back of the attic covered by a white, dusty, cobweb ridden sheet. So typical. Making your way to see what it is, you feel like someone’s touching you again.

This time it’s bolder than feel as if there was someone poking your side. Something touched your ass. Trying to ignore it, but definitely feeling weirded out, you make a logical explanation for it. Just a muscle spasm you told yourself.

That was until you actually reached the cloth covered objects. Pulling the sheet off, you see there’s a painting of a man. Must be one of the previous owners.

Before you could even move something pushed you against the wall hard. Letting out a scream you try to fight off whoever it was. But there was nobody there.

Feeling something touch you again. Almost as if someone is running their fingers up your legs. You decide to call out.

“Who’s there?”

As expected nobody answers, but it takes you by the hips and pushes you against the wall again. By now you’ve pieced together it’s the ghost you heard about. Well, the poltergeist.

“It’s you isn’t it?”

Looking at the painting as you ask. Almost as if it’s giving you an answer, your pants are pulled off and you feel a finger rubbing your wetting slit.

Rubbing circles on your clit with what feels like it’s thub. Slowly pushing a finger into your pussy. It feels so wrong, but it feels so good.

After the mystery of a person fingers you, you feel a while body pin you to the wall. Holding your hips tight. Slowly what feels like a hard dick is pushing into your now soaked pussy. Using you make itself reach an orgasm.

You feel the ghost cock twitch inside you. As if it was a warning, it cums inside of you. It pulls out and just, disappears. Getting yourself dressed you feel the ghost’s cum leaking out of you.

“It’s green? Green goo?”

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You spread yourself as wide as you can, not knowing how broad your Ghost bf is, but wanting to give him enough room as he fucks his cock into your weeping walls.

The days breeze blows in through the open window, providing a bit of relief from the firey heat that runs along your skin as your Ghost bf forces more and more orgasms out of your battered cunt.

You whine, writhing against the bed as his massive dick stretches you out. Your pussy flutters around seemingly nothing, yet that wet squelch echos throughout the room with every rough thrust of your bfs hips.

Hands squeeze tightly at the sheets below you, needing to grab onto something, needing something to ground you as your bf takes you to new dimensions of pleasure. A ragged moan leaves you, hips now jolting with each plunge of his cock.

“Fuck! I-I wanna touch you. Want you so bad— God!” You exclaim, throat raw from your cries of ecstasy. The dull feeling of your hips meeting causes your head to spin.

Reaching out blindly behind you, your hand snags onto the sheer white curtain of your window. Through the fucked out fog within your mind, you slowly form an idea.

Before Ghost bf can react, you throw the curtain outward and as soon as it catches onto an unseen form, you wrap your arms around it and pull him closer. A low moan leaving you as his cock slips deeper inside of you.

A sharp gasp moves past your lips, eyes narrowing, swearing you can also almost see his features through the material. In his shock, Ghost bf stutters in his pace. Feeling your arms around him would’ve been enough to make him blush if he still could.

Spurned on by this new discovery, Ghost bf starts pounding into you, the pleasure of his length rutting its way along your walls now heightened by your touch on his skin and slight ability to see him. But you need more as you feel yourself about to reach your peak.

Pulling him further down, you kiss him without hesitation, your lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces. The thin curtain only adding to the tingles moving down your spine.

Ghost bf’s moan moves through the breeze as always, yet this time you can feel it too. Ghost bf immediately cums again as yours lips brush deeply against each other. You whimper as his spectral-cum shoots inside of you, body twitching before you follow right after, exploding all over his cock and your bed.

You both rock steadily against each other, drawing out your orgasms as you make out passionately. Not wanting to separate for a moment now that you’ve finally gotten to taste each other in this way.

But your bfs ghost cock can’t plug you up. Can’t keep you stuffed full of his cum so that not even a drop drips from your delectable pussy. But with these new findings your bf can’t pass up the opportunity to try. To finally force his cum to stay deep inside you.

More whimpers leave you as your bf pulls away and slips the curtain off his head. They’re quickly interrupted by a choking gasp as you feel him stuff as much of the curtain inside you as the curtain rod will allow. You both look down at your pussy with bated breath. When nothing leaks out, you smile and fall back down on the bed.

“That was… a good idea,” you say through breathless laughter. Not being able to help but grind into the texture of the curtain and stimulating yourself all over again.

Ghost bfs eyes darken as he looks down at you, wondering just what else that curtain can give you both access to. His cock twitches as it starts to come back to life.

[anhevercx]

How Different Monster Husbands Punish You For Being A Brat

Warnings: Sex, restraints, mentions of biting, mentions of knotting, cockwarming, edging

- Minotaur husband that punishes you by tying your hands behind your back when fucking. He knows how much you like to grab onto his horns when you fuck him and watching you struggle against your restraints pleases him greatly.

- Vampire husband that keeps you on the edge, his cock a slow drag through your wet walls. He bites gently at your neck all night but never sinks his fangs in. As dawn approaches you think he will finally grant you some relief but you are sorely mistaken when he pulls out and leaves you with nothing.

- Orc husband that stretches you out on his big cock but doesn’t let you move at all. No matter how much you cry and apologize, needing him to move, he refuses. Each time you try to move earns a smack to your ass, the skin becoming more raw and inflamed throughout the day. Anytime you finally calm down and start to doze off he gives you one hard thrust, jolting you awake and stimulating you just enough to have your cunt needy again.

- Tentacle monster husband that refuses to fill your cunt but uses his suckers to suction and overstimulate your nipples and clit until they are swollen and sore. The marks will be there for weeks as a reminder for you to behave.

- Dragon husband that hangs you from your lairs ceiling with gold chains, decorated with jewels. He keeps you suspended and at his mercy all day to play with as he pleases, a ruby ball gag keeping you quiet and obedient. His pretty little treasure.

- Werewolf husband that fucks you over and over but refuses to give you his knot. Tears stream down your face as you apologize and beg for it but he just tells you that you need to learn your lesson and brats don’t get rewards.

- Demon husband that binds you in a pentacle and makes you watch as he strokes his thick cock knowing you want nothing more that to taste and fuck it. Ignoring your cries as he releases his cum all over the ground instead of inside you where it belongs.

Expanded Story For Demon Husband Can Be found Here And On Patreon

🖤💕❤️❤️💕🖤

[anhevercx]

Defeated Monster

tw noncon

There is nothing more empowering than riding your enemy's cock while he spits and curses you. But he is hard. For you. For your body. You can see it in his blood-shot eyes. He is tied down, beaten by you, completely covered in cuts and bruises. The big bad monster defeated.

"Accept I'm your mistress now. You are mine to do whatever I wish with. My slave."

You bite his swollen nipple one more time while bouncing up and down against his shaft. He is sweating, furiously trying to break his bonds. You laugh. All his efforts are futile - you made these chains just for him. They fit him perfectly just like his dick fills your hole completely, stretching you just right.

He is trying to suppress his moans. But his desire is throbbing inside your pussy, betraying him. You rock your hips back and forth, moaning in pleasure, gloating in your victory. He hates your guts but can't mask how much he enjoys being fucked by you.

Just before you are washed over by your orgasm, you stand up, sliding off his erection, and squirt all over him, shaking from pleasure. He snarls and tense, chains dangerously vibrating from his strength. You moan in ecstasy, rubbing your wet cunt, and his exposed cock twitches before spurting his hot seed all over your thighs that arched above it.

"Aaaaah fuck! Fuck!" He is furious, humiliated beyond words. His own body failed him.

You laugh, licking your own arousal from your fingers while his cum tickles your skin. "Don't worry - you'll get used to this, my pet."

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You get a pet tentacle as a "gag gift" for your birthday. You have no idea why your friends thought the little mass with a tentacle would make you laugh, but it didn't. Of course though, you don't want to be mean to it, so you take it home, trying to make it comfortable. You don't understand that by taking it home, now it thinks you've chosen it as your mate.

Once you're asleep, it expands, filling your bedroom with all of its tentacles. The first one to reach you has a plant like appendage, which spritzes you with an aphrodisiac that will also help you properly incubate its eggs. You groan, wiping the droplets from your face. There's already a hot pulsing between your legs. Without thinking much about it, still being half asleep, you kick off your blanket, eager fingers rolling your clit and stuffing into your hole.

Your tentacle pet stops to watch you, excitement building within it. Its mate is putting on a show for it! You must really want it! After a few moments, it can't stand it anymore. Two more tentacles reach for you, attaching to your nipples. That's when you start to realize what's going on, but you're so desperate now for release and to be stuffed you're almost crying.

Its suckers suck and pull on your nipples, making you moan and whimper. More tentacles wrap around your arms, pulling your hands away from your dripping hole. You let out a tiny whine of protest. The tentacles spread your cunt wide, looking at you clench around nothing, your wetness soaking your bed. Its breeding tentacles pulsing already.

You start to whine and beg for it to fuck you, wiggling your hips as more tentacles restrain you, making sure you're secure. Finally, one starts sucking on your clit, making you cum almost instantly. Despite your finish, your cunt is still eager to be stuffed and filled.

"Please, please," you beg it, lifting your hips up slightly.

Your pet is more than happy to comply, stuffing a thick tentacle into your eager hole. A moan escapes from your lips, your eyes half lidded from pleasure. It thrusts in and out of you, slowly depositing eggs directly into your womb. It doesn't even matter to you as you feel the weight in your body. You just need the tentacles to keep pleasuring and fucking you.

[anhevercx]

MINORS DNI — 18+ ONLY

NSFW LINKS : ONE + TWO

soap who has made it so clear to simon he’s willing to share you :( (and himself), but simon just won’t cave even though he wants too ): mumbles about how he’ll break u or something like that !! so johnny resorts to sending him videos of him fucking you, while shoving a dildo into ur tight little hole (and mouth) to show simon you can take it!!!!

[anhevercx]

pervyroommate!Soap has you riding his face for the very first time.

cw: 1.2k words, dark content, 18+ mdni, smut with tiny plot, noncon/dubcon, Soap being invasive/perv, fingering, face riding, cunnalingus, nipple play, light degradation, age gap (Soap 28, reader 24). Soap’s a bit of a bully (I like that), pet names (Bunny, bonnie,) naive!reader.

No, you didn’t mean for this to happen.

Yes, he did ask you such a crude thing while he sat at the foot of your bed like a dog as you finished up the last braid on your head. You were watching a movie, Soap was notorious for barging into your room to sit and watch. It didn’t matter what you had playing, Soap would get on your bed (or around your room), like he owned the place (and he did, particularly) squish one of your stuffed animals with all his might to see it reinflate, Louie the pink bear to be exact, and about an hour into your comfortable silence, say some crazy shit.

“Mind sittin on ma face?”

You simply blinked. Once, twice, and then got up from your bed, putting your hair products away.

“You’re shitting, aren’t you?”

You’d been roommates for a half a year. You’d been used to Soaps— let’s say, very odd tendencies.

A fuckin pervert to say the least.

He liked to look at your tits, likes to come behind you and squeeze on them, give your ass a slap, peek and watch you change, steal a few bras and panties he’d known you rubbing your swollen clit in. How he knew that? Don’t ask. At first it made you squeal, angry, hit at him as hard as you could (which was hard, you were heavy handed). He was an odd fellow, but he paid all the bills besides your half of rent, would even cook for you and didn’t mind doing it as long as he got to keep up with his antics when he came home from his missions.

So fine. Whatever. You’d stick it out. He was a good roommate for the most part, a little probing wouldn’t hurt.

But the more he did it, the more he invaded your space, you couldn’t help but squirm, scurry away with the growing wetness in your underwear, your nipples getting hard just from his being beside you.

Two weeks ago, you were fresh out the shower after a long day of school and work. Just going to the drive to get something to eat, you were in an oversized shirt and panties, curls every which way. Soap wasn’t here you could roam in peace.

It was when you finished, right as your plate hit the sink, Soap walked in, sat his keys in the bowl next to yours, eyes immediately scanning around your shared dark apartment, then at you who stood ever so beautifully under the stoves overhead light.

The ends of his lips curved.

Shit.

“Johnny, seriously. I’m tired.” You begged, stupidly taking a step back into the counter. Wrong move stupid.

“But ye look so sexy, bunny, is this all f’me?” Teasing, he took a few steps forward mushing you into the counter. You wish you’d been smaller, you would’ve been able to escape this, the feel of his fingers slowly grazing against the curve of your waist, he bends down, takes a nice whiff of you. Vanilla and honey, the exact body wash he’d been using up just to remind himself of your smell. So sultry on you. His hand went up, up, up, to your oh so perfect tits. God he loved them, would probably pray to them if he could. His finger brushed against your already hardened nipple and you shuddered.

How pretty. And then he groped it, slowly kneeding, and you tried to hold it back. Not let your toes curl, but he heard the moan behind your bitten lip, like music to his ears. He stepped into your parted legs, one hand holding you still while the other trailing down, past your abdomen and then he feels the little wet patch on your white panties. He groans, God, what a sight.

“Fuck, ye been desperate this whole time, huh? Been achin?” His smirk is evil, conniving.

You whine a no, no! But he dips his hand under the waistband of your panties, fingers going through your sopping folds.

“Why are ya soaked then? Hm? Need someone te touch ye here-“

“-I don’t-”

“—Ooooh but look at how wet you are,” and he thrusts one finger inside, he coo’s, “Ye need it lass, don’t worry, I’ll help ya.”

You can’t help but throw your head back, mewling as he works his finger inside your cunt, your hips grind against him on their own, more, more, more— “Yeah, go on, hump ma hand like the little slut ya are.”

His breath hitches, thrusting his finger inside you like he’s the one who needs to get off. Needs to see you shatter against him, your hardened nipples brushing against his military uniform from how close he was. Your gummy walls tighten around him, mumbling a string of curses as the pit in your stomach grows. Soap growls, “Sweet jesus, there ye go Bonnie.”

His fingers were fat and calloused, curling just when you needed them, he pulled an orgasm from you. Legs twitching as your foot stomped at the ground, moaning like a fool. He pulled his fingers out, lapping up every bit of cum that fell into his hands.

He patted the apple of your cheek lightly, “Good work baby.”

Soap didn’t do anything after that.

Didn’t even acknowledge that he finger fucked you in your kitchen. He didn’t touch you either. Just went to and from work, he’d greet you proper, ask if you needed anything or wanted to watch a movie together. You obliged, still skeptical of the whole situation. Till you ended up here.

Soap, still watching while you cleaned off your bed, a bulge in his pants, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Not jokin Bunny, want ye on ma face. Need it. Just this once.”

Once, your ass. That what he promised when he first started touching you. He just needed to feel once to calm down. And then he’d calm down.

And then you think back to how the past two weeks, which was full of peace and solitude.

Did this man— did he need to do the most vulgar things to leave you the hell alone?

Your eyes squinted at the bastard. Laughing out of shock, at how ridiculous this whole situation was.

Maybe you had to take a chance.

Just this once. Just this singular time. It couldn’t hurt.

You ended up straddling his chest, Soap practically salivating at your oozing pussy, hands gripping your hips. You were hovering.

“I-I think I might too heavy.” You stuttered, hand pressing behind you, at his stomach. Trying to remove yourself. “Cannae be too heavy, come on.” Johnny’s eager, too eager that he yanks you forward so your precious pussy is right in his face. He breaths against your folds and you squirm, more precum dripping between the inner pink of you pussy.

“What if you break your neck?”

“Don’t bloody care lass! Sit.”

You gulp.

Whimpering as your cunt meets his mouth. Soap doesn’t hesitate to make out with it. Flattening his tongue to taste everything you have to give. Sucking your clit and lightly nibbling at it.

“Oh f-fuck,” you moan, Soaps a fucking mess. Brown locks sprawled out on the bed, his blue eyes dark as ever and hooded. Your cum all over his mouth, glistening in your juices. But your hovering still, just enough so your over his mouth is on you, but you won’t sit.

He grunts, giving your ass a slap, “Swear to Christ, [+], if ye don’t sit, I’ll eat ye till ya can’t stand tomorrow.”

Was that a promise?

Johnny doesn’t even give you a chance, just wraps his muscular arm around you hips, and forces you to sit on his face. You cry out a moan, head spinning as he works his tongue into your hole. He moans at the taste of you, plopping you up and down and then moving your hips backwards and forward. You can hear his lips smack every time his mouth connects to your folds. His hands found your breasts, giving them a nice squeeze through the cloth and then rolling your nipples in his hand. Pulling at them till they’re achingly hard. Groaning when he felt your little hole squeeze around him.

“Jo-Johnnyyyy!” You whine, finally not caring what happens, gripping at his hair and grinding yourself down further. Your heavenly thighs lock him down and he lets out a pathetic moan, letting your clit rock against the tip of his nose as he ate at you like Jesus at the last meal. Your juices slouching everywhere with every movement against his face.

From his chin, to his nose, and back, swiveling your hips as the butterflies in your stomach began to build.

“Awww, wee girl just missed me. Shit, ‘nd I missed ye too, so fuckin sweet little thing.” But Soaps not talking to you, he’s talking to your cunt. Utterly pussy drunk, he gives your pussy a nice smack with two fingers, droplets flying down his chest. “What messy fuckin girl, gotta clean ya- mmph!”

You feel it, the way your eyes roll back, your legs shuddering, and you try to get out of his grasp because you feel too good being devoured like this, Johnny whines. Gripping your hips so hard they could bruise and sitting you back down where you belonged.

“Cumming- I’m cumming- hngh-“ with a gasp you let go.

Johnny only hums, letting you clench around his tongue, sucking every last drop out of you while you cry out. You swivel your hips on his mouth, rubbing his nose into your pulsing clit.

He lays you down, licking his pink now glossed -with your cum- lips, head still in between your thighs, “Fuck, made me all pretty Bunny.”

And Soap had to pray, pray to god that he got everything on that little camera he had hiding in your room that you haven’t found yet.

He’d be needing it later.

a/n: I’ll probably end up doing a headcanon of this cause pervy!soaps reader (and him) run my mind. Also reader matching his freak lollll.

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“my fuckin’ pussy” simon says as he’s pounding you in a mating press. your heel-clad feet are hung over his burly shoulders, flopping with every thrust.

“mmmn, yer fuckin” pussy” you slurred back.

“oh my, we’ve gotta talker, doing a little repeat after me? fuckin’ simon says, huh?”

he’s such a tease.

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kuroo’s underwear thief

tags: nsfw!, minors!dni, slight sm!t, timeskip!, established rs, bf!kuroo x fem!reader, gf!reader likes to wear kuroo’s boxers (not that he’s complaining)

a/n: sweats first post, i hope you liked this one xx let me know if you have any requests/suggestions <3

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thinking about wearing kuroo’s boxers because you wanted to see if it was as comfortable as your thong —he just wanted to see how hot you were in his boxers, to which he was very pleased with that. to your surprise, it was comfortable — too comfortable that you probably liked it more than wearing your own underwear.

it started to be a very frequent occurrence. whenever you left his apartment, kuroo noticed that not only were his hoodies missing, but along a couple of boxers. he couldn’t say he was displeased at the thought of purchasing more for himself as he pictured his dear thief only in his boxers on his bed.

one of his favourite things about you wearing his boxers is how easy it was for him to shove his fingers into you, knuckles deep without you even having to take off your underwear. don’t get him wrong, he loves to see you in your usual lacy delicates. but there was just something so sexy about you wearing his boxers, something primal, territorial even.

he’d have his way with you anywhere he could, in the handicapped bathroom in the mall, underneath the table during the annual jva dinner, have you writhing in the driver’s seat as one hand was on the steering wheel and the other playing with you — a couple of tickets and orgasms never hurt anybody.

and don’t even get him started on what happens at home. most of the times, you wouldn’t even make it past the kitchen as he couldn’t wait to fuck you in his boxers.

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