#` ✦ ⋮ sheet ⋮ i’m giving you that pleasure heaven; i’ll give it to you.

[neuvistar]

LOTUS FLOWER. pt one.

— featuring ┊ genshin men (neuvillette, wriothesley, lyney, kaveh, alhaitham) x f!pregnant reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊nsfw. not proofread. all consensual! mentions of breeding k!nk, t!tplay (neuvillette), vaginal fingering (lyney?), implied semi-public s3x (wriothesley), s!ze kink if u squint (alhaitham), dirty talk obvi, them being absolute sweethearts, reader implied 2 be physically smaller than them, cunnilingus (kaveh), nicknames used, overall suggestive content. 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊ this is part one guys!! part two will come soon! since i’m a little late for kinktober (oops) i’ve decided to try n do this thingy of my own </3 genshin men w a pregnant partner n maybe i’ll do separate oneshots too throughout the month if im not busy enough, i’ll try my best! i also took time 2 try n improve my writing style n i think it paid off.. anyways reblogs + feedback appreciated ! (guys i wroye this when i’m half asleep #help)

𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄, 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄

— "love, you're too cute when you pout like that," neuvillette chuckled, lightly pecking your cheeks with soft chaste kisses

NEUVILLETTE has always been your caretaker during your hard months of pregnancy, he was always there to aid you even if he had such a tight schedule! trust me, he’s always there to aid you no matter where he is.. oh you’re craving something? he already had it made and prepared downstairs for you to eat, oh you’re in pain? he’s already massaging your body to calm your nerves, oh you want him to get something for you? he’s already making his way downstairs to get it! let’s all be honest, this dragon is one of the sweetest darlings ever.. he’s just so thrilled that you’re carrying his little dragonlings, he couldn’t be happier! neuvillette’s so gentle with you.. even during intimate moments. neuvillette always has you laying down on a soft surface, his lips dancing across your flesh as his hair tickled your sensitive skin, he knows how to make sure you feel good.. sometimes he gets too lost in the moment he doesn’t even notice the littlest things! trust me, he knows how to make you feel good, he knows how to calm your hormones.. he knows how to pleasure you. neuvillette knows it all.

here you were, laid down comfortably on the mattress.. the sheets beneath you warming you up as you tugged on your husband’s white locks, emitting a soft grunt from him. neuvillette had been too caught up in the moment to notice only a little milk dripping from your other breast. instead, he kissed and sucked at your other one passionately, his hands caressing your waist in between bouts of fondling your tits. the sight of your exposed body sent a deep and primal wave of lust through him, it was enough to send him into pure euphoria as the feeling of your body against him was a kiss from the heavens above and the archons themselves. “my sweet angel," neuvillette whispered gently, his voice soft yet full of passion. "i want to love you from head to toe, i want every part of you to scream my name in delight.. i want you to experience pleasure beyond your wildest imagination. please, let me give you more litters of dragonlings inside this irresistible body of yours..”

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘, 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄

— “you’re positive, right? you sure you’re alright?” he mumbled, nuzzling his nose against your neck

WRIOTHESLEY honestly never thought of having kids himself, but that all changed when you announced your pregnancy to him a few months prior.. he was thrilled! a little shocked and nervous to say the least, since he was nervous he wouldn’t be a good husband and father to your future kids but it went by smoothly, wriothesley had a major soft spot for you and only you. his face always fills with love and joy as he took note of your swollen and pregnant belly, sometimes he lets you wander around the fortress but sometimes he knows you’re sensitive to many smells and all that so he just keeps you in the house. but yet sometimes.. he has too much on his hands that he never has time to come home. visiting him at work became a frequent thing but he grew more protective of you, telling w few workers down at the fortress to scram if they bother you too much. wriothesley loves having you around his office, but yet, huh.. who knew visiting him here could also have it’s benefits.

wriothesley held your knees, his large hands engulfing your flesh as he grunted at the mere pulse of your pussy around his cock. he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, someone could walk in any moment but who was he to deny his own wife? he can’t deny you when you’re all shy and embarrassed like that.. asking him to fuck you and breed you just like he did those few months before, who was he to deny a request like that? the larger male had kept a slow and steady rhythm with you, he promised himself he wouldn’t listen to your begging.. begging for him to go faster. but i guess it’s fine to break promises every now and then, right? wriothesley picked up the pace as he rubbed his thumb against your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside your cunt was enough to send you to the moon. “fuck.. taking me so well, princess.. ‘gonna make me cum quicker than normal.” he whispered against your ear, caressing your belly ever so gently.. his gentleness corresponding with his harsh thrusts. “what, hm? you want someone to see you in this state? ‘want someone to catch me breeding my pretty pregnant wife in my office?— mm.. seems like y’do.. look at how much you’re sucking me in.”

𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

— “oh? someone’s moody today.. did i do something wrong, sweetheart? you know i didn’t mean it, c’mon! talk to me.”

LYNEY was one of the main reasons for your constant smiles and giggles throughout the day, your baby isn’t even born yet and he’s already an excellent father! the magician always sits down and chats with you, chatting about all sorts of things. what you both can name your baby(s), what magic tricks he can teach to them, how adorable they’ll look in clothes he bought for them.. he’s excited to be a father and he makes that clear! he spreads the news to lynette and freminet, and sometimes he might accidentally spread the news throughout public eyes. i mean, in a positive way! lyney takes great pride in being the father of your kids, he wants you to stay healthy and happy so your pregnancy goes smoothly, that’s all he wants. lyney’s touch is always so gentle.. caressing you like you were a mere piece of glass he had to protect.. there was something about his touch that just never fails to make you squirm, he’s good with his hands, of course you know that.. he’s just so gentle with you in many ways possible, it drives you absolutely insane sometimes.

“yeah? you like that? hmm.. how about you show me where else you would like me to touch you, go on.” his voice was just as hypnotic as his gaze.. lyney’s lips pressed against your neck as he waited for you to show him. “c’mon, you can do this.” he urged you on, you could feel your hands moving on their own as your hands made their way to your breasts, pinching your sensitive nipples in between your fingers with your mouth hung open in pure ecstasy, sending nothing but deep electric vibrations throughout your body. “l—lyney.. here. i want you to touch me here.” your voice was laced with honey, the magician could’ve sworn he could taste and sense the need and want in your tone, it only made him desire you more. “mm.. we both know that’s not all, sweetheart. show me another, and show me how you want me to touch you there.” your other hand came down slowly, lazily playing with your clit as your body shook at the even the softest touch. lyney hummed against your ear as he pressed his finger gently against your lips, trying to silence you as he gazed down at your swollen belly the blonde magician held you close, pumping two fingers inside your hole, smirking against your skin. “there, there.. good girl. such a good girl for me, are you?”

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓

— “alright.. i have this, this and this for you. do you need anything else? still hungry?”

KAVEH is a a good and caring husband.. though sometimes he’s a little too busy, which often frustrates you since he isn’t there to support and be by your side half of the time. honestly, you can’t blame him sometimes, he always comes home late with a shit ton of papers and piles and piles of sketches and drawings he made that day, kaveh’s always busy, you can’t stop or deny that. most of the time, he makes up to you by providing you with the things you like.. like food you’ve been craving! kaveh adores talking to his baby within your belly, always talking about how ‘papa is always there for them’ and how much he loves them. to put it in a more easier way, the young architect considers your pregnancy an absolute blessing, you were sure he kissed the floor and thanked every star in the universe when he found out you were expecting his little one, he was overjoyed! despite his busy tasks, kaveh will be willing to provide you with anything you want. especially pleasure.

“you want me to please you here?” his voice rung in your ears, nodding slowly as you bit your lip. you missed this, you missed him. kaveh had too many rough and difficult schedules already, you missed him and his touch.. you missed everything, but tonight he was gonna give it all. your lashes slowly fluttered open as your hands tightened your grip on his shoulder, kaveh smiled softly, his eyes looking deep into yours with affection. "i’m giving you what you want now, sweet angel.” the architect caressed your thighs as he slowly lifted your dress up and started to caress your stomach. "you’ve certainly become quite attractive with your pregnancy bumps," he whispered softly, smiling warmly before he allowed his urges take over, closing his eyes as his tongue mingled with your folds, giving small kitty licks before pushing himself further into you, savouring your juices. he was slow, yes.. but he wanted to get used to your taste again, flicking his muscle against your sensitive bundles of nerves as he allowed himself to get lost in your taste, palming the bulge through his pants. “let go, lovely. let me claim you once more.”

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌, 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄

— “tell me, go on. what do you need? i’m in all ears.”

AL-HAITHAM is a hard individual to read, that’s for sure. sometimes you couldn’t really tell if he was happy about some story you decided to share with him and whatnot, but one thing you do know is that he’s absolutely thrilled about your pregnancy. alhaitham would be lying to himself if he said that the sight of your expanded belly didn’t awaken something in him. he’s always there, helping you around despite how busy he gets sometimes.. he’s calm and collected, sometimes you’d catch him talking to your baby when you’re asleep, talking about how pretty their mama is, and how excited he is to teach them about his own knowledge about this world they’re about to enter, he’s excited for his baby to be born and you know it. well.. maybe a little too exited.

he tried to be gentle, he really did. but you know he can’t resist you when you’re whining and whimpering like this, especially with that beautiful round belly of yours. alhaitham can’t help himself, really. he was needy, needy for you. he needed you and he needed you now. the scribe bit his lip as his large hands grabbed at your hips, lifting you further against him as his cock slid into your cunt so perfectly. alhaitham’s thoughts went blank at the sound of you calling his name in that way, as if you were speaking words of pure music. “mmh.. look at you. look at how good you’re taking me, even when you’re pregnant you’re still a slut for my cock now, aren’t you?” his hair fell onto his shoulders in wet clumps, “so fuckin’ full, so damn soft. you’re all round and smooth, the perfect body to bear our children." his dick buried myself into your walls, your juices coating it with white, “just like all my other possessions, this body is mine. maybe i should even put my name on it.. so damn perfect, yeah?”

[inu-mxki]

roronoa zoro x fem!reader / 18+ / praise + petnames

“c’mon, angel,” zoro mumbles against your collarbone, pulling the fabric of his shirt you’re wearing just enough to expose it, “jus’ a little somethin’. missed you like crazy.”

you’d finally earned a night off from lookout. getting some rest was the only thing on your agenda. tucking yourself into his side as he mindlessly drew circles against your hip sounded like heaven right now, but zoro had missed his little lady. he’d missed pressing your back to his chest, nuzzling his face into the nape of your neck as you slumbered beside him. god, if the rest of the crew knew what a fool he was for you, they’d never let him live it down.

but the one thing zoro missed the most, especially as the nights went on, was pressing his tongue against your folds, kitten licking soft, gentle circles against your sensitive bud until you’re bucking your hips to feel more friction. the thought makes his mind hazy. after all, zoro lived to devour you. he loved it just as much as receiving, if not more. your pleasure was his pleasure, tenfold, and right now all he wanted was to reward his hard working lady.

“‘ro, i’m so tired,” you mutter sleepily, trying to ignore the burning sensation below your abdomen, “i don’t think i have the energy.”

“i can wait baby,” he mumbles between kisses, scattering them across your neck, under your ear, down to your shoulder, “jus’ want to taste you, miss you so much. let me make you feel good, angel.”

and you knew he would. he was masterful. he took great care and pride in making you fall apart for him. it was enough to just see you like that. he can wait. your pleasure pretty much gets him off anyway.

“but ‘ro,” you say, opening your heavy, pretty eyes, “i can’t just let you do that.”

fucking hell. you’ll be the death of him. not this pirate life of his, you, and those big doe eyes looking at him with such adoration. looking at him like you want to please him, but your tired bones are just too much. selfless, that’s what you are. but zoro was a patient man when it came it you. he’d wait eons to have your pretty little mouth wrapped around him. he was happy to just serve you right now. his angel. his baby doll. his lifeline.

“don’t worry ‘bout me, baby girl,” he whispers, capturing your lips in a hot kiss as you whimper into his mouth lightly. you needed it. he knew that, and he was going to give it to you, “tomorrow, i’ll fuck you into this mattress, but right now, all i want is to make a mess of you. can i do that, pretty girl? can i make my angel come on my tongue?”

he pressed two fingers against your clothed core. you bucked your hips involuntarily, letting out a strangled sort of moan. you could feel the grin against your mouth, “is that a yes doll?” he asks gently, adding just a little more pressure to see you squirm, “need your words angel. tell me what you want.”

his eye was onyx. he’d pretty much caged you against the bed and his body, peppering kisses against your mouth, patiently waiting for your response. he’d respect it either way.

“p-please,” you strain against his lips, and he grips the sheet beneath you to steady himself, “make me feel good, ‘ro.”

“no need to be all polite about it, angel,” he worked his way down to your chest, leaving hot, wet kisses against your exposed skin, gently pushing up your shirt and hooking his fingers in your underwear, “all you gotta do is gimme a yes.”

“yes,” you breathe out, and he almost growls against your hip bone, sucking at the flesh there, “yes, yes.”

“i fucking love you,” he slurs, pulling down your underwear and immediately pushing your legs up and placing a open mouthed kiss to your bud, “my baby angel.”

“I love you,” you choke out, gripping onto the sheet. he places a few more sloppy kisses, before moving to kiss your inner thigh.

“jus’ relax, angel,” he rasps, looking up at you through a hooded eye, “gonna make you feel good, promise.”

i do not own one piece or anything associated with it

[scenezfreak]

Okay but erm.....BEN with a scene girl and he's just so horny and perverted towards her. And she's just so embarrassed. (he convinces her to let him fuck her and proceeds to tease her about it while its happening dfjghdfkjghj)

A/N: Yes omg I adore scene style, I’m actually scene/emo too! I’m both depending on what I’m feeling that day LMAO.. Also I hc that BEN would definitely blast Brokencyde at 2am 🫡

“Say it.”

Ben drowned x fem!Scene!reader

Warnings: Rough? Ben, Ben worshipping reader, hair tugging, makeout sesh, creampie, feral Ben

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

Ben loved your style, that’s mostly what made him so interested in you. He adored watching you get ready in the morning, your extensions, makeup, your clothes…god, was he addicted. You even let him pick out what color and style of extensions you got, he helped you straighten your hair and style it everyday. He’s oddly good at styling hair..but you’re happy either way.

It was so refreshing to have someone who supported your style especially since the style wasn’t really popular anymore and people had different standards. Ben loved being around you too, which you took notice that he was a big more cuddly and touchy more than usual lately. “Ben, you okay?” You didn’t look away from what you were doing. He was standing behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist. His head buried in your neck, he hummed.

“Mhm, jus’ thinking” he replied. “Bout?” You asked, his reply was almost too immediate, you felt his warm breath in your ear, “thinking about all the ways I could pleasure you, my love”. Your face burst into flames and you ripped yourself from his grasp, turning to look at him, putting your hand to your ear in shock. He laughed, “what’s wrong? Too shy?” You huff and turn away, embarrassed.

He’s quick to push you against a wall, not too hard but enough so you know he’s serious. “You’re just looking so pretty lately, I can’t help myself from thinking about you. His hand comes up to brush some hair out of your face. He kisses you softly. Your lips are so soft against him it almost convinces him that he’s in heaven.

Your hands push him away a bit and you look away, your face more flushed than before. He raises a brow, “do you not want it?” He asked concerned. Your eyes meet his, “I don’t know..I’m just scared.” Your hands fidget a little. “I’m not sure if I’d be any goo-“ your sentence was cutoff by another kiss from him. “Don’t say that, it’s okay..I’ll guide you through it.

You sigh, unsure about whether to go through with it or not. “Please, I’ll make you feel so good princess..just let me taste you.” He almost pouts. You nod slowly, “B-but if it gets too much then we’re going to stop..” His eyes light up and kisses you for a third time, to which this one you give in.

His hands hesitantly rub up and down the sides of your body. You’ve both kissed before but this one was rougher, especially when his tongue licked across your bottom lip. You let him in, feeling his tongue exploring your mouth made heat rush to your core. You whimper into the kiss then feel him smirk. His hands grip your waist when he feels your hands that were gripping his shirt move up to wrap around his neck and grip his hair, pushing him closer.

“fuck baby..” he mumbles into the kiss, he wanted to taste you so bad. He pulls away and takes your hand to lead you to the bed. He sits you down on the edge. “Spread your legs for me, lovely.” You nod shyly and spread your legs open. Ben slides off your pants and underwear off. His eyes stare at your dripping cunt. “So wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you.” He teases. You huff and close your legs but he’s quicker and stops you immediately.

You shudder when he glares at you, warning you to not do it again. He spreads your legs back open and pushes them up, you fall and your back hits the mattress that you were sitting on. “Ben what- AH F-FUCK!” You moan out, his tongue immediately starts attacking your clit. Your hands grip the sheets and your back arches. His tongue moves from your clit to your hole. His tongue slides in and he’s practically eating you like you’re his last meal.

“Taste so good.” His voice is muffled by the wet sounds of your cunt. You can’t hold back the moans he’s pulling from you. You were already so close, one of your hands grab his hair, careful not to tug him too hard. He moans, sending vibrations to your poor aching cunt. Your hips are bucking up, he can tell you’re close and that’s enough motivation to make him keep going. You’re finally tipped over the edge, your cum coats the lower half of his face and he happily laps it all up.

He quickly moves up and over you, the bottom half of his face is covered in your slick, “Feel good, baby?” You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. “..We can go further if you want.” You said. He finished wiping off his face and looked at you with hearts practically forming in his eyes. “Really? You want to?” He asked almost too excitedly. You giggle and nod, “Of course, you said you wanted to make me feel good, right?”

Oh boy, Ben was waiting forever for this moment, he quickly stripped himself of his clothes while you did the same, your shirt and bra hit the floor next to his clothes. He stared at you, you were absolutely beautiful. In his eyes you were an Angel. “Can I touch you..?” He wanted confirmation before he did. “Yes, please touch me.” Your face returned to the same red hue it was when he started teasing you.

He trailed soft kisses from your neck down to your chest. You felt his warm mouth suck your nipple while his hand rubbed the other one. You were still so sensitive from your orgasm you whined, “Ben..” He smirked, “still sensitive, princess?” He kissed your forehead. “You’re hard..” you whispered when you felt his cock poke your thigh. “All ‘cuz of you, baby. You want it deep inside?” He whispered that last part, causing you to go shy again.

“Wanna hear you say you want it deep inside of you baby” one of his hands cupped your cheek, you look up with him. He literally saw the universe through your eyes, they were like jewels to him. “I want it deep inside, please Ben..need it so bad.” Hearing you beg like that made his cock twitch, he pushed you back down on the bed and opened your legs before slapping his cock against your wet cunt a couple of times, causing you to jolt.

He slowly pushed the tip in, then some more. Letting you get adjusted before he moved in further. He helped you calm down by kissing your neck and playing with your nipples. When you gave him the green light he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. His pace remained slow and soft at first but he just couldn’t hold himself back..the way you were clenching around him made a switch flip in his brain.

He leaned down, his hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them against your torso. You were moaning so loud from his brutal pace, and he showed no signs of slowing down. With every thrust his balls slapped against your ass, the room filled with obscene noises. “Be-holy shit Ben!” You moaned, your nails were digging into his back but he didn’t mind a little pain, he could handle it.

He started kissing your neck, sucking dark circles into the skin. You knew there’d be a mark left but you could care less. You both got closer, “Y/N I’m about to cum..ohmygodd” his words were slurred, he was pussy drunk off of you. You whined out “me too” and without warning he slammed into you one last time and came. The feeling of his hot seed filling you pushed you over the edge and caused your own orgasm. He helped you both ride through your high, still clinging to each other as you caught your breaths.

He looked down at you, “fuck I’m sorry..I went too rough.” He rubbed away some of your tears that formed from how hard he was fucking you. “That felt amazing, Ben..thank you.” You cupped his face and kissed him. Now it was his turn to become flustered. He smiled, “Let me go get something to clean you up with, you’re a mess” he laughed. “Hey! You were the one who caused it.” You huffed out. He kissed your cheek, “I know, and I’m happy I did.”

[pictureinme]

kinktober day xv. IMPACT PLAY – thomas shelby

word count: ~500 tags: dirty talk, paddling, d/s dynamics, cunnilingus/fingering masterlist | ao3

“Lay down for me, sweetheart.”

Thomas undoes the topmost buttons of his shirt, cigarette hanging rather daintily from his lips as he watches you lay your bare self on your shared bed. You lay on your stomach, of course, as he’s holding that very familiar paddle of his. You crane your head to watch his movements, waiting for another command.

“You’re a very good girl, you know that,” he leans over you, the cherry of his cigarette glowing in the darkness, “But sometimes even good girls need their… discipline, eh?”

Nodding, you shuffle your hips in anticipation of your aforementioned discipline, “Of course, sir.”

Thomas smiles at your eagerness, he loved seeing you so perfectly masochistic– a match made in heaven with his insatiable sadistic tendencies. He puts out his cigarette in the ornate ashtray of your nightstand, all while tracing the back of your thighs with the wooden paddle. You tremble in anticipation, he was never the type to warn you before striking.

Abruptly pulling you from your very much related thoughts, Thomas brought the wooden tool down to where your thigh met your bottom– eliciting a loud yelp from you. He hums as he caresses the area with his non-dominant hand.

Landing another strike against your other thigh, your back arches into it slightly, but enough for him to notice– and chastise you.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, doll?”

Thomas laughs deeply, not giving you time to answer as the paddle lands again, and again on your ass. You can’t hold back your moans, but he doesn’t seem to mind as you whimper pathetically against the sheets. You hear his labored breathing from above you but don’t dare to look for fear of more of his discipline.

“My good little girl,” Thomas places the paddle beside your hips, “Always do so well when I ask you to…”

You nod, mostly to yourself, as he kneels to face your neglected arousal. He spreads your legs open further, and you whine as he licks a stripe, collecting as much of your wetness as he can.

“Taste fucking amazing, God.”

He didn’t take his time for your sake, Thomas knew you needed release after that. You mewl as he enters you with his tongue, his hands grabbing at your already aching behind. Grinding against his touch, his chin rubbing against your clit– you felt terribly close.

“Sir, I’m, oh–!”

Thomas replaces his tongue swiftly with two of his thick fingers, chuckling at your cut-off sentence, “I know you’re close, love, don’t worry. I’ll take care of ya.”

He leans back in to lick at your clit– gently, despite the way he was so roughly fucking into you. You shake as his fingers curl inside of you, the angle making it feel so much more deep than you’re used to. Thomas begins to suck at your clit harshly, the painful pleasure of it causing you to fall apart at his whim.

You ride out your orgasm on his face– he was grateful enough to not ruin your orgasm due to your desperation. Your little whimpers and cries are like music to his ears as he continues to lick at you, even after removing his fingers from your still-tight entrance.

“So fucking good, my (Y/N)...”

[eldritch-spouse]

I am no coward! I’m going to ride Rinx's face orb thing! He won’t be able to see cause I’ll fucking stain the glass with my juices. Sorry I feel like this is a little violent, I just couldn’t with that one anon. Rinx is my fav<3

[That's the spirit! You're so real.]

Nena's nostrils flare as she follows her superior around the mansion.

It's not that he smells bad. Quite the contrary, Rinx has so many colognes and fragrances that it's actually kind of rare for her to feel his actual, natural scent. She's gotten used to having her olfactory sense overwhelmed by posh brands. No, today she's uncomfortable for a whole different reason.

See, Rinx reeks of fluids. There's no way in Heaven or Hell a succubus can just ignore that.

The imp feels her glasses fog slightly with her bated breath as she keeps her neck craned back to look onto the lime-ish hue of her Icon's orb. There, glistening under the slightly abrasive light of the golden chandelier, girl cum smudges across all angles of his face.

The Queen. Nena can tell because she's had to collect used sheets from your chambers before. There's no mistaking that tang. She almost wants to congratulate you for finding a sexual use out of every part in Rinx's body, you'd make a fine concubus. An even more depraved part of the short demoness wants to climb the greed lord like a palm tree and clean the mess with a nice tongue bath. Nena inwardly slaps herself.

" Hellooo? Is there anything behind those glasses right now? "

Rinx has now leaned down, not only scaring the soul out of Nena but also unwittingly giving her a much clearer scent map of your pleasure. He looks like a glazed marble. No doubt, you must have fucked his face nice and hard in reward for something Rinx promised to get you.

" Y- Yes, my lord! Please excuse me! " Comes the practiced response.

" Seriously Nena, open those ears wider than you open your legs for a moment- "

She doesn't react to the jab, purely only relieved that he rises to his tall stature once more. Unfortunately, much of what the Icon is saying keeps going in one eardrum and out the other while the succubus keeps focusing on your fresh fluids and her stomach protests.

" And oh- " Rinx nearly trips over a chair his cum-stained face could never have seen coming. " Do get me a towel, yes? "

She knows she's going to suck that towel clean later and she hates herself for it.

[lizzy019]

𝐹𝒾𝓏𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈.

Sodapop Curtis x Fem!Reader

cw -> food play (more like drink play), oral (fem receiving)

Word Count -> 930

I’ma go right into the smut just because I have too many ideas for this!

Swirling the carbonated drink, Sodapop looked at you with his darkest bedroom eyes as he used his free hand to slip off your panties.

While you were worried about what he was planning on doing, you trusted him in his entirety and allowed him to do as he pleased with your body.

“We’ll start off easy, baby. Just a little bit to see if you want more.” He murmured, dipping his fingers into the carbonated drink and using the light drops on his fingers to rub at your clit.

You almost squealed at the pleasure, the carbonation bubbles tingling every time one of them popped or the cold liquid dripped down.

“Oh, Soda! Baby, don’t do too much of that..” You whimpered. At this rate, you’d surely hit a climax from such a weird feeling.

He simply smirked, repeating the same process while adding more drops every now and then to see what really worked for you. You were nearing the end from the way everything felt, writhing and squirming.

Until finally, you felt yourself right on the edge of the gates to heaven before he stopped entirely and laughed to himself.

Laughed?!

You sat up in dismay and disbelief, giving him a face of anger and frustration. How dare he edge you and enjoy it!

“Sodapop.” You said simply, frowning which had him snickering.

“Fine, fine. ‘M sorry, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” He apologized quickly, putting the cup with the carbonated drink aside before spreading those cute pussy folds apart to use his tongue on.

Your hand gripped at his hair, moans and whines flying out of your mouth as you found yourself getting back on track with the line of ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, keep going! Oh God, I’m so close!” You cried, thrashing under his meticulous movements.

Sodapop looked at your movements, the way you writhed when he swirled his tongue around your clit and the way your breasts bounced every time you moved in pleasure.

You were so pretty to him, effortless to pair with it.

Within a few more mere seconds, you were coming undone simply with his tongue. Legs shaking and pussy walls spasming, you found yourself cumming into his mouth.

While Soda was happily slurping it up like his last meal, the overstimulation was causing you to whimper out and cry in ecstasy.

Finally, he pulled away and scooped one of the ice cubes from the carbonated drink and gently began pushing it in between your core. The cold feeling had you murmuring, “Cold, cold, cold.”

It was such a sight watching your warm walls melt the ice cube, and he was finding pleasure in the light torture he was bringing you. Not torture per say, the way you craved something other than foreplay.

“Soda, I don’t want this. Baby, I want you in me, nothing else can suffice.” You wailed softly, hands grabbing his as they held your thighs.

Your pleading was a faucet of eroticism, and without hesitation he was stripping his clothes to be bare skinned with you too. Oh, how pretty he was.

You wondered sometimes how you got a man like him.

“Oh baby, so wet for me?” He asked, laughing to himself knowing damn well the reason for a wet spot in his sheets was because of the ice cube.

You found yourself giggling too, hands on his shoulders as he gently worked his way into your core. Good lord, the way he was pressing so deep, yet so agonizingly slow was frustrating you.

Soon, his cock’s tip was kissing your cervix, and you both were whining and mewling in sheer congenial disbelief. The pleasure was unreal, like little bubbles popping on all your nerves.

“Oh, baby!” You cried, body tensing in ecstasy when he sped up his pace. He had you in a cradle, thrusting into you wildly while he held you close and continued to pound into your achy core.

“Oh God, babe, you feel so tight. All cold and twitchy, you gonna cum again? Cum again for me baby, do it for me.” He whimpered out, demanding you sweetly as his hands moved to squeeze your breasts like stressballs.

His pleas for your release made you feel a bit stressed for urging your orgasm, but you did your best to fully submit to the feeling in which had you nearing a full orgasm.

“Oh fuck! Fuck yeah, I’m almost there! Give it to me, gimme that release, baby!” You encouraged equally, nails scratching at his back in a selfish attempt to ground yourself.

Sodapop nodded, kissing your neck so gently, you could bet he didn’t touch you. His thrusts became sloppy as he neared a climax, and he began whimpering words of encouragement.

“Please baby, I wanna cum, I wanna cum together with you, please.” He whined, his request being so sweet that you couldn’t help but smile.

And soon enough, after a few more relentless thrusts, you ended up cumming on him just like he asked, and shortly after, he released too.

Huffs and puffs escaped the both of you as you two rested on cloud nine for a few seconds before coming down from such an intense high. It was so lovely.

“Next time, no more foreplay.” You stayed simply, kissing his cheek as he rested on you before letting your eyes close to take a much deserved nap.

...

Meanwhile Darry and Ponyboy:

Darry: “These idiots.”

Ponyboy: “...I don’t wanna sleep with Soda anymore.”

[sashi-ya]

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 10 ➡ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Anonymous 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍: 𝙷𝚒 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒! 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐!! 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷0? 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍! 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝐓𝐰: nsfw. watersports (urine). written really subtly and not that explicitly, meaning that imo is not "gross". However if you don't enjoy this kink, do not read. kinda of omorashi. golden rain on his dick. riding kisuke. masturbation. 𝐰𝐜: 745 ➡ hentober masterlist

"Kisuke, let me go" "Just a little more, (Name)-san ~

Outside is pouring rain, even though some sunrays tint the raindrops in pure gold. You just woke up from a wild night with the shop owner. And, despite what you could think of, he is not satisfied yet.

It feels as if you were about to lose control. And indeed, you are. Kisuke Urahara’s fingers skilfully works on your sex, over your panties. He traces circles on your clit, getting the fabric of your pink culotte wet.

“Why are you squirming so much? I haven’t even moved this” he says, pulling from the elastic of your panties. “I told you- I- I need to go to the bathroom” you moan.

The blonde genius smirks and giggles in your ear, he is right behind you. Kisuke has trapped you and both are now kneeling on the mattress. Waking up with him it’s fun. As fun as the night before.

“No but really, really- Please” you plead, your bladder is about to burst, but his fingers already working so perfectly in and out of you.

Urahara bites your shoulder, you smell still some traces of his sweet manly perfume lingering in the air. “See, I have studied human bodies for as long as I can remember and my gigais aren’t different from them… women have better orgasms if they have it full” he mumbles, pressing your lower belly all of a sudden.

You put your eyes white. Why is he that way? And why he knows exactly how to make you reach heaven every time?

A few warm drops wet his hand; you are sure he enjoys making you suffer. “Stop- Urahara Kisuke or I’ll…” you whine, not sure if you are hating or loving such torture. Your muscles tense, your belly kinda hurts. You need to go, or you will burst.

“Your bed will…” you mumble, as he begins to pump with beckoning motions, in and out and up and down your core. “Get wet, yes! That’s right, (Name)-san ~” he sings, perversely and so lustfully.

You widen your eyes; Yes. He is definitely enjoying it…His free hand pinches your nipple and you know that soon you will end up losing the battle against pleasure and your physiological needs.

“Come on… come for me” he urges you, hitting a sweet spot that both makes you moan and suffer. “No… I- don’t… don’t fucking press th-“ you beg, as if he really cared.

“Heh… look at my forearm… it’s still dry! Come on!” he goes faster, now constantly pressing your lower abs, forcing you to lose control drop by drop.

Mortified, you know exactly that keep resisting is completely futile and you decide to give him exactly what he wants.

“What- do you- want? Huh?” you pant, catching his attention, allowing your pelvic muscles to rest for a little bit. “On my dick, please?” he asks, smiling at you with that cute innocent façade that hides a pervert inside.

You sigh and turn around. Pushing him and crawling over his lap, he gets extremely excited for it. Your nails carve marks on his pale chest, and as lewdly as he is, a smirk draws on your face.

“I’m not cleaning the sheets after this” you tell him, taking your panties off. “I will. I promise” he swears, even if of course that was a complete lie.

Kisuke jerks off while you relieve yourself, the warmth of your inner fluids making the man beneath you bite his lip in pure pleasure.

“I love you ~” he mumbles, being a total inmate of prurience. “I love you too” you smile, feeling your muscles sore but your sex throbbing, pleading for more. The wet mess of your honeys mixed with your relief does not scare you, and all you can think off is to ride your lover.

You softly hit his hand away, taking now the control over his reddish dick, so wet from your pee and his own precum. A few pumps you give to him before guiding it right inside you. You let your hips fall over his lap, feeling his sex impale you deeply.

“I hope the rule of the full bladder also applies to you, Kisuke…” you tell him, perversely smiling as you begin moving up and down and around with your hips.

“Let’s see if it does, my sweet (Name)-san…” he moans, so ready to fill you up this time…

[that-tmr-girl]

Two Sides

Brenda shows you how she's a freak in the sheets and a sweetheart when she's had her way with you.

Fingering, face riding, oral (given), chest riding, begging kink, edging, bounds, gag, dominant Brenda

Rules are important in life, and they're everywhere. They’re unspoken in friendships, about communication in relationships, written into society, and sometimes meant to be shared between two people when one of them absolutely dominates the other.

Brenda and I are definitely the last one.

I know that it was wrong. I know that I’m not allowed to touch myself without her permission. I know that if I do, I’ll get punished.

I couldn't help myself though. She had been gone for almost a week, and I needed relief. I didn't know that she would come in right as I started doing it.

No matter the reason, I had to be punished. It was just the rules.

She had chosen bondage this time, meaning she had ripped my clothes off and tied my arms and legs to the bedframe. She put a gag in my mouth as a bit of an “extra lesson”.

Then, she left me there after edging me.

Now I was stuck here with no way to know the time, waiting for her to come back.

As I was uncomfortably squirming the door opened. Lifting my head, I looked to see Brenda, already naked.

“There you are. I was looking absolutely everywhere for you,”She grinned, shutting the door behind her. With a sigh, she walked over before standing at the bed so her pussy was level with my face. I looked up at her, silently begging to be fucked.

“I don't know what you want. You aren't talking,”She teased. Despite knowing what she was doing, I couldn't help but plead through the gag in my mouth. “What? You want me to leave?”

Letting out a frustrated groan, I shook my head no. Her grin grew wider at my reaction before she went to the edge of the bed.

Without a word, she got on it before crawling on top of me. Removing the gag, she put it by the table before pressing her lips against mine. Despite my sore mouth, I slipped my tongue inside her mouth as I kissed her. She let out a moan as she started sucking on my tongue. We let our spit mix until we were practically one DNA.

Then, she pulled away, putting both her hands on my hips. As she looked me dead in the eyes, she crawled down my body, taking her sweet time to be by my dripping cunt.

“Brenda, please?”I begged.

“You can do better than that,”She denied.

“Please? Please fuck me? Please, please, please fuck my brains out?”I tried.

“What's that? You want to be fucked?”

“Yes. Yes. You can use me however you want. I don't care. Just fuck me, Brenda. Please, please, please fuck me?”I tried again, pulling on the bounds in desperation.

“Oh, you want me to fuck you,”She smirked before shoving two fingers deep inside of me. I let out a scream at the sudden pleasure that my body had been craving, had been dying for, for so long now.

Curling those fingers, she kept pumping them in and out as she rubbed shapes on my clit. My body involuntarily thrashed at how incredible it felt to be finally be touched. My walls already clenched around her in desperation.

I know the rules though.

I can't cum until she says.

My eyes shut as I threw my head back. I had no choice but to clench myself even tighter so I could hold back.

Despite that, I swear that I was dying and ascending to heaven as she increased her pace. She was going so fast you could actually hear her fingers sliding in and out mixing with my raspy moans. My hips pushed themselves up as my body was shaking. Every part of me was undeniably ready to break.

Still, I kept clenching myself, not ready to give up.

She suddenly pulled her fingers out of me. My eyes shot open in absolute disbelief as I looked at her, who was smiling all innocent.

I know I broke the rules, but that's just cruel.

“Open your mouth wide. I’m gonna ride that pretty face of yours,”She ordered.

Doing as I was told, I opened my mouth and even stuck my tongue out for her. She smirked as she crawled on me, her hands trailing down my sides. Stopping every few seconds, she pressed kisses all over my body while brushing her knee over my sensitive cunt, making me groan. Knowing what she was doing, she smirked against my skin before crawling up and positioning herself over my face.

Keeping my mouth open, I waited until she sat down. Firmly wrapping both her thighs around my head, she grinded on me as I darted my tongue in and out of her.

“Oh fucckk. Fuck, Y/N,”She moaned, moving herself back and forth. Her liquids started pooling in my mouth and around my face as I kept sucking her, swirling my tongue around her walls.

Letting out a louder moan, she squeezed my face as she started bouncing up and down. Pushing my face up despite the restraints, I didn't let her pussy leave me as I kept eating her out.

With raspy breaths, she moved up and down again before keeping herself still. I licked all over her clit in a circular motion, causing her to curse under her breath before releasing on me.

Staying there, she kept squeezing me with her thighs as I kept sucking on her. I don't even need oxygen anymore. I need her. I need Brenda.

After a moment she got off only to plop down on my chest. Reaching over, she grabbed my gag. I opened my mouth and she rolled up the fabric before shoving it in my mouth. I bit down.

When I did she started grinding on my skin, making me moan. By now I was an absolute waterfall for her, begging for her to touch me down there.

I watched her take her hands and start playing with her nipples as she rode my chest. I tried to rub my legs together to get some friction to help only for them to be forced to remain spread by the bounds. I whimpered the gag, but she paid it no attention as she increased her pace, her juices starting to spill on my tits.

“Oh fuck, oh god, ugh fuck,”She moaned as she kept bouncing. With her legs spread, she threw her head back as she squeezed her already hard nipples.

Letting out a shaky moan, her body tensed up as she came on my chest with some of it spilling on my neck.

She removed the gag and put it back at the table before crawling to my pussy. Staring at me, she sat with her legs spread and shoved three fingers inside herself. I whimpered at the sight as she swirled them around.

When she was done, she took them out and plunged them deep inside of me, making me cry out for a moment in pleasure. She laid on her stomach with her ass in the air as she stared at my dripping cunt. Curling her fingers, she kept pushing them in and out as I was shaking. She wore the most devilish grin as she watched me start breaking for her, barely even able to breathe.

Taking her thumb, she started rubbing circles on my clit. I yelled louder as I couldn't take it.

“Oh god Brenda, let me cum! Please, please, please let me cum! Please!”I begged.

Ignoring me, she increased her pace until I couldn't see.

“I can't hold it! Oh god, I can't fucking hold it!”I cried.

“Shut up while I fuck you,”She ordered.

“Please?! Please?! I-I-I can't hold it,”I explained, frantically thrashing around as she played with me like I was a toy. Like I was something meant just for her amusement.

She could play with me all damn day though, but that doesn't make it any easier right now.

“Pl-please?”I whimpered, my liquid's started to flow. Shutting my eyes, I clenched my walls as I groaned in desperation.

Suddenly, she removed her hands. As I opened my eyes with tears pouring down my cheeks she untied my legs before walking over and doing the same to my arms.

“Brenda, Brenda, ple-please?”I tried.

Not saying anything, she grabbed me and pulled me off the bed before shoving me on my knees. Slightly spreading her legs, she caressed my cheek before gesturing for me to go down on her again.

Despite the shameful wetness dripping between my legs and on the floor, despite the tears dripping down my cheeks, I did as she said. I pressed my face against her and kissed her clit as I was on my knees for her.

She let out a moan as I started licking up her slit. Holding my head, she pressed me into her as I tried to shove my tongue deep inside of her. I frantically swirled it around as she kept moaning. I weakly whimpered inside of her as she pushed her hips into me before climaxing on my face. I swallowed as much of her as I could before she pulled away.

Grabbing me, she picked me up and bent me over the bed on my stomach. As I laid there she tied my wrists behind my back, forcing me to stay still.

Standing behind me, she caressed my face before plunging her fingers back into me. I weakly whimpered as I buried my face in the mattress, tears streaming out. My legs were shaking as I wasn't even fully holding it. Drops of cum were dripping down my thighs as she kept using me.

“Do it. Cum,”She ordered.

Not needing to hear another word, I let the knot in my core release. My white, warm liquids came gushing out of me, flowing down my legs. My eyes were completely rolled to the back of my head as relief flooded every fiber of my being.

“Atta girl. Look how well you took it,”She grinned, untying my bounds. I gripped the sheets with my now free hands as I groaned and panted. “You took it so good, the way you always do,”She praised, kissing the back of my neck.

Just as you were relaxed she grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head up, making me whimper.

“You're not gonna break any more rules, right?”

“No ma’am,”I promised.

“Good,”She smiled, dropping my hair from her hand. As I sighed she scooped me up in her arms and cuddled me to her chest. My arms instinctively wrapped around her shoulders as I buried my face in her breasts. She stopped for a moment and looked down at me, at her pleasured mess of a woman.

“Brenda?”I whispered, my eyes shutting.

“Come on. It's bath time,”She sighed, carrying me in the bathroom. Gently and slowly, she set me in the tub before running your water.

She may an absolute animal in bed, but damn, she’s still so sweet when she’s not teasing and fucking me until I'm in tears.

I sighed in relief as I slightly moved forward, ready for her to sit behind you and wash me off.

[blankwashed]

Trouble

note: i wrote this smut when i was 12 (13 years ago, things were different LOL) so some of these things are gonna be cliche but i just wanna see if it fits with the change of character. i know satoru is 28 now (according to the manga) but let’s imagine the both of you are in university with uniforms since uniforms make everything sexier

“Let me touch you. Let me slowly roam your body, leaving marks everywhere. Let me suck your cock, making you moan and pull on my hair. I want to slowly tease you till you get aggressive and start being rough on my body. I want you to kneed my breasts till they turn red and suck on my nipples till they’re hard. Make me moan so loud, so loud till the neighbours from another block can hear us, so loud that people would start complaining. Your moans are music to my ears and I want to hear them all day and night. Fuck me from the front and cover my mouth, not letting me scream and make me beg for more.

I want you to put cream on my body and slowly lick me from top to bottom, not missing a spot. Lick and suck on my clit till it’s red and pulsing, I don’t care. I just want you. Insert your tongue, finger or whatever into my pussy and fuck me senseless till I can’t even walk anymore. I want you to make me feel so good I claw my nails on your back, till I’m grabbing the bed sheets till they’re torn.

Make your hot seeds explode inside me. I want to feel all my parts being taken over by you. Lick me clean like how I would lick your tongue and suck on it. Tie my arms and legs apart while you spank and squeeze my ass as hard as you can, Make me feel like I’m on seven heaven with the amazing pleasure you give me. Whisper dirty words into my ear to turn me on. Oh, I need you so bad now just fuck me Satoru Gojo,” ……. your teacher read out loud for the entire class to listen.

You were heavily blushing till the point where you felt like fainting. Even Satoru kept his head low in shame.

You were caught writing a note to your boyfriend during singing class while he was performing.

“ y/n, Satoru Gojo. Suspension for 2 weeks,”

It wasn’t better that the teacher that caught you was the principal. You looked at Satoru who casted his eyes down while feeling terrible for causing him trouble.

He was already student that was notorious for stunts like these.

You wrote another note to him, “I’ll make it up at home, I’m so sorry…”

But at that time when you tried to sneak it to him, your principal snatched it from you. He read it out loud and as you blushed again he said, “3 weeks!”

Class was dismissed, people were chuckling among their peers and pointed fingers at you. Ugh, utter shame.

Satoru tried to make the best out of it as always, “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault,”. This was the problem with him, he’s always too kind! Wanting to take the fall for those who he loves.

“Its my fault okay?!” You shouted and sighed. He pushed me against the walls and stared into my eyes.

You looked down at his pants and back into his blue eyes.

“It was the note, wasn’t it..” you sighed. He came closer to me smirking and you walked backwards. Your back hit the janitor’s closet and you gulped. Toru opened the door behind you, causing you to fall but he caught you in his arms.

“Don’t you know that if we get caught, the suspension might turn into us getting EXPELLED?!” you shouted at him but he didn’t bother. All he did was to further lock the door. “It’s soundproof here, no one can hear anything from the outside,” he said and shifted a few mops away. It’s the janitor’s closet anyway.

You stared at him in disbelief, “And how do you know that?”

“Geto told me,” he said innocently and pouted.

“How the fuck would that little bastard know— Oh God, Satoru. We are not having sex in a place that he and my best friend had sex in,” you pushed him aside and reached for the doorknob. You twisted it a couple of times but it wouldn’t budge.

“Hello, y/n!” you heard a familiar voice outside. “SUGURU GETO YOU RELEASE THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” you yelled on the top of your voice. But of course, he couldn’t hear you. “I’m not letting this door go until Satoru tell me to, and for your information, your best friend was the one who wanted to do it here alright,” Geto said and you cringed. Who knew that your best friend was so kinky?

Your midst of thoughts were interrupted when Satoru’s sly hands wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“SUGURU GETO YOU LET GO OF THE DOOR THIS INSTANT!” you shouted on the top of your lungs and kicked the door but of course, it wouldn’t budge.

“You can’t escape babe. Let’s just enjoy this,” he cooed into my ear and it sent shivers down your spine.

You gave into him because honestly, what could you do? “You naughty bastard,”

Suguru was definitely not going to open the door and you were trapped with a horny monster. You grabbed him by his tie and pulled him closer to your face. He smiled after seeing your good response.

“Like as if you’re any better. You were the one who wrote a dirty note to me during class,” he lowered the sides of your blazer to your shoulders. “Wait, why are you wearing a smaller uniform?” he asked you, noticing it was a lot smaller. “My sister took mine, she was rushing to her class…” you sulked and noticed Satoru staring at your chest. The buttons were about to pop, the uniform was truly tighter.

“I’ll thank your sister when I send you home,” he said and used his teeth to unbutton your shirt. His teeth were touching in all the spaces that made you push your chest out. You wanted to find more pleasure fast but he’s not going to make it that easy for you. “Nu uh~ we’re taking this the long way,” he teased, making you groan.

Suguru whined from the outside, “Toru, can you make this quick? My hands really fucking hurt from holding the door,”

After unbuttoning your shirt, Satoru wasn’t able to hold it in anymore. He undid his pants and slid them down. His cock was large, larger than you could remember. Immediately, you knew what you needed to do.

“Make feel good, y/n. Like you always do,” he moaned and you swore you got even more wet.

Since your shirt was removed, you slid his length into your cleavage. “Oh babe, fuck you..” he moaned and leaned against the wall, hands balled into fists. Your upper body moved spreading his pre-cum around your boobs, clearly he wasn’t satisfied. He wasn’t satisfied with the speed. “Take me in babe,” he pleaded and gabbed your hair.

You licked the tip and formed circles with your tongue around his tip before taking him in. Your tongue licked him in pleasuring circles while bobbing your head. “You bitch, I love you,” he moaned and came into your mouth. You weren’t keen on swallowing so when you found an empty plastic bag lying around you spat into it.

Something else was happening outside.

“Oh Suguru, what are you doing here?” Naomi, Suguru’s girlfriend, and your best friend asked him as she spotted him from afar guarding the door.

“Uh, nothing…” he scratched the back of his head. She furrowed her eyebrows and walked closer to him. “What are you hiding from me?” she tried to peek over his shoulders.

“Nothing babe, I was just resting,” he lied.

“In front of the janitor’s closer..I don’t think so…” she squinted her eyes at him. He gulped and sighed. “Fine. Satoru and y/n are getting it on inside there and I’m guarding the door,” he admitted. “Aye you could’ve just told me, we do it in there all the time,” she walked away, leaving a blushing Suguru.

Back in the closet.

Satoru released your bra strap and brought both of them down. “Beautiful as always,” he kissed you and without even asking from entrance, you opened your mouth to let his tongue in.

He trailed his lips and tongue all the way down to your neck, licking, bitting and sucking. You were a helpless moaning mess. He reached for your breasts and stared at them for a second before diving in between your bosoms. Using his large hands, he massaged them hardly. He sucked on the perked nipple harshly, making you shout in pain. As he stopped sucking, he kissed your abused peaks.

After climbing over you, he forced 3 fingers into your mouth. “Mfmfmfmmmmm,” you were confused. Without even waiting for a repsonse, Satoru thrusted his fingers into your mouth, wiggling it and coating it in saliva. With his other skilled fingers, he swiftly removed your skirt and panties.

Satoru plunged the fingers inside your wet pussy after feeling it was wet enough. You screamed and tears fell from your eyes. Satoru kissed you softly and thrusted slowly inside, stretching you out. “Faster, Toru…” you moaned and gripped on his shirt.

Your hands fumbled with his buttons while he was still thrusting. By accident, your finger nails accidentally grazed on his nipples which made him moan loudly. “I—I’m…” with that said, you came onto his fingers. He licked them clean and smirked at you, knowing what was coming right next…

“FUCK!” you shrieked in pain. He groaned at your skin on skin contact and let you adjust to his size before he started to move. Satoru’s thrusts were slow yet pleasuring. It was too slow for you to take. You slowly pushed him down and you were on top of him. Holding on to his broad arms, you felt your stomach tightening while your sped up. “y-y/n…hurry…” he moaned.

As you came a tad early, Satoru wasn’t even close to finishing. He was frustrated and came on top of you once again, trying to chase his high. His thrusts were fast, making you want to cum again. “S-Satoru…” you moaned and the both of you finally had an orgasm together.

He lay beside you and stared into your eyes. “Best one yet,” he kissed your nose and you smiled lightly. You were definitely tired. It was once of the most vigorous love you’ve ever made with him.

“We should get out now,” he said but I pulled him down. “I’m tired…” you groaned and pouted. “Nu-uh boo, no groaning. You don’t want me to be excited again,” he grinned and brought you up,

He dressed you up while you didn’t have to do a thing. “I love you so much,” you said and pecked his lips. He was too caring, too good. “Anything for you babe.” he threw a flying kiss to you. Toru made sure he cleaned up the area full of his cum before kicking the door, telling Suguru to open the door.

“Jeez, finally!” Suguru cheered. “FRESH FUCKING AIR!” I breathed and stretched. “Come on Toru, we have a class to get to. Not sure how I’m going to be able to perform spells being this tired though,” you limped next to him and clung onto his arm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the sensei you fell down and sprained your ankle,” he kissed your nose, making you chuckle.

“Cheesy as fuck,” Suguru crossed his arms and scoffed. As soon as you left, your best friend popped out of no where. “Sugu…” she moaned and pushed him inside closet once again. Clearly looking for some fun. As soon as she pushed Suguru down to the ground, ready to feast on him, she spotted the plastic bag filled with Satoru’s cum that you spat out.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!” she shouted so loud that you bet the soundproof walls weren’t of help.

(i wrote a sequel kind of but i changed the character to suguru here)

HAHAHAHAHA IM CRYING IS THIS EVEN FIC WORTHY HAHAHA i was 14 please forgive me. i feel its not that bad? like wow i was a fucked up kid then HAHAHA.

[criticalsucc]

a lazy afternoon in bed, curtains drawn to filter the light. you’re lying facedown on the sheets, head cradled in the soft pillows. and i’m above you, thighs braced on either side of your hips.

naked skin warms against naked skin. gentle pressure on the muscles of your back, up and down your spine, slowly, methodically. my palms working the tension out with care and love, occasionally wandering around the side with grazing touches. what fun, if not to tease you a little?

your hair is tied up, exposing that beautiful and vulnerable neck. i can’t help but lean down to place my lips on you. lingering kisses, almost maddeningly so, meandering down from you hairline, to the nape, to your shoulders. kisses progress to nibbles, nibbles progress to bites. i want so badly to mark you, but i’ll claim you in other ways.

i feel you shudder and squirm underneath me. my lips skip back up their previous trail, but this time to your ear. i do not speak, however. i do not whisper, i simply…purrr, with desire, with lust. my palms slip from your shoulders, searching down your ribs, over your waist, to your hips where they settle, and grasp. i knead you in my grip while my hot breath caresses your cheek. “may i touch you? will you give yourself to me? may i have you?”

i watch the grin creep across the exposed half of your face as you nod subtly against the cotton fabric of our our private heaven.

with purpose, but not haste, my hands burrow between you and the mattress. one moves to your breasts, the other between your legs. my arms envelope your soft curves as i tease you from both angles, dancing around the centers of pleasure you want so badly for me to touch.

i adore the noises you make, so needy, so very cute. i could listen to them for hours, but i’m not so cruel. i’m lying fulling across your naked back now as one set of fingers teases a nipple while the other slips between your folds. you feel my voice, a voice i reserve only for moments like this, vibrating through my chest and into you as i release a moan muffled into your shoulder blade.

and you can feel the reason why, growing, stiffening, pushing ever so gently between your thighs. your heat radiates against me, and mine against you.

i shift forward, mouth searching for your ear again, as if to ask another question. but your tilting hips and bitten lip give me the answer before i can even ask it.

the head of my cock rests against your entrance now. the hand on your clit retreats, only temporarily, to help guide me to you. i use it to slide the tip back and forth between your lips, picking up the wetness you’ve been leaking under my touch.

and as my forehead rests against your upper spine, my legs flex, my spine rounds, my stomach tightens, and i slide as far as i can into your warm cunt.

i want you, my love, my dearest treasure. not to possess you, but to experience you, in all your wonder. i want to touch you, i want to taste you, i want to breathe you into my soul, and i want to fuck you lovingly.

[rosielou94]

In the Early Morning Light - Father Rudra Khatri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight NSFW, angst, mentions of a death of a child (the incident that brought Khatri to the Town)

Follow up to:

Long Lonely Nights By Candlelight

The Town was peaceful this morning, as the first rays of sunshine peaked over the horizon. The streets were still deserted, everyone staying barricaded inside their homes until the sun was higher in the sky and the Townsfolk were sure they were safe. You lay in a groggy haze of sleepy pleasure, the last highs of your orgasm warming your body. Your legs were entwined with Rudra’s, your bodies pressed closed together in the small confines of his single bed. The sheets were a scattered mess on the floor, your clothes laying long forgotten among them.

“I need to get to the diner soon,” you whispered, smiling as Rudra tenderly kissed the tips of your fingers, the palms of your hands. His salt and pepper hair was a mess, his eyes heavy with sleep and lust as he gripped your hips and kissed you. There was so much love in the way he touched you; you were his entire world and even after two months, he still found himself unable to believe you really wanted him. “Five more minutes,” he pleaded, trailing his fingertips over your stomach and along the delicate skin of your breasts. “Father Khatri,” you teased, pressing yourself up onto one elbow so you could look into his soft brown eyes. “so needy.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, smoothing down his hair. You wished you could stay like this forever, in the safety of the church, with the man you loved more than anything in the world.

As much as you wanted to stay, you had a shift in the diner to start. Tian Chen would be opening the doors soon, and if you weren’t there, she’d give you hell. You’d been on the receiving end of Tian Chen’s wrath only once before and that was more than enough to ensure you were never late again. “Stop by for breakfast?” you asked, as you reluctantly pulled away and began the search for your underwear. “I’ll try,” he smiled. He always felt guilty taking time for himself, even just to eat. Every single person in this Town was in turmoil, battling their inner demons and Rudra felt it was his duty to be there for every single member of the community. Even those who weren’t religious would come by from time to time to vent their frustrations, or to ask whether this was Hell and what had they done to deserve a place here?

Rudra leant back against the headboard and watched you dress, your curves perfectly silhouetted in the early morning light that peaked through the curtains. This town was hell , but you were his little slice of heaven. His salvation amid the madness.   “You need to eat.” Your voice broke through his thoughts, and the way you stood at the foot of the bed with your hands on your hips and your face moulded into the most beautiful scowl, Rudra couldn’t help by smile. “I’m serious!” you huffed. “You can’t be listening to other people’s problems on an empty stomach.” You sat down on the edge of the bed and took his hand in yours. “You need to take care of yourself. If you won’t do it for yourself, please do it for me.” You’d known Rudra for a year now, and he always seemed to put himself last on the list of priorities. He'd skip meals so he could comfort those in the Town who were struggling, hearing their deepest, darkest sins as they bid to understand why they’d been placed in this living nightmare. He would torture himself over the loss of each life, as if he were responsible for the monsters who ripped your fellow Townspeople limb from limb in the dead of night. You could never quite understand why Rudra put so much pressure on himself.

With one last kiss, you left the warm embrace of the Priest, leaving him on his rickety single bed, his thoughts swirling. You often asked why he neglected his basic needs, why he put everyone before himself. He thought of it often, in the dead of night as you slept next to him, your body cradled against his. Not one day passed when he didn’t think of that poor young boy in his congregation, of the brutal way his life was cut short at the hands of his own father, of that goddamn chocolate bar Rudra thought was a suitable substitution for the safety that boy so desperately needed. That was why Rudra put himself last; he had to repent for failing that poor, innocent boy who so desperately needed his help. He’d never told a soul about what had happened. Any evidence of that night was buried in a field where no one would find it. He was scared of what would happen if he admitted his sins to you. He was sure you’d leave him and that terrified him more than the creatures that came out at night. It was selfish, he understood that, but he loved you so fiercely it almost hurt.

Boyd had told him on more than one occasion that he was a terrible priest, and Rudra believed him. He’d forgone his vow of celibacy, choosing to take pleasure in your body when he should be devoting his life to God and helping others. He’d failed to save a child who had come to him for help, and he’d taken the life of a man. It didn’t matter that the man was the one who had pushed that boy to come to Rudra in the first place. Murder was a sin, one that he had committed so violently with his bare hands. Sometimes, Rudra wondered if God was messing with him. Whether he’d brought you to him as a slice of heaven, and he planned on taking you away to teach him a lesson. He’d spent many sleepless nights wondering why he was here, but he had no answers. God had a plan for him, he was sure, but he had no idea whether he was paying for his sins or being given a chance to redeem himself. All he knew was that for as long as he had you and the people of this Town, he would keep you all safe. He would never again allow himself to fail anyone the way he had failed that boy. Maybe, just maybe, if he saved the people of this Town, God would allow him to keep you by his side.

[crossroadsandloudmusic]

Hey y’all I’m back!! Ok so this past week and a half I’ve been GRINDING on animal crossing but besides that I’ve also been writing. This is the request fic for the anon wanting a fic about Uzui🥰 love that man. Anyways, Anon if you are out there this is for you bby. I kinda went a little wild with the yandere themes I seriously hope you enjoy it!! I’ll add the original post underneath here.

Warnings: ok so fairly Yandere, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, stalking, yk typical stuff

if any of this bothers you, DONT READ

MINORS DNI THIS AINT FOR YOU

y’all please enjoy request are always open!!

criticism/tips welcome!!!!

a little side note, when I write yandere rengoku I always imagine him as Darwin from that one episode of amazing world of gumball, where gumball wears a dress to school and he falls in love with him.

“You don’t know what you're missing out on, (Y/n).” Spoke a sultry voice from behind you. 

“Not now, Tengen. I’m sharpening my blade.” You warned as you skillfully glided your sword across the whetstone. Several months before you had caught the hashira’s eye. Not only were you a fearsome warrior but you were a flashy one at that. You wore a bright (y/f/c) haori over your drab slayer uniform, your nails were painted dazzling colors, glistening jewelry hung from your wrist and neck, and you wore rings on every finger. Even your sword was adorned with jewels. How could you not catch his attention? Soon enough Tengen became infatuated with you, going so far as to tell his wives about you and how he hoped you would join them. And although the two of you seemed like a match made in heaven you had been denying his marriage proposals and avoiding him all together. He would corner you whenever he had the chance, whether it be on a mission or not. During Hashira meetings he would seat himself somewhere in your proximity; beside you so he could “accidentally'' brush your thigh with his hand, or behind you so you could feel his wandering eyes tracing your body. This was often his favorite method, he would walk closely behind you so he could tell of all the joy and pleasure that is to be had when you are his wife. He would spare no details as he retold the wild nights that were spent at his estate; especially the ones spent in between his sheets. 

Today was no different. You could feel his presence behind you as you continued on your sword, desperately trying to act uninterested. But Tengen was smarter than that, he knew if he kept this up you’d eventually get flustered and demand that he leave you alone. During your frustration he’d see the deep blush that spread across the cheeks, and that was more than enough evidence to prove that you had felt a little more strongly than you had been letting on. 

He was right. He was right in the thought that you had more feelings for him and his wives. But you enjoyed the chase so why give in so soon?

“You don’t have to keep lying to me, I know you want me.” He said, his voice deep as he spoke close to the shell of your ear. 

Just his words sent a shiver down your spin and to your knees. You hadn’t realized he had gotten so close to you. You sighed and set your sword down.

“Tengen. You got one more chance before I’m kicking you out of my shed.” You warned once again. You silently kicked yourself for going into your shed thinking he wouldn’t follow you. Now he has you trapped. 

“Oh, one more chance? Maybe you enjoy my company a little more than you would like to admit.” Tengen said into your ear with a tone of voice that could melt anyone. 

“That’s it!” You yelled as you dropped your sword and shoved Tengen through the door. He flew back into the door and it swung open harshly. He landed on the ground with a dud and began to laugh cheerfully. 

“If you wanted to touch me, all you had to do was ask.” He said, propping his arm on his bent knee. 

To this, you scowled and slammed the door back closed. You scanned the floor and retrieved your sword with the intent to finish sharpening it when a soft knock came from the door and Tengen's voice followed. 

“I’ll see you soon, (y/n). Remember my offer still stands.” He said before disappearing from the door. 

Quietly you let out a sigh and small laugh. You knew he’d be back, whether it be tomorrow or sometime in the following week; he’d be back. 

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It was a beautiful evening to be out on the town. The air was warm with a crisp breeze which kept you comfortable. The town’s lights could be seen from miles away, glorious lanterns lined the streets and hung from every entrance. The people were all lively and laughing with one another above the cacophony of music. It truly was a wonderful place to be. 

You wandered the streets shopping and making conversation with acquaintances. You were almost a local hero in the district, because of a demon slaying that had taken place in the middle of town a year or two before. Then you had only been kinoe and the demon you faced had been the strongest you had fought up until that point. It was a terribly long and brutal fight but you arose from the ashes victorious. To reward your bravery and your willingness to sacrifice your own life for others, the merchants of the town showered you with lavish items. Before then you hadn’t had the flair for outrageous looks but since that day you had worn their gifts with pride. Never leaving your estate or going on a mission without your flamboyant attire. 

Because of your appearance you were easy to find in a crowd, which was perfect for an evening such as this one. 

Once in a blue moon, the hashira would gather together and celebrate the demon slayer corps. It was less of celebration and more of a temporary escape from the burden that the hashira have to carry. Life was hard for all, and the probability that you were someday going to die in battle was higher than any other fate. But for a few hours you could pretend to be the young adults you really were, instead of the hero’s that swore to protect the lives of the innocent even if it meant sacrificing yours. Perhaps in another life you all could meet again, somewhere different, somewhere safe. 

You turned and scanned the sea of people searching for familiar faces. You searched for towering figures or wildly colorful hair but none were seen. You sighed, frustrated from your struggle. If you didn’t find them soon you’d be late, so you decided to jump into action. 

You climbed to the top of the building you were supposed to meet your fellow hashira and began to search for them once again. You’d spot any one of them soon, and you had to admit this little idea of yours was very clever. You laughed triumphantly as you sat on the building’s peak, you knew that as soon as the hashira caught sight of you on top of the building that they would all have a laugh. Even more than that Kyojuro would climb up to collect you; he had a way of making you feel as if you were delicate although you were every bit as strong as he was. In fact he made it a point to be tender towards you; sweet words, and soft gestures were always a constant. You hadn’t thought about much before, but now as the thought rose, you began to ponder Kyojuro’s actions. He was always so kind to you, almost it seemed, in a romantic way. He wasn’t nearly as blunt as Tengen but the interest was still present. The thought of Rengoku as a partner wasn’t an unpleasant one. He was handsome, kind, strong, and held tight to his morals. Then again something about Kyojuro made you feel...less? He comes from a line of flame pillars, it’s in his blood to be who he is. And who were you? A warrior born out of necessity? The only reason you were a slayer was because of your family. They had been brutally slaughtered along with most of your village that night, and as a result of this tragedy you vowed that you’d kill a demon for every life that had been taken that fateful night. Now as you sat on top of the roof your mind wandered from thought to thought although you should have been watching the ground below. You couldn’t help but get carried away by the serenity above the chaos. 

During your peaceful escape, three figures watched you intently. One on the balcony of a neighboring building, one in the alley below, and the other behind you, all three concealed by the dark. Maybe if you weren’t distracted by your own thoughts you would have sensed them, but then again, they meant you no harm so why not let them be. 

On the street directly in front of the building, the hashira gathered and waited impatiently for your arrival. Most concerned as you had promised to be there before them, but others were aggravated by your tardiness. One person who didn’t seem to be distressed at all happened to Tengen. He seemed cheerful and lively as talked with the others, when they brought your name up he only laughed assuring them you’d be there any second. But he already knew you were there, in fact he knew you were perched on top of the building enjoying the night air. He had eyes in the sky so to speak, his devoted birds watching you carefully; hoping that soon you’d join their flock.

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Soon everyone, except you were ushered inside, you had planned ahead and made a reservation so if they were to arrive before you did they’d at least wouldn’t have to wait on the street. As Rengoku made his way into the establishment a gleam caught his eye, when he looked to see where the light had come from his eyes met your relaxed form on the roof. He smiled and stepped back out onto the street to see if he could get a better look at you. Tengen noticed Rengoku’s actions and turned to him.

“Kyojuro, aren’t you coming inside? (Y/n) will be here in a bit, you don’t have to sit out and wait for-“ before Tengen could finish Kyojuro smiled and pointed up, Tengen stepped out of the doorway and came to where he was standing and looked. Right as rain, his wives were correct. You sat at the top of the roof completely oblivious to everyone below. A slight tug pulled at Tengen’s heart seeing you up there, eyes closed, leaned on one hand and your legs dangling off the edge enjoying the moment. Your jewelry glistened in the light and your hair danced in the soft wind. 

‘Such a wonderful sight’ Tengen thought to himself as he silently admired you from afar. But then Tengen’s thoughts were interrupted by Kyojuro’s voice. 

“I’ll go up and get (Y/n). We will be down in just a minute.” Kyojuro said as he too stood and watched you. 

Love and admiration were now replaced by jealousy in Tengen’s chest. 

‘You’ll go get her?’ Tengen thought to himself as he looked at Kyojuro whose fiery eyes hadn’t left you once. Not noticing the larger mans scowl, Rengoku laughed and said, 

“They’re wild aren’t they?” 

To this Tengen scoffed and proceeded towards the entrance.

“Yeah it takes the right man to tame someone like that.” Tengen said before kindly glaring at Kyojuro. Tengen disappeared inside and left Kyojuro standing in the street. The personal jab went unnoticed by Kyojuro, and after a little while longer, he too began to climb to the top. 

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The sound of someone breathing heavily caught your attention, immediately you stood up. You relaxed when you saw the bright haired man peek up from the edge of the roof, a large smile plastered across his face. 

“Kyojuro! You scared me! What are you doing up here?” You asked as you helped him up the rest of the way. As if he really needed your help getting up, but he didn’t mind as it was an excuse to hold your hand even for a second. 

“We all arrived a few minutes ago, and before I walked inside I spotted you all the way up here.” Kyojuro said, still grasping your hand.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry! I guess I got carried away being up here!” You apologized. 

“It is...peaceful up here.” Said Kyojuro as he looked up towards the stars; shining so brightly. 

“Very beautiful as well.” He spoke again, before turning to look at you. 

“Yeah it is…” you said as you gazed across the vast sea of light through every street. Although you didn’t know it Kyojuro memorized every part of you, in his eyes you were the brightest star in the sky. 

“Let’s go ahead and get down, I don’t want to keep everyone waiting!” You said before running and jumping off the edge. Kyojuro watched as your foot left the roof and you leapt to the street below. He too jumped and as he fell he watched how gracefully you landed. Together the two of you walked inside and made your way to greet everyone. 

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The inside of the building was gorgeous, at least to you it was. To others it seemed a bit much, but here was your home away from home; the first real place you felt accepted. As you walked in an older man came to greet you, he bowed and gestured for both you and Kyojuro to follow him. He led you to the room you had requested and slid open the door, inside you saw all the hashira minus you and Kyojuro sitting; enjoying fresh cups of tea. You walked in and greeted everyone while simultaneously apologizing for your late arrival, then you took an open seat next to Tengen, which boosted his confidence quite a bit. On your otherside Rengoku managed to squeeze in between you and Mitsuri; much to her dismay, nevertheless she’d find a way to chat with you. Tengen noticed how eager Rengoku was to sit next to you and it only intensified his feelings of jealousy. He also noticed how you didn’t seem to mind the flame pillar presence and even seemed to be enjoying his company. 

Through the orchestra of conversations being had by everyone, Tengen remained silent as he specifically listened to yours and Kyojuros. 

“Kyojuro! Try this! It’s amazing!” You’d exclaim as you held out your cup of tea you had ordered. To which he would grasp your cup and taste it and yell,

“Delicious!” His voice was so booming it shook the foundation. You’d then erupt into laughter, and smack him playfully. 

“You really like it that much?” You’d say afterwards he’d reply, 

“I loved it!” 

Tengen watched from the corner of his eye all the little things you did. When you would laugh your hand never failed to land on his knee, when you looked at Rengoku your eyes were filled with admiration, you’d twirl your hair and brush it behind your ear when he spoke to you. It was terrible, all of it. It made his stomach turn and his chest burn. Here you are sitting next to your future husband openly flirting with another man?! How dare you! 

Tengen had finally had enough when you rested your head against Kyojuro’s shoulder. Quickly his arm snuck around your waist yanked you beside him. You turned to shoot him a glare but you were caught off guard seeing his usual devilish grin. As you stared up to the large man a soft blush spread across your face. Uzui was intimidating and you had to admit it was attractive. Having a man of his size manhandling you sent an all too familiar shiver up your spine, the same one you got when Uzui would corner you and tell you of all the filthy things that could be yours. All you had to do was say yes. 

Tengen leaned down until his lips grazed the soft skin of your neck.

“Giving everyone else your attention but me?” He whispered in a low voice that made your knees weak. 

“Perhaps you should refrain from flirting with Rengoku so openly. It might give him the wrong idea.” He whispered once more. 

Feeling a bit more confident in yourself you turned to him, your lips only inches apart. 

“And what idea would that be, Uzui?” You asked in a smart mouthed manner. 

Uzui’s smile got wider as he leaned in even closer, his hand now harshly gripping your thigh. 

“That you belong to anyone else but me.” Your heart fluttered and your body began to tingle. Tengen then smiled and released your thigh from his iron grip. He saw the way you melt under him, the way you faltered to his touch. No one else would have, as if anyone else deserves you. You were his and his alone; he had no problem ensuring that it stayed that way. Even if it meant defying the demon slayer corps. 

Tengen’s reaction ignited a fire within you. Denying his proposals and playing hard to get was fun, but he always knew it was just that. Playful, innocent, just fun. But his reaction towards your affection at Kyojuro made you realize that he was serious. He was willing to exalt any and every method needed to keep you in his possession. And this excited you. Seeing his demeanor change from his normal flirty, playful, manner to possessive and jealous, made you hungry. Made you hungry for more. You wanted to see just how far you could push it and just how far Uzui would go. 

It wouldn’t be long before you had your answer. 

After the celebration had ended you and the other pillars filed out into the street. Together you all chatted and said your goodbyes before you made your way home; presumably alone. As you walked down the crowded streets a hand grabbed your shoulder and spinned you around. For half a second your body tensed at thought it may have been Tengen coming to punish you for your actions earlier but instead stood Rengoku smiling ear to ear. 

“Rengokusan?! You scared me! Did you need something?” You asked a little relieved seeing that it had been him, although part of you was disappointed it hadn’t been Tengen coming to reclaim what was rightfully his. 

“I need you not to walk home by yourself! I’m going to accompany you!” Kyojuro exclaimed as he held out his arm so that you could interlock yours in his. Hesitantly you curled your hand into the pit of his elbow. Together you began to stroll out of town and down the dirt road to your home. 

“You know, Kyojuro, I’m a hashira like you. I don’t need you to protect me.” You said playfully. This earned you a soft laugh from Kyojuro as the two of you continued down the path. 

“I’m aware you are more than capable of protecting yourself. I wanted an excuse to be close to you.” Kyojuro said not to take his eyes away from the road. Kyojuro had seen the interaction between you and Tengen. In fact he had seen most of them. He had seen Tengen follow you home, heard him propose, heard him tell you the terribly dirty things he’d do to you if you agreed, he had seen him corner you and touch you. All of it, he had seen it all and it disgusted him. Tengen treated you, and all his women for that matter, as trophies. If you were his you’d only be a doll in his collection, nothing more than an item for his flamboyance. It made Kyojuro sick just thinking about it. You deserved to be worshiped, to be protected at all cost, to have all the love and affection a man can give without fighting for it between three other girls. Tengen couldn’t possibly handle a spouse like you. He was right it does take a certain man to tame someone like you, and it wasn't a man like him. 

The two of you continued to walk in silence. You noticed the tension oozing off of Kyojuro, his muscles taunt and flexed to the point they’d seem to tear. Every sound made from the surrounding woods he’d turn his head quickly to see where it came from. He scanned the woods as if he was searching for something or someone. His body on edge; ready for battle. You saw how anxious he seemed and questioned it, 

“Kyojuro? Is something the matter? You seem really on edge?”

Kyojuro smiled and replied,

“I’m fine! I’m just keeping an eye out just in case!” 

You could see the cracks forming on his calm exterior. The thought of Kyojuro being so alert made you slightly anxious, subconsciously you checked your surroundings as well. 

You watched the horizon and soon your home came into view. On the engawa you released Kyojuro’s arm and bid him farewell. You could see he was reluctant to leave but aided by your polite shooing he made his way back to the road. As far as you knew, Kyojuro was on his way back to the Rengoku estate and Tengen was at home at his estate. Finally you were alone. 

Entering your bedroom you found your usual evening attire laying on the floor next to your futon. You made quick work of your uniform just to be comfortable until morning, as you put on your night clothes you could feel your body relaxing into the familiar fabric. After getting dressed you pulled the covers back on your bed and then proceeded to lay on the beckoning cushions. As you laid down your body melted into your bed, it shocked you how tense you had been. Tonight your mind didn’t have the chance to ponder the events of the past hours, instead sleep overtook you as soon as you settled into the perfect sleeping position. 

Your slumber was peaceful till there came a sound from outside. The faintest of sounds, a twig snapping, a branch bending, something any normal person would have never heard. Yet it roused you from your slumber on high alert. Immediately you unsheathed your katana and bolted outside. In the cold grass of morning you stood ready for any attack, in fact you welcomed it. 

“Show yourself!” You called into the dark air. Any other night sounds in the wilderness would have went unprovoked by you but tonight was different. You could sense another being in your presence. Although it did not seem that they had malicious intent with you, you decided you weren’t going to wait and find out. 

Your eyes scanned the woods for movement yet none was seen. But just as soon as you began to question whether you had been overreacting, a piercing whistle flew past your ear. Instinctively you ran for cover and as you did more and more whistling objects flew past you. Quickly you ran underneath the oning of the engawa. On the ground laid thin bamboo needles, all of which were scattered from three different directions. Needles from above, needles from the left, and needles from the right. As you began to investigate the needles, sounds could be heard from all three directions. This was no longer one person but three. Three different sets of footsteps, three different breaths. In an effort to level the playing field you ran to the middle of the yard and raised your blade. As quickly as you made your way off the engawa you vaulted into the air. Soaring upwards into the cool air your drew in a deep breath, making your descent you whispered to yourself,

“(Y/b/t)...first form…(n/of/m).” As you made contact with the earth your katana swung and sliced the ground, as it did ripples of light and sound shook the ground. The trees trembled and the foundation of your home swayed from the impact, in the ground below your sword was a massive crater. You turned and watched as the world shuddered around you from the shockwaves, and as it did three figures fell to the ground. Immediately you ran to reveal the identity of these persons; the one that had fallen from a nearby tree began to make a run for it. You pursued after the mystery assailant and once you were in range your arms wrapped around their waist and hoisted them into the air. A terribly loud shriek came from the person as you held them up, and the reaction made you giggle internally. 

‘This person was just shooting at me with darts! And now they are crying because I picked them up?’ You thought to yourself as you turned around to see if you could get a glimpse of the other two. Much to your surprise the both of them stood in front of you, waiting to see what your next move would be. Seeing that now the move was yours, you held the person in your grasp tighter and announced,

“Reveal yourselves, and I'll let them go! If not I’ll-” before you could say another word the most sorrowful wail came from the person you held. 

“(Y/n) it’s me, Suma! Please let me go!” She cried. Hearing the familiar voice and name you gently set them on to the grass. Quivering, they removed the solid black mask revealing they truly were Suma. Suma looked up at you with eyes filled with tears.

“Suma? What’s going on?” You asked in a forgiving tone. This was quite the confusing situation for everyone involved. 

“We-we-we were going to kidnap you!” She managed to wail in between sobs, tears wetting your clothes. You embraced her and let her continue crying into your shoulder. 

“Hey! You aren’t supposed to tell her what we are doing!” Yelled one of the assailants as they too removed their mask. Underneath was Makio and she paid you no mind as she chastised Suma. 

Lastly Hinatsuru removed her mask. After calming Suma, you stood to face the three of them. 

“You three were trying to kidnap me?” You asked, giving each one a glance. Suma began to sniffle again, while clinging to Makio. 

“Why?” You asked, but in reality you already knew. This was because of your interactions with Rengoku. Tengen had put the girls up to kidnapping you and bringing you back to him. The thought was almost sweet, the girls were so devoted to Tengen they’d do anything he asked. Still, if Tengen wanted you that badly, he’d have to take you.

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After several hours of the girls attempting to persuade (begging) you to come back with them, you politely declined and said that if Tengen wanted you that badly he’d have to come take you himself. Both Makio and Suma seemed cross with the idea they’d have to return without you but Hinatsuru was intrigued to say the least. In fact she pressed you more about what you wanted to say to Tengen the next time she saw him.

“Do you want me to tell him that? Word for word?” She asked with a sly smile on her face that made you a bit unsettled. Still you held face, and replied,

“Tell him what you like, I won’t be such an easy catch.” 

Although you remained a confident exterior, Hinatsuru’s willingness made you think that if and when Tengen did arrive it would be a much quicker interaction than you would like to give yourself credit for. Tengen was strong, he exhibited that the previous evening. Still though, didn’t you have a chance? You knew the answer and somehow the idea of Tengen taking you didn’t seem so bad. Perhaps you liked the idea, possibly more than you knew. Nevertheless, the girls made their way home and you settled in for the morning, slightly exhausted by the fact you had spent the early hours of the morning preventing your own kidnapping. Sleepy, you drug yourself back into bed and plan on spending late morning and early afternoon snoring. No further into your slumber than you were, when you heard a knock coming from the door. Tired and quite honestly a little irritated, you made your way to the door once more. But before you could unleash your rage on the poor person at your door, it swung open in such a force it caused you to fall back on to the matted floor. Before your groggy mind could wrap itself around the situation, two arms lifted you from the floor and a mad dash was made out of your home and into the woods. You began to resist and kick as you tried to break free, the grip on your waist was iron tight. You looked at your captor and it was Kyojuro Rengoku. 

“Rengokusan, I’m tired, please take me back home, I’m not in the mood for the surprise training today.” You said as you tapped his back; he had thrown you over his shoulder to maintain a better grip on you. Yet Kyojuro kept running, even when you questioned him and tried to break free from him.

“Kyojuro, I’m serious. Put me down, I’m not playing.” You said, he didn’t even acknowledge you besides when he kept you in place. 

“Kyojuro! Put me down!” You warned with venom in your words. Reluctantly Kyojuro slowed and then set you back on your feet. 

Mad didn’t begin to describe what you were feeling. 

“Kyojuro! Where are we?! I told you I didn’t feel up to any training! Why are we out here?! And why did you kick down my door?!” You screamed, then Kyojuro turned to you and gently began examining you. First he started with your hands and arms, then he lowered himself to investigate your feet and legs.

“What are you doing?!” You asked as his rough hands  ran over your body. Without answering any of your questions Kyojuro stood up. 

“Take off your clothes.” Kyojuro said. 

“What?!” You asked, Kyojuro’s face was deathly serious. 

“I’m not taking off my clothes?! What has gotten into you?!” You protested, this only earned you his hands lifting your shirt to investigate your torso. 

Fueled by rage and confusion, you shoved Rengoku back. Kyojuro sighed loudly and approached you once again. 

“I have to make sure they didn’t hurt you.” He said as he began examining your neck. You rebelled once again, shoving him back. 

“Who are you talking about?!” 

“Tengen’s wives. I saw the darts.” Was all he said.

“Kyojuro, what exactly is going on?!”

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Soon you learned that the darts that the girls had shot at you were laced with anesthesia and possibly an aphrodisiac per Rengoku’s detailed explanation. You also learned that Rengoku had stayed behind that evening to ensure your safety, as he had put it. But because he did, he became the only successful target to have gotten a full dose of the bamboo darts the wives had prepared specifically for you. The sound you had awoken to had been that of Rengoku falling to the ground. In his daze he caught glimpses of the interaction, most of which had been during the first altercation. After he had recovered, his first thought was of you. In a scramble he had made his way to your door and knocked hoping all of it had been a terrible dream, but when you didn’t immediately answer he kicked the door down. Driven by anxiety he scooped you up and took you as far as his legs would carry him, he had to know for sure if you had gotten hit. 

Only a small cut was present on your cheek, you could have gotten grazed by one, therefore, explaining your indescribable tiredness. After learning of this you promptly made Kyojuro fix your door and leave, this had all gotten to be too much and what you needed now was just to rest. After talking with Rengoku, you left him to do the repair work and made your way to your room for the second time that day. It was now late evening and your body felt like you could sleep for three years and still be exhausted. Without even getting underneath the covers or removing the twigs and leaves from your hair, you fell into a sleeping pile on top of your bed. It was the best sleep of your life.

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After repairing your door Kyojuro came to you to tell you goodbye, but instead he saw you sleeping peacefully. You looked like an angel to him.

‘So delicate’ he thought to himself as he crouched beside you, removing the debri from your messy hair. As gently as he could he lifted your body and placed you underneath your blankets. He didn’t know how it was possible, but as soon as your body felt the embrace of your warm blankets you fell even deeper into your slumber. Kyojuro smiled and stayed at your side till early morning. When he noticed the sun beginning to rise he made his way back to his own home with the most lovely thoughts of you. 

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The sun through the window stung your sensitive eyes. 

‘The sun is up already? I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes.’ You thought to yourself as you began to shift in the crowded bed.

‘Crowded?’ You thought again, as you tried to move your legs and arms, all of which were tightly pressed against you. You could feel the clamminess of your own skin underneath the hot blanket. 

‘I’m sweating?’ You thought again as you tried desperately to get comfortable. As you continued to squirm and move your hand slid up what felt like skin. 

“Like what you feel?” A voice said from in front of you. This had officially woken you up. Your eyes sprung open, the sight in front of you made you gasp and jump from the bed. Tengen had been holding you while you slept so peacefully. 

During your extremely deep slumber, and after Rengoku took his leave, Tengen had taken you back to his home. 

“Tengen what’s—what’s going on? Where am I? How’s my door?!” You asked more than confused at this point. Tengen stood and chuckled softly. He came to where you were and gently ushered you to sit in his lap on the floor. 

“You said if I wanted you that badly, I’d have to come get you myself.” He whispered as he left soft kisses on your neck. Your body subconsciously leaned into him for more. 

“So I did.” His hands gripped your waist. 

“Oh, and I take that as a yes, to being my wife. Being that all you wanted me to do was chase you till I finally caught you.” He whispered so seductively as his hands began to wander all over you even more. 

 “Now let me show you how newlyweds celebrate.”

[sinsandsuccubus]

Slutty and kinky sex with Urban on the tour bus

Riding the Magic Tour Bus - Urban Wyatt

Context: You're in for a magical ride...

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairings: Urban Wyatt x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+! , sexual activity

A/N: I want Urban to fuck me silly. Okay, that is all.

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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not 18+. Reader's discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

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The tinted windows did nothing to hide the beauty outside the bus that you were seeing. Archways, tall stone buildings, clever fashion “models” waking amongst the street.

If it had not been for your family, you would have moved to this city in a heartbeat.

Jack was on tour in another beautiful city; and despite the number of times you’d taken walks and tours around it, you couldn’t get enough.

Even the photos your boyfriend had too wouldn’t suffice.

Urban currently had his head in your lap, your manicured nails rubbing against his scalp as he hummed, goosebumps littering his skin.

“That feels so good baby.”

“I knew you had a thing for people touching your head.”

“Yeah, but you’re the only one who can touch my head.”

It took you a moment to catch what Urban was speaking of, because you smacked him against the skull, giggling as he sat up to rub the area.

“Ouch Y/N!”

“You’re so perverted, ohmygod!”

“Hey you two love birds!” You heard Jack call from the front, the two of you leaning to the side down the alley to catch his glance.

“Neelam and I are gonna go and do this appearance real quick, it shouldn’t take that long since it’s a pop-up. Don’t get into any shit while you’re on this bus.” Jack scolded as the both of you saluted the man, watching as his lengthy figure follow behind the shorter woman off the bus, leaving only the two of you.

You both looked at each other before smirking.

“Wanna fuck?”

“Of course I do.” You laughed, standing up from your seat before moving to the cabin in the back. Urban took to smacking your ass, you yelping with a little jump as he followed you.

“Fuck, Urban!”

“I know you can take harder than that. Besides, it’s revenge for smacking me upside the head.”

“Yeah well, you deserved it for that damn joke.”

“And you deserve this pipe I’m about to give you.” He slammed the door shut before pushing you down on the bed, swiftly removing himself from his clothes and confines.

You followed the same, your bra the last thing to take off, massaging your tits once the fabric had been removed.

“Mmm, you look good baby. So good I could eat you.”

“Then do it.” You muttered softly, to which Urban took your legs over his shoulders, placing his face between your thighs. He blew onto your unclothed pussy, shivers littering down your spine.

“Fuck, Urban please..”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Touch you where?” You whined at his obvious obliviousness, which earned you a slap on your clit, body jolting.

“Talk to me.”

“I want you to touch my pussy Urban, please fuck me with your tongue and fingers.”

“Good girl.” He cooed before engulfing your clit into his mouth, sucking on the bud. You moaned out and arched up into the sheets, Urban pressing firmly on your hips to keep your down on the bed.

“Mm, keep still baby girl, or I’ll have to stop.” He spoke out into the air before diving back in, paying close attention to your folds.

The sound of your arousal and his tongue working mercilessly on your pussy echoed throughout the room, your hands moving to grip his hair.

“Urban, fuck.” You moaned out, breath hitched.

“Fuck ma, you taste like heaven.” He announced, now using his fingers to prod at your entrance. He scooped some of your slick up before placing it on his tongue.

“Mm, yeah, baby girl. I need the full thing.” And he dove into your pussy once more, using his fingers in a scissoring motion while he lapped at your clit.

Your body began to shake with pleasure as you were brought closer and closer to the edge, the sinful sounds getting louder and louder.

“Mm, you gonna cum for me ma? You gonna cum all over my tongue?”

“Fuck, yes Urban yes, m’gonna cum.” You declared before you fell short, Urban withdrawing from you.

“The only place you’re cumming is on my dick.” He spoke before thrusting into you smoothly, automatically hitting that spot that made you squeal.

Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands planting on the bed beside you as he thrust up into you at a rapid pace.

“UrbanUrbanUrbanUrbanUrbanUrban.” You chanted his name like a mantra, moving back and forth from a grip on his arms to a grip on the sheets.

“Yes baby, fuck you feel so good. Such a good girl.” You moaned out at his compliments, your legs shaking with pleasure.

“Urb…” You panted, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

That’s when Urban got the brilliant idea to fuck you against the bus window, his cock still sheathed within you as he maneuvered both your bodies, your hands braced against the glass.

He began thrusting up into you once more, your tits pressing up against the cool surface, eyes fluttering shut.

It was then that Urban pulled your head down by your hair, forcing you to look up at him, back arched.

“Keep your eyes open when I fuck you. You understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Good girl.” He groaned before letting go of your hair, your head jerking forward as he landed a smack to your ass.

“Shit baby, your ass looks so good. Push back into me. Be a good little slut and push back into me.” He commanded, and you followed his order, thrusting back into him as he pushed you closer to the edge.

Dipping his fingers into your mouth, which he demanded you sucked on, he applied the damp digits to your clit, making you yell out in pleasure.

“Fuck daddy please, please please please.”

“Please what?”

“Please let me cum.”

He pondered the action before moaning “cum for me” into your ear, your body thrashing as you came all over him.

However, Urban didn’t let up.

“Daddy, daddy…”

“Shh, you can give me one more. You’re daddy’s little cock slut aren’t ya? You can give me another.”

It wasn’t long before you came around him again, squirting against the wall of the cabin as Urban came with you, his warm seed shooting up deep inside you.

“Fuck that was good. You okay baby?”

“Yes Urby, I’m fine.” He pulled out of you, spinning you around and kissing your lips softly and sensually.

“Let’s get cleaned up before Jack comes back hmm?”

“Yeah, or we’ll have our asses handed to us.” You both chuckled, freezing when you heard Jack’s voice from the front of the bus.

“I’ll have your asses right now then.”

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[peter-morales]

Gwen’s grip on your hips is brutal. When she runs the tip of her sexy black strap-on against your glistening folds, your eyes roll back into your skull, your naked body arching like a feline. You almost forget Miles’ cock, hard and erect, waiting for your mouth.

She pulls back, spreading your supple ass to begin to kitten lick at your folds.

“Oh, yes…” she murmurs into your cunt, “mhmm, yeah. Tastes like heaven, baby.” Her last words get drowned in Miles’ high whine as you take him into your mouth.

Your eyes are shut with how fucking good he tastes. You can feel his cock twitching pathetically already in you, so you hollow your cheeks and begin to suck with intent. To get more of those pretty moans.

Your jaw falls slack when Gwen enters you, walls fluttering madly at the euphoric stretch.

The force of her hips to push inside of you only has you lurching forward, further down on Miles until the entirety of his gorgeous black cock is enveloped by your thick lips.

He fists the sheets so hard he can feel his nails digging into his palms painfully. His lips part, and a shuddering exhale is puffed out. There’s no sound that comes out. It’s because he can barely process how hot, how wet, how blissful your mouth feels.

He feels the warmth beginning to spread slowly, agonisingly slowly, from the tips of his toes, to his calves, slithering up to his thighs. But it doesn’t move up from there. It’s not enough.

He wants more. Needs more.

So he throws away all the rules you’d whispered dirtily into his ear before this arrangement, plants his feet on the bed and bucks his hips up to fuck your throat. Your eyes shoot open in a split second after he does that, staring at him with such sharp daggers that he whimpers brokenly. Like an apology.

Gwen’s still fully inside of you, rolling her hips languidly so that it pushes against every sweet spot you’ve got in your sweet pussy.

You push your hands on the mattress, using the force to pull yourself off of Miles’ dick completely, nothing but a string of webbed spit connecting the corner of your mouth to the head of his shaft.

“Miles, you fucking slut.” you growl, trying and failing to hide your smirk when the both of them moan at the brash, rough timbre of the filth dribbling past your lips.

“What did I tell you before? Hm?” you’re struggling to keep your eyes open because she’s fucking into you so hard. But you fight it, forcing to keep them open as you survey him. He merely shakes his head from left to right twice, knowing that this question was meant to be rhetorical.

A pang of pleasurable pain sparks up your body when you see him so at your mercy. Barely even able to talk when he’s under your command. You don’t express it outside, though.

You simply cackle delightedly inside and roll your eyes at him, knowing very well what you’re going to hear from him now. “Pleaseplease! Please- I’m sorry, fuck. I’ll be good, so good to you, I promise!”

Before he can get the pathetic words out, you crush his hope.

“Don’t even try.” you snarl, “you’re gonna lie here and watch Gwen fuck me. And you’re not going to get anything.” You almost coo when she moans gleefully at the idea.

His eyes well up with hot tears, and he can only mumble something unintelligible under his breath. A plea. You don’t even attempt to listen to it, you don’t give a fuck.

You complete your punishment with another hard glance his way, spitting out, “And don’t even think of touching yourself.”

Gwen grabs a handful of your silky hair, using the grip to pull you back against her chest. Her breasts squeeze up against your backside and you bite your bottom lip when you feel how hard her nipples are. She laps at your neck, moving up and down and up and down to thrust further into you. Determined in her actions to make you come.

You need to make it extra hard for Miles, so you make sure to put on a show.

Rolling your body languorously to the rhythm of her thrusts.

Running the tips of your perfectly manicured nails over every inch of your chocolate skin as sensually as possible.

Twisting your nipples, squeezing your breasts, moaning your head off at the heightened stimulation.

Praising her at how good she’s fucking you, just to rile him up. To make him clench his jaw and think, ‘I can fuck her better’.

Tilting your head to the side to kiss her hotly, sucking on her lips and tongue like a mad, rabid dog would gorge its food.

She’s going faster and faster, the slap of her pelvis against your ass beginning to sound animalistic.

Pulling back from the kiss, Gwen inserts her middle finger into her mouth, slobbering all over it and getting it wet before she reaches down to rub your clit furiously. Your head lolls back over her shoulder, your hole spasming around the sturdy length in you, and you can swear you’ve never come this hard.

Both you and Gwen are panting hard, and when you open your eyes, they land on Miles. The sight almost makes you come again.

His toes are curled up, legs trembling in pent up frustration. His cock is so hard, so, so hard, that you can see the veins clearly on the side of it. It stands up against his stomach, weeping precum, making his dark skin glow. His hands lie on either side of him, shuddering and almost limp. The tears flow uncontrollably from his eyes, saturated with every ounce of his lust for you. There’s a lone drop of spit that escapes his mouth, leisurely seeping down the side of his face to stain the bed sheets. He looks so pretty. You want to see him like this forever.

“Oh, so you do know how to listen, after all?” you taunt, relishing the quavering groan of affirmation that bubbles up from his throat.

“Go on,” you breathe out as she pulls out of you and moves towards him, “lick up all of my cum.”

His whine of thanks gets cut short when she cradles his head and pushes his mouth onto the glistening shaft.

He does everything he knows you like—moan, groan, gag, all while never breaking eye contact with you. And it’s so hot your cunt starts to ache again.

After Gwen is satisfied, she moves away from him, getting off the bed to remove the strap-on. You crawl over to Miles just as he whispers, “you taste so good.”

“I know, baby. I know.” your lips crack open to a gentle smile, although his stomach jumps at the mischief in your eyes.

Gwen clambers back onto the bed, already rubbing her clit as she lies down next to Miles, flipping her blonde hair over one shoulder.

They want to come. They need to come. And since they made you feel so good, you’re going to give it back to them.

“Please…” she moans breathily, Miles’ wide, puppy eyes exuding the same imploration.

Elongated groans and high-pitched littanies of ‘Please! Fuck, please…’ resound throughout the dorm room as you restart to pump Miles’ cock and plunge two fingers into Gwen’s pussy.

[sukirichi]

sweet lies [02]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. explicit smut, slight body worship, public sex, dirty talk, praising, toxic megumi, fwb dynamics, slight angst, body marking, sukuna bullying megumi, age gap, scratching, mentions of oral (m receiving) and mutual masturbation, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 also UHM do you guys want me to make the ending angsty or fluffy? i wrote out two versions so LOL let me know what you think! we’ll get more of the megumi scenes on the next chapter though~

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Sukuna isn’t kidding when he said he’ll have you unable to walk by the end of this.

You’ve lost count of how many times you guys have fucked.

Once more in the stalls when you thought of repaying the favor by sucking him off, followed by him growing impatient and hauling you inside his car. Both of you were too tired to go for another round, but were still very much addicted for the other’s touch that mutual masturbation seems like the best option.

Thankfully, Sukuna’s cut his nails, so having three of his fingers buried knuckle deep in you feels like absolute heaven. He’s not complaining about your smooth hands wrapped around his shaft either, especially not when you’ve had enough practice with Megumi to know just how to make a guy lose his mind. By the time you’ve made it back home, Sukuna’s grown hard again, too impatient to make it to the bed before he just fucks you raw against the wall. You’re trembling at his hold, left with no choice but to trust his strength to drop you on his cock and bounce you to his pleasure.

It’s a miracle you’ve made it on the bed.

His digital clock reads a quarter at three in the morning, and for a moment, you worry about how tired you’ll be in class tomorrow when Sukuna’s large hands grips your thighs sharply.

“Goddamn,” he hisses through clenched teeth, chuckling at the irresistible sight of your breasts bouncing before him. Limbs tangled, minds controlled with the primal need to fuck, and moans shared with his deep grunts – you somehow end up on top of him, your thighs feeling like they’re on the verge of giving up as you continue to ride his thick length.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he slaps your ass and causes your hips to rut deeper, forcing that delicious curve of his cock to meld with your walls. You throw your head back, palms planted on his chest, focused only on that burning pleasure between your thighs. “I could fuck you all night long.”

Even though you truly have no wish to, you shake your head, fingers balling into a fist. “I have class tomorrow, need to wake up early,” you protest, the words falling into deaf ears as Sukuna thrusts up into you. He must’ve noticed how you’re growing tired and took matters into his own hands, feet grounded on the mattress to pound deliriously into you. You’re debating whether to be thankful or frustrated he still has so much energy even after hours of fucking, but it honestly doesn’t matter. You’re falling into his chest, arms slipping on your equally sweat-covered bodies. Right now, you just wanted to cum – once more, again, one last time! “Ah, Sukuna, t-too much!”

“Too much?” he laughs and tangles his hand to caress your scalp, the gesture too soothing that you almost forgot he’s fucking you into oblivion. “Want me to go slow?”

“No…”

“Thought so, sweetheart,” his grin is absolutely cocky as he bends his knees in a fold, pushing you until your back rests on his muscular thighs. Your mouth falls open at his hands wrapping around your threat, keeping you right there, hips flat and grinding on his cock. “Come on. Come for me,” Sukuna urges, tightening his hold around your neck a little harder.  

That’s all you need for your vision to blur and see stars, your body’s shaking uncontrollable. He’s thrusting with all his power and energy that it feels like you’re nothing but a hole on top of him, tongue falling open in a wanton manner as your drool trails down your chin.

You look filthy, you feel filthy, and yet, Sukuna sees it entirely different.

“So – fucking – gorgeous, fuck. I woulda fucked you sooner if I didn’t feel weird about it.”

“What?”

“Aw, come on, sweetheart,” he smirks at your half fucked out state. Sukuna rolls his hips in such a mind numbing manner that you end up staring at the ceiling, trying your hardest to decipher the colors of his room to get a grip of yourself. But he feels so hot, cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, your puffy lips encasing him with a translucent ring of cum and it feels so fucking good you don’t really understand what he’s saying anymore. “Did you really think I never saw you in my dreams?” he slaps your ass again, the reflexive response of tightening around him pulling a deep groan from the beautiful man beneath you. “I have such a sexy roommate, I couldn’t help it.”

“Then why didn’t you – ah, right there, shit – tell me?”

“Cuz,” he snickers and finally lets you breathe, your pupils blowing wide from the sudden flow of air. Sukuna kneads your breasts greedily, never stopping his mind-numbing rhythm of ramming deep into you. Your body burns, your thighs ache, your pussy feels sensitive but you can’t find the energy to stop him. Instead, you fall prey, failing in your mission to keep him wrapped around your fingers because now you’re wrapped around his cock, and you were quite fucking addicted to it. “You’re my friend’s student. Felt so fucking wrong.”

“What’s the difference now?”

“The difference is,” Sukuna’s face contorts into something of discomfort for a moment before he leans forward, his sturdy grip homing in on your hips again. You feel his searing breath on your ear, so parching it puts the warmth of your pussy to shame. “Having you like this has never felt so right, and I’ll keep fucking you if you let me.”

“I-I’d let you,” you concede absentmindedly and capture his lips for a sloppy kiss, tongues giving up on a battle of dominance. You’re always so clingy when you’re about to come, something Megumi never fails to chastise you for, and you fear Sukuna might push you away as you wrap an arm around him, nails painfully scratching down his back. Red marks leave a trail on its wake until his blood pierces through the sheets, the pain manifested through the increasing roughness of his pace. Now it’s your turn to whimper in his ear, pulling the man close and tugging harshly at the ends of his hair. Gosh, were you actually crying? “Sukuna, I’m close! Yes, yes, right there!”

Sukuna groans at the erotic sounds you reward him with. “Come for me, that’s right, ohhhh,” he stills inside you, his seed spilling deep inside you. You wince at the burst of warmth spreading all over your belly and Sukuna chuckles at your bulging belly. He presses down on it to coax his cum to trickle all over his cock, and he’s fucking filthy – you learn easily – to watch you make a mess on his cock with a childish smile on his face.

You push yourself off him and fall to his side, him following suit not long afterwards. The room feels completely stuffed from your intense fucking, the bruises on your body and scratches on his back a huge attestment to that.

Your legs remain wide open as you clench around nothing, his cum oozing out like a waterfall. Sukuna (that damned pervert) dips two fingers into your hole for one last moment just to drench his fingers in it, his eyes lit up in wonder while he lets it web around his fingers. You snicker at his actions and roll to his side, eyes fluttering close from the wave of exhaustion that comes into full force.

The lingerie set you intended to wear for Megumi was now ripped at the other side of the room, discarded, forgotten – merely evidence of a moment that had never been given to him.

Oddly enough, you don’t feel bad, not even when Sukuna faces you, his cheeks squished by his soft pillows. “I’m spent. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. My gym sessions can’t compare to this.”

“You go to the gym?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t born this gorgeous, you know. I had to work hard for this,” Sukuna gestures to his body. You can’t help but follow the gestures and admire the hard planes of his muscle ripped above one another, the smatter of dark hair leading down his hips adding to his already immense sexual charisma. It makes you want to jump on him all over again, and you have to bite your lip to resist that urge, rolling your eyes at him in favor of letting him know you could totally go for another round.

“Dork.”

“Got me laid though, was worth the effort,” he jokes, and you both laugh.

It’s actually…weird, to laugh so casually with someone like this. It might be normal for Sukuna in his past sexual endeavors, but it’s totally a different thing for you. You and Megumi had never even bothered with aftercare. As long as he’s satisfied himself, he’d clean himself off in the bathroom and wear his sweatpants, winking at you before he leaves you alone all over again. The memory – albeit not really a regrettable one – is still painful each time you’re reminded you’ll keep coming back to him.

But are things different now? Could you go back to Megumi? You only ever wanted to fuck Sukuna because you’re sad and horny, but it wouldn’t be fair to him, especially when your roommate has been nothing but nice to you. Besides, him being a little more decent doesn’t immediately equate he’s different than Megumi.

For all you know, you could just be another cheap fuck. Sukuna is older and sexier, after all, he’s clearly had a lot more experience than you do.

As if reading your mind, Sukuna rests his head on his palms, elbows flat on the bed as he turns to you. The expression on his face is unreadable, but there’s some sort of softness behind it – a softness you’re not really familiar with.

“Hey. I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, not everything, anyway, but whatever we have right now, I want you to know it’s not because I see just as a pretty pussy, okay?” he says with a straight face, but you really shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up because Sukuna smirks, mischievous eyes darting back and forth to your soaked pussy and bare breasts. “Although you do have a pretty pussy. Can I eat you out again?”

With that, you snatch the pillow underneath him and whack it straight at his face. Sukuna laughs at your protests, the sound growing louder and a lot more mocking the harder you hit him. “Gosh, Sukuna, shut up!”

You end up hitting him way too many times in the face that he can’t get his words through, and before you could react, Sukuna’s ripped the pillow away from you. He cages you in his arms and hovers over you once more, his boneless dick grazing the insides of your thigh. It’s not meant to be sexual, and nothing about his stance gives off anything that shows he wants to do it again, but you can’t help but feel aroused, shifting your legs up and down the bed as you squirm.

“Seriously though,” he repeats, “We can be casual, or this could be a one time thing. Card’s all yours to play. If you want to forget everything tomorrow, I’d gladly do it. Let’s just go back to the way we were-”

“Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Did you really think I was only using you to distract myself?”

Sukuna’s lips flatten into a line. “I’m not stupid,” he says somberly, “I could tell you were still thinking about him. Not that I mind, though, you can’t stop yourself from loving someone,” Faintly, you’re distracted by his thumbs rubbing at your pulse point. It’s so lulling you want to fall asleep, but Sukuna isn’t done talking. “My point is…you don’t have to worry about being weird with me. We could just be friends with benefits, if you want, and not the kind you have with your boy toy either. ”

His blatantly catches you off guard and your eyes widen before they narrow at him, trying your best to hide your embarrassment. If Megumi was painfully honest, Sukuna’s ridiculously blunt that his mere words make your heart do weird things you’d rather not feel.

Careful, you remind yourself, Megumi is the one you want. You have to keep reminding yourself that before your feelings get the best of you. It’s Megumi, it’s always been Megumi and it always will be Megumi. Sukuna is just your roommate who’s nice enough to take your mind off things. You only wish you weren’t lying too much in case he gets the wrong idea you’re leading him on, but then again, isn’t that what you’re doing?

Friends with benefits or not – you still have no plans on getting involved with this guy any longer.

It’s always Megumi. You just really needed a quick fuck, someone whose dick didn’t belong with the guy you’re so hung up on over. The change feels nice and you definitely feel a lot better than the last time you met Megumi, but this guilt…it tastes bitter on your tongue, too heavy to swallow and ignore. It’s always Megumi, you tell yourself again in an attempt to relieve your pain.

Though it doesn’t subside and you huff in exasperation, turning away from Sukuna. You can’t stand looking at him right now.

“I’m not,” you mumble weakly, but the tears – the guilt, the heartbreak of not being Megumi’s lover, the regret and the ironic need to be closer to Sukuna feels all so confusing – all threaten to burst through. You don’t want him to see you cry, that would be lame, so you scoot closer to him and kiss his shoulder as you shyly ask, “C-can we cuddle?”

“Of course,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, “You don’t have to sound too nervous to ask.”

“Sorry, it’s just-”

“He never does that?”

“…Yeah.”

“Well, I’m not him,” Sukuna answers confidently, surprising you when he grabs your ass to press you flush against him. You’re both sweaty and hot to the point it’s uncomfortable, but Sukuna smells so sweet with his lingering cologne that you can’t help yourself from planting your face in his neck, breathing in the little hums he makes. Sukuna kisses the crown of your head – which is a little too sweet than you’d like – while his other hand runs down your back in a slow, sensual manner. Hell, it feels close to body worshipping, and you hate that you silently want more of this. “I’d cuddle you every day if you asked me to.”

“You’re surprisingly sweet,” you voice with a smile. Sukuna’s chest rumbles from the low laughter, and like that, you cling to him like he’s the only sturdy pillar in your life. It’s pathetic, maybe even desperate, but if he doesn’t mind, then why should you?

However, the moment is quickly ruined when the bell rings. “Shit, I forgot he was coming over!”

Sukuna glares at the door and holds you tighter, almost possessively, and refuses to let you go even as you squirm under him. “At three in the morning?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to meet him right now,” you groan helplessly.

Sukuna shoots you a blank look after that, then shoots out of the bed in an instant. You watch as he quickly dresses up in a fresh pair of sweatpants, grabbing a random hoodie from the back of his chair, presumably to hide the scratch marks. You have to hide your smile behind your hand because he looks so drool-worthy with marks littered on his already marked skin, and the fact he lets you mark him is even hotter.

He pauses at the door for a moment, pointing a finger at where you peered up at him curiously. “Stay there. I’ll talk to him and say you went out or whatever. Just make sure to silence your phone in case he calls. Better yet, turn it off.”

Sukuna closes the door behind him, already on the way to the entrance just as you press your ears against the door to eavesdrop. There’s a slight shuffling before the door unlocks, then, “Why the fuck did you lock-” Megumi pauses in his words, and you can perfectly picture his infamous scowl painting his handsome features already. Gosh, you wish you could actually see it, but if Megumi catches you sleeping with someone else, he might totally lose interest in you. That’s not something you could afford to happen.

“Oh. You’re her roommate.” You snigger at his usual what the fuck tone – how Megumi of him.

“Hey, kid, it’s a little too late for a visit, don’t you think?” Sukuna taunts, and it takes everything in you to not burst through the door at that moment. You’re stuck between wanting to laugh and crying, mostly because you would love and hate for Megumi to get riled up. “Do your parents know you’re here? Kids shouldn’t be out this late.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, I’m in uni,” he defends, “Do you know where Y/N is? I need to talk to her.”

Deciding fuck it, you open the door by an inch, just enough to peek. As expected, Megumi is glaring behind Sukuna’s shoulders in search of you. Meanwhile, Sukuna’s completely calm, checking his nails boredly as if Megumi isn’t fuming in front of him. And boy, do you know how much Megumi hates being ignored. “Oh, I think she went out, I don’t know why though. House was empty when I got here.”

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?”

At Megumi’s imposing tone, Sukuna tilts his head to scrutinize Megumi. Now that you’re seeing them together, Sukuna’s twice the size of Megs, their height and shoulder width too different to start comparing. But knowing Megumi, he’s not going to back down from a tattooed guy twice his size, not even as he sarcastically remarks, “Ain’t you her friend? She should be telling you that kind of stuff.”

Truthfully, you expected he would put up more of a fight. The two of them share a heated staring competition before Megumi scoffs, the first one to look away. “Whatever,” he dismisses, “Tell her to pick her damn phone up. I’ve been calling for the past hour.”

“I think I should tell her to get better friends.”

“What was that?”

“I said get home safely,” Sukuna chirps. Even with his back turned to you, you could tell Sukuna’s just further pressing his buttons with a grin that’s not meant to be inviting at all. Just when you think it’s done, however, Sukuna finishes off with, “Kid.”

Megumi rages. His blue eyes flame into something feral, his fists balled at his sides. He’s always had a temper issue and you nearly reveal yourself to stop whatever fight is about to ensue, but Sukuna’s already closing the door, ridding any opportunity for the younger one to retaliate. At the sound of the door closing, Sukuna leans against the door, his smile still plastered on his face as if he knows you’re watching the whole time. He meets your eyes from the slight peep of his door, waving his hands sarcastically.

“Sukuna, you didn’t have to be so mean.”

“Sorry,” he isn’t apologetic at all. “Next time I’ll be nicer to your asshole crushes,” he adds with a slight roll of his eyes and you punch his chest playfully. You don’t stop him from grabbing your wrists to embrace you in a hug that doesn’t seem so platonic – but not so suggestive either. Sukuna rests his chin on top of your hand while he sways you both side to side, his voice muffled in your hair. “I understand why you’re attracted to him though. He’s really handsome.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agree sadly, thinking of how much it’s really all a waste Megumi has to be like that. “Just sucks his personality ruins everything.”

“A pretty face is always deceiving,” Sukuna suddenly pulls away and holds you an arm’s length away.  “Hey, want to have early breakfast?”

“I think that would be late dinner,” you frown at him.

“Whatever, food is food,” he responds rather excitedly, and you watch as Sukuna rummages through the fridge. Now that you think about it, having sex so much really took a toll on you, and your stomach grumbles loudly. Sukuna hides his chuckles through the fridge but you hear him anyway, shouting at him that you’re not hungry. “Wasn’t asking, sweetheart. Now go get cleaned and changed, I’ll make something for you.”

If anyone were to tell you that a good fucking is all that’s needed for you to immediately form a new kind of friendship with your roommate, you’d call them weird. Sukuna isn’t necessarily out of reach, you and him just simply didn’t cross paths.

But now, you’re dressed comfortably in his boxers and the oversized shirt you stole from him, eating the slightly burn cheese sandwich he’s made, sharing conversation and laughing with him like you’ve been doing it for such a long time. Your sandwich is actually half forgotten on the plate as you whack your palms on the counter, “That’s how you and Prof Gojo met? I never would’ve expected you guys fought over a girl!”

“He was fucking annoying in high school,” Sukuna grumbles over an angry bite, “He was getting all the girls that when someone confessed to me, the hottest chick, no less, he straight up punched me in the face,” you laugh as you imagine the memory of a younger, already rebellious looking Sukuna getting smacked by the even more intolerable Gojo Satoru. Sukuna is lost in his own memories as well, shaking his head from around the last bites of his bread. It’s clear he hates the burnt crust judging from the way he turns a little green, but he’s bragged about his cooking skills so proudly that he has to save face in front of you. “Ah, such good times,” he muses before wincing at his own words, dropping his bread in disgust. “Damn, I sound old, don’t I?”

“You’re only like, five years older than me, it’s fine,” you giggle, “I like the maturity that comes with older people. You’re a lot easier to be with than guys my age.”

“Please,” Sukuna smirks, “Just say you like fucking older men. I won’t judge.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would be jumping over the counter to strangle your roommate who’s now running like hell, your laughter bursting through the once silent apartment, you would call them a liar. But now, you and Sukuna are panting on the floor, too tired from sprinting all around before calling it quits. Maybe it’s a lie – maybe this connection will never really be that much of a big deal – but as long as this lie and play pretend of friendship lasts, you’ll just enjoy every sweet moment of it.

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use your words || t.n & d.m

warning- SMUT // face riding, blowjobs, mommy kink, d/s dynamic, a lot of praise, lmk what else

sub!draco x dom!theo x switch!fem!reader

a/n- i've never wrote for theo but this idea came to mind cuz i've been seeing alot of him sooo here it is! enjoy and send in some theo requests if you have any. also i tagged my draco taglist for now since i only just added theo

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looking to your right, draco’s feet were draped over the arm of the couch, his head on your lap like your thighs were his own personal cushions.

theo, who sat on the left, was playing with the strings of his joggers mindlessly, and your head laid limp against his shoulder, fingers raking through the blond hair on your lap.

draco was beginning to get whiny, squirming as he turned to nose at your thighs, almost hitting your crotch- causing you to tense mildly and inhale sharply.

“dray, y’alright?” you questioned with a knowing gaze, coaxing him to look at you, which he did, though a pout was drawn onto his lips.

“wanna go t’bed, mommy,” theo now put his attention on draco, cocking his head and scanning his eyes over the boys state, a mess with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

you looked over at theo for permission, wasting no time in bringing draco to his feet with the gentle touch of your hand on his bicep. once you all made your way over to draco’s private dorm, theo guided the both of you to the unmade bed.

draco immediately found shelter by your side, nuzzling into your neck and leaving wet kisses along your jawline, pulling quiet and breathy moans from your throat.

“how about you tell mommy what you want, dray, use your words like a good boy,” theo gently purred, now squatted in front of draco, two hands placed soundly on the boys knees, the pad of his thumb soothing circles.

draco seemed to hesitate, awfully flushed in this headspace, distracted by the intense whirling in his core. “w-wanna feel good,” he mumbled, though he was nudging so close to you that his words came out muffled.

it took theos strong grip on his jaw to steer him away from you, and you placed a hand on his thigh to relax his nerves. “c’mon now, be a good boy and then we can help you, alright?”

nodding, draco slowly parted his lips, “want you to touch me, please?”

“with what, baby?” now it was your turn to question, and draco looked up at you, gulping.

“dunno, mommy.”

but it was evident he did know, because he looked down and bit his lip, feeling even more nervous as all the eye were on him.

so you ran tender fingers through his hair and placed a kiss on his cheek, bringing him to lay back. the boy followed without question, then scrambled to meet your requests of discarding his shirt.

theo stood, doing the same and then moving onto his buckle, the metal clacking together and filling both you and draco with suspense of what’s to come.

“doll, wanna be a good girl and get on your knees?” theo insisted, and you practically fell to the floor, urgently doing as he asked, in return gaining a proud smile from the boy.

the brunet walked over, stroking a piece of hair behind your ears and then looking back at draco, who was sat up on his elbows and awaiting attention. “dray, how about you ask nicely, and y/n/n will make you feel really good?”

“p-please, wanna feel your mouth around my cock, waited all day f’you, please?” draco hastily blurted, a glimmer of lust molded into his gray eyes.

“good boy,” with the praise, draco’s heart swelled, and theo leaned down, tilting the boys chin up and placing a lingering kiss on his lips. draco melted into the kiss, desperately using his tongue and making theo grin slightly into the kiss before moving away.

you were simply watching from your knees, a pout constructing its way onto your lips at the lack of attention. as if reading your mind, theo spoke, “go on, bunny, suck him off like a good girl and then i’ll make that little ache in your tummy go away, how does that sound?” his soft spoken words and vibrant visage had you nodding eagerly. as a reward for your obedience, theo mirrored his previous actions, leaving a kiss on your lips and pecking them once more for extra effect.

theo aides draco in taking off his undergarments, and now it was your turn to comply to theos requests, signaling draco to move closer to the edge of the bed so you could get the perfect angle of his cock from your kneeled position. he was gripping the silk sheets with a strong hand, watching the way you took his cock in your hand and began to set a rhythm around it. your simple actions drew soft whimpers from the boy, and theo watched from where he was leaning against the wall, cock straining against the material of his boxers.

“does that feel good, dray?” you inquired, and draco nodded quickly.

“words, dray,” theo reminded the boy from the side.

“y-yeah, feels really g-good mommy,” his sentence ended with a yelp as you brought the tip of his cock between your lips, the warm muscle stroking it before fully submerging it inside the warmth of your mouth.

draco released a lewd moan, and in the corner of your eye you saw the licentious smirk drawn on theos lips, which had your cunt throbbing through your panties even more. the boy in front of you had his eyes closed, though he couldn’t keep them shut for long as he wanted to watch how well you took him.

pre-cum dribbled from his tip, and you gagged lightly around him as theo padded over to assist you - holding back your hair in a makeshift pony tail and guiding your head so his cock slid gingerly through your swollen lips. a few bucks of his hips was all it took for him to become a moaning mess, whines spilling freely off his tongue with less shame, eyes unable to keep off the sight of theos lips attaching themselves to the flesh behind your ear every now and then.

soon, draco was emptying inside your mouth, cock driving into you one last time before he dissolved into pleasure. you dragged the climax out as long as you could before gasping for air, licking your lips and lulling your tongue out for theo to show him you swallowed everything.

theo gave you a pleased smile and an affectionate kiss on your temple before standing to sit by draco. “feelin’ better?” theo queried with a lopsided grin.

“much,” draco nodded, kissing theos cheek and then looking down at you. “thank you, mommy.”

“of course, love,” you were standing now, giving the silver haired boy a kiss and then looking at theo expectantly.

“i want you to ride my face now, angel, sound good?”

“yes please.” you said with eager eyes.

“good,” theo breathily chuckled, “and draco, you’re gonna be a good boy and suck me off, yeah?”

once draco had responded with just as much eagerness- enthusiastic at any chance to pleasure his boyfriend- it had begun.

theo’s on his back, your flimsy panties discarded along with your shirt, and draco between theos legs and in front of his now exposed cock. slight hesitation came over you before you managed to maneuver yourself above theo’s face. the heat of his breath fanned against your cunt and you shivered from that alone, non stop blood rushing through your body.

finally, theo’s lips connected with your folds, already soaked from your arousal. his tongue worked deliciously against them, opening your lips and gaining access to your bundle of nerves, suctioning the nub with fervor. draco began his ministrations on theo’s cock, which had the brunet groaning into your pussy.

moans were pouring out of your mouth, fingers intertwining with the strings of hair at theo’s scalp, your free hand gripping the top of the bed frame as you slightly rolled your hips against his mouth. draco was speeding up, which meant theo was gaining more and more pleasure, resulting in you shivering from the stimulation.

“fuck— theo, right there!” you gasped as his tongue flicked the perfect spot repeatedly, swirling and sucking as wet noises echoed throughout the room, along with other sounds of groans and moans.

lifting your hips from theo’s grasp for a second, the boy peered up at you through half lidded eyes, rosy cheeks and disheveled hair making your thighs quiver. “c’mon, love, ‘m not finished tasting your sweet pussy,” he rasped, digging his fingertips into the fat of your ass before pulling you back towards him, this time not letting you escape his clutch.

theo’s tongue worked rapidly against your cunt, eventually sheathing it into your fluttering walls, and drawing a lewd whimper from the pit of your chest, “i’m coming— theo fuck, fuck please,” you were begging and blabbering as arousal dripped from your cunt and smeared itself around theo’s mouth. your orgasm took over, your body going limp as you held onto the headboard firmly and threw your head back in ecstasy.

just as you did so, draco swirled his skillful tongue around theo’s length, taking all of him and getting theo to his peak. his moans into your overworked cunt were heaven and hell, sensitivity and pleasure swirling within you as you panted above him.

eventually removing your cunt from his mouth, you sat on his bare stomach, soaking the outline of his abs with your slick, your lips puffy and achy against him.

draco lift his head up, kissing your hip from behind and then sitting up fully. theo released a sigh before sitting up, grabbing your by your underarms and pulling you down into a sloppy kiss- the taste of your juices still on his tongue- then settled you onto his chest. he outstretched an arm for draco to join- the boy crawling towards you and snuggling close to theo’s chest as well, your faces turned towards eachother.

you looked up at theo, dotting a kiss near his chin and doing the same to draco’s forehead, then settling back onto the boys comforting warmth and allowing your eyes to flutter shut from exhaustion. the last thought that went through your head before sleep fully overtook you was,

i’ll worry about the mess later.

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