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[rinhaler]

Rin Itoshi and female s/o taking each other first time

omgggggg i tried to make it romantic and sweet but i do love a slutty ass dude who's in control so apologies if this isnt exactly what u wanted hehe

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, virgin!rin, virgin!reader, fingering, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, tit sucking, "just the tip" pfft, slight manipulation, brief condom use, premature ejaculation, creampie.

words: 2.9k

Your heart races as you watch Rin scroll through his phone and find some music to play. He looks so serious, though that’s nothing new. You don’t dare speak, worried you’ll say the wrong thing if you do. He looks up at you, briefly, offering a weak smile before looking through his phone again.

“We don’t have to do this, you know.” he tells you without even looking at you. You watch him as he starts hooking up his phone to the Bluetooth speaker in your room, and you shuffle uncomfortably on top of your bed.

“I want to… ‘m just scared.” you confess, breath shaking slightly as you exhale. “Do you still want to?” you wonder, feeling shy as you ask. You’re sure he wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to, though.

Rin doesn’t do anything he has no interest in.

“Yeah.” he tells you, setting his phone down before looking back at you, finally. He’s so far away, it feels too formal. Though you assume he wants to set the pace and make sure everything is comfortable for you both before you proceed. “We agreed,”

“I know.” you nod, recalling the moment you decided as teenagers to give each other your virginities if you hadn’t lost them after you turned twenty. “Just checking.”

The concept of Rin being single, let alone a virgin, is something you can’t even begin to comprehend. You’ve been best friends with him since you could talk. You remember him having no interest in you until you forced your way into playing soccer games with him and his brother. You soon gave it up once you got what you wanted, but you’ve been inseparable ever since.

Girls have always thrown themselves at Rin, but he never cared. Not really. You remember him having one girlfriend and it never went anywhere. It only lasted three weeks. He told you the gory details of their sex lives, though. Only because you asked.

It didn’t go past hand stuff.

“I brought condoms.” he tells you, pulling a box from his bag and setting them down on the desk he’s sitting by.

“I- I’m on the pill.” you respond. “I heard it feels better without… those. But we should use them.”

“Okay, yeah.” he agrees.

“… but we don’t have to.”

“I’ll use one.” he assures you, not wanting to make you feel pressured to go raw for his benefit. Though you’re sure it would be for yours, too. “If you want me to take it off, I can do that.”

You nod, agreeing.

“This is so…” you think, searching around the room for any inspiration of a descriptor to use. He stares at you, intently, wondering what you might say. He’d never tell you, but he’s just as nervous as you are. Of course he has an edge of experience ahead of you, but he’s still clueless. He wants to make sure this is going to be nice for you.

Perfect, if possible.

“What?”

“Formal.” you shrug.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” he responds, scratching his neck as he thinks about what you told him. He looks around, feeling a little too awkward to make eye contact. “I just want to make sure everything’s going to be okay…”

“It’s fine, you’re right.” you smile, “I just thought my first time would be… romantic. It’s stupid, I’m sorry.” you shake your head, dismissing the idea.

You knew you’d end up here with him eventually. You had no intention of losing your virginity to anyone else, after all. You’ve been in love with him for years, and finding out he got a girlfriend almost killed you. It was hard hearing about how they became intimate, but you were so fucking relieved when they broke up.

He only decided to get a girlfriend because he thought you weren’t interested in him, though. You’ve always been a forbidden fruit he wouldn’t dare try to cross a line with. You’re his best friend, after all. He wouldn’t want the romantic feelings he has towards you to ruin that.

“It’s not stupid.” he assures you. “Here, pick some music.” he hands you his phone.

You start to scroll and realise you’re looking on a playlist he created aptly named sex playlist. It makes you giggle, but you don’t comment. And you don’t pay him any mind as he leaves the room while you continue searching for a song.

The boy has good taste, you soon realise.

He comes back a few minutes later with some candles from a nearby cupboard. He knows you too well. You hoard them, you always have. You get an abundance each year for Christmas and rarely use them. He starts lighting them and placing them around the room.

You finally look up as he turns the light on, the room dimly lit by the burning flames scattered around.

“Is this better? I should have gotten some rose petals or something…”

“N-No, this is fine.” you smile, “Thank you, Rinnie, this is nice.”

He clears his throat and sits beside you on your bed. You quickly hand him his phone, prompting him to lean over to place it back down on your desk.

Your heartbeat begins to increase rapidly as he faces you. You haven’t even so much as kissed before, let alone what else will follow. He reaches out to caress your face, and it takes all of your willpower to not flinch.

“R-Rin… do you, um, d-do you watch…”

“Porn? Yeah. Do you?”

His reply makes your face flush with heat and the thought of confessing your own truth makes you even hotter. You look away from him, twiddling your fingers in your lap and looking at those instead.

“I know it won’t be like that… it’s your first time. And mine.” he reminds you.

He’s always been so mature. And you’re glad he’s doing all he can to put you at ease. He puts a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him again. You gulp, nervously, before nodding. He smirks at that.

“Good, I’m glad,” he tells you, beautiful jade eyes flickering with flames as he stares at you. “Means you know what you like.” he leans into you, an attempt to kiss which you immediately back away from. And you apologise, profusely, assuring him that you’re still a little nervous.

“I— I know guys can, you know, it can be quick… s-so don’t feel bad.”

“Don’t worry about that.” he shakes his head. “If I cum quickly, I’ll make sure you finish.”

He closes the distance between the two of you, his lips planting softly on your own. His eyes close as he loses himself to it, though you keep yours open for a little while as you process what is happening.

You’re making out with your best friend!

Though when his large, dominating hands begin to fondle your chest, you pull away entirely.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” he wonders.

“N-No, I didn’t expect you to be so confident.” you whisper, and he kisses you again, smiling into it.

Your eyes close as you allow him to continue locking lips with you. His hand entirely gropes one of your tits and his thumb casually strokes over it. Even through the layers of your crop top and bra, you find yourself mewling softly.

He smooths his hand over the curve of your waist until he reaches the bottom of your crop top. His fingers breach upwards towards your bra, roughly groping at it and the fat of your tits.

“O-Ow.” you speak, softly.

“Sorry,” he whispers back, “Can I take your top off?” he asks between continuous kisses.

“Uh-huh.” you nod, dumbly.

He breaks the kiss to quickly pull your crop top over your head. His lips attach to yours again almost instantly as he starts to fiddle with your bra. He stops kissing you, again, to look over your shoulder so that he can undo the clasp. You gasp when he finally unhooks it, keeping the pink material against your chest to preserve your modesty.

“Can I see?” he asks, his eyes moving between yours and your hands. You hum, nervously, but nod. He helps you pull down your straps as you keep the material held firmly against your chest. Sighing, slightly panic in your voice as you strip the material away. “Fuuuuck…” he mutters to himself, adjusting his hardening cock in his pants as he looks at you.

“You should take something off.” you suggest before he can kiss you again. He immediately pulls his t-shirt over his head, tousling his hair back into place right after.

You continue to moan against his lips when he kisses you again. And they only get louder as he kisses down your neck whilst flicking his thumb over your pebbled nipple. He grunts against your skin, battling on whether he should say something to you or stay silent.

He’d hate to ruin the mood.

“Are you hard yet?” you ask him, your shy demeanour leaving you as you lose yourself to the sensation of his hands caressing your body. “S-Should we do it?”

“Wanna feel?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he pulls your hand towards the bulge in his jeans, moaning immediately from the contact. “Look what you’ve done to me.” he laughs, pulling you closer and hooking one of your legs over his own.

He scratches the back of his nails up your thigh, stopping just short of dipping under your skirt as you shiver from the touch. His eyes find yours, kissing you reassuringly.

“Can I feel you?” he wonders, and, of course, you nod. His fingers disappear under your pleated skirt, quickly cupping your panty-clad mound. He barely gasps when he comes into contact with your panties. “You’re so wet…”

“S-Stop…” you reply, shyly, “s’embarrassing…” you tell him.

“You need to be wet for me,” he responds, that big, logical, brain of his immediately putting you in your place. Reminding you that he is the one with a little more experience and you need to listen to him. “You’ll be so tight… even for a finger.”

He forces your body down, flat against the bed and flips up your skirt. The cute triangular shape of your panties makes his cock throb, and he moves them into the crease of your thigh.

“Tell me if it hurts…” he requests, staring into your eyes as deft fingers come into contact with sopping flesh. He runs them through your folds, and you jolt when a finger tip grazes your clit. He moves it towards your hole, slowly teasing around it before pushing in. He stops, quickly, when you yelp. “Sorry, I’ll go slower. Hold onto me.” he instructs, a hand wraps around his bicep and squeezes as he continues to plunge his longer finger deep inside.

“Kiss me,” you whimper, pathetically. He drops his head so that your lips can meet again. He devours the moans and cries you emit as he curls his finger in and out of you. It feels odd, but not unpleasant. It’s still painful but it begins to subside.

“Gonna add another, okay?” he asks, and you nod. You hiss, instantly, hands flying down to pull his away. “Sh, sh sh, I’ll go slow again, okay? Gotta be able to take them or we can’t fuck.”

You fight back tears as the stretch begins to sting. He sinks his head lower, taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed slightly, coaxing him to look up at you. And then he remembers all of articles he’s read. All of the research he’s done.

He even thinks about his teammates talking about sex.

“You have to worship the clit.” he recalls one of them saying.

He pulls away from your tit, briefly, to line his thumb up with your clit and apply pressure. He circles it carefully, monitoring your expressions as he does. You yelp, trying to close your legs, but he opens them back up with his free hand.

“Are you gonna cum?” he wonders.

“It’s too much, Rinnie!” you gasp, skin tightening over your knuckles until they turn white as you grip the sheets. “S-Slow down, please! S’too much!” you cry, unable to hold back your tears any longer.

He doesn’t relent, however. Hoping the way your body trembles means you’re about to cream all over his fingers. It was an achievement he never reached with his ex without her assistance. She showed him how and where to touch to make her cum. But you’re not her. You’re perfect.

You gasp, breathlessly, as your pussy begins to tighten around his fingers. Your clit throbs as he teases it just right and you begin to cum hard and fast for him. He kisses between the valley of your breaths, whispering sweet nothings as you reach your peak and plummet back down to earth. He slows down his ministrations as you begin to shudder and twitch from the after shocks, looking up at you adoringly when you start to calm down.

“Good?” he asks.

“Very,” you pant, laughing lightly as you find your sense again. “Rinnie…” you speak, your confident bravado disappearing again as you feel naked and exposed.

“Yeah?”

“Promise me… promise you’re a virgin, too…” you say, looking up at the ceiling. You feel too needy and desperate as you speak. But that was too good for him to not know what’s he’s doing. He’s seriously only done that once on another girl? It’s a little hard to believe.

“I promise. Was it really that good?” he smirks. He kisses both of your nipples softly before sucking his fingers clean of your juices. “I’ve been preparing… reading about stuff. Asking advice. I’ve told you everything I’ve done, I swear.”

He stands up, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off his shoes at the same time. He pulls of his jeans and underwear in the same movement, revealing his large, blushing cock.

“We don’t have to do this.” he assures you, picking up a condom from your desk and tearing the foil with his teeth. He rolls it down his length, the rubbery sheen covers the pretty pink colour of his dick. “Do you want to stop?”

“Um,” you think about it. He’s asking as if he isn’t already raring to go. You look between his erection and his intimidating stare as you think about what to say.

“What about just the tip?” he asks. And at that, you nod. He reaches under your skirt and pulls down your panties to ogle your drippy cunt one more time. He feels himself throb at the thought of splitting your virgin hole open on his fat cock. He’s always known he was big, and he really doesn’t want to hurt you. He can only hope his fingering was enough prep before you rob each other of your innocence for good.

He lines up his cockhead with your virgin slot as he cages you in beneath his wide frame. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you, your moan semi silenced as he pushes his tip in.

Oh God this isn’t enough.

He knew he’d need more.

Just a little more.

He pushes in a bit further, and you pull your lips away from his to voice your concern.

“H-Hurts,” you tell him. “You’re really big.” you inflate his ego further, earning another inch of his cock.

He can’t help it, you’re spurring him on!

And he can only imagine how much better you’d feel wrapped around him without this stupid fucking rubber on. He stops pushing when you place your palms on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back a little. “Is it the condom, Rin? Is it t-too dry?” you wonder, batting your eyelashes up at him so innocently.

“Yes.” he replies, without hesitation. “I’ll take it off.”

He pulls out of you instantly. He hisses a little as he pulls at the condom too hard and it snaps back. He decides to push it up from the base of his cock, lining up with your cunt again right after.

And it’s like you’re made for him as he pushes in. He smothers any whimper you can make with a searing kiss. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth as he pushes in further and further until there’s nothing left to give.

You’re crying, again, not expecting to feel so much so soon.

“God, you’re beautiful.” he praises you. He moves his hips, slowly. His cockhead unintentionally nudges against your soft spot with every rut. The blinding pleasure prevents you from telling him, once again, that it hurts and it’s too much. “I know I said just the tip, jus’ feel so good, princess.” he whispers delicately against your skin.

And, as expected, he doesn’t last long.

A few pathetic strokes of his cock inside of you have him spilling thick spurts of white cream into your unprotected walls. He collapses on top of you, panting violently as he stuffs you full.

He was so backed up before this. He masturbates, of course, but not as much as the average guy. You’ve had this planned for a few weeks, now, so he decided to abstain so he could really enjoy feeling you for the first time.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry. Should have jerked off before I came over.”

“It’s okay.” you tell him, fingers mussing through his hair as you come to terms with the fact that you’ve finally lost your virginity, to your best friend of all people.

“I need to fuck you again,” he confesses, your fingers stop as you look down at him.

“W- now?”

“Soon,” he corrects you. “I want to taste you first.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[fanaticsnail]

You're The Cure

Masterlist Here, Pollen Masterlist here

Word Count: 4,300+

Synopsis: Law bought you a pretty flower from a port, wanting to impress you with it, and perhaps use it as a courting gift should you want him. As the Polar Tang's Herbalist, you know there is more to this flower than meets the eye. Trafalgar Law got more than what he bargained for with this little gift.

Themes: Pollen!Law x afab!reader, dubcon, desperate Law, Smut, mdni, NSFW, 18+ content, solo Law, edging, premature ejaculation, creampie, fluff

Notes: This little fic was brought to you by an incredibly recent ask that took control of my laptop. @sweetly-sicken, thank you for your ask - I hope you enjoy. @sordidmusings, @feral-artistry come get your man. He needs help (and thank you both for your help and your ears today while I wrote it).

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Hunched over the desk in the greenhouse aboard the Polar Tang, Trafalgar D Water-Law scrunched his eyes tightly shut and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. His body was alight with a foreign passion he had never seen make it's equal. His clothes scratched and ignited his skin, the material of his heavy jacket weighing down his torso under the thick shroud of gray. 

Peeling his hat from his body and tearing at the iron zipper of his coat, his body began moving on instinct alone. His mind was screaming at him for his appalling behavior as his hands scorched hot trails along the glistening skin on his stomach. Sweat poured from his temples, his lips parting and huffing as his hands moved at a will of their own below the waistband of his pants. 

As his right hand gripped his achingly hard cock, he viciously began pistonning it within his fist, writhing and thrusting within it to match his brutal pace. His left hand snaked its way up his chest, pinching and circling the peaked bud of his right nipple as he mewled in desperation. He felt the approach of an impending orgasm stampede him towards release, the relief of the finish line almost within sight as he continued abusing his shiny knob and pummeling his shaft. 

Just as he felt his body begin to tip its way over the edge, it fell away just as hastily. Panic wrote itself over his face: his eyes wide, his mouth agape with a thin trail saliva trickling down his chin in stringy strands. 

“No, no, no, no,” he begged, pleading at his body to respond to the stimuli, picking up the pace and attempted to seek out his impending eruption for the second time, “No-... f-fuck-... Please.” 

Choking his shaft, a momentary clarity sifted in his mind as his eyes snapped to the single, innocent, pale flower poking out of an unsuspecting, ceramic pot. The top of the flowers danced within the aura of the puffs of breath he was panting, the yellow hue of pollen tinting the air with a tang on his tongue and a burn in his nose. 

“It’s that f-fucking flower, isn't i-it?” he chastised himself in a harsh whisper, laying his right hand flat over the desk as he thrust into his vice-like grip, “F-Fuck, it's the f-flower. Fuck.”

The sweetness of his release was once again in sight as he scrunched his eyes tightly shut. He released his nipple from his fingers, gripping the steel rim of the desk as he continued to writhe into his fist. 

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh sh-shit,” he choked on his words, desperately chasing an end that only rewarded him by sprinting away from within his reaching grasp. Again, the panic seared through his mind as he doubled down on his efforts, “No, no, no, no-o!” 

Without any further thoughts about his elusive orgasm, he immediately elevated his left hand and splayed out his fingers. He growled out a desperate roar, his ink-tainted digits shaking as he attempted to activate his devil-fruit ability to expel the pollen like a foul demon from claiming his soul. 

“R-Room- Ah fuck!” he exclaimed, his body immediately flopping over the desk as his body doubled its efforts against his iron-will. The intensity of the spouted dust increased it's crippling hold over his body, burrowing down deeper into every aspect of his body. 

“Sh-Sh-... Sh-...” he arched his back, his brows knit in a tight furrowed concentration. Glancing at the flower once more, a pool of saliva began spilling over his bottom lip as sweat poured from his temple, “Sh-Shambles- AH NO!” 

His cock danced with unresolved release, twitching within his fist as the intensity of his desire amplified. The devil-fruit abilities were doused by the fiery spray of the pollen in his respiratory system and blood stream. His body was not responding to his commands to expel it from himself by the supernatural means, nor the natural. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, falling back into the chair behind him and gyrating his hips rhythmically upwards to continue to match the pace of his pistoning fist. 

As a final ditch effort to release himself from not only this spell, but to force himself to cum into his fist, he attempted to activate his Haki. Scrunching his eyes shut tightly before opening them once activated, the sparks of energy he intended on seeking fogged his mind with too frantic a stimuli. 

Suddenly, he was aware of every white-hot wave of lust coursing through his veins. Everything ignited into a bright wave of light, his eyes not able to adjust to the flashes of the augmented hue. He shook his head, immediately shaking off the use of Haki from his widening eyes. 

“H-Help,” he choked out a whimpered whisper, “I n-need help.” He mewled out a keening sob, desperately chasing his high within his right palm. He thrust his left hand into his hair, balling the sweat-damp strands into his fist and cried out for his release. 

The bob in his thigh, the lightning bliss within reach again within the coiling band in his abdomen, everything was right there. Right there, until it wasn't. 

“C’mon, Law!” He roared at himself, chasing his high. He focussed his ministrations on his frenulum, pinching and flicking his hand over the tight band of flesh, “You can do this. Gotta keep strong for the team. C-Can’t lettem’ know. You're better than th-this.” 

He whined as his left hand once again chased the channels of his inked art up his chest, swirling his nipples beneath his calloused fingertips. 

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried in desperation, his cock refusing to spill over even the smallest amount of precum over the slit, no relief in his release being welcomed into his hand, “Why can't I do this? I-I need-... Shit-... I need-... Mmmfph-... I need help.”

-

“Anyone seen our captain?” You asked the crew gathered in the communal dining space. Downturned lips, shrugs and soft shakes of the heads from your crewmates unified in their puzzlement. 

“Why? What's going on?” Bepo asked, his pale fur reflecting the buzzing illumines of the artificial light. 

“Oh, he said he had something for me, is all,” you smiled at Bepo, clapping your hand over his shoulder with a polite smile, “Something about a flower he picked up from that strange port earlier today. Wanted me to have a look, see if I could extract anything of it.”

Bepo let out a small squeak of joy, stifling further joy from fleeing from his lips by clapping his paw over his muzzle. He sought out the corners of your face, gauging your emotions responding to a gift from the captain. You shook your head at the large, fuzzy bear with a small smirk. 

“That kinda makes sense,” Penguin smirked up at you, shoveling his food into his lips and chomping down on the crunchy texture, “Seeing as though you're the herbal remedy spooky witch, and all. He's likely in your office, maybe even the greenhouse.”

“Herbalist, Pen,” you corrected him with a soft smirk and the shake of your head, “I didn't go to study permaculture, horticulture, botanical remedies alongside my bloody medical degree for you to refer to me as ‘herbal remedy spooky witch'.” 

Cackles erupted from the table around you, your own chuckle joining with the crew as you rose to your feet. Discarding the contents from your tray, you then placed the empty tray atop the metal shelf for the cleaning crew to easily manage. 

“Alright, family,” you called to your crewmen with a smile, “I'm off to take a look at that flower. I'll see you all for dinner later.”

“Bye, spooky witch,” Penguin chuckled at you, “Don't forget your broom on the way out.”

“Penguin!” Bepo scolded your hat-wearing crewman, prompting you to laugh in response. Shaking your head, you approached Penguin from behind, leaning down to lean into his ear with utter seriousness. 

“Be sure not to test this witch’s patience,” you smirked, purring into his ear in a sultry whisper. Penguin's blood ran cold, feeling the warm heat cascading from your body as your cool breath met with the shell of his ear, “Or I may curse you with something as sinister as impotence.” 

You laughed to yourself, turning and exiting the dining room to make your way towards your office. Noticing a dim light beneath the door, you cocked your head to the side as you narrowed your eyes. 

A small wave of tinted dust swirled beneath the door, your eyes widening at the hue of the pollen particles. You immediately reached into your boiler suit, seeking out your personal mushi-shell and raising it to your lips. 

“Bepo, you there?” You called to your fuzz-covered crewmate, “Important, honey. You there?” your snail jumped, Bepo’s voice expelling from the box with a hasty confirmation of, “I'm here, what's going on?”

“I need you to open the vents in the greenhouse and pump the room with clean air,” you ordered him, reaching for the door of your office and knocking on the cloudy glass of the window. 

Rough panting, cursing and growling echoed from a masculine voice from within the room, your heartbeat increasing the longer you were standing outside the door. You had read about this pollen, recognised the hue immediately beneath the crack in the door, and you knew almost exactly what sight was going to meet with your eyes as soon as you turned the door handle. 

“Bepo, did you flush the room?” You hastily hissed into the shell, a curt, “yes!” was confirmed in response. 

“Good job, sweety,” you praised him, before knitting your brows up in concern with a very cautious question, “Bepo?”

“Yes, Herbalist?” Bepo asked into the shell, “Is there anything else I can do for you? You sound kinda panicked.”

“I just-... I don't know how to put it plainer than this at the moment…” You trailed off, unsure of how to pose this question without further questions being asked of yourself, “...You're the captain's closest confidant, Bepo. Do you know if he's taken a lover aboard the ship? Anyone he fancies that might reciprocate his-... Uhh-... Affections?” 

A lull in the crackle prompted your heart to skip a few beats, patiently waiting for Bepo to answer your question. You were likely certain there were a few, including yourself, that took a shine to the broody and serious captain that manned the Heart-Pirates. You were aware of the cure for this disease he'd likely inflicted on himself, truly desiring to give him the treatment he'd actually consent to adhere to. 

This was pollen from the pale-lust plant, a plant that only the smallest amount of dust could amplify and magnify the sexual experience of the person who inhales it. It was usually manufactured into perfumes and body oils for those who wanted to ‘spice up’ their love lives. And your Captain had likely doused himself in it. 

“I'm not sure if it's my place to say, but from your tone of panic…” the shell muttered in Bepo’s calming cadence after several moments of silence, “...H-He hasn't ever thought about buying anyone aside you a gift at port before. A-And he really thought you'd like that flower he brought back for you.”

“Okay, Bepo,” you managed to choke out a small squeaked order, “I need you to block off all access to the botanical bay for the rest of the day. Captain's orders, okay? You're in charge.”

“Is everything okay? Do you need help-?” He questioned over the shell, you halting his voice by speaking over him. 

“-The captain is likely experiencing some systemic shock at the moment,” you confessed, adjusting your uniform at your neck in an attempt to stifle your blush, “Judging from the hue of the dust, it's likely the plant he brought back had an effect that I doubt he would've prepared himself for.” You bit your lip, truly concerned for Law's wellbeing within your office, “I need you to take charge until either I, or Captain Law, tell you otherwise. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Aye, sir,” Bepo’s practiced reply barked into the speaker, you could almost visualize the salute on the other side of the transponder. 

“Good boy,” you praised him, your hand moving down to the door handle and beginning to turn it, “I'm going to be out of contact for a while. I might still make it to dinner, but if I can't - please save me and the captain a plate!”

“Aye, sir!” he uttered again into the speaker, with a final, “Good luck with the captain!” Clicking aside the portable transponder, you thrust it into your pocket and shook aside your nerves. 

Hastily, you flung wide the door, turning immediately upon entering and facing the door as you clicked it locked behind you. As soon as you entered the space, the sounds of rough slapping of hands meeting skin, huffs of exasperated panting, groans and pleads falling from your captain's panicked lips alongside his panting mewls of pleasure flung themselves loudly and carelessly into the air. 

“Captain,” you whispered, your hands holding firm to the cloudy glass of your office door, “I know you're likely out of your own mind right now, but I'm going to tell you this anyway-.”

“-Fuck, what's happening to me? T-Tell me, please. Know I'm h-here. My h-head is here, I-I just-... ngmmh-...” he whined for you, the taste of your name tainting his tongue with desire and lust, “...don't judge me, please. I don't want this to change the image of myself in your head.”

Anticipation and a shameful wave of desire spread itself through your chest and ignited a throbbing need for your captain in your core. You knew this wouldn't be happening without this douse of pollen coursing through his veins, the raw need to chase his ecstacy within his fist behind you. 

“All th-this because I wanted t’get you a-... f-fucking gift t’ court you-...” Law confessed with a whispered hiss, his eyes raking over your body with lust and need, “...M’guessing this's from that f-fucking flower I got for you. Is-s there a cure?” 

A gasp flew from your lips at his confession, prompting you to almost glance over your shoulder at him. Deciding to give your captain a further shroud of decency, you halted your movement and chose your next words carefully. 

“There's no cure I can manufacture here, Sir,” you whisper over your shoulder, “But there is one that I know of-.”

“-F-Fuck, please get it. Whatever it is. Get the fucking cure before I lose the final bit of control I h-have,” he roared your name, barking his orders as the skid of the iron legs of the chair backwards, raking against the steel floor. You jumped in shock, the shifting of material scattering prompted you to become more aware of his feral urges further.  

Just as you began to turn your body to face your captain, two inked hands slammed against your own on the cloudy glass, prying them apart with a vice-like grip. Fingers laced between yours, his face fell in the crook of your shoulder as he deeply inhaled the scent of your perfume. He groaned at the feeling of his bare cock grinding in between the divet in your ass above your boiler suit, a shocked gasp fell from your lips in response. 

“Fuck you smell good,” he moaned, his lips latching on your pulse as his tongue swirled against you, “Taste even fucking better.” You whined as his teeth sunk into your neck, his rhythmic grinding not easing against your clothed flesh. 

His mind was hazy, his body was reacting to every subtle change in your voice and wavering breaths. As soon as you entered the room, it took all of his strength and will to not enter a state of frenzy and fuck into you with the deep ferocity of a wild beast. He owed you better than that. He wanted you to want him too, and if that meant holding onto his sanity by tooth and nail: so be it. 

“Captain-,” you gasped as his right hand left yours to paw at the front zipper of your jumpsuit. 

“-Law,” he growled his correction at you, “It’s Law, or anything other than my title or ‘sir’. Y-You-... fuck, sweetheart-... I n-need you. Please let me? Let me have you? Please?”

Slotting his hand over your chest, his fingers eagerly sought your left breast beneath the cup of your uniformed lingerie. He hastily rolled the peaked nub within his thumb, index and middle fingers; a cry of pleasure emanating from your throat as you threw your head back onto his shoulder. 

“We can talk about it later,” he whispered into your ear, pinching at your nipple as he bit your earlobe, “Know that I wanted you before all this-... F-fuck-...but I need you now.”

He hastily turned you in his arms, splitting the top part of your boiler suit back and shedding it from your body as he claimed your lips beneath his. Allowing his primal desires to take the reins, he continued breaking you out of your clothes to match his own nudity: pinning you against the door with his rutting hips. 

“What do I need to do? Tell me,” he moaned into your skin, his teeth catching on your own as you reciprocated his touch, “Guide me, my north star. Show me wh-what I gotta do.”

“Law,” you moaned for him, his body immediately pulling to you like iron to a magnet. Shedding the last of your clothes over your ankles, he used his feet to kick off your shoes. Cupping your thighs, he hoisted you into the air and hooked your knees over his hips. 

“My north star,” he moaned into your skin, his lips clinging to every amount of flesh exposed to him, “You're the cure. You're the cure, aren't you? My body is telling me you are.” You moaned for him as he carried you over to your desk, lying you on the cool surface and hovering over your body. 

“Anyone can be the cure for this, Law,” you confessed to him in a whimpering whisper, “It's the joining of bodies together that ends the torment. It's not me-.”

“-It is you,” he growled at you, hovering his lips just above yours and shaking from the amount of stress he placed himself under by holding back, “It's only ever been you. I need you. Better yet…” he lines his cock up with your glistening opening, the tip rubbing against your core prompting a small sob to exit from his lips. 

“...I crave you,” his arms shook beneath his weight, the sheen of sweat pooling from his temple beneath his only hair down to his whiskered chin, “Always wanted you. Let me have you. Please say you'll let me have you.”

“You have me,” you confessed, tracing your arms over his quivering forearms down to his hips, clawing him to draw him nearer. Guiding his cock within your entrance, you angle his hips as his brow sets deep within its furrow. 

“I feel like I'm gonna explode,” he confessed in a strangled whisper, “I-I’m sorry. I'm so, so sorry.” 

“It's okay, it's okay,” you soothed him with your calming voice, your thumbs pressing circular motions against his hip bones as he slid his cock to the hilt within you, “Use me, it's okay.”

As soon as the length of Law's cock slid to the back of your walls, he entered into a bliss he never would've imagined. His vision struck white, electricity sparking the flames of his encumbering lust as he shot you deep with spurts of his sticky cum. 

Barely having time to adjust to his size, he was already crying out for you. He immediately burst with his passionate release painting your gummy walls white, praising you for your gift to him while sobbing in deep pleas of anguish. 

“Fuck, I'm c-cumming. I'm f-fucking cumming. I'm already-...” He mewled your name, huffing as he barely began moving within you, “...I'm s-sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I-... hhah, fuck-... I'm sorry-... nngh- s-so good.”

You pawed at his ass, clutching onto his checks and held him deep within you, hips flush with your own. The twitches of his muscles all rippled with the expulsion of the final waves of his cum deep within you. 

“I'm sorry,” he repeated in a whisper, alongside chanting your name like a prayer, “I'm so sorry.”

“It's okay, love, I know,” you hushed him, his body collapsing atop your own and caging you beneath him on your desk. You drew your hands up to his damp hair, fingers brushing away the strands and cradling him close. 

Finally collecting his breath, his heartbeat slowing to a more forgiving beat, he refused to tear his face away from the crease of your neck and shoulder. Embarrassment at, not only, the hasty release of his cum within you had a red hue illuminating Law’s face. He was also appalled at the fact his surprise gift for you was a toxic aphrodisiac, one he fell within the snare of with no known cure. 

“Law, look at me,” you cooed down at him, prompting him to nuzzle his pouting face deeper into your skin. You tried your best to stifle your giggle to no avail - your laughter aimed at his utter childishness. 

“Law,” you chastised him, angling the heels of your palms down to collect his cheeks, “C’mon, love. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours. Look at me.”

He huffed out a breath of exasperation, finally tearing his face away from your shoulder and bringing his pouty face up to meet yours. His eyebrows were knit in a single point in the middle of his face, his eyes wide and filled with shame. 

“I'm sorry, herbalist,” he acknowledged your formal rank, his cock still deeply held within you, “I am better than this. I-I promise I'm better than this.” You arched a single brow up with your growing smirk. 

“Herbalist?” you parroted back at him, brushing your nose against his, “What happened to my name, or ‘my North Star’? I quite liked that one,” his blush deepened, the dark dusting of vibrant red cascading over his nose, cheeks and tips of his ears. 

“Well, what happened to ‘love’, huh? Where'd that go?” he quipped back at you, gliding his reducing cock out of your walls, releasing the floodgates of his excessive load of cum expelling from your pussy. He shifted himself away, glancing down at the expulsion of his cum dripping onto your office floor. 

“Fuck,” he shuddered out in a small whispered groan, “That was a bit more than I thought there would be. Room…” he extended his left hand upwards, the spatter on the floor and still within you vanishing with a further utterance of, “...Shambles.”

A small splash of water fell onto the floor, and a small spurt against your groin. You shot Law a quizzical look, prompting a smirk to rise on his cheeks. 

“I tried washing my face in your sink as soon as I got a waft of the flower dust in my face,” he shrugged before nodding his head over to your herbalist station, “Water was still in it.”

Smiling, you leant up with your elbows behind your back, looking at the man who was priorly all consumed with feral lust. He looked accusingly at the pale flower in the small pot beside your naturopathic remedial herbs, eyes narrowed and lip snarling. 

“It's the last time I'm buying you a fucking plant,” he muttered, turning to meet his eyes with yours, “Without checking with you first, of course,” he reached down with his right hand, smiling as you accepted his hand, “I want to buy you all the plants you could ever want,” he aided you to rise to your feet, guiding your hands to lace behind his neck. 

“Thank you, love,” you smiled at him, prompting his eyes to crease with his own joy at the return of your name for him. 

“Anything for my north star,” he pressed a gentle kiss atop your head, “My guiding light,” his lips trailed down to brush against the apple of your cheek, “My pretty map spiriting me home to hold you in my arms again,” he snaked his forearms around your waist, his smiling lips collecting yours beneath his. 

Parting your lips, he angled his head to the side and pressed several waves of passionate caresses against your mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, dipping his knees to elevate you within the air, his smile widening at the small squeak of surprise you released from your mouth to his. 

He placed you onto the floor again, chasing your retreating lips as you arched your back to press your exposed chest against his. The warmth of your skin spread from your body onto his, the heat radiating from his body engulfing your own with a warm infusion of radiant bliss. 

“You absolute sappy romantic,” you teased him as you broke from the kiss shared with him, “Didn't know you had all that in you. You must really like me.”

Scoffing back his laughter at your taunt, he squeezed your body against his. You laughed at his playful expression, leaning up to press a small kiss against his whiskered chin. 

“Alright. Fuck you, you brat,” he laughed, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous grin, “I was gonna let you top me, use me to get your own release from me, but now- ohhhh, now,” he shuddered a sinister whisper down at you, “Now you're gonna get it.”

“I'm absolutely shaking,” you taunted him further, your teeth nipping at his jaw, “Shaking, quivering and cowering.”

“Not now, you're not,” he growled at you, lifting you within his arms and hooking your knees over his hips once more, “But you fucking will be when I'm done with you.”

[chaotic-mystery]

Better Luck Next Time

Pairing: dbf!Joel x f!reader

Summary: this was from a request I got recently asking for dbf Joel and premature ejaculation and I hope you like it!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, porn w little plot, age gap but not specified, established secret relationship, handjob, fingering, nipple play, pet names (little one, good girl, baby doll, etc) Joel is over the fucking moon for you, premature ejaculation, embarrassment of shooting too early, mentions of masturbation and phone sex. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING. || word count: 1.6k || photos are for aesthetics, reader is not described physically || no use of yn ||

“I missed you so much baby, god damn you’re even more beautiful than the day you left.” His words smashed against your lips as he grabbed at your waist to pull you on top of his lap, your legs slipping to either side of his thighs. You were only gone for two weeks on vacation to your friends but to Joel it seemed like two months. 

“I missed you more, Joel. I really missed you.” You purr as your hands run down his sides and begin to palm his hardening bulge through the faded pair of jeans that was shielding you from what you wanted. The entire time you were away, he would send lewd photos of him playing with himself, building up this big talk about how he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, he’d take you down all night, the stuff you heard almost every night for those two weeks when he’d call you in the middle of his alone time.

“Can’t believe the way you jumped on me in front of your dad, sweetheart. Tryna get me killed, huh? You miss me that much?” Joel's teeth sink into the skin on your neck and you chuckle slightly as you try to yank his zipper down and the button free. “I’m so hard for you baby, god damn it hurts so good.” You somehow manage to fish out his throbbing cock that was spilling pre-cum from the slightly swollen and red tip. His head tilts back against the couch as soon as you wrap your palm around him, tugging slightly and circling over the head before going back to the base of his shaft. “Of course I missed you, you made it hard considering you’d call every night and let me hear you touch yourself thinking about me.” The teasing tone in your voice had his heart racing and you kissed his exposed neck slowly, matching the rhythm of your hand on his cock.

Joel hisses as he grips your ass roughly, “f-fuck baby, keep that up and I’ll do anything for you, such a good girl.” The way his moans poured from his mouth  made you impatient for that filling feeling of every inch of him inside of you, telling you how pretty you look as he splits you open.

His grunts grow louder and his arms extend over the back of the couch while the pair of dark brown heavy eyes stare at your hand that had all the power over him. Your breathing started to pick up and almost match Joel’s while your cunt was thumping inside your saturated panties just at the way you could see how needy he was for you. You subconsciously started to ride his thigh to give yourself a little release and he took note of it, grabbing the plush skin on your hip and squeezing for you to go faster. 

“That’s it, baby doll -ohh shitt- you’re so beautiful, sweetheart. You do such a better job at this than me.” He huffed and adjusted on the couch cushion, scooting down just a bit for you to ride him better. Joel liked the feeling of your panties on his jeans, painting the fabric with your arousal. 

The pair of you were panting harder with every motion of your wrist and hips, Joel’s name was drenched in lust as you moaned out for him. His chest rises and falls quicker the more you rubbed the underside of the head and he grabs your wrist, “Baby, wait hang on don’t-ahh-” without warning Joel’s cum was pooling in your fist and down your knuckles like a volcano. 

Joel grunts through gritted teeth with every pump from the tip of his cock as he empties himself in your hand. You sit still while he finishes and he reaches over to the tissue box on the coffee table and hands you a wad, helping clean up the mess that dripped down onto his groin. 

The room falls quiet as Joel sets the tissues to the side and tucks his soft cock back into his underwear. His deep sigh caused you to look at his face and you could tell by the redness of his face how embarrassed he was. 

“I um..I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to..” Joel stopped himself as he clenched his jaw and met your gaze, his hand still on your hip and squeezed softly. This was new territory for the both of you. You had never been in a situation like this before but it was nothing to be ashamed about. “Baby it’s fine, really. It happens, you were just too excited to see me.” You try to lighten the mood but he wasn’t responding the way you had hoped. Reaching out and cupping his face gently, your thumb brushes over his cheek to reassure him you’re okay.

“Hey, cmon now. Don’t be embarrassed please..it was actually kinda fun seeing you so worked up over me and trying your best not to come.” Your words sandwiched between your lips and his cheek as you kissed softly, trailing to his lips until he finally pecked you back. 

“It’s just so embarrassing, I can't keep up with a youngin’ like you all the time.” Joel tries to turn away from you but the grip you have on his face restricts him from doing so. 

“Joel I don’t care, I just like taking care of you. The rest doesn’t mean shit to me.” More kisses are plastered on his lips and he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” He pleads as he trails his soft kisses down your jaw to your neck and chest, kissing the tops of your breasts. What started out as loving exchanges of affection turned quickly into lustful nips at your skin with faint groans every moment his lips touched you. Before you could react, Joel was yanking down your shirt and bra, exposing your beautiful breasts he looked at like a starving man. 

Joel’s warm tongue licked a stripe up your hardened nipple and pinched the other one firmly as he closed his eyes and began to suck and bite, tugging with his teeth to get your attention. Yanking out moans from you was so easy for him, he didn’t have to do much. Hell, he could yawn and stretch and his shirt could ride up just a little on his stomach and you could moan at the sight of it. “You’re so good to me little one, what’d I do to deserve you? Should I make you come since you’re so good to me?” 

His free hand unwraps from your waist and travels up your skirt to your aching cunt and Joel’s thick fingers start to taunt your clit from outside your panties. “Yes, Joel, please I need you so bad, don’t you feel it? You feel how turned on I am watching you come too fast and getting bashful about it?” You teased and with that he shoves your panties to the side, fingers instantly finding your clit and rubbing tight little circles over it. He growls against your breasts as he sucks on the other one, your hand cupping the side to help it in his mouth more. “Yes yes yes, that’s it, just like that, please Joel.” 

You can feel the grin grow on his face as he plunges his fingers deep inside your entrance, the squelching making you blush while he starts to pump in and out of you, taking his saturated fingers to your clit to rub a few circles before going back inside you. “Oh, that’s my good girl, you like it when I touch you here?.” He rhetorically asks to be an ass, sucking on your nipple harder as he curls his fingers to get inside you. 

“Y-yes, baby -oohh fuckk- please don’t stop-p” You sputter out, your body trembling the more he toyed with you. The thought of your dad coming back from getting food any moment was running through your head and only made this hotter. What would he say if he found you like this on Joel’s lap, his hand in your panties and his lips attached to your tits for dear life? His best friend taking his daughter like this? 

Hips bucking with every motion of his hand, you could tell you were close and ready to let go all over him. “Joel-I’m gonna c-come- don’t stop don’t stop-ooo!” With a squeal and your legs trying to close shut, your pussy clenches around his fingers as you dissolve into pleasure while Joel’s tongue licks over both nipples, fingers just barely thrusting inside. The raging lust coursed through your veins and you kissed him passionately, still grinding on his fingers until you couldn’t move anymore. Joel pulls away and leans back against the couch, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you into him and take a second to breathe. 

“Welcome home, baby doll.” He whispers with a chuckle and rubs your back.

The deadbolt on the front door in the other room brings you right back to Earth and you fly off Joel, shoving your tits back into your bra and adjusting your panties under the skirt that was riding up your waist. Joel hurries and grabs the tissues and walks them to the bathroom garbage, staging it to look like he just finished in there. 

“Who’s hungry?” Your dad asks, walking into the room with a brown sack of warm take out. 

Joel stood behind him and you two exchanged looks, big grins plastered on your instead answering your father.

[mothandpidgeon]

Making Out to Pablo Honey (virgin!Dieter Bravo x f!reader)

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pairing: virgin!Dieter Bravo x f!reader

rating: E MDNI

summary: Dieter’s always tried to be cool. The thing about being cool, though, the more he tries, the less it works. You, on the other hand, you’re cool.

contents: virgin!Dieter, young!Dieter, lots of 90s references, cannabis, mentions of masturbation, fingering, premature ejaculating, one ferris bueller reference, reader is able bodied and not described physically moth never uses y/n.

This fic is about horny teens doing horny teen things. It's not too late to not read this if that's not ok with you.

wc: 2.5k

a/n: I'm thinking of this as a Dieter origin story. I really enjoyed thinking about him before he was the DIETER BRAVO. Anyway, this was kind of healing I wish I knew him back when I was in high school. Thanks @moonlitbirdie and @whocaresstillthelouvre for betaing and cheering me on!

“Sweet or salty?” you ask. Your head is buried in one of the kitchen cabinets, rummaging through a selection of snacks. 

Dieter sits on the counter opposite, watching you with a lazy smile. 

“Sweet,” he says. “No, wait. Salty.”

You look at him over your shoulder, your eyes bloodshot under heavy lids. 

“You’re so stoned,” you giggle. 

Dieter blushes. Despite the fact that he coughs after every hit, getting high with you after school has become his favorite past time. You never tease him for it, just put the joint between your lips while Dieter wonders if you can feel the warmth from his there. You’re both well and truly blazed at this point after smoking up in the dugout of the school's baseball field.

Dieter gazes over your body as you stand on tip toe, reaching for the top shelf. It’s like he can’t control his eyes from wandering to you when he’s like this. Sometimes you notice. 

“What?” you’ll say. “You’re staring at me.”

“You’re paranoid,” he’ll lie. 

He wishes he was brave enough to tell you that he’s staring because he thinks you’re beautiful. 

It’s hard to believe that the two of you are actually friends now. He still remembers when you were assigned as his lab partner, a girl that he was equally drawn to and intimidated by.  

Now he’s in your house after school almost every day. 

“Honey?” your mother’s voice calls from the front door.

“Shit.” Dieter hops onto the floor before she enters the kitchen in a smart business outfit. 

“Oh, hi, Dieter,” she says, smoothing the bottom of her hair. 

“Hello, ma’am,” Dieter says. 

You stifle a laugh. 

“Dieter, you don’t have to call me ma’am,” your mother says.  

“Um okay,” he replies. He can’t remember her first name. She’s told him before. Does he seem stoned? Oh, god, he definitely does. 

She scrunches her nose.

“What’s that smell?” she asks.

Dieter’s stomach plummets. The two of you must reek of pot. He’s grown to like the scent– an earthy tang that now reminds him of you. He braces himself, trying to clear his foggy mind for a moment so he can’t act sober. 

“Somebody must’ve run over a skunk,” you say. “What’re you doing home so early?”

You change the subject so seamlessly. Of course. Nothing ever seems to scare you.

“I’ve got a meeting with the Vermont people but I left the damn file here,” she says, picking a folder up from the kitchen table. “I’ll be back late if we close the deal.”

“Good luck,” you say.

Dieter bursts with laughter as your mother goes out the front door. You join him, nearly doubling over with your giggles. 

“I was freaking out!” he tells you. “A skunk! I can’t believe she bought that.”

“I know, right? She’s clueless,” you chuckle. “Look.” 

You hold up your creation— a plate bursting with flavor and texture. It’s organized into little piles of treats— potato chips, Oreos, a handful of glistening strawberries. Chocolate covered pretzels rest beside dried cranberries and several ropes of licorice separate honey roasted peanuts from fun sized Kit Kats in glossy red wrappers. It’s a feast, every bite he could ever want just when he wants it the most. 

“Fuck,” he whispers as he takes in this offering. 

Maybe it’s the pot buzzing around in his head but he can feel himself falling head over heels for you. He wants to kiss you but what if you don’t want to be kissed? What if you reject him? He could play it off as a joke like the one he told in the biology lab that got you to notice him for the first time. Humiliation he can handle but he’s not sure he could take that heartbreak. 

The cookies are calling his name so he abandons any dreams of filling his mouth with your tongue in favor of a Nutter Butter. 

There’s a big, L shaped couch in the basement that Dieter sprawls out on while he munches on the fruit. They might be the best strawberries he’s ever eaten. Everything tastes so good when he’s high. He wonders what you taste like. 

“Do you like Radiohead?” you ask sorting through a pile of cassettes. 

“Yeah. I love them,” he says. He’s only heard one of their songs on the radio but if you like them, he wants to like them, too. 

Dieter’s always tried to be cool. He has a lot working against him— built like a string bean, a goofy personality. His own fucking name has betrayed him. He got the same haircut as Leonardo DiCaprio, he saved up to buy a pair of fancy sneakers, he spends hours in the mirror carefully choosing his outfits. The thing about being cool, though, the more he tries, the less it works. 

You, on the other hand, you’re cool. Effortlessly so in your black boots and chipped nail polish. It’s not just the music you listen to or the clothes you wear. There’s something in your attitude, an aloof confidence that he’s never been able to replicate. 

Despite his anxieties, you never make him feel judged. It seems like you enjoy introducing him to new things. You offered to make him a mixtape and it sent his heart fluttering. He’s shared a thing or two with you, too— leading you through the aisles of the local video store handing you his favorite obscure movies. Sometimes you laugh at his enthusiasm but it’s never mean spirited. 

You pop the tape in and climb up onto the sofa as rough guitar strums seep through the speakers. There’s something psychedelic in the music that has Dieter sinking deeper into his seat. 

Although there’s plenty of space, you sit alongside him, propping your feet up on the chaise beside his. Dieter’s pulse picks up. He’s so aware of you so close to him, each move of your muscles as you get comfortable. He can smell the pot tangled up in your hair and the fresh scent of cotton that always lingers on your clothes. 

“I like being high,” Dieter sighs. 

You laugh. He fucking loves the sound of it, wants to be a little clown to keep you giggling away.

“Give me a Kit Kat,” you say. 

The snack plate is balanced on Dieter’s lap so when you fish through it for the candy, he can feel the pressure of your touch right on his dick. He stifles a groan, trying to focus his attention on the crinkle of the wrapper in your hands. 

He’s touched himself to the thought of you more times than he’d like to admit. There was an incident when you unexpectedly brushed your ass against him at your locker and he popped a boner. He had to take care of it in the bathroom, one hand cupping the tip of his cock as he came so he didn’t make a mess. 

“Dieter,” you say. His name sounds so sweet when you say it softly like that. 

“Yeah,” he replies. 

Some time in the last fifteen minutes, his mind wandered away and he got lost in the haze of his high. He can’t remember what he was thinking about before you got his attention or how long he’s been out of it. There’s just a warm feeling in his head and every once in a while he remembers that you’re sitting right next to him and he smiles to himself and then he floats away again. 

“You’re staring at me,” you say. 

You’re close, laying on the same couch cushion, your face just inches from his own. You have pretty eyes. Maybe that’s what he’s been looking at. Or your hair. He likes your hair. 

“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. There’s no denying it this time. 

Your lips curl into a smile and your eyes dance over his features. He feels himself leaning towards you like his head is too heavy to fight your magnetic pull. 

Your noses brush, that’s when he realizes that you’re moving towards him, too. Both of you hesitate there, an acknowledgement of this point of no return— your friendship will never be the same. 

You kiss him. At first it’s a cautious meeting of lips and, suddenly, a crash of passion and excitement. It’s sloppy and unchoreographed but the two of you find a rhythm. He can taste the chocolate in your kiss. 

You climb onto his lap, sliding your hands beneath his shirt. Having all of you there, straddling him like he’s in his own wet dream, is overwhelming. Blood rushes to his cock. There’s so much of you to explore— soft places to touch and hold and taste. He wants all of you all at once and you seem just as eager. 

Your mouth roams his neck and teeth rake against his earlobe as you rock over the bulge in his jeans. He’s so sensitive from the weed, he can practically feel the hot drag of your pussy even through the layers between you. 

Dieter fumbles with the clasp of your bra and you knock his hands away to do it for him, then unbutton your pants and do the same for him. He keeps his mouth on yours as you pull off his shirt with eager kisses. 

He slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties. He’s met with the slick lips of your pussy giving him a delicious shiver. You gasp and sink your teeth into his bottom lip. 

Now your hand finds him, coating his length with precum and tugging. 

“Oh god,” he chokes. He wills himself not to finish right there in your hand. 

Dieter presses a finger into your entrance, slow and cautious, watching your expression for any signs of discomfort. You’re so tight, he can’t imagine the crush of it around him. The strokes on his cock stutter and slow as he thrusts deeper until eventually your limp hand simply holds him. He doesn’t care.  The feeling of you is addicting, all slippery and inviting. 

“Ow,” you complain. 

“Is this ok?” Dieter asks. 

“Don’t just finger me,” you complain. 

He blanches, unsure of how to correct himself. If you want more, he’s more than willing to give it to you but it has nerves churning in his belly. 

“I’ve never done it,” Dieter says. 

He immediately wishes he could take the words and swallow them back down. His neck burns with embarrassment. The coolest girl he’s ever met is letting him in her pants and he just spoiled it all by admitting he’s a virgin. 

You stare at him with big, round eyes, your lips swollen from kissing. Your adam’s apple bobs in your throat. 

“Me either,” you tell him. 

It’s Dieter’s turn to stare. He’s shocked. It seems like you’ve done everything already. At least, everything a high school senior would aspire to do. 

If you were embarrassed to tell him that, you don’t let it linger for long. “That wasn’t what I meant,” you say. “It just— I don't think I can come that way.”

Dieter nods in awe. This isn’t the first time he’s gone to third base but he hadn’t felt very sure of his technique during those few encounters. You look a little nervous, maybe for the first time ever, but he’s so impressed you’re confident enough to tell him what you want, to even know. He wants to give you exactly what you need. 

“Show me,” he says. “Show me what you like.”

Your pupils blow out and Dieter’s not sure which one of you is more aroused. Eventually you regain yourself, nodding quickly and climbing off of his lap so you can shimmy your pants all the way off. 

Dieter can’t help but stare at all the parts of you that are exposed. You’re so pretty he can hardly believe he gets to touch you. His cock throbs at the sight and he fists himself before realizing that he’d better stop if he wants to last more than half a minute. 

You lay back on the couch, parting your bent legs for Dieter. He sits up for a good view as you explain the secrets of the universe. You take his hand and guide his fingers to your pussy, carefully sliding them along the side of your clit. It’s velvety soft and warm and slick and you take in a sharp breath. His cock jumps. Again, a wet stroke over you. You set a pace, your hand around his as he makes you melt.

“Woah,” he whispers to himself as he watches your body respond. 

He’s not sure where to look; at the glistening lips of your pussy, a rare glimpse at the opposite sex in real life or at your face, eyes closed and brow knit as you float in ecstasy. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

He forgets the throbbing between his own legs, entranced by your pleasure. Your grip around his hand slackens and Dieter experiments with slightly faster strokes, kissing your neck. Your pulse thrums under his lips, your whines vibrating. 

As he gathers more slick from your entrance, you grind your clit into the heel of his hand. Your hips lift from the wet patch that’s growing beneath you. Dieter keeps his hand planted on you, giving you all the friction you need. 

He tries to find a way to tell you to use him, to take what you need, but he’s speechless. Watching a girl get off on him, and not just any girl but you, feels like witnessing a miracle. 

Your muscles tighten, every single tendon in your body wrapped up like a rubber band about to snap. He can’t help himself. Dieter slides a finger inside of you. It feels even better than before, now that your walls are coated in that sweet release. 

That’s when it crashes over you. You lock up, your arms and thighs straining. He can feel your core tensing around him desperately and he thinks he might cum just from the sight of you like this. It’s not like he’s seen in porn. You’re quiet, focused, somewhere else and he wants to go there, wherever that planet of pleasure might be. 

He wants to kiss you, to taste your release and bury his face in your tits but he doesn’t dare move and ruin this exquisite moment for you. So he keeps moving with the same steady tempo as you flutter around him. 

You groan out his name, long and slow and it sounds like music. 

Dieter feels his hips jerk and, oh fuck, he’s cumming. He tears his hand away from you to squeeze it over his spasming cock. It’s too late and the wet press of you coated on his fingers doesn’t help. He paints his torso with his own warm, sticky spend. 

You stare, eyes wildly surveying the mess on his belly, still dazed as you come down. 

He should be mortified that he just blew his load all over himself the very first time he’s gotten physical with you but his veins are coursing with bliss. His head falls back, chest heaving as he catches his breath. 

“I really like you,” he says. 

Your face breaks out in a smile and you bashfully bite your lip. He feels your fingers intertwine with his own. 

“Yeah. I like you too,” you say. 

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Thanks for reading! Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and my asks are always open!

[eyesxxyou]

HI MY FRIEND RECOMMENDED ME TO YOU.

CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE NERD LOSER HOBIE LOSING HIS VIRGINITY TO F!READER? (but he busts in like 30 seconds cuz you feel too good around him)

virgin!Hobie x fem!reader

❝ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❞ virgin!hobie, inexperienced!hobie, loser!hobie (he's just so cute), handjob, oral (hobie recieving), premature ejaculation

Hobie never thought something like this would ever happen to someone like him. He was a loser, all things considered, a dork, a nerd, whatever you wanted to call him. He spent his free time tinkering with gadgets and equipment for his home. Hell, he couldn't even lived in a normal house like a normal person, he lived in a boat for crying out loud.

He had made this all apparent to you in the beginning when you first expressed an interest in him and none of that deterred you. You liked him, you said, you found him charming, likable, different. And you wanted him, God, you wanted him.

He didn't know how it happened, how one thing led to another and he was going from talking about his latest project with such vigor and passion to you between his legs, working to free his cock from his pants.

“Keep talking”, you say once you manage to work him free, your hand wrapping around the thickness of his cock and stroking him gently in your palm. You spat on the tip, let it dribble down the length, spreading it with your hand up and down to smooth out your path. And God, you looked up at him through your lashes and his brain short circuits. “I-uh. I- I used the–” you kissed his tip, nice and sweet, and carded your tongue into his slit.

He was at a loss for words. Never before had Hobie gotten a blowjob before, nor a handjob other than his own. You took as much as you could of his lengthy cock into your mouth, letting it settle down your throat while your tongue traces circles around the underside of the tip. You bobbed your head subtly, your hand gripping him at the base where your drool pooled as it leaked down his dick.

You swallow around the tip, over and over, gagging a little as you do so. It was the hottest sound Hobie had ever heard. He never thought he was that big but watching you struggle to take him made his face heat with embarrassment. Was he too big? Was it too much?

You could hear him over thinking and pulled back a little to kiss his tip again. “A said keep talking.”

“I can’!” He wept, your hand stroking him faster and faster, saliva-slickened and wet. His hips rutted into your hand with desperation and need. “‘m close.” He almost whined it was so pathetic. You had hardly even done anything, less than a minute in and he was already about to cum.

You retreated completely and for a moment, Hobie thought he had ruined something good going on. He was ready to beg for you not to go, not to leave him like this, all needy and horny for you. But he watched with eager eyes as your began to strip down out of your clothes, piece after piece landing on the floor in front of him until you were completely nude.

You came over to him, grabbed him by the shirt to pull him on top of you as you settled down on your back. You splayed yourself out for him, a feast ready for him, all he needed to do was take what he wanted.

You were so kind, so sweet about it. You helped him out when he was too petrified to move, just staring at you in all your beauty. You were nice and wet, just for him and he couldn't believe it. How could anyone be aroused over him? Him? But you were, glistening wet and ready to take him in with a kindness he's never before known.

He didn't have to say anything to let you know he was a virgin. It was all in the way he acted. You cooed softly at him as you guided him closer and placed one hand on your hip and another on your breast. “Be gentle now.” You told him as he squeezed and fondled and caressed. His hands roamed your body timidly, unsure of exactly where he should place them. He wanted to touch all over you.

You guided his cock head to your entrance and Hobie took the quiet liberty of pushing his wet length into the heaven between your soft thighs.

His whole body shuddered and his mind quieted for just a moment. All he could do was hiss softly, pushing in inch by terrible inch, murmuring soft, “oh wow”s along the way. Your gummy walls held him in a vice grip, wet and tight and beautiful all at once.

He pulled back and and pushed his hips forward with the same timidness as when his hands explored your tender body, unsure of just the right amount to give. But god, you felt so amazing and the second thrust was surged forward with a little more energy.

You smiled watching him, your hand caressing the nape of his neck and your other on his hip to help him with the right amount of energy to give to his thrusts so he didn't hurt you. So big he touched the spongy flesh of your cervix.

Hobie let out softly of a desperate cry, his orgasm shivering through his body only after 2 and a half thrusts. His cock twitches inside you, once, twice, then spilled out with rope after rope of hot, white cum. It painted your walls and let him embarrassed, apologizing like his life depended on it all while his hips kept rutting into you.

“Fuck- ‘m sorry. I-I didn' mean t’.” His hands grip your waists and his hips hump you, fucking his cum deep into you all against his will. He can't help it, can't help how good you feel. “Ya jus’ feel so good.” As if that could excuse how embarrassingly quick he came. He was ready to call it quits before he could get the chance to humiliate himself in front of you any further but you held him right where he was.

You stroked the back of his head. You hold his hip and guide them to keep fucking you, his sweet, sensitive tip leaking cum into your full pussy, each thrust eliciting a lewd squelch as it dribbles out of you. “It’s alright, baby. It’s okay, just keep going. Take your time.”

[iwabaam]

Shameless

Synopsis: An overwhelming night out turned into an unexpected meeting with a stranger.

Pairing: Choso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, pnv, nipple sucking, reader and Choso are both drunk, dubcon, premature ejaculation

Word Count: 3.7k

It was a Saturday night on a summer day, and the air outside was moist and clammy. At a house party that your friends dragged you to, you figured that it might be better inside the house rather than outside. Boy, were you wrong.

Despite the fact that you were wearing nothing but shorts and a thin tank top, inside the house, it just may have been worse. Sweaty bodies collide against each other as music bounces off of the walls at an alarming rate, your shoes stuck to the floor with every step, alcohol, soda, and whatever else could be on the floor, making you cringe. You’re not sure why you let your friends drag you out this time. Maybe your body craved some fun, or maybe it craved to get loose. Unfortunately, being here only makes you even more tense.

 

The little bit of alcohol that you had downed just an hour before arriving was getting to you now, making you slightly dizzy as you tried to navigate through the crowd to find somewhere, anywhere, to finally be able to breathe. Your friends had long since dashed off into different directions, no longer caring about what the hell you were doing, and to be honest, you didn’t necessarily care, either. 

 

Trudging through the crowd, you finally found a place less crowded. The staircase. Now, you didn’t know whose house this was, or if you were even allowed upstairs, but the few people hanging out on the stairs told you that it was okay. And if it wasn’t…you’d worry about that later. You tried to bypass your dizziness as you walked up the stairs, gripping tight on the staircase. You pushed past a few people that were in your way, muttering a few 'sorrys’ as you did so.

 

Eventually, you made it to the second floor, and you finally felt like you could breathe. There were a few people up there, but most of them were just chatting and drinking, likely up there for the same reason as you. You sighed, suddenly feeling the urge to pee, and you fanned yourself while looking around at the closed doors throughout the hallway of the upper floor. Man, it was hot…

 

There had to be a bathroom up here behind one of these doors, though. You started to walk down the hallway, opening door after door, before you stumbled on a bedroom. Looking inside, you saw that no one was there, which was a rarity when it came to this overly crowded party. You tip-toed inside, seeing an open bathroom door within the room, and you closed the bedroom door behind you. You then went to use the bathroom, not bothering to close the bathroom door all the way before you sat on the toilet, sighing in relief. You still felt a bit dizzy from the alcohol, so you shook your head as if to shake the drunkenness away. Despite your little ‘attempt’, that did not work.

 

After flushing the toilet, you quickly washed your hands before you made your way to leave the bathroom, opening the door but not realizing the shadow that cast in the crack of the door, and before you knew it, you collided right into something—or someone—feeling a horrid wetness spilling down your shirt.

“O-oh, fuck, I’m sorry,” Said a male voice, and you blinked a few times, your vision coming into focus to see that you had bumped into a man. A very fine one at that. His eyebrows were twisted into worry as he gazed at you, his pupils slightly dilated, likely out of drunkenness.

 

“Uh, no, you’re good.” You said, though a bit awkwardly. You then pointed to the bathroom behind you. “Do you need to use the bathroom? It’s free. I’ll just, uh…go.” Hesitating for a moment, you turned to leave the room, but not before you felt a hand grab your wrist.

 

“Wait, no-” The man spoke, and you turned around, perplexed. “You can’t go out.”

 

“Huh?” You jeered at him. Why was this random dude telling you what to do? You sucked your teeth before you yanked your arm out of his grip, making your way back to the door once more without another word, a bit of a stumble in your gait as you did so, the alcohol in your system not making it any easier.

 

“No!” Before you could open the door, the man grabbed your waist, pulling you from the door. “You can’t leave, not…not like that.”

 

“What are you even-” Before you could finish your sentence, you stopped, seeing his gaze on something else. Following his line of sight, you saw how drenched your shirt was in the front, your nipples being showcased as clear as day. Your eyes widened, suddenly remembering that wetness that had spilled down your shirt just a minute ago.

 

“I didn’t mean to, you just caught me off guard, and…” You could visibly see him gulp, his adam's apple bobbing, as he shamelessly looked down at your breasts. He then shook his head, closing his eyes tightly, before he moved you from the door, his hands still on your waist. “B-but that’s why you can’t go out. You—we have to do something.”

 

“We?” You asked in confusion, and you scrunched your nose in distaste, the smell of the alcohol spilled on you, pungent in your nostrils. “The hell is this, what was in that cup?”

 

“Just vodka.” He said it nonchalantly with a shrug, apparently not being able to get his eyes off of your breasts.

 

“Why…why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, curling in on yourself so that you wouldn’t be as exposed as you were.

 

“Wait-” You weren’t expecting his hands to grab at your wrists, preventing you from fully covering yourself up, but then he quickly let go. “Shit, I’m sorry. Please don’t think I’m weird.” He then turned away, scratching the back of his neck. “Oh, I know! You can have my shirt, that way, you don’t have to be exposed.” Before you could say anything, he was quick to take his shirt off, leaving his top half bare to your eyes.

 

“Hey, wait, that’s not necessary,” You said, though you couldn’t keep your eyes off of his well built chest, not exactly expecting that to be underneath his shirt. Maybe it was due to the alcohol in your system, but damn…it felt like the room was getting hotter.

 

Choso looked at you incredulously. “Wha…are you sure? Your…your, uh…” He looked back down at your breasts before whispering. “I can see them.”

 

You sucked your teeth at him, looking at him with a deadpan expression. “Yeah, I know, I can see them, too.” You retorted, and his face dropped a little. “I’ll just stay in here until my shirt dries. I don’t need your shirt, but thanks.”

 

“Aw, man, but I can’t leave you like this.” He said, a small whine coming out of him. “It’s all my fault.” He held his head in his hands dramatically.

 

“Then don’t leave, I guess.” You shrugged.

 

“But, if I don’t leave, I’ll…” For what seemed like the 1,000th time tonight, his eyes were glued back on your breasts, and you saw him gulp once more, as if saliva was just threatening to drip from the corners of his mouth. “I’m Choso.”

 

You couldn’t help but be taken aback by his rather random introduction, a laugh emitting from your lips. “Okay?” You said with a tilt of your head. “I’m Y/N.”

 

“Nice to meet you…Y/N.” He said, your name rolling off his tongue easily. “They’re very n-nice.” You furrowed your brows in confusion before he shook his head, realizing that what he said was rather cryptic. “I mean your tits.” Now, he wasn’t hiding it at all, the tip of his tongue leaping out to wet his lips.

 

“You’re not very subtle.” There was a lilt in your voice, one that would make it obvious to most that you were merely teasing.

 

“It’s kinda hard to be subtle when you look like that…” He said, his voice getting quieter as it seemed like he was leaning in closer to your nearly exposed nipples. Wait, no…he was leaning closer. “I’m just a lil’ drunk, so don’t mind if I-”

 

A startled yelp leapt from your lips as he eventually closed in on you, his face going directly into the wet cavern of your cleavage. “What the fuck!?” Was this guy serious?

 

“Mmmh,” He hummed, nuzzling his face further. “Forgive me…Y/N was your name, right?” He spoke, lifting his head up a bit to look at you, the sudden eye contact almost sent a shiver down your spine. His face was coated with the thinnest sheen of the vodka he had spilled on your shirt, his tongue poking out to wet his lips once more. “You wouldn’t mind if I jus’...” Your breath hitched as his large hands caressed up your waist before reaching the mounds of your breasts, slightly squeezing.

Now, any other time or place, you would’ve slapped the shit out of him, and hell, you still might. Yet, the way he groped you made a forced groan spill from your lips, your body tensing up for a split second.

 

Well, shit…did you like this? The slight desperation and lust mixed in with alcohol clouded his pretty eyes as he looked up at you, and there was no doubt that he saw how he affected you in such a short time. He took this as a green light, his palms pushing your breasts together through your shirt, the ceiling light gleaming on the wet mounds before he leaned in closer, letting his tongue brush against one of your nipples.

 

“Shit…” You whispered, your back arching towards him. You blinked a few times in surprise as you tried to come to your senses, despite the fact that your panties were starting to stick to your lower lips. “Yo, Choso, hold on a sec, w-what are you doing?”

 

“Tiddies.” He simply mumbled before he slipped a clothed nipple in his mouth, sucking the vodka out of your shirt.

 

Your lips parted as you whimpered at his ministrations, trying to speak once more. “I know- hah- I know that’s what they are, but who said you could-”

 

“Please.” He pleaded, his voice dripping with desperation as he looked back up at you through his lashes, groping your tits with more fervor. “Lemme jus’ enjoy this, I’ll give you something real good after.” He said, not bothering to wait for an answer before he was quick to lift your shirt up over your boobs, the subtle bounce enticing him more than anything else. “So pretty…” He groaned, diving in between your mounds to flatten his tongue on your sternum, licking from the bottom up.

 

At this point, you didn’t even want to argue about it, your hands coming up to tangle in his messy locks that were pulled into two ponytails. “Ah, what the fuck ever-” You mumbled as you allowed him to lick down your breasts, cleaning the spilled vodka off of your skin. A muffled groan left him as he once again attached his lips to your right nipple, kissing it before enveloping it in his warm mouth, sucking on the bud. With his other hand, he groped your left breast, kneading it into his palm. 

 

It was almost as if he was obsessed, switching between both of your tits to get his fix until he had sucked and licked every drop of vodka off of your skin. He relished in the sounds that you made, every breath and whimper going straight down to his already rock hard cock, begging to be set free from his boxers. 

 

Once he finally let up from your tits, he looked you in the eye, slowly backing you up until the back of your knees hit the bed, causing you to widen your eyes in surprise as you fell backward.

 

“Fuck, your tits are so pretty.” He groaned, moving to hover over you on the bed. Shit, whose bed was this, anyway? What if someone walked in?

“Wait-” You stammered out, lowkey feeling a bit nervous at the straight lust penetrating you with just his eyes, your palm resting on his chest. “You’re not, like, planning on fucking me, right? Do you know whose bed this is?”

 

He stared down at you in silence for a moment before spreading your legs and resting his body in between them. “I do plan on fucking you.” He simply said, lowering himself down far enough that you felt his warm breath tickle your lips. “And no, I don’t know whose bed this is. That doesn’t matter.”

 

“It kinda does matter.” You retorted with a nervous chuckle, though the moisture between your thighs was telling you that you needed dick, now.

 

“No.” He shook his head, wetting his lips as he lowered his hips to meet yours.

 

“Oh…!” You gasped once you felt his hardness press hard into your covered folds, your hips bucking up out of your control.

 

“Fuck…” He whispered, shutting his eyes tightly for a moment before opening them back up. “C’mon, princess, please? I’ll make you feel really good.” He groaned, biting his lip as he grinded his hips down into you, rubbing down directly on your clothed clit. “Jus’ once…jus’ one time, p-please?” He begged, his voice dying down to a whine as a shiver went through him, his cock twitching in his pants.

 

You didn’t know how long you could possibly try and act like he wasn’t affecting you. This man, whom you had met less than 30 minutes ago, was the cause of your soaked panties and spit-shined tits. Your pussy clenched around nothing, as if begging you to cut the act and let him shove his cock into her already.

 

It took just one more delicious grind of his hips before you had made up your mind, your brows furrowing in frustration. “Fine, you can-” Before you could even finish your sentence, Choso had already sat up on his knees, working on unbuttoning his jeans. He was quick to hook his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down along with his jeans, his cock springing out of its confines. 

 

Your jaw dropped. Choso’s cock was big. Big and thick, one big vein underneath the shaft from the balls to right under the mushroom tip. It was red and angry, pre-cum dripping from his tip, so much of it, that his whole cock glistened in the light. You gulped, your mouth watering at the sight, but you only snapped out of it once you felt your clit throb again, pleading for attention. 

 

“Choso, you have to be quick, someone could walk in at any time.” You said, though that was only partly true. Other than the fact that you were in a house that neither of you owned nor lived in, there was also the fact that you wanted—no, you needed him to fill you up as soon as possible.

 

“Oh, I’ll be quick.” He grunted, wasting no time to pull your shorts off in a hurry, the clothing dangling on one leg as he spread your thighs once more. He groaned at the sight of your thin panties sticking to your soaking pussy, your lips outlined in the fabric. “You’re so wet, shit.” He nearly whined before moving your panties to the side and sliding a thick finger through your messy folds, causing your hips to twitch ever so slightly.

 

His eyes were locked on your pussy, a lip in between his teeth as he focused on every little squelch, clench, and twitch on your most sensitive area.

 

“Choso…” You whined, starting to get impatient. “Quick, remember?”

 

It was as if Choso was knocked back to reality, his eyes widening for a moment as he looked back up at you. “Right, right, my bad.” he apologized breathlessly, a glassy look in his eye as he got back to business. “Quick.” He whispered to himself before he aligned the tip of his cock at your sopping entrance, wasting no more time before he breached your walls.

 

You sucked in a breath through your teeth as his fat tip slowly started bullying itself into you, the stretch stinging yet it felt so painfully good. He shut his eyes tight, holding his breath as he sank into your wet heat inch by inch.

 

“Ah, fuuuck, you’re s-so tight.” He groaned, his fists balling the sheets beside your head as he hovered above you, a slight tremble in his hips as he sank further and further. Your lips parted in a soft moan as he filled you up slowly, his pelvis meeting with yours. He paused as he let out a shaky breath, his self control slipping. God, he felt like he was about to bust already. You were so tight and wet, your cavern clenching around his throbbing cock like a glove. 

 

You were about to tell him to start moving already, but it seemed like he was a step ahead of you, his hands going down to grasp at your hips before he pulled back until only the tip was inside of you before slowly inching back in. A plethora of profanities spilled from his lips as he pushed back into your tight heat, a shiver going down his spine.

 

His cock felt fucking magnificent already, dragging along your walls as he set a steady pace, relishing your moans and the faces you made as you took his cock.

 

A heavy blush set on his face as he realized that he might just cum a little too quickly. He was barely 10 pumps in, and his whines were louder than yours as he quickened his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder within the room. Your body jerked with each thrust, and the bed started to creak under the weight of both of you.

 

Choso bent down to nuzzle his head in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pressing kisses there as he tried not to cum on the spot. “You f-feel so good,” He moaned, moving his hand to grab your thigh as he pushed it further up to give him more space to angle his hips as he pushed into you.

 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your head dropping onto the mattress underneath you as you hissed through your teeth once you felt him push harder into you.

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum-” His grip on your thigh tightened as his nails dug into your skin, and you were too far gone to even register what was said, his cock slamming into your walls at a now merciless pace, your toes curled as your thighs jiggled with the impact of his thrusts. You could feel your high start to build up, a lewd moan torn from your throat as you felt his tip press at your cervix, causing you to buck up into him.

 

You don’t even notice him getting whiner and whinier as he kept fucking into you until his cock wildly twitched inside of you, and he was quick to pull out. “C-cumming,” He groaned, brows furrowed, as his cum shot out of his slit in thick ropes, coating your wet lips and your stomach. His hips bucked with every spurt of his cum, making a mess out of you for what seemed like forever until he finally calmed down. “Oh shit-” The tips of his ears went stark red as he realized how quick he just came, especially after the promise of making you feel good.

 

“Uh…” You didn't know what to say. Sure, you didn't want to make him feel bad about cumming, but damn, you wanted to cum so bad. 

 

Before you could say anything to try and make this less awkward, Choso jumped at the opportunity. “Don't worry, I'll make it up to you-” He said quickly, sliding off the bed and dragging you to the edge of the bed before going down to his knees.

 

But, you couldn't even get excited at the prospect of feeling his tongue on your clit, a sharp knock on the door snapped the both of you out of it, freezing as you looked at the door.

 

“Yo, why the hell is my door locked?” A voice called out on the other side of the wooden door, annoyance radiating through the wood.

 

Choso looked at you incredulously, and you frowned.

 

“Why are you looking at me like I did it?” You said with a scowl, frustrated that you couldn't even get off tonight. 

 

Choso growled in annoyance before standing up from the floor, pulling his pants up to hide his half-hard cock. He hesitated for a moment in confusion before picking his shirt up off of the floor, using it to clean the sticky cum off of your pussy lips and stomach, flinching once the person on the other door started banging on it. “Ah, shit.” Choso sighed, his face almost pained as you moved quickly to put your clothes back on. Before you could make any other moves to book it out of here, Choso grabbed ahold of your chin, making you face him. “This isn't over, okay?” He said, voice firm, despite just how weak your pussy made him.

 

“What are you-”

 

“Give me your number.” He said, it almost came off as a command if it wasn't for the pleading whine in his voice. There was another harsh bang on the door, followed by some incoherent shouting and the aggressive wiggling of the door.

 

Anxiety spiked, you shook your head, looking between the door and him. “We don't have ti-”

 

“Fuck that, I don't care about that.” He interrupted curtly, eyes determined. “I need your number. You won't regret it, I promise.” 

 

You sucked your teeth before you snatched the phone that he was handing you, and you were quick to input your number, almost throwing it back at him. Choso, though, didn't seem to care much as he looked at the saved contact with a relieved smile. 

 

“Thanks, princess.” He chuckled before he leaned in to give you a quick, yet unexpected, kiss on the lips before he stood up straight, heading for the door. “See you soon, then.”

 

You then watched him open the door, whatever commotion was going on outside the door falling on deaf ears as you imagined just how he could possibly make up for not getting you off, and just how soon it was going to happen…

[toxicanonymity]

Hi fren.

I looooove your writing. It’s like the perfect blend of horny, horror, and hilarity. It really speaks to my debauched soul.

I had a thot. How do you think RaiderJoel would react if Sweet Pea mustered up the courage to nibble (ok, bite) him? You know how in the first ep of TLOU when Joel gets the call from Tommy that he’s in jail? And Joel leans back on the couch and rubs his eyes in frustration? There’s a shot of his tricep that looks so tender and I just wanna chomp it.

Let’s say he’s got Sweet Pea caged in and she just turns and grazes her teeth on his arm. Would he be mad? Or would he just completely lose his shit and immediately cum like a volcano?

Anyway. Thank you for your brain!

xoxo

biting raider joel's arm.

700 words, raider!joel x f!reader | raider master A/N: Thank you for your kind words anon. xoxo WARNINGS: I8+ Biting, non-penetrative somnophilia, dubcon (long term stockholm syndrome) p in v, manual restraint,  a little rough, premature ejaculation, f masturbation using Joel’s big meaty thigh, unedited. 

In your sleep, you turn over to face him. He reflexively cages you in with an arm and leg over you. In the early morning, you wake up first and lie there enjoying the closeness. His arm twitches, then he adjusts his position. His scent wafts from his exposed armpit and it stirs something in your belly.  Your hips press forward on their own and his arousal twitches against you, leaving a drop of wetness that makes you salivate. You've got to do something with your mouth.

His breath stutters and both arms tense for a split-second.  They're so strong and thick. The bicep over your cheek flexes. You open your mouth, turn your head toward his arm, and let your teeth graze his skin. You lightly press your lips into his skin, mouth still open. Then you can't help but gently bite down. You’ve barely pressed your teeth into him when his arm jerks up and away.  For a moment, his bicep comes down heavily on your throat, making you cough.  You try to turn your head back toward him and whisper, "sorry."

He abruptly rotates toward you, his body pushing yours onto your back. He pins you to the bed with his weight. His arousal is pressing right between your legs. He grabs one wrist, then the other, and pins your hands above your head, held with one hand.  He brings his mouth to your bicep, opens wide, and bites down. He bites harder than you did, but not hard enough to be unpleasant. The ache feels passionate, like he needs you. His tongue grazes your skin then he seals his lips and sucks before releasing your arm. The air cools his spit on your skin. His cock throbs against your thighs and mound. You whimper under his heaving chest.  

"Hmm?" He asks rhetorically before moving his mouth to your neck and repeating the action. The hand above your head grips your wrists harder as he sucks. While he's latched onto your neck, his hips beginning to move, grinding himself against you.  His cock nudges its way between your thighs and slides wetly against your folds.

You tilt your hips for him and catch the head of his cock. He pushes the tip inside, then sheathes himself entirely, like he can’t hold back. He whispers, “fuck,” as he bottoms out. The sudden stretch faintly burns despite your arousal, then your body is quick to catch up. While he's all the way in you, his cock throbs like a warning. He withdraws some, then slams into you again, holding you in place with his hand pinning your wrists.  He grunts under his breath as he pounds you. Your breasts bounce with the impact of each thrust.

It feels like less than a minute before he grunts and mutters, "oh god, fu--ohh," and his cock erupts violently. He sighs and releases burst after burst, truly filling you up, with some of it seeping down his cock as it slowly moves. He stays inside for only a minute and your walls twitch around him, but you don't quite get there. He lets his length slide out before releasing your wrists and settling in stomach-down, half on top of you. His dick rests against your hip, wet with your combined mess.  He drapes his arm over you and nestles a leg between yours. He falls back asleep just as quickly as he came.

You experimentally lift your hips for friction against the heavy thigh between your legs, and he keeps snoring. You squeeze your thighs together and subtly grind yourself on him, then your body jerks and you stifle a moan. You manage to keep mostly still through your waves of pleasure, then fall asleep.

Once the sun has risen, Joel stirs and it wakes you up.  When he rolls off you he sees your arm and finds his body sticking to yours.  He looks confused for a moment. He studies your arm and brushes the bruise with his thumb. It feels like an apology.

“It doesn’t hurt,” you reassure him. “Sorry I woke you up.”

His brow furrows and his eyes search your face for something. "Hm," he ponders. "'s'okay, sweet pea."  He leaves it at that. 

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Thank you for reading <3 I saved some more meaningful arm love for the real story.

[pedroshotwifey]

Idk if you still do those nsfw requests... but if you do, can I request Nr 39 and either Din? Because I feel like din would be so taken aback by everything, as he just seems like a virgin at heart (sorry not sorry🥲)

Hi baby!! Don't you know sub/virgin Din is my specialty? 😏 I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy!!

Pairing: Innocent!Din Djarin x GN!reader

Warnings: premature ejaculation, grinding, innocence kink, embarrassment, stuff I'm probably forgetting

Word count: 927

Cramped

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“Din, I really don’t think there’s enough room in that thing for all three of us,” you admit. 

“No, look,” he walks over to the small ship and points at the bubble on top. It appears to be a repurposed droid pit. “Grogu will sit up here.” 

You bite your tongue and nod, not wanting to let him down but knowing you need to explain that it’s just not going to happen. The N1 is a big downgrade from the Crest, but you can’t blame him for trying to make it work. 

“That’s really smart, but look at the cockpit.”

You watch as his helm turns to the small, single seater cockpit. 

“What do you mean?” 

You resist the urge to just stare at him. What does he mean ‘what do you mean’? 

“Din, do you really want to travel for days at a time cramped in that thing with me? I’d practically have to be in your lap.” You ignore the way your cheeks heat as a crude image pops into your head. You’ve been painfully aware of Din’s innocence for as long as you’ve been flying with him, but this is next-level. Does he really not get why this may be a problem? 

“It’ll be fine,” he says. “We can stop more often if we need to.” 

You sigh at him, about to bring up the fact that you’ll be wasting a ton of fuel if you stop every day you’re traveling. 

“Here, I’ll show you.” 

“Din, I–” 

“Just try it, please?” 

He’s already lifting the seal and getting in, settling himself in the pilot’s chair. He shifts his hips and spreads his thighs as he gets comfortable and makes room for you. It makes your mouth go dry. He’s a few years older than you, but absolutely fucking clueless. 

He says your name when you don’t move from the spot you’re standing in. “C’mon,” he motions his hand for you to come take a seat. You chew on your lip for a second but decide to indulge him. You’ll just have to be careful. 

You grab his hand and let him help hoist you up, bringing you to stand between his legs and then lower down. You make sure to shift down a bit so that your ass is on the edge of the seat instead of against his crotch. Of course, though, Din’s hands come to your hips to drag you toward him, getting the two of you flush to each other. 

You can feel heat in the tips of your ears now as you’re pulled over him slightly. You know he’s just trying to make sure you’re comfortable, but his efforts have the opposite effect when you can feel his soft cock pressing against you. Your body stiffens and you bite your lip, sending a prayer up the maker that it stays that way. 

The bulge is fucking impressive, you’re not going to lie. You’ve caught glances of it before—intentional or not—but this is insane. 

You try to subtly move yourself off of him the tiniest bit, more to relieve the pressure to his appendage than anything else. He lets you do so, but not much with his hands still on your hips with nowhere else to go. Then he moves them to your thighs, one resting on each. Okay, maybe they did have somewhere else to go. 

Another image shoves it’s way into your head, this one of his hands further between your legs, no barrier between the two of you as he uses one of them to—

You shake yourself out of it, squirming as you silently scold yourself. 

“See? It’s fi—” 

He chokes on his words as your ass brushes against him, the brief friction something he’s not used to. 

“Fuck, sorry,” you apologize frantically, trying to get up off of him so you don’t make him uncomfortable. You can already feel him stiffening. He moans softly and his hips shift a little as well, causing even more rubbing on parts that do not need to be rubbing. His hands tense on your thighs, holding you to him so you can’t move. You yelp, unsure of how to get out of this predicament without stirring him further. 

“What the fuck? Do that again. I liked it.” 

Your jaw drops. 

“W-what?” 

“Do that again. What was that?” 

“I–” 

He bucks his hips again, stimulating his now fully hardened cock. 

“Mph, that.” 

“I-Din, I don’t think you unders–” 

But he does it again, and you can feel arousal stirring within you despite yourself. He ruts up, a moan crackling through his modulator. His hands grasp harshly as he starts to grind against you. 

“D-Din–” 

Suddenly, he groans behind you, his body tensing and trembling as your face floods with embarrassment. You can feel his cock twitching and pulsing, a wet spot forming in his flight suit. It goes on for longer than you’ve ever seen before. You throb with want between your legs as you listen to him come down from his orgasm.

The two of you sit in silence, Din panting slightly as you try to process what just happened. 

“Cyar’ika?” 

You swallow. “Yes, Din?” 

“W-what was that?” 

“You just came,” you explain, trying to keep your hoarse voice loud enough for him to hear. 

“Oh,” he says, though you can tell he has no idea what the fuck you just said.

“Can I do it again?” 

You let out a shaky breath and turn your head slightly his way, knowing you’re not getting out of this explanation.

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Here’s the link to the prompt list if anyone else would like to request 🫶

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The Bear and The Baker: Chapter Five - REPEAT (NSFW)

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five

Summary: She’s relatable and willing to help him figure out how to stop spiraling down a dark hole of anxiety, but she’s pretty and sweet and knows what to say and do… and Carmy just can’t help himself.

(big thanks to @novemberbluesky for beta reading this last chapter <3)

Tags: friends to lovers, UST, RST, pining, wet dreams, masturbation, lots of food talk, reader used to be a pastry chef, mental health, panic attacks, anxiety, meditation, oral sex, cunnilingus, premature ejaculation, handjob, desk sex, first times, virginity, mild dom/sub undertones, kitchen sex, love confessions, blowjobs

Words: 4k

TW: panic attacks

"Christ-" you whine, digging one hand into Carmy's greasy curls on the crown of his head, the other gripping the edge of his desk as his tongue swirls around your areola. Short, sandpaper stubble abrades the bottom swell of your breast as his face presses in, lips open and cheeks caving against your nipple. It's agonizingly good. Each suck and insulated lick's all gummy, sweet, and marvelous like he's molding burnt sugar with his tongue or… or something like that… 

It's a little difficult to think when you're tipped backward, seesawing in Carmy's lap, lower spine against the desk's edge, trembling beneath his hungry attention that switches aimlessly between both bare breasts. Somewhere on the floor lays your bra and maybe your sweater… soon to be home to the rest of your clothes because if Carmen Berzatto doesn't fuck you in the next ten minutes, you're gonna do it for him. 

"Carmy," you hiss, lashes tangled shut and fingers yanking at his scalp, "... teeth. T-too sensitive." 

He pulls away with a moist pop. His upper lip hooked over your swollen nipple, throbbing from a single overzealous bite.

"Sorry," he swallows, slick lips worrying over the tender bud, "… sorry, baby." 

His hot breath fans away the ache, and a wet kiss to the peak dribbles dolce pleasure down your belly, straight between your thighs. Beneath you—against your pelvis—his cock is a dense rod that fogs your senses. 

It's a thicker feeling than it had been even in your mouth. 

Carmy isn't small… which, to be honest, surprised you slightly at first. You've never had anything larger than average, and his approach to flirting and intimacy didn't warn you of anything daunting… though, over the years working in the service industry, food and further niche pockets of upper-class culinary gave you an appreciation for how wrong first impressions could be, as well as a few ulcers and a pesky panic disorder…

Carmy stretches his fingers against your naked spine and presses his hips forward, thighs up, forcing you further into his lap, harder against his sucking lips and branding erection.

"F-fuck," you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut, every draw of his lips sending a throb through your middle.

While a little bit of that time-old anxiety resides in your chest as Carmy kisses and licks all across it, the thrill of something a little scary and unknown is, for once, exciting and not terrifying. But, you grow itchy with each reverent caress Carmy bestows upon your breasts; sweet pecks over their tops, beneath the swell of curvy fat, sweeps of hot tongue across your nipples. He closes his lips around the left to suck it like he had the right, adding moisture to the oven broil that is his mouth. It's slow and lazy, not hurried at all, which only builds up the layers of anticipation until you're rocking against his cock, moaning as he moans… and tugging his hair by the roots, whining as he sucks even harder… those teeth returning in delicate nips. More pleasure oozes through you, dense as caramel toffee, and-

"Taste," he murmurs into your nipple, "so…" an easy bite, "excellent."

Carmy's palm slides across your ribs, then sweep the expanse of smooth skin to your other breast, holding its weight with prickly super glued cuts and fabric bandages. His fingers dent, and a thumb flicks your saliva-slick nipple while the other receives a slash of the tongue. 

"Do you-" you swallow a strained noise and gasp, "Do you want to… fuck me now? W-want you to cum inside me this time."

"Already did…" he murmurs, thumbing your lip with care.

You laugh deliriously, ending the sound with a sigh as Carmy returns to his sweet abuse on your nipples. 

"You know what I mn-mean…." you whimper, fisting the desk's edge a little harder as your fingers release his messy hair to move between your bodies, groping blindly until your thumb bumps across the slippery tip of Carmy's cock, quickly grasping its hot girth for an awkwardly angled stroke, "You're already hard again…"

Carmy's lips slacken, moaning hot over well-loved nerves.

"I want it—want you to fuck me with it this time."

"Ffffuck. Fuck-"Silenced by a squeeze to his dick, you only get a string of stutters as a warning before Carmy picks you up, urging your legs to wrap around his waist before he starts sweeping everything off the surface of his desk. 

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A part of his brain is sullen over the mess of paper he's just swept to the floor. An empty plastic pint container clicks to the tile; some Sharpies and that mug that says 'How about a cup of shut the fuck up' goes to the floor too, shattering. Carmy pays it no more time than it takes him to give his desk another wide sweep, sending his calendar desktop flopping to his feet as he hauls her up on the edge. The old metal creaks, but the sound is swallowed by an ambrosial moan, dripping with a vanilla glaze as it smothers her lips with his. She still has a lick of brine deep inside from his orgasm, a realization that sends a shiver down his spine—a pulse to his cock.

Her teeth pinch his lower lip, and Carmy shudders anew, hips rocking up to press his dick against the seam of her jeans. She's wearing too much—too many layers between his bare dick and her heated core. 

"Your mug-"she starts, lips sliding off his for a second to glance at the floor, but he's pinching her chin between his fingers and drawing her mouth back to his, eyes off the stupid fucking mess and back to him. A whimper. Another wet kiss, then a bite to his lip, the upper one this time, and Carmy's fingers smooth around her hips, shoving his thumbs in between denim and warm, soft skin.

"Take 'em," a kiss and lick and, "off," then another, deeper slant against his mouth has Carmy trembling with desire. Same shakes he gets on the line when everything's fucked, but nothing about this makes him want to hide in the lock-in and heave through panic and palpitations. Everything about this, right here… it's good—great—and he's gonna do his best to make her feel the same. Replace all that shit about beating hearts signaling their ends and all about it triggering the start of everything .  

"Now," she nips his lip hard enough to snap him into motion.

"Shit," he curses, ripping his swollen mouth away to plant wet kisses across her cheek, down her neck, fumbling with the button beneath her navel. A creeping ache of anxiety fills his throat as his heart pounds rhythmically in his chest, worried he's gonna need help to undress her—worried he's gonna fuck this up, but then he gets lucky as the front clasp comes free, and her zipper slides down easy. Her bottom lifts and Carmy shoves four fingers under denim and cotton, gripping hard and yanking it down her ass and thighs off her calves and ankles. Shoes and socks hit the floor, and ankles return to lock around his bare ass, drawing him and his throbbing dick against the softest, wettest promise he's ever been given. 

It doesn't even register that she's pulling his shirt up his stomach until she gives his chin a peck and asks him to take it off. 'Please, Carmy… wanna see you.' And he's tugging it over his head, sweaty curls falling over his forehead, more exposed than he's ever been… with anyone… 

She kisses him over his pounding heart just above the triangle of ink from his youth. The act causes a palpitation, and a swoop in his stomach, watching her lean back against the desk, spread open and smiling. 

"Fuck," Carmy puffs out, taking in the contours of softness—the peaks and sweat-shined skin perfectly imperfect and deliciously real. That decadent swell of emotion sticks in his throat; it's the same one he felt back when he finally felt like he had a purpose, standing in his toque blanche while the Chef de Cuisine praised his braciole. But it's better now. Refined. Pure.

"Don't keep me waiting," she's smiling, awkwardly sensual, but a beckoning finger above her glistening folds makes his cock bounce. Her gaze drops, staring at it, and Carmy's eyes follow, widening as her heels drag him in, pressed flush—wet and hot. 

Carmy whimpers, licking his lips at the golden-lit sheen of his cock pinned to his stomach by her pussy—the unflagging mass denting her soft mons… dripping precum down between them where it catches the light and the little, stiff bud of her fleshy clit, snug and engorged against a winding vein hugging his shaft. He swallows, holds her hips in both hands, and looks back up, finding her lazy, smiling eyes and hot cheeks. 

"You're sure?" He asks, needing reassurance.

"Very sure.” She smiles until her eyes crinkle, and then gives him a kiss as soft as hand-beaten whipped cream, and Carmy smiles back.

They both shift, her fist wrapping warmly around his shaft, wetting his dick by rubbing his leaky head through her folds. Carmy presses his hips forward when it pops across her clit and grinds a little… just a bit until she's making circles with his cockhead over the tender bud. Carmy could easily cum like this… try as he might, this won't last long, and that's no more apparent than right now… right as she slips his dick down and deep, pulling him in by the heels in his ass. He steps forward, wraps his arms around her, and moans into her mouth.

And Jesus Christ… this isn't just popping his cherry, but emulsifying it into rich, hot syrup, sticky and sweet. The feeling that punctures his spine as Carmy gives in and thrusts, bottoming out with a great, shaky exhale, is without definition… just sensation without a name…

"God," he wheezes into her mouth, trying to kiss her through the steady pulsing around his cock—the whooshing of blood in his ears—the exceptional everything he finds buried inside her for the first time.

First, of many times, he hopes, almost prays. 

"Carmy…" she moans, and he can feel the impatience, another decadent whimper translating into 'move' and 'move fast and fucking hard' so he grabs onto her back and shoulder—arms almost crossed behind her—and dents his fingers in before smacking his hips at a relentless depth. 

She yelps and digs her nails into his scalp. It stings, much like when he was eating her out in his kitchen, and that had been good… she loved that, so Carmy figures 'to hell with it' and picks up the pace, pounding her soaked pussy until she's hiccuping against his lips, whining and groaning and…

… and pushing against his chest, telling him to 'hold on' and 'take it easy' and 'stop…'

"What-what'd I do?" For a second, he gets that flutter in his chest, but not butterflies, just a pause and thick beat that throws cold water down his spine. Did he fuck it up already?

"You okay??" 

" Uh-huh, just— fuck , Carmy."

He stills, carding his fingers through her hair, musing her hot cheeks, trying to get a good look at the damage: watery eyes, a pained creased between her brows, pouty… moist lips so kissable and raw it makes him wanna do anything, and everything to make them curl into a smile. 

"… did I… hurt you or— shit, what'd I do? "

"Cool your jets, Chef," and there is a shaky smile, but something else, "G-give me a second… slower—slow down a little. Please... "

He swallows the sudden urge to ignore everything she's just asked and just… fuck her until the desk dents the wall—until he's stuffing cum inside her like some selfish asshole, but Carmy takes a deep breath against her lips and leans in to kiss her sweaty neck. Acidic brine and umami hit his tongue; it's sex and something even better.

Gradually, the urge to rail her passes, and he just listens, basking in the slick vice wrapped around him. After a few long, drawn-out seconds, her fingers tug at the damp curls on his nape.

"O-okay. Keep going," she sighs, "… just not so rough. Just… just for now."

Carmy nods. Yeah, he can do slow and steady. It's all about patience; he's got that; he just needs to use it for this and not only for stirring jalapeno jelly for six hours straight. Ever so gently, his hips begin to rock slowly and shallowly. Just four or so inches, just a little over half his length, rubbing the delicate outer ring of her pussy. 

"So good," he pants, "… so tight. How— fuck —how much longer?" Carmy doesn't wanna sound too eager or presumptuous, all traits he despises in himself and others, but… fuck… so good. His thrusts start going choppy as she shudders against him.

“I mean… is this…” Carmy gulps and tries to word that last bit better, "Is this okay?"

"Little more… you're, uh , a little too… big… and girthy."

Carmy halts with the swollen bulb of his cockhead held thickly inside her as a rush swoops into his balls, pulling them taut to his body, ready to burst. He blinks lazily against the crook of her neck, heart hammering, so fucking close to losing it. A bead of sweat runs from his hairline to the edge of his nose as his joints lock, fending off the rip of a climax by replaying whispered verbal abuse from CDCs in his ear…

'You're worthless.'

"Cah-Carmy?"

'Say you're scum. Tell me you're nothing. You deserve to be dead.'

"… you're okay," she says against his temple, planting a kiss over beads of sweat while his cock twitches meanly. He's okay. He's got this… like everything else, Carmy can white knuckle his way through it. And, after a few breaths, the edging of his orgasm fades away. 

"Yeah," Carmy almost chuckles, almost cries, but her palms flatten across his bare back, fingers eroding stoney knots of anxiety with gentle rubbing motions of love and heat. With a nasal sigh, Carmy lets go of the trauma and the expectations and kisses her thrumming pulse point beneath her ear.

"Almost came," he admits, muffled against her throat as he noses her clammy skin. It's so fucking hot in his office—that his mind briefly lands on installing a fan when and if this happens again.

"... hey," she whispers, squeezing him in a tight embrace, "if you cum, you cum. It's more than okay."

He licks his lips and rubs his damp forehead over her collarbone. He can see down her body, between her heaving breasts, at his glistening cock held halfway inside her. No, he's not ready to cum just yet…

With a swallow that clicks in the tiny room, Carmy starts to move in and out of her slick pussy. No more than the first three inches delves through her gummy, vice-like heat. She's so much tighter than he remembers from finger fucking her on his kitchen counter—so much sweeter and mind-melting.

"... ffffuck ," he sighs, "I wanna… gonna make you cum, baby." And again, she makes him want more than good food, sanity, and loneliness. He wants to make her feel good. So… so fucking good. So Carmy slows his roll even more, leaving behind shallow and rhythmic for lethargic and deep. It's almost worse—better—this way since he can feel everything. Each inner ridge plump around his dick, contouring to his girth… sucking him in until his tip is lodged against her cervix. 

Carmy gasps as her pussy flutters around him. Her breath sweats across his hairline.

"... like that," she sighs, clinging to him with hands, thighs, and softness. 

"Right. Good… just," Carmy nods, swallowing, "tell me if—fuck—if you…"

She shushes him softly and rubs down his spine, "Just like this, baby."

He nods again and kisses her pulse, running wet lips up with each slow drag of cock, finding her slack mouth with a great, heavy swell of heat that spreads from his chest out into the very tips of his fingers, toes, and outward. She's a full-body sensation, and while Carmy's never been a sommelier—not even close—he thinks this is what they mean by rounded. Perfect notes that end in words like ambrosia, mellow and rich. Carmy breathes her in with a hard thrust that's still achingly slow, feeling everything.

Her breathing grows ragged, puffing against his lips between wet kisses, her mouth hanging open on a moan so sweet his stomach tightens, and a bolt of pleasure tugs his balls. 

"... god damnit. Hah-hang on," Carmy grunts, grabbing the upper heft of her ass, trying to still the gentle rocking of her lower body as he fights off another urge to cum. She giggles—a din of noise like cooling glass candy—but it's not mean; it's breathless and awe-struck. He knows 'cause that's how his laugh sounds when she pinches the meat of his own ass, filling his office with heavy, happy breaths and her hot whispers of 'cum inside me, baby… I know you want to.'

"You're mean, you know," he pants out, smirking with loose lips when she hums in agreement, squeezing the tight muscles in his back as he shifts on his feet.

He wants to cum, and he will, but it's the same devotion that got him Chef of the Year, which makes him hold off, wanting to prove he can make her feel the same bliss she brings him. There's always his tongue, he thinks, almost giving into that primal urge, but this is different. Carmy wants to feel her cum around his dick, so he sucks down his pounding heart, stabilizes his feet shoulder-width apart, his posture precise, then swiftly pulls her to the edge of the desk, hands sweeping to the backs of her thighs with a squeeze. He tilts her beneath the cabinets spilling with unfiled paperwork, knees up against her glistening breasts, and fucks forward. 

" Haaah-ah… fuck, " her fist grips the desk's edge, the other shoved flat under the cabinetry, "D-do that again," she hisses, then softer… sweeter, begs, "... please."

Carmy does it again, just as hard and swift, getting a sound out of her that's pornographic. He does it three more times, just until he feels her thighs trembling in his palms, then lets his cock slip completely out.

"Wha… what are you-"

He grabs his wet dick and smears the head through her folds, nudging the plump bulb of her clit, ignoring how good it feels to tap and rub it with his plush cockhead, focusing instead on the quiet puffing moans… the way her hips grind forward, swirling herself against the raw contact.

"Jesus Christ, Carmy. If you… keep doing that," she pauses to whimper, "I'm gonna cum."

"I'm gonna make you—fuck—gonna fuck you until your too fuckin' weak to walk out of here," he promises, giving her clit a final, sticky smack before pressing down and back in with a hard thrust. It's effortless this time. She's so impossibly wet.

He fucks her just like she wants, giving unforgiving, precise thrusts, bottoming out at an angle that combs over her thickened sweet spot. With every slap of his hips, he can feel it firming up. Each meticulous, well-angled motion dials her moans up higher. Her hands are suddenly around his waist, holding on tight. That flutter he felt before becomes a wet, noisy slurp, getting wetter and louder… tighter and hotter. Carmy repeats his method several times: thrusting, pulling out, rubbing and tapping, back inside… fucking… and pounding until his heart's in his throat and sweat running down his temples, stinging his eyes. She's just as wrecked, perspiring under his hands on the backs of her knees, licking it off her upper lip and cheeks, hot and shiny.

"... oh, fuck—I'm… yes," she rips a hand off his side to lay flat on his desk. Her hips start to meet his in a messy, slippery mash. 

Carmy watches, hypnotized. The jiggle of her breasts is only one of many mouth-watering delights like she's some feast prepared just for him, by him… steaming, boiling, cooking him alive. Fuck, he's not gonna last… and she's so close… 

Just a little more—just another minute or more.

“I-I-fuck, fuck… I got this…”

He's chewing on his lower lip, watching the rapid blur of his cock as it pistons and slaps, disappearing and emerging, covered in shiny arousal. Her pussy is raw and swollen, her inner lips hugging him. She's sobbing, tears in her eyes, and, for a second, Carmy thinks he's done something wrong. Maybe he's hurt her… perhaps she's been pretending all along, or maybe he's been too selfish to take her hiccuping moans for what they really are, but then she's pressing up and forward, clawing at his back, leaving red welts through sweaty skin, shivering and trembling. 

She yelps like someone spilled boiling water over her lap, then clenches down on his dick in a way that throws him into the back of his own body. It's all auto-pilot now…

“... fff’uh-fuck!”

Grunts rush between his teeth, his lips pressed into a white, pulsing line as the office fills with the rapid, wet slap of skin meeting skin; it claps with her 'uh' and 'ah's and his hot gushing exhales. He feels a fever wash over him. 

Carmy winces with nails in his back, feeling everything all at once until the pressure in his lower back doubles, gripping his pelvis, balls, and upper thighs… until… it just… snaps…

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A dim flicker of sapphire catches in his left eye from the lamp light. It glitters and gleams. Melted ice. 

Deep lines grin beneath his eyes, trapped emotions spilling free. It would be odd coming from anyone else, but you think it's beautiful with Carmy. 

Popping your cherry or lancing a wound, you think only partially consciously; sometimes , the difference is slim to none.

His dick twitches inside you, deep and thick, almost parallel to the soft, vulnerable line of his lips, their downward hook on either side and the tremble in the lower plush. Your hand finds his jawline, the scratchy five o'clock grating. His shoulders tense and shake, but he takes a great breath and lets it out as your palm moves upwards, a thumb sweeping away the tear before it can fall. It all feels terribly romantic until his right eye brims with moisture, and a drop escapes, leaving a line of shine behind. 

"Oh, Carmy…" you murmur without thinking, "Should we have laid you out on a feather bed your first time?"

Judging by the silence, your poor attempt at a joke goes over poorly. A sick prick of anxiety settles in your chest as another tear breaches his lashes. Quickly, you shift despite your sore back, midway to wrapping both arms around him when his lips twitch. Carmy smiles—a snort of hot breath and then a smirk.

"I don't know, blowing my load in Mikey's office feels pretty good," Carmy's smile lifts tight on one end, "I mean, I loved the asshole, but this is…" a whistling sigh, "pretty sure he deserves this. Sorta payback."

"Could say it's also a comeback, " you grin, relishing the surprised cough of laughter from Carmy, lashes fluttering when the both of you feel his dick jostling softly inside you.

"Hey," he whispers, the vibe dropping to somber, "you're okay, though? Right?"

"M'hm," you smile, leaning in, fingers teasing the sweaty curls at his nape, "are you… okay? "

Your lips press in, brows up and open to reassure him you won't judge his answer. When he stays mute, you thumb the slick spot behind his ear, "Seriously, I mean… first times should be a bit… nicer than this. Not that it wasn't nice—it was great—the best—I just… I, uh, hope it lived up to your expectations." 

Jesus, you think you sound like an executive apology video. 

Carmy's smile drops for a second, eyes lazy and large, looking into you like he sees each stutter, each heartbeat, and flaw, loving it all. Tentatively, he closes the distance, kissing you as if it's the first time… like, after everything, there's a chance you'll pull away... 

"It's perfect," another kiss, "it's fucking perfect." His voice breaks a bit with a whisper, "Thank you…."

You swipe a cool tear from beneath his soggy lashes and whisper, "What about these?"

Carmy huffs, good-humored, "Just got something in my eyes, is all."

You snort, then blush, about to apologize for your awkwardness, but Carmy just grins, showing some teeth with that love in his eyes again, and gives you another soft kiss. The aftermath of fucking on his desk is not magical—that's not how reality works—but it's relaxed. There's something like butterflies in your tummy when Carmy fails to bite down a whimper as your bodies disconnect, releasing a hot trickle of cum between your crushed globes.

Paper wings flap harder when he excuses himself with a stutter, begging you to 'stay right there' using his hands to coo you into stillness before rushing on weak knees out of the office, black jeans still sagging around his bare ass. He returns with a wet cloth, muttering 'shit' under his breath as he hesitates at the mess dripping off the desk. 

"Bet you wish I made a mad dash to the bathroom now, hm?" He blinks, looking a little hungry. You chuckle, feeling your muscles tighten and cum ooze. Carmy just gulps and finally slips the rag between your splayed thighs.

"Naw," he smirks, nose against yours as the pressure of the damp cloth, his hand, and your swollen folds brings your heat beat south, "it's a good look on you."

"You're filthy."

It might be far more awkward to share this vulnerable moment with him, where his shaky palm wipes away your combined fluids from your sore pussy, your hips tilted out, and his other hand raising one leg. The kiss he presses to the cap of your knee? That should be corny and sickly, but it makes your heart skip happily… happy skipping… as if you'd forgotten it could do that.

"Thanks," you whisper, lower lip between your teeth.

"Sorry-" he winces, trying to dab away a dollop on your inner thigh, "-sorry, there's uh, there's a lot. Jesus. I really made a mess, huh?"

Something about the quiver of awe in his voice makes your pussy contract again, more cum heating out, only for Carmy to wipe it up with a groan of, "Fuck me… kinda looks like a" He stops, but you know exactly what's going through his mind because he thinks in food and sauces like you feel in flour and candied orange peels.

"A creampie? A twinkie? Bavarian Cream Donut?"

Carmy's lower lip droops, his face ruddy red. You think he will flounder for words like a fish for air, but he drops his head, shoulders limp, and shakes with a quiet laugh. He rubs at his nose and smirks, thumb and forefinger pinching the tacky fat of your inner thigh, right where that stray drop of jizz had been a moment ago. Cheeky and happy, you think, liking the look on him so much that you lean forward and plant a peck on his blotchy jaw. 

You both help each other dress in comfortable silence, nothing but the howl of the wind outside the restaurant and distant car horns.

As Carmy tugs the hem of your sweater around your hips, he swallows—the sound of a bomb in the quiet, "Do you… wanna maybe get some coffee?"

"Thought you didn't fuck with caffeine?" You smirk, watching his hooded eyes open up a bit more as his gaze lifts from your chest to your lips, then your eyes. He matches your look, then drops his sweaty face into the crook of your neck and mumbles, "Yeah, but…" followed by three little words. They're a whisper, more like, but they feel loud and real… more real than anything—more real than the sex, panic attacks, or kneading the dough with a head chef screaming in your ear…

"I might…" you pause, sliding your arms around his shoulders, fingers threading over the back of his greasy scalp, "… feel the same way."

His response is a hug hotter than the heat rattling in the walls, tighter than the choke of fear, but soft, sweet, sugared, and spiced. 

"Heard, Chef."

And you love him, fierce and suddenly, yet not so sudden as it suddenly feels.

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Carmy doesn't mess with caffeine like she said, and he must have said at some point, but he's sipping on a cup of black because it's midnight, and he's not done just yet. Somehow, against all odds, he made her cum on his cock less than an hour ago, but it's still two to one in his favor, and he wants to study how her brows lift and crease when she orgasms at least once more tonight. 

"You're being pretty quiet for someone who just got laid, ya know?"

He looks up to find the woman he wants to spend the rest of his shitty life with, looking just as flushed as she did when she came.

"We're not having an existential crisis, are we?" She says it with some humor, but it's dusted in insecurities and quickly covered by a sip of tea. Carmy can sniff that shit out faster than she can hide it cause he understands that shit all too well, but it's nothing like she thinks. If anything, he's almost more nervous to admit how wrapped in his thoughts she is—how soaked into his skin she feels. After what they did an hour ago… as if getting his dick wet has made him some fucking horn dog, she's all he wants to do. Kinda like trying to make up for lost time, maybe.

"Another one? Naw. No, I'm just…" he looks around the coffee shop; it's quiet—it's late—but there are still a couple occupied tables, "I was just-did you wanna… I dunno," he shrugs, looking into his coffee, "come back to my place tonight?"

Her cheeks are blushing near swollen when he glances up, but the smile on her face bolsters his confidence. All that fragrant affection and sweetness makes Carmy feel warm despite the chill the old coffee shop's heater just can't shake. 

"Sure. Did you, umm… " her thumbs brush the lip of her cup, "what-what did you wanna do?"

"Fuck you again," it's an exhale laced with self-deprecating humor to mask his nerves.

"Oh," her lips form a puffy little circle, reminding him how it felt to have them wrapped around his cock earlier. The light rush of blood to his groin almost makes him laugh, like his body waking up for the first time. Carmy needs to reign it in… doesn't wanna come across as desperate or greedy, but then again…

"Sorry, that was… I just-just wanna keep doing whatever this is." He tries to emphasize whatever 'this is' with a palm waving against his chest, gesturing between them, "Been awhile since I've felt like…" 

The word escapes him, though a quick glance at her soft smile says she gets it.

"This. Yeah," she whispers, grin growing.

"Yea, this." Carmy agrees and takes a sip of black coffee, bitter and nutty; the roast over-brewed but rich. 

"And, yes, by the way… I'm up for round two if you are."

"Good," he breathes out, a mixture of relief and palpitations.

"Good."

After a minute of comfortable silence, an older Italian man sets a ceramic dish of cheese and raspberry danishes on the table, sparing a fleeting glance between them before dropping a few napkins by the pastries and ambling back behind the counter.

Carmy watches over thin steam trails as she slides the dish between them and breaks off a corner heaped with sweetened mascarpone. She pops it between her lips and sighs, "These things are always better a little stale."

Carmy's brows lift even as his lashes lower, "Didn't think you'd be the type."

She throws him a smart look and takes a sip of tea before snapping the Danish in half and shoving the flaky, sticky thing in her mouth. It's adorable—cute and sweet, and Carmy's heart beats a little faster… or is that the caffeine?

"Don't be such a purist, Carmy," she says after swallowing, brushing away crumbs, and licking her lips clean. He thinks of cum and blowjobs and kisses in the dim office back at the shop and nervous habits in the rain beneath the car park… and his breathing stalls for a second. Then she takes another bite and hums at the look on his face like she knows—fucking knows—exactly what's on his mind. 

Like he's become some fuckin' horn dog overnight. Wild to think about. Cousin would probably bark at the moon knowing his baby bitch got laid.

Thank fuck it's Sunday tomorrow.

Carmy's shoulders laugh, lips twisted, "Look, don't for a second think I've never eaten three-day-old pasta out the fridge in the middle of the night… cause I've done even worse than that. Not even ashamed," a pause, "... well, maybe a bit."

"Ah, so your standards are finally called into question, Chef of the Year, " she jokes and gestures for him to finish the cheese danish while she breaks the raspberry one in half. "Seriously, I could never understand why my old pâtissier wanted these batched fresh every few hours… something about the filling solidifying, gunking up the filo… just tastes better the next day."

Nostalgic patina coats her words, her cheeks, and her eyes. It looks sad but full, and Carmy swallows before sinking back into his chair. They've talked about childhoods and pasts a few times, but it feels different now. Things are different, so Carmy scrubs his palm across his lips and settles in.

"When I was a kid, my brother and… we'd make pizzas on the weekend, right? Just the two of us. Every Monday morning for breakfast, we'd eat the leftovers cold," he says, licking his lips and tasting salt, "but it wasn't just cold pizza, like, it was homemade, so not so bad. But the thing is, we'd end up ladling these huge globs of jelly and peanut butter on them, fold 'em in half, and have these cold pizza peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch."

"That sounds…" pausing, then her nose scrunches with a smile, "super gross."

Carmy laughs silently, "Not as gross as congealed sweet cheeses."

The sadness melts away, and her eyes twinkle with mirth. 

" Mmm, same level of heresy, but… that's the power of nostalgia, yeah? As kids, we eat what's there or easy, and it sticks with us…"

"Guess you could say food's good at that."

"Hm?" It's a mindless sound as she stares intently ahead, right into his own sleepy, dreamy gaze mixed with gap-toothed times of old and love-drunk highs of now.

"Memories," Carmy clarifies, "You know, making us feel shit when we're—fuck, I dunno—when we're struggling… like a stale danish can make us just fucking forget about everything for a while."

"… yeah. Or like, not just forget but feel."

"Yeah." He likes that. Feeling instead of forgetting or reliving bullshit that leaves him full of grief and bitterness. If he squints, looking for those feelings, they're far away, replaced by syrupy sweetness and sex hormones.

"Heh, yeah." She muses with a blush, fingers pitter-pattering against her cup of tea, eyes trained through the dark window pane on her right and then back at him with an even deeper color, "So, umm… think I'm ready to go—go back to yours I mean."

"Bake some fresh danishes, right? Or?" Carmy smirks, feeling oddly confident.

A coy little smile hitches up on one side of her face, "Or, maybe danishes if you're lucky."

"First time… starting to think I might be."

Lucky… yeah.

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[iovetecchou]

Oblivious.

Part 4.

Oblivious Masterlist!

Pairings… Jouno Saigiku x Reader and Tecchou Suehiro x Reader

Contains… fluff. (between reader and Tecchou mostly) smut. fingering, oral sex (f), virgin!reader, aphrodisiacs (reader), hence there being- dubious consent (?), wet & messy, premature ejaculation, light teasing, begging, mild dirty talk, possessive!jouno, also gentle!jouno… one use of “good girl”

AFAB Reader she/they pronouns used.

3,975 words.

trust me, the aphrodisiac part will make sense! i hope you all enjoy where this story is going, leave any comments or suggestions if you’d like too! (:

You and Tecchou ended up falling asleep during the movie last night. Your head against his shoulder, and his resting on top of your own. Tecchou stirred awake around three in the morning, blinking the tiredness from his eyes before looking over to you at his side. You were still resting peacefully, breathing softly and leaving a small puddle of drool against his collarbone. It seeped through the fabric of his shirt slightly. Adorable. Tecchou thought to himself. You were so endearing to him, as he looked at you, warmth bloomed throughout his chest. Ah, he wanted you all for himself. To protect you from harm's way and make you the happiest person alive.

Tecchou gathered his mushy thoughts before leaning down and placing a gentle kiss atop your forehead. He got up slowly making sure not to wake you in the process before scooping you up into his arms bridal style. Slowly tip-toeing to your bedroom. He almost tripped on the way there because he wasn’t paying attention to where he was walking. Only taking in your peaceful expression as you slept. Tecchou tucked you in before leaving one last chaste kiss on your cheek. Making sure to leave you a note before taking his leave.

The next morning you woke up feeling… confused. Wait. So it was just a dream after all… you groaned. Bringing your hand up over your face, shaking your head back in forth in disbelief. God your imagination was playing dirty tricks on you. Having you believe Tecchou reciprocated your feelings and well… jerked off in your bathroom to the thought of you. Yeah, too good to be true. You thought, before stepping out of bed. Heading right to the kitchen for some coffee. It was a peaceful Saturday morning, the sun glimmering through your living room windows. Illuminating a warm natural light.

As you shuffle over to your countertop, you notice a piece of paper attached to your fridge, weird. You thought, reaching out for the note and scanning over it quickly. Your blood ran cold in your veins. It was real. Everything you assumed your mind made up really happened last night. The note was from Tecchou, it read:

“Sorry for sneaking out. I didn’t want to wake you. Try to get lots of rest this weekend, I’ll see you on Monday y/n.”

—Tecchou :)

Your heart was beating a mile a minute. The little smiley face- ugh! Your heart couldn’t take how adorable he was. You hoped this weekend flew by so you could see him again. And sure enough, it did.

You wanted to pack Tecchou a lunch today, waking up at 4:30 in the morning just to make sure it was perfect. It was made with all of his favorite food combinations, shichimi sauce and strawberries, white rice and sugar, and sauce for noodles on yokan. Ah, shit, it was already 5:45, you needed to be at work by six. You hurriedly packed your lunch and Tecchou's, along with other important things you needed for work, laced up your boots, and headed out.

The second you arrived, you were met with Jouno, clipboard in hand, and steadily approaching where you stood. “Good morning Jouno! Have you seen Tecchou? I have something id like to give him!”

Jouno tried to hide his grimace with the clipboard. Fuck, this is the moment he was dreading. Hearing your heartbeat skip when you said Tecchou’s name. He assumed you two fucked all weekend and were now a happy couple. Revolting. “He’s not here Y/n. Fukuchi stole him earlier his morning for some confidential mission. But you and I have to leave immediately. We're on a mission together, I'll fill you in on the way over.” Jouno stealthily wrapped his arm around your shoulders, towering next to your frame before leading you right back out the doors of HQ and into a cab that was waiting out front for you both.

Apparently, there was a masked assailant terrorizing a hotel stationed right outside Yokohama. He was an ability user, able to concentrate his ability into this poison he used to coat his dagger with. He would kidnap his victims and slice them with said blade, causing severe and instant effects. What symptoms you might ask? Well, his poison acted as an aphrodisiac but with a twist. If the victim didn’t copulate within the first fifteen minutes of the poison coursing through their veins, they would die. Essentially, there had to be some from of release, that was the only antidote. Oh yeah, and this wasn’t an ordinary hotel. It was a love hotel. Great, this mission was going to be a pain in the ass for both you and your partner Jouno.

As you arrived at the scene, stepping foot inside the hotel, Jouno scoffed loudly and covered his nose quite dramatically if you must add. “Christ, It fucking reeks of sweat and sex in here. I might actually vomit.” You sympathetically patted his back, making him jolt up straight. You giggled softly before saying, “Don’t worry Jouno! I have a barf bag in my backpack if you need it. I always carry it around for you in case of missions like this, that affect your senses! Just let me know when it gets unbearable for you, kay Jouno?” You smiled to yourself, knowing he wouldn't be able to see it anyways, you kept your eyes forward, scanning for any suspicious activity. Fuck, you’re so kind. It made his head spin. Did you really keep it in your bag for him? Ah, you’ll surely be the death of him, your light giggles like music to his ears. And your small hand that came in contact with his back? Pure bliss. He could still feel the warmth of your palm, slowly subsiding with each passing second. It made him feel all swirly inside.

“Let's just get this mission over with. I'm already irritated and we only just got here. I have a feeling this is going to be a long day.” He dramatically sighed once more before continuing. “They always assign me to these bullshit missions. Come now Y/n, let's scope the surrounding area. Just don’t do anything to stand out.” You nod before thinking it might be best if you just respond with words, for Jouno’s sake. “Got it, maybe we should start in the common room. From your report, it seems as though most of the attacks start there.” He lets out a sound of agreement before making a beeline for the common room, you following behind him closely. Damn, the putrid aroma is dulling his sense of smell. How would he ever be able to sniff out the poison like this?

“Y/n, my sense of smell is compromised at the moment. Stay on your toes, the perpetrator must be close by.” You give him a small ‘okay’ before scanning the room carefully. If Jouno was your ears, then you had to be his eyes. You always took your missions very seriously, and this one gave you a bad feeling right away. Something was off. As you both continued observing the area, you suddenly felt something sharp graze the back of your neck. Wincing at the pain, you quickly brought a hand up to nurse your wound before turning around. Jouno heard your pained sound. He was next to you in an instant, hearing the blood trickle down your neck. “Y/n are you alright? What happen—“ Jouno was cut off by an irritatingly loud laugh, whipping his head in the direction of the intrusive sound. “Jouno, it’s him the masked man. I didn’t feel him come up behind me, I’m sorry for being so careless….” you said, quietly and clearly, feeling guilty for compromising this mission so quickly.

“We don’t have time for this right now y/n. I'm going after him, just stay here for a second. That's an order.” You grab his forearm before he can make his exit after the masked vigilante that was getting away before you spoke. “B-but Jouno, the report said if the poisoned individual didn’t… have s-sex within fifteen minutes they would die… and I’m starting to feel a little… weird. Jouno, what should I do? I… don’t want to die like t-this.” You said, shifting your gaze and squeezing your legs together tightly. The poison was in full effect. Making you heat up, and you could feel your heart pounding. Pussy throbbing in your panties as you started to drip down your thighs.

Shit. He could smell your intoxicating arousal again. Becoming nose blind to every other sent except your own. His face became flushed. That piece of intel almost slipped his mind. This mission really was bullshit. Jouno thought before saying, “Well, it's not like your boyfriend will make it over here in fifteen minutes. Tecchou is on the other side of town. He’ll never make it.” You froze in place at his words, “B-boyfriend? Y-you think Tecchou is m-my… no Jouno-you have it all wrong, we’re not d-dating…” not yet, at least. Jouno’s eyebrows raised, mouth slightly parting in confusion. What? Did you two really not fuck then…? That idiot Tecchou. He really didn’t know a good thing even when it was right in front of him. “Oh, my mistake Y/n…” he paused, bringing his hand up, resting it on his chin trying to come up with a solution to this fucked up predicament. Before it clicked.

“Y/n follow me, quickly. We don’t have much time.” He clasped your hand in his. Exiting the common room and dragging you up the hotel steps. He slipped you both into a vacant room, after stealthily taking the housekeeper's master key card. Making quick work of swiping the card through the slot, putting the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the doorknob before closing it swiftly. You were stumbling all around the room. Before finding the bed, and sitting on the edge of it. Clenching and unclenching your thighs. Looking for some kind of friction or relief. The poison was working fast, you had no idea how many minutes it had been since you were cut, the blood had already dried up on your neck and you feared you would really die like this. “J-jouno, I feel weird… it's so hot in here… Jouno, are you hot too?” Oh, he was hot alright. But not because of the fucking stale hotel room air. He was burning up inside reeling from this whole situation. Mission failed obviously, and you were poisoned with an aphrodisiac giving you about twelve more minutes before you would be dead. Unless you—.

Oh,

Oh.

This was too good actually. Jouno tried to hide his signature sadistic grin. So, you and Tecchou weren’t dating, Which lead him to believe you didn’t fuck, and now… both you and him were alone in a love hotel, with an aphrodisiac coursing through your veins. And the antidote? Well, you know where this goes next.

“It's okay Y/n, let me help you. We need to get rid of the poison. Immediately.” Jouno said calmly, a little too relaxed for this whole situation you would have noted if your mind wasn’t displaced by sexual desire and the need for release. “Please Jouno, please help me. I n-need to cum, I'm throbbing s-so much down there. It hurts Jouno!” Fuck he was so hard already. your pleas for him were driving him mad. This was the best case scenario. For Jouno. His chance to win you over and make you his. Oh, he’s going to make you forget all about Tecchou.

Jouno moved so he was standing in between your thighs. You were still seated on the foot of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. Jouno bit the tips of his gloved fingers, pulling them off his digits one by one, and fuck, did you just- bite your lip and whine at the sight of him doing so? Oh my god, what the hell is happening- you never thought of Jouno in this way before. Maybe it was the poison, you reasoned. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the feeling of Jouno's bare hands rubbing up and down the length of your thighs. Dipping his fingers under the hem of your skirt each time he did. You moaned at the skin on skin contact, it wasn’t enough. You needed more, but there was just one small problem.

“J-jouno wait- im- I’ve never- Jouno, I’m a v-virgin!”

You could have sworn you saw his eyes open for a split second. Getting a glimpse of his glassed over eyes before they closed once more. His cock throbbed in his pants at your confession, the need to corrupt you taking over every one of his thoughts before your words brought him back to reality.

“J-jouno I don’t want my first time to be like t-this… I’ve been f-fingered before, b-but that's about as far as I’ve gone sexually on myself w-with another person… is there any way that’ll do? The report s-said a release was the antidote… c-can we try?” Oh, you’re so precious. He would do anything you asked of him, silly y/n. Jouno thought. He smiled at you before saying, “Of course my dear Y/N. I’ll go as far as you’d like.” You nodded, not present enough to give a worded response to him.

Eight minutes left.

God, he wanted to savor this moment but that wasn’t possible right now. It was quite literally life and death.

Jouno gently pushed you backward, laying you flat against the bed before letting his hands travel up your thighs once more, hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties before pulling them down your legs. Bundling the article of clothing in his hand and stuffing them in his back pocket for a later date. He flipped the hem of your skirt up, exposing your bare cunt. You were honestly relieved Jouno wasn’t able to see you like this. Feeling ashamed of the state you were in. You whined as Jouno pulled your thighs apart. Exposing you even further before letting his lithe fingers travel down to your pussy. His breath hitched as he dragged his index and pointer finger up the length of your drooling cunt. You let out a breathy whine at the contact as well. Making Jouno's dick twitch in his pants.

You were so warm, and wet. He never imagined he would be able to feel you like this. After Friday night, all his hopes for you to be his went out the window. But now, things were different. He was granted this opportunity, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste the way stupid Tecchou did. his loss. Jouno's gain. Jouno experimentally prodded at your clit. Giving slow, featherlight circles against the throbbing bud with his thumb. You lost it. Hips lifting high off the bed as you let out a high pitched moan, fuck he was going to lose all his remaining sanity if you kept it up like this. “Now, now y/n. you must behave. That is unless you want me to punish you, sweetheart.” There was no hiding his wide smirk at this point, he was too lost in this moment with you to care anyways. You felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes. You didn’t want to be teased right now. You needed to cum, and fast. More. You needed more.

“P-please Jouno, I'll be a good girl I promise! J-just put your fingers in me already! Please I can’t take any teasing right now, Saigiku.”

You called him by his first name.

And it sounded so fucking delicious rolling off your tongue in such an obscene manner. Fuck he nearly made a mess in his pants at your words. But who was he to deny his precious y/n when they asked so nicely for release? And you only have five minutes left so he really needed to hurry this along, much to his displeasure.

But if you came out of this alive, he’s sure you would both have more opportunities to explore one another sexually. Maybe you would even grant him the privilege of taking your virginity.

God, he hoped for that.

Wasting no more time, he dipped his index finger into you slowly, not wanting to hurt you in any way. And the sultry moan that escaped your lips had a bead of sweat rolling down his face. Fuck. He brought his other hand up to hold your pelvis down so you wouldn’t squirm. Thumbing over your clit with the same hand in the meantime. Oh, fuck it felt so good. You hadn’t been fingered like this in… you can’t even remember how long but, it felt extraordinary. You tried to keep your hips flat against the bed, gently rocking forward into Jouno's hand, asking for more friction like this. He picked up on your cue, adding his ring finger alongside his other one before pumping them in and out of you, relentlessly.

Your tears were spilling down your cheeks now as you whimpered and whined, letting small praises of ‘fuck so good’ and ‘just like that’ slip past your lips, making Jouno fall on his knees in front of you. His face is now directly at your pussy, his breath hitting your swollen bud. Making you jolt forward and squeeze around his digits even tighter than you already were. Oh, he liked that. Too much. He wanted to make you do that again. So, he brought his face closer to your dripping cunt letting his tongue experimentally kitten lick your clit. At this, you jolted up completely. Looking at the scene in front of you for the first time since Jouno pushed you down against the mattress. The sight alone had you clenching around his digits once more.

His hat was on the floor next to him, it must have slipped off his head at some point. His face was flushed, seeing Jouno down on his knees… did something to you. He was always the one to bring others down like this. At his mercy. But to see him knocked down to this level, for you? Ah, it made something swirl inside your chest. You could see his erection poking at the front of his trousers, leaving a slight wet spot. Fuck he was getting off to this? Why did you find that to be so hot? It must have been the poison, you reasoned before moving your gaze upwards taking in the expression on his face once more. Jouno’s cheeks were flushed and lips were parted as he held his face in front of your pussy. He paused his actions when he felt you jolt forward. Cursing himself for going too far. You had said only fingering. Shit, he fucked up— he thought. Before your words erased all those doubts from his head in an instant. “Saigiku, do that again. Please, please do that again. I'm so close baby don’t stop!”

Baby?

The endearing pet name made his brain short circut. Cock twitching and leaking more pre in his underwear, his thighs squeezing together beneath you for some sort of friction. Feeling his desires bubble up further.

Three minutes.

Wasting no more precious time, Jouno began lapping at your bud at a relentless pace. Flicking your clit, gently grazing it with his teeth like a man starved. You were a sobbing mess, hiccuping as the tears continued streaming down your cheeks. His fingers were pumping in and out of you with so much vigor too, curling upwards and pushing in deep. Rubbing against your sweet spot just right. You moaned, hand coming down to fist his locks, pulling him deeper into your cunt. And he fucking loves it. His senses were overloaded by you, your smell, your taste, your touch. Fuck he was about to cum in his pants, but he could genuinely care less at this point. Too lost in the intimacy he had with you right now.

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“Harder! Faster baby I'm gonna cum, ah Saigiku don’t fucking stop!” You shouted, not caring if the other patrons could hear you. It was a love hotel anyways so, tough. He obliged, curling and uncurling his fingers inside of you, pressing so nicely into that spongy spot inside of you as his fingers moved at an ungodly pace. Tounge slobbering all over your clit. He’s so drunk off of your pussy. Normally, any sort of mess or dirty feeling would stress him the fuck out. But when it came to you? Those ideals went right out the window. He would quite literally kill for you.

One minute.

He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, hard. That's all it took for you to fumble over the edge, screaming his name as you gushed all over his fingers. “Saigiku! m’cumming ah—!” He continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, lips pulling away from your clit so he can move his face down to your hole. You’re squirting all over his fingers, and he’s lapping up everything he can catch with his tongue. Fuck. He whines, biting his lip hard now. As to not let any other noises slip past. Dick twitching as he came in his underwear. Still throbbing from the aftershocks of pleasure. Jouno’s fingers slowed down, before taking his sweet time pulling his lithe digits out of your hole. Already missing the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly. Wondering what your hot wet walls would feel like wrapped around his cock instead.

Jouno stood up before climbing on top of the bed, leaning over you. You’re watching him intently. His face is dangerously close. Is he about to kiss you? Your heart skips a beat and Jouno can’t believe it. He’s only ever heard your body react that way for Tecchou. He pulled back slightly a little shocked by his secret discovery, before smiling down at you. No, not his award winning grin, a soft gentle smile. A genuine one. He leans back down to your face, lips ghosting over your own, feeling his breath fan over you. You can smell yourself on his lips. Closing your eyes, expecting to feel them on yours but it never comes. Instead, you feel something warm and wet...? against your cheek. Your eyes flash open to see Jouno, licking away your tears. He groaned at the salty taste. Savoring the mix of your tears and arousal on his taste buds. Fuck why was that so hot. Wait— the aphrodisiac wore off right? The… ‘antidote’ worked did it not? I mean, you’re still alive. And your fifteen minutes were way past due. So why… why did you still feel this way towards Jouno? Maybe there were some lingering effects, you reasoned. I mean there wasn’t enough research on it, right…?

Jouno crawls off from on top of you. Planting his feet back on the floor before moving his hands to flip the hem of your skirt back down. Smoothing it into place before excusing himself to the bathroom without another word. You just sat there dazed and quite frankly still reeling from the events that had transpired… also, where were your panties…?Whatever, you always come prepared. I’m sure I tossed a spare in my backpack. As you get up to go check, you hear the bathroom door click open. Jouno looks like his normal self again, aside from the obvious wet spot on the front of his trousers. He came from fingering you and eating you out? Fuck that's so sexy— y/n, stop! Why are you thinking this way…?! You love Tecchou and Tecchou alone. You always have, so why now? Why were you beginning to see Jouno in a different light? Ah, your head was still spinning from all the excitement. You probably just needed a nap and a drink.

“Go back to headquarters y/n. I’m going to track that fucker down and torture him. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, I’ll be back before sundown…” He said. Making quick, long strides over to where you were standing. Coming face to face with you before leaning down and whispering in your ear. “Oh, and y/n, might I say, you sound so precious when you cum… I didn’t take you for a squirter. I’m hoping I’ll get to hear your beautiful voice screaming my name in the near future, under better circumstances.” With that, Jouno made a complete 180 before taking his leave. Leaving you in this crummy hotel room alone with your thoughts. Your face was so red at his words. No one has ever been so bold with you like that and it made your belly swirl with warmth once more, but this time under no effect of an aphrodisiac, no this felt like your usual arousal.

Shit.

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pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x fem! reader

word count: 800

warnings: porn w/o plot, sub! bradley, tittysucking, unprotected PinV and premature ejaculation.

•••

You’re fully undressed, straddling Bradley’s thick thighs. He sits on the couch left in only his boxers. As your lips meld together, Bradley’s calloused hands desperately roam your body trying to touch as much of you as possible.

Eventually, his hands land on your ass, groping at the soft flesh as you grind against his bare chest in a desperate search of friction for your aching pussy.

Bradley attacks your neckline with wet, open-mouthed kisses while he works on freeing your breasts from your tank top. You cover his shaking hands with yours and assist him in pulling down the fabric.

Once freed, his large hands cover your breasts, kneading the supple flesh. Your head falls back with a moan as his hot mouth wraps around your pert nipple. Nimble fingers tangle in his amber curls as Bradley soothes himself with your breast. His mustache scratches against the delicate skin as he sucks intently, moaning around the bud and lavishing it with his tongue.

Bradley ignores the ache in his briefs for as long as he can until it’s too much. One of his hands slips from your hip and sneaks below his waistband. He jumps at the feeling of his palm wrapping around his painfully hard cock. The shock causes him to bite down on your tender nipple.

Sucking in a harsh breath, you pull Bradley off your tit to see what caused his reaction. His chocolate brown eyes look up at you apologetically. Brows knit together, your eyes flicker down to his hand in his pants. Precum stains the front of his gray boxers and everything adds up in your mind.

“Sensitive?”

Bradley nods solemnly. “Need you,” he whines. His glazed eyes pierce yours as his bottom lip juts out in a pout.

“It’s okay, baby,” You coo. “I’m all yours. ‘M not going anywhere.” Soft hands wander the expanse of his abdomen before landing on the waistband of his boxers, Bradley lifts his hips to help you slide them off.

You guide his head back towards your chest, grasping one of your breasts and feeding it into his open mouth. Bradley’s face nuzzles deeper into your chest as he gets lost in the warmth you provide.

As he focuses on your breasts, you grab the base of Bradley’s cock, dragging your pussy along his throbbing member, coating him in your arousal.

Bradley’s pathetic whines are muffled against your skin as his hips buck, forcing his cockhead to nudge against your swollen clit.

fuck you could cum just from that repeated action alone (and have before), but you resist the urge to use Bradley for that when he’s in this weakened state. You know what he needs from you and you have every intention of letting him indulge in the feeling of your tight pussy.

Bradley continues suckling on your breast as you guide his leaking tip between your folds and it catches on your entrance. A shutter racks through his body as he finally pushes into your warm cunt.

Bradley can’t help himself, he digs his fingers into your hips and slams you down until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. You gasp, clamping down around his thick cock as it fills you.

Without warning, Bradley’s cock twitches inside your pussy. Thick ropes of cum paint your plush walls. He cries out around your tit, body shaking below you as he pumps you full of his big load.

Bradley pulls off your breast with a wet pop, struggling to catch some air. Your mind tries to wrap around what just happened while his seed leaks out of you.

“Baby, did you just—?”

“Mm so sorry.” Bradley buries his head in your chest to hide his red cheeks. You’re not angry, just slightly caught off guard, but he feels guilty all the same.

“No, it’s okay bubba.” You reassure him. “I’m not mad.” You kiss the crown of his head. “I just want you to feel better.”

You gently guide his face away from your chest, caressing his flushed face. He refuses to meet your gaze. He doesn’t want you to see the tears that have gathered on his water line.

“Hey,” you whisper. “Will you look at me, please?” You lightly brush back a piece of hair that’s fallen into his eyes and wipe away some of the sweat that gathered at his hairline.

Bradley is reluctant but eventually tilts his head up. It breaks your heart to see his watery eyes.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” you promise.

“But you-“

“I don’t care about me right now.” You continue looking deep into his eyes assuring him that you’re being truthful.

Bradley gives you a small nod and with that confirmation, you help him off the couch and towards the bathroom to get cleaned up.

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ao3 link | minors dni!

summary: “I would like for us to try something.”

cw: boot humping, cumshot, vaginal sex, premature ejaculation, gn!reader (reader has a vag)

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Your head lay in Augur’s lap, his long fingers thread through your hair while he looked down at you with a certain fondness that was only ever reserved for you and you alone. You were currently resided in his room, both of you on top of his mattress. You were almost half-asleep, content with letting the sniper comb through your curls.

You only opened your eyes when he spoke.

“I would like for us to try something.”

You quirk a brow, meeting his gaze as you sit up. The hand that was previously playing with your hair drops down to your back and stays there, fingers lightly caressing your bare skin.

“Oh? And what would that be?” You ask him, unsure of where this endeavor would be taking you.

You watch as he swallows hard, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he nearly stutters over his words - you can’t make out anything that he’s saying, so he pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath in order to collect himself.

“On your knees,” he says with a sudden boldness, the hand on your lower back giving you just enough of a push to actually listen to him. You find yourself really liking this side of Augur - he’s usually so apprehensive about asking you to do anything, let alone commanding you to do something.

You slip off of the mattress and get down on your knees in front of him, your hands finding their way to his outer thighs. You can practically feel the shiver that ripples through him as the palms of your hands brush up against his legs.

Augur looks like he’s surprised himself as well, because his face rapidly turns redder and redder as he slots one of his legs between yours, the vamp of his boot pressing right up against your heat in a way that makes you squirm.

He swallows hard again, his foot twitching slightly beneath you as he feels himself already growing hard in his slacks. The two of you had barely even done anything, and yet...

Your eyes meet his so easily that he has to glance away for a few seconds in order to keep his composure. As much as he’d love to pin you to the ground and have you cream around his cock, he’s been wanting to try this specific idea for a while. So that would just have to wait for the time being.

His gaze refocuses on you as you get settled below him, your own set of eyes still peering up at him from your spot between his legs. Augur finds himself biting his lip in order to hold back an embarrassingly loud moan that had threatened to escape him. 

The patience you held was astounding, he found. You were so eager to listen, so good at mindlessly obeying unspoken rules. He couldn’t wait to ravish your body after this.

All it takes is a single word: “Grind.”

It was almost instantly that you pressed hard down onto Augur’s boot, your hips wriggling with excitement as you rode the leather footwear. It felt heavenly against your clit- even moreso when Augur possessively grabbed your face with his hand, not allowing you to look away for even a second as you ground your pretty pussy against him.

“So good,” he finds himself mumbling breathily. “You’re so, so good.”

His thumb brushes against your cheek and you instantly melt into the feeling, nuzzling against the palm of his hand as you continue humping his boot.

Your hazy brain focuses too much on the pleasure you feel as you angle yourself in a way that allows the toe of Augur’s boot to grind directly against your slick hole, your eyes fluttering shut. You lean forward in an attempt to hug his toned calves, your face pressing against his inner thighs.

Biting his lip once more, Augur finally fishes his shaft out from his clothes. He’s so painfully hard, the tip of his cock all red and leaking with pre-cum that surely stained the inside of his boxers.

He takes it in his free hand, immediately setting a pace as he finally allows all of his whines and whimpers to filter out from within his throat.

“Ffffuckk,” he groans, his other hand pushing your head up and forward. “L-Look at me.”

His whimpers have gotten higher and more desperate-sounding in pitch, and you’re still aware enough to be able to open your eyes and watch as he pumps his cock over your face.

“‘m gonna cum,” he whines. “Oh god- ohh- ffuck, I’m gonna cum. Open your mouth- open that p-pretty little mouth of yours.”

You do as you’re told, your mouth opening for him and your tongue lolling out only the slightest amount. Augur nearly starts to sob out as he fists his cock faster, aiming the tip of it at your face.

It doesn’t take much more than two strokes before your name leaves his lips in the form of a soft cry, his white-hot cum splattering all along your face and against your tongue, leaking onto your bare chest.

Your grinding rolls to a stop.

Augur’s hands forcefully grab you by the hips and pull you up onto his lap, but despite his attention focusing solely on your face, his eyes don’t miss the wet spot that coats his boot. He leans in and licks his own seed from your cheek, his eyes nearly rolling back into his skull from the taste alone.

Semi-bony fingers dig into your hips and before you know it, you’re being impaled on Augur’s cock. You cry out for him and in turn he shoves his face into your neck, biting at all of your sensitive spots as he fucks into your cunt hard and deep.

The tip pounds at your cervix, threatening to break through into your womb with every thrust. Your walls squeeze around him so tight that he finds himself prematurely ejaculating inside of you with a needy whine.

It’s at that moment that Augur shoots awake from his slumber, his whole body coated in a layer of sweat and his boxers feeling uncomfortably tight.

Ah. It was a dream. He should have figured as much.

[errolsarmpit]

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