#Quick Lock shaft

[classyrbf]

THIEF IN THE NIGHT! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...toji broke into your house hoping to steal some jewelry or even find some cash, something quick and easy to make his escape with. But when he found he you in your bedroom, cute panties on, tank top slipping off your shoulders, he knew right then and there he found something much more valuable

INFO...thief!toji x fem!reader, we jumping straight into it, dark content, dub con, fantasy roleplay between toji and reader, reader is sick and twisted just like toji, reader referred to as ‘fleshlight’, rough sex, choking, degradation, finger sucking, hair pulling, toji wearing a ski mask, doggy, full nelson, creampie, reader almost passed out, squirting, free use (?), name calling, anal, spit kink, fucking you in a headlock, a lot of really disgusting shit bc why not, freaky asf y’all pls be warned, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Nnngh! Ah! Ah! Fuck!” You scream into the mattress, your panties ripped and discarded on the floor. His large hand presses your face into the mattress, brutally thrusting into your poor cunt, his dick splitting your open. “Oh my god!” You scream, gripping the wrinkled sheets below you.

“Tight little cunt keeps sucking me right back in,” he cockily smirks, his fingers threading through your hair, harshly pulling your head back. The fabric of his ski mask brushes against your cheek, his heavy breaths hitting your skin. His hips snap against yours, each thrust jolting you forward, the bed creaking under your weight. “You wanna get fucked stupid, don’t you? You’re nothing but a whore. Letting some strange man in a mask fuck you…how pathetic. Did you need to get fucked that bad, huh? Huh?” He mocks you, plunging his fingers in your mouth and pushing them down your throat.

Your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull, barely able to hold yourself up. Your legs are weak, his thick cock plunging in and out of your leaking cunt. You should be terrified, not turned on, not ready to cum, not dripping wet when you think about his cock down your throat . Maybe you really are a slut. You are. You are and you know it. Toji pulls his fingers from your mouth, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing it. The last thing he expects you to do is smile, a mix between giggles and moans leaving your lips. You’re twisted, but fuck does it make his cock throb. “Nasty bitch,” he groans in your ear, choking you harder.

“Mmmm, fuck!” Your teeth catch your lower lip, what feels like electricity shoots through your body, your skin feels like it’s on fire. “Use me. Use me, please,” you whimper, nodding your head at him as if he needed any confirmation to do anything to you. Quickly, he pulls you off his cock, tossing you on the bed like rag doll. His broad chest heaves up and down, staring at your limp and sweaty body, your tank top still halfway on. “Done already? I said fucking use me!” You taunt him. “Come on and fuck me. Fuck me or I’ll do it myself while you watch—���

His hand wraps around your throat again, quickly shutting you up. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls. “Wanna get fucked? Right?” He easily tosses you around, pulling you on top of him. He laughs, “don’t fight me now, no, no. I’ll fucking break you.” His arms hook under your knees, pushing your legs so far back that he’s able to lock his hands behind your head. “Can’t get away now.” He angles his cock towards your entrance, positioning you just right as his bulbous head pushes past your folds.

He starts bucking his hips into your poor cunt, bullying each inch inside without remorse. You can’t help but watch his cock reappear and disappear inside of you. “Ah, ah, yes, yes! Fuckkkkk!” Your eyes are rolling back again, his cock pushing up against your sweet spot over and over, dragging against your g-spot. Your pussy squelches around him, juices dripping down his shaft, only making it easier for him to fuck you at such a grueling pace.

“Look at you, can barely talk. So drunk on my cock like a fucking whore.” He sucks in a breath, growling when your pussy clenches around him. He frees one of his hands, reaching down to rub your neglected clit in messy circles.

“Ahhh!” You scream, hips jolting at the added pleasure that makes your toes curl. “Shit, shit, shit!” Stumbles from your mouth, it’s all you can say before you’re squirting all over his cock. Clearly gushes from your cunt, body quivering in his hold. His pace doesn’t falter, still unforgiving and ruthless.

“That right, squirt all over that fucking cock.” He continues to rub your clit, dragging out your orgasm and turning your brain into complete mush. “Wanted me to use you, right? Don’t start crying now.” He huffs, sweat clinging to his skin. He feels that spongy spot inside you, purposely rubbing and thrusting into it, the way you’re crying out is like music to his ears.

“It’s so deeep! Oh my god I’m gonna fucking squirt again!” You’re barely able to catch your breath, body shaking once more as your pussy gushes, soaking Toji’s thighs and your bedsheets. “Nghhh, yes!” You wickedly smile, entranced by how his dick pumps in and out of you.

Suddenly, he pulls out of you, pushing flat onto your stomach. His rough hands, grope your ass, spreading it. He gathers his spit, letting it slowly drip from his mouth and right onto your asshole, rubbing it in with his thumb. “Gonna use this pretty little ass all I want.” He smacks your has hard, the sound echoing off your bedroom walls. “Get her all nice and wet. Spread your ass for me.” He orders, and you listen without a second thought. His spit drops on your ass again, smearing it in more. “I ain’t gonna be fucking nice, so cry and scream all you want, I don’t fucking care.” His swollen head prods against your tight hole, pushing against it.

A pained sigh escaped your throat, feeling him stretch you open. “Ah!” You hiss, your face scrunching up. His spits once more, rubbing his tip against your hole before trying again. Once his head pushes through that’s all he needs to slam his cock right into you. “Owwahh,” you cry, gripping the sheets below you, trying to get used to unfamiliar feeling.

“Shut up.” His bicep wraps around your head, essentially putting you in headlock while he fucked you. His hips pressed up against your ass, yet again no remorse in his actions. “Keep your ass spread,” he barks in your ear, gritting his teeth. He chokes you harder, feeling warm drool spill from your mouth and onto his arm. “What a perfect little fleshlight you are,” He lets out a breathy chuckle.

As his cock pistons and out of your ass, your vision slowly starts to fade, on the verge of passing out. You’re barely staying awake, wanting to feel every millisecond of pleasure, greedy to cum and feel every thick inch of his cock. He takes quick notice, watch how your eyes roll back on their own and your body falls limp without you making a sound, he loosens his grip a bit, allowing to breathe. “Don’t you fucking pass out on me.” He smacks your cheek a few times. “Keep that ass spread no matter what!”

Your eyes shoot open, choked out moans barely escaping. Your poor pussy is throbbing, needy for some attention but god does getting fucked in your ass almost feel just as good. Your nails claw at his forearm, needing to grab at anything just to feel some type of stability from his ravaging thrusts. The familiar feeling begins to build up in the pit of your stomach, making it harder to hold back. Are you really going to squirt from getting fucked in the ass? Yes. Once again you’re shaking underneath him, your juices soaking your bedsheets below.

He lets out a good laugh, seeing your cunt clench around nothing as you cum. “Look at that, cumming from getting fucked in the ass…dirty slut.” He removes his arm from around your head, your screams and moans more audible as your face falls into the mattress. “That’s right, fucking scream.” He pushes your head down, baring his teeth while he fucks you like a wild animal.

“Please! Please!” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, your mind is scrambled, high off lust. Maybe you were begging for him to fuck your cunt again. You weren’t quite sure. All you know is that you needed him, needed his cock. It’s what consumed you right now. “Please, put it back in my pussy! Oh god!”

In one swift movement he flipped you onto your back, slipping his cock from inside you. “Beg. Beg like you fucking mean it.” He holds your hands above your head, running his cock up and down between your folds, nudging against your swollen clit.

“Nnngh, please put it inside my pussy again. I wanna feel you, I wanna feel your thick cock inside me, stretching me. I need you to cum in me, fill me up completely. Ruin me.” Those last two words were all he needed to hear from your pretty lips. His cock filled you up all once, earning a cry from you. He began moving at a rapid speed, hands latching onto your hips, pulling you onto his cock. You looked up at him through thick lashes, fighting the urge to pull his mask off and see who was really under there, but you didn’t. “Kiss me,” you said barely above a whisper.

His lips crashed onto yours, hungry, messy, needy, sloppy. Your tongues swiped against each other, pulling back and lolling out your tongue for him to spit on. He gladly did so before pulling you back in for the kiss, biting at your lower lip. His thrusts grew sloppier with more need, his orgasm approaching quicker than he anticipated. “Ohhhh, fuckkkk,” he drawled, focusing on the way your wet cunt squeezed around him. He quickly pushed your legs back, mounting you and putting you into a mating press, an optimal position for creampies. “Take all this fucking cum,” he snarled, slamming his hips into you one last time before his spurts of his cum painted your walls.

“Yes!” You smiled, giggling as you watch his head fall forward, his abs flexing and body twitching the longer it lasted. You gasped, “I can still feel it going.” A lazy smile tugged at the corner of your lips, jaw falling slack when he slowly pulled out of you. Heavy breathing heard from you both, the smell of sex and sweat in the air.

He watched as it slowly dripped down your ass, almost like he was signing a piece of his artwork. “Desperate fucking whore.” He grabbed your jaw, glaring at you. “If you tell anyone about this, I swear.” He warned.

“Swear what? That you’ll fuck me stupid again?” You teased, unafraid of what he may actually be capable of. “If so, please do.”

“You’re fucking twisted,” he responded. There was few seconds of silence before he spoke again, “but god, do I fucking love it.”

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[kamitv]

“God damn,” Toji groaned, head tossed back, lips wet and parted, and fingers digging into your hips, “Yeah-, fuck, ride this dick like it’s yours, doll.”

Your pussy sunk down on his thick cock, swallowing up his every inch lewdly as your jaw hang open, broken moans of his name leaving your throat.

“T-Tojii, fuck-, y-you’re too-, mmgh! T-Too big,”

His cock snaps up into you as you sink your hips down and your eyes cross, his dick was so big and thick, filling you up all too perfectly and stretching you open as you rode him.

“Y’takin’ it jus’ fine tho,” He huffs out with a lazy grin spread across his face, “So glad you walked in when you did-, fuck.”

You bit your lower lip to conceal a moan, a small whimper slipping out as you do so before you huff out a response to him, “Pervert,” You whisper.

Toji tips his head up and his eyes meet yours, sharp and pointed gaze locked onto your fucked-out features, “Hm? What was that?”

You gulp and quickly glance off to the side, feeling as he thrusts up into you again, “N-Nothing-, nngh…”

“Uhuh,” Toji tuts, his grin transcending into a cocky smile, “Call me a pervert again ‘nd see what happens.”

Heat rushes to your face as you recall how the hell you got in this position in the first place.

You didn’t intend to walk in on your roommate jerking off and you surely didn’t intend to bounce on his cock moments later but then again, your roommate is Toji Fushiguro.

How could you formulate the word no to him once help was requested of you. ‘It’ll be quick’, he said, ‘c’mon, y’know you want me anyway’, he claimed— all as he continued stroking his cock and tempting you like crazy.

You were going to say no and then apologize for walking in for the tenth time in a row but then he groaned out your name and you felt a throb in your core, you couldn't get yourself to move. His voice was so damn low and gruff with you, grunting your name as he shamelessly jerked off not too far away from you.

Your face was burning with embarrassment and you wanted to leave his room but your feet were stuck in place and your eyes had finally dropped down to his cock. It wasn’t like you’ve never seen one before but fuck was he huge.

Thick from the base up, bulging veins decorating his shaft, tip dripping in precum and what seemed to be spit, his hand which was damn there equally as big, pulling and tugging on his dick so messily that it had you in a trance. Then he’d groan and grunt, eyes boring into your still frame as if he were jerking off to you.

And he was. You didn’t realize it until he let out a pant and moaned lowly, “So fuckin’ sexy, shit.” That was when you snapped out of your frozen stupor and lifted your gaze, meeting his and swallowing hard.

His eyes were everywhere on you, from the loose shirt you had hanging off of you and down to your exposed thighs— he was drinking you in and getting off to it. Your overly attractive roommate was getting off to you.

You didn't even know what you were supposed to say at that point because he wasn’t kicking you out of his room yet and you weren’t leaving, “Toji, I-“

“Fuuuck, jus’ come over here already,” He breathed out heavily.

You didn’t hesitate for once. Normally you’re fidgety and timid around him but for the first time since he’s moved in with you, your feet were moving on their own and you were nearing the bed he was in.

Once you were there you again had no clue what it is you were supposed to do. That was, until he moved to raise two fingers and beckoned you closer.

Mounting yourself onto his bed and slowly crawling toward him, your lashes fluttered carefully, “What… What do you want me to uh… do, exactly?”

You’re definitely not a virgin but you were basically acting like one.

Toji reaches over to you, carefully, questioningly even, before his hand reaches the side of your neck, tugging your expression closer to his. Face to face with him, your breath left your throat and your gaze instantly dropped down to his lips and how close they were to yours.

His head tipped to the side and his eyes were on your lips, looking as soft as ever as he leaned in. You didn’t pull away and he stopped barely even a hair’s length away from you.

“Do you want this?” Was all he asked and your heart was jumping within your chest, a shaky nod given to him in response. Toji wasn’t satisfied with that so he scoffs, “Use your words, pretty girl.”

You swallow hard but your answer is relatively quick, “Y-Yeah, yes-“

Then his lips were pressing into yours. The kiss was rough but oddly sweet, one of your hands moving to comfort yourself as you unconsciously placed it on his muscular thigh. He groaned into your mouth before shoving his tongue in, lapping up the inside of your mouth and swallowing you up entirely.

Toji’s body was hot and it took you a second to ease into him. Kissing him already had you whining and humming desperately against his mouth but it only worsened when his hand left his cock and began to touch you.

First it was your waist and he carefully tugged you closer to him, his lips prying from yours just to whisper, “You want me?” He asked.

His question made your heart flutter and your mind felt like it was spiraling, “Mhm.”

Toji smirks as if he already knew the answer to his question prior to asking, “Then get on top of me,” He instructs.

And that’s roughly how you got into the position you’re in now— hips bucking against Toji as his heavy cock knocked around your insides, breast jumping in front of his face, and cries of his name filling the bedroom.

Even though you were on top, Toji was still very much in control. His big hands were locked onto your hips, forcing you to fuck your cunt down onto his fat cock over and over again.

He had you delirious and cockdrunk in minutes, it was almost embarrassing.

A hand would slap against your ass and your body would jump in reaction. Then there’s Toji’s voice that made your pussy squelch around his length.

“Jus’ like that, doll. Fuck me, c’mon, you can do it,” His tone was so rough but his words were oddly sweet, despite the way he guided your hips on him and thrusted up into you so meanly.

His thick tip pounded up into this one spot inside you and you were gasping and babbling his name— trying your best to keep up with the man but ultimately failing.

Then, every time you tried to turn your head away from him, he’d bring a rough hand up to your jaw and force you to look at him. “Thought’ I told you about that? Want you t’look at me while you fuck me, pretty girl. S’not that hard, is it?” He taunted.

You frown at him and suddenly his hands go to your hips. Then your body was tipping back and he was switching positions.

Your back hit the mattress before you could process what was going on and his cock thrusted deeper into you, making your jaw drop and your eyes widen.

Your legs were going up and the most you could muster was a strangled gasp, “Fuck! T-Toji-, mmgh..”

“This better for ya’?” He teased with a cocky tilt of his head, “Can y’keep your eyes on me now?" He asked while folding your body into a mean mating press, his larger frame pressing down into yours and stripping air from your lungs instantly as his cock dipped deeper in between your sopping folds.

Dragging his hips up torturously slow, he eyes down your expression as he thrusts back in-- hard and heavy. Your entire face twists up in pleasure and he watches the way your jaw drops and a sweet moan pours out of your mouth.

"Mhm, look at'cha, y'like this don't you-- gettin' folded up and stuffed?" Toji huffs.

His voice alone had you weak underneath him, wide teary eyes peering into his as you laid there with your mouth hanging open so foolishly, "Uhuh." You utter with a nod.

"Fuck, you're cute like this, roomie," He hums as he slowly tips his head to the side, "Can't talk when you're gettin' fucked can you?" A quick shake of your head is all he receives from you and it makes him grunt, "Yeah? Hah, knew you wanted me all this time. Y'should've said somethin' doll, always givin' me those looks."

Your brows pinch together and his claim throws you off, "W-What looks?" You murmur quietly.

Toji groans and the weight of his body over yours along with his cock drilling into you has your body sinking down into the mattress, "Oh don't act clueless. I've seen the way you look at me," He points out to you with a lil' smirk on his face-- god you can't stand him sometimes.

Pouting, "I-I don't-"

"No need t'lie about it now," Toji cuts off. He knows you far too well after living with you for so long, "You can be honest," His voice is a bit gentler.

And maybe it was because he'd seen you gawk at his body thousands of times that he considered himself being nice to you right now but either way-- the look on your face was making his cock twitch inside you. You'd appeared as though you'd finally been caught doing something you weren't supposed to.

Softly, you just gaze up at him, "I..."

Toji scoffs, "You..? Go onnn," He's leaning his face down closer to yours and his cock is practically splitting you open, tip digging impossibly deeper, "Spit it out."

"F-Fuck, okay-," You finally give into him, despite not putting up too much of a fight, "Hah, y-yeah, I do check you out sometimes-"

Toji's smiling already, "Sometimes?' He challenges.

As his words leave him, your legs are dangling up over his shoulder and fuck you couldn’t move one bit. "All the time,” You gasp, a cute whine exiting your throat seconds later.

"Mhm, bet you thought about this a few times, huh?" Toji continues to chastise you as if the bed he were fucking you into wasn’t starting to creak and rattle below you.

Your brows pinch together and you give him such confused doe-like eyes, "Hm?"

Toji smirks and you feel his cockhead dragging in and out inside your pussy, "Y'know, gettin' your pretty lil cunt fucked like this,” He utters vulgarly.

Your body twitches and you can feel yourself coming close, "Fuck.”

"Mmh, keep squeezin' 'round me like that,” He encourages, heavy balls smacking against your ass, cock splitting you open and leaving you dumb within’ seconds.

"Toji," You call out, unsure of why but moaning his name anyway.

He nods before glancing to your lips, "Mhm, open ya’ mouth f’me, pretty.” You begin to do just that and he smiles, “Nice ‘nd wide, yeahhhh…” Then he’s spitting right onto your tongue, fucking you rougher, and watching the way you moan because of his actions.

"Mmgh…” You swallow down the messy wad of saliva he’d just gifted you— eyes all teary as you blearily keep your eyes up on his.

The sight of you swallowing his spit makes him absolutely feral. You could see his pupils dilating and suddenly his fucking you harder and his grunts are getting huskier. His cock was so damn thick in girth, throbbing veins rubbing all against your plush walls at such a rough pace that your legs felt like pure putty within his hold.

“S’too much, fuck-," You gasp out sharply, your hands sliding down to his chest and giving Toji the slightest push.

The feel of your nails grazing his tense skin makes him let out a low groan, "Aht aht, stop that, don't start pushin' me away,” He hums to you almost sweetly. Then he’s pressing his body weight even further onto you, his leaking tip bullying your cervix with each thrust, “You can take me." Toji whispers to you.

Your head is shaking immediately and you’re just babbling to the man, "C-Can't Toji, m'gonna cum."

"Go ahead then, cum on my cock. Get it nice 'nd messy f'me,” He rasps as his eyes roll back with the way your pussy was clamping around his hard cock. "Yeahhh, there you goo,” He coos, leaning up slightly just to look at the sight of you below him all fucked out as you reach your high, “Look s'pretty creamin' on me like that, fuck."

He’s not too far behind you in the slightest. The simple sight of you still weakly trying to get him to slow down as he fucks you through your orgasm was enough to have him emptying himself inside you within seconds. Your eyes were all glossed over, lips swollen and pouty from kisses, cheeks wet with a few tears, and body fucking perfect beneath him.

Toji may have teased you earlier about the way you’ve been looking at him ever since the two of you started living together but fuck, he knows damn well this is all he’s wanted ever since he first set his eyes on you.

A/N: Had this sitting in my drafts for a while, hope you guys enjoyed <33

[jaeyunnz]

Tasting temptations

jake + f¡reader — ♡

WARNINGS — dom!jake, reader¡sub, riding him while he's eating, hair pulling, grinding, raw sex (stay safe, don't do it.) he calls her slut once, praising and pet names.

Note : my first post on here, i hope i did good! i haven't wrote in a while, i just got back into it — (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) this is proofread !!!!

It was a normal night, jake just got home from work and made himself a quick meal, ramen. He was in the living room, sitting on the couch with his bowl of ramen on the coffee table, eating quietly. Jake is oblivious to how needy you've been feeling lately, especially with him rarely home. You slowly made your way over to the living room, standing infront of him which causes him to lift his head up, looking up at you with wide eyes and still chewing on his food.

"hey baby. you want some?" He lifts up his bowl to you and you nod. "come sit with me baby." He pats the empty space next to him, but instead of doing that you settled on his lap. Jake lets out a quiet groan, placing the bowl back on the table and props his hands on your hips. Your arms immediately going around his neck as you lean in to place small kisses on his collbarbone which is showing due to his black tanktop.

Jake lets out a soft sigh, caressing your back with small circles. Your kisses trailing up to his neck now, gently nibbling at his skin. "mm?... whats this about?" He chuckles a bit and you raise your head up to look at him, locking eyecontact for a moment. "What do you mean?" you say quietly. He raises an eyebrow, replying back with, "i dunno... you just seem... intense?" he searches for your eyes once more, tilting his head.

"Really? Well im... fine." he looks unamused but grabs his bowl, continuing to slurp up his noodles. The heat beneath you guys becomes evident, and you unintentionally move your hips for more friction. Jake lets out a soft grunt, causing him to slightly choke on his noodles. "b...baby what are you doing?-" your now practically humping his thigh slowly like a dog in heat. He swallows hard on his food, his lips slightly parting as he watches you.

"fuck- baby hold on..." hes trying to regain his composure while your panting heavily, looking at him with desperate eyes. "Mmph... jake i need you." He gulps, letting out a soft whimper as you swirl your hips around his lap causing his body to tremble slightly. "need me... for what, baby?" he murmurs, voice breathy and eyes wide with realization. he swallows hard, his cock already twitching in his sweatpants at your sensual movements. "...ohhh..."

Jake takes another bite out of his ramen, he's trying to eat and finish up faster but its hard when your moving on his lap. "baby let me just finish eating real quick-" Its too late though, your already fondling with his belt, in a desperate attempt to undo it. He doesn't stop you, instead he watches, the food being forgotten.

Once you finally undo his belt, you throw it aside, working on his zipper now. You notice the tent in his pants, and he slightly jerks his hips upward. "fuck baby..." You glance at him, tugging his pants down to his hips before asking, "You gonna finish eating or no? Because i wont wait." He takes another bite out of his noodles with shakey hands, he's halfway done but with you literally stripping him, he keeps getting distracted. "im trying y'know. but its hard when your...-" At this point your desperate so you just pull his boxers down.

His aching cock finally springs free. His hands are so shakey he can barely grip on the chopsticks to continue eating. "I forgot how big you are..." you say, causing his cock to twitch. You then slide your hand down, fingertips tracing the slim and long base. He arches his back, almost dropping the bowl. "ahh... fuckk..." he moans out, struggling to say coherent words. "Im barely touching you." Your hand finally wraps around the veiny shaft, his hips snapping upwards in desperation for more of your touch. "So sensitive..."

You stroke his length up and down a few times while he bites his lower lip to surpress a moan. "sit on it please h...hahhh.." he mumbles, barely audible before moving the bowl aside. He hasnt finished eating but at this point he doesnt care, he needs you. Finally, you shove down your shorts and panties, he watches as you do so and immediately goes to grab your ass. He lifts his hips up slightly, the tip rubbing against your bare slit which causes you to gasp and throw your head back. "Ahh jake..." gripping onto his shoulders, you finally sink down onto his length, only halfway though since he's big.

"fuck babygirl!" he moans out loudly, digging his nails into your hips. Your body is already shaking but you havent even taken it all yet. "shit your so tight..." his words made your eyes roll back, and with one swift movement you finally sink all the way down, taking every inch of him. You let out a loud moan that echoes around the living room, jakes mouth is slightly opened from the pleasure of being inside of you almost too much. After a few seconds of adjusting to his size, you slowly start moving up and down on his cock.

Jake tilts his head back against the couch, his hand on the small of your back. "So big-..." you whine out, gripping tightly on his shoulders for leverage as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock wildy. The quiet room being filled with nothing but skin slapping against skin.

"Ahhhh... ohhh..." is all that came out of your mouth. "princess... your riding it like a pro," He breathes out. Your lost in pleasure, whimpering and moaning loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "F...fuck jake, it feels so-..." his large hands wrap around your waist, helping you keep up with your pace on his cock. "yeah?... yeah it feels good baby?" He says with shakey breaths in between, "fuckkk yeah... your riding my cock stupid arent you slut? cant speak huh?" His dirty talk just makes your whole body tremble, almost completely losing it. "please... dont stop baby..."

You move your hips in a circle motion, his length plunging so deep inside of you it feels like your in ecstasy. His thick cock splitting your pussy open and stretching your inner walls to the limit. "J..jake i might-" you get cut off when you feel him slam his hips upward, bucking his hips wildly causing a loud scream of pleasure to come out of your mouth. He leans forward, sucking a hickey into the soft flesh of your neck as he continues to ruthlessly pump his cock in and out of your sopping wet pussy. Slightly pulling your hair back.

"what was that babygirl?" He grunts out, chuckling softly, "I... im gonna cum!" Your voice is high pitched as he holds you in place, bouncing you aggressively on his shaft. "cum for me princess..." and with that, you reached your climax, cumming hard on his dick. Jake's cock was pulsing violently inside you. "fuck yeah..." He lets out a loud, animalistic grunt as he starts to cum, his hot load erupting deep inside your pussy in thick, powerful spurts. "FUCK!" He shouts in pleasure, his head falling back against the couch as you collapse ontop of him.

The both of you are breathless for a few moments before you speak up quietly, "Was it good?" Jake pants heavily, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. "damn near broke my dick it was so good..." He kisses your throat, his hands roaming back down to grab your thighs and caress them softly. "shit, i love you princess," He whispers softly into your ear. "I love you too baby," you reply.

💘: ok i ended up writing a bit more than intended!!!! Anyways i hope this was good AHH💕

[smutmind]

Home Ground ft. Sana

Twice Sana X You

Here's a love letter to fellow fans.

"You're cute when you're nervous," Sana said, biting her lip. "I bet you're already hard for me, huh?"

Her voice wrapped around you like silk—familiar, yes, but now thick with heat and purpose. She wasn’t just teasing anymore. She was about to own you.

The ceremonial chamber shimmered under moonlight, casting soft shadows across velvet cushions and silk drapes. Petals floated in a nearby pool, perfuming the air with the scent of sweet plum and jasmine. You stood alone with her, the chosen fan among thousands, selected during Home Ground—the Secret Night. The rite where an idol rewarded her most devoted follower with her body. Her trust. Her climax.

Sana lounged barefoot in the center, wrapped in a sheer robe that clung to her like mist. Her dark eyes locked on yours, hungry. Her long hair spilled around her shoulders, framing her like something sacred and sinful at once.

She patted the cushion beside her. "Come. Let me look at what I picked."

You obeyed. She leaned close, fingers brushing your chest, your waist, then cupping the bulge in your pants with a wicked grin.

"Mm. I knew it," she whispered. "You’ve been thinking about this since the moment I said your name. I can feel it. So fat and full already."

Your breath hitched. She stood and, with a slow tug, untied her robe. It fell away like water. She was nude, radiant—pale skin, perky tits tipped with pink, her shaved pussy glistening faintly in the moonlight.

She turned in a slow circle. "You like what you see? This little body’s yours tonight. But I’m going to play with you first. Until you can’t think."

She shoved you back onto the cushions and straddled you, robe pooling beneath her knees. Her hands made quick work of your clothes. Your cock sprang free—hard, leaking. She giggled.

"Oh my god," she said, wrapping both hands around it. "This… fuck, this is going to split me open. Can I ride it raw? I want to feel every inch."

You nodded frantically. She didn't wait.

She lined you up, rubbed your tip through her soaked folds, then slowly, steadily, sank down. Inch after inch disappeared inside her.

"Fffuck," she hissed, bottoming out. Her tight pussy clamped around you like velvet heat. "So deep already... Can feel you all the way in my belly."

She started moving, grinding her hips in lazy circles, fucking you slow and mean. Her tits bounced with every thrust. You reached up—she grabbed your wrists and pinned them down.

"No touching yet," she said, voice sharp. "Just lie there and take it like a good little fan."

Her pace quickened. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room. She leaned forward, feeding you one nipple, then the other.

"Suck them," she ordered. "Like you’ve dreamed of. Make it messy."

You obeyed, tongue swirling over her nipples, lips sucking greedily as she rode you harder, faster. Her pussy squeezed you like a vice, dripping around your cock.

"You're twitching," she whispered, mouth near your ear. "Gonna cum already? Gonna shoot all that sticky fanboy cum inside me?"

You moaned, trembling.

"Do it," she gasped. "Fill me. I wanna feel you lose it."

You came hard, cock jerking, shooting thick pulses deep into her. She bit your shoulder and moaned, hips grinding to milk every drop.

She didn’t stop until you were spent, panting, body limp beneath her. She collapsed on your chest, breath hot against your neck.

But her hips didn’t rest long.

She sat up, your softening cock slipping out, wet and twitching. She giggled at the mess, then bent low and dragged her tongue slowly up your shaft.

"Still sensitive? Good," she murmured. "Now just watch."

Sana reclined beside you, legs spread wide, fingers sliding down to her swollen, needy clit. She circled it slowly, eyes never leaving yours. Her tongue kept playing with your tip, licking the cum that leaked from you.

"You came first, but I’m not done. Not even close."

Her moans grew louder, breath catching as her fingers dipped lower, slipping into her soaked pussy. She sucked gently at your soft cock between gasps.

"Watch me cum just from this. From your taste... from the way you look when you’re wrecked."

You were helpless—cock twitching uselessly, heart racing—as she fingered herself harder, her moans climbing. Her eyes fluttered.

"Fuck—just like that, yes—"

Her body shuddered, thighs quaking, one hand clutching your hip as she came. Juices slicked her inner thighs, her breath jagged as she collapsed against you, smiling through the aftershocks.

She kissed your chest, smeared in sweat and cum.

"That was just the first track," she whispered. "I’m going to ruin you before sunrise."

[minarisplaything]

Flights (And) Feelings

pairing: Karina (Aespa) x Male Reader summary: just a quickie that was originally inspired by the airport photos when they first dropped, nothing crazy. tags: public/semi-public blowjobs word count: 2k

“Attention, passengers! We are now boarding flight 452 to Seoul. We kindly ask all passengers with priority boarding to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding passes ready and enjoy your flight. Thank you!”

"Isn't that your flight?" you asked.

The hand that was pulling you towards the bathrooms didn't stop. Instead she threw you a reassuring look over her shoulder. The sparkle in her eye behind her rimmed glasses suggested that she was no stranger to sneaking off.

"It'll be fine. Besides, I have Aeri to cover for me."

You weave your way through the airport unimpeded. A few people do a double take, as if to confirm that Karina from Aespa had just hurried past them, but by the time they had realized it, the two of you were already gone.

You briefly wondered how much Aeri knew about this but you had little time to linger on the thought. Before you knew it you were being shoved into a bathroom stall with the door locked as Karina joined you.

"Are we really doing this?" you asked, feeling just a bit paranoid.

"And wait until we get back to Seoul? I don't know when I'll have free time again," Karina reminded you, her hands already moving to your belt buckle.

"You've got a point there..."

"Plus, it's exciting right?" she smiled up at you, her nose brushing against yours. Sometimes you forgot how both goofy and filthy Karina could be at the same time. Though, if you needed a reminder it came in the form of her fingers curling around your cock. She gave you a few testing pumps.

"I think you've got your answer," you joked.

Her smile widened as she finished shoving down your pants and boxers.

"We have to be quick," she said.

"I thought you said you had time?"

"Are you questioning me wanting to suck your cock sooner?"

"Well, when you put it like that I sound silly..."

She smiled as she leaned up on her tiptoes, pressing a brief kiss to your lips.

"I like silly. Just try not to get too loud."

Karina’s hands left your waist for a moment, and you watched as she grabbed a handful of tissue paper from the dispenser. She knelt down, spreading the paper carefully on the floor like she was preparing a makeshift altar.

The fluorescent light above flickered slightly, casting a faint buzz that mingled with the hum of the airport outside. You could hear the distant echo of boarding announcements, the muffled chatter of passengers, and the occasional squeak of rolling luggage. But here, in this cramped stall, the world felt impossibly small—just you and her.

“This is crazy you know that?” you whispered.

Karina glanced up at you, her lips curling into that mischievous smile you knew so well. “Do you want me to stop?” Her fingers trailed up your thighs, teasing, as if daring you to say yes.

You didn’t.

Instead, you let out a shaky breath as she settled onto her knees, the tissue paper crinkling softly beneath her. Her hands found your hips, steadying you, and you could feel the warmth of her breath against your skin. It sent a shiver up your spine, one that made you grip the sides of the stall for balance.

“Someone’s anxious,” Karina said, her voice low and playful.

“Trying not to think about how many people are right outside,” you admitted.

Karina’s fingers curled around your shaft, giving it a light stroke, “Don’t think about them. Just think about me.”

And then her mouth was on you, warm and wet and perfect. Your head tipped back instinctively, hitting the stall door with a soft thud. You bit down on your lip to stifle a groan. Her tongue swirled around your cock, teasing and tasting, while her hands gripped your thighs to keep you steady.

“Karina—” Her name came out as more of a gasp than a word.

She pulled back just enough to look up at you, her lips glistening. “Too much?”

You shook your head, your voice strained. “Keep going.”

Karina’s smile widened, and she leaned in again, taking your length deeper this time. Her lips trailed along your cock; the warm, wet cavern swallowing you again. Your fingers tangled in her dark hair, not to guide her, but to ground yourself as she sent pleasure down up your spine. The sounds she made—soft, satisfied hums as she bobbed her head on your cock—vibrated through you, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

Outside, the faint sound of footsteps in the distance, and you froze, your body tensing. Karina didn’t stop. If anything, she seemed to take your hesitation as a challenge, her movements growing more deliberate, more intense.

“Relax,” her breath was hot against your exposed cock, “No one’s coming in here.”

“You don’t know that,” you hissed, though your grip on her hair tightened involuntarily.

She pulled back again, her lips brushing against your cock.

“Don’t you trust me?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. “Of course.”

“Then stop worrying.”

Her tongue flicked against the tip, and you choked back a moan.

It was as convincing an argument as any else.

Her mouth returned to your length, and this time, she didn’t hold back. The rhythm of her movements as she choked herself on your fat rod. The feel of her tongue running along the underside of your shaft every time she took you deep into her throat. The vulgar sounds of her gagging on your cock over and over again.

“God, Karina,” you breathed, your voice trembling as you looked down at her.

Her large-framed glasses were slightly askew, her dark hair falling into her face as she worked. She glanced up at you, her eyes locking with yours, and the sight of her like this—lips wrapped around you, cheeks flushed, glasses slipping down her nose—it was pure perfection.

“You look so fucking beautiful. Taking my cock so well.”

She hummed in response, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on your cock, coming off with an audible pop before she was on you again. Her hands moved to your balls, her fingers teasing and massaging as she took you deeper, her pace growing more erratic. Despite your earlier apprehension you didn’t want this to end, not yet at least.

And just when you were finally starting to let yourself go, you heard it.

Voices.

They were faint at first, muffled by the bathroom door, but they grew louder as they approached. Your body tensed, your fingers tightening in Karina’s hair, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she seemed to take your hesitation as a challenge, her movements growing more deliberate.

“Did you see them?” a woman’s voice asked, her tone excited. “I swear, I just saw Karina from aespa near the gate!”

Your heart skipped a beat, but Karina didn’t even flinch. Her tongue swirled around your cock, her fingers still playing with your balls, and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from moaning.

“No way,” another voice replied, “Do you think they are on our flight?”

“I don’t know, but I hope so. Can you imagine sitting next to them?”

Karina’s eyes flicked up to yours, and you could see the mischief in them. She was enjoying this—the risk, the secrecy, the fact that they were so close yet so oblivious. Her hand moved to your thigh, her nails digging in slightly as she took you deeper, her pace quickening.

You could feel yourself unraveling. The voices outside were still talking, their conversation casual and unaware, but all you could focus on was Karina—her mouth, her hands, the way she looked at you like she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

“If only they knew,” you thought, your mind hazy with pleasure. “If only they knew how close they were to Karina right now. Their favorite idol, on her knees, looking this filthy.”

The voices began to fade as the pair moved on, their footsteps echoing down the hallway. Karina pulled off you with a soft pop, her lips glistening and her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. She looked up at you, her eyes dark and playful, and you couldn’t help but smirk.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” you accused.

She grinned, her fingers still wrapped around you, stroking slowly while her other hand adjusted her glasses. “Maybe. Can you blame me?”

“Not even a little,” you admitted, your voice cracking as her thumb brushed over the tip of your cock.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your thigh as she spoke. “Are you close?”

You nodded, your breath hitching.

“Do you want to come all over my face?” she asked, her tone innocent, as if she were asking about the weather.

The image alone was enough to make your knees weak—her pretty face, her large glasses, her lips parted as she looked up at you, your release painting her perfect skin. But you knew you didn’t have time for the cleanup, not with the risk of someone walking in at any moment.

“I want to see you swallow it all down,” you growled, your voice rough and urgent, barely contained.

Karina’s grin widened, sharp and knowing, and she didn’t hesitate. She took you back into her mouth, her tongue hot and wet as it slid along your length, teasing before she sank deeper. Her rhythm was relentless, each stroke pulling a ragged breath from your chest. Her hands gripped your thighs, nails digging in just enough to ground you, to keep you steady as she took you deeper, faster, her movements growing desperate.

“Fuck—yes, just like that,” you hissed, your voice breaking as the pressure coiled tighter in your gut. Your fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on, as if Karina might slip away if you let go. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”

She didn’t. Karina’s eyes flicked up to yours, dark and hungry behind her glasses, which were slightly askew now, one lens fogged from the heat of her breath. The sight of her like that—messy, undone—sent a fresh surge of desire through you. Your hips jerked forward, involuntarily at first, but then you couldn’t stop. You moved with her, fucking her mouth in time with her head bobbing, each thrust driving you deeper, harder.

“That’s it—take it,” you groaned, your voice rough and uneven. “You feel so fucking good, Karina—I can’t—”

The words dissolved into a moan as she hummed around you, the vibration ripping through your body like a shockwave. Karina’s hands tightened on your thighs, urging you on, and you lost yourself in the rhythm, your hips snapping forward as she took everything you gave her.

“I’m close—so close,” you choked out, your voice breaking. “You’re going to make me—fuck—”

The tension snapped, sharp and electric, tearing through you in waves. Karina didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch, just took everything you gave her, her throat working around you as she swallowed you down.

When it was over, she stayed there for a moment, her forehead resting against your thigh, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. Her glasses were nearly falling off now, crooked and smudged, and you reached down to adjust them with a shaky hand.

You slumped against the stall door, your legs trembling, and let out a shaky laugh.

“Jesus, Karina,” you muttered, your voice still unsteady. “You’re going to kill me.”

She looked up at you, her lips still glistening and her eyes bright with satisfaction.

“You love it.”

You couldn’t argue with that. There was no question you adored this woman.

After a few more moments of gathering yourself, your heartbeat still thrumming in your ears, you reached a hand down to help her to her feet.

“Come on, you’re already late for the boarding call.”

She took your hand, her fingers warm and soft against yours, and stood, brushing herself off with a casual grace that made it hard to believe what had just happened.

“You owe me one now,” she teased as she leaned up to press a kiss to your lips. The kiss was brief and you could taste yourself on her��a faint, salty tang that sent a shiver down your spine. When she pulled back, her smile only grew. “Don’t worry, I brought a blanket for the flight.”

[princessbrunette]

prisoner!rafe was finally, finally being released, and you just didn’t know what to do with yourself. you barely slept the night before, deep cleaning the house, re-choosing the perfect outfit, making snacks to lay out for him. you felt like your brain wasn’t even working anymore at this point, but what you did know — was that it was about damn time he came home.

you see him at the gate to tannyhill, dressed in the outfit he got locked up in and you feel like you’re dreaming. he’s filling his clothes out more than before, the grey long sleeve shirt now straining against his arms, chest and back — his thighs even seeming to push against the material of his khakis with each step. a million things are running through your head as he approaches, like what the first thing he wants to do might be.

maybe he’ll want to walk around, observe everything at tannyhill that you’ve moved around or adjusted to fit your comfort whilst he was gone. perhaps he’s starving, and you’ll be rushed into the kitchen to start an early dinner. rafe could be tired, and want to slump right down for a nap— or maybe rant about the last day he had locked up.

he’s suddenly infront of you and you’re frozen, staring up at him with big doe eyes before you grab eachother simultaneously, pulling one another in for a bone crushing hug. rafe grips your cheek, kissing you so violently that there’s spit and gloss all over your chin and teeth clash before he pulls away — eyes darting all over your face. what he says next confirms what he really wants to do first. moreso, who.

“yeah uh, take these fuckin’ clothes off before i rip ‘em off. alright?” it’s almost a threat, but you practically vibrate in excitement.

the two of you race inside, and by the time you’ve reached your bed you’re only wearing your skirt, panties and bra. you approach the bed excitedly, stomach bursting with butterflies but apparently it’s not quick enough for rafe’s liking because he effortlessly lifts you under the arms and tosses you onto the bed like you’re nothing, your squeal muffled into the pillow. he’s chasing you up the bed on his knees, and when you try to push yourself up by the hands to readjust yourself — rafe shoves you back down.

your skirt has ridden up to your waist, and when you helplessly glance over your shoulder from your arched position — rafes pulling his cock out all with one hand.

“look uh, i might… i might not last as long as i want to, alright i— i was locked up for a long time. my balls are god damn blue. i’ll�� make it up to you.” he winces, slowly jerking himself as you lock eyes. rafe is careful not to overexcite himself.

your brows furrow, reaching back and peeling your panties to the side — revealing the soaked folds that have been waiting nearly a year just to feel him once more. “d’nt care rafey, want you to cum inside.” you whine, and he swears he nearly busts then and there.

“sssshiiiit.” he sighs out in a whisper, letting go of his own shaft to spread your glossy cunt with his thumb, appreciating the fat lips and tight holes. “bet you kept that shit so tight for me huh? holding out for your man n’shit, that right?”

“yes daddy. only want you inside.” you moan, arching harder for his viewing pleasure and he hums, his fat tip gracing your entrance.

“well you’re gonna get just that alright, hold on t’somethin’.”

knowing what he’s like, you scoop a pillow between your arms, hugging it close and sinking your teeth into the plush white. it had been too long, the stretch was going to be lethal.

[sweetshuga]

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝟐 ✧ 𝑴.𝑺

𝒃𝒔𝒇.ᐟ𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕! Teasing him about it before giving him head like in his fantasies. "Ooh, fuuuck-- You’re such a good girl. Such a good girl for me... Taking me so—mmph—deep."

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. «𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏» «𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕» «𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕»

𝒘𝒄. 𝟏.𝟏 𝒌

𝒂𝒏. Yeah, so here’s the second part ☺️

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! || Every part can be read as a standalone!

The drive home was rather quick thanks to Matt’s driving skills and the road being almost free of cars.

Everything blurred together as Matt’s brain zeroed in on the feeling his cock twitching helplessly in his pants. He desperately swallowed down the whimper forcing its way up his throat, not wanting you or his brothers to hear it.

The moment he walked in through the front door almost felt like a reward—something he earned through resilience and patience. Which was just surviving having a hard-on for almost an hour long, but to him it felt like he endured severe physical pain.

Matt briskly walked towards his room, shouting something about having a bad headache and needing a nap. When in reality, he was just going to jerk off.

No one suspected a thing. No one except you.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

Just as Matt pulled out his dick and was about to give his poor swollen member some relief, you opened his bedroom door and nonchalantly walked inside, closing it behind yourself.

He quickly pulled the cover over himself, startled by your sudden appearance, his cheeks flushing a rosy hue.

"Don’t you know how to fucking knock? And can’t you see that I’m busy?" He tried to sound frustrated but his tone lacked any real anger, sounding more embarrassed than pissed off.

"Sorry," you said, but it definitely didn’t sound like you meant it. And the way your lips curled up at the corners further proved to him that you were enjoying seeing him embarrassed.

He watched intently as you walked over to his bed – where he sat, leaning against the bedframe, still half naked under the covers – and the way your hips moved with each step you took made him want to grip them tightly and fuck the living daylight out of you—

"So," you began, making him snap out of his fantasy, "What exactly were you "busy" with before I came in?"

Your innocent question almost made him groan out loud but he held himself back and instead took a deep breath, exhaling shakily before he muttered out a gruff response.

"You know exactly what I was doing."

Your smirk widened slightly – almost teasingly – at his words, and you leaned forward, your eyes locked onto his heavily dilated ones.

"Yeah, I do." You admitted with a soft chuckle, the sound making his dick jump.

"Since I know why you’re this hard and aching... Why don’t I lend you a hand..." You trailed off, your smirk widening further, turning into a wolfish grin as you said your next words, knowing exactly how much it would affect him.

"Or a mouth."

Matt’s breath hitched in his throat at your offer to help him jerk off and potentially give him head.

He’d be a fool to refuse your generous offer now wouldn’t he?

𝟓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

Matt’s chest heaved with ragged breaths as he watched you position yourself between his spread legs, you gaze locked onto his cock. The sight of you looking so intently at his length made it twitch.

His tip was flushed a deep shade of red, a fresh bead of pearly cum forming on his slit before slowly sliding down the head of his cock and towards his base, his length twitching at the sensation.

Your fingers gently wrapped around his base, slowly stroking up towards his tip, tightening your hold on his shaft subtly as you did so. You gulped softly when you felt his dick throb in your hand, hearing his soft groan doing wonders to make you soak through your panties.

Slowly picking up pace, you leaned down, making Matt’s breath hitch in anticipation of what’s about to come.

Your tongue darted out to lick the precum dribbling down his cockhead. Matt hissed softly when you licked a long stripe up the sensitive underside of his shaft next—from base to tip.

His head fell back against the wall with a soft thud when you wrapped your plump lips around his cock, his eyes fluttering closed briefly before snapping open, not wanting to miss your pretty eyes looking up at him as you took him deeper.

"Juust like that..." Matt whispered huskily, his fingers tangling in your hair and scrunching it up, not pulling or guiding for now, just trying to ground himself from the pleasure.

He stared down at you, lips parted and eyes slightly glazed over and hooded, watching you in awe as you took him deeper.

"Ooh, fuuuck-- You’re such a good girl. Such a good girl for me... Taking me so—mmph—deep." Matt groaned softly.

The tip of your nose grazed his pelvis before you pulled away, gasping for air as your hand pumped his length—as if to replace your mouth while you caught your breath.

Your mouth was quick to be back around his cock, your eyes watering beautifully as you looked up at him, gagging subtly when his tip suddenly hit the back of your throat.

His hips slowly began to thrust up in rhythm with the bobbing of your head, beginning to fuck your mouth as he got lost in the pleasure you were giving him.

His hands held your head, now guiding it along his shaft in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. The knowledge that you were letting him use your mouth however he wanted made his dick throb urgently against your tongue.

Feeling his balls draw up tight, he quickly pulled out his length, wanting to see his release on your face as he fisted his cock furiously, and you quickly stuck your tongue out, realizing what he wanted.

"Shit--shit! I’m so close! Fuuckkk... C-cumming—mmph-ah!"

His eyes rolled back briefly as the pressure in his abdomen exploded, his vision blurring for a moment as white-hot pleasure prickled throughout his whole body.

Matt’s hips jerked in time with his orgasm, his hand blurring over his cock as rope after rope of sticky cum painted your face and tongue a pearly shade of white.

He watched as you swallowed the bit of cum that landed on your tongue, his breath coming in short shuddering pants as the last bit of his load spurted out.

Sated, Matt slumped back against the bedframe, his eyes closing briefly as he tried to catch his breath, subtle tremors still running through his body due to the aftershocks of his intense orgasm.

"That was- You’re so- I can’t even..." He trailed off, unable to even form a proper sentence, his mind still fogged with pleasure.

𝑨 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓

You went to wash your face since he came all over it and he took the time you were gone to recover.

Matt turned towards you when you came back and sat on the bed beside him, his eyes glinting with lingering hunger as he looked down at your plump lips that were wrapped around his shaft earlier, before looking back up into your eyes.

What he said next made your breath hitch.

"It’s only fair that I return the favor, no?" He murmured as he gently pushed you down, making you fall back on his bed, your hair sprawling out on his silk sheets.

"It’s my turn to make you feel good, sweetheart."

𓆩♡𓆪

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[novulen]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : What happens when you almost get caught in the act by your son? Whatever it is, Satoru is unfazed & too pussywhipped to care.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : 18+ (mdni), riding position, mentions of overstimulating, (princess/ baby) used to adress reader, cock-blocking, fem!reader.

“He’s finally asleep.” Satorou huffs out, tiredly, trudging to his respective side of the bed and immediately tossing himself onto the mattress beside you. You can’t help but softly giggle when he does such dramatic things, acting as if your son had tormented him—though your sweet boy would never do such things.

“C’mere.” he murmurs mindlessly to you, reaching out a long arm before you can even process what he’s said and pulling your form flush to his chest.

His sultry tone already tells you what he wants.

“‘Toru…are you sure he’s sleeping?” you mumble under your breath, scooting closer to your lover and placing a hand worryingly to his cheek. Recollections of the last time Satorou’s antics had almost occurred to your toddler catching you both in the act flood your mind, and you want to do everything in your power to keep that from happening again. But, Satoru, on the other hand, doesn’t seem worried about the circumstances.

“I’m sure, baby,” he promises, almost too quickly. Although you’ve always been one to take him for his word, as unethical as that may sound, and you hesitantly nod in response.

Satoru raises an eyebrow for a second, noticing the uncertainty laced within your eyes.

“We don’t have to, y’know.”

“No—I want to.”

You mask your worry with a honeyed smile, and lean into his lips. It’s almost instinct with the way his body moves to close the gap between your lips, his soft ones colliding messily to yours not a second later.

Satoru moans into the kiss, having found pleasure without even entering you yet. His big hands slide down your torso, lifting you effortlessly on top of him in the process, and find purchase on your hips.

“Mhm, ‘d you lock the door?” you whisper into the kiss, opening your eyes only to find a totally blissed-out Satoru. But, he merely hums, continuing to move his lips unfazed and too deep in the kiss to stop.

The dim light your bedroom lamp provides casts onto your lovers face, giving him a warm, loving glow that —though has quite the opposite effect of warm, and loving—causes your cunt to throb.

“Need to be inside you, princess,” he groans, only pulling away to fill his lungs with the breath you’ve stolen from him, pupils blown wide. And when he’s done, without another word, he’s kissing you again.

Soon enough, with the way he’s grinding his already half-hard cock against your clothed pussy, and the manner in which he’s smothering his lips against yours, you forget what you’d earlier asked.

He, in fact, did not lock the door.

“So fucking needy for you,” he murmurs underneath his breath, softly clamping his teeth down on your lower lip as he pulls back. Satoru takes in the sight before him; you, lips rosy, swollen, and agape, on top of him with nothing but some skimpy sleep shorts and a crop top—it’s almost too good of a sight to behold, he thinks.

“Need you too,”

Your hands are quick to find the hem of his grey sweats, tugging his boxers down alongside his pants just enough for his cock to spring up.

The leaky, pink tip releases a droplet of pre-cum, and your eyes watch attentively as it slides down his sturdy, tan base.

With just one touch, Satoru’s already thrusting up into your hands. “S-shit, don’t do this t’me. Just put it in.” he breaths, azure, blue eyes boring into yours with a stare like never before. It’s compelling in a way, and you find yourself sliding your shorts and panties aside as you position yourself over his shaft.

Rough hands smoothing over your ass, he pushes you down onto the head.

You moan deliciously, your palms flat against his chest once he's fully in. And as much as you'd love to tell him how good this all feels, how he's so deep and snug inside you, all that comes out is a choked cry of his name.

"Shh, y'don't have to say anything, I know it feels good," he hums, wearing a smug grin on his face—knowing he's the one that's got you a babbling mess—cocky as ever. "Just keep riding—fuck, just like that."

You're soon bouncing on his cock, a stream of fat tears rolling down your cheeks, and throat too sore to do anything but whimper.

"Satoru, baby.." you whine, throwing your head back in utter bliss.

"Yeah, princess?"

"You're so deep..."

And Satoru's never felt compelled to outdo himself more than he does now, the thoughts of overstimulating you swarming his head more than he'd like to admit. He groans at your words, and only wants to push himself deeper—deeper until you're crying out his name.

Satoru, Satoru, Satoru...

...But, you're whispering.

"Satoru!" you whisper-shout, finally snapping the frenzied man out of his trance. Both your heads whip to the door, and a panicked-silence falls over the bedroom.

Your heart races as you hear the pitter-patter of small feet stop right in front of the bedroom. “Mama?” your toddler calls out, thankfully knocking on the door before he lets himself in. You’re more than glad he didn’t take after his father when it came to manners.

“I’ll be right there, sweetie!…don’t come in, ok?” And you’re making quick work of tying your silk robe around yourself, though, not much to your surprise, Satoru simply covers himself and watches things unfold.

“Ok..” you cringe at the confusion laced within his cute voice, making your way to the door. “I need to go the bathroom, hurry, mama.”

Your eyebrows bunch together. “You used to go to the bathroom all by yourself, honey, what happened?”

“Papa told me the boogeymen would come get me if i went alone.”

You shoot a deadly clear at Satoru, who happens to be coincidentally ‘sleeping’ at the moment.

But the moment you arrive back, having tucked your son into bed properly this time, he’s awake.

“Baby, I can explain.”

Could he really, though?

Your eyes roll in annoyance, and you get into bed with your robe on, giving him the hint that what had taken place before would not continue.

You face away from him, reveling in the way he’s straight after you, a hand already on your hip.

“So…can we?” he trails off as his hand snakes down, and you feel as if you can see the pout on his face when you push him away.

“No more pussy for you, boogeyman.”

[classyrbf]

boss!nanami who has this cold and off putting demeanor, seeming to intimidate everyone in the office. His voice is always stern and deep and he quite observes the rest of the employees without saying a word. No one has ever dared to disobey his orders or deadlines, feeling the need to impress their boss who sits in his locked office all day, having meetings and filing through tedious paperwork. But what everyone is so unaware of is that office assistant, you, are secretly on your knees every morning, waiting under the bosses desk like you should be. He simply greets by cupping you face, running the pad of his thumb along your cheek while you snuggle into his palm, undoing his belt simultaneously. He’s already hard, an obvious bulge in his pants.

A low grown emits from his throat the moment you take him in your mouth. You’re swirling your wet tongue around his swollen tip, licking up every last drop of pre cum while jerking him off. He leans back his chair, eyes shut as he sighs in bliss. “Good girl, just like that.” He places his hand on the back of your head and pushes you further down, his cock stretching your throat until your gagging on it. “Nnnghh, fuck!” He grunts. A knock on the door startles both you and Nanami and he’s quick to pull you off his cock so you can breathe.

“Sorry, sir, I don’t mean to interrupt. I just have the reports that you wanted. They’re completely filled out and the information from the sister company also did their part.” A woman spoke, her voice shaking. She was clearly nervous.

Nanami stroked your hair as you sucked on his balls, dragging your tongue all the wall from the base to the tip, placing a soft kiss on the head. His hips slightly jerked at the sensation. The hand that was petting your hair now tugging at it as a warning sign.

He cleared his throat, taking the file from the woman. “Thank you. I’ll look into it.” And with that the woman left. Nanami scooted his chair back, looking down at the sloppy mess your were creating. “You tryna get caught?” He glares at you only for you send him a smile in return. “Yeah, I bet you are. Bet it gets you all excited just thinking about it. You wouldn’t care if everyone in this office watched you take me down your throat, hm?”

“No, sir,” you batted your eyelashes at him. You took him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his veiny shaft.

“Of course you wouldn’t,” he scoffed, trained eyes fixated on the way you sucked him off, loving how messy you get. “I’ve got a meeting in five, so be a good girl and make this quick.” He ordered, pushing your head down lower. His entire body shivered when your throat squeezed around him.

He knows you’ll be able to do it, you have every morning for the past three months since you began working here. And when everyone else goes home, he’ll see you again as well. You could say he enjoys coming to work a little more just because of you.

[yourstrulyrani]

Simon Riley who causes your jaw to lock mid giving him head? ( or maybe an individual reaction list thingy for the tf141?)

my jaw dropped when i read this (enough for it to lock up ;).. get it?) ANYWAY this is my first dirty request ever and first 18+ work ever...i know it's gonna suck (no pun intended i promise), so please cut me some slack :')

taskforce141's reactions to reader's jaw locking mid-head session. cw: mdni. 18+ content ahead. mentions of oral.

simon relishes in the feeling your tongue swirling around the soft skin of his tip, coating it with enough slick to get yourself ready to let himself hit the back of your throat again. "wrap your lips around it, baby. put it in deep for me." you go ahead and try close your lips into an "o" shape until you realize you can't. simon realizes and snickers, removing his tip from your mouth. he pulls you up on the bed to sit with him. he inspects your jaw, massaging it with the tips of his fingers as he says, "you did so well for me that i locked up your jaw, love." he doesn't hesitate heading to urgent care. when you arrive and they ask your reason of visit, he speaks up saying "she just yawned too hard, doctor," rubbing your lower back soothingly... or teasingly. or both. definitely both.

gaz has you lying on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the bed, pumping gently and slowly in and out of your mouth. your mind is hazy with pleasure at the way he feels. all of the desire depletes when you realize he's starting to go too faster and harder and your jaw can't shut. you tap his arm two times, one of many gestures the both of you agreed on way back when as you discussed boundaries during intimacy. gaz instantly becomes aware of the tapping and quickly responds by sitting you upright, sitting by your side. your jaw is locked enough for your words to become slurred. he understands and apologizes, "i'm so sorry, love. i didn't realize." after resolving to a quick google search, he applied a warm compress to your jaw. he gives you a bath as aftercare since both of you know for a fact that was enough for tonight, as your jaw slowly starts to relax.

price has himself laid back on the bed, legs apart and his hands clasped behind his head. you're in between his knees as your head bobs up and down, one hand taking care of the rest of his shaft. a proud smirk on his face, "just like that, pretty girl." his gruff voice praises out to your movements. you usually make noises, whether you're gagging just right or trying to moan with your mouth full, but john notices the noise that comes out of your mouth this time and it's not normal: it's of discomfort. his smirk falters and his eyebrows furrow in concern. his hands unclasp and move to take your mouth off him. he wastes no time going to the kitchen to grab painkillers. with his carefulness, you take the medicine. after, he moves his body so he's laying on the bed again and your back is against his chest. he massages your jaw, enough to ease the pain also thanks to the medicine. "don't worry. i'm here for you. let me know if i can help any more, lovely." he presses a kiss to the curve of your jaw, helping you fall asleep.

johnny let you take control of the pace this time. you decide to go all out, deep and fast because you thought he deserved it after a harsh deployment. "so well, sweetheart." his fingers glide along your hair, careful not to damage his gorgeous girl's hairstyle. he's so close and you both know it, but when you feel the ache in your jaw you couldn't help but to get off him. at first he thinks you're lying to tease him but when he knows you're not bluffing, he justs bursts out laughing. "there's no way. this can actually happen?" like gaz, he uses google to search for a remedy. unlike gaz, his search led him to a youtube video of a bbc show called 'bizarre er' of your same dilemma, which was solved by placing popsicle sticks inside the mouth to tire the muscles, forcing them to shut eventually. johnny giggles as he shows you the video, but knowing your man, you trust him in his popsicle stick plan. (it works out in the end).

(yes that video mentioned in soap's part is legit on youtube, look it up LMAO. this request made me remember i watched it ages ago when i was little and i thought soap would be someone to attempt it idk)

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[fayesia]

Greasin' the engine shaft pt.2

pervyold!Joel x younger!reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+ | p in v, | dubcon heavily bordering on noncon | dark!Joel | spanking | groping | humping | reader gets stuck and fucked | petnames (honey, baby, sweetheart) | daddy kink | Joel liked referring to himself as 'old man' | readers has conflicting feelings | readers says 'no' and 'stop' which is ignored | blurry consent | creampie | Joel gives ZERO aftercare | lmk to add anything else :)

Part 1: here

Music blasted through the workshop, your head bent under the hood of a car while you hummed along to the song. Lifting your head, you let out a yawn. This week had been long, and you couldn't wait to get drunk at the bar and rot in bed through the weekend.

Passing the front of the shop in search of a rag, you saw Joel talking to a customer, over their shoulders, your eyes locked. His eyes sharpened, and the corner of his mouth upturned into a smirk, lowering your head you sped past.

To say things had been awkward between the two of you would be the understatement of the century. At least on your side, Joel seemed to be revelling in this situation. Meanwhile, you wanted to die in a hole every time you came to work.

"Everything all right, honey."

The nickname stung harsher after that night.

Every endearment gave you flashbacks, the memory replaying in your mind.

His fingers twisting in you as his palm slapped against your clit.

His big hands tangled in you hair holding you in place while he fucked your face.

You wanted to feel disgusted, even mortified by it, but currently standing in the shops storage room, your highs shifted together to quell the rising pressure. Sifting through the numerous boxes of files and paper towels, you spotted a box of new cloths in the back of the shelf.

Reaching into the middle shelf, your body bent forward, fingers brushing against the edge of the cardboard as you tried to get a grip on it.

Jolting in shock, your movements stilled at the presence of someone behind you.

"God, now you're just teasin' me hun"

"Joel. Quit it."

You tried turning your head but the space of the shelf was too tight.

A shiver ran through your spine as Joels calloused fingertips, ran down the sides of your waist, his cold skin coming in contact with the open space between the hem of your tight singlet and jeans.

"Let me go, Joel, come on, don't be a dick"

"Oh baby, don't act like it's not on purpose, the whole shy act."

He scoffs in annoyance.

"A few days ago, you were falling apart on my fingers. Don't try to deny it. Had you moaning for the whole block to hear."

You wanted to reply with something quick and snarky, but your brain went blank as Joels hands caressed your ass. His fingers feeling you up through the denim, dangerously close to your crotch.

"Please, Joel,"

"What is it, sweetheart?"

His condescending gentle tone contrasted the harsh rubbing of his groin against your ass. You could feel him hardening, and you hated to admit, but for a second, the memory of him in your mouth flashed in your head.

His thick, heavy cock, the veins running down it. The tip was so pretty, dripping with precum, you couldn't forget the taste of him even if you wanted to.

Kicking your feet out, you tried pushing Joel, but the weight of his body against you only got heavier.

He now stood between your legs, his foot kicking at your ankles to push them apart.

One of his hands slid under your shirt, and you felt sick. The guilt in your head fought with the need of your core. The coldness of his fingers as they groped your chest pebbled your nipples.

He groaned as he practically humped your ass while fondling your tits.

At this point the friction of his bulge pushing the denim material of your jeans against your clit left your mouth open, fighting the release of any sounds.

But he'd heard that one whine of yours, and he knew.

You were fucked.

Joels hands tugged your jeans down to your knees, his pupils dilated at the sight of your pink lace thong clinging to your pussy. The material damp enough for him to basically see through it, the cloths material shaped to your pussy.

You tried to wiggle away from his touching, but that only spurred him on.

One of Joel's hands came down to slap your asscheek, the sting followed by his fingers digging through your soft flesh. He wanted to mark you, make you never forget who truly owned your body.

Tears ran down your face by now, mumbling for him to please stop, but Joel could barely hear over the blood rushing from his head to his other head.

Multiple slaps rained down on your behind. The skin was hot and flushed, definitely marked red. Joel slapped hard. Working with his hands for more than forty years gave him more strength than he could control.

It hurt, but not as much as it aroused you.

You hated it.

Hated that even though he hurt you like this, your pussy would still be wet when he checked.

And he did.

When he ripped your underwear down to your jeans, he saw the strands of wetness splitting off the material. The way your pussy shined under the sharp white lights he installed into the storage room just this weekend.

His groan almost sounded like a growl.

"Been waiting for this baby"

"Spent all weekend thinking about this dripping pussy, bet you thought about me too huh"

You had. You had gone home after that night, and in the shower, your mind drifted back to it. Under the shower head, you climaxed.

The water washed away the dirt from the shop and the dirty thoughts from your mind.

"Ngh no..didn't-didnt think of you"

"Oh sweet girl, you wound me, can't even give your old man a second thought"

His verbage reminded you of the truth. The reality that he was far too old to be doing this to you. For goodness sake, he started the shop before you were even conceived and celebrated its 20th anniversary when you were born.

It was wrong.

Disgusting and wrong.

So why were you dripping down your thighs.

Why, when Joel's fingers ran through your folds, were you leaving a mess behind.

Hearing the buckle of his belt and the zip on his jeans, you braced for what was to come.

Or rather for you to come.

His tip rubbed through your folds, it hit your clit and you couldn't help but moan.

Joel kept thrusting through you, prompting more high-pitched noises out of you, whines and moans mixed into one.

His fingers had a bruising grip on your hip, and his head fell back in pleasure.

Leveraging on your hips, he pulled you from the shelf, your feet ungracefully tripped on your jeans around your ankles, without Joel's arms holding you up, you were sure to have fallen.

Sweat dripped down from your forhead from being in such a tight space for so long that your breathing was heavy and eyes widened with desire.

"Ok baby, deep breath for me"

You wanted to shake your head, fuck, you wanted to scream no, but before you even had the chance his dick was inside you.

Just halfway in, before Joel had to tighten his hold around you to stop you from stumbling forward.

A cry left your mouth but no one else was working to hear you.

"It's ok sweetie, relax for me, make it easier for both of us if you just breathe a little."

"Nghn I can't, too big Joel please"

Your hands held onto the edge of a shelf, Joel's grip returning to your hip to drive himself deeper in you, the other one made its way to your clit. His fingers came in contact with the wetness collected around his base and your opening, collecting it to rub your clit.

His fingers had you fumbling for words, only noises able to leave your mouth.

Finally Joel's greying pubic hair was flush with your pussy, he stilled to let you get used to the stretch, and tangled his hand into your hair.

You pulsed around him before slowly moving forward and back, thrusting yourself upon his dick in small motions.

"Yeah, just like that baby, use me, use your daddy, can feel you enjoying it"

In any other situation, with any other person, the nickname would've disgusted you.

But with Joel.

It was different.

Because Joel was daddy.

With his broad shoulders and strong arms. The salt and pepper hair both on his head and downstairs.

His deep southern accent as he spoke.

But most specifically, his age compared to yours.

You could still be in college, and he was just about reaching the age of retiring and settling into a nursing home.

The image of him sat beside a grandma knitting almost made you laugh, except a shift in Joel's hips had you shutting up quickly.

His grip on your hair tightened and forced you to arch your back while his other hand gripped tightly onto the flesh of your ass. He'd sped up now, sharp thrust that reached deep inside you, hard enough that his balls slapped against your clit, the noises of skin against skin filling the room.

God, you hadn't thought about Joel's balls since that night, the way he had them stuffed in your mouth, your spit making a mess everywhere. You could only recall the weight of them holding all that cum which he covered you in a few moments later.

Snapping you back to reality was a hard slap to your ass. Unconsciously, you had been moaning, and each thrust of Joel's hip bought a new noise out of you.

Pulling you upright flush against his chest, Joel's hands mauled at your tits, he loved watching them bounce while he fucked you. Something he thought about often when you were bent over the hood of a car. A sight he'd gotten used to remembering at night with his jeans unzipped while he lay in bed.

His beard scratched into the side of your neck, the mostly grey hair tickling your ear as he whispered dirty words to you.

"That's it, baby, so tight, sure you ain't a virgin, sweetheart?"

"Best fucking pussy I've been in, means a lot from an old man like me"

"Yeahhhh keep clenching around me, she's just tryna suck me in ain't she"

"Fucking come for me baby, come for daddy"

Mewling back your arms wrapped around Joel's neck, his hand bent over your shoulder to snuggle into your neck while he ferociously thrusted upwards into you.

With one hand playing with your nipple, the other rubbed quick circles onto your clit.

"Godd, I'm coming fuck please-please"

With a outcry of daddydaddydadddy your eyes shut tight, flashes of white, and mouth hung open as you orgasmed. Joel licked a path up the side of your neck, his cock stilling deep in you as he felt your pussy clench around him.

"Yeah baby, daddy's gonna fill you up, nice and full of his cum, make me a real daddy huh"

You nodded, in all honestly barely understanding a word he said, your mind was broken, and your limbs like jelly.

So you could only stay limp in Joel's embrace as he pumped his cum in you, waiting for it to end for what felt like too long.

"So perfect sweetie, such a good girl for daddy"

Nodding along a whine left your lips when Joel pulled his soft dick from you, his release dripped down your thighs with some landing on the store rooms floor.

A stain. A tarnish. A reminder of what had happened.

Joel let go of you, your legs were weak, and you stumbled before softly kneeling on the ground, too weak to pull your jeans up. He had already returned to a state of dressed, simply zipping his jeans up and buckling his belt, while your thong and jeans were still tangled around your ankles. Your hair was definitely a mess, and you felt the trail of drool from your mouth down to your chin. He scratched the back of his neck, looking down at you.

"Uhh, I'll get some tissues. Let ya get dressed"

You didn't say anything.

He was a fucking dick. With a dick you loved fucking.

You closed your eyes, hearing his steps fade, pulling up your underwear and pants, before reaching to get that box of rags, tears stained your cheeks as you tried to wipe them. But more came rushing down, blurring your vision.

He could be a literal grandpa, and you've had more than enough trash hookups that ended worse than this.

So why the fuck were you feeling like this about your old pervy boss Joel fucking Miller?

[satoruhour]

AY ! SPANK IT.

a/n: had to physically hold myself back from not doing any lore. i failed (for gojo’s at least). enjoy / tagging my babies @redskyvenus @suguella @satorena @screampied @jabamin @marimogf @osaemu @ryovie

wc: 3.5k

warnings: sp*nking for all (i cheated on gojo’s part but we don’t talk bout that), fem!reader, gojo is older than in the series (late 30s), semi-public oral (m! receiving), deep throating, he’s a little rough, a stranger listens in (gojo), implied multiple rounds, unprotected p -> v sex, (geto), implied multiple rounds, fingering, clit stimulation, pussy slaps, unprotected p -> v sex (nanami), you ask soft dom!toji to be rougher, implied multiple rounds, face slapping, unprotected p -> v sex (toji), n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

your mind’s racing. that’s the only thing you can focus on, and maybe also the fact that gojo looks absolutely dashing in the suit he bought, taking you out for a whole day of shopping just because he can, so you got yourself a dress that goes all the way to the floor while he had another suit to add to the collection. it was so terrible, too, because you’re at utahime’s wedding dinner and all you can think about is getting to your knees to suck him off.

“need somethin’?” gojo whispers with hand clasped over yours, voice softer than usual. he’s grown much into his age, now well into his late 30s and you have to physically hold yourself back every waking hour. his way of living is a tad bit softer and tender when it comes to you.

you swallow, “i might ruin the mood.”

gojo laughs and it’s got your cunt throbbing, “nothing you say could ruin the mood, baby.”

sparing a glance towards utahime and her wife, you feel a little bad that you’re going to do what you’re going to do, but it’s only the fourth course and the band on stage is kinda shit. so you’re standing and pulling on his wrist, excusing yourself from the table of sorcerers that already have an inkling of your imminent activities; you even think you can hear nanami sigh.

“where’re we goin—” gojo’s surprised by your eagerness and the quickness in which you say shut it, navigating the second floor of the hotel and even making the effort to head to the bathroom further from the function room. he grins in recognition.

wordlessly, you’re shoving him into the men’s bathroom because you’re past your senses and you don’t care any more, walking your husband back into a stall. there’s a shocked yelp from the occupied stall beside you but you hardly give a shit, locking the door and crashing your lips against satoru’s.

“so eager,” he whispers against your lips, gasping into your mouth when you squeeze his bulge. you waste no time palming it, kissing down his jaw just for a little tease and making your bluish-black mark on his neck before you’re dropping to your knees and fumbling with his belt. you can’t look up at your husband’s piercing eyes because you know you’d cower in shame at your sex-crazed surge, but you do anyway and you only melt further into the floor.

you’re left wondering why his enemies always don’t freeze in awe when he removes his blindfold, because your cheek feels at home on his pelvis as you continue to massage his erection, a small smile spreading when his hand cradles your cheek.

“go ahead, princess,” he takes over, releasing his cock from the confines of his underwear and you’re scooching closer to him, taking his shaft in your fingers as they slowly stroke him to full hardness. gojo’s good at keeping his moans in, fixated on the baby blue nails that he paid for moving up and down, and he swears he catches a hand that goes in between your legs to rub at your clit.

that is until you’re waste no time messing up your make-up, mouth descending on his cock and gojo lets out a drawn out moan at the warmth of your mouth. it contrasts with the intense coldness of the hotel and resembles your tight cunt so well that he almost cums and you smile at the twitch you feel in your mouth.

“yeesss . . take it down your throat like a slut,” he looks at you, possibly hypnotised by how you start bobbing your head, swirling your tongue on the underside of his cock without rest. you slobber over him, gargling noises and your hand pumps the area you can’t reach and the other only draws messy circles on your clit, filling the bathroom with the obscene noises of your mouth paired with gojo’s whines and whimpers. silently, he beckons you closer and you catch his drift, both hands holding onto his thighs.

taking in a breath, you’re going all the way slowly, gently, and gojo lets you, hands cradling your head and helping you — so much so that he’s hunching over in pure pleasure, bent over and chin touching his chest from how he wanted to keep his eyes on you. your eyes never stop looking up at him, variations of mmhm’s leaving your throat and sending vibrations all throughout his length that he groans at.

“f-fuck— mouth so damn warm,” satoru chokes out, feeling a sense of pride when the corners of your eyes fill up with tears and you gag a little, but you press on because he’s trained you well. he can only focus on the gagging sounds and your nose buried in his pubes, mouth muttering out profanities. “just a little bit— s-shit . . just a lil more, baby.” 

it’s not everyday the strongest sorcerer begs, drunk on feeling his tip hit the back of your throat and the dig of your nails in his thighs. your muffled moans only spur him on, another surge of amusement blooming in his chest when he sees the other person hurriedly leaving the stall next to you. gojo’s fingers bury themselves in your hair and pulls, grinning down at your melting mascara and smudged lipstick. you look like the embodiment of filthiness, tongue lolled out and eyes almost rolling back as you try to catch your breath.

“sa— satoru . .” you whine, mouth chasing his cock and manage to catch his tip, suckling and slurping up his pre-cum, “give it t’me.” that gets him grunting and swatting your hands away as he forcibly takes your chin and his cock, slapping it all over your face and you moan at the sheer girth and size of him. you let it rest against your face and your husband wishes he had his camera out to capture this. maybe next time.

“tongue.” and you’re sticking it out, and he slaps his tip along your tongue, too, clear sounds resonating throughout the restroom. outside, he hears the sink stop and with a thumb, drags your jaw to open more.

“let’s give ’im a show, shall we?”

✶ GETO

you see, you’ve always known your man to be an ass man — from noticing the way his eyes follow your figure in a bodycon dress to the special attention he gives it during cuddling, but you’re never truly prepared (you didn’t think he was more obsessed over your ass than you are) for how much he loves it when he’s always got your face buried into the pillows and your lower half propped up.

you’re on god knows what round, drool seeping into the duvet and your juices soaking the sheets and moans leaving your lips. geto’s got you in full nelson, mating press, you can’t even remember any more when the only thing you can think of is his cock easing into you.

“gone so many rounds and still need some dick in her,” he laughs and you burn from embarrassment, and yet you love it, pushing your ass back into him while his grip on your waist tightens, “don’t blame ’er — i love this fuckin’ pussy too.”

you preen at the praise, turning your head to find geto struggling between looking at your face of pleasure and your ass; he lets his desires win, memorising the cute pants and desperate furrow of your eyebrows before he reluctantly pulls his eyes away. but how could he resist — when your butt is pushed up against his pelvis so nicely, the stretch of your dripping cunt in full view and the jiggle of your ass whenever his body meets yours.

his hands leave your waist and spread your cheeks to see how his fat cock leaves and reenters you, full of your mixed cum from the previous sessions that there’s a ring of white that forms at the base of his length with each thrust. it spills all over and down his balls, down your thighs and it’s so sloppy once he starts moving, the wetness of your pussy only encouraging him further.

“pretty little doll takes my cock so well, hm?” suguru hums, fingers squeezing and releasing the fat of your ass. it only anchors him to be rougher and more precise in his thrusts, tip just kissing your cervix that has got you crying out. your head’s foggy but your grip is strong, clutching the sheets below you until your knuckles turn white. in a moment of sensitivity, your hand flies to grab at his wrist.

“sugu—” you gasp, and you meet his eyes, dark with lust while his hair falls all around him. it’s hot, he’s hot and you watch him lick his lips and smile that dizzying smile of his as he changes the pace however he likes to. one moment he’s grinding into your cunt, and the other, he’s snapping his hips roughly.

“yes, darling?” it’s taunting, just like the way he pushes down on your back to accentuate your arch, tugging your hips onto his front.

“s’good, love it, love it—!” you mewl, eyes squeezing shut from the immense pleasure and overstimulation, “feels t’good—”

there’s no answer except a resounding smack that echoes through the room and you gasp again, a choked whine leaving your mouth. you can feel heat forming on your ass and geto’s sick chuckle only makes you open your eyes again to meet him and he’s soothing the place where he spanked.

“yeah? that feel good, huh?” he coos, picking up the pace and ramming into you with the roughness of someone who’s been denied pussy for days and he spanks you again, again and again, the pain so exhilarating. geto cannot keep his eyes off you, watching, hypnotised, the way your ass moves under his hand, “just love this ass so damn much.”

geto catches your smile just as your lips part to whimper out his name and he only props one of his legs up to get deeper in you, a long groan escaping from him when you clench around him.

another smack, another one of your moans, another plea and he laughs breathlessly, cock twitching in you.

“guess i found my girl’s guilty pleasure.”

✶ NANAMI

nanami loved your pleasure. whether it was through oral or just pure sex, the way he knows that he’s making you feel good is enough for him to cum, the satisfaction of doing his job as a partner and the knowledge that you’re the only one to fall apart by his hands. that’s why he never stops until he feels like you’ve had enough, talking you through your many orgasms until you’re spent.

he chuckles lowly into your ear from behind, legs holding down your own as your body convulses from another climax that he’s brought you to. you’re squeezing so much around his fingers that he has trouble removing them, the other hand calming down your heaving stomach.

“you’re relentless, kento . .” you mumble, head slumping onto his shoulder and back, breath hitting the hair that’s at the back. your lover takes the opportunity to mark your neck, alternating between licking and sucking into the skin there. his hands always are so much larger on your body — when they wrap around your middle at events to guide you around, around your arm where you’re cooking at home together — it always sends you into hysterics.

“but you do like it, don’t you, my love?” his tone is soft, sending the hairs along your body to stand, because no matter how soft, the rasp in which he speaks with never fails to thrill you.

“i do, kento, but ’m so sensitive; not sure if you like it,” you hum, removed from your daydream when you feel his cock slap against your thigh. knowing you’re prepped for him, he doesn’t answer but only sighs into your ear when he slips in, your cum providing enough for him to slowly inch himself in.

“of c—” it’s strained, he says it through his teeth, “’course i like it, baby. i love it, even.” nanami groans when he starts to thrust up into you, drunk on the moans and whimpers you feed him. instinctively, your legs try to close but his hands are quicker, holding you open that you need to hold onto him for some sort of grounding, because it was just too. much.

“k-kento,” your voice wavers when you feel him bottom out, watching his hands wander over your sweat-filled body. he hadn’t even fully undressed from his mission duties, still wearing his watch with his trousers pulled down halfway. your pussy was just too good. “so full—!”

“y-yeah . . it is, darling girl doin’ so good f’r me,” nanami’s sounds only send shivers down your body, hands finally coming to rest along your tits. he plays with them, fingers fondling with your nipples and squeezing mindlessly while his hips give you calculated thrusts into your soaking cunt, “doing so good and taking my cock like a good girl. yeah, aren’t ya?”

you nod into his embrace but you wished he’d give some attention to your neglected clit, something that he’s been set on abusing for the past orgasms — and now he doesn’t give it any sort of attention?

“kento— mmfuck—! w-want you to,” your sentence is cut off by your own cries of swears and your boyfriend’s name until he’s turning your head so he can kiss you. devouring your sounds, he speaks against your lips.

“what is it, sweetheart?”

distracted from the kissing, you never notice the way his hands make a beeline for your core, and the first rub of you clit has got you clamping down hard around his length and he grunts.

“was it that?” and you nod again like a dumb slut, hips bucking up into his hold and you can feel his own falter, loving how warm your gummy walls were. it was disgusting; with each move of his pelvis, your juices only spurt everywhere and anywhere, dripping down right onto the sheets.

“m-more . .” you mumble, back arching and body shivering from the intensity of everything, while nanami looks between your eyes and mouth like he’s ingraining the pretty painting of ecstasy of your face into his mind. he makes sure to keep his hazel eyes locked on you, and, rewarded well when his hand comes down upon your clit in a messy slap.

“kento!” your head lols back, muscles pulled taut while your lover only smiles, and he does it again whilst his cock is endlessly pumping into you.

the slaps continue and they’re wet, lewdly wet and it makes you even more flustered and embarrassed that you’re hiding your face into his neck. each slap is like a hit to your head, making you dizzy and giddy and you want nothing more than to cream all over his cock.

they’re harsher — a strength nanami never liked to execute on you but seeing your body convulse like this, seeing your eyes blown wide and jaw slack only makes his spanks against your pussy rougher until you’ve gone silent.

“g’nna cum like this? filthy girl . . simply from my spanks?” he laughs into your hair, knowing to angle his hips just right and that’s got you speaking his name like a mantra, “i’ll definitely need to see my darling girl so ruined again.”

✶ TOJI

“you want me to be . . what?” 

contrary to popular belief, toji has always (mostly) been gentle with you in bed. having come from a rough past, he’s only ever treated you like glass, entirely different from the way he was treated as a child. he’s done that to his ex-wife, as well, and now to you, thinking that if he’d ever do anything wrong, you’d leave him.

“i want you to be rougher . . toji,” it’s not something that warrants the use of his first name when a pet name is more than enough, but you both know this stems from something he’s afraid of and you’re only showing your concern through using his given name. “i can take it.”

toji coos at your big girl words, something he adores even before you’ve gotten in a relationship with him and he brings you closer with a toned arm around your waist, “are ya sure?”

and like always he’s making sure you’re okay with everything that he’s done so far, checking up on you, taking breaks in between, so you work your magic. with one hand on his forearm and one more on his face, you’re asking for more, more, more, even as he’s buried deep in you, pussy still struggling to take him because he’s just so big.

“want more, do ya?” he grunts, both hands holding you by the ankle while he thrusts into you with the force of an animal, of many pleas of you wanting more has landed you in this position — cum spilling out of you, sheets filled with your sweat and your clit feeling sore as hell — and you love every second of it. you nod pathetically, eyes welling up with tears from just how good his dick game was and when he laughs, you swear you feel your pussy flutter.

“c’mon, s-shiiit . . watch me fuck this pussy,” he manages to get out, a mix between a groan and grunt that speech is a little distorted, but you prop yourself up anyway, yelping when his hands caress down your legs to your knees and pushes. you end up with your knees to your chest and a front seat view of his cock moving in and out of you, a clear sheen of slick along his shaft from your combined juices.

without warning, he’s spitting onto your clit, a long string of saliva that hangs from his mouth until it finally reaches your core and you moan from obscene action. your hips only wiggle closer to him, chasing that same thrill. “again.”

he lets out a laugh in disbelief, “again? dirty little slut.” and he wraps his fingers around your chin even as you continue to pant and mewl, further emphasising his overpowering strength over yours and drawing your eyes from the hypnotising sight in front of you to meet his dark green ones that are filled with desire.

your mind is overwhelmed with everything, from the fullness of his throbbing cock in you to the feeling of your knees digging into your clavicle. he doesn’t even need to open your mouth for you before he’s gathering another ball of saliva and spitting it into your mouth. 

“swallow,” and you do so obediently, chest heaving in anticipation while your neediness only prompts a sly grin out of toji. all the while, his hips are still moving, sending you into oblivion with you mumbling that you want even more and toji’s set out to give you something that he remembers you mentioning on a random day to your girlfriends on call.

with the same hand around your chin, he’s giving your cheek a light slap, heat already blooming from the fat of your cheek from the roughness of his hands. and he halts — he’s afraid you’ll think he hates you but all you do is clench tighter around him while a cockdrunk smile spreads across your face.

“like it— love that, toij . .” you giggle, seemingly confused about why his thrusts stop but he wastes no time resuming his pace when he sees your eyes begging for release, groaning out at the freeness he feels upon listening to you. he loves watching your pussy take him, cum gushing everywhere, but with his new discovery, he’s too fixated one seeing that look on your face again.

so he interrupts your never-ending moans with another slap and that only garners another tightening of your cunt, biting your lip with a small grin.

“like it when i’m rough with ya, huh?” toji laughs, holding your chin and slapping, playing with your lips and slapping and each time you give him what he wants — a broken moan or a call out for him, spurring his hips on until all that’s left of the room is the smell of sex and the lewd slapping of skin. “never knew my angel girl was such a cock slut . . i like her like this too, fuck!”

“always been like this,” you giggle, pulling him in just to tease him as your lips leave hot breaths on his, “just needed the right man to get it out of me, right?”

“that’s right, baby,” toji returns your cheeky smile, before a hand lands another slap on your face and you’re sent over the edge, body trembling under him and pussy spilling all over him. you’re clenching so hard that he can’t move, but like always, your lover never forgets to talk you through it. 

“thaat’s it, cream all over my cock, doll,” and he grabs your face lightly again, soothing the area on your cheeks with a small grin.

“at least i know what she likes now . . and i’ll be sure to deliver.”

[smutmind]

Extra Toppings

Hanni & Danielle X male reader

The door clicks open on a giggle.

Two women—bare legs, crop tops, sweat clinging like heat. Danielle leans against the frame, tall and cool. Hanni presses in behind her, shorter, smirking, her chin tucked just below Danielle’s shoulder.

“You’re late,” Danielle says, sweet and sharp.

You shift the box in your hands. “Traffic.”

Hanni cocks her head, brown waves spilling to one side. Her grin’s pure mischief. “We can’t pay,” she says.

You raise a brow. “Then I can’t give you the pizza.”

She steps back into the apartment—slow, deliberate. “Maybe,” she says, “there’s another way.”

You step in.

The door shuts with a soft click.

“You two know what you’re playing at?” you ask, voice low.

Danielle arches a brow. “We’re not girls,” she says, smile deepening. “We’re very, very grown.”

The box hits the counter. You take Hanni’s wrist gently, firmly—guiding her backward until the couch nudges the backs of her knees. She sinks down, looking up at you, breath catching.

“You start,” you say, nodding toward Danielle.

The taller woman drops to her knees with a grin. “He’s big.”

“No shit,” Hanni whispers, eyes wide as Danielle’s lips wrap slow and wet around the tip.

You don’t move. Just let them work—tongues switching, hands greedy. When it’s Hanni’s turn, she gags once, then takes you deeper. Your jaw tightens.

“Still think pizza’s free?” you ask, rough now.

Hanni wipes her mouth, still kneeling. “Worth every bite.”

You wrap her hair around your fist. “We’re not done.”

She shifts on her knees, licking her lips, gaze flicking from you to Danielle—then back. “Tell me what you want,” she says, voice a soft taunt.

“Open,” you say.

Danielle’s already on the move. Taller, more deliberate—she curls one arm around Hanni’s waist, steadying her. You guide yourself between their lips. The first pass is just warmth—soft mouths brushing the tip like they’re passing candy back and forth.

Danielle takes you deep. Her throat flexes. Hanni watches with parted lips, hands tight on Danielle’s thighs.

“Slower,” you murmur. “Let her taste it.”

Danielle eases back. Hanni leans in, tongue flat as she licks along the base, then kisses her way up the shaft until Danielle’s mouth meets hers again.

Their lips brush—slick from you.

“Jesus,” you mutter, fingers curling against Hanni’s scalp. “You two practiced this?”

“Once or twice,” Danielle says, breathless, before sinking down again.

This time, Hanni follows—both mouths working in tandem, heat and rhythm and just enough mess. Danielle takes the head while Hanni sucks the underside, her small tongue tracing that sensitive line. Their moans vibrate through you.

“Hold it right there,” you groan.

They freeze. Hanni’s lips sealed around your base. Danielle’s halfway down the shaft, her fingers wrapped at the root, her throat pulsing tight. You watch them breathe through their noses, eyes locked on yours.

Then you pull back—slow, wet, aching.

“Fuck,” you hiss. “Couch. Now.”

Danielle wipes her mouth and grins. “He’s shaking.”

Hanni licks her lips. “Good.”

You’re barely seated when Hanni straddles your lap, slick thighs clamping around your hips. She’s still catching her breath, one hand braced on your chest. The other wraps around your cock, guiding you into her in one slow, deliberate sink.

Her head tips back. “Fucking hell.”

Danielle kneels behind her, arms wrapping around your shoulders. Her mouth is at your neck, then lower—tongue tracing your collarbone, lips brushing your chest.

“You like this?” she whispers, pinching your nipple until your hips buck.

Hanni moans at the jolt. You grip her ass, guiding the rhythm.

Danielle moves around, straddling your thigh. She leans in, pressing her breast to your mouth. “Suck.”

You do. Tongue flicking, lips closing around the nipple until she gasps. Hanni’s riding now—small, quick thrusts. Her breath’s all broken vowels.

When she starts to tremble, Danielle takes her arm. “Switch.”

Hanni nods, climbing off with a wet sound.

Danielle slides in like she owns it. Taller, tighter. She rolls her hips, slow and grinding. Her hands cup your face, mouth crushing yours.

Behind her, Hanni’s fingers trace your chest again. She leans over Danielle’s shoulder, letting her breasts brush your lips.

“Taste me,” she says.

You flick your tongue across her nipple, sucking her deeper as Danielle clenches around you.

“Fuck, that’s good,” she pants, bouncing harder now.

Your hands are everywhere—hips, waist, hair. The wet slap of skin fills the room.

Hanni cups your chin. “Can you come like this?”

“Try me.”

They laugh—wicked, breathless. And keep riding.

Danielle’s riding hard now—hips slamming down with a wet rhythm that punches gasps from both of you. Her hands dig into your shoulders, and her hair falls in your face as she leans close, panting.

“I’m—” she starts, but her voice breaks.

Hanni’s behind her, one hand between Danielle’s thighs, fingers slick. “She’s close,” she murmurs, grinning as she strokes. “Feel her clench?”

You nod, jaw tight. “She’s milking me.”

Danielle cries out. Loud, guttural. Her spine arches, legs shaking as she grinds through it.

“Oh my god—fuck—” Her whole body locks, pulsing around you in fast, tight waves. You hold her there, buried deep, letting her ride it down in trembles.

She slips off with a moan. “Hanni,” she says, breathless, “you’ll melt.”

“I already am.”

Hanni climbs back on, smaller frame quivering as she sinks onto you. She’s soaked—her thighs shine where Danielle left her. She rocks once, twice, and then her eyes flutter shut.

Danielle kneels beside you, mouth at your nipple again, teasing. “Fill her up,” she whispers. “She wants it.”

You grip Hanni’s hips. She rides with tight, desperate rolls. Every stroke draws a gasp. She leans in, forehead to yours.

“Please,” she breathes. “Please—right there—”

Her cry is sharper, shorter. Her body snaps against yours, then seizes—shivering around your cock as her orgasm breaks over both of you.

She clutches your shoulders, riding the last waves until she collapses forward, chest to chest.

You’re right on the edge.

Danielle straddles your thigh again, hand wrapping around you, guiding your length back between Hanni’s legs.

“Come for her,” she murmurs. “Give her every drop.”

You thrust once. Twice. Her pussy grips you like a vice.

You explode—deep, hot, groaning into her shoulder as you fill her, hips jerking until it’s too much.

Hanni gasps at the warmth flooding inside her. Danielle strokes your chest, kisses your neck.

“Delivery complete,” she whispers.

[thirteenheavens]

maybe virtual sex with scoups (ending with him knocking on your door because virtual doesn't satisfy him)

Fuck it|| Choi Seungcheol x Reader

Notes: damn this has gotta be one of my favs

Seungcheol grins at you through the screen, his eyes dark with desire as he looks at you. "Miss me?" he asks, his voice low and husky. You nod, biting your lip as you adjust the camera to show more of your body. "I always do," you admit, your hand trailing down your stomach.

"Show me how much you missed me," he commands, his hand already working on unbuttoning his shirt. "Touch yourself for me." You slide your hand between your legs, feeling how wet you already are just from seeing him. Your fingers circle your clit slowly, the sensation amplified by knowing he's watching.

"That's it," Seungcheol groans, his shirt now off and his hand rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. "Look at how needy you are for me." Seungcheol unzips his pants, freeing his cock from its confines. "I want to see you take two fingers," he says, wrapping his hand around his shaft and stroking slowly. You slide two fingers inside yourself, moaning at the feeling of being filled even though it's not him. "Cheol," you gasp, your hips bucking up as you thrust them in and out.

"Good girl," he praises, his eyes locked on your movements. "Imagine it's me inside you instead. Imagine how deep I'd reach." You close your eyes, picturing Seungcheol's body above yours, his cock filling you up perfectly. Your fingers move faster, curling to hit that spot that makes you see stars.

Seungcheol groans in frustration, his hand moving faster on his cock as he watches you pleasure yourself. "I wish I could be there right now," he says, his voice strained. "I want to feel you squeezing around me." You whimper at his words, your fingers working harder as you picture him pounding into you relentlessly. "Cheol, I need you," you moan, your other hand coming up to tweak your nipple.

"Soon," he promises, his breathing becoming ragged. "But for now, let me see you come. I want to watch you fall apart for me." You can feel your orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Your back arches off the bed as you push yourself closer to the edge, your fingers moving desperately.

Seungcheol's hand moves in quick, rough strokes as he watches you nearing your peak. "That's it," he grunts, his abs flexing as he tries to hold back his own release. "Come for me, baby. Let me see how beautiful you look when you fall apart." The sound of his deep voice and the sight of him pleasuring himself sends you over the edge. You cry out his name as you come, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

"Fuck, that's it," Seungcheol groans, his own release following seconds later. "You're so gorgeous when you come. I can't wait to be back with you." Seungcheol wipes his hand on a tissue and zips up his pants, his eyes still burning with desire. "Fuck it," he repeats, standing up from his chair. "I'm coming over. Screw the studio." You watch in shock as he grabs his jacket and keys, his mind clearly made up. "Cheol, what about the others?" you ask, trying to process the sudden change of plans.

He stops at the door, turning back to look at you with a smirk. "They can wait. I need you more than I need a recording session right now." The screen goes black, and you're left staring at your reflection. Your heart races as you process what just happened - Seungcheol is actually coming over, despite the fact that he was supposed to be in the studio.

You scramble to tidy up, your body still tingling from your earlier orgasm. The anticipation builds as you wait for him to arrive, wondering what he'll do once he gets here. You hear the sound of a car pulling up outside and footsteps rushing towards your door. Your heart skips a beat as you hear Seungcheol's voice calling your name.

"Y-N, I'm here!" he calls out, pounding on the door. "Open up!" You stand frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do. But the desire to feel his touch again wins out, and you quickly run to the door, completely naked.

You throw open the door, and Seungcheol's eyes widen as he takes in your naked form. "Fuck," he breathes out, pushing you back inside and kicking the door shut behind him. He pins you against the wall, his hands roaming over your bare skin as he captures your lips in a hungry kiss. "You're trying to kill me," he mutters against your mouth, his body pressed flush against yours.

Seungcheol breaks the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head and shove his pants down. He lifts you up in his arms, carrying you towards the bedroom while continuing to kiss you passionately. Your legs wrap around his waist as he walks, your fingers tangling in his hair. The feel of his naked skin against yours is electric, making you moan into the kiss.

"I need you so bad," he growls, tossing you onto the bed and crawling on top of you. "You have no idea how long I've been thinking about this." Seungcheol runs his fingers through your folds, feeling the evidence of your earlier orgasm. "You're still so wet," he groans, bringing his fingers to his mouth and tasting you. "God, you taste so good." He kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he lines himself up with your entrance. "Ready for me?" he asks, his voice rough with need.

You nod desperately, spreading your legs wider for him. "Yes, please," you beg, arching up against him. "I need you inside me." Seungcheol doesn't waste any more time, thrusting into you in one smooth motion. He fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way possible.

"So tight," he grunts, starting to move at a relentless pace. "You feel so perfect around me." The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your combined moans as he pounds into you, chasing his release once again.

Seungcheol's growl is primal and possessive as he thrusts harder, his hands gripping your hips tightly enough to leave bruises. "Mine," he grunts, his eyes dark with possession. "You're mine." You can feel your body responding to his dominance, your walls clenching around him as he hits your sweet spot with each thrust. The sound of his claim echoes in your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

"Yes," you gasp out, digging your nails into his back. "Yours. Always yours." The old bed frame creaks and groans with the force of Seungcheol's thrusts, protesting against the rough treatment. But he doesn't slow down, instead picking up the pace as he feels you getting closer to your second orgasm.

"I'm not gonna last much longer," he warns through gritted teeth, his hips snapping against yours faster and harder. "Come with me, baby. One more time." The tension in your body builds to its peak as Seungcheol continues his relentless assault. His cock hits your g-spot over and over again, and you can feel your second orgasm barreling towards you like a freight train.

“Cheol, I'm -" you start to say, but the words get lost in a loud moan as your body explodes with pleasure. Your back arches off the bed and your legs tremble uncontrollably as you come harder than you ever have before.

Seungcheol follows right behind you, his own release triggered by the way you're squeezing him so tightly. He buries his face in your neck, groaning out your name as he fills you with his cum. You both lie there panting, your bodies still intertwined as you come down from your highs. Seungcheol rolls onto his side, pulling you with him so that you're spooning.

"That was..." he trails off, still trying to catch his breath. "That was incredible." You nod in agreement, snuggling closer to him and relishing the feeling of his arms around you. "You're incredible," you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his chest.

He kisses the top of your head and pulls the blanket over you both, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. "I meant what I said," he murmurs. "You're mine, and I'm not letting you go."

[st6rrrs]

s2 rafe lets Bunny! Reader give him a blow job for the first time!

BUNNY! READER MOOD BOARD

P link

"Come on, baby. You know I need you. Please?" rafe pleads, coked out as usual but you didn't mind it!

you looked up at him with a mixture of confusion and concern

"Rafey… I don't know how" your voice barely above a whisper "I've never… done that before. I don't know how to… suck your dick." you say as your face flushed with embarrassment, and you looked away.

rafes eye were glossy, his pupils dilated, and his speech slurred.

"Come on baby don't be like that. I need you to… to do this for me. Just put your mouth on it yeah? It'll be good I promise. You'll like it"

He was already stripping...he pulled down his pants and underwear. His erection sprang free, and he grabbed it, his hand moving up and down in a quick motion.

"You trust me don’t you? get on your knees."

you nodded quickly sinking to your knees...you didnt want to make rafey mad or dissapointed.

the floor felt cold and hard beneath you. you hear him whisper a soft 'good girl' as you stare at it.

When you looked up, you saw... it. It was pink and long, and it had veins. "Rafe... this isn't going to fit" you said frowning a little.

Rafe exhales sharply jaw tightening

“Baby just try it for me yeah?”

You looked up at Rafe, your eyes locked on him

you stuck out your tongue and touched... it. Rafe made a noise and his eyes closed. you started to lick it and it felt... weird. But you wanted to make Rafe happy so you kept going. it was big. It felt like it was going to split your lips.

everytime you guys had sex, you didn't see it this close..only felt it..you knew it was big but not THIS BIG.

His taste was salty but also sweet. you were surprised by how much you liked it.

you moved your head up and down and you felt his cock throbbing and pulsing in your mouth.

"Shit… that’s your first time? You sure about that?" he gripped your hair pushing you deeper.

You gagged, your saliva was dripping down his shaft lubricating him and making it easier for you to move your head up and down.

the back of your throat burned but you didn't want to stop..You swirled your tongue around his cock, you want him to cum...you were eager to taste it for the first time.

"fuckkk keep doing that." he groaned his hand still gripping your hair but just resting there.

You looked up at him and your eyes locking onto his. He was already watching you his eyes intense and passionate

your eyes were full of innocence, curiosity and vulnerability, it made rafe want to cum just looking at them.

"Shit… don’t...don’t look at me like that."

You felt his cock start to twitch

As you sucked you searched for the sensitive spot that would make him come. You were trying to learn his body.

You sucked harder, you were lost in the sensation of his cock in your mouth..then you heard him groan above you.

you felt his cum shooting out of his cock and into your mouth. it was warm and sticky and it tasted sweet and slightly bitter.

You didn't know if you should swallow it so you let it drip out your mouth, down your chin.

you pulled back gasping for air and you looked up at Rafe and saw the satisfaction in his eyes. 

He seemed to be savoring the sight of you and his eyes locked onto the sticky liquid as it trickled down your skin.

"Fuck baby" Rafe whispered his voice low and husky. "You're so damn beautiful like that."

He reached out a hand and his fingers gently tracing the path of his cum as it dripped down your chin.

your underwear was already damp from the excitement of sucking Rafe's cock but it grew wetter and more uncomfortable.

You could feel the fabric clinging to your skin.

"It's... salty" your mouth still full of cum

[chrissssssmut]

i can not die until choerry gets a part 2 💔 will sister lip find out? will he get more daring, switching their roles in a locking mating press, filling her until she’s knocked up and bred ?

Impregnation as the major tag would be a blessing💝 womb use

the first one was so gooodddd i still thank you for it 💖💖

OFF LIMITS (PART 2)

Choerry feat. Jinsoul x Male Reader

AN: Here's the part 2! Enjoy!

LINK TO THE FIRST PART:

HERE

You didn’t expect to see her again—at least not so soon. Weeks had passed since Choerry last came over to visit your sister, but the way she smiled at you when you opened the door today made it feel like no time had passed at all.

"Heyyy~" she beamed, stepping inside with a little bounce in her step. Her voice still had that sugary edge, all innocence and playfulness, but there was something in her eyes that lingered too long when they met yours.

"She’s upstairs," you said, stepping aside.

"Cool. Mind if I chill a bit first?" she asked, toeing off her sneakers with a stretch that made her crop top ride up just enough to tease. You swallowed hard and nodded.

But before anything could start, your sister's voice echoed down the stairs.

"Emergency at work. I have to go! Choerry, you can hang out if you want!"

And just like that, you were alone with her again.

At first, she acted like nothing had changed. You both sat in the living room, the TV humming in the background, her bare thigh brushing against yours again and again—but this time it wasn’t just accidental. It was deliberate. Familiar.

Her eyes slid over to you lazily, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"You’ve been avoiding me," she said softly, tilting her head.

You tensed. "I haven’t."

"Liar." She leaned in closer, voice lowering to a purr. "You haven’t even texted me since I left soaked in your sheets."

You swallowed. "It was just... complicated."

"Was it?" She laughed under her breath, fingers already crawling across your thigh. "Didn’t feel complicated when you were moaning my name with your cock inside me."

You flinched, blood rushing south fast. She saw it—of course she did.

"Mm, there it is," she whispered, palm cupping you through your pants. "You missed me."

"Choerry—"

"I’ve been thinking about it nonstop," she breathed, inching closer until her lips nearly brushed your ear. "The way you begged. The way you came. Do you know how hard it was not to call you every night and tell you to come over?"

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

She smiled wider. "Good thing your sister’s gone. I don’t want to talk this time. I want you underneath me again."

She kissed your jaw—slow, sweet, and full of promise.

"And this time, I’m not leaving alone."

Before you could speak, she slipped her phone out and sent a quick message.

"Who are you texting?" you asked, voice already cracking under her touch.

"My friend. She’s gonna join us. You’ll love her." A pause, then a wicked smile. "You ever been double-teamed before?"

You blinked, dazed. "What?"

She stood up, grabbed your wrists, and straddled your lap like it was rehearsed. "Don’t worry, baby. We’ll make it so good you forget how to stand."

It wasn’t long before Jinsoul arrived—tall, blonde, sharp-eyed and smirking the second she saw you, already shirtless and breathless under Choerry.

"Ooh," she said, closing the door behind her, "I see someone’s already been warmed up."

"Perfect timing," Choerry purred, shifting off your lap and tugging your pants down with a little giggle. "He’s so sensitive. Touch-starved, I think."

Jinsoul cocked her head, watching you squirm as she walked closer. "You didn’t even resist?"

"Didn’t really get the chance," you mumbled, embarrassed and fully hard.

"Good boy," Jinsoul cooed, kneeling between your legs and dragging her tongue slowly up your shaft. "You're gonna be so much fun to break."

Choerry wrapped your wrists in a soft scarf and tied them above your head, giggling sweetly as you tried to move.

"Uh-uh," she whispered. "You're staying right here. You don’t get to decide anything tonight."

Jinsoul was ruthless.

She took you into her mouth with practiced ease, sucking you deep with her lips sealed tight around your cock. Her hands roamed your thighs and stomach, nails dragging gently to make you squirm. Meanwhile, Choerry sat on your chest, straddling your face, leaning down to kiss you with syrupy sweetness.

"Think he’s gonna last long?" Choerry asked, giggling between kisses.

"Not a chance," Jinsoul said, pulling off with a pop. "He's already leaking. You’re that desperate, huh?"

You gasped. "Y-You’re both insane…"

"Insane for your cock, maybe," Choerry giggled, grinding against your chest. "You like being used, don’t you?"

They took turns stroking you, teasing the head with their tongues, whispering filth in your ears.

"You gonna cum already?" Jinsoul taunted. "Pathetic. We’ve barely started."

"You wanna cum in our mouths?" Choerry added, pouting. "Too bad. You don’t get to choose where it goes."

They kissed each other, deep and filthy, then turned their full attention back to you. Jinsoul mounted your lap, slowly lowering herself onto your cock, and Choerry leaned down to whisper:

"She’s gonna ride you until you’re twitching. Then it’s my turn."

Jinsoul was relentless.

She rolled her hips slow at first, then faster, slapping against your thighs as she leaned back and stared into your eyes.

"That feel good?" she purred. "You like when I fuck you like a toy?"

You couldn’t respond. You were sweating, bound, and lost in the sensation of her wet heat milking every inch of you.

Choerry giggled, licking the sweat from your neck.

"Poor baby. You look so full already."

"I’m gonna—"

"Nope," Jinsoul cut you off, stopping mid-thrust. "You’re gonna hold it. Or I’ll make you regret it."

"That's right," Choerry cooed. "Be good, and you might cum inside me instead."

By the time Jinsoul slid off you, your legs were shaking. Your cock twitched, throbbing with need, but Choerry wasn’t merciful either.

She mounted you slowly, biting her lip as she sank down.

"Fuck…" she whimpered. "You feel even better than I imagined."

She started slow, but with every roll of her hips, she tightened her grip on your shoulders, moaning louder.

"You're not pulling out," she whispered suddenly. "You're gonna finish inside. Got it?"

You panicked. "Wait—Choerry, I-I can't—"

She locked her ankles around your waist and slammed down harder. "Too bad. You belong to me now."

"Breed him, baby," Jinsoul laughed from the side, rubbing her clit as she watched. "Make him yours."

Choerry leaned down, panting into your ear. "Give me everything. Right now. Fill me up—fuck—just let go—"

And you did.

You came harder than you ever had, hips jerking, cock pulsing as you emptied inside her. She gasped, tightening around you, her own climax washing over her as she clung to you.

Minutes passed in silence, just the sound of your panting, their satisfied moans, and the sticky mess between your thighs.

Choerry finally untied your wrists, kissing them gently. "Good boy. I’m not on the pill by the way."

"You did well," Jinsoul added, giving your cheek a playful slap. "But don’t think we’re done."

You blinked, dazed. "W-What?"

Choerry smiled, dark and glowing. "We're gonna drain you again. And again."

"You’re ours tonight," Jinsoul whispered, climbing back on the bed. "Don’t worry. We’ll take care of everything."

And they did.

Your wrists were raw from how hard they’d gripped you earlier, but now your body was going numb for a different reason.

"Still hard," Jinsoul whispered, her fingers wrapped around the slick base of your cock. She tapped the head against your thigh, making you twitch. "You really love fucking us, huh?"

"I’m not—fuck—"

"Not what?" Choerry interrupted from above, her hips grinding down on your face again. "Not a pervert? Not addicted to this pussy? Then why are you moaning every time I sit on your mouth, baby? Acting like I didn’t fuck you nonstop weeks ago.."

You could barely breathe. Your tongue was buried in her, her thighs pressed tight around your head, and your cock was sandwiched between Jinsoul’s breasts as she smirked down at you.

"He's gonna break soon," she said, squeezing her chest around you and licking the tip with a slow swirl of her tongue. "One more round."

"I want him inside again," Choerry whimpered, lifting herself off your face and turning around to straddle your hips. Her folds glistened in the low light, already dripping from the earlier creampie. She lined you up with a teasing grind.

"You didn’t pull out last time," she whispered, voice sticky sweet. "So don’t even think about pulling out now."

She sank down on you again, moaning as you filled her up, her hands pressed to your chest as she began to roll her hips slow and deep.

"Oh my god..." you gasped, eyes rolling back.

"You like fucking the same girl raw twice in one night?" Jinsoul purred from beside you, licking along your jawline. "You fucking animal."

"He’s close again," Choerry grinned, bouncing harder, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. "He always gets twitchy when he’s close."

"Cum in me," she whispered, riding faster. "Give me all of it. Breed me again. Show me how much you missed this. Make me the mother of your children!"

Your hands gripped her hips desperately as you surged up into her, helpless, overstimulated, and so damn close.

"Fuck—Choerry—I’m gonna—"

"Inside," she growled, slamming down and locking her thighs around you. "Do it."

You exploded, warmth flooding her again, your entire body tensing as she gasped and came with you—her pussy clenching around your cock in fluttering spasms.

But Jinsoul wasn’t finished.

"Up," she ordered Choerry. "My turn to milk this cock dry."

You were seeing stars, but Jinsoul didn’t care.

She mounted you like she owned you, her pace rough, her rhythm unrelenting. She dragged your head back by your hair, licking your throat as she rode you mercilessly.

"You’re not gonna last," she said, smiling down at you. "Not when I squeeze you like this."

You couldn’t breathe—you could only gasp, your body overstimulated and twitching under her. Choerry curled against your side, kissing your shoulder, cooing sweet nothings in your ear.

"You’re so fucked out, baby," she giggled. "You love it. You love us ruining you."

"I c-can’t—"

"You can," Jinsoul snapped, slamming down harder. "And you will."

Choerry whispered filth into your ear.

"You’re gonna give her everything, aren’t you? Make her stomach bulge just like you did mine?"

Jinsoul grabbed your face with both hands. "Look at me while you cum."

And you did—spasming, choking out her name, seed spilling into her heat as she moaned through her orgasm.

But then—

The front door opened.

Footsteps.

Keys dropped. A bag hit the floor.

"Hey, I forgot my—"

The voice cut off.

Jinsoul froze mid-thrust.

Choerry’s eyes widened, still panting.

You turned your head and—

Your sister stood in the doorway.

Her eyes were wide. Her mouth hung open in disbelief.

You were naked, sweat-slicked, half-limp but still inside Jinsoul, Choerry covered in cum beside you, the scent of sex choking the air.

"...What the fuck?" she whispered.

Jinsoul blinked. Then slowly, very deliberately, rolled her hips once more and whispered to you, smirking:

"Looks like your little secret’s out."

Choerry giggled softly, brushing hair from her face. "Hi~"

Your sister backed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

You just lay there, utterly spent, mortified—and still deep inside Jinsoul, who wasn’t moving off just yet.

"Well," she murmured, licking her lips, "if we’re already caught... might as well go another round."