#a little stain of precum soaking through the lace

[kaeyx]

Thinking about Chuuya being hard in pink, lacey panties. If you even care

[mayadarlings]

I came, I saw, I liked.

—★! NSFW, MDNI, AFAB! Reader is in too deep.

part 1 here!!

Just one stream was enough to captivate you, leaving your panties soaked and craving for more. The man on the screen was unlike anyone you had ever seen before, and the promise of seeing more was constantly flashing and tempting you.

Without a second thought, you stumble out of bed and rush to your purse, desperate to grab your credit card before the man's performance ends. Your hands frantically search through the velvet lining of your purse until you finally grasp onto the plastic key that will unlock GD's show for you.

You rush back to your laptop, snatching it up and quickly typing in your credit card information with a sense of desperation that surprises you. It's crazy how one man can make you act like such a hornball. But he's not like other men; there's something about him that draws you in, and it's not just his impressive size. It was the way he spoke so few words that left you dripping wet like a leaky faucet. By the time your payment goes through and the paywall disappears, the live stream is over and he's already gone. You can't believe you missed it.

Although you were disappointed, his profile was now open for your viewing pleasure. There were only a few videos available, and the dates between them were inconsistent. Some had been posted months apart, while others had nearly a year in between. He didn't upload content frequently, which left his fans eager for more and made his live streams a special treat for those who managed to catch them before he disappeared again.

You crave to hear his voice a little more, so you click on one of his latest videos. Once again, GD's face is not shown, only the lower half of his body and a long-sleeved shirt. He leans forward with a closed hand, examining a pair of delicate red panties. You can tell by the way he holds them up that he is inspecting them closely. A dark chuckle escapes him as he shakes his head in disbelief. "When I said I didn't mind receiving gifts, this was not what I had in mind, love." His words are directed towards whoever sent him their lingerie. He speaks politely, his gravelly accent resonating in the dimly lit room where he sits.

"You didn't have to, but I do appreciate it," he says with a teasing tone as he lays the fabric across his lap. His fingers playfully trail along the material, revealing a hint of desire in his actions. "Were you thinking about me when you wore these? That's not very good, getting such a beautiful pair all wet." He chuckles at the idea, and soon there is a visible bulge in his pants. GD showed no hesitation, he pulls out his thick shaft from his sweatpants, the glistening drop of precum on the tip a clear indication of how turned on he is.

In a matter of seconds, he wrapped the garments around his member, the beads of precum coating them in his sticky fluids. The lace was now stained with a darker shade of red from his essence. GD's moans and groans escaped freely from his lips, not caring who heard and knowing it only added to the enjoyment for his audience. "You naughty little thing, sending me these. Is it a turn on for you to see my cum all over them?" His words were pure filth, nothing compared to what you experienced on his livestream.

Ring, Ring, Ring.

Your phone alarm startles you, and you see that it's already 10:30 PM. You know you should be asleep by now; tomorrow morning will be a nightmare if you don't get enough rest. You quickly turn off your alarm and shut down your laptop, getting ready for bed even though you feel the dampness between your legs.

Days had passed since everything happened, but the memory of GD still left you reeling. It was difficult to concentrate at work, as your mind would often drift to those videos. They seemed to constantly invade your thoughts, playing over and over again. You could almost hear his voice, whispering vulgar words that would make even a nun blush.

By the sixth day, you couldn't contain it any longer. After a long day of work, you quickly took off your pants, desperate for some sort of release from the mental torment that man had caused. Lying in bed with your laptop by your side, you clicked on a random video - anything would do, as long as he was in it.

The video was dimly lit and he wasn't in his usual spot. Instead, the camera angle was from above. On the bed lay a sex doll, only showing its waist down with visible hips, vagina, and ass. Its skin tone was similar to yours, but much more artificial and obviously made of plastic.

GD appears, and for once he was shirtless. His muscular arms are covered in intricate tattoos, and he even has a slight belly despite being in good shape. The broad expanse of his chest is proof of his fitness. The blur on his face only added to the mystery of the man who had captured your attention. You couldn't help but wonder what he looked like underneath.

He hovers over the toy, one hand engulfing his already hard cock. His fingers trace the curves and ridges of the doll's form, like a sculptor admiring his creation. "Such a pretty little pussy," he taunts devilishly, as if speaking to an invisible audience. But you know his words are meant for you, the doll a mere stand-in for your physical form in this fantasy.

What is he doing to you? You can't believe how quickly your body has responded; your hand slips under the waistband of your panties, eager to explore. Your fingers tease and caress your slick folds, already wet from anticipation. It's embarrassing how easily you get aroused, but you can't resist the urge to pleasure yourself while watching him on the screen.

He grits his teeth as the tip of his cock brushes against the entrance of the toy, letting out a sharp breath before plunging in with one forceful thrust. His hips collide with the toy's, causing his legs to tremble momentarily before he regains his balance. With both hands gripping the sides of the toy tightly, his fingers leave indentations on its surface as he moves forward relentlessly.

He's no longer gentle or teasing, but instead unleashes his hunger with unrestrained force. The man you saw on the live stream days ago is a far cry from the one in front of you now. His heavy breathing devours your thoughts, leaving you helpless. Your hand movements become more frantic, mirroring his fervent intensity. A shudder courses through you as he speaks through ragged breaths, "Fuck…you're squeezin' me so tight, dirty slag."

GD thrust ruthlessly into the toy, causing a slight bulge to swell in its plastic material. His impressive size stretched the toy to its limits, leaving a gaping hole each time he pulled back before slamming back in with a wet squelch. It was the kind of rough pleasure that could leave one sore and unable to walk the next day. GD slows down, letting out a frustrated grunt as he crawls onto the bed, his knees sinking into the soft mattress. He needs more pressure and better leverage to reach his peak. His large hands squeeze the toy firmly, as if trying to squeeze every last bit of pleasure from it.

His body stirs once more, this time with a slower and deeper thrust that hits at the core. If it were you the tip of his manhood would press against your cervix, it makes you wonder what it would feel like to have him inside you. You can see his expertise as he handles the toy, using his body like a skilled tool. A pleasurable tingle travels up your spine and you instinctively lift your hips to meet your fingers, which are now swirling delicious circles on your eager pearl.

GD's movements are precise and well-practiced, a result of countless experiences. He knows exactly what he's doing and how to bring himself to climax. If the toy in his hand were a real person, If it was you he would have you writhing under him within just three thrusts.

But you are not like him; your endurance is weak compared to his, like a small pool trying to withstand crashing waves. As your legs shake with the strain and a shattered gasp escapes your lips, you continue to stimulate yourself with determined fingers. Finally, your orgasm hits like a flood breaking through a dam, causing your walls to clench and release around nothing. Sweat beads on your skin as you take deep breaths, trying to calm down from the intense pleasure.

You take a moment to close your eyes and savor the intense pleasure coursing through your body. It was the most satisfying orgasm you’ve ever experienced, all thanks to a man whose face you’ve never seen, but whose dick is the only thing on your mind. A deep growl from the screen catches your attention and you open your eyes to watch. GD is still going strong, his stamina seemingly endless. His movements become erratic and uncoordinated as he nears his own climax. He no longer holds onto the toy, instead using his hands to support himself on the bed while he reaches orgasm. His moans are loud and intense, sending shivers down your spine as you feel them reverberate inside of you.

With a sudden burst of energy, he reaches his peak and releases thick ropes of cum inside the doll. The warm liquid fills it to the brim, and he can feel it pulsating against his skin. He pulls out, but the sensation lingers, and he continues to paint the outer skin with his spunk. The doll's previously pristine exterior is now marked by his seed and a pool of semen slowly seeping from the abused holes. His breaths come in ragged gasps as he finishes, though not quite completely spent from his intense encounter with the doll.

You couldn't look away, even as he continued with renewed energy after his earlier release. The arousing feeling in your gut resurfaced, but you were already drained, giving everything you had. You sit up and reach for the screen to close it for the night when a message from the community page catches your eye, posted by GD.

“Top Donator next stream gets a private show.”

♡! Thank you so much for all the love on my very first post! It really means alot and I couldn't be more grateful!

♡! Sorry if it seemed like Ghost wasn't talking much, I kind of see him as a more actions than words person for stuff like this! ૮₍ >﹏< ₎ა

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[minminyoonjii]

Monster Under My Bed [Tentacle Monster/Chanlix]

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🕯Summary:

Chan wanted to release some tension after a long comeback. Little did he know, tentacles will be included. P.S. Felix joins too

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/39073695 [this link redirects you to the ao3 post of this one-shot from early 2022, my writing style since then has changed and this post is a rewrite]

🌹CW

Dubious Consent|Tentacles|Multiple Orgasms|Anal Sex|Nipple Play|Rough Sex|Blow Job|Wet & Messy|Spitroasting|Prostate Massage|Prostate Milking|Aphrodisiacs|Dacryphilia|Accidental Voyeurism|Breath Play|Full Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.7K

Soft whimpers and mewls echoed within the room, the scent of arousal soaking into the sheets. Chan moaned, biting his blanket to muffle his sinful desires. Sweat coated his skin, causing his hair to be matted against his forehead. He groaned, mouthing into his pillow "Fuck," he cursed, rutting his hips. A sharp whine escaped his lips as he palmed his clothed cock. Chan sat up, head spinning from the pleasure. "Oh god," he keened, staring at the ever-growing stain on his sweats. He kneeled, tugging off his sweats "Ah," he winced, shivering at the chill breeze making contact with his burning skin. Chan wrapped his hand around his length, pumping it at a teasingly slow pace. He trailed his other hand up his chest towards his neck. A shuddered gasp spilt as Chan held the sides of his neck. His thumb and ring finger pressed into his sweet spots. Adding slight pressure to his airway. Chan's head fogged with the urge to climax. He groaned, quickening his pace. Pumping his cock with more vigour and need. Chan's body trembled, eyes rolling back as his mouth slacked into a perfect oval. Just as his orgasm reached the brink, Chan stopped, gripping the base of his cock "F-fuck," he stuttered, thighs quivering. He gave out a trembling chuckle, "My god," he whispered, taking in a deep inhale. He leaned his back against the bed frame, stroking his cock at a languid pace. Chan grabbed a bottle of lube and popped open the cap. He hissed, pouring the cold liquid onto his throbbing cock. Chan clenched his jaw, dipping his index finger between the slit of his aching cockhead. He keened, covering his moans with the back of his hand. He whimpered, easily bringing himself back to the brink. "Fuck fuck fuck," he slurred, twisting his cockhead within his tightened fist. Chan cried, forcing a dry orgasm from his body "Ah sh-shit," he wailed, watching his precum dribble down his length through his tear-laced eyes.

Lost in the pleasure, he didn't notice the dripping slick pooling by the edge of his bed. Chan knocked his head against his bed frame, his chest raising to catch some air. He hummed, sinking his nails into the sheets. Chan stretched out his legs, flinching when he felt something cold make contact with his feet. "What the fuck," he whispered, head still dazed from his edged orgasm. Tentacles began slithering up the sides of his bed soaking his sheets with their ooze.

Chan gasped, fear snapping him out of his daze. He tried to move away from the slicked tentacles but to no avail. The tentacles caught his wrists and ankles, bonding him to bed. He grunted, viciously tugging himself free, all those hours in the gym should've been able to help him but a mysterious tentacle monster seems to be stronger than a mere human. Chan shivered, skin pricking at the cold slick coating his thighs. He gasped as the tentacles wrapped around his heated cock. Chan whimpered arousal pooling into his abdomen at the temperature difference. The tentacles lifted him up, manhandling him on his stomach. Chan mewled, feeling slick spill down his chest to his chin. The ooze dripped into his parted mouth, he tried to spit it out but more continued to spill. Chan moaned, feeling his body heat up "Fuck," he slurred, head foggy with haze once more. He whimpered, face buried into his pillow "You can do whatever you want with me, I don't care anymore," he said, feeling his body grow heavier. The tentacles pressed against his back, loosening the knots in his shoulders, A small smile etched on his lips, almost forgetting that he was being held by a tentacle monster. Chan opened his eyes, not realizing he had them shut. He gasped, shivering as the tentacle traced his rim. Chan had experience with anal before but the sheer girth of the tentacle was bigger than any toys he had ever owned. He gripped the sheets beneath his palms, bracing himself for the intrusion. The tentacle produced more slick, thrusting only the tip into Chan's hole. Chan mewled, practically sinking his face into the pillows. The tentacles waited for Chan to relax before pushing themselves deeper inch by inch. Soft moans and whimpers, escaped Chan's lips when the tentacles dilated their girth, stretching his rim further. Drool coated his cheeks, accompanied by the thick sticky ooze. He cried, feeling his body ache from the amount of pleasure enveloping his being. The tentacles kept a constant pace, thrusting deeper. Chan's jaw locked when the tentacles brushed against his pulsing prostate. A subtle bulge could be seen protruding under his skin. "Ah ah ah," he moaned, getting closer to his prolonged orgasm. The tentacles kept their aim on Chan's swollen bud, fucking him to his orgasm. Chan let out a strangled scream, his body quivering from his mild-blinding climax. Cum squirted onto the sheets, adding to the fluids beneath him. Chan cried as the tentacles removed themselves from his warmth.

His rim gaped, pulsing around nothing but the cold air. Chan stayed plaint, body too weak to move. He sniffled, nuzzling his pillow "Hgh," Chan whimpered, baring his vulnerable body. The door swung open, and Felix stood stunned "What the hell," he exhaled, eyes widening. Chan cried, shame and arousal pooling in his stomach at the thought of being caught by his favourite dongsaeng. Felix stepped closer, watching as the tentacles made their way towards him.

Chan whined, hair dripping with traces of slick and bodily fluids. Felix ran his fingers through Chan's hair "Hyung, it's okay," he coaxed, kissing Chan's forehead. He shifted Chan on his back and rubbed his stomach. Chan groaned at the soreness, holding onto Felix's hand. Excess slick spilt past his gaping rim from the position he was in. Felix noticed, stroking Chan's cheek "Sweet thing got ruined by a tentacle monster didn't he?" he whispered, booping Chan's nose. Chan nodded, feeling his cheeks burn from the memory. Felix chuckled, tracing his finger down Chan's chest. He brought his touches to Chan's neglected pecs, fingers brushing his hardened nipples. "Did you like being ruined, little one? Being an obedient little toy for the monster under your bed?" he asked, cooing as Chan nodded his head with vigour. "So sweet," Felix said, licking his lips. Chan moaned, arching his back into Felix's hand. "Baby, do you want to see me get ruined while I suck your cock?" he panted, cock throbbing under his shorts. Chan whined, nodding at Felix's suggestion "Pl-please," he keened. Felix groaned, shrugging off his clothes and positioning himself between Chan's legs "Such a pretty boy," he praised, kissing Chan's inner thighs. Felix arched his back, hooking his arms under Chan's legs "You have my permission," he whispered, marking Chan's skin. The tentacles, slithered up Felix's calves, coating them in their ooze. He shivered, nosing Chan's pulsing cock "Cold," he hissed, kissing up Chan's girth. The tentacles split into two, one focusing on Felix's throbbing length and the other teasing his hole. Felix groaned, licking the precum dribbling from Chan's slit. He smirked, making eye contact with Chan before wrapping his lips around his cock. Chan wailed from overstimulation, pain blurring with pleasure. Felix moaned, slacking his jaw to deep-throat Chan's length. The tentacles took the opportunity to push themselves into Felix's tight rim. He whimpered around Chan's girth, causing Chan's cock to fuck past his throat barrier. Felix moaned, bobbing his head with need. Chan held his grip on Felix's hair, tears spilling down his cheeks. The tentacles pressed harshly against Felix's swollen prostate, quickening their tempo.

Felix's eyes rolled back, cries muffled by Chan's girth stretching his lips. Chan bucked his hips, making Felix gag "So cl-close," he whimpered, clawing the sheets. Felix hollowed his cheeks, bringing Chan to his orgasm. Felix sucked the sticky warm cum coating the insides of his mouth. Strings of white dripped down his lips as he pulled off. The tentacle continued its abuse on Felix's prostate, forcing his orgasm out of him with a sharp whimper. They massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves until he had nothing else to give. Felix mewled, resting his head on Chan's inner thigh. Utterly defiling the bed sheets. Chan ran his fingers through Felix's hair, eyes closed from exhaustion. Felix whined as the tentacles pulled themselves out, slick dripping from his ruined rim. The bed sheets had to be thrown none of the linen was salvageable. The tentacles shifted, moulding into a human-like figure. The monster walked into Chan's bathroom with familiarity. It turned on the tap, setting it to warm. The monster waited for the tub to fill up before walking back to the bed. It lifted the duo up, cradling them cautiously. The monster gently laid their bodies in, making sure their heads wouldn't sink in. It removed the fluid-stained sheets and cases, before changing them into a clean bed set. The monster went back into the bathroom, it lathered soap on their bodies, cleaning the ooze off their skin. Chan held his sleepy grip around Felix's torso, sinking into the warmth surrounding his body. The monster cleaned the rims, coaxing out every last drop of slick. It lifted Chan out first, drying him up with a warm towel before tucking him under the new blankets. The monster poured a glass of mouthwash for Felix, it nudged him softly. Felix parted his sleepy eyes and gurgled the mouthwash before sinking back to sleep. It did the same as it did to Chan; drying and tucking Felix under the clean blankets. The monster took out Chan's oversized hoodies and gently dressed their sleepy bodies. The duo snuggled into each other with Felix wrapping his legs around Chan's torso. The monster stared at them for a bit before kissing the top of their head as a sign of thanks. It pulled the curtains, making sure the room was dark before slipping back under the bed.

Minho woke up a while later and knocked on Chan's door "Hyung have you seen, Bokkie?" he asked, peeking his head into the room. Minho walked towards Chan's bed and ran his fingers through their damp hair. He furrowed his eyes in question but shrugged, thinking that they perhaps took a late shower. "It wouldn't hurt to let them sleep a while longer, I'll wake them up before lunch," he mumbled, picking up the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Minho flinched at the sudden dampness on his hand "What the fuck," he cursed, closing Chan's door behind him before walking off to the laundry room.

Glowing green eyes could be seen from under Chan's bed, all you have to do is pay attention.

[dabisqueen]

panty play

⇢ pairing: Dabi x reader

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, panty theft, panty sniffing, panty licking, masturbation with panties, cockwarming, sex in public (well, somewhat), voyeurism, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, using panties as a gag and a cum stop, bit of degradation

⇢ words: 1139

Just a thirst post, thanks.

Dabi loves panties.

He makes a habit of stealing yours and keeping them close by, in the pockets of his pants or his jacket. So when he's out recruiting or on a mission he'd always have something of you close by. A groan leaves his lips every time he thinks about your sweet folds touching the fabric, staining it with your juices, feeling a lewd sense of intimacy.

In the evening, when he's alone in his room, he takes them in his calloused hands, admiring the softness of the fabric, the little bows adorning the sides. He tugs his pants down far enough to free his aching dick, already hard and leaking with precum.

Holding your panties between his fist and his thick girth he begins to move his hand along his length, the soft fabric creating subtle friction that has him inhaling sharply, arousal springing forward full-force, as the sensation was almost too much.

He rolls his palm with the lacey trophy over his swollen head, letting out broken groans while cupping his heavy balls, drawing a shudder from his already tensed body.

Resting his head back against the bed, half-lidded eyes almost shut with pleasure he starts fisting himself with more wanton, fucking his hips up into your panties, desperate to come.

And when he finally does, he can't stop the waves of pleasure washing through him in harsh pulses, hips stuttering as his orgasm crashes down on him.

Thick, white ropes of cum ooze from his cock as he continues to fuck himself through his release, dribbling down your pretty panties and his hand, landing on his abdomen, coating it in his slick essence.

Halfway through meetings with Shigaraki concerning strategic planning, he would take out your panties and let the soft lace glide over his fingers. Holding them up to his perfect nose he inhales your sweet, musky scent deeply, leaving Shigaraki stuttering, crimson eyes darting between the panties in Dabi's hands and the floor, cheeks starting to flush with a rosy hint from the implication of what he was witnessing.

Dabi would call you over and have you take a seat on his lap, positioning your legs over his thighs. He'll spread yours to get better access to your sensitive nub, sliding his fingers over it before dipping down and penetrating your dripping hole, smirking as he growls into your ear "So wet for me already? Let's stuff your needy hole then—"

And with a few adjustments he frees his erection, hard and angry, glistening with precum, lifting you by your hips only to slam you down on his fat cock, leaving you helplessly impaled on him.

Your hands shoot up to cover your mouth suppressing a scream as you are split open, eyes hazy when you look back at him over your shoulders. Shigaraki pauses, staring at you, tongue snaking out to lick his cracked dry lips, lust mixing with annoyance in his red orbs. As Dabi leans forward, his teeth grazing the rim of your ear, the low rasp of his voice sends shivers down your spine, "And don't you dare move, just keep my dick warm and wet until the dumb meeting's over", feeling your essence already dripping down his balls.

Dabi would make you take your panties off immediately when you're with him, regardless of where. A cocky smirk on his face, he'd take them before bending you over the next surface, freeing his hard cock, taking its length in his fist, giving it a few pumps before aligning its tip at your already soaked folds before burying his dick inside of you, cooing what a needy pussy you have, always ready for him.

Of course, he'd do that right at the lounge, with the other League of Villain members present, protests being hushed by the urge to watch, as Dabi starts pounding into you, getting off on seeing you blissed out on his thick length. Your fingers tightly gripping the counter of the bar, squelching sounds and your soft, embarrassed moans echoing through the now quiet lounge, only to be accompanied by the sound of pants being undone as the other men frantically try to free their erection to please their own needy desire while watching you both.

His turquoise eyes focus on you with a smirk playing on his lips, spitting out absolute filth to you, “Enjoy giving a show, huh?"

Stopping just to pull out his length for all to see, glistening with your juices "'Course you are, dirty girl," the sound of his husky voice only adding to your insatiable sick desire for him.

In his room, he licks your panties as if they were your pussy, right in front of you, while you're whining and getting wetter, begging him to fuck you already.

So he comes up to you, lace undies held up to your face, asking "So, you really want them, is that it?" Before crumbling them into a ball, grabbing your jaw with his free hand, squeezing until your mouth falls open only to stuff it with them.

"T'is so you won't get too fuckin noisy." He snarls before ripping your clothes off and pushing you onto his bed. Then he starts fucking you into the mattress stopping every so often to admire the way you sputter and choke around the delicate lace filling your mouth, tears staining your lash line, "Aw, baby has to cry?"

Then he continues, holding your hips in place while he pounds into you so hard it makes your back arch, whimpering at his intrusion, brows knitting with overwhelming pleasure every time he sheaths himself balls deep into you.

After cumming and filling you to the brim, he gives you momentary relief by pulling out the panties from your mouth, a glistening string of saliva spreading as he does so. With a mischievous spark in his eyes, you squeak out in surprise as he stuffs the panties in your cunt without warning, not wanting any of his cum to go to waste.

And don't you dare move or take them out, you'll have to stay like that until he's ready for the next round.

Uncomfortably squirming on his bed, you reach out down between your thighs while he's not looking, trying to relieve yourself from the uncomfortable feeling, attempting to remove them. He's on you within the blink of an eye, his calloused hand grabbing your jaw, the fingers sinking deep into the plush of your cheeks, jerking your gaze towards him, meeting his eyes.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare," he growls, your attempted retaliation having him already hard again and he goes about fucking you with your panties still inside, turquoise eyes flashing dangerously while casting a wicked grin down at you.

And afterward, he will be using those messy, cummy lace panties to make you shut up again, stuffing them back between your plush lips until he's hard and ready for you again.

mlist

[honouredsatoru]

Just the Two of Us.

warning : nsfw, implied breeding kink, degradation kink, praising kink, slight edging, slight orgasm denial. smut without plot tbh. gojo is great with aftercare, i headcanon him to be this caring.

notes : this is basically me going through another gojo brain rot cycle. thank you @hisvillainess for beta-ing this one shot. love you, rosie! i apologize in advance if you guys encountered any errors or flaws, because i genuinely think this isn't my best work :') without further ado, enjoy reading! lilith luvs ya!

taglist : @hisvillainess @nightparades @satosuguslut @sassooda @togeverse @nanamilvrr @fushigurocockslut @noritoshiikamo @nkogneatho @booksweet @laudthingcat @sixeyesgojo @bajihub @sirthisisa-wendys @saintgojo @princesatoru @kotarousgf @tequchiha @tojisveryown

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She had no idea that things would escalate real quick. All it took was a cuddle, intertwined fingers, a rather cheeky kiss, and for her to ask “Am I wasting your time with my heart’s intention to gain your attention, touch, and affection?” for Gojo Satoru to say "How is my time wasted when I now have you in my arms, better yet, in my bed? Fuck—” he buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “You smell so fucking good." He shan’t let time be wasted by taking off her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her sky blue laced panties. He glanced at the woman in front of him, his ego bumping up at her sight of her cheeks turning red. He held in a throaty groan as blood was rushing down to his crotch. Caressing her hair, Satoru pressed soft kisses on her cheek down to her jawline, giving her kitten licks on the neck in between, gently massaging her breasts, pinching her nipples while sucking a spot on her neck, biting her skin, giving her a hickey with salacious noises getting louder the more he gave in to his desire. "You like this, don't you? Showing every inch of your body to me? You've been teasing me like the attention whore you are, making it so hard for me to not ruin you right on the spot, baby."

He lowered himself down a little to meet the view of her perfect mounds and as he looked up, her eyes were looking back at him with nothing but a sense of yearning and lust. He palmed his growing erection, his sweatpants starting to stain from his precum. Going in closer, he licks her stiffened nipples, switching from one side to another, fondling her left breast with his free hand wrapped around her back. He gently nibbles her breasts, satisfied by his girlfriend’s faint squeal, flicking and twirling his tongue around her pair of sensitive buds, his hand sliding down to touch her cunt. "Hm, keep that lovely sound coming out of your mouth, cum doll. It sounds like music to my ears" He sluggishly ran through her sopping wet clothed cunt with his thumb, still sucking on her breast, licking her nipples, sweat slowly pooling on his forehead, her hands rested behind to prevent herself from falling flat on the bed.

He continued caressing her thighs and for every time his hand was close to her pussy, he purposely avoided rubbing her clit, making her whine. Noticing that a small spot of his bedsheet is wet with her arousal, he raised an eyebrow, suppressing a chuckle. He stops playing with her breasts as her chest starts rising a little faster accompanied by a series of desperate whimpers, asking him to take her and ruin her throughout the night. He looks at her in the eye again, moving her bangs to the side. Clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, Satoru shook his head, almost mockingly, "Poor baby, look at you. So powerless. you're reduced to nothing under my touch. And you like it, don't you?" She nodded, quietly begging him to touch her. That was enough for him to stop what he considers his light punishment. Taking her laced panties off, he held her panties up to her face, and underneath the dimmed lights in his room, they both can see that it's soaked with her slick. And just like that, right in front of her, he licks her slick off of the thin fabric, smacking his lips, and chuckles. “It tastes like honey.” Throwing the panties away, he nestled himself next to her, kissing her again, allowing her to taste herself. He traced his fingers on her body and down to her pussy. He slipped his tongue in her mouth, letting her take control of the pace, rubbing her clit in circles, slowly and gently with his middle and ring finger. He lets go of the kiss, placing his lips on her freshly given hickey, his knuckles starting to run across her pussy lips with sloshing noises filling in the room.

“Can you hear just how dirty your sound right now?" Satoru drummed his fingers close to her lips, webs of her slick sticking to every inch of his fingers and rings. She nodded in embarrassment and licked her slick off while staring at him, circling her tongue around the tip of his fingers, a trail of saliva connecting his fingers to her tongue making him scoff in amusement. "Look at you, how lewd. who would've known, especially with that innocent face of yours, doll.” Satoru gets out of the bed, walking to the edge of the bed, now kneeling on the ground, grabbing her by the leg, slowly pulling her to him. Spreading her legs, his breathing has gone slightly short and rapid, his nostril flared, a feral awakening of some sort, at the sight of her swollen pearl, thick lips glazed in her arousal. Oh fuck, he silently mouthed. This alone can make me cum. resting her legs on his shoulders, he leaned in real close, the tip of his nose touching a small tuft of hair.

Her scent is enough to drive anyone crazy, let alone him. "Fuck.. you're so fucking wet. All of this for me baby? Tsk tsk, what a darling." Using his thumb and index finger to spread her pussy lips, he slowly licked her reddened bud, breathy giggles leaving her lips. Using the tip of his tongue to do circular motions on her bud, Satoru wrapped his arm around her thigh with his right hand pressing her lower tummy down. "I n-need to cum. please let me" she cried out feebly, tugging his hair, her toes rubbed against his back. "What makes you think I am gonna give you what you want now? I'm not done punishing you, [your name]." He pressed sloppy wet kisses on her inner thighs, laying his tongue flat on her cunt. Spitting on her clit, admiring it as his saliva dripped down to her asshole, making his stiff, veiny cock throb a little. His slender fingers making his way to her cunt, spreading her pussy lips a little wider, exposing it to the cold air, making her squirm even more and her hole clench at nothing. He inserted a finger into her hole, gently stretching her gummy walls with another finger, twisting and curling his fingers, but careful enough to not hurt her. After all, her pleasure is his pride and pleasure as well. He smiled at the sight of her body reacting to his touch. He dived in for one last time, sucking her clit while fingering her. He releases his fingers out, begins sucking the crevices before dipping his tongue in, lapping up her love juice till it drips down to his chin. Her thighs are around his head and he tapped her thighs, coercing her to let go of the grip.

"Now be a good girl and let me love you, baby" he ordered. branding a cocky smirk on his face, seeing her squirming like the pathetic little mess she has unleashed a feral side of him that rarely comes out. He stands up and pulls his pants down, the resounding slap echoed in the room as his cock hit his toned abdomen. He gets on the bed, sitting between her legs, pumping his shaft a couple of times before tapping his cock on her cunt, nuzzling his cockhead around her clit. "Why is it so fucking wet," he exclaimed, sliding his thick girthy cock across her pussy lips, coating it with her sweet arousal. Once he was done teasing her, he positioned his slightly red cockhead and slowly pushed his whole length into her tight little hole, making her arch her back, chanting his name like a prayer━ a mantra.

A sick grin appeared on his face. Once he is fully in, he began thrusting dangerously slow to the point tears are filled to the brim in her eyes, her hands wrapped around his neck, begging for him to not torture her this way. "Are you sure you can take it? look at you, my dumb baby." Before he could receive an answer from his beloved, Satoru pulled out and slammed right back in, rutting against her thighs. The resounding smacks and skin slapping continued to fill their shared bedroom, accompanied by her raspy moans and his low grunts. All he could think of was making her his in this very moment. She was mumbling incoherent stuff, clearly, her head being pulled into a dimension where her reality is locked away. He puts her in a mating press, ignoring her pretty little cries, throwing his head back, fastened his pace, slamming his cock into the tip of her cervix that made her gasp several times. Giving her pink-stained lips a soft kiss, he rested his forehead onto hers, giving her his signature sweet smile. Although his actions were sweet, his words proved the opposite. "Aw dearest" he coos "have you gotten dumb over this cock of mine?" He chuckles. "You love it when it hurts, don't you?" He continues to taunt his lover. "Fuck, the way you're twitching on my cock right now, clenching on it. You like it when I fuck you stupid, hm?" Pulling away from the mating press position, Satoru bent down, her legs resting on his broad shoulder, his hips showing no signs of slowing down, her nails scratching arm.

Satoru winces in pain but it felt good to him, his fingertips tenderly gracing her stomach, admiring her fold, and snaking down to her cunt, rubbing eights on her clit, overstimulating her as her toes are starting to curl. With her pants getting shorter and needier, her brows furrowed, biting her lower lips ever so slightly, she pulled him closer to her till the space between them was nonexistent, the knots in her lower stomach getting tighter by the second, heaving a sigh of an insatiable itch Satoru was close to scratching off. The familiar expression caused Satoru to take this as a sign that she is close. His lips curled into a smirk, telling her "What is it that you want baby?” ''I wanna make a mess. I wanna cum. P-please.. t-toru!" He chuckles. How could deny a wish so sweet yet lewd at the same time? "Yes, you can, bunny doll. Make a mess. My perfect little toy. my one and only." he whispered to her as he pinned her down, resting his head to her side, the very thought of cumming into her tight, puffy cherry red cunt made his eyes roll back. Her body starts to shake, pressing kitten kisses on her temple, he gets up again, husky moans kept hidden with his lips pursed, making his throat quiver a little.

He pinches her clit, rubbing it with his thumb, and within seconds, she reaches her climax, squirting onto his cock that is still going in and out of her cunt, creating a tiny bulge on her tummy. she cried, saying it's too much for her to handle before her whimpers fade, her eyes closed as she passed out from exhaustion but he wasn't going to stop, with her hand still holding onto his, he gave in a few more thrusts, his balls slapping against her thighs. he can feel his climax coming in. he clicked his tongue, mindlessly babbled to himself about how tight she is, how her cunt is made for him, his hands fondling her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, her back is slightly arched as she unconsciously moaned his name with her eyes still closed, her chest covered with hickeys and sweat. Pressing his hands on the side of the bed, he lowered himself down as his thrusts turns sloppy and thighs shivered, he heard his name being called faintly, her eyes opened, she weakly encircled her arms on his shoulders, bringing him closer as she peppered him with kisses on the lips, softly nibbling his lower lip. Satoru’s hips began to falter as he shot thick, creamy warm spurts of cum into her intimate crevices, he threw his head back, grunting at the feeling of immense pleasure upon release. Her body twitches so slightly, her.

"That's it, baby, make sure you take it all in. You did so well baby. You were so good to me." Even though he doesn't want to pull out, Satoru’s body is getting stickier so he pulls out in the end, staring at her cunt, sheepishly smiling at the sight of his cum flowing out of her tight hole, a whistle escapes his lips. He leans in, planting a kiss on her tummy, thinking just how wonderful it would be to see her swollen with his child, inserting his middle finger to not let any more of his liquid seep out of her. His one and only, the only woman he’ll ever let seek refuge into his heart, he thought to himself. His gaze returns to her, asleep and face calm as can be. Satoru crawled to her, pressing sweet kisses on her cheeks. “Just wait for a second, hm, baby? Gonna clean you up in a second.” He sighs in glee, walking to the bathroom for a quick shower. Once he is done, Satoru puts on sweatpants, retrieving a clean towel, pail of water, shorts, and a long sleeved shirt, walking to her direction.

Staring at her beautiful silhouette, Satoru wiped off everything that’s on her, proudly tapping the marks he has bestowed onto her chest and clavicle. Cocking his head to the side, Satoru gently shakes her, asking her to sit up straight as he dresses her, although really tired from their previous lovemaking session, she did as she was told, having Satoru pat her bum as he tucks her in bed. He lays next to her, pulling her closer, resting his lanky leg over hers, his chin on top of the crown of her head, stroking her back. A moment or two passed by as light snoring could be heard and sleepiness itself began to take a toll on Satoru. He slowly drifts to sleep before muttering the words he only dared to say towards people of little to none in his life,

“I love you… sleep well, my love.” with a smile of bliss plastered on his face.

all writing belongs to honouredsatoru.

reblogs are appreciated. ♡

[kimnjss]

"feels good, tiny?” | kth

⤑  series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: smut.

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 1.7K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, subtle dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (m. receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, slight size kink, deep throat, riding, multiple orgasms, scratching... drooling and mentions of spit, cock warming, cum inside.

⤑ A/N: this is long overdo... nd i highkey forgot abt it that why. buut this happens like after she sends him that picture that was actually meant for him ., so yeah - enjoy !! let me know what you think x

you're making such a mess. drool and precum pooling around the corners of your mouth. sharp nails digging into the skin of his thighs as the head of his cock brushes against the back of your mouth. it drives him insane how nicely he slides down your tight little throat. jaw straining to take all of them, but even still you're only able to swallow about half. lips wrapped song around his shaft.

a breathy groan falls from his lips as your teary eyes lift to look at him. mascara smudged down your cheeks and hair knotted from the grip he held in your hair. you looked so sexy when he had first entered your house. although, the way you looked now was a whole different level of sexy.

but when he first walked in, you had been laid sprawled out on your bed. nothing but that flimsy set of lace covering the best parts of you. he could see your hard nipples peeking through the fabric as well as the wet patch staining between your legs. he was climbing on the bed without a second thought, his hand slotting itself between your legs.

you moaned so pretty when his fingers began to rub against your slit, further spreading your wetness over your underwear. he about loses it when your lip latch onto his earlobe, tongue gliding over the edge of it. whispering in the most sultry voice he's ever heard from you. “please, let me suck you off,”

and that's how you've ended up right where you're are now.

with a hand wrapped around his base, taehyung is pulling his cock from your throat. strings of saliva connecting him to your lips. you greedily take to filling your lungs with oxygen, chest heaving up and down. his dark eyes zero in on how swollen your lips are and he can't help but tap his cock on them.

once and then twice, continuously lifting and dropping his dick on your face. amazed with his length compared to your face. the little kitten licks you swipe against the underside of him has a shiver running down his spine. his cock rests from your chin to just above your forehead, his head reaching to tangle in your hair. he's heavy against your face, salty on your tongue.

slowly being lowered until your mouth is meeting the velvety skin on his balls. he doesn't need to tell you what he wants next. easily sucking both of them in as your hand lifts to cover his shaft. “baby, fuck.” he groans, head tilting back as you jerk him. holding his weight on his hands planted behind him, he watches you over his nose through hooded eyes.

he spots the way your hand slides down the front of your body, fingers dipping underneath the waistband of your panties. your hips grind into your palm, moving in time with your hand on him. thumb swiveling over the tip of it, forcing a low grunt from the back of his throat. the soft moans that leave your lips tickle his skin, adding to the pleasure your mouth and hands are already giving him. it's no surprise when he's feeling the cave in his stomach, cock twitching in your palm.

he's whining, both hands reaching to push his hair back as the warmth of your mouth engulfs his cock again. taking your time with pushing his cock down your throat. and then you're swallowing, sending a shock of arousal throughout his body. “holy fuck...” you hallow your cheeks, the suction of your lips filling the room and causing him to shoot up.

large hands gripping your hair at the root, holding your head steady as he fucks his hips forward. slowly, experimentally at first, but then he's quickly losing himself in the warmth of your mouth. the wetness that drips around him, big watery eyes staring at him as your nails scrape against the skin of his thighs.

“swallow it all for me. okay, princess?” that's as much warning you get before thick spurts of cum are trickling down your throat, paired with a low grunt from him. tae's holding your head in place, hooded eyes watching the faint bulge in your throat that can only be caused by his cock. he pulls back only when you start to gargle around him, filling your mouth with the rest of his seed before his wet cock falls from your lips completely.

he forces his eyes to keep from shutting just so he can watch the greedy way you push his misplaced cum into your mouth. licking your lips and fingers clean like you've just finished a five-course meal. a lazy grin spreads across his features when you flash him your empty mouth.

there's only a bit of an ache in your legs as you rise from your knees, but you ignore it as you move to straddle his waist. half-hard cock nudging against the apex of your thighs when you lean forward to press your hands into his chest. “don't fall asleep on me,” your lips are inches from his ear but he can hear your pout.

soft tongue pushing out to glide over the edge of it as your fingers brush over his erect nipples. he was far from tired, just needed a few moments to catch his breath. even still, he was never the type to leave you hanging. especially, after you just quite literally sucked the soul out of him. you deserved a little something in return.

the movement of his fingers is slow, but it's not long before he's fitting his hand underneath the fabric of your panties. two fingers effortlessly sliding past your walls. you hadn't noticed it before, but in the midst of getting him off and the half-assed way you were fingering yourself, you managed a baby orgasm. he could tell with the way your walls quivered around his fingers with each thrust.

much whinier in the way you call out his name, legs flinching when he presses his thumb into your clit. “sensitive,” he notes, then ignores his only words by pushing into you with much more force. pace fast enough to rock your body, arousal dripping out around his fingers. long fingers reaching deep inside of you and pressing into your gspot with each thrust.

you're cumming with a broken cry, nails digging into the skin. though, your vision's blurry, you can still see the mischievous glint in his eyes. the deliberate way he moves his fingers inside of you and just as you're putting two and two together, his hand is gripping your waist, keeping you from running from his fingers.

it's a loud scream of his name that punctuates the stream that rips through your body, soaking his lower stomach and dripping onto his pubic bone. little black dots spot your vision, a new wetness surrounding your eyes.

but that doesn't stop you from pushing your fingers into his hair, hips desperately grinding against his. “more, more.” you pant. can only imagine how pathetic you look in front of him. messy hair, smudged makeup, face, and body damp with a mixture of cum, sweat, and tears... begging to be fucked.

he thinks you look and sound hot. the quick way his cock stiffens against being an indicator of that. with his eyes glued to your features, taehyung makes a mental note on the way you look as he pushes his cock into you. saving it among his many favorites when it comes to you.

“ride me,” delirious enough that you're moving with a second thought, would most likely follow him over the edge of a cliff if he asked. hips rolling and bouncing on his as your nails carve thin lines into his skin. “fuck. your pussy just swallows me right up.” the comment has a wave of pride washing over you, working harder to prove him right.

one hand lays lazily on your hip, but you're doing most of the work. sat up on your knees to make it easier to swivel your hips. angling yourself so each thrust has his sensitive head hitting against your even more sensitive inner.

he finds it amusing. the spaced-out look on your face as you use him. soft moans filling the air, arm lifted to keep your hair from falling in your face. you're barely focused on him, eyes fluttering and teeth cutting into your lower lip. “feels good, tiny?” proving him right with the way you startle at the sound of his voice. dark eyes working to focus on him again. “so good, tae.” he can feel your pussy clenching around him, the tremble of your thighs. he's snaking his hand around your hips up the length of your back, applying enough pressure until your chest is falling onto his. the cry you let out landing against his neck as he lifts his hips up.

taking control to fuck into you roughly, holding your body in place with a thick arm around your back. he moves his cock mercilessly, driving the both of you to completion within minutes. you're first, of course, walls spasming around him as incoherent sentences leave your lips. something along the lines of how much you love him and how good he was to you. nothing new.

he only gets faster and more determined after that, bringing himself to release with the help of the sloppy kisses you land on his neck and the untimed push of your hips. filling you to the brim with his cum and holding it there, not bothering to pull out as he'd usually rush to do with the intention of helping you clean off.

not since he was finding out just how much you liked when he took his time. letting his cock go soft deep inside of you, the mixture of both of your arousal warming your core. taehyung is easily flipping your bodies around, slipping deeper inside of you with the movement.

the prettiest smile he's ever seen in his life is on your lips and he can't help but lean down to kiss it. you're giggling against his mouth, arms lifting to wrap around his neck while your legs do the same around his waist.

“i love you,” a double confession and neither of you are sure who spoke first. not like it truly mattered. the three words didn't seem like enough to cover how you both felt. how you've always felt, so you're going in for another kiss.

[yuichi-ro]

Pretty bird man Hawks deserves the prettiest lingerie and damn right he dresses up so good for mommy. As a sub he’s a pillow prince and would love to get spoiled while tied up and dressed in the finest lace. He’s so lucky he gets paid well as a pro hero to fund the numerous lingerie he stains with his cum.

pillow princess Keigo who gives mommy all the control and all his money 🥺💖 cw: fem!Reader, sugar mommy (ish), mommy kink, nipple play, mirrors, handjob, messy cum

perky nipples strain against the sheer fabric of Keigo's brand new babydoll. Top as rosy pink as his cheeks were. Flowing away from his body as it hugs his chest area so well. As excited as you were to see him in it, Japan's number two hero didn't even wait long enough to snip the tag off before throwing it on to show you.

"Look at you." Coos against his sideburns send the shivers right up the man's spine as he sits between your legs in front of the mirror. Basking in the sight of his well toned body accentuated in his favorite lingerie. But basking more in the attention you were pouring over him with, "My pretty bird."

Lips parted enough for the meager moan to slip past them. Keigo leans back into your chest when your hands sneak up under his arms. Slipping delicately against his pecs. Finding your fingers toying with his nipples through the softness of the pink tulle. Twisting them just enough to watch Keigo tip his head back against your shoulder as his cock twitches between his spread legs.

"M-More-" He manages even thought both of you know he's ruined more than a few of these expensive outfits just by you playing with his nipples.

"What was that baby bird?"

Keigo swallowed the lump in his throat and looked at the pair of you in the mirror. Eyes going from your fingers ghosting over his nipples and making it hard to think, down to his swollen uncut tip leaking precum down on the carpet under the two of you, "M-More mommy- Please-"

Humming sweetly in his ear. You touch down his muscles. Feeling the shudder and flex under your touch. Keigo sucking in his stomach when you flutter across his abs and lower. Sucking in his breath and those golden eyes half lidded and fixated on your beautiful face behind him. He really was himself at the mercy of your attention.

Lips pressed right below his ear. He can't even focus on the slow and steady praise leaving your lips. All he can think about is your fingers finally curling around his cock. Relief in it's purest form. Gasping when you peel back his foreskin to expose his poor leaking tip to the cool air of the bedroom. Heart thumping in his ears when that's not it. You fingers finding the right rhythm around his length. Gripping him while peppering kisses along his neck and shoulder. Japan's number two hero unable to help the way his hips buck up with your milking motions. He's just barely counted a dozen swipes of your fingers over the tip of his cock before it's simply too much.

"S-Shit- Mommy-!" Keigo twists and writhes, kicking his legs out a little bit in front of the mirror when he tries to fight it but can't. Slickness from his precum no longer the only thing soaking your fingers.

Globs of thick cum seeping between your knuckles. What didn't make it onto your hand squirted up against his belly and onto the pink fabric of his babydoll. Soiling the brand new fabric with his musky seed barely after putting it on. And as you slow your pumping. Until you release your cummy fingers from around his cock completely and resting them against his thigh as you slowly lower your touch and play with his sensitive balls. Keigo is left panting in your lap as you cup his face in the mirror and bring him close for a kiss on the cheek.

"Pretty bird," You smile against his dewy cheek, "We'll have to get you all new clothes again with the way you dirty them."

[muffindaddystyles]

18, 19, and 40 please?🥺 maybe some smut if possible💕

19. “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.”

18. “Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.”

40. “I love you, pet. So much of it, come back, please??”

A/N: Girliessss, theysss and themsss. Sorry for being inactive :(( Missed you all so much!! Here's a blurb from mafia!h x soft subby.

Y/N had never been this bratty. She had her occasional time-outs where Harry refused to touch her for days till she broke through her ice and begged him with a drool-y sweet mouth and honeyed puppy eyes.

She knows the drill and loves the adrenaline that seeps to her toes when Harry glowers at her across the room with bolting dark intensity -- his hook of thumb in a demand to have her in his lap is enough to excite her, the punishments makes her insides shrill and makes her fall in love with her daddy more and the best part of all of it's that she wants to cherish again and again’s how adorably caring he’s once fucking her raw.

At the moment though. She isn’t being a brat on purpose. They came for a dinner (with one of the Harry's business people) and it’s all business talk, rich dicks everywhere, hush hush voices that Y/N despises and the piqued ogle of the wife on her that makes her squirmy in her seat.

She zones out into her own lil bubble for a second, imagining herself back in their cosy home comfy in Harry’s humungous overly worn hoodie, snuggling him and smooching him, pecking all those softish spots where he has runs his fingers through the night and she wants to have a delicious pizza all to herself because the food here’s the amount of worm and leaf of spinach on a worm.

She didn’t even realise that she was slipping into her subby state until she was getting all fussy about her surrounds and plucked her lipstick out smudging the crimson tip against a tissue and slides it atop Harry’s thigh from under the table,

Daddy, home?

His flicker of gaze alters from the little needy note towards his girl who’s being choosy in eating her veggies and rolling them around in boredom.

Her head perks up cutesly at the feeling of his attention on her and he suckles his wine layered lip upon the sight of her doe-blown out pupils and glossy eyes indicating him like a train's horn that she’s submerging into her submissiveness at dangerous rate when she goes all squeamish and pink cheeks at the mere touch of his knuckles against her elbow.

“Daddy, please.” She whispers into his ear impatiently squeezing his knee. About to write another note to him to stay persistent but her lipstick breaks and she flinches when it rolls under the lady’s shoe leaving a bright stain on floor.

“Behave.” Was all he muttered gruffly before throwing a nonchalant dismissive glance her way and that was the last straw for her.

It’s been hours!! All she wanted was to get home and cuddle! Is that too much too ask!?

That’s why she acted like a grump and didn’t even bid them goodbyes, waited at the lobby for him eagerly and couldn’t help but to sway with her hands clasped back and grin at the greedy thought that once he steps outside she will leap on him like an affection starved kitten.

Her wish remains a wish nevertheless when Harry passes by her with a stoic face and snaps his fingers at her, the single gesture’s enough to bead tension on her forehead.

“In the car. Right now.” He glares her sternly plucking his black leather glove to reveal his jewelled pretty hand as he reaches for the handle of the backseat door.

Y/N has decided that today she’s gonna hold her grounds and be as naughty as she possibly could to get her kisses of the day.

Sheepishly she slips inside and gives him a toothy smile whilst trying to scramble up towards to reach within the sweet distance for his lips.

The trinkets of her shiny dress makes a noise as Harry splays his calloused palm up her silken thigh, glides it all the way up her hip and keeps his grip on her to stop her from moving.

“What?” She pouts knocking her nose against his's in attempt to plant her lips atop his’s, all grabby hands for him, “You’re not havin’ any of me kisses.” He tuts, eyes dark and murky.

“But why!!?” She whines trying to cup his cheeks and just squish them awful good but he gives her a pointed look and doubles back, away from her.

“You know why, little one.” At that she gives him a nasty narrow squint of her peepers and mutters grouchily, “I hate you.”

“What did ye' just say?” He pushes her closer with one tug that elicits tiny gasp from her, his lip thin in annoyance, “I said I hate you!” She huffs crossing her arms and it makes her breast appear more plump.

In all reality, she’s too stubborn to tell him that she’s feeling terribly needy.

“Say tha’ again, I dare you.” Harry demands with tinge of surprise in his growl and she hisses in frustration adjusting the loose heavy shoulder of her dress, “I said, I hate you and this dress, ‘s so itchy. just w’na go home —-,” Her blabbing fades into a squeaky gasp upon the sharp sting of Harry’s hand against her bottom.

“What happened Sugar? Did cat caught ye’ tongue?” He grits wrapping his warm hand around her throat wanting to choke the battiness out of her, but rather it turns her into a melty puddle of a softie.

“Over my lap.” He says firmly.

“No.”

He doesn’t give her time and positions her himself horizontally on his thighs, elbows pressed into seat and raises her bum with the support of his knee, pinching her cheek teasingly to warn her.

He tries not to coo as she looks ethereal in the glittery dress that's now bunched in Harry’s fist atop her spine to expose her itty bittys and she mewls prettily when Harry spanks her asscheek watching it jiggle then does it again and again, on her last count she’s dripping down her thighs stickily.

“What a filthy little brat,” He groans adam apple bobbing from the vigour of heat spreading in his body as he inspects her wet holes with middle finger making her squirmy and whiny from his feathery touches, “Proper soaked just from gettin' spanked.” He traces the lace delicates of her panties and presses his thumb against her bundle of nerves to feel the throb from his touch.

He pulls her back up and squishes her cheeks to pucker her rosy lips, pecks it heartily, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished baby?” His tone gentler now. Realising that she shouldn’t slip too deep before they reach home.

She snuggles into the crook of his neck and hums, guiding his hand to her sore bum to make him rub the burn he left on her ass.

“Uhmm. ‘cos didn’t behave nice, acted bad ...” Her voice slurry from desire and yearn. If it wouldn’t be for his grasp on her waist she’d have gotten off on his meaty thigh long gone, “And?” He arches his brow sceptically drawing soothing circles on her flesh.

“And that I said, I hate daddy ‘n the dress he gifted me ....” His heart thumps a bit from the statement but the rational part in him assures him that she was just bumbled about him being too distant from her.

“And what do bad girls get?”

“Punished.” She mumbles into his throat and he nods, kisses her hair and cups the nape of her neck to give it a tender squeeze.

How much she acts like a spoiled brat sometimes; he still always makes sure she’s in her comfort zone and knows why she’s getting treated that way.

“I love you, baby sweets. But .... it doesn’t mean you’d not get your punishment.” She was about to protest and throw a tantrum but the car comes to an halt right infront of the large dark doors of mansion.

Tranquil air fills with her giggly shrieks when Harry gets outside and throws her over his shoulder with an ease, his grin wicked as she squeals out “No's" grabbing onto one of the door-frames in the hallway but it’s all vain since he’s way stronger than her little grip.

Once in their room, he’s flipping her into heaps of pillows and catches her calf when she tries to crawl away in hurry.

Her eyes widen and she looks down with a pout upon hearing the rip of her dress, “Liked it.” She mummers sadly.

“Thought it was too itchy,” Harry shrugs pushing her up towards the bedhead and ducks down to speck soft kisses against her collarbones, mouth foaming at the sight of her tits spilling out of her lingerie.

“No! Was just —.. fuck ...” She keens out a moan bucking her core to grind against his thigh when he nooks his knuckle between her sloppy pussy lips and twists her panties pushing them up scruffily into her mound feeling the flutter of her clitoris, the sheer fabric of it giving the right amount of friction to get her to an orgasm.

Her wet gasps and moans fogs into Harry’s mouth as he kisses her with unyielding roughness, hot bubbles popping in her belly ready to spread the nice feeling inside her, holding her down when he knows what he’s gonna do next will turn her into batshit crazy.

He pulls back. Both. His hand and his mouth away from her.

She blinks, with a lazy smile first then the realization dawns upon her and she’s grappling for his sides but he takes her wrists and pins them down.

“Daddy no!” She growls a whine and he just sits on his heels and admires the mess he created out of her, flustered and sheened in sweat, all soft and pudging to litter her skin with marks and bites, his cock warming up in his pants, “Please daddy I want you.” The whites of her eyes enviable and glassy from the frustrated tears that are collecting at her waterline.

Though, Harry stays adamant because those innocent coy eyes are her best weapon and ties her wrists to the bedpost without saying a word to her.

“You brought this on y'self, baby.” He tugs the bound to make sure it’s not too tight and moves back to get rid of his pants, his prick bloated and throbbing from ridges, slaps against his lower belly it’s head coated with precum.

“Now you’re g'na watch me jerk myself off and cover ye' pretty tummy with my cum, might lick it off from you.” She shivers at his words. Toes curling as she silently pleads with a parted mouth and barely open eyelids.

His nostrils flares, howling groan slipping through his lips as he spits in his palm and wraps it around his fat girth slicking his fist up and all the way down to give some relief to his balls.

He dips down and sucks onto her lower lip, “Knows your safe word right?” He asks shoulders jolting when he slops the bulbous crown of his prick against her clit in slow circles.

“Yes, yellow.” She breathes out delicately hoping he slips into her soon but Harry has other plans as he squeezes himself more, swiping the dollops of white thickness from the crown of his prick and brings his thumb to stuff her mouth shut with that.

“What a greedy kitten.” He tuts in mock when she eagerly swirls her tongue around his thumb creating soft sucking noises, she gags around his digit, eyeballs rolling to her skull when Harry slides her damp panties away and strokes his cock against her drippy hole.

“Hmm. Feels good.” He husks pushing into her, but not stuffing her full and that makes her whimper. She glides her feet around his spine to push him into her and her squishy sloppy walls tries to swallow him whole.

Everything just feels too hot and overwhelming. Him fondling his shaft from where he isn’t soaked into her warmth and her tiny whines and whimpers as he teases and edges her.

“Daddy ‘m sorry!” She squeaks out breathlessly clamping down onto him, “I bet you’re.” He moans out, that one sweaty curl dangling and tickling her forehead.

“That’s the most prettiest sound I’ve heard.” At his praise she just turns into a puddle and wiggles for more.

“You’re g'na make me cum.” He kisses his teeth and she digs her feet into his back not knowing if she’s allowed to come too and not having a voice to ask for his permission.

She gulps. Eyelids fluttering. Her cheeks blushy and peachy, listening to his deep moans that whirls within the pit of his chest as he fills her pussy with warm ribbons of cum that sticks to her already soppy walls and then pulls out to empty himself on her tummy as he promised.

Moments later the room echoes with her treacly yearning whimpers and blubbers of Harry’s name as he licks her juices off and the his own cum that oozes out of her whenever he pushes his middle finger inside her cunt.

..

“No!” That’s why they’ve discussed it before hand, her safe word. Harry knows his baby girl and that she gives up too early, gets too overwhelmed before she could actually enjoy the good part all of it although she has a potential to be more bearing than that.

They’ve lost the count of her orgasms.

The overestimation thingy.

Harry thinks it could be the best punishment for her.

She cramps her thighs around his wrist to make him stop but he spreads them wider apart, “You could gimme another one princess, knows y’could.” He curls his fingers to caress that spongey button inside her that makes her writhe like a leaf and it definitely did.

“Shit.” Eventually she gives into him basking in the pleasure of it -- sinking down on his fingers and grinds her clit against his knuckles, her cum from her previous orgasms glistening on his skin.

“Fuck already squirting.” She didn’t realize that, too floaty in her subspace and the ecstasy until she feels his fingers rubbing inside her again.

“Daddy no, no, no ... too sensitive!” She cries out cramming her legs around his waist and pushes his chest away with her knees but Harry keeps pummelling them deeper, scissoring them and adding two more, her thighs shakes terribly a burn spreads in her limbs as the sensational craving envelopes her once again.

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, please!” She shouts out whimperishly making Harry smile and he smooches a kiss to her forehead, pressing his chest flushed to hers and cradles her jaw to make her look at him, “Cum fo’ me. You’re me good fuckin' girl – g'na come right?” She bobs her head quickly fresh tears gliding down her cheeks and Harry wipes them away immediately.

She’s flying high like a kite. Wanting him all. His hands. His touch. His cock. His cum anything she could get out of him.

His love. His attention. His constant assurances and praises, affection, tenderness and his kisses and loads ‘n loads of tiny kisses She’s always needy for that.

“’M your good girl!” She sobs out in high pitch grappling onto restraints and Harry feels this dire urge to protect his little one at all costs, “Yes you’re.” He coos brushing her hair away from her eyes and let her hide her face into his neck as she turns stiff like an arrow and creampies around his fingers, lips smushed against his cheek.

“Take a breath, honey. Yes princess just like that.” He massages her shoulder and pecks it to calm her down upon feeling her heartbeat go wild after she comes.

She shakes in his arms whilst Harry showers her in kisses lining himself against her entrance and sheathes into her in a slick, their moans melting as he buries himself deep till her belly and cum spurts out from her cunt with his each hard thrust and it drips down her bum and onto already splotched sheets.

White dots wafts past her eyelids, arms shaking and lip wobbling as she feels it hit like a train. Getting pooled into utter bliss of many orgasms, feeling a rupturing dose of euphoria cocooning her.

She feels like she’s on paradise and somebody’s calling her through the white noise but she’s unable to respond all she could do’s blabber nonsense while trying to stop squirming.

Then she gets familiar to that gentle voice, the cosiness of that hand holding onto her free ones now and the softness of those lips against her forehead.

“Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.” He gets anxious a little bit when she stays droopy and unresponsive like a sunflower at nights.

A huge grin adorns his after climax blissed out features when she obeys him and gives a lil squish to his palm, “There y’go baby sugar. Y'alright honey?” He kisses the tip of her nose when she just blinks up at him weepily.

“Daddy.” Her voice scratchy and awfully feeble from all of the screaming and moaning.

“No daddy. ‘S just Harry, I love you pet. So much of it come back to me, please?” He almost pleads corking his mind to think what would bring her back from her fragile state since she has never slipped past from him this deep ever.

She whines at the hollowness she feels in her tummy when he pulls out catefully from her with a squelching noise and hisses even when the sheets rustles against her folds, “So sensitive.” Harry murmurs trailing honeyed kisses into the softest flesh of her thighs.

“Yes daddy, but want you!” Harry’s brows shoots up into shock and he slips his forearm under her to hug her tight, “’M right her bubba.” She cuddles into him and yawns fumbling with his sides listening to his pacific breathing.

“Guess we gotta give this little one a sleepy bath.” He mutters into her hair, nails scratching soothingly up her neck and twirling her downsy baby curls.

“I love you.” She rasps out rubbing the sleepiness in her eyes with the back of her hand, “I love you too -- would you like if I lit up some candles in the bathroom? Y’favourite ones?” He thinks it might help her get out of her subby state.

“No. Just you.” She pouts battling the sleepiness away and clings to him when he walks them to bathroom and sits them into the cold tub, he wrapped her around him in a way she doesn’t come in contact with the coldness of it as they wait for it fill with bubbling water (Y/N was too sensitive and clingy that he knew if he’d away parted away she’d have cried endlessly.)

No words were exchanged as she almost slept on his chest and drooled all over him.

“Cutie.” Harry giggles softly pecking her parted snoring lips and cleans himself and her gently.

Gets his most worn out clothes, the one that could tell another person in a beat that she belongs to him from the smell alone.

She slings her thigh around his waist and smashes her face under his chin, canoodling into him with a little tired purr.

He was petting her head and running his hand over her back that when she mumbled into her sleep, rubbing her cheek up and down his chest, Harry stopped and ducked down to kiss her forehead feeling love bursting through his insides.

“I love you, Harry.” Was what she mumbled. He's just too much in love with his soft little button.

[mxchellesworld]

punk rock princess

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; where spencer’s working on the final paper for his third phd meanwhile you take on the task of making sure he takes a break.

warnings; smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, sub!spence if you squint, nipple piercings;),

a/n; i’m not saying this is my fantasy but .. this is my fantasy,, inspired by this song, y’all know the drill. you don't have to listen while reading but i always love to set the vibe. lastly y/n doesn't have any mentioned features or looks besides piercings/tattoos,, the rest is all up to you:)

pls send in feedback!

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A shiver crawled down your spine from the first squirt of dye hitting your scalp. The bubblegum pink shade being a change from the firey red which inhabited your head a mere 24 hours prior.

The process was muscle memory at this point. Brushing out your hair then parting and sectioning it off. However that was the only methodical part. The fun was in slapping on the dye, not a single worry about staining your hands or neck.

The sounds of heavy drums and bass guitar bounced off the walls in the bathroom of the small apartment. Even though the door was shut it wasn't enough to stop the sound from flowing into the living room where your boyfriend was working.

Spencer sat at the dining table, flipping through copious amounts of folders and books. His third thesis in the process of being written. The computer screen in front of him looking back with a mocking glow. Since apparently things had to be digital now.

Your feet padding on the wooden floor made him look up from the pages. Humming to the music as you walked into your bedroom. Then back out a few seconds later holding a towel and robe.

A small smile tugged across his face. Ever since you had moved in together he loved to watch your day to day actions. The way you played your music concerningly loud, your skincare routine which included cleaning your facial piercings. What fascinated him the most was that in the 13 months you’d been together he’d seen you dye your hair 7 times.

Not including any touch ups.

He stood from his place at the table, making his way to the bathroom. Two quick rasps on the door to check if you were decent. The action made you giggle.

“Come in!” you called, “I don’t know why you knock weirdo you’ve seen me naked plenty of times.”

A blush spread across his cheeks from both your words and your state of undress. His eyes tried to focus on the splotches of color on the counter, keeping the blood flowing to the head on his shoulders.

But it was hard when the sheer bralette you had on did very little to hide the metal bars in each of your breasts.

“Spence?” you said snapping a fingers in front of him.

He cleared his throat, eyes snapping to your face which held a smirk.

“Are uh those n-new?” he questioned, hand going to scratch the nape of his neck.

The usual silver balls at the end of the bars were now tiny jewell hearts. The color was a little hard to tell due to the material of your bra but from the change in your hair he could almost bet money they were also pink.

With swift hands you unclipped your bra and threw it on the closed toilet seat before turning to face him.

“Got them when I bought the dye yesterday,” you said pushing your boobs up with your hands, “You like?”

Spencer’s eyes were as big as saucers, frantically nodding, “Y-yeah they look nice.”

You dropped your hands to your hips, tugging off the shorts you had on. The wide brown eyes before you couldn’t get any bigger, trailing down your frame stopping to admire the bar in your belly button along with the ink which littered your ribs.

He watched as you got to your knees, turning on the bath faucet. You dipped your head under the water, a stream of pink filling the tub.

The slope of your spine bent over was a sight he'd seen more than enough times. He could pinpoint the beauty marks on your left shoulder, the small sun he sketched which ended up permanently on the back of your neck. But if he let his gaze drift a little further south he could see how deliciously the dark lace looked barley covering up your most intimate parts.

A smack to his calf got his attention.

“Earth to Spencer! Can you hand me the shampoo,” you asked which came out sounding a bit muffled.

He quickly scurried to the tub and reached over to grab the bottle, squeezing a bit of gel onto your open palm.

"I'm gonna go work on my thesis some more," Spencer said slowly shutting the door behind him.

Making his way back to the living room, he pulled a few files and sat down on the couch. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and red pen between his teeth and he stared in concentration.

They were the same words he had read over and over again. The lack of sleep causing a dull ache in his skull.

"You need to take a break love," you said walking over and sitting next to Spencer on the couch.

"I did take one," he argued back flipping through the file.

"Gawking at me before I shower for 2 minutes isn't a break," you said with a giggle, the warmth flooding back to his cheeks, "Cmon 25 minutes at least without a file in your hand. "

When he didn't respond you took matters into your own hands. Ripping the file from his grasp, earning a grumble of disapproval before you straddled his hips. Your arms circled his neck and your hands went straight to the back of his scalp, fingertips running in soothing motions.

"Isn't this so much better baby," you asked whispering in his ear.

He nodded quickly, staying silent as he let his actions speak louder. His large palms went right to your plush hips. Bucking up as he led you to grind yourself on his lap.

Letting his hands explore the material of your satin rope he could feel the lack of undergarments on your frame. Spencer dared to let his hands dip under the black fabric and take each one of your cheeks in the palm of your hand with a gentle squeeze.

You could feel his cock stiffening under you. If you looked down you'd probably be able to see a wet spot on his sweats, most likely a mix of your arousals.

Leaning forward you let your lips attack his neck, placing sloppy kisses sure to leave marks. The process of licking and biting making Spencer hold onto you tighter, almost as if he had his very own vampire to mark him up.

Trailing up to his ear you bit on the lobe before whispering, "Tell me what you need baby."

Lust filled brown orbs met your own as you each continued your steady grind.

"Please fuck me," he pleaded.

If only he knew how wrapped around his finger you were. As pretty as he sounded begging you'd give him anything.

You pulled the metal frames off his face, tossing them to the other side of the couch. He had complained one too many times about foggy glasses during sex. No matter how cute you thought he looked.

Your hands slid down his torso and reached to pull down his sweats. His precum soaked length was heavy in your hands. Pretty pink tip leaky and throbbing already. The first few pumps had whiny moans slipping from his lips, red from biting so hard.

"Unwrap me baby, it's all for you," you said tilting your head down, motioning to the strings holding your robe together.

Quickly he let his slender fingers go to the ends, a swift tug and it was like opening a gift on Christmas. Leaning forward he let his lips wrap around one of your nipples. A strangled moan leaving your mouth from the stimulation.

With a raise of your hips you lined his cock with your opening before sliding down. You both sighed at the same time, the feeling of him stretching you out and your warm walls hugging his length was just too good.

Slowly you rocked your hips testing the waters, soft gasps and curses left your lips. You could feel very vein and inch stuffed inside you.

Spencer on the other hand was having an out of body experience, there wasn't an inch of your skin which was left untouched. Unkissed. After you were settled he raised his hips meeting you halfway with each thrust.

"You're doing so well baby," you cooed down at him, "You love when I ride you hm? Best fucking seat in the house."

His eyes shut closed in pleasure as your pace quickened, "Love it so much. So so pretty," he mumbled out.

His arms pulled you close again. Chest to chest as you continued your movements. Your lips met in a lazy kiss, panting in each others mouths when you ran out of air.

You could feel him pulsating inside you. The iron grip he had on your hips as he helped drive you up and down on his cock was sure to feel sore the next day. His shoulders were sure to have corresponding crescent marks from your nails digging in.

"Touch me Spence m'so close love," you said breathlessly.

One of his hands fell down to the space where you both connected. Skilled fingers rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves in quick circular motions.

Loud moans escaped your lips. Your head fell back to the familiar junction of his neck and shoulder, biting the skin in order to stifle your noises of pleasure.

"Y/n I can't hold it any longer, please cum with me," he whimpered out.

Nodding your head you grabbed onto the back of his neck, "Right behind you baby. Let go for me, I got you."

With a few more upward thrusts you felt him pull you down onto his cock, warmth spreading in your tummy. The feeling of his seed filling you up and his euphoric groans sent you over the edge.

You both rode out your orgasms, swiveling hips and satisfactory sighs of release leaving your lips.

After a few minutes of content silence listening to the music still flowing through the hall you moved to get up, the sticky mess between your thighs less than comfortable.

Warm arms kept you in place, denying your movement.

"Spence I gotta clean up," you said trying to push yourself off his chest.

"If I remember correctly you said at least 25 minutes and from my calculations I have 3 minutes and 38 seconds left of cuddle time," the lanky man under you said matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes, sighing but resting your head back on his shoulder, "If I get a UTI thats 3 minutes and 38 seconds of me playing screamo in your ear at full volume."

With one last squeeze he kissed the side of your head, the scent of ammonia only sightly bothering him, "Worth it."

[dadbodosamu]

chemistry

Miya Osamu x Cis!Fem Reader x Miya Atsumu

WARNINGS: mutual masturbation, degradation, bullying, college au, they go to princeton but that’s not important, manhandling, Osamu has a jacob’s ladder bc i couldn’t resist, one (1) instance of daddy, squirting

3.3k words

You nearly groaned out loud as you saw Osamu and Atsumu making their way towards you. Could you not have one day without them making your life a living hell? You went to turn around, maybe to run, but a long, strong arm slung across your shoulders.

“Ah, ah, ah, where do ya think yer goin’, princess?” Atsumu asked.

“Yeah, don’t ya wanna see yer only friends?” Osamu asked, pinching your cheek a little too hard to be considered friendly.

“We’re not friends,” you mumbled, hugging your laptop to your chest. “Please leave me alone, I just want to study.”

“Study?” Atsumu asked. He laughed.

“We all know yer too dumb to pass anyway,” Osamu said.

“Why study if yer gonna fail anyway?” Atsumu asked.

Your face burned from embarrassment. You were currently failing one class, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get the hang of it. It sucked when your bullies were right.

“Maybe we should cut her some slack, Tsumu,” Osamu said. “If she fails, she’ll lose her scholarship and then who would we taunt?”

“Yer right, Samu,” Atsumu said. He turned you around back towards the library, your original destination. “Don’t worry, princess, Samu ‘nd I’ll help ya.”

“It’ll be hard gettin’ the information through yer thick head,” Osamu said, knocking his knuckle against your head painfully. “But we’ll do it.”

“Yer failin’ chemistry, right?” Atsumu asked. He opened the door to a private study room and shoved you in. You stumbled, catching yourself on the table and nearly dropping your laptop.

“Please, just leave me alone,” you said, standing up. “I can study by myself.”

“Aw, where’s the fun in that, sweetheart?” Osamu asked, pulling out a chair. He pushed you down into it and sat next to you.

“Don’t worry, we’ll set up a rewards system,” Atsumu said, sliding into the chair on your other side.

“For every question ya get right, Tsumu and I’ll take somethin’ off,” Osamu said.

“What? Why would I want that?” You asked, scoffing.

“Because, if ya get us naked,” Atsumu said. He looked at Osamu with a smirk. “We’ll let ya watch us get off.”

“Again, why would I want that?” You asked. Your stomach tightened at the thought of watching the twins jerk themselves off. The sounds they’d make. You bit your lip.

“Of course, there’s gotta be somethin’ in it for us,” Osamu said.

“Every question ya get wrong, ya gotta strip,” Atsumu said. He tugged at your jacket. “Hope ya got a lot of layers on.”

“No, no way,” you said.

“It’s cute ya think ya have a choice,” Osamu said. “Get yer work out.”

You opened your laptop, pulling up your chemistry homework.

“Question one,” Atsumu said. “What group of elements are all diatomic?”

You reached down to grab your textbook, only to have Osamu snatch it out of your hands.

“Ah, no cheating, sweetheart,” he said, smirking at you. “Answer the question.”

“Um, group eighteen, noble gases,” you guessed. Osamu tutted and pulled your jacket off your shoulders.

“Such a dumbass,” Atsumu said, leaning back and crossing his arms. “That’s high school chemistry.”

“Try again,” Osamu said, tossing your jacket across the table.

“Come on, ya should know this one,” Osamu said. So far, you’d lost your jacket, both of your shoes, and your shirt. The twins had lost their shoes and Osamu had lost his sweater while Atsumu was currently shirtless.

“Um, bromine has seven valence electrons,” you said.

Osamu grinned and pulled his t-shirt off as Atsumu unzipped his pants.

“Good girl,” Atsumu said, pushing his jeans down. You pointedly ignored the way his cock strained against his briefs, instead reading the next question.

“What is the oxidation state of chlorine, barium, potassium, and phosphorus?” Osamu asked.

“Uh, chlorine is negative one, barium is positive two, potassium is positive one, and phosphorus is… positive three?” You said.

Atsumu hissed. “So close, princess.”

“Phosphorus is negative three,” Osamu said. Atsumu reached behind you and smoothly undid your bra.

You instinctively crossed your arms as he pulled your bra off.

“Uh-uh,” Osamu said, tugging your arms away from your chest. Your breasts bounced heavily as the twins eyed you.

“Cute,” Atsumu said, pinching your nipple. You bit your lip to keep from moaning as Osamu groped your other breast.

“These tits almost make ya worth somethin’,” Osamu said.

“Maybe we should let her fail,” Atsumu said, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “We can just keep her around for her tits.”

Osamu leaned down and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t stop the moan that left your mouth.

“O-Osamu,” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer.

“Next question,” Atsumu said, still squeezing your breast. “What group of elements is almost completely nonreactive?”

You struggled to think as Osamu’s tongue flicked against your nipple.

“No- fuck, Osamu- Noble gases,” you moaned. “Group eighteen.”

Osamu pulled back with a pop.

“Maybe yer not as dumb as we thought,” he said. He unzipped his jeans, momentarily pausing to palm his cock.

“I dunno, Samu,” Atsumu said, running his fingers under the elastic of his briefs. “Still think this head is empty.”

Atsumu pushed his briefs down. You swallowed thickly as his cock sprung out, bobbing heavily before resting against his toned stomach. His cock was longer than any you’d seen in person and thick enough that you knew just from looking at it that your fingers wouldn’t meet if you wrapped your hand around it. Your mouth watered as he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft and gave it a slow stroke. He moaned breathlessly.

“Next question,” Osamu asked. You tore your eyes away from Atsumu, licking your lips as Osamu asked the next question.

“Um, helium, neon, argon, krypton, xenon, and radon,” you said, glancing back at Atsumu. He was still slowly stroking his cock, head thrown back and the smallest moans leaving his lips.

Osamu snapped and raised an eyebrow. “That all?”

“Damn it, uh, fluorine?” You guessed.

“Lose the skirt,” Osamu said. You hesitantly stood up. You bit your lip as you ran your thumb along the hem of your skirt. You almost regretted wearing your lacy panties, but that had been the only clean pair of underwear you had. Anyway, at least you hadn’t worn your period panties. The last thing you needed was Osamu and Atsumu seeing you in your blood stained granny panties.

Atsumu let out a low whistle as your skirt fell around your ankles, revealing the white lace thong you were wearing.

“Were ya expectin’ to be a slut today?” Atsumu asked.

“Who would want to see ya in those, anyway?” Osamu asked, eyeing you as you sat back down.

You almost responded that they obviously wanted to see you in them, but you bit your tongue.

“What’s the next question?” You asked.

“What groups make up the periodic table?” Atsumu asked.

You opened your mouth to answer when Osamu’s hand landed on your bare thigh.

“The alkali metals,” you started. Osamu’s large hand moved, and his fingers fiddled with the hem of your panties. “Alkaline earth metals, transition metals are groups three through twelve, triels…”

Osamu’s hand slid under your panties.

“She’s soaked, Tsumu,” Osamu said, spreading your folds with his fingers.

“Shut up ‘nd let her answer the damn question,” Atsumu said. He pumped his cock, still at the same slow pace he had before.

“Tetrels,” you said. You shivered as Osamu pressed two fingers against your clit. “The pnictogens, chalcogens…” Osamu’s fingers moved slowly around over your clit, following the same pace as Atsumu. You moaned and spread your legs wider.

“Look at her, spreadin’ her legs like a slut,” Osamu said.

“Keep goin’,” Atsumu said. You didn’t know who he was talking to, but you continued.

“Halogens and noble gases,” you finished. You nearly whined as Osamu pulled his hand away.

“Good girl,” he said, pushing his boxers down. You greedily eyed him as he released his cock. Just as long as Atsumu’s and visibly thicker with a slight curve to the left and five piercings running along the underside. You licked your lips as he wrapped his hand around it, thumbing the slit.

“What are the families of the periodic table?” Osamu read. He moaned as he gently squeezed his cock, a bead of precum forming at the tip. You swallowed. “Want a taste, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from nodding. Osamu scooped the precum up with his thumb and pushed it between your lips. You reached up to grab his wrist as you licked the bitter liquid away. You moaned as he shoved his thumb deeper in your mouth.

“Answer the question,” Atsumu said. “Come on, it’s the last one, princess.”

You went to pull away from Osamu, but he grabbed the back of your neck and jerked you back, gagging you on his thumb.

“I didn’t say stop,” Osamu said. “Now, answer the question.”

Your voice was muffled by Osamu’s thumb.

“What was that? I can’t understand ya,” Atsumu said. “Speak clearly.”

You whined around Osamu’s thumb.

“Don’t know the answer?” Osamu asked, thrusting his thumb in your mouth. He smirked as you gagged again.

“Guess ya lose yer underwear,” Atsumu said. Osamu pulled his hand away from your mouth.

“I know the answer!” You cried.

“G’head, sweetheart,” Osamu said. He gently rolled his balls in his hand.

“The lithium family, beryllium family, the transition metals don’t have a family name, boron family, carbon family, nitrogen family, oxygen family, fluorine family, and helium/neon family,” you said. You smiled as the twins both leaned back, pumping their cocks at different paces. Atsumu was still stroking himself slowly while Osamu pumped himself off faster.

“Still think ya should lose yer panties,” Osamu said. He slowed down, squeezing his cock as precum leaked from the tip. “I wanna see that cute, lil cunt o’ yers.”

“I got the question right,” you said. You watched as he reached over to you, popping the elastic of your panties against your skin.

“Come on, let us see that needy pussy,” Atsumu said. “Yer already makin’ a mess of ‘em anyway.”

You bit your lip as you pushed your hips up, wrapping your thumbs around the sides of your panties and pulling them down. Osamu snatched them from you.

“Now, get up on the table and spread yer legs,” Osamu said. “Wanna see how ya touch yerself.”

You pushed your laptop out over the way, hopping up on the table and bracing your feet on a knee from each twin.

“Didn’t even argue,” Atsumu said. “Maybe she’s startin’ to get it.”

You ignored him as you reached down, rubbing a circle over your clit. You let out a soft moan.

“Fuck, she’s already leakin’ all over the table,” Osamu said. His hand moved faster. “Finger yerself fer us.”

“Fuck,” you hissed as you slipped two fingers in your tight hole. Atsumu threw his head back before lazily looking back at you.

“Feel good?” Atsumu asked. You nodded and moaned desperately.

“Imagine how much better it’d feel if it were my fingers in ya,” Osamu said. He squeezed around the base of his cock and groaned. You thrusted your fingers deeper as he fisted his cock.

“Please,” you whimpered. “Want you to touch me.”

“Hear that, Tsumu?” Osamu asked. “Lil slut wants me t’ touch her cunt.”

“Fuck you,” Atsumu growled. “I’d get her off faster and better than ya any day o’ the week.”

“Oh, yeah?” Osamu asked. “I’d have her cummin’ on my cock ‘fore I could even bottom out.”

“Fuck off,” Atsumu said, moaning as his cock twitched.

“Gonna cum already?” Osamu asked. “Like ya’d even last long enough t’ fuck her.”

You moaned loudly as your fingers scissored your walls open. Both twins snapped to face you as you threw your head back.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Osamu cooed. Your walls clenched around your fingers. “Gonna cum fer us?”

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed as your free hand squeezed your breast. You rolled your nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

“Rub yer clit,” Atsumu said. You pulled your fingers out of your cunt and rubbed them over your clit furiously.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried. Your toes curled and the knot in your stomach tightened. Osamu groaned, pumping his cock at the same pace as your fingers.

“Wanna see ya cum,” Osamu said. “Cum fer me.”

You cried out as your vision went spotty and your eyes rolled back into your head. Your walls clenched around nothing as your juices gushed out, running down your skin into a puddle on the table.

“Fuck, come ‘ere,” Atsumu said. You stood up from the table, legs wobbling beneath you. “On yer knees.”

Atsumu stood up as you sank to your knees in front of him.

“Gonna cum all over that face o’ yers,” Atsumu grunted, jerking his cock quickly. You opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out, waiting patiently for him to cum. “That’s a good girl.”

Atsumu moaned as the first spurt of cum hit your tongue. He slowly pumped his cock as he covered your face with his cum. He breathed heavily as the last spurt of cum landed on your cheek.

You swallowed the cum on your tongue, licking your lips as Atsumu pulled his phone out.

“Hang yer tongue out again,” he ordered, pointing his phone’s camera towards you. “Now, that’s a sight. That’s lock screen material.”

You stuck your tongue out, looking up at Atsumu. He grabbed your tongue, pulling it out further. He let go, shoving three, long fingers down your throat. You gagged, grabbing his wrist.

“Next time, I’ll gag ya on my cock,” he said. “Wouldn’t ya like that, princess?”

You nodded as your eyes watered. He pulled his fingers out and lightly slapped your face twice.

“That’s my cockwhore,” he said, endearingly.

“My turn,” Osamu said. He grabbed your arm and yanked you towards him. You yelped as your knees slid painfully over the rough carpet.

Osamu was still seated, stroking his thick cock with your underwear around his hand.

“Come ‘ere,” Osamu said, pulling you up. He pulled you into his lap. He spread your legs over his and grabbed your hips as his cock slotted between you folds. You moaned as the tip of his cock hit your clit with every thrust he made.

“Fuck me,” you moaned, grabbing onto his forearms.

“Ya want my cock?” He asked, slowly grinding it against your wet folds. You nodded. “Just the tip.”

Osamu reached down and lined his cock up with your entrance. The fat, mushroomed head popped past the tight ring of muscles, resting just inside your walls. You moaned and ground against him, wanting him deeper.

“Ah, ah, I said just the tip,” Osamu said. He squeezed your hips painfully as he guided you along the tip of his cock. You whined as the tip went in and out of you.

“More, more,” you begged. Osamu shook his head and reached around you, rubbing your clit.

“‘M gonna make ya cum on my cock, okay, sweetheart?” Osamu asked. You nodded desperately.

Atsumu snapped another picture of your fucked out face as you leaned your head back on Osamu’s shoulder.

“Get a picture of her cunt,” Osamu said. Atsumu held the camera down in front of your cunt, snapping pictures as the head of Osamu’s cock teased you. Atsumu flashed the pictures to you and Osamu.

“Now that’s lock screen worthy,” Osamu said. “Send that to me.”

The picture was lewd. Osamu’s fingers spreading you out, revealing your swollen clit and the head of his cock halfway in you. You moaned.

“Gonna cum?” Osamu asked. You nodded, digging your nails into his forearms. Your legs shook as Atsumu pushed them further apart.

You cried out as Osamu slapped his cock against your clit. He shoved the head back in your walls before they clamped down on him. You came hard, juices squirting out of you, making a mess on Osamu’s thighs. He groaned as your cum leaked down his cock, covering his balls.

He ground against you as cum shot out of his cock, part of it filling you up before he pulled out, letting the rest of it land on your used pussy.

“That’s a picture worth taking,” Atsumu said, snapping a photo of your cum covered cunt as your chest heaved.

Osamu moved your legs together, reaching down and tugging your panties up. He stood you up on wobbly legs and pulled your panties into place over your cunt.

“I wanna see my cum still on ya later when ya touch yerself,” Osamu said. You nodded. “Now, what do ya say since we so graciously helped ya with yer chemistry? And we even rewarded ya so nicely.”

“Thank you,” you said, looking down at your feet.

“Thank you, what?” Atsumu asked. You looked up at him.

“Thank you, sir,” you mumbled. Atsumu smiled.

“What about Samu?” He asked.

“Thank you…” You paused and your face heated up at your thought. You’d almost called him daddy. He’d never let you live it down if you did.

“G’head, sweetheart, say it,” Osamu said, smirking.

“Thank you, daddy,” you said, quietly.

“Good girl,” he said, patting your head like a dog. “Now get dressed, I don’t wanna see yer slutty body anymore.”

Osamu pushed you down to your knees before turning away from you and dressing himself. You glared at him as you stood back up, pulling on your skirt. You wiped your face clean on your jacket after putting on your bra and shirt, and shoved it in your bag.

Osamu shoved his sweater into your arms.

“I don’t want our cumdump catching a cold,” he said. “Who else is gonna take our loads like a good girl?”

Any girl on the campus given half the chance, you thought. You stayed silent as you tugged the oversized sweater over your head. You slung your bag over your shoulder, grabbing your laptop and textbook.

Atsumu opened the door, pushing you out of it before the twins followed you out of the library.

“Yer knees are bleedin’,” Atsumu sneered as you stepped out of the library. You glanced down. Your knees were red from scraping against the carpet and they were indeed bleeding a little bit.

“Everyone’s gonna know ya were on yer knees for us,” Osamu said. He and Atsumu laughed as you dug in your bag for something to wipe the blood away with. Atsumu pushed you onto a bench before kneeling down in front of you, holding a napkin and a bottle of water in his hands. You didn’t say anything as he cleaned your knees off. You just stared at the wind ruffling his blond hair. Osamu silently handed him two bandages. Atsumu carefully placed the bandages on your knees before Osamu grabbed your hand and jerked you up. You stumbled into him. He pushed you away, never dropping your hand.

“Come on, let’s get ya to yer dorm before ya hurt somethin’ else,” Osamu said, glaring down at you. He held your hand tighter as you tried to pull it away.

“I don’t need you to walk me to my dorm,” you said, glaring at them as Osamu pulled you along.

“Stop fuckin’ yappin’,” Atsumu said. You flipped him off.

“Fuck you,” you snapped. He flipped your skirt up, flashing the people behind you your bare ass. “Atsumu!”

“What a slut, wearin’ those panties with such a short skirt,” Osamu said. He looked back, glaring at the guy behind you. “Bet ya like havin’ guys look at ya.”

“Let me go!” You exclaimed, pulling your hand away from him. “Fuck you!”

You hugged your laptop and textbook to your chest as you stormed away from the twins.

“Hey, if ya pass yer chemistry quiz, we’ll fuck ya next time!” Osamu called, smirking.

You flipped them off before running towards your dorm.

[ares-would-be-proud]

Anon said Is it alright to request some head cannons-nsfw preferably for Reiner being in love with his precious step-sister? Like he has to take care of her so no one hurts her, and who better to take care of her then himself?

Reiner thinking he's the only man good enough for you, his precious step-sister.

{ Reiner x fem!reader | tw:stepcest, tw:possessiveness, tw:overprotective, tw:overstimulation | smut, forbidden love | modern }

{ "Mars and Venus, Allegory of Peace" 1770 by Louis-Jean-François Lagrenée 1724 - 1805 } (ha! Get it? Bc they're also siblings)

Sees it as his own job to protect and dot on you, not letting you go somewhere alone without him by your side, keeping an arm around you at all times.

Dotting in the way he never forgets your favourite snacks each time he goes to the store, takes over cooking duty when your dad and his mom go out, makes sure you're sleeping and eating well.

Being skeptical of your friends, and making his own friends get on edge if their eyes happen to stare at you for a bit too long for his liking.

Bertolt never meets your eyes because of that, even Annie just glues her eyes to her phone whenever you walk in the room.

Will literally intimidate people from even thinking of approaching you by his presence alone, you could safely walk anywhere anytime with him by your side.

And yet, with you he melts at every flutter of your eyelashes and twirl. Becoming putty in your hands with every soft touch and small peak you give his cheek.

His brain almost stops each time you smile.

And while to everyone else it seems like he's just an overprotective big brother, behind closed doors it's another story.

His hand trailing up your thighs under the dinner table while his mom tells you about her day.

His lips kissing down your neck whenever you wear that low-cut top, hands going under the fabric and tugging down your bra till your breasts spill over them.

Turning a deaf ear to your protest's about being late to your friend's house, his attention solely on sucking marks down your chest before taking a nipple between his lips and sucking while flickering the other.

By the end of it, you had to change into a long neck shirt from the amount of hickies and marks he took his sweet time leaving behind.

Is the type to take you with him places, his own personal cheerleader.

Loves making you call him big brother, even if you weren't younger he'd still demand it.

I say "demand" but in reality he's just pouting with puppy eyes.

Since your dad married his mom, he was smitten the day he saw you at the wedding.

Oh and he will literally buy you anything if you play your cards right, even if he goes broke.

Really easy to manipulate if you're willing to play the role of the cheering sweet little sister, his heart easily swaying with the sway of your short skirt, throat going dry at your honey filled voice calling him the best big brother.

Really really wants to take care of you.

Like really, will find excuses to let him take care of you and do stuff for you.

Although nothing comes without a price…

Let's just say what's normal sex for him is overstimulation for the normal person, he has insane stamina

And his cooing for you that you can give him another orgasm, just one more.

You both could be sitting on the couch, watching a movie you've been wanting to watch for a while, and he will pop a boner because the way you giggled at a scene was really adorable-

Even while knowing that his mom was just a room away—fixing both of you some dinner in the kitchen—it didn't stop your step brother from trailing his big hands up your legs, squeezing the plump of your thighs before pulling at the hem of your shorts, an intense stare in his eyes.

"Come here" he says while patting his thighs, "really missed you baby, wanna feel you against me." 

Coaxing you into giving in, not wait for a reply before letting his hands do all the work to sit you on his lap. Burying his face in your neck as his hot breath tickles your skin, almost whining about how tiring today was while his hands rub circles on your back.

You don't miss the curving of his lips when he asks if you could kiss it better for him, make your big brother feel better.

His hands start trailing up and down your back instead, feeling the softness of your shirt, the curve of your ass, circling around your waist before going up again, adding just enough pressure to loosen any tense muscle you might have.

You try not to give in despite his coaxing, mouth in a frown as you stare at the remote still clutched in your hand, the sound of the movie you were watching still playing in the background almost mocking you.

"Reiner can't this wa-" you try to brush him off but the rocking of his knee between your legs shuts you up, making your grind back against them to get more friction as you press your thighs together.

Eyes glossy as your brain gets clouded by the pleasure, your older brother bouncing you on his leg till your toes curl and mewls escape your lips. 

You hear him shushing you, murmuring how your step mom might hear you, only to grind against your dampening shorts faster.

The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter as you get closer to the edge, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your moans, your own hips pushing back against him.

His arms get a firm hold of your hips, stilling them as he stops his own leg too, mere seconds before you get that final push.

"Want your brother to make you feel really good? Want me to take care of you huh?"

You quickly nod without thinking, aching for any sort of relief. He rewards you with a kiss, slow and gentle as if you're some delicate soft thing he needs to pamper.

-

And to him, you are. That's why he took you to his room despite the growing urge to push you against the nearest surface and ram inside you,

No, your big brother would never. He sees it as his duty to protect you from everything and so it follows that he wouldn't settle for less than a soft bed and a pillow under your back.

That's why he tucks you against him the second you get on the bed, his back to the headboard with you sitting between his legs, back against his chest.

His hand slipping past the elastic band of your panties, fingers painfully slowly moving up and down your slit before parting your lips. 

Your back arching when they start toying with your puffy clit, rubbing circles around it and flickering it till your soaked panties start clinging to your wet pussy.

Brain turning into mush when his fingers shove into your sopping hole, the faster he goes the louder your whimpers get as his thick fingers thrust in and out.

His other hand put enough pressure against your stomach to keep you in place when your thighs began to quiver, the more you squirm in place when his thumb presses down your now swollen clit the more your back rubs against his hardening cock.

"Fuck- just like that." Groans slip past his lips with each roll of his hips against your ass, precum starting to seep through the fabric of his pants.

He's as desperate as you are.

It's not long before he has you creaming on his fingers, watching you unfold and shake before gushing against his hand. He slowly pulls his fingers out as sticky lines cling to them, looking at you panting with your legs still shaking, before shoving them back in and fucking your own mess back inside you.

You let out a strangled scream at the punishing pace, head lolling to the side from the overstimulation and mind going completely blank.

All sorts of compliments and soft words leave his lips, praising you as he forces a second orgasm out of you, having you turn into putty in his hand.

Too much- it's too much, you're too sensitive and barely able to form coherent sentences, a shaking quivering babbling mess, too high in pleasure to notice the tear stains down your cheeks. Attempting to finally catch your breath now that your brother is satisfied.

If only.

"You're ready for me sweetheart?" He says, voice laced with anticipation as he pats your messy cunt, making your knees buck. "Ready for your big brother's cock filling up this pretty pussy?"

One second he's tugging your soaked paintes to the side, cold sending shivers up your spine, the next he's tapping the head of his cock against your hole, pushing up your slippery folds till the tip rubs against your sensitive clit, making more tears collect clouding your vision.

Cock throbbing at just the idea of your gummy walls squeezing him inside, making his thrusts stutter and grip almost bruising against your skin. Filling his room with the sound of skin on skin slapping as his hips slam against your wet thighs

The image of your knees folded against your chest till the base of his cock disappears inside, reaching impossibly deep till he's kissing the entrance of your womb before slamming against the rough patch of skin that makes you drool.

It's driving him crazy with lust.

And despitet how much he wants nothing more than to fuck his cum inside you, fill you up and plug you with his cock, really make sure that you're tied to him for life and no other man will even think of looking your way with, he will still pull out.

Sprouts of cum rushing out his swollen cock as he pulls out with a wet pop, whie ropes painting your stomach and chest instead, going down your thighs and the curve of your ass before staining the sheets. 

Just have your brain swimming in milk and honey as you take in the afterglow, he'll run soothing circles up your thighs while you doze off to the rise and fall of his chest.

The scenes play out in perfect order in his mind. Yeah, just the thought alone is enough to make him want to go for three rounds at least till he's cumming dry. 

"Alright, spread your legs more for me, yeah just like that."

[theepisceswriter]

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 — 𝐑.𝐁

♡ Pairing: Reiner Braun x AFAB!Reader  ♡ Rating: 18 plus, MDNI! or I’ll gnaw on your ankles like corn  ♡ TW: Smut obvies besties, breeding kink like heavily, nursing mentions, lactation mention, oral (fem recieving), dirty talk, praising, a whole lot ! Also not proofread. ♡ Synopsis: Wedding night sexy and fluff with your breeding kink ridden husband Reiner  ♡ WC: 2.3k

♡ A/N: AHHHH, my first ever collab ! this is for my bby, @saccharine-darling​ ‘s Reiner and Zeke birthday collab. Thank you so much for letting me participate and giving me the experience of being in my very first collab. Congrats on your milestone yet again babes !

The welcoming aroma of lavender and rose candles that omitted a warm, soft glow throughout the dimly lit suite of the newlyweds did very little to help calm the nerves that ran like electricity through your nervous system. 

Every second your fingers ran over the see through coverup nightgown over your lingerie, not even smoothing out wrinkles anymore but giving your so awkwardly placed hands something to do; anything that kept you hidden away in the bathroom for a couple more seconds to compose yourself before you had to be met with Reiner’s hunger filled gaze.

This was nowhere near his first time seeing you naked or the first time he would ravage your body, nor would it be the last, but it was something about the newfound intimacy between you two as husband and wife that made this night especially special, the two of you right back in your honeymoon phase all over again. 

Not that you two had ever really left it. Every day with Reiner was a day you felt loved and appreciated by him and that was only amplified by 100 today. You couldn’t possibly count how many times he glanced over at you with that loving doe look in his eyes that just screamed ‘Finally, you’re my wife.’ And you could’ve sworn that you saw tears slip from his hazel eyes the moment he saw you cladded in your silk white wedding dress, done up the prettiest he had ever seen you, as you walked down the aisle towards him.

He made sure to let everyone know that he was proud of his beautiful bride by holding you close to his side the whole day, arm hardly ever leaving from around your waist and always ready to sing praises about you to whoever would listen.

And now that the two of you were alone he was ready to appreciate you in a different way, the way he knew best.

“Come on, love. There’s no need for you to act all shy around me now,” His voice beckons you from the other side of the door, “I want to see my pretty bride in all her glory.

He lounged on the large California king sized bed situated in the middle of the room with nothing but briefs attached to his body, toned chest prickled slightly with stray blonde hairs that glimmered against the golden light of the lit candles, as he awaited your arrival. Any time spent away whether it was a couple of days or a handful of minutes while you got ready in the bathroom was always excruciating for him to deal with.

With hesitant fingers you twisted at the doorknob until the door opened wide enough for Reiner’s eyes to meet yours with something like a sly smirk painting his features the moment he saw the lace lingerie that hugged your body in all the right places.

It was his words and the expression on his face that gave you enough confidence to step from behind the bathroom door, finally putting your whole body on display for him to see as you made your way over to the bed.

He wastes no time at all, the moment your knees hit the cushioning of the bed he already has his large hands at your waist groping the skin that couldn’t all fit into the restraints of your undergarments and pulling you into his lap, forcing you to straddle his large thighs.

 Immediately his lips find their way on yours, wanting and hungry as he practically devours them with open mouth kisses with the occasional tongue slipping past your lips just to get whatever taste of you he could right now.

His fingers traced the irregular pattern of the lace adorning your skin, continuing the pattern up your abdomen until he reaches the mounds of your breasts where he transitions to a grope, his hand nearly covering every square inch of the skin except for the gaps in between his fingers. 

Breaking away from the kiss with a trail of saliva still connecting you two, hooded darkened hazel eyes looked up at you with nothing short of admiration, “Look at you,” The blonde nearly growled out in a feral tone, “So, so pretty and dressed up just for me. Too bad I’m going to ruin it, hm?”

His words bring flutters to the deepest parts of your abdomen, making the already damp spot that had begun to collect on your underwear accumulate even more. He always had that type of effect on you.

Peeling off the cover up that hid the rest of your body from him, he discarded it on the floor and was quick to do the same with your bra next. The warmth and moistness of his mouth engulfed your nipple and large areola with ease, already knowing exactly where to direct his mouth after doing so plenty of times, before beginning to suckle on it gently as if he were nursing from you while his other hand flicked over your other nipple getting it prepared next.

“That feels so good, Rei.” Your moans only encouraged him on more, his suckling becoming slightly harder and his tongue flicking faster once he moved on to the other nipple. 

“I can’t wait until these are filled to the brim and leaking with milk once you’re carrying our child,” he nuzzles his face between the valley of your breast, sucking on the skin there and leaving a few hickies before motorboating and pulling away completely.

Ruin is exactly what he planned to do with you tonight. In seconds you were being flipped onto your back, not hard enough that it hurt but with enough force to leave you confused and shocked before you realized your positions had been switched. It left him with the perfect opportunity to lean down and rip your panties quite literally off of your lower torso completely, mumbling about how he was going to buy you even prettier ones in the future as he trailed kisses down your legs. Making sure to stop and give extra attention to the areas on the inside of your thigh that he knew would make you squirm up against him.

“Fuck,” Just the sight of your cunt adorned with arousal alone had him ready to cum undone, rough finger pads moving your lips around to observe the beauty that was you. 

“I’m the luckiest man on earth. I must be to have someone as beautiful as you, love.” The words leave his lips in a tone that doesn’t allow it to come off as anything short of a fact because in his heart it was. 

Spreading your legs further apart with the placement of his arms, he allowed a long trail of saliva to escape from between his lips and fall directly over your sensitive bud, sending shivers up your spine, before leaning down and adding on to the mess he created with his saliva by moving his tongue in a way that only accumulated more. It didn’t matter how much you squirmed beneath him or tried to move your hips against his mouth at a pace that wouldn’t have you cumming as fast as he was going to, he wasn’t going to slow down.

His lips isolated directly over your clit and collected all the wetness he could in his mouth as he continued abusing it with pleasure. His face was soaked in your juices at this point and that only made it all the more better for him; Reiner getting just as much pleasure as you the more he made you feel good.

“Oh, fuck baby,” the words left your lips in a broken moan that borderlined a choke and something about the way your husband hummed against your cunt in surprise let you know that he knew you were close as well,

“I know darling, I know. Go ahead and cum all over my tongue like the good girl you are.” 

Removing himself from your cunt with pop, he allowed only those words to be spoken before he went right back to work. Even going the extra mile and slipping two fingers inside of you to give your pussy something to clench around for the meantime. 

And it wasn’t long after that, that your thighs clenched tight around the sides of his head and your fingers found themselves entangled in his blonde locks as you rode your orgasm out on his tongue. Your hips bucking wildly up against his mouth that he gladly left open for you to use and small ‘thank you’s escaping with gasps from your lips.

A kiss to each inner thigh was given before Reiner merely situated his lower torso between your waist instead of his face, gathering your legs from the back of your thighs and pressing them against your chest so you were spread out nice and perfect for him. He didn’t even bother removing his briefs completely, only moving the band around his waist down far enough for this thick cock to come springing out and slap against his stomach. The precum leaking from his pretty peach tip leaving a stain on one of his abs that glistened when he was positioned perfectly in the dim lighting of the room.

He strokes his thumb over his tip with a groan, taking his cock at the base and sliding it through the soaked lips of your cunt. He needed as much lube as he could possibly get. Taking him wasn’t an easy task at all even after you had done it plenty of times; he was huge just by girth alone and he didn’t want to hurt his pretty wife. Especially not the pretty pussy he was going to be stuffing with children in the near future.

Lining himself up with your plush entrance, he groaned with each inch of him that sunk into your inviting walls, moving his hands to the side of your head for leverage as he began snapping his hips up against yours in swift calculated motions he knew would curve up into your most sensitive areas. His eyes never left contact with yours, still holding that loving gaze he had hours before during your ceremony despite how roughly he was thrusting up against you, cock hitting all the right spots.

“Fuck you feel so fucking good baby you have no idea. Such a tight and breedable pussy you have on you.” His fingers tangle with yours and holds them tight as he pounds into you from above, the weight of his meaty body keeping your legs pressed up against your chest, still sensitive from his suckling and biting from earlier. 

And all you could do was take how deep he was going and the feeling of his tip gently pressing against your cervix at a pressure that didn’t quite hurt, but sent a shiver throughout your whole body in response. 

“Fill me up, Rei. I want you to fill me up nice and full.” You finally managed to get out in stutters through his rough pace of fucking, thock cock invading every inch of your insides and wall with a burn that felt too good.

Your words clearly had an effect on him because not only did his cheeks visibly turn red, but you could feel dribbles of precum dripping inside of you. You just had that type of effect on him.

“My pretty little wife wants to be bred like a slut, hm? Then I’ll do exactly that for you, love. I’m gonna fill you to the brim with cum until you have no choice but to take it and get pregnant.” And on cue, hot spurts of cum release deep inside of you with one last stroke. So filled to the brim with cum that even with his dick inside of you acting as a stopper, it still can’t help but trickle down to your asshole.

“Don;t think we’re done yet because we’re nowhere near that.” He huffs into your ear and although you can't see his face, you can just hear the smirk in his tone. “M’not stopping until I know for sure that you’re going to be nice and plump in the next few months.”

[hunflowers]

okay inspired by dwd suit wearing harry :) enjoy *nose boops*

You haven’t seen Harry in a couple months now. At least not physically, what with guidelines for his new movie and the restrictions of quarantine in general.

Whenever his name does pop up on your phone you can’t hide the smile that breaks out onto your face, especially when it’s a facetime call so you can see him in real time. This day however was a little different. He texted you bright and early -- at least for him because of the time difference -- saying he won’t be able to talk much because a busy day lies ahead of him. A frown nestled into your features at the misfortune, but you replied back with understanding.

Whenever his name does pop up on your phone you can’t hide the smile that breaks out onto your face, especially when it’s a facetime call so you can see him in real time. This day however was a little different. He texted you bright and early -- at least for him because of the time difference -- saying he won’t be able to talk much because a busy day lies ahead of him. A frown nestled into your features at the misfortune, but you replied back with understanding.

It came as a surprise a couple hours later though, when he texted you a picture of himself in a full body mirror, adorned in a caribbean blue suit and a matching striped tie, with the message of Do you like it?

Your mouth dropped at the sight, and you’re pretty sure a bit of saliva slipped past your lips too. His hair was parted in meticulous manner that truly gave him the proper 50s vibe, and his clean shaven face was the true cherry on top that had your heart beating in your chest. You wanted to pull him close, preferably by the tie around his neck, and plaster lipstick stains across his jaw while carding your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly as you rocked your hips together.

You had to close your legs at the wormhole your brain was going into, biting your lip into your mouth as you wished he were next to you. I like it a lot :(

Why the sad face?

Because I want to rip it off of you.

You giggled as you saw the daunting three dots appear then disappear a few times, before he replied with a quick Don’t start. He’s at work, so it’s selfish to rile him up especially when it seems he’s about to shoot his next scene, but you couldn’t stop the wink face you sent back along with:

Can’t stop thinking of me on my knees for you. 

Wouldn’t you like that? 

Unbuttoning your pants and pulling the zipper down with my teeth just like you taught? Leaving the whole suit on as you fuck my mouth? 

Hearing me gagging for you, choking on you as I feel you down my throat.

As much as you think you’re making him suffer, you’ve punished yourself just as badly. You were mindlessly watching your current TV fixation, sipping on a glass of wine, but now all you could think about was him and how he wasn’t by your side to help you out. 

When Harry hadn’t responded for a couple minutes, you had half the mind to shove your hand in your panties and finish the job, and you were about to do it too, but you heard the familiar text tone. You pulled your phone close to you and read his daring message, causing you to bite your lip back into your mouth. 

We’ll finish this later.

But then about an hour or so later you got another text from him, this time a picture of him in a brown suit with another tie to match. He said nothing aside from a teasing smiley face, because he knew the game he was playing. The brown one brought out the color of his eyes more, making you ogle just a little harder than the first, and making you crave him even more.

So, you got up from your spot on the couch and marched up to your room to find something to send back. You searched high and low for something worth your time until you finally found a time-piece. A light blue, see-through babydoll dress that you hadn’t worn since your first anniversary together. It came with a matching light blue thong and lace collar piece that you remember Harry practically frothing over the sight.

You quickly changed into it, and pulled your hair back before stepping closer to the full-length mirror in your closet. You angled yourself in a desirable way, and even brought your free hand’s thumb up to your mouth and nibbled on the tip of it as you snapped the picture. Satisfied with the photo on the fourth try, you sent it with a taunting caption of a typed heart.

He opened your message almost instantaneously, but had left you on read which caused your heart to sink a bit in your chest. But, you attributed it to him being called to set and picked your chin up and waltzed back downstairs in your new attire. You picked up your wine glass and continued with your show, simply waiting.

As time ticked on and your body grew sleepier, you were tempted to call it a night and text him saying you would continue this — whatever this is — tomorrow. But you kept your determination, because you missed your boyfriend and even if he couldn’t touch you, you knew he was going to make you cum. And besides, just when you started doubting him, that’s when he decided to ring you.

You picked up the phone giddily, the connecting ... under his name taunting you before his beautiful face popped up on your screen. You were ready to chirp a greeting at him, excited to talk to him after a long day but he was quicker to the punch.

“Y/N... y’had to send that while I’m working, did ya? Fuck, babe, do you understand how difficult it was to focus on set with that at the back of m’mind?” He ran his ring-less fingers through his shorter hair, and you noticed he was back in his hotel room. That’s a good thing, you thought, now you had no restrictions.

You pouted at him mockingly, “Oh no, you poor thing.”

He blinked at you once, then twice, before stating, “Get up. Let me see you.”

Because you were still downstairs, you trekked back up to your room, going over to the original mirror you took the photo in before flipping the camera around and showcasing yourself. You toyed with the hem of the dress, picking it a bit to give him a better viewing of your panties, to which he groaned in response.

“I’ve missed that little number. Remember the night you wore it? Could hardly walk for days after.”

You let out a breath at the thought, bringing your hand down and slightly grazing your throbbing clit for him to see, just at the mere thought.

He continued, “But that’s why you put it on isn’t it? Because you know it’s my favorite and I’m not there to put my hands on you. You wanted to get back at me for the pictures I sent — which, hardly even compare.”

You nodded your head in response, flipping the camera back around to face you as you stepped out of the closet and onto your bed. “Want you to miss me just as much as I miss you.”

“Oh, baby.... Words can’t describe how much I miss you. Look, I’ll show you how much I miss you,” and then the next thing you know, is he’s flipping the camera around and showing you his very hard cock.

You couldn’t help but moan at the sight, your free hand dipping into your baby blue thong and swiping your dripping folds and circling your wetness across your clit. “Show me how much you miss me too.”

You flipped your camera back around, letting him see your fingers slowly working your clit, hidden beneath the fabric of your panties. He groaned, telling you to give him a closer look, so — as comfortably as you could — you pushed your thong to the side and angled your phone so he had a better view of your soaked pussy.

“Shit Y/N– Push two fingers inside, imagine it’s me doing it,” he told, and you could see his fist beginning to pump his cock at a faster rate, him most likely imagining your smaller hand stroking him just like you usually do. You listened to him, inserting your ring and middle finger inside your wet hole, while keeping the heel of your palm pressed against your sensitive bud.

“Baby... I need you so bad,” you whined, softly hitting your front wall as you curled your fingers, before fastening your movements — like you know he would.

You watched him spread his precum around his shaft, paying extra attention to his tip before he thrusted his hips up into hand. “Ugh- I know baby, I need you too. Just a little while longer. Fuck yourself for me, y’can do that can’t you?”

You hummed back, picking up the pace of your hand, going the extra mile and pushing a third finger inside, causing you to screw your eyes shut in ecstasy.

“Wish it was you fucking me right now. Your big cock inside my tight pussy - shit - you fill me so good.”

You heard him groan at your words, mumbling a quiet ‘keep going,’ because he’s always been a fan of your dirty talk.

“Want your hand around my throat... squeezing me as I squeeze you. Wish you were hitting the spot only you could reach. God, want to feel me stretched around you, leaving me sore for days after you’re done. Do you want that too?” You felt the heat in the pit of your belly begin to stir, your palm pressing harder against your sensitivity.

“Could imagine your face pressed into the mattress as I take you from behind. Your tits in my hands — I miss them. Want m’mouth sucking on you... can’t cum yet, don’t even think about it, Y/N.”

You whined at the restriction, feeling your impending high reaching you. So, you helped him to his quicker. “H, H, H... miss having my lips around you. Love when you mess up my lipstick and it’s smeared all around you, mixed with saliva and cum. Never forget about your balls either, I kiss ‘em and suck on them, give them just the right amount of attention. Know you love when I press my finger into you too, hearing you moan until you’re coming down my throat.”

Back and forth for a few moments all you both could do was moan, wishing the other were by your side as you sent yourself into euphoric oblivion.

“Can I cum now? Please, please,” you begged, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“So close, babe, so – holy fuck — so close,” he murmured, twisting his wrist and keeping more of his focus on the base of dick now. “G’na cum with me?”

You whispered a ‘yes’ in response, your thighs beginning to shake as your toes curled into the bed sheets. Within seconds, hot lava coursed through your body as flashes of white danced across your eyes, you back arching off the mattress. You could hear Harry hitting his climax, your eyes opening quickly to watch him spray his orgasm all over his fist and stomach. 

You nestled your head into your pillow as you brought the phone back up to your face, your eyes falling close as you let your body relax. Harry turned the camera back to him, getting up from his position to wash himself. You would get up eventually too, but you just laid and calmed yourself in the mean time as you watched him.

“Miss you,” you mumbled, tears threatening to break past your waterline as you wished you could snuggle up to him.

He looked at you, his mouth forming into a pout as you could hear the sink water running from the bathroom. “I know. Just a few more weeks and I’ll be home.”

[jiminniethemarshmallow]

Wait For Me (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: smut, pwp

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: yikes switch!reader, switch!Jimin (but mostly dom), needy!Jimin, horny-ass-mf!Jimin, masturbation, dirty talk, ruined orgasm, post-orgasm torture, dirty talk, overstimulation, 69(?), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, pet names, begging, dirty talk, omg so much dirty talk I’m going crazy

(A/N): Am I the only one that’s into dirty talk like this? Maybe. But did I enjoy writing this? Absolutely. Kinda for Jimin’s birthday but really just me needing an excuse to be a sl*t in writing.

“Please, (Y/n)?” Your boyfriend whines from his spot on the bed, the tent in his boxers already pitched to full height behind you.

“No! Wait until I’m finished.” You huff in frustration, trying your hardest to focus on the words in front of you. It’s a stuffy Sunday night like any other, you sitting at your desk doing your homework at the last minute and Jimin reclining on your shared mattress doing whatever the hell he wants. Except, tonight all he wants to do is you. You’ve been prancing around the house in nothing but his shirt and a pair of panties all day, teasing him playfully and laughing whenever he would get worked up. You thought it was funny how easily you could get him hard without trying, but it doesn’t seem so funny now when he keeps begging to fuck you while you’re desperately trying to complete your homework.

“You promised we would fuck tonight!” His pout is evident in the tone of his voice but you refuse to look at him. If you do, you just might give in.

“We will, but I have to finish this assignment first. It’s due at midnight, so I really need to get it done right now.” It’s your fault for waiting until the night of to work on this, but you wrongfully assumed that Jimin would understand and let you work in peace. All you have to do is complete a short reading and take a 10 question quiz and then you’re free, but what should have been a 15 minute endeavor has now turned into an hour and a half of arguing and rereading the same 3 sentences over and over. It’s getting ridiculous.

“You said you wouldn’t take long, but I’ve been sitting here ALL NIGHT waiting for you.”

“That’s because you won’t shut up!” You snap, glaring at him from the corner of your eye. His mouth falls open before he frowns, puffing his cheeks out cutely for no one to see. You think you hear him mutter something under his breath, but you don’t question it and instead take his momentary silence to speed through a page.

The silence continues for a couple of minutes and you swear you can feel his eyes burning into the back of your seat. There’s some shuffling on the bed, more silence, and just when you begin to think he’s found something useful to do instead of bothering you, you hear a groan. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

He’s closer than he was before— probably sitting on the edge of the bed facing you now— and it almost feels like he’s breathing down your neck with how clear his voice sounds now. You scoot your chair up slightly to escape him. The sound of friction fills the space of the room, the image of his hand wrapped around his dick floating around your mind even when you refuse to look at him. He pumps fairly slowly, his eyes still glued to your back.

“Mmm, I’m so fucking hard, baby.” Jimin moans to you, trying to coax you into turning your head to see him. “I’ve been hard all day because of you and now you won’t even look at me? Such a bad girl.” You roll your eyes, tuning him out as best you can. Yet, you can’t seem to ignore the wet squelch that fills your ears when he rolls over his head. He moans louder this time. “Since you won’t look at me, I guess I’ll just have to tell you what I’m doing. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on anything.”

At your sigh, he chuckles, the sound dark and mischievous in a way that makes you ball up your fists. “Jimin,” You warn, but he knows the threat holds no real substance.

“My cock is so red right now, just aching to fuck your tight little pussy, princess. It’s leaking already, can you hear it? All that precum just for you.” You close your eyes, envisioning the sight you’ve seen so many times, but your eyes snap open when you remember your objective and turn the page of your book. “I want you so bad, want you to lick it all up and take me into your throat. Fuck. My hand feels nothing like that hot mouth of yours.” His strokes are longer now, dragging breathy, rhythmic pants from him.

You’d be lying if you said his voice wasn’t making you wet, but you won’t let him know that. He’ll be at this for a while, you know how much he likes to tease himself, so you try your hardest to get used to his rhythm and make it background noise as you progress through the reading. But the words on the pages don’t seem nearly as interesting as the words he feeds you from his plump lips.

“My head is so sensitive, princess, I can barely even touch it without almost cumming.” He grunts, gasping every time his hand nears his tip. You lick your lips, shifting in your seat, an action he catches onto. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Seeing me cum all over myself while fucking my hand? Calling your name as I make a mess all over myself and our bedsheets?” The bed squeaks and you can only imagine that it’s from his hips bucking into his fist, picking up speed as he speaks. Your clit throbs annoyingly, and before you can stop yourself, your hand slips between your legs to rub over your panties. Thankfully, he doesn’t see this, probably because his head is thrown back as he lets out a series of moans.

You’re sensitive. More sensitive than you realized. And you almost let out a sound of your own when he curses. And for a brief moment— a split second— you contemplate abandoning your work and indulging him just to end your suffering. But no, you can’t give in that easily, you have less than a half hour to do your assignment. You’ll keep your hand where it is, however.

“Feels so fucking good,” Jimin lets out a drawn out moan, slowing his pace and working his hand again so you can hear it slapping against the skin of his abdomen. It’s loud and wetter than before, making you gush in your underwear at the thought of how worked up he’s getting. “I know how much you like playing with my balls,” You hear the grin in his voice. “So I’ll play with them a little for you, baby.” The obscene moan that falls from his mouth makes your eyes roll, the material of your panties completely soaked now at how desperate he sounds. You can’t help but to rub yourself to him, willing yourself not to turn around. “I wanna feel that tight little pussy bouncing on my cock, princess. So wet that you drip and cream down my balls as you ride this big cock til you cum, and beg me to cum deep inside your hot cunt. Will- oh shit- will you let me cum inside you tonight, baby? Let me cum deep inside and fill you up so you’re dripping me for days?” His voice is heavy with lust, it’s tone dipping deeper as his moans pitch higher. You assume it’s a rhetorical question so you don’t respond. “Hmm? Are you wet thinking about my cock and cum filling you up, (Y/n)?”

“No.” You lie through your teeth, voice surprisingly stable despite how your fingers move rapidly over your clothed clit. You can feel your wetness through the fabric now, and you just know there will be a stain on your chair when you get up, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“No?” He asks teasingly. “You okay over there? You haven’t turned a page in a while.” Damn him for being so observant. You almost forgot you were reading, the words all jumbled up on the page as your focus is pulled away by the pleasure. Fuck it, you’ll just take the quiz now to get it over with and accept whatever score you get. Jimin watches  in amusement as you turn to your laptop, clicking open the quiz hurriedly and starting the questions, zooming through the first 5. He lets out a short laugh at that. “You better hurry, I’m getting close.”

Sucking in through his teeth, you hear him speed up again, spitting onto himself to make the glide smoother, and your core clenches in want. You read question #6 four times before you comprehend what it’s asking, your body betraying you as it yearns for you to look over at your stubborn boyfriend who curses out your name.

“Listen to that sound, princess. That’s what it would sound like if I was fucking you right now. God, I should just bend you over that desk and take you right here for making me wait like this. Make you take every inch of this cock and see if you can ignore me then.” He nearly growls this, an inaudible whimper squeezing from your throat. You would love that. He’s done it before, pushed you up against the desk and had his way with you when you thought it would be funny to give him a strip tease after he ordered you to get on the bed one wine-laced night. But he doesn’t deserve to have you like that after torturing you like this.

Only 3 more questions left and he’s getting more needy, the whiny quality of his voice letting you know how close he is before his words. A noise that you’re all too familiar with fills the air and you freeze. It’s quick and sloppy, the sound of his hand focusing directly on his tip at an inhuman speed that not even you could reproduce. His moans follow the pace, each one getting longer and pitchier, and you can almost hear how his hips lift off the sheets.

“You better not cum.”

“You want me to edge? But I’ve been on edge all day, baby.” He complains. Against your better judgment, you whip your head around to look at him. There, he sits naked on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide as he leans back on one elbow, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other stroking slowly at his thick cock upon your request. It’s red and leaking just like he said, the glistening tip causing your mouth to water. Jimin’s head is thrown back to expose his sweaty neck, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, eyes shut in pleasure. But once he realizes that you’re looking at him, he snaps his head up to meet your gaze and sends you a shit-eating grin at the flushed look on your face. Then, he resumes working at his head, arching his hips up in the most erotic sight you’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. That’s the last straw.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum!” You growl.

You click random answers on the last few quiz questions, hitting submit and slamming your laptop shut before stomping over to him, slapping his hand away as you clamber up onto the bed, pushing him down aggressively and throwing a leg over his chest to face his erection. It jumps at you, so painfully hard that you almost feel bad for him. But Jimin doesn’t deserve your pity right now. Not long after your hand finds him, your mouth fits over the soft tip.

“Fuuuuuck.” He grunts, hands finding your ass instantly. The crotch of your panties are soaked all the way through, the dark spot causing a smirk to cross his lips. “Why did you lie to me, princess? I thought you said you weren’t wet?” For some reason, hearing him say this makes you even wetter, and you suck in a breath through your nose when his fingers come up to touch your core, a deep hum vibrating through his body that ends in a chuckle. “Absolutely drenched, baby. Were you touching yourself over there? Your clit is so swollen I can see it through your panties.”

His voice hitches at the end of his sentence as you sink all the way down on him, pushing yourself to take him all the way into your throat just like he wanted, the tip of your nose resting at his balls. It’s partially payback for his teasing, but you adore the response you get from him as he nearly chokes on air from the sudden stimulation. You bob a few times, a delightful lightheaded feeling overtaking you as you hold your breath and force yourself to keep him in your throat. Your reward is that you finally shut him up, Jimin now at a loss of words beneath you and shaking with the effort it takes to not fuck into your mouth. Smirking, you pull off of him, dropping your ass down a bit until your core grazes his lips, and he gets the hint immediately. Always the eager lover, he pulls the crotch of your underwear to the side, groaning at the strings of arousal that cling to it. The sight makes his mouth water, his tongue lurching forward to lick a long stripe up your slit, gliding back down to suck at your engorged clit.

Your moan is muffled around him, working the top half of his shaft while one hand accommodates the rest, and your jaw is already starting to hurt from his size. Although he’s generally a small person, Jimin’s cock is anything but. Your jaw fell to the floor the first time he dropped his pants, the girth surprising you pleasantly. He’s got an impressive width that left you sore for a few days and a length that is well above average. His balls always seem plump and heavy, ready for you to milk them dry, and you can’t stop yourself from reaching up and grabbing them, massaging the plush sacs for your own amusement.

“Oh f- you’re so good at this.” He cuts himself off with a gasp, kissing the inside of your thighs and biting hickies into them as his mind becomes cloudy. He’s close— if the slight movement of his hips is any indication— and an evil idea pops into your mind. His hips thrust upwards at a particularly hard suck at his tip and you gag at the sudden depth, Jimin nearly yelling out at how your throat closes around him. “Yesss, baby girl, choke on my dick.” You preen at his praise, but keep your composure.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Your hips push back into him, covering his mouth with your lower lips, and he continues his work enthusiastically to distract himself. You’ve switched to using just your tongue now, licking up and down the solid shaft and circling around the head, providing just enough stimulation to inch him closer to the edge but no longer giving him what he wants. What he wants is a hard and fast orgasm. You’ll make sure that’s not what he gets. His groans increase in volume and frequency as you work your magic tongue, flicking over that sensitive fold of skin where his tip attaches to the rest of him, and it’s not long before he’s trembling.

“(Y/n),” He mumbles out a shaky warning, and you have to push down his hips with one hand when they begin to lift off the bed, your other hand jerking steadily at his base while you tease over his slit with the tip of your tongue. The pressure builds, his balls lifting in preparation for his release, and you coax it out of him with a few gentle sucks. “Ah!”

Jimin lets out a high pitched groan sounding almost in pain when you pull off of him, squeezing at his base so hard that only a few short spurts of cum make it out. Your mouth has been completely removed from him, it’s only connection being the long strand of saliva hanging from your lips, and he bucks up frantically in search of stimulation to complete his orgasm. Still rock hard, he practically begs you to move your hand, to give him anything as the few lonely globs of semen sadly skid down onto your hand like tears from his one-eyed monster. His mouth is covered by your pussy so you can’t hear his pleas, but the vibrations they send to your core are absolutely delightful. Once you’re sure he’s finished cumming, you begin your evil plan.

It starts with a few slow pumps, lubed by his own semen from his length that’s still twitching in your hand, but it quickly escalates to firm and steady strokes that have him squirming under you. You aren’t even going that fast, but the sensitivity makes him thrash and cry out prettily as you hold him down with your body weight. Jimin’s into all kinds of freaky shit, so this isn’t the first time you’ve indulged in post orgasm torture, but it’s somehow very different when he’s not expecting it. Your hand moves at an unyielding pace, unbothered by the way his legs open and close only to be smacked apart by the hand that still holds his balls.

“I’ll stop when you make me cum.” You state, unsure if he can even hear you. But his tongue dives in with renewed vigor, flicking relentlessly at your clit as you grind down on him. It won’t take long to reach your peak, his technique is flawless, licking wide circles around your bud with the flat of his tongue and then raising up to plunge his long muscle between your walls. Your essence dribbles down onto his face, wetting his chin and cheeks as he eats you like a man starved. You haven’t been this turned on in a long while, you didn’t think you’d be so into seeing him suffer in pleasure like this— his body writhing under yours and cock still so insanely hard in your hand just from the light hold you have on him. His hands claw at your ass, pulling you down and spreading your cheeks apart, fingers bruising the flesh in his haze of sweet agony.

You moan for him and bite your lip, closing your eyes as he edges you closer to your peak, your hand starting to stutter on him. It’s easy to get lost in him and grind down into his mouth, the feeling of his tongue between your folds heavenly, the feeling of his lips even better. But what sets you over the top is when his fingers snake into your opening, first two, then three. The stretch causes you to throw your head back, and you go flying head first into your orgasm when he curls into that one spot, tongue still on your clit and fingers wiggling inside you as your walls spasm around him. With one last groan, you lift away from him, finally moving your hands to his thighs to grip the muscles as you try to catch your breath. Jimin does the same, relaxing into the mattress as a few more ticklish waves flow through him.

“Was that okay?” You spin around until you’re laid on top of him, chin on his chest looking up into his dark chocolate eyes. He cracks a brief smile at your cuteness before flipping you over, capturing your lips sweetly. But the sweetness ends before you can even enjoy it when he bites down on your lip, a whimper falling from you.

“You can’t ask for my consent after it’s over.” He points out, trying to hide his giggle in the crook of your neck as he sucks dark marks there. “But, yeah, that was fucking hot.” The tip of his erection prods at your ass cheek, nudging the fabric of your soiled underwear. Without pulling away, Jimin hooks his fingers into your waistband, snatching them off and chucking them across the room, next comes your shirt, which he damn near rips in his haste to get it over your head. He growls. “So fucking sexy. And all mine. Right, princess?”

“Yes, Jimin, I’m all yours. Do whatever you want with me.” In an instant you switch roles, dropping the momentary dominance to cower in his presence. There’s a hunger in your boyfriend’s eyes that you provoked, the product of the teasing he faced all day, and you drip down your ass at the thought of him taking you however he wants. You suspect he’ll be eager to finally fuck you, but you underestimate how petty he can be. The tip of his cock runs through your wetness, but when he sees the way you jump when it rolls over your sensitive clit, his eyes narrow, seeing an opportunity to get his revenge. Dipping down briefly to collect more of your wetness, he glides the slick underside of him over your bundle of nerves, using his thumb to press down and add pressure, then he grinds his hips ever so slowly back and forth over you, forcing you to feel every ridge of him bump against you. “Oh fuck!” You gasp out, spreading your legs wider and lifting your hips into him. His length is hot, still burning and hard from not getting a full orgasm.

“You like this, baby? You like how my cock feels between these soft lips, rubbing that cute little clit?” He grins when your eyes roll back, thighs already starting to tremble. “Maybe I should just fuck you like this. Make you cum without ever even entering you.”

“No! No, please, Jimin.” Your eyes pop open in alarm at the thought of him not fucking you tonight, though you know he’s far too wound up to deny both of you that. Still, he persists his humping, groaning along with you as you feel another orgasm creeping up embarrassingly fast.

“Hmm, seems like you’d like that though? I mean, you look like you’re about to cum again already.” The patronizing tone of voice he uses would piss you off in any other situation, but you’re not in your right mind currently. As he picks up pace you feel your mind slipping away, your clit throbbing and your empty walls clenching almost painfully around nothing. You try to hold back and prove him wrong, you really do, but your body betrays you and with every nudge of his tip you can feel yourself falling. The most you can let out is a desperate whine. “If you want something, use your words and tell me.”

“P-please...”

“Please what?” You can feel his eyes on your face, but your eyelids are sealed shut and your head is tossed back into the pillows. It takes everything in you to muster the strength to form a coherent sentence and push it past your lips.

“P-please fuck me, baby.” Your voice hiccups at a particular stroke, the hood of your bud now pushed back for more direct stimulation. You aren’t sure how long you’ll last like this.

“You want me to fuck you?” He coos, twitching against your lower lips.

“Yes please, I need your cock.” Asking in the sweetest voice you can, you peel your eyes open to bat your lashes at him, but they snap shut once again when he suddenly pushes inside your velvet walls, shoving you off the edge unexpectedly.

“That’s my good girl,” Jimin sighs once he’s bottomed out, hands roaming your torso as you shake uncontrollably. “So desperate for my cock that you came right when I put it in.” He clicks his tongue, but if you were cognizant at the moment you would have noticed his satisfied tone. You clamp down on him as your orgasm washes through you, and he rides the waves with shallow pumps of his hips and his fingers tweaking your nipples, grunting at the way you pulse around him.

He pushes in deeper as you start coming down, the sensitivity kicking in with every drag of his member inside you. He pays no mind to your whimpering and reaches around your back to lift you up, seating you in his lap with your heels on the tops of his ass. And your hips start moving immediately despite the tingling that shoots up your spine.

Though his body screams for release after his incomplete high, Jimin can’t help but guide you into a sensual pace of grinding and rocking, the intimacy soothing him. With your arms around his neck, you fall into a comfortable rhythm as you slide back and forth against his length, adding a swivel of your hips just to hear him groan. Your weight on top of his feels like the most natural thing in the world and he wishes you could stay like this forever. Running his hands up and down your back, he allows you to mark up his neck and collarbones for everyone to see. He always wears your love bites so proudly. Relishes in the slight tickle of your tongue and nip of your teeth that whisper to him ‘you are mine’. Rose petals bloom on the surface of his skin all the way up to his ear lobe where you nibble.

“Your cock feels fucking amazing, babe.” You whisper in that sultry tone of yours, noting how his hips twitch beneath yours. You’d never say it out loud but you’ve been thinking of this all day. Waiting to hold him close and just love one another. His lips plant a few stray kisses to the side of your neck before trailing downwards, capturing a pert bud between them. You lean back on your hands to give him more access, grinding down just a bit harder when his hips lift to meet yours to make sure you get every inch he has to offer. With your head thrown back like this Jimin can reach that delicate spot deep inside you with ease, humming at the shaky moan you let out. His lips curl into a grin when you begin to bounce with desperation, planting your feet behind him for leverage.

Jimin’s eyes peer up at you as you ride his dick, your breast bouncing in his mouth as he switches to the other to suck. Sweat has now accumulated on your forehead and neck, the droplets glittering against your complexion. Your eyes are screwed shut and the prettiest flush has overtaken your cheeks and chest as you work for your next high, lips bitten and eyebrows squinted together. Truly, you are gorgeous. It makes him impossibly harder to see you like this, his length already throbbing within you, but he holds back as much as he can simply because seeing you fall apart is almost more satisfying than experiencing it himself. It should be surprising that you’re getting close already, but it’s always been easy for you to cum quickly after your first orgasm, the sensitivity and connection you have with your lover making you as explosive as a lit firecracker.

“You’re so needy tonight, princess, is it because of how much you teased me all day? Did you like watching me suffer?” You don’t answer because, frankly, yes. You loved it. And it’s too embarrassing to admit, but Jimin already knows. “Well, let’s see how much you like it when I destroy this cunt until you can’t walk.” The gruffness of his voice makes your eyes roll, the tenderness he’d shown not even a minute ago gone completely as he lets his teeth scrape over your nipple.

Bringing you flush against his chest again, he hooks his elbows under your knees and starts pounding into you in earnest, your hands flying to his shoulders for stability. His core strength is a sight to behold, supporting almost all of your weight while sitting upright, pulling you onto his cock as though you weigh nothing. And all you can do is hang on for the ride, gasping and crying out at the way he repeatedly slams into your spot. Tangling your hands in his hair, you pull him closer and rest your face on the crown of his head, feeling your limbs go weak from the pleasure.

He grunts below you when you tug, bucking up harder when your walls start to squeeze. Wetness streaks down your ass, a string of curses tumble out of your mouth to accompany the lewd sounds of him pushing through your arousal. Each stroke is calculated, and you find yourself teetering very close to the edge.

“Please, Jimin, I’m so close. Please can I cum?” You mumble, barely coherent.

“My baby girl wants to cum again?” He coos into your collarbone, the ticklish skim of his lips sending a shiver through you. ‘My baby girl.’ That one word has you shaking.

“Yes!” You wail as his hands tighten on your ass, palming the globes harshly to slam you down on his length. You can just imagine how sexy his arms look right now, the muscles and veins bulging in his forearms and hands from how tightly he holds you, his biceps and shoulders on full display and glimmering with perspiration. His voice rumbles against you in that thick Busan accent and you almost cream right there.

“Beg for it.” He looks up into your eyes and you see something dark, a heady lust that lowers his eyelids and makes you feel like you’re looking at the definition of sex itself.

“Please please please let me cum, baby!” Your voice shakes with each jolt of your body against his. “I’m so greedy for your cock, I wanna cum for you. You make me feel so good!” Pleased, Jimin gives you permission and moves a little faster, pressing you down against him so your clit rubs against him every time, and you nearly scream from the feeling. You sing your praises into the room knowing how it motivates him, but you couldn’t stop even if you tried. Skin slicked with sweat, you let yourself fall into another breathtaking high, clinging onto your boyfriend who grinds you on top of him to savor the way you clench and throb around his tip when it’s buried deep inside you.

“Fuck,” You both swear at the same time, taking a brief moment to catch your breath as Jimin kisses his way up your neck, releasing your legs and squeezing you close with his arms wrapped tight around your back. Exhaustion dances through you and you sit limply in his hold, eyes closed and basking in his sticky heat. But the moment is soon over when you feel him twitch within your sensitive walls, growling as he shifts his weight until your back is pressed into the mattress with him kneeling over you.

“Keep those eyes open, baby, I’m not done with you yet.” You gasp when his hips begin to move again, your nerves rubbed raw and swollen from the three highs he’s already pulled from you. Still, your eyes roll in delight when he starts ramming into you again, pushing your legs as far apart as they will go and holding you open. “You didn’t think I would let you off that easy, did you, princess? You still need to be punished for today.” He coos, voice gentle despite his hard thrusts. You whine loudly and attempt to close your legs when he touches a sweet spot deep within you, the pleasure almost too much, but it’s like you’re addicted to him, unable to get enough even when your body begs for reprieve. “Shhh, I know you can take it, baby. I know how much you love it when I overstimulate this greedy pussy, so be a good girl and take it.”

He’s absolutely correct, you love the overstimulation and the twinge of pain and overwhelming pleasure that comes with it. And you know this is his payback for the post-orgasm torture you gave him earlier. You’re still incredibly wet, new arousal dripping out of your entrance every time he plunges in, the mess of your juices and his precum dripping down the crack of your ass and onto your bedsheets. Looking up at Jimin’s face, you see how entranced he is by the sight before him, eyes trained between your legs as he watches himself disappear inside you and re-emerge with a new coating of slick covering his shaft. Smirking, you reach your hands down around your ass and pull your lips open wider for him, biting your lip at the way his eyebrows crease together and his mouth drops open at the sight. His pace slows slightly, his breathing labored as he begins to slowly unravel for you.

“Fuck, that’s so sexy! God, you always take my cock so well, princess.” He hisses, licking his full lips when your clit throbs at his praise. He can see and feel when you tighten, his tip finding that spot again that makes your back arch off the bed.

“Jimin,” You mewl, your thighs shaking in his grip and fingers clawing the sheets. Tears build in your beautiful eyes. It feels so good, but would you be able to handle a fourth orgasm tonight? Your body feels pushed to the limit, but your lover says otherwise.

“C’mon, baby girl, cum for me one more time.” You shake your head in desperation, pleading with him with your watery eyes. “Yes you can. Just relax for me, baby, I got you. I want you to cum one last time, just one more, and then I’m gonna fill you up.” He encourages softly, yet you don’t miss the dominant undertones that tell that this is a command. With a huff from his nostrils, he pounds into you harder while fighting off his own release, staying deep right up against that spot making you cry out. His hands reach for your breast and you place your hands over his for comfort, moaning as he squeezes the bouncing mounds as you toss your head back.

“I- I don’t think I can...” You whimper, unsure if you can get there with your nerves feeling numb and worn like this. But Park Jimin is nothing if not determined, so he takes your statement as a challenge. Slipping one hand away from you, he presses his thumb to your lips, staring down at you intensely before you open.

“Suck.” On command, you swirl your tongue around his digit, coating it in your spit before he slides it out with a pop. Suddenly, he’s pressing against your swollen clit in tight circles and those special tingles shoot up and down your spine at the feeling. He hums at the sounds you make, eyes sealed shut because of the blinding waves of bliss coursing through your veins, building you up almost frighteningly fast. He feels you pulse, your jelly legs trembling on either side of him as they attempt to close, but his praises fall on deaf ears as you chase the sensations of his skillful hips and fingers, rocking into him with the last of your energy until you reach the brink.

“Oh my god-!” You shudder and shriek as you finally tense up around him. Your walls clamp down repeatedly as Jimin continues flicking your sensitive nub, and the tears that had been welling up finally spill over. He stops only when your breathing turns to pitiful snivels, wiping away your tears with caring hands and loving eyes. His hips are still fucking you through the aftershocks as he kisses his way around your face, planting his lips firmly on yours until your breathing evens out.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” He whispers out, resting his forehead against yours. “Will you let me cum in this pretty little pussy, baby?” You nod against him, staring right into his coffee colored eyes. “Mm, I want you to keep it inside all night, okay princess? So I can fuck it out of you in the morning. Will you do that for me?”

“Fuck, yes.” You moan. You can feel the way he gets just a bit harder, how his muscles start to shake just slightly, and you know exactly how to push him over the edge. Your fingers lightly caress the velvety skin of his balls, causing a surprised moan to leave his lips. “I want your cum so bad, Jimin. I promise I’ll keep it inside, I’ll be a good girl for you. Please fill me up.” Knowing how much your words would affect him, you use your sweetest voice and lock your heels around his back. His head swims with desire and his voice strains.

Sitting up a bit, his hands clamp onto your hips to stroke into you in earnest, face contorted in the sexiest of expressions. You want to shy away from his intense gaze but you can’t pull your eyes away from him, drinking up the sight of his clenching abs, sweaty chest and neck, and the pure hunger that overtakes his features. “Good girl. Don’t move. Enjoy the feeling of my cum filling you up.” With a few more grunts and groans, he allows himself to release into you, shuddering almost as hard as you were from the feeling of the full orgasm he had been waiting for all day. Spurt after spurt of his release covers your walls, and your inner muscles suck it in as if on instinct, throbbing around him to milk every last drop. You let him collapse onto you as he finishes, cock still throbbing while he gasps and pants into the crook of your neck. You can feel it already starting to leak out around him, but he won’t be too upset about it since he’ll likely have fun fingering it back into you later.

There’s a comfortable silence as you both catch your breath, pressing sleepy kisses to each other’s damp skin with rosy cheeks and smiles on your faces. Jimin moves first, groaning when his muscles scream out in soreness when he sits at the side of the bed to pull on his boxers. You giggle, commenting about how you were supposed to be the one unable to walk, not the other way around. He snorts passing you a pair of panties and helping you stand so you can make it to the bathroom.

Once you’re both cleaned up, you get ready for bed, grumbling about having an early class tomorrow morning. Which reminds you of the homework quiz you took tonight. Opening your laptop again, you check your score, only to have your face drop at what you see.

“50 PERCENT?!” You whip around to face your boyfriend, who was back to reclining against the headboard, the scene similar to the beginning of your night. “You owe me for this, Jimin.”

He waves you off. “Those quizzes aren’t even worth that much, you’ll be fine.” But you disagree because you’ve already missed 2 of them and only the lowest 2 scores are dropped at the end of the semester. He rolls his eyes when you tell him this, cutting you off with a dramatic groan. “Babyyyyyy, stop talking about school and come to bed.” His pout is unmatched, so you easily relent and shut down your laptop, huffing and puffing the entire time.

“You owe me cuddles and breakfast tomorrow morning.” You grumble as you climb in next to him, fitting your body with his.

“And shower sex.” He winks at you and you snort, turning out the bedside lamp.

“Goodnight, Jimin.” You laugh, snuggling up to his chest in the quiet of your stuffy room.

...

“So no shower sex?”

[cherrysung]

dom antics

pairing: boyfriend!jeno x reader

genre: smut / slight fluff

warnings: soft dom!jeno, very slight degration, praising, fingering, oral (f. receiving), riding, unprotected sex (stay safe!)

prompts: none.

summary: a pleasant twist is always openly welcomed, but with your boyfriend’s inevitable nature, how will you present the idea?

requested by anon.

word count: 1.6k

note: anon I’m so sorry I’ve taken so long, this is most likely schedule because I’m on a short break to get my life together. when this is posted though, I hope this is what you wanted and I truly hope you enjoy it! and thank you for waiting! ps. I’m unable to add a “read more” option until a bug with my blog gets fixed.

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Eyes that creased exactly into moon crescents and a smile that made everyone want to squeeze his cheeks were not enough to fool you anymore, but they were small characteristics that also made you fall hopelessly in the beginning. Now you knew, those were meant to be seen, sure—but not what happened behind closed doors—not what happened to you, behind closed doors.

Jeno was far from being the sweet soul everyone thought he was, but at least some of his kindness managed to shine within the endless torture he’d sometimes put you through. Just for his amusement.

Your legs thrashed chaotically and unstoppably on the bed, you still had not even reached your first orgasm, but your boyfriend already had you feeling so riled up with his constant, teasing touches.

“Babygirl, we haven’t even gotten started,” Jeno chuckled with a hint of surprise in his voice. All he had been doing was mischievously kiss and suck at your neck for several minutes while his hands caressed your sides. You now laid on the soft mattress all at his mercy, legs still kicking desperately in annoyance at his lack of touches where it actually mattered—between your thighs. Soaked, and dripping, between your thighs.

“You have been teasing for so long.” You simply stated, rolling your eyes when he once again lowered his head to your neck, slightly wet lips pressing soothing pecks on your sensitive skin.

He continued to suck purples, reds and blues all around your neck and collarbones, occasionally shifting lower in the direction of your bare chest but never fully reaching your hard nipples. All because he felt like it.

You whined once again, back arching until your chest was pressed against his own, and Jeno could only smile at your impatience. He might be hard on you, constantly tricking you into believing you’d be finally receiving a different treatment other than the colorful masterpieces he never failed to leave on your neck, only to then later edge you to extreme heights that had you reaching the sky and touching the bright stars while tears streamed down your face at his unmerciful ministrations.

Still, even with the wet mascara staining your hot cheeks and your body constantly jumping at the oversensitivity while your lips spilled nonsense, there was always a small action of his paired with the rest of his ruthless movements that very slightly balanced everything. As a result, a special and unique moment was created.

“Use your words or I’ll carry on doing this until I force the begging out of you. What sounds better?”

You whined—again—and you had lost track of how many times you had already pathetically attempted to move his hands somewhere else; yet, they always returned to their previous position on your waist.

“P-Please Jeno, touch me! I’m so d-desperate for you to touch me.” The words left your lips in stutters, absolutely drowned in impatience you no longer cared how ridiculous you might sound.

Your boyfriend smiled, and there it was again, the eye creasing smile that had made you fall in love with him. Had it not made an appearance during the current situation, your cheeks would’ve immediately been painted pink and your hands would’ve quickly moved on their own to cup the boy’s face and lovingly press your lips against his. Right now, though, all you wanted to do was slap the look away.

“Yes, princess? Touch you? Where do you want me to touch you? Show me.” He cooed adorably, body still hovering over yours as he lovingly pecked your cheeks and forehead.

You nodded, gently taking his bigger hand in yours and guiding downwards; down, down, down, until it was innocently resting over your warm heat, barely convered by your sheer, lace underwear. Silently, you moved his remaining hand up to your lonely tit before locking eyes with him, the gaze enough to let him know just how much you wanted this.

He wasted no time in tearing the fabric off your pussy, but you were too far drunk on his touches to muster out any complaints. Instead, you whimpered more, absolutely impatient after being teased for so long.

“You’ll have to shut up if you even remotely want any of this, you know?” He whispered sinfully in your ear, fingers running up and down through your wet folds playfully. “My pretty, little slut.”

Jeno plunged two fingers into your hole with no warning whatsoever, setting a fast pace right away that had your legs thrashing around the sheets once again and both your hands covering your mouth to stop any sounds of pleasure from spilling. He curled, and caressed your sweet spot; he knew all your weaknesses and favorite places better than you ever could.

Your back continuously arched off the bed, clit occasionally rubbing against his wrist every time you raised your hips. His free hand left your breast, instead replacing it with yours before taking hold of your legs and wrapping them around his neck. In no time your boyfriend was diving into your pussy, tongue swirling around or llicking at your sensitive nub and folds that shined with your juices, all while a third finger was added into your clenching walls.

“J-Jeno, I’m going to cum.” You whimpered, unable to remain quiet any longer as you pinched at your nipples in ecstasy.

“Nonsense.” He replied, a whine leaving you when all ministrations came to a halt. He moved his face away from your cunt, all for you to admire the light sheen of your wetness on his chin and pink lips. “You’ll cum with my dick.”

You nodded desperately, if it weren’t for the current scenario he would’ve surely laughed at how impatient you were for his cock. Yet, he didn’t, because he was just as excited to fuck you deep into the mattress and tell you how good of a girl you are. Right?

A thought that had been on your mind for a few weeks now struck you once again, and you fiddled with your fingers nervously as you scanned over the boy who was currently undressing himself.

He must’ve noticed your sudden state of daze, hand gently guiding your chin so your eyes would stare back at him. “What’s wrong?”

You blinked once, twice; eyes immediately looking elsewhere before you confessed, “could I try riding you today? If you aren’t fine with the idea then we can just forget it though—”

“Let’s do it.”

“Really?” Your eyes locked with his brown orbs, the slight nod of his head and the smile that adorned his lips enough to assure you.

Soon, you were straddling Jeno, his hands gripping at your waist as you lowered yourself down onto his angry cock, the tip red and swollen as precum ran down the sides.

Moans left the two of you as you took all of him, a groan falling off his lips once he was fully settled deep inside your warm walls, the feeling heavenly and like none other he had felt before. Now, he wondered why he hadn’t asked you for this any earlier.

“Baby, you take my dick so well. So full of it. Good fucking girl.” He gritted out, lips gingerly kissing at your neck before nuzzling his face into your tits.

You began moving ever so slightly, slowly moving up and down his dick to test the waters. You had no idea what you were doing, but it felt incredible for the both of you. The tip of his dick kissed at your sweet spot with no problem, eliciting whimpers that rumbled from your chest and shocks of shivers that ran down your spine.

Jeno continued to suck on one of your nipples, your movements becoming faster and faster by the minute, and in no time—you were bouncing on your boyfriend’s dick as if you had been doing it for years.

“Fuck!” He groaned, letting you take full control of the pace while the bed creaked loudly, the sound of skin slapping and your unholy sounds the only thing that echoed between the four walls you were in. “You are doing so well, baby, so so good.”

He could only bask in the feeling of his cock sliding against your slick walls, constantly reaching the deepest parts of your heat deliciously as it clenched around his throbbing shaft.

“J-Jeno, I won't last much longer—”

He caressed your sides gently before thrusting up into your hole, and you wordlessly thanked him with a passionate kiss as the burning in your thighs gradually went away. Jeno pulled you closer to his body, loving the feeling of your tits bouncing against his chest before bringing one hand to your clit, rubbing quick circular motions and eventually prompting your much awaited release after so much teasing.

His hands held your shaking body tenderly, rubbing at your back soothingly as his movements abruptly stopped and ropes of his cum filled your hole, the white substance trickling down your thighs not too much long after.

He sighed, hips slightly grinding into you while you rested your face limply on his shoulder, pressing light kisses on your cheeks as the both of you came down from your highs.

“You should ride me more often.” Jeno smiled, carefully moving your body off his member and laying you down on the fluffy sheets. He threw on some new underwear and sweats and returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth to clean the dried juices from your thighs.

You smiled back at him, eyes threatening to flutter close as you jumped at the oversensitivity whenever the cloth got too near your heat. “Really? I thought you wouldn’t like the idea since you always like being in control.”

“Correction—I’m still in control, that’s why I’m letting you fuck me.”

“Of course.” You snorted, watching him get rid of the cloth before joining you on the bed, immediately snuggling up to him and resting your cheek on his bare chest.

“We should probably take a shower soon.” He whispered, fingers running through your hair.

“Later. I know what a shower together usually means, you pervert.”

“You know it. I love you.”

[sub-hoshi-enthusiast]

ahhhh can you do minghao(svt) cumming from getting spanked,;!&:£)):?44) please👀

Here you go! It's a little short and the ending is kinda bad but I hope you like it anyways 😅

⚠️Warnings⚠️: sub!Minghao, fem!dom!Reader, spankings, mommy kink, degradation (just a little bit tho)

Punishment

Words couldn't describe the anger that flowed through you as you took in the sight in front of you. Minghao was almost always your good boy; he never talked back or even thought about breaking your rules.  That's why you were a little surprised to come home to see your boyfriend desperately thrusting up into his hand while the other one covered his mouth to try and muffle the moans flowing from his lips. You stood still in the doorway way for a minute, shocked. A glare took over your features once you finally snapped out of your trance and you slammed the door closed behind you, alerting him of your presence. His hands immediately flew to his sides, grasping the sheets beneath him and trying to cover himself up.

     "M-Mommy! Uhm, y-you're home early." You scoffed, marching over to where he sat. You combed your fingers through his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look at you. 

      "What the hell is this? You know you aren't allowed to touch yourself without my permission, so what made you think this was okay?" He whimpered as your grip his hair tightened, fidgeting in his spot.

     "I-I was gonna wait for you but i-it hurt mommy~" He whined, pulling down the blanket slightly so you could see his raging red cock. You faked sympathy with a small pout on your face.

     "Awww, can my baby not get off without mommy anymore?" He whimpered loudly, nodding as best he could. Your pout turned into a scowl. "That isn't my problem. You could've called me and I would've helped you. Instead, you decided to be a little slut and tried to get yourself off; how well did that work out for you?" His face was beet red once you let him go, eyes falling to the sheets beneath him in embarrassment. He looked over at you as the bed dipped beneath your weight, curiosity and confusion in his eyes. "Come here." He whimpered at the harsh tone of your voice, slowly crawling over to you. Once he was close enough, you pulled him so he was draped over your lap with his ass in the air. 

     "W-wha- mommy, no! I-I'll be a good boy, I promise! Won't ever touch my pathetic little cock without your permission again!" He cried once he had realized what you were doing. Minghao had never liked the thought of any punishment, but whenever you had to give him one you always chose edging or overstimulation. He always made sure to avoid spankings because he was fairly sensitive and preferred when you babied him, so dealing with pain was never really his strong suit. This time, however, he had gone too far. You had decided that if this won't teach him a lesson, nothing will. 

     "You're gonna count out loud for me, if you miss one we'll start over." You ignored his whines and disapproval of the punishment you had decided, landing the first slap to his ass. The contact made him lurch forward, setting his hands on the floor to steady himself as pain ripped through him. 

     "O-One." He muttered, ears a bright red from embarrassment.

     "Louder slut." You demanded as you landed another slap on the other cheek.

     "Two!" He cried, startled as the pain made his dick twitch against your leg.

     "F-fourteen!" He whimpered, clawing at the carpet as he unconsciously bucked his hips into your thigh. You stopped for a second to massage his bright red skin, watching in amusement as he tried to get as much friction as he could. You had noticed his movements earlier and had chosen to ignore them; you could also feel the precum staining the side of your jeans, soaking through the material. You slapped his ass again, making him drop his head and keen. You waited a few seconds before tutting at him, grabbing his hair to make sure he listened to you.

     "I didn't hear a number there baby." He whimpered, desperately trying to think of the last number he said. 

     "U-uhm - s-sixteen?" You let out a sigh, shaking your head in disapproval. You pushed his head away as you let go of his hair, making him whine and wriggle around in your grip. 

     "I'm gonna need you to start over baby." You sighed, voice laced with disappointment.

     "No! Mommy I'm sorry! Really really s- AH!" You cut him off with a harsh slap to his ass, forcing the tears that had been building up to finally roll down his cheeks. "O-One."

     He continued to sound out every hit as you had instructed him, openly moaning every time your hand met his bright red skin. Tears and drool covered his face as his precum stained your jeans. He finally sobbed out nineteen, his dick incredibly hard and bright red as it helplessly twitched against you. He was almost pleading for you to stop, squirming away from your touch. He cried out a mantra of 'I'm sorry' as you readied your hand to give one final hit. He stiffened as you spanked him, letting out a pornographic moan as his cum stained the side of your leg. Your jaw almost dropped in surprise as he humped the side of your leg to ride out his high, not expecting him to cum so quickly. He eventually stopped his movements, sniffling as he tried to calm down. You finally snapped out of your shocked state, looking down at your leg as some of the cum dripped to the floor.

     "D-Did you really just-" 

     "I-I'm sorry mommy! I know I'm not supposed to cum without your permission, I'm really really sorry mommy!" He sobbed, looking up at you with watery eyes. You helped him sit up so he was straddling you, holding his face in your hands and wiping off his tears with your thumbs. 

     "No no no baby, it's okay, mommy's not mad, you're okay." You gently told him, repeating your words as the tears stopped flowing down his cheeks. "You alright baby?" You asked, making sure you hadn't hurt him or made him uncomfortable in any way. He nodded his head as he buried his face in your neck, muttering a quiet 'Yes mommy'. You let out a small sigh of relief as you pulled him closer to you. Your hands migrated to squeeze his ass, making him yelp in slight pain. You chuckled at his reaction, moving your hands to rest on his hips instead.

     "I'm sorry baby." Minghao playfully glared at you upon seeing the smirk on your face. "Y'know," you said with a small giggle, "you seemed to enjoy that punishment more than you should have." He whined in embarrassment, pushing at your shoulder and crawling off your lap. You let out a loud laugh at the pout on his lips as he flopped onto the bed.

     "I couldn't help it." He whined, refusing to look you in the eyes as you laid down next to him. You hummed in response, kicking your jeans off and pulling him closer to you. Neither of you said anything else as you slowly fell asleep in each other's arms (not to say you wouldn't tease him about it tomorrow because there was no way you'd let him live this down).