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cowboylor · 2 days
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gold-skinned eager baby
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— the only thing that can bring charles down to earth after a race. charles leclerc x fem!reader (18+) oral (f. receiving), soft dom charles, (1) spank.
your sundress is hiked up to your waist before he sinks to his knees.
charles fists the floral pattern in his hand, snaking the other to hastily rub his fingers against you—quickly, without keeping rhythm in mind, anything to keep you whimpering into his neck.
“charles,” you’re saying between his rough kisses. “baby—”
you can't finish any thought when he gets like this. so stoic and eager to have his way with you that you can't help but abandon all words and let him spread your legs however he pleases.
when he finally trails past your navel and he's peering up at you from his knees, you're dry-mouthed and not sure where to put your hands.
“let me taste you,” he orders gruffly, using both hands to keep your dress above your panty line. your head falls back when you feel his breath waft over your clothed core. pressing his mouth against you, he murmurs, “open up for me, mon amour.”
your suppressing your moan through bitten lips, resisting the urge to press yourself deeper onto his face but trying to remain considerate.
“you—” you feel your eyelids involuntarily flutter when his nose nudges against your clit. “you don’t have to.”
your body shudders when you feel him chuckle against you, before moving to look you in the eye. you swallow roughly, staring back at his dark eyes that seem more blown out than usual.
“this,” his fingertips hook around the band of your underwear. “is for me.”
it becomes clear. pleasing you is always something charles has been able to control. something that he takes pride in—hearing the noise you make whenever he takes you over the edge is something he'll remember even after he forgets his own name. it's a constant. it can't be taken away by a bad qualifying session. and when would you ever deny him?
he’s quick with it; his calloused hands running up your thighs before gripping them tightly, pulling you against his mouth again. he presses a wet kiss against your swollen bud, murmuring incoherent praises into you until you’re whining and pulling his hair with nowhere to go but the wall behind you.
“charles,” you gasp his name like a prayer. “please.”
he hitches your leg over his shoulder, his mouth continuing to work against your cunt—drawing sloppy, figure eights with the tip of his tongue and glancing up at you for stolen looks at your fucked-out expression.
“right there,” you muse through bitten lips. “you’re good—you’re so good.”
your praise is met with a swift slap to the side of your thigh.
his muffled agreement against your cunt makes you stifle a smile and you have to resist the urge to tell him how good he is again. how good he is at everything he does and especially, how good he is at making you fall apart on his tongue.
“fucking—” he growls between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. “—soaking.”
you’re mewling, arching against the wall and as he holds your thighs apart. you just about melt when he peers up at you again, eyebrows knitted in frustration from everything else and desire for you. your mouth runs dry. his face is smothered against you before you could remind him how much you love him.
“come for me,” he groans into you—the vibration sending shocks down your spine. “come all over my mouth.”
there are not enough oh god's left in you by the time the heat in your lower stomach coils and you're tugging on his hair harshly. when his nose presses harshly into your clit as he lapping at your core, your thighs begin to shake.
when he pulls your sundress back down, he’s turning you around just as quickly. pressing you against the wall from behind, you gasp as he moves to press himself into you.
“you can take more, can’t you, cherie?” he’s muttering on the cusp of your ear. your eyes roll back because yes, yes—you would take everything he gave you in this moment. “be a good girl and take more for me, yes?”
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bunnys-kisses · 2 days
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simple woman
simon "ghost" riley
cw: mask kink, dub-con, breeding, bimbo-ish!reader, size difference/kink, choking, finger-fucking, degradation (misogyny), impregnation/pregnancy, minor praise kink, there's a lot happening a word from bunny: like the fic! suggest your own! comments are always welcomed <3
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simon just thought you were the sweetest thing to come out the army. he must've thought they were getting desperate by letting a scaredy cat like you in. look at you, you could've even hold a gun steady with your arms shaking! tsk, tsk, tsk. someone like you shouldn't be in a place like this, with all these scary men.
they'd eat you alive and then chew on your bones. they'd lick you in and out like the inside of a crisp package. stay with simon, he'd keep you safe. but safety came with a price. and that price landed you with an extra eight inches inside of you.
he had you alone for the night, away from your barracks and into the single room he had. the privileges of what he did. but a good girl like you had to behave. be good for him.
strong fingers were thrusted in and out of your sweet cunt as he kept another hand of his around your neck to keep you quiet. he wore his mask to conceal his face. even after all this time you saw was his lips and the nasty scar on one side.
"that's a good girl." he said quietly, "i like how you act when i'm three fingers inside of ya. you take me so well."
you whimpered and clutched onto his shoulders. he was just so big compared to you, in every sense of the word. he at least had a head over you and broad enough shoulders that he easily blocked out the sun when he loomed over you. he was strong and domineering.
"that's my girl. you know no one else can have you, right? because if the wrong fucker tried to take you from me. they'd simply end up in pieces in the river."
your nailed dug into the meat of one of his shoulders as you tried to support yourself. you whimpered as he held you still by your throat as he moved his fingers faster in and out of you. you kicked your legs out but he curled around you to keep you close to him.
"stop that, love. i'd hate to have to tie you up and gag you." he squeezed a little and you wheezed. he knew he was in control, he loved the control he had over his little doll.
you squeezed onto him tighter as you tried to take as much air as you could between the moments he relaxed his grip. he dipped his face into your neck as inhaled your sweaty scent, to him it smelt amazing.
"simon." you croaked.
"no, no, girlie. it's lieutenant. and not lt like soap says." he reminded you as he pulled his hand away from your throat and tapped his finger against your nose. he watched you take a deep breath after being deprived of (most) air for some time.
you sputtered and coughed and he continued to fuck you with his calloused fingers. he admired the mark around your neck that he was certain was going to go purple within a few days. he wrapped an arm around around shoulders and pulled you into him as he continued to brutalize your cunt with his fingers.
you panted and moaned into his skin and your nails dug into his shoulders as you tried to leverage yourself. you felt on the knife's edge of pleasure even if it was rough and messy. your toes curled as you panted heavily. the room felt hot and your head felt like a mess.
simon was the only anchor you had to reality. you moaned softly into his strong neck, you could feel the sweat drip down it and onto your nose. it must got hot under the mask.
when you climaxed, your cunt tightened around his fingers. he knew and clamped a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. he watched your tense as he finger-fucked you, then when you relaxed and collapsed onto the bed with you nude body on display for him.
he pulled out his fingers and slipped them under the back to get a taste of your wetness. he groaned to himself before he got your legs off his lap. he got up from the bed and started to undress. you looked at him, your mind was drawn to a blank as you saw the muscle on his body.
he wasn't simply built the way men in superhero movies were. he was like a classic strongman you once saw in a book. you could tell there was heavy muscle, but a layer of thickness over top. it kept him warm in the cold months on base. if he were an animal, it would be like a bear. bulky, intimidating, ready to tear apart whatever victim got in its jaws.
he was scary, you were in love with him.
simon didn't love, he obsessed. his entire life had been stalking, almost hunting for the 'bad guys'. when he worked it was an obsession to track down the likes of terrorists, so it would only make sense that he loved the same way.
he got undressed, but still opted to keep the mask on. you could see his stern dark eyes staring at you as you laid on your stomach on his bed. he could tell you were still out of it, your mind a blur.
"that's a good girl. nice and dumb for me." he chuckled quietly to himself as he approached the bed once more, "no need to think about a damn thing, just how good i make you feel."
"simon, please." you whimpered.
he chuckled as he came over and ruffled your hair, "i know, i know. you're always trying to prove yourself to captain price. but i know what you're capable of. meant to be a good doll for me, maybe instead of being a Sargent, you can become my wife. a better fittin' title for you." he rarely spoke much, but when he was with you and your brain was splatted to the back of your skull, the words came out.
his tongue was filthy, but he saw how you reacted to them. he knew you were a dirty whore, he was just lucky to find you first and keep you all to himself.
he sat down on the edge of the bed and groped your ass. his touches were rough and you tried to back away from him on the bed. but you could never truly escape simon. he was a ghost, he'd find you. so don't go running away, as he always warned you. he wagged his finger at you like you were some kind of child.
but now he was kissing at your neck and gripping your ass with his broad hand. he loved how you felt under him, how he pressed into you. he could crush you so easily, that was why he never understood how you even got into the army. you bruised like a fruit, there were many times he grabbed you and were left purple within a few days.
simon loved the bruises. but only when he did them. he wasn't going to beat you down, you were his doll. but he did enjoy the sight of the splotches of purple and blue on your hips when you undressed for him. he wondered if your fellow soldiers ever gossiped about them.
but that wasn't anything to worry about. soon simon would have his way and you wouldn't even be in the forces. as he moved your hips to be at level with his hard cock, he thought about the nice house he'll get for the both of you.
somewhere he can keep you safe, his hidden treasure. he did want children, he wanted many of them. and you'd give them all to him, he wondered if your folks would be okay if he got you knocked up before the wedding.
the thought made him smile under his mask as he sank down into your pussy, all eight inches slammed into the back of your pussy. you let out a loud moan but he clamped a hand around you mouth to keep you quiet.
"i'm pretty sure." he said, "you don't want the base to know how much of a fuckin' slag you are." he kissed your cheek through the mask harshly, "that's for me to know." then started to thrust in and out of you with on hand around your mouth and the other on your shoulder to guide your body up and down his cock.
the mask up against your hot cheek was overstimulating, the fabric of the balaclava was rough against your skin. your cheeks stung as he thrusted up into you.
the bed squeaked under you two as the headboard hit against the wall gently. simon was lucky that he didn't have any neighbours in that direction.
he was domineering over top of you, he had you under his weight as his cock bullied against your cervix. you gasped and moaned into his hand as you saw stars in your vision. you were such a treat.
he was obsessed with you, he only wanted you. you were everything to him. now he just needed a piece of land and enough security to make sure that no one was going to hurt a single hair on your head. after all it was his duty as the man to make sure his wife was alright.
"you're perfect like this. this is how a woman should be." he remarked, "under me, letting me fuck that sweet cunt. you're a good girl for me. you'll make a good role model for our girls."
you squeaked and your eyes went wide for a moment. but then he slammed against your womb and your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure. you held onto the bed under you and your back was arched as he fucked your harder.
he was practically fucking you up against the headboard, with your body contorted so he could thrust into you without much abandon. your wet pussy made the most delicious sounds as he used you. it felt so good. it was like you were made for him.
he groaned against you and continued his harsh thrusts. he kept you pinned to him, where you belonged. "pretty girl like you was probably told her entire life that you could be whatever you wanted. but, i know better. meant to be a wife and mother to a good englishman." he chuckled in your ear, "make the queen proud by havin' a few brats with me." he felt your cunt tighten around him which made him groan, "my doll likes that, huh? puttin' a man on top for once. don't worry i ain't no deadbeat. happy wife, happy life." he pulled up his mack a little so he could get the feeling of your heated skin against his lips.
you hated how he talked down to you because you were a woman. you had enough of it in the military. but it stirred something in you that you had little words for. maybe the idea of having a few kids with simon wasn't a bad idea. no more trainings, no more missions. just you and him. even as you tried to shake the thought off, your body responded by clenching around his cock. As to ensure that he stayed right in your pussy.
he dropped your face onto the pillow and held you by the neck. then with his other hand he raised your hips further. he was holding you up as he bruised your pussy with his cock.
"nice little place out in the country. five kids should be enough to keep ya busy. five under four years if we're lucky." he chuckled darkly, "kept woman, that's what you'll be. my lovely wife in her place, as she should be." he chuckled. you couldn't even look behind you to see the face he was making with his mask pulled up every so slightly.
"simon." you whimpered.
"what did i say, doll? you're a lower rank among other things. don't make me punish ya."
"sorry, lieutenant." you squeaked.
"good girl." he continued his harsh thrusts that left the bed moving. your brain felt like mush once more, his words rang in your head like church bells. you were too far gone with him, he was obsessed with you. his claws were in you long before this and there was no escaping it now.
it almost brought a cold fear in you at the idea of taking another lover. if he found out someone touched what was his. you could only imagine the damage he'd do, not only to the man you were with but also you, yourself.
his movements started to stagger, he had less focus and was relying on instinct as he rammed his cock into you. he was getting close to his own climax. your pussy was such a delight around him, you accommodated his large size perfectly. you were a dream.
he gave a few more heavy thrusts before he finished inside of you, "good girl, take me all. that's it. make sure not to spill a drop or i'll have to get find ways to keep in ya next time."
"yes, lieutenant." you moaned into the pillows. you tensed when he started to play with your clit. his fingers were fat but nimble. they rubbed against your sweet spot as you clenched around his still hardened cock.
"i ain't done with you yet, love." he said in your ear as you climaxed around him, "got a couple more loads before i think i've seeded ya enough. you just lie there like a good girl and let me take care of everything."
there was no option to say 'no', you were pinned under him with his cock buried inside of you. you meekly nodded. he chuckled and you shuddered.
you knew it was going to be a long night.
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the last name riley wasn't the worst one to have. simon often joked that it could be long like mactavish. it had been three years since you left the military to be his bride.
now you were on your fourth kid, about six months pregnant. you hard a girl and two twin boys. you wanted to keep the gender of baby number four a secret.
he had your legs open, he held onto your thighs as he sank his cock into you. he groaned out loud. the kids were asleep which meant it was time for mama and papa to play.
he placed your legs up against his chest, closed to one side. he then leaned forward and bent your knees as much as the belly would allow. he had you in a press as he bullied his cock into your pussy.
he groaned as he felt the tight heat around his cock. you looked perfect in his eyes, you gave him everything he wanted. you were a fine mama, a good wife to him. he gave a few gentle thrusts as he looked into your eyes.
the mask was long gone, but the look in his eye remained back when you first started to have sex. he was obsessed with you still and every little thing you did.
there was no place you could ever hide from him. he had claimed you inside and out. but it was alright, he intended on keeping you for a long time.
"good girl." he grumbled.
"thank you, lieutenant." <3
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luveline · 9 hours
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You mentioned in one post that bombshell!reader was furious with the team for not helping Reid with his addiction (as she should be)…. Would you maybe write about her helping him thru withdrawal or thru the cravings that follow? Maybe subtly at first, then just making sure he knew he wasn’t alone? Just some tender moments where Spencer starts to realize she actually cares about him, even if he doesn’t believe her flirting yet.
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I love every single thing you write, even for fandoms I’m not even in. You’re amazing!!
thank you for requesting my sweetheart!!! I really hope this is what you wanted, love you <3 fem!reader
cw past drug abuse
“Hi, Spencer Reid.” 
You perch on the edge of his desk with no further introduction. You’ve changed perfumes, to his immediate recognition, the rich smell of your usual parfum swapped for a less consuming scent. He detects apple blossom, and rose, the smallest hint of jasmine, a contrast to your usual vanilla and peony. The human brain can remember 50,000 scents, and Spencer can remember all of yours. Or, he could. 
“You’re not saying hi anymore?” 
“Hi, Y/N.” 
“Hi. It’s nice to see you.” You put your hand on his. Spencer isn’t sure you’ve ever touched his hand before, he’s never really let you, but he doesn’t move away. A huge winding of tension between his shoulders begins to unspool. “It’s really nice to see you, babe. I’ve missed you tons and tons.” 
He looks up tentatively. “You have?” 
“I have. I haven’t really been invited, today. I’m just here to see you.” 
“Why?” Spencer asks. 
You tighten your fingers on his hand. “Missed you. Thought maybe we should, like…” And that’s unusual, for you to use filler words, Spencer doesn’t know what to think of it. “Well, I have something to say to you, and it’s going to either sound reassuring or ridiculous.” 
“Okay.” 
You give him a withering look. “Don’t make it any easier for me.” 
He laughs. The sound alone fosters your smile. “Sorry,” he says softly, “I doubt it’ll be ridiculous.” 
“Spencer Reid, we are friends. We are. But we never do anything outside of work, so I was thinking you could come over tonight and we’d make dinner and watch TV and stuff.” 
“And stuff.” 
“I’m a bit nervous,” you confess, looking down at your lap, then quickly back up into his face, “I’m worried you won’t want to.” 
You’re kind to avoid saying what he’s sure you’re thinking; you’re worried he won’t want to spend the night with you, and instead will look down the long barrel of a small needle. Or, he thinks that’s what you’re thinking. He does it to everyone. 
“What do you want to make for dinner?” he asks. 
“What are you enjoying lately?” 
“I… I don’t know. I’m not really eating.”
“Cereal?” 
“Yes,” he laughs. “Lots of cereal.” 
You tap the wheel of his chair with your heel. You’re dressed as though you aren’t working, wearing a sweet dark dress with a starched collar and baby sleeves, stockings, and a necklace at your neck that glows with a small white crystal. You look amazing. It never makes any sense to Spencer, why you’d taken an interest in him, and why you bother now. He knows he’s hard to care for. He knows he’s making it worse. 
You look up and down his face. You must see the purple half circles beneath his eyes, the crack at the corner of his mouth, the cut he can’t stop picking on his cheek. Every time it scabs, he opens it again. One second he’s sitting there and the next he’s got blood under his fingernail. 
“Hug?” you ask hopefully. 
He goes to stand. You move in too fast and wrap your arms around him, leg slotting between his, leaning over his shoulders with a distinct sense of protectiveness. You squeeze him, a little sigh escaping you that sounds loud so close to his ear. 
“How has it been this week?” you ask quietly. 
“It’s fine.” He cups your back in his arm carefully. The other wraps tight around the small of it. He soaks you up, scared you’re gonna pull away any second. 
“How are you feeling about it? Do you need any extra help?” 
He cringes. “No,” he says. “It’s really fine.” 
“When you texted me, about the cravings? What are they like today?” 
He wishes he could breathe in the smell of your perfume and your skin and tell you they’re all better now. It would make sense; there isn’t much in his life that hasn’t been made better by your attention. He’d struggle to do this without you. You’re his only friend who actually cared enough to say the problem out loud, but you’re just a woman, you can’t work the sort of magic necessary to kick this for him. 
“Spencer?” You pull away, nudging his cheek with the back of your finger. 
“They’re okay. I’m not gonna do anything.” 
“Good, honey. I’m proud of you. I know how hard this is.” 
He bites the inside of his lip, surprised at your caring. He shouldn’t be.
“What are you two whispering about?”
You and Spencer have different reactions to Emily’s sudden question. He flinches like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and you, still vaguely pissed with everyone for not telling you Spencer was struggling and not afraid to show it, keep your eyes trained on his face. 
“Nothing,” Spencer says. 
You turn to her with a small smile. You still like her, Spencer knows. Secretly, he’s pleased you’re angry for him. It’s nice to have someone so obviously on his side. “We’re just deciding what to get for dinner.” 
“Oh, nice. Date night?” she teases. 
You press your cheek to his forehead. “Date night,” you agree, your hand unmissable where it bunches in his sweater near his heart. 
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jayke0 · 3 days
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A Pleasant Surprise
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Summary: Steven has had something on his mind for a while now, and finally he divulges his fantasy to you; degrading was certainly not on your playing cards.
Rating: nsfw, smut
Warnings/Content: sub!Steven, dom!reader, fem!reader, “mommy” title, degrading, grinding, cumming in pants, lmk if there's anything else I should add :).
Word count: 1,441
Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.
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When Steven had come to you with a “fun idea”, you'd expected something along the lines of ”naive uni teacher gets fucked by his student”, but this was so much better.
“Love? I have a, uh…suggestion,” Steven calls from the bathroom between brushing his teeth. “Well, it's more of a proposal, really.”
“Yeah? Go on.” You're sitting in your bedroom reading some gruesome crime novel that Marc seems to have a real distaste for.
You hear the water running briefly before your boyfriend joins you in the room, warm morning sun streaming in through the cracked curtains and casting a soft glow over his face. “I mean, we don't have to do it now of course. I know you're reading and all that, and I have to get to work in a bit–.”
You close your book and pat the edge of the bed, making him instantly respond to your gesture by placing himself down. “I'm all ears, sweetheart, lay it on me.”
Blood rushes to Steven's face as he actually thinks about saying it outloud, feet shuffling a little on the creaky floorboards. The words feel stuck in his throat now that he has to speak them, despite the fact he'd thought about the whole image on numerous occasions... and in great detail.
“Heeyy c’mon,” your hand brushes his arm, and you move closer to him to wrap your arms fully around his, crinkling his blue floral shirt. “You know I can't read your mind, Steven… Though I wish I could, that'd be super fucking helpful, then the other two couldn't lie to me.”
His chuckle makes you smile and you feel him draw in a long breath.
”I wanna like… grind against you… and I want you to mock me for it, u-until I cum… in my trousers…”
The pauses between his words are almost comical, but you look up at his face and see that he's completely serious, looking at you with wide eyes and waiting for an answer.
“Oh! Right.”
“Ah, Gods! No no... no no no no no, forget it–.” He frantically shakes his head, his hands doing the same as his face scrunches. “It's weird, I'm sorry, pretend I never said anything. Me and my big bloody mouth.”
“Steven,” you say between giggles, hand resting on his soft face to pull his gaze towards you. “It's not weird, silly! I just didn't expect you to be the one that's into degrading.” Careful not to fall back off of the bed, you climb onto his lap, thighs either side of his as you examine his expression, how gorgeous he looks with his brows knitted together and his unruly curls that Marc would definitely be gluing down with copious amounts of gel right about now.
His chest deflates as he lets out a soft sigh, resting his head on your chest out of embarrassment while you link your arms around his neck to run your fingers through the long curls at the back of his head. You feel his hands graze up your back, gliding under your night shirt and making you shiver with the warmth.
“Are you sniffing me?”
“No! Well…” he pauses, “yeah, but not in a creepy way.” The man lifts his head and looks up at you with those big doe eyes, and you watch them close as you start rolling your hips down on him slowly. You're only in your underwear underneath that shirt, but Steven is fully clothed and ready for work… or at least he would be, if his eyes weren't fluttering shut and arousal wasn't growing in his tummy.
“I promise you, darling, I like your idea.” You reassure him with your hips drawing slow circles against the material of his trousers, creating a delicious friction. “As long as you tell me if it's too much, alright?”
The bed creaks a little with your grinding before he looks up at you, nodding with a kind of desperation in his eyes that lights a fire in your gut.
“You promise?”
“Yeah love, yeah I promise.” He says, his voice a little more whiny.
You don't bother yourself with working out the psychological reasons for why your boyfriend enjoys being degraded about how long he can last, chalking it up to his masculinity, despite your reassurances that he's just as much of a man as his other two alters.
“You've got 10 minutes, think you can do that?”
Steven groans at your question, since both of you know all too well that 10 minutes is more than enough time. Still, he nods, big puppy dog eyes looking up at you and begging you to divulge in his vision.
A smirk creeps across your face when you see those glassy eyes, your gaze trailing down to the blush dusting his cheeks and the straining muscles in his neck.
“God Steven, I love the way you look at me. Look at those big soft eyes, all for mommy, aren't they?”
He lets out a whimper with the use of that title, his cock stirring in his trousers and reminding you of the thin barrier that's stopping you from grinding on the rough material of his slacks all together. The man doesn't take his gaze off of you; he drinks in every one of your features as if he's seeing you for the first time.
Rocking his hips up, he pants.
“Yes mommy, all for you, I'm all for you.”
“That's right, sweetheart, those desperate eyes are for me. that dumb little face is mine.” You lean forward and nip his bottom lip, soothing it afterwards with your tongue as he gasps and bucks his hips.
“I can feel you twitching, baby. You just can't help it, can you? Always getting so worked up and hard when I'm around, maybe I should put this pretty cock in a cage, what do you think?”
Steven's shoulders drop as he leans forward into your neck, biting and sucking any skin he can get his mouth on while his hot breath and whimpers raise goosebumps over your skin.
The suction he had in your neck is broken as his head is suddenly jerked backwards, your grip tight in his hair and making him whimper pathetically.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart.”
His adam's apple bobs in his throat as he tries to suppress his moans, his head nodding wildly. “Yes mommy, I'd– agh–I'd love that.” His hips buck again.
“Mhm.. then you'd at least last longer than 5 minutes, you'd actually be able to fuck me properly.”
Steven's mouth hangs agape, his eyes now squeezed shut as his grip on your hips tighten and he guides your hips down on him harder, wanting more, anything.
“Sh–it… Ah- Feels so good.” His eyebrows knit together in a beautifully strained way. “More, gimme more–.”
You tut with a small smirk on your lips, rocking back and forth to coat his trousers in your own arousal that's seeped through your underwear.
“Oh, look at you, you gonna cum in your pants, baby? Gonna prove how pathetic you are to mommy?” You feel the muscles in his shoulders and back tighten. “C'mon sweetheart, cum for me, ruin those pants.”
Sweet moans and whimpers tumble from the man's rosy lips as he finally lets go, staining his boxers enough that you feel the wetness as it soaks a spot on his trouser leg.
His grip on your hips loosens, but he doesn't stop whimpering, soft babbles and huffs escaping his throat as he calms down. You stroke his head, combing your fingers through his hair as your hips slow. “Good boy, you're such a good boy, Steven.” You smile brightly at him, despite the fact his eyes are still shut.
They only flutter open when he feels your hand stroking his cheek and tilting his head down.
“Are you ok, baby? How do you feel?”
His cheeks are flushed bright red still, beads of sweat sitting on his forehead from the warmth of his button-up shirt. A smile cracks across his face as he nods shyly, “I'm ok– great, yeah.. I'm great, actually.”
“You sure? I didn't hurt your feelings, did I?”
He shakes his head and tilts face to kiss your palm. “No, you didn't, love. I promise.”
His eyes drift down to the wet patch on his trousers, your eyes following as you chuckle softly.
“Should probably change…” He mumbles while resting his head on your shoulder.
“Yeah, that's probably a good idea.” You place a kiss on his neck as you embrace him, ignoring the fact that he will most definitely be late to work… again.
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ilwonuu · 3 days
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Really enjoyed your recent Jaehyun fic! Can I please request shower sex with Jaehyun + maybe a few more rounds after?
anon..i love this idea. i know im gonna have so much fun writing this. thank you for your request!!! <3
₊˚ෆ let me have you ₊˚ෆ
↬ jeong jaehyun
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𓍯 pairing- nonidolbf!jaehyun x fem reader, established relationship, sweetdom!jaehyun x sub reader
𓍯 warnings- shower sex, unprotected sex(u alr know), multiple rounds, riding, lazy sex, dirty talk( jaehyun skhskwhsbsbwvam), multiple creampies, pet names (reader is called baby), needy reader & jaehyun, kissing, they are too horny bye, lmk what else
𓍯 a/n- im so sorry this is literally so late… I HOPE YOH LIKE (i was feral when i wrote this so im sorry if it is crazy idek.. lmk what u think)
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you and jaehyun have been running around all day non stop. finishing errands you needed to get done. finally getting home around 7pm. both of you exhausted wanting to get into bed quickly.
of course jaehyun suggested you two shower together. so that’s exactly what you were doing. his hands were quick to start roaming your body.
“you look so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as his hand rubs against your thigh. “jaehyun please.” a smirk against his lips as he kisses against your neck.
“tell me what you want baby.” his hand parting your legs as you grips your hip with his other hand. “touch me. i need you.”
his kisses against your neck are now sloppy as you feel his thumb against your clit as he pushes two fingers inside you.
“oh- jaehyun please more.” his smirk hasn’t left his lips. “you feeling greedy baby? want my dick already?” his fingers speeding up as he watches your eyes fall shut at the feeling.
“don’t you want to cum baby?” he teases as he slows his fingers. “i w-want to cum with you- fuck please.” he smiles pulling you into a kiss.
pulling his fingers out of you but not stopping his thumb against your clit. his other hand grabbing his dick. stopping his thumb to wrap your leg around his waist.
“look at me.” he says grabbing your face to keep eye contact with him. his dick slowly pushing inside of you.
“yeah- fuck baby. you’re so good for me.” your moans and whimpers already flowing out of you as he starts to rock his hips into you. the warm water against your bodies making your mind hazy.
his mouth is sucking your neck. he leaves nips against your shoulder, receiving a loud moan from you. the pace of his hips making you squirm. he grabs ahold of your hair making you kiss him.
your hips rolling to meet his thrusts. “yeah baby you like that? you’re so fucking wet.” he says with a small laugh, disbelief as he watches your eyes start to roll back. “my pretty girl gonna cum?” his voice almost making you cum.
“jaehyun p-please.” he grabs your neck with his free hand, gently pulling you into a kiss. “want my cum baby? tell me.” his tone shifting as you look at his eyes.
his dark eyes piercing you with lust as he grabs you hip to rock with his thrusts. “please cum in m-me oh fuck. i’m coming!” his mouth against your nipple sending you over the edge as you clench around him.
“yeah- fuck you take it so well baby.” you coming undone all over his dick. his hips stuttering shortly after. he comes so deep inside you, painting your walls as his hips sloppily milk his cum in you.
“you’re gonna be the death of me fuck y/n.” his hips slowing down as he pulls you into another kiss. “want to ride you so bad jae-“ he’s pulling his dick out of you slowly with a smile.
“anything you want baby.” he smiles as you two finally finishing washing your bodies. not like its gonna matter that you showered. he’s guiding you out the shower as he dries the two of you off. “come here baby.”
he says as he sits back against your headboard. you climbing onto his lap as quick as you could. “such a needy girl. come on baby you gonna let me have you? want you to be mine only. show me.”
his dirty talk going straight to your pussy as you line up his dick with your entrance. his hands immediately going to your hips as you kiss him softly. you rubbing against him painfully slow for the both of you.
“fuck baby don’t t-tease fuuck.” you stopping his thoughts as you lower yourself onto him. “feel so good jaehyun.” your eyes rolling back as you start to move your hips, jaehyun’s hands on your hips guiding you.
“just like that- fuck baby you’re so perfect for me.” both of your moans filling the room. “jaehyun- so deep- i can’t!” he shakes his head.
“take it baby shit- you gonna cum pretty?” one of his hands neglecting your hip to fondle your breast.
“want you to cum for me. make a pretty mess. can you do that for me?” his hips now fucking up to meet your movements.
“fuck you don’t know how hard it was for me not to fuck you in the car. you would’ve liked that huh? the possibility of someone seeing me fuck you so good. s-shit.”
you’re clenching around him as your hips stop their movements. his hips now fucking up into you as he hits the spot you need. you moaning out almost coming then.
“right there baby? you look so fucking pretty.” his words making you cum instantly. “f-fuck you’re so tight.” he lets out a deep groan as his load fills you. you fall against his chest as you try to catch your breath.
“you okay baby? you think i can get another round out of you?” you nod mindlessly as he lifts you off of his lap.
“you’re doing the work, my legs are burning.” he just laughs as he positions himself the lay behind you. he opens your legs, you feel his dick rub your slit teasingly.
“jaehyun- don’t tease please.” he leaves a few kisses against your neck. “you’re so impatient baby.” he laughs as he pushes his dick inside you. the third time you’re feeling this stretch. you’re not complaining though.
“fuck me jaehyun oh-“ his hips rolling into you slowly as he releases low grunts and groans into your ear. “you are fucking m-made for me baby.” his words making your arousal practically flow out of you.
“you’re so wet- im sliding right in baby.” you are so far gone now. his dick hitting the perfect spot over and over. his dirty talk and moans are intoxicating. you are so far gone you didn’t even get to warn as you came all over his dick.
“fuck- im coming. so fucking messy baby.” his dick twitches inside you as load fills you again. you moaning at the feeling of him fucking you through your highs.
“take it all- fuck you’re so perfect baby.” he pulls your face back slightly to kiss your lips. pulling out of you slowly him getting up to grab a rag to clean you. him coming back with the rag. cleaning you softly as he plants kisses around your body.
“you’re so pretty.” you blush smiling at him. he smiles pulling you into another kiss before finishing cleaning you up. climbing next to you to pull you into his arms.
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xoxunhinged · 2 days
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Nikto x Ghost x König x Keegan x You
Poker Night - Part 2 😏 You asked for it…
MDNI, Heavy duty smut, four-way, double penetration, oral, PinV, PinA, dicks everywhere, I could go on but hopefully ya get the drift
Big thank you to @blacktacmopsi who was the sanity and beta for this madness. Also thank you to the original anon who made me feral by dropping this into my RQs
The most whimsical combination…Part 1 is here
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It’s so tense around the poker table, you could cut it with a knife.
Keegan’s icy eyes are narrowed almost to slits in his face. Nikto keeps flashing irritatingly smug looks at him, still obviously holding a strong hand.
König is glancing at you repeatedly, sat snuggly on Ghost’s lap. The Austrian shuffles his cards occasionally, rubbing the back of his neck.
You watch them all, tracing little patterns on Ghost’s jean covered thighs with your fingers. Every now and then he rubs his cheek against the side of your face. You can feel his stubble through the soft balaclava.
König deals the final turn, while everyone watches closely.
“Fucking bullshit.” Snarls Keegan. Then he glances at you. “I’m sorry baby, I gotta fold.”
Ghost leans forward and picks up another card.
“Better luck next time mate.”
Keegan huffs mutinously.
“I, for one, cannot wait to fuck you pretty.” Nikto grins blowing you a kiss.
You wriggle on Ghost’s lap and he plants a small peck on the top of your head.
After the final round, Nikto lays down his cards with a flourish. He’s got a straight flush.
Ghost sighs and lays down his own straight.
“Tag team?” He asks Nikto, one blonde brow quirking. Ghost doesn’t really want to share you, but rules are rules. They’ve got to split the winnings.
“I go first I think.”
König’s voice rings out firmly, as he places a royal flush on the table.
Nikto and Ghost both seem momentarily lost for words. Even Keegan’s scowl drops for a minute in disbelief.
“Let me see those!” Snaps Nikto, almost jumping across the table to examine them. But there’s no doubting the neat set of hearts König has collected.
“Come here Maus.” He pats his knee gently.
You go to get up, but Keegan and Nikto stand too.
“I won the night fair and square.” König hisses.
Ghost looks him dead in the eye.“You did. But no one said we didn’t get to watch.”
Nikto’s aqua eyes are glittering in his mask. Ghost stands and carries you to the bedroom in the apartment, while the others follow. Then, he settles himself in an old armchair nonchalantly.
You climb onto the kingsize in the centre of the room. König stares from you on the bed, over to Ghost, while Keegan moves behind you and snuggles into your neck.
“You okay baby? You can tell me if you’re not.”
You kiss him on the cheek reassuringly, then reach for König’s hand. For a minute he looks like he wants to keep bickering with Nikto, who’s now sat on the corner of the mattress.
But when you tug off your jeans and expose your weeping cunt to him, he forgets about that entirely.
Sinking to the edge of the bed, König tugs his mask off and buries his face into your core. You squirm, as his lips and tongue devour you, large palms spreading your legs wider.
“How’s it taste?” Nikto asks, voice heavy as he watches König licking broad stripes across your pussy.
“Unbelievable.” Replies the Austrian, the vibrations of his voice nearly making your eyes roll back in your head.
Keegan starts placing little love bites on your shoulder, unbuttoning your shirt as he does it.
“Let em see your rack baby, it’s to die for.”
When your breasts are free of the little black bra you’re wearing, Keegan starts playing with your nipples. He knows just how much that makes your toes curl.
Nikto grabs his arm.
“I don’t think so, you lost remember?”
He shoves Keegan aside roughly and pulls you into his chest, his own palms touching your tits, as you feel his cock rigid against your ass.
König shoots him a look, but doesn’t remove his mouth from you. Gradually he starts to stretch you out on his fingers, prepping you for what’s to come.
Relegated to the bedside, Keegan adjusts his stiff dick in his trousers. Ghost just watches silently, occasionally tilting his head like he’s thinking about something.
You don’t notice any of this really though, too lost in the feeling of König’s mouth and Nikto’s burning kisses, warm on your soft neck.
Legs shaking, König brings you to your first peak. Then he withdraws his rigid cock, fisting it a few times. It’s fucking huge and you gulp at the sight of it, despite your earlier bravery.
Shooing Nikto away, König pulls you to the edge of the bed and puts one leg on his broad shoulder.
“Ready Schatz?” He asks you, rubbing himself against your slick until you whimper. Tremulously you nod, then he bullies his shaft into you in one thrust.
“Fuck!” You’re arching off the bed, as König grunts, bottoming out.
Keegan kneels next to you, his own cock out as he strokes it.
“You’re doing so good baby. Such a good girl.”
You grit your teeth, as it feels like König is rearranging your insides.
Then Nikto, in a surprisingly tender gesture, kneels on your other side and turns your face to his.
“So pretty, such a sweet little thing.” Nikto’s hand reaches down and starts playing with your clit, making pleasure begin to replace the pain of the stretch.
König kisses your calf softly, slowing his pace to let you adjust. The bed creaks as Ghost settles by your head. He pulls you up slightly onto his knees, so you can see König’s thick dick moving into your tight pussy.
“You’re okay love, look at how well you’re taking him.”
You moan, as Nikto’s wicked fingers tease your little bud. Ghosts digits toy with your lips, sliding them inside your mouth. He chuckles as you start to suck.
Trembling slightly with his impending release, König flips you onto all fours.
“Stretch em out ready for us.” Ghost orders.
With the discipline of a trained soldier, König spits onto his hand and starts massaging it into your tight asshole. You keen, knees shaking as he slides one thick finger in, then two.
“Gonna cum!” You cry, your orgasm sneaking up as König stretches your puckered ring.
All four men groan, as you clench with ecstasy. König cums shortly afterwards, the pressure of your cunt too much, with his thick spend soaking your thighs.
Keegan fists his dick hard. König pulls out, as Ghost lifts you towards him.
His shaft is almost as thick as König’s, but you’re too fucked out to worry about it. Nikto slides straight back into your dripping pussy, letting out a deep growl at how wet it is.
“Fuck, even prettier from the inside little one.”
You take Ghost into your mouth, tasting the salty fluid on the crown of his dick. It hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly.
“Take it slow yeah.” Ghost coaches you as you begin to suck him, eyes wide and shining.
Nikto is lost in your cunt, swearing in Russian. Ghost knots a hand into your hair, bringing your gaze up to his face again.
“Reckon you can take us both love?”
You nod, mouth full of cock making it difficult to reply. Nikto’s dick as a slight curve in it, that’s scrambling all coherent thought.
You’re manhandled between Ghost and Nikto, sandwiched between their broad chests perfectly. The Russian croons and strokes your hair, as Ghost lines himself up behind you.
“Just relax pretty one.” Nikto toys with your clit again, as the pressure of Ghost pushing into your barren channel becomes intense.
You start to pant as he works himself inside. The stretch is fucking delicious though, building in intensity until you’re barely able to keep your head up. Nikto thrusting into your core, while Ghost matches him in your arse, thighs slapping against your cheeks.
You swear you’re almost drooling.
“Goddamn baby! Doing so well!” Huffs Keegan, about ready to cum in his own hand. König runs soft fingers down your cheeks, whispering endearments at you.
You have no idea what he’s saying, the raw sounds of sex filling the room. But it seems sweet.
Nikto and Ghost begin to work you hard, spurring each other on. When they switch places, you moan at the emptiness.
“Such a needy thing eh.” Ghost kisses you roughly, mask tugged up over his nose.
Nikto isn’t as long as Ghost, but his cock still makes your eyes sting as it fucks into your rear. You whine, clutching at the strong shoulders in front of you.
Ghost huffs, pupils dilating, chest to chest with you. Unable to help yourself, you cream all over him, cumming so hard your vision blacks out for a moment.
The increased pressure makes Nikto follow you over the edge. He spanks your arse as he pulls out, leaving a large red print.
You wrap your arms tightly around Ghost’s neck, as Keegan groans into his fist. You feel König’s hands around your waist, as he takes Nikto’s place.
You’re sobbing, eyes rolling as the Austrian starts to rearrange your insides again, from this new angle. He and Ghost refuse to make eye contact, even as they’re both losing their minds inside you.
It’s so tight, you think you might actually be torn in two. Both men are chasing their highs, making your body fucking sing.
Ghost grabs your chin and forces your mouth against his as he finishes. His counterpart is not going to last much longer, you’re so hot and tight, clenching around him.
Ever the gentleman, Ghost holds you up, cooing at you, fucking his seed back into your core with his fingers. You gasp, while his rough thumb teases your over sensitive clit, another peak building in your stomach.
“Cum love, just once more. Want this one to be mine.” He whispers.
Through the burning sting of König rutting into your body, Ghost coaches one more orgasm from you, grinning as you leak over his fingers.
Just as you wail your way through it, König growls and pumps a second load inside you. Exhausted, you fall forwards into Ghost’s arms, clinging to his muscled body.
Hours later, while König snores, Keegan carries you into the shower. Ghost and Nikto aren’t around to tell him off, both smoking and playing cards again in the next room.
“You okay baby, fuck I ain’t ever seen anything like that.”
You nod, eyelashes fluttering sleepily. Carefully, Keegan runs you a bath and places your aching body into it.
You drag him in too, so water slops over the sides.
“Did you finish?” You ask him coyly, watching his lean arms cuddling around your hips.
He rests his head on your shoulder.
“Yeah. But I won’t say no to another round, if you’re up to it doll?”
Quietly, so he won’t get his ear chewed off by the victorious players, Keegan fucks you in the bathroom as you hold onto the sink.
Four in one night. A personal record you think, while he makes you quake around his length, turning your face to the mirror to watch.
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delirious-donna · 2 days
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The Oral Lesson
an: the amount of time I spend thinking about these two men and how badly they might share a lover would probably see me on some kind of watch list… it’s more than time I put pen to paper, so to speak. This could be a series, maybe? Perhaps..? Depends on engagement (and I don’t mean likes alone!)
premise: It was meant to be a forbidden fantasy, one that would never become reality, but when you open your eyes to find the Hokage’s loyal guard dog on his knees before you, you know things have changed. However, it would be some time before you realise the enormity of this moment…
pairing: Hokage Kakashi x female reader x ANBU Obito
warnings: canon divergent (Obito always lives in my fics), NSFW throughout, without spoiling everything - its reader receiving oral, power play between the men, reader is married to Kakashi, reader is assumed curvy, touch starved is not the potential name of the series for no reason
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There were no two ways about it, this had to be a dream.
The pinnacle of wet dreams that you would reminisce about for months, perhaps years, to come. Except the hand curled lightly around the column of your throat was all too realistic to be fantasy. Too familiar with roughened callouses covering the fingertips and edging the broad palm.
Kakashi Hatake—your husband.
His unique scent of oak-smoked wood chips, and that subtly sweet hint that you had never been able to give a name, filled your nose. At times, you would swear his scent reminded you of the scorched earth after a lightning strike, and it was true right now.
Your eyes flickered open, audibly gasping to see an ANBU shinobi sitting on his haunches before you. The mask was one you were all too familiar with, the painted whorls of the Hokage’s personal guard and you were privileged to know his true name… Obito Uchiha.
This couldn’t be happening. The teasing from moments ago felt like a lifetime passed and you squirmed atop Kakashi’s lap but were unable to escape. Do you really wish to? A small voice in your head said that you should, that what was being suggested was wrong but how badly you had desired this very outcome blew away those prim and proper reservations.
“Her pulse shot through the roof when you looked at her, Obito. I told you that she wanted this…���
You gasped to hear your husband speak about you like this, though the words were not untrue. The hollows of the eye holes shifted from deep midnight pits to blazing crimson orbs that seared your skin with tantalising warm fire without so much as touching you. His breathing was becoming laboured as he sat there, hands laying flat on his thighs in a position of submission.
Obito was only this composed and subservient for one man—your man—and it aroused you to see that there was a strain in his posture to maintain his stance. The threads of his compliance frayed beneath the weight of his desire.
“Kashi,” you breathed, voice barely more than a whisper though your gaze never left Obito’s. Your tongue felt thick and heavy in your mouth, the thin cotton of your dress smothering despite being lightweight and flimsy on your body. The heat of Kakashi’s body beneath you certainly didn’t help matters, nor did the intense fiery blaze you were captivated by.
He hummed in response. “Hm? Something to say, sweetheart? Weren’t you just finishing telling me that you’d let him put his hands and mouth on you if I agreed?”
With an embarrassed moan, you tried to hide your face in the crook of his neck. Mortified beyond belief that Kakashi would so openly admit the hushed words of your most forbidden fantasies, ones you never thought would come to fruition.
“Don’t be shy, my love. Obito feels the same way, although I guess you didn’t know that,” Kakashi drawled with such measured control that you were reminded exactly how he reached this position of power. Not many could act so calmly in high-pressure situations, but Kakashi excelled where others failed. Simply another reason to love him as much as you did.
Obito hadn’t said a word up to this point, not even the smallest sound escaped his mouth and you marvelled at his self-control. The metal arm guards that normally covered his forearms were nowhere to be seen, the same for the grey flak jacket you were accustomed to.
Now, he knelt on the floor in only the standard ANBU dark pants, a black sleeveless compression shirt that covered up to his throat and equally black gloves that ended halfway up his biceps.
You were endlessly fascinated by those biceps.
The way they bulged when his hands curled into fists only to flatten back into some semblance of submission seconds later. Your breathing became harsh watching the action be repeated in an endless loop. Without realising, you pushed yourself upright on Kakashi’s lap, your fingers curling into his forearm each time Obito made his own fists until you made indents with the edges of his nails.
Behind you, Kakashi smiled. “You’ve been rather quiet, Obito… don’t you have anything to say to my wife?”
“I… don’t know if that would be wise, Lord Sixth,” Obito muttered after a long drawn-out moment of silence. His voice was deeper than Kakashi, rougher around the edges and you could hear the forced formality enough to know it grated down his spine to speak this way.
The three of you had shared many casual moments, it was a given since the two men were friends and rivals from years gone past. Heavens, you had cooked for this man. Shared stories of their youth over bottles of wine. Patched rips in his uniform.
Kakashi clicked his tongue. “Lose the airs and graces, you’re not here as my guard. Speak freely and tell my wife how much you covet her.”
You gasped, turning your head to meet charcoal eyes filled with humour, but while you stared, you could make out a darkness that spoke of something else. A power play? It should make you feel vulnerable… used, yet it was quite the opposite.
To be desired by two powerful men, one the Hokage and the other the current highest-ranking ANBU captain in Konoha. Your beloved husband and his best friend, though both would try to deny such a claim. You were damp between your thighs, arousal pooling into the seat of your underwear and it warmed your cheeks until you were certain it was obvious.
“It’s true. I’ve wanted a taste of what you have for some time now. Not that I would have ever done anything about it!” He asserted, eyes never leaving your face whilst he spoke to the man at your back. “But if she is willing and you… are willing to share—”
“Under my supervision and guidance only. Take off the mask, let our pretty girl see you without the guise of an animal,” Kakashi interjected whilst pressing a kiss to your neck.
The animal mask fell to the side, skittering across the floor and out of sight. It left only the man. The scars on his face from years gone by did nothing to detract from how handsome he was. His lips were pleasingly plump, nose nice and straight and those eyes—those beautiful expressive eyes—were easy to fall into and lose yourself entirely. Even without the Sharingan activated, you were drawn to those dark, all-seeing eyes.
“May he touch you, sweetheart? Shall I teach him how to please you? Let us see if he can make you mewl as I can,” he hummed, nipping at your ear and drawing his hands higher to paw lightly at your breasts.
A nod was all you could manage, followed by yet another gasp of alarm when Obito leaned close and kissed the outside of your knee. He’d moved so swiftly that following the movement was impossible.
His touch was delicate, careful as if he worried you’d break if he were to show his true colours. With his assistance, you spread your legs until they bracketed the outside of Kakashi’s beneath you. The man in question gripped at your dress and bunched it higher until your underwear came into view.
Obito appeared transfixed and a vein popped in his temple from tightly he held his jaw. The muscles of his biceps bulged against the snug hold of his long gloves and when he raised a hand to touch your pubic mound through the cotton fabric, you sighed breathily and shifted your hips.
“Is she wet?”
His crimson eyes shot up to yours, searching for permission to reply, and you smiled kindly, a wave of affection forming in your chest. “Y-yes. Right here…” Obito stroked his gloved fingertip over the small damp patch.
“I’m not surprised, she’s been squirming ever since you came in. Perhaps, I should have arranged this sooner,” Kakashi mused quietly whilst leaning back in his chair so your butt was in the air. “Take them off her, please.”
“Kashi, I can…” You tried to free your arms to help shimmy out of the troublesome underwear but a bite to your collarbone silenced you. The sting of sharp canines elicited a slow pant from your throat, your sight growing hazy and before you knew it, a cool breeze played across your bare pussy.
The chill wind didn’t last, it was replaced by warm lips on the inside of your thigh, thick black hair obscuring your view and you clung to Kakashi at the shiver that rippled down your spine. His breathing was steady in your ear, the feel of a smile on your skin whilst Obito pressed kisses, which started gentle, to your plush flesh until they were messy and open-mouthed.
“You can be a little rough with her, she likes it… don’t you, my precious girl?”
Despite his continued presence and hold on your throat and breasts, you jerked in alarm when Kakashi spoke. The implication of the statement had you clenching around air and you heard Obito’s muffled groan when he too noticed.
“Mhm. Please. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something,” you managed after licking your parched lips.
Obito wasted no time in nudging his nose along your labia, smelling you until he couldn’t stand it any longer, and parted your folds with two thick fingers. You could feel all the blood in your body zero in on your core, skin becoming puffy in anticipation. Scintillating wet warmth sent a hiss through your clenched teeth, the path of his tongue along the full length of your slit arching your spine and forcing your heaving breasts further into your husband’s grasp.
The man on his knees glanced up at you through his eyelashes, careful to judge your every movement and noise for possible signs of distress but he found none. The strong muscle created wave-like patterns over your achingly empty hole and passed it to just below your pert clit. It was a sensation you were unaccustomed to, but it scratched an itch you didn’t even know you had.
Your eyes flickered shut, bottom lip caught between your teeth. You were ready to absorb every stroke and touch, every wet-sounding kiss and the melody of three people breathing in tandem, but Kakashi had other ideas. How he even knew your eyes had fallen closed, you weren’t sure, but he withdrew his hand from your chest to click his fingers. It was a soft click, enough to cause your eyes to spring wide and you tilted your head back to meet his hooded gaze.
“You really should watch whilst our guest eats you out, dear, it’s only polite. How is he doing? Make sure he knows what you want.”
His voice was a whole octave lower and you could feel the rigid length of his erection pressed firmly into your lower back. He was turned on by the act he was witnessing and that only served to stoke your fires higher.
As if to prove a point before you could speak, Obito licked across the surface of your clit for the first time. It was barely a kitten lick but it was more than ample to short-circuit your brain. Your brows knitted together, mouth falling into a deep oval of enthralment at being teased like this. In response, your hips undulated only to be trapped in two gloved palms.
“So good… I-I want more,” you admitted with your shuttered stare being met with a blazing inferno that looked more than ready to blow.
Kakashi licked over a fresh mark he’d not long finished sucking into your neck, the act of possession was not lost on anyone in the room and he chuckled softly. “Mhm, give the lady what she wants, Obito. I want to hear how she sounds coming apart by your hand and mouth.”
Obito sat back for a moment, his lips swelling steadily from his actions and skin coated in a thin sheen of your slick. Strands of his black hair stuck to his forehead and you reached forward to brush them back, warmed when he nuzzled into the heart of your palm. You missed the heat of his mouth on you, squirming around to find a position that would alleviate the ache growing rapidly in the pit of your belly.
“Lo—Kakashi, I want to fuck her with my fingers. Is that… uh, is that okay?”
The furious flush that washed over his cheeks was downright adorable, as was how he refused to meet your eye while your husband pretended to ponder. You knew he’d allow it, it was something you had discussed before this even beginning, back when you were certain it would remain a fantasy.
“Who do you wish to fuck with your fingers?” Kakashi prompted, the smile evident in his words and you whined in protest. It earned you a pinch to your nipple, enough to silence you.
Obito cleared his throat, swallowing down his pride in search of what he wanted above all else. “Your wife. I want to fuck your wife with my fingers. Please.” The nicety was forced, his nostrils flaring as if ready for a verbal argument but none came.
“My wife, that’s right. Do as you please, just make her cum nice and loud.”
This side of Kakashi rarely came out—the cool demeanour which spoke of calculating control. It made you weak at the knees, heart in your throat whenever he set those predatory eyes on you and you could well understand Obito’s reaction to the pulse of dominant power. He too was used to being an alpha presence given his line of work, and especially since he chose to become the Hokage’s personal guard. A decision he would never have made for anyone other than Kakashi.
The power play ignited the room with dense tension that felt like swimming through honey, and to realise that you were the object of affection, the reason this was even happening in the first place… you didn’t feel worthy.
However, you had no time to process these thoughts as the man on the floor took his permission with a sharp nod of his head and lunged for you. The poor little mouse was trapped by the jaws of a lion, but this feline was far from going to harm you. Instead, he was gentle despite how eagerly he moved.
His tongue bathed your tender pearl in his spit, lapping it incessantly until he changed directions and suckled you between his lips. You cried out, only to be blindsided by the intrusion of two thick fingers. Whilst you had focused on the mouth set to wring you dry of your bliss, you hadn’t noticed the dance of his fingers which collected your nectar to coat his gloves.
The warm leather rubbed soft friction into your velvet walls, stretching you just right. It felt wonderful, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it would feel more so without the gloves in the way. A small voice in the back of your head boldly decided that you would request his bare hands the next time.
Next time… Would there even be a next time to speak of? You didn’t know, but you could hope.
Kakashi’s breath fanned your wildly beating pulse, smearing open-mouthed kisses in between words of encouragement. His voice was your guide when you couldn’t keep your eyes open. When you did finally find the resolve to pry them apart, you found your hand tangled at the roots of Obito’s midnight black hair.
He was working you closer and closer to the point of no return, wet slurps mingled with your moans of more and the steady rhythm of his fingers fucking into you. His wrist rotated suddenly, fingertips brushing that deep area of sensitive tissue that your own fingers could never reach.
“Oh. Fuck… right there. Obito, don’t stop.”
Both men jolted at your keening declarations; Obito glanced up with his chin shiny with the gloss of your making, cheeks flushed from where your thighs had crushed around his head, and Kakashi groaned deep in his throat.
His slender fingers lowered the neck of your dress and repeated the action with the cups of your bra. He licked his thumb and finger and rolled your nipple between, drawing it out taut until you whimpered and struggled. “Ah ah, don’t thrash. Look down and see how well my guard dog is eating you out, beloved.”
You tightened instinctively, squeezing around Obito’s fingers, who doubled down on the pace he stroked you to. His nose ground at the hood of your clit, tongue swiping left and right then up and down. He was losing his restraint, pushing into you only to be met by the force of you rutting your cunt into him. A growl rumbled in his chest at being called a guard dog, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.
Gods, you wanted to be full. To cum around more than just fingers and feel how they would react to you orgasming on their cock. Did you want your husband or Obito or… both? The thought alone tripped your orgasm into effect. You were barely aware of Obito pulling his wet fingers from your cunt to press his tongue into your fluttering hole instead, intent on catching every drop of your nectar and swallowing it greedily.
Kakashi cooed soft words in your ear, coaxing you through your high and stroking over your hair whilst you sobbed from the overwhelming and continued stimulation from the plush muscle digging into you in search of your slick. Those wet gloved hands gripped into the meat of your thighs, keeping you open and forcing you to endure what he wanted to give.
“Obito, enough. Let our little flower catch her breath.” You heard the command distantly, twitching and still seeking out grounding from your high.
Dazedly, you blinked and moaned anew at the expression written across Obito’s face. His cheeks were ruddy, lips swollen with blood and the lower half of his face streaked with a mixture of your arousal and his spit. His chest heaved with the struggle of retreating, every muscle in his body tense and straining and how badly you wanted to reach out and comfort him.
“Kashi, sweetheart, let me go to him?” You asked softly, turning so your words were in his ear, your lips on his neck. He regarded you with a look of unconditional love, eyes softened with affection and a smile decorating his lips which was a far cry from the cool power play of earlier.
He kissed you on the forehead, fixing your dress to cover your exposed breasts and lowering the hem. A lone finger traced the curve of your jaw, moving to brush over your lips and you caught him by surprise by pressing them to his and savouring the warmth of his mouth.
Kakashi was familiar with being touch-starved, as were you. It was something that helped to bind you together in those early days and you both recognised that Obito was also touch-starved and in need of a demonstration of how welcoming love and affection could be. He nodded, his nose nudging along yours and embracing you with delicate care.
“Show him how amazing it can feel. I trust you, both of you.” Kakashi added those final words loud enough for Obito to hear. His eyebrows pinched in confusion, but he had no time to assess the meaning when you slid from your husband’s lap only to be caught by Obito.
You wound your arms around his neck and settled your head right there in the crook. Twisting your fingers into the hairs at his nape, you pressed kisses to his shoulder until he finally placed his hands on your waist. His touch was unsure, body rigid with nerves and you could understand.
“Thank you, Obito… you made me feel more alive than I thought possible. Let me hold you, it’s okay.”
His chin dipped until his cheek rested on your shoulder and some of the tension drained from his body. It had meant to be a fantasy scenario of being shared but it would be so much more than that in time and you would discover this in the months to come.
For now, you calmed your racing heart and gave the man held in your arms a piece of you that was worth more than any orgasm. All under the watchful and loving eye of your husband, the master strategist…
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southerngirl41 · 1 day
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Chasin'
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Jey Uso x Stella (OC)
Warnings: 18+, Smut
You can read my other stories here: Master List
It's been a minute since I've written anything for Jey, so I hope you enjoy!!
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Chasin'
“Been chasin’ yo ass for too long.” he pauses, to look her over,  “You ain't want nothin’ to do with me all these years. Now here you are knockin’ on my door in the middle of the night.” 
She smirked, her voice low and sultry, "I didn't know you were still chasing me."
The heavy hotel room door shut with a thud as he backed her into the wall, towering over her as he cupped her face in his large, calloused hands, his eyes locked onto hers. "I been thinkin' about you every night since that first time we met."
Stella licks her lips, “Want me to leave?” She questions him,  rubbing her hands across his smooth, toned chest. 
Her heart skipped a beat as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "Shit…now that you here... I ain't lettin' you go."
Jey's strong hands glide up and over her hips, pushing her tight mini dress upwards in a fluid motion. "Take these off," he grunts, hooking his finger underneath the edge of her delicate lace panties. She meets his intense gaze with equally fierce dark eyes, eyebrows knitted together in a silent question. The air is thick with anticipation as their bodies press closer, a tangle of limbs and desire.
“That wasn’t a request.”
She bites her bottom lip and slides them down past her hips. 
“Good girl.” 
She lets out a slow, soft moan as Jey's mouth traces a searing path down her neck and across her collarbone, his hands gripping her with a ferocity that leaves her skin tingling in their wake. He effortlessly lifts her onto the bed, shedding his boxers as he follows her down.
He ravishes her with intense kisses as she threads her fingers through his short, wild hair. The heat emanating from him is almost suffocating, igniting a wildfire of longing and pent-up desire that has been building between them for years. It finally explodes into an all-consuming inferno
He moves down her body, his lips and tongue exploring every contour, every dip and curve of her skin. His touch is electric, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She writhes beneath him, unable to control the burning desire that ignites with each kiss and lick. The air in the room feels charged with their passion, a palpable energy that seems to envelop them both. The warmth of his body against hers, the pressure of his weight as he presses down on her - every sensation only intensifies the longing between them. The room dissolves into a blur as they lose themselves in the all-consuming sensations, their desires merging and melding into one.
Soft whimpers escape her lips, barely audible as her legs tremble at his touch. His fingers glide along the curve of her hip, trailing down her thigh with tantalizing slowness before returning back up again. A slight tremble coursed through her legs as he spread them, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable to him. A wicked smile plays on his lips as he locks eyes with her, never breaking contact as he leans down to gently lick her soft folds. A low moan escapes her throat, her body arching towards him in desperate longing for more.
Jey feasted on her, his tongue lapping at her wetness, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin around her entrance. She writhed beneath him, her hips bucking up towards his face as he teased her with his thick tongue.
She moans as his skilled fingers push inside of her, igniting a fire of pleasure and pain that spreads through her body. Her walls clench around him, desperate for more of his touch.
"Fuck!" she cries out, her voice filled with primal need as her body trembles with the intensity of her orgasm.
Jey smirks, knowing he has completely dominated her in this moment. Slowly, he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his lips, savoring the taste of her essence. His hunger for her evident in the dark, hungry look in his eyes as he gazes up at her. "This my pussy?" he growls, his breath hot against her skin.
She moaned softly, her head thrown back in pleasure as his teeth gently scraped against the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. "Yes," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Jey's hand trailed up her body, lingering at every curve and dip before finally reaching her breasts. He took them in his hands, kneading them roughly as he continued to ravage her with his mouth. She cried out again, her body trembling at the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
Every moan that escaped her lips made his dick harder. He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside of her, claiming her as his own. But he held back, savoring every moment of this torturous pleasure. He wanted to make sure she was completely lost in ecstasy before he gave into his own desires.
He kissed her, drawing her bottom lip through his teeth before he moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs. Without hesitation, he plunged his tongue inside of her once again, earning a loud cry from the beautiful woman beneath him.
His movements became faster and more intense as she writhed and bucked against him. Her hands gripped at the sheets beneath them as she surrendered completely to the pleasure he was giving her.
She was close - he could feel it in the way she quivered beneath him. With one last flick of his tongue and a gentle suck on her swollen clit, she shattered into pieces beneath him.
Her body convulsed in pleasure as wave after wave washed over her. Jey continued to lap at her hungrily until she was spent and panting.
He slowly made his way back up to face level, kissing and nipping at her smooth skin, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he gazed down at the woman who lay sated beneath him.
Before she could even catch her breath, he was on top of her once again, his lips locking with hers as they kissed passionately. "That was just the beginning," he growled seductively, capturing her lips. "Mmm... taste that sweet pussy in my tongue?"
She could feel his erection pressing against her, demanding more. With a malicious grin, Jey pulled away as she whimpered, "More, please."
He positions himself between her legs, his throbbing erection waiting to claim her. He looks down at her, seeing the desire and need in her eyes and knowing that he is the only one who can satisfy her.
He leans down to capture her lips with his, kissing her with fierce hunger as he forcefully pushes himself inside her. A sharp gasp fills the air as she feels him stretching and filling every inch of her. His head fell back, relishing in the warmth and tightness of her walls gripping him tightly. He moves with an animalistic urgency, desperate to devour her completely and leave nothing but a quivering mess in his wake. Each thrust is filled with carnal desire, every moment an eternity as they lose themselves in a primal frenzy of pleasure.
Stella's body trembled with every rough, powerful thrust, her breath hitching and eyes locked onto his. Jey's jaw was set with an intense determination, his muscles flexing as he pushed deeper into her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"You want me, don’tchu? Want this dick," Jey growled, his voice deep and commanding.
She could only nod, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure consumed her. She had dreamed about this moment for so long - being taken by a strong, dominant man who knew exactly what she needed. Stella moaned, her head falling back as another orgasm washed over her, pulling her away from her thoughts. Her body was bucking wildly beneath him. “Fuck me,” she cried out, her voice hoarse with desire, her hands gripping at the sheets beneath her as she surrendered completely to him.
“Fuck, this pussy too good.” Jey responded by giving her just what she asked for, throttling deep inside her, his hips moving in a fierce cadence. He felt her walls grip him tighter, her body matching his every movement, their lovemaking becoming more wild and animalistic by the second.
Their skin was slicked with sweat, their bodies entwined in an intimate dance. He leaned down to capture her lips with his own, his tongue darting inside, mimicking the movements of his dick that was buried so deep inside her. Her moans were music to his ears, her body responding to his dominance. As he rammed into her harder, he could feel her walls clenching around him, her orgasm beginning to build.
"You mine now," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. "You gon’ ride this dick, girl."
Stella gasped, her breath ragged as she felt him pull out of her. Her body trembled with the force of her orgasm, but she knew there was more to come. She straddled him, her eyes locked onto his as she wrapped her hand around his dick and guided him back inside her, feeling the thickness of him fill her completely. She moaned, her body arching and twisting in ecstasy as she rode him, the pleasure overwhelming her.
Jey watched her, a fierce hunger in his eyes, as she moved on top of him. Her body was a heavenly sight, her curves undulating with each movement, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have her in his bed - this beautiful, wild woman who was completely unafraid to give herself to him. He knew he would never be able to get enough of her.
"Ride me harder, baby girl," he growled, his voice low and seductive. Stella's hips picked up the pace, moving faster and harder against him as she felt another wave of pleasure building inside her. She could feel his fingers digging into her hips, guiding her movements until she was practically bouncing on top of him.
"You like that?" Jey asked, watching as she threw her head back in ecstasy. His eyes devoured every inch of her exposed skin, admiring the way she moved with such abandon.
Stella's moans filled the room, her cries echoing through the air as she rode him. He could feel her wetness coating his length, her heat enveloping him. Each thrust pushed her closer to the edge, and he knew it wouldn't be long before she found release.
The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking; the slapping of flesh, the ragged breaths, and the raw passion of their bodies as they came together. It was a sight to behold, the two of them lost in their desires, their bodies moving with a rhythm all their own.
Jey's grip on her hips tightened as he felt her tremble with pleasure, her walls clenching around him in an unforgiving vice. She was so wet, his dick coated in her juice, sliding easily in and out of her, both of them drowning in the heat of their desire. He wanted to make her beg, wanted to hear the raw, primal sound of her voice as she begged for his cock, for his release.
"That's it, ride me, baby," he growled, his voice low and guttural as he reached up with one hand to cup Stella's breast, twisting and pinching at the sensitive bud until she cried out in pleasure. With his other hand, he grabbed onto one of her hips to steady himself as he began thrusting upwards into her with equal force.
Stella's face contorted with pleasure, her body bucking wildly beneath him. She cried out, her voice hoarse with need, as she felt him hit that sweet spot inside her, her orgasm building to new heights. “Tell Daddy how much you want his dick.”
Stella's eyes widened at his words, her throat constricting as she felt herself teetering on the edge of a razor-sharp precipice. She could feel her body trembling, aching for his touch, for his dominance. "Please, Daddy, fuck me!" she cried out, her voice desperate and filled with need.
Jey let out a low, rumbling growl, his eyes darkening as he watched her beg for his attention. He thrust into her harder, each stroke more brutal than the last. He could feel her walls pulsating around him, her body begging for more. He knew that with every thrust, he was claiming her completely, marking her as his own.
His hand slid across her skin like a snake, grasping her by the throat, his fingers tightening around her delicate flesh. "That’s right. Daddy gon’ fuck this pussy so good tonight.” he growled.
She was close, so close, the edge of the cliff, and she was teetering, waiting for the fall. "Fuck, daddy, I need it, need you," she gasped, her hips bucking wildly, trying to impale herself on his cock.
"That's it, baby, let go, let daddy give you what you need," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "Take my dick, make yourself come," he commanded, his voice thick with lust.
Stella's face flushed a deep shade of red, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain control. "God damn it!" she screamed, her body trembling with each new surge of pleasure that crashed over her. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with primal desire and a hunger for more as she rode out the intense climax that consumed her entire being.
Jey's heart pounded in his chest as he watched her body shake with each convulsion, her walls gripping him tighter, milking him for every drop of pleasure he had to offer. He could feel the release building within him, the pressure mounting with each thrust, each cry of pleasure from her lips. "That's it, baby," he groaned, his hips moving in a feral rhythm, his eyes never leaving hers.
Her entire body contorts, her back arching so violently that her fingers dig into his skin, leaving nail marks behind. She struggles to hold on to reality as he unleashes a storm of pleasure upon her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge of sanity."More, Daddy, give it to me harder!" she pleads with a raw, desperate voice, consumed by insatiable desire and willing to do anything for release.
Jey's eyes turned to black pits of rage, his jaw locked in a fierce determination as he gave her exactly what she wanted. Each thrust was like a hammer blow, relentless and punishing, his hips slamming into her with a primal force that left her bruised and breathless. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, but also fear, as he showed no signs of stopping or slowing down.
"Fuck, yes," Stella cried out, her body bucking wildly above him. She felt him hit that spot inside her, that sweet spot, the one that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, making her body shake. "Please, more!" she pleaded, her voice a ragged whisper.
He viciously flipped her over onto her back, roughly grabbing her thighs and pulling them apart until they were spread wide open. The vulnerable position exposed every inch of her body, her pussy dripping with arousal and begging for him to ravage her. With a deep growl, he positioned himself at her entrance, his engorged dick pulsating against her tight folds as he prepared to take her without mercy.
He thrust forward, plunging himself deep inside her. Stella cried out, her body arching off the bed as she felt him claim her completely. Their eyes locked, their breaths ragged and uneven as they moved together, sweat glistening on their bodies. He pulled back, almost all the way out, before slamming back into her with brutal force. Stella moaned, her body shaking with the impact.
"You takin’ my dick so good." Jey grunted, his voice low and rugged.
Stella's eyes widened, her breathing shallow, "I need it, please," she begged, her body aching for more.
He thrust into her harder, her pussy tightening around his dick, her walls milking him with each movement. The sweat on their bodies mingled, their skin slapping against each other, creating a symphony of sound in the room.
"You mine, girl," he growled, his eyes never leaving hers. "You gon’ be on this dick every night. You hear me?"
Stella moaned, her body trembling with pleasure, her orgasm building with every thrust. Jey's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her skin, as he moved faster and harder.
"That's it, baby, let go," he grunted, his voice rough and primal. "Give it to me, let me have you."
Stella's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt the climax building within her, the waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her body shaking with each convulsion; chest heaving.
The muscles in Jey’s abdomen tensed with desire as he felt the release building within him. His movements became more urgent and desperate, matching Stella's frantic pace. The pressure mounted with each thrust, his mind consumed by the sensation of her tight walls gripping him, pulling him deeper into her. "Baby, I'm gon’ come," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "Let me fill this pussy up."
"Please, I need it," she cried out.
He thrust inside her one last time, their bodies locked together, "I'm cummin’, baby," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "You gon' feel this!"
Jey's heart pounded in his chest as he felt himself emptying himself into her, claiming her completely, marking her as his own. He held her close, their bodies shaking with the aftershocks of their passion.
Stella's eyes fluttered open, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her body, every cell vibrating with pleasure. She looked up at Jey, her lips parting in a soft smile. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice still thick with desire.
Jey smiled back at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Anytime, baby girl," he replied, his voice low and possessive.
He slowly pulled out of her, his dick slippery with their combined juices. He watched as it glistened, his eyes never leaving it, as if to etch the memory of their union into his mind. His thumb skimmed over her swollen pussy lips, smiling to himself as he watched her shiver, “So perfect.” he mumbled as his eyes flicked up to meet hers.
For a moment, they just lay there, panting heavily, their bodies still tangled together. Jey's arms wrapped tightly around Stella, his chest heaving with exertion.
Stella's hand reached up, gently caressing Jey's face. She traced her fingers along his cheek, wondering how many more times they would make love like this. He kissed her hand, his lips brushing against her skin.
“You still gon’ make me chase you?” he asked, his voice a mixture of amusement and lust.
Stella grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “Always.”
The End.
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undeadgf · 2 days
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Needy
Summary: movie night with your friends turns steamy when your boyfriend has an idea.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader
Warnings: cockwarming, semi public acts of sex, unprotected p in v sex, car sex, biting, scratching, breeding kink.
AN - Happy Belated birthday @jamdoughnutmagician ❤️ I hope you enjoy my small gift to you and sorry it's so late 🫶
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It's movie night with your friends and your boyfriend. Your boyfriend gestures for you to come cuddle up on the seat with a blanket, adjusting you to sit in his lap.
This isn't uncommon with Steve. He's always been very touchy with you, and you settle in against him to watch the horror movie Eddie most likely picked.
You feel his rough palms on your thighs, pulling them apart so you're straddling him as they travel up your skirt to push your panties aside.
You make no movement or sign that anything is happening, knowing if you do, he'll stop. You can't stop stop the flush rising to your cheeks but hope the darkness of the room should make it unnoticeable.
You feel like you stop breathing as you feel his cock smack against your thigh as he releases it from his jeans, biting your lip to keep in the moan you want to let out.
Your eyes wander the room, checking nobody has noticed what's happening, and are happy to see them all focused on the film. You lean back to make the angle better for Steve, and he slides right in, like he belongs inside you.
"Now you behave baby and I'll fuck you so good in the back seat of my car. Might even let you cum." His breathe feels hot against your ear as he whispers to you.
You nod back, holding your tongue wanting to tell him you want to be his good girl.
"Good girl." He bites on your earlobe and then goes back to watching the movie as if nothing is happening.
You spend hours feeling so full of him with the burning need to have your womb filled so good in the way he only knows how.
His palms on your thighs feel like they're burning you in the best way possible as he kneads at your skin every so often, whispering to you about how good you are and how he can't wait to breed your cunt later.
You can barely pay attention to films playing and answer your friends' questions as if in a daze, hoping they don't notice your odd behaviour.
The night ends and Steve pulls you to his car, parked down the road and shoves you into the backseat. He's quick to get back inside you groaning at how good you feel around him.
"'S so good, Angel." He buries his face into your neck, fucking into you roughly and with a need that he only ever seems to display towards you.
You wrap your legs around him, adjusting your hips to pull him impossibly closer as he fucks up into your guts.
You meet each of his thrusts perfectly as you both chase your orgasm, wanting to come so badly after hours of teasing.
"I'm gonna come. Come for me." Steve moans against your skin as he speeds up.
You both fall over the edge together, your fingernails digging into his back through his shirt.
"Gonna fill you up, breed you so good honey." Steve bites into your neck as he rides you both through your orgasm. His thrusts pushing him cum deeper inside you.
"Please, please, please." You babble out, entering a blissful state, happy and knowing he'll take good care of his girl.
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thebibutterflyao3 · 3 days
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Day Twenty-Six - Prompt: Clean. @rosekiller-microfic
March Daily Series - 724 words
TW: Drunken nonsense
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Evan had to admit, Lily Evans was impressive. So impressive that he was considering stealing her from his sister. If only Pandora wasn’t threatening to garrote him in his sleep, he could finally find happiness.
“Be reasonable! If I marry Lily and take her name,” he insisted, patting Lily’s shoulder, “then I will be Evan Evans! We will have an amicable divorce and she can take your name!”
Pandora glared at him over her fourth martini. “Paws off my girlfriend!”
“Hold on, Lily Rosier has a nice ring to it,” Lily mused, her cheeks flushed.
They were potentially five rounds in actually, if he was counting glasses correctly. Evan couldn’t keep track. His mind was adrift in an ocean of whiskey sours.
“See? Lily is on my side!”
Pandora downed the rest of her drink, then hiccuped loudly as she pointed it at Evan. “Pardon me. You do not need to be involved! I can give her my name and you can go hump a log.”
“Hump a log?” Lily giggled.
“Then how do I become Evan Evans? You’re crushing my dreams, Panda!”
“Wait, you call her ‘Panda’ too? I thought that was Regulus’s thing?”
Evan scoffed, “No, no. He says it all sweet and gentle-like. Endearing? Is that it?”
Pandora nodded as she handed him another whiskey from the server. “Yes, endearing. You say it as a prerogative. No, that’s wrong.”
“Pejorative?” Lily guessed.
“That’s the cunt!” Evan cheered, clinking their glasses together. “It’s naughty!”
Pandora snorted martini out of her nose, then yelped at the burn of alcohol in her sinuses. It was shaping up to be a brilliant evening all around. He needed this more than he realised.
“Well, if I’m marrying Pandora for a last name upgrade,” Lily said, holding up a hand to stall his protest, “I think you should do the same for Barty. Poor bloke is carrying around ‘Crouch’ of all names. Seems a bit unfair.”
Evan’s mouth dropped open, but not a single word escaped it. The last thing he’d expected was for Lily to name drop Barty into this conversation. Perhaps, she wasn’t as impressive as he’d first thought.
Pandora choked on an olive and promptly coughed it up in her hand. “What?! Are you drunk?”
Lily glanced between them, then frowned at her empty glass. “Oh, yes. That’s possible.”
“Evan needs a clean slate. He’s staying away from that pickle,” Pandora insisted.
“Prick?” Evan suggested, brows knit together.
“Hard pass.”
Lily burst out laughing and covered her face with her hands. “I cannot breathe! You two are hilarious together.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Pandora teased, kissing her cheek. “Anywaffles, as I was saying.”
“Anywaffles?” Lily choked. She clung to the table’s edge in an attempt to stay on her stool as she swayed.
Pandora rolled her eyes affectionately and patted Lily’s cheek. “My darling, you are too easily amused. To my point, what was my point?”
“Barty.”
“Right, him. No Barty. Pick someone else, anyone else.”
Evan stared at his whiskey pensively. He wasn’t ready to concede defeat just yet, but it did feel rather inevitable. Perhaps, Barty knew it as well.
“What if I don’t want anyone else?” he said quietly. It was meant to be an internal thought, but it slipped free.
Pandora stared at him incredulously, then slapped the table. Several glasses clinked together. “He cheated! And lied!”
“That doesn’t mean he’s scum! People can change!”
Before his sister sniped back, Lily leaned over and kissed her. Pandora flailed, then flung herself into Lily’s lap. They both tumbled to the floor of the pub in a heap of loose limbs and giggles.
“Tease!” Pandora said, swatting Lily playfully.
“You’re so sweet! How can I resist?”
Evan watched the couple’s banter wistfully. He’d had nights like this with Barty. Nights when they’d laughed until they couldn’t breathe. Other nights, they’d stay up until dawn talking about everything and nothing.
He propped his chin in his hand and swirled the gold liquid in his glass. Barty made every night they were together feel special. Like he said, he tried with Evan. That was more than anyone else had.
What if he has changed? What if I was right?
Wales. That was the exception that proved the rule.
Or, it was proof that Barty was a better person when they were together. Perhaps, I am too.
Next Part>>>
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sideeve · 2 months
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⠀⠀⠀“WHAT?! SEX BAN?!”
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﹅ contains ;; gojo satoru , kento nanami , choso kamo , toji fushiguro , ryomen sukuna , geto suguru
﹅ alt title ;; how long the jjk men can withstand the sex ban
﹅ warnings ;; sorta sub!choso , whiny!choso , toji's part is more explicit than the others , this is my first time writing for some of the character so i'm sorry if i didn't describe them well
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GOJO SATORU (3 days)
“are you serious?” gojo groans, slumping forwards. gojo watched in disappointment as you crossed your arms, looking away from him. "you did it so you have to pay." for weeks, you've been trying to tell gojo to separate the colors from the whites while doing laundry. him just wanting to get it over with, he dumped them all in the same load, ruining some of your favorite pieces of clothing.
"baby, please. i won't do it again," he begs, kneeling in front of you. but to no avail, you stood your ground.
it only took him 3 days to convince you to wave your white flag, surrendering to his seduction. "you look good in my shirts." gojo's hands caress your hips as he presses his chest to your back. "i would be in my clothes if you would just listen to me." you huff, "i never said i was disappointed." gojo whispered, his hard-on pressing on your ass.
“please. just drop the ‘sex ban’. i said i was sorry.” his lips make a trail of kisses on your neck. you needed him too. whenever he wasn’t around, you would use your toys, trying to not let gojo know you were sexually needy. but they didn’t work.
RYOMEN SUKUNA (not happening!)
no. just no. it’s funny that you even thought about putting that in motion. sukuna was too desperate for sex but never wanted to admit it.
“no,” he stood above, crossing his arms, making himself seem bigger than you (as if he even needed to do that). “you can’t deprive me of sex, woman.” he grunts. “but i can, kuna. that’s what you fail to realize.” you tut, standing up to walk away.
one of his four arms wraps around your waist, throwing you back on the soft surface. "you're not going through with this." he growls in your ear, crawling go top of you.
how dare you even think such a thing? you were his woman, his twin flame. you were the only person he showed the littlest respect to and you decide to do some foolery like this.
he tugs your shirt over your head, your bra coming next. his rough hands slide over your chest. "such beauty..." he whispers. "i'll make sure you never think of this again.
KENTO NANAMI (it was on accident)
his job was taking him away from you. between being a jujutsu sorcerer and a businessman, he couldn't find time to be a partner for you.
due to the lack of attention you were receiving, you became sexually pent up, having the urge to pleasure yourself at the worst times. the feeling of neglect was creeping up on you. some days, you forgot nanami even lived with you.
"love, i'm home." nanami tugs off his tie, tossing it to the side. "i don't know how long i can take of this." he rubs his temples, deeply sighing as he led himself to your shared bedroom. before his hand touched the cold metal knob, he heard your muffled moans and the squelching of your cunt.
he slowly opens the door, peeking in the room before fully entering. "it seems i've neglected you." he watches as you quickly cover yourself as if he hasn't seen you naked many times. he unbuttons the top of his shirt as he saunters to the edge of the bed, removing the covers off you.
"seems like i have some things to make up for."
CHOSO KAMO (not even a day)
"please." he whines, his head resting on your lap as he looks up at you. ever since you shared your first time with choso, he's been going at it with you like rabid dogs. if he wasn't inside you, his head was squished in between his thighs.
"choso, i need a break." you sigh, trying to remove him from off you. his grip on your legs was tight as he put his face in between your thighs, shaking his head. he was acting like he couldn't survive without your cunt somehow being involved.
"i swear, i'll leave you alone after. just please," he whined. you couldn't resist him for much longer. you hated when he got all whiny like a baby. he was spoiled because of you.
"fine." you undo the tie of your sweatpants before his hands swatted yours away, tugging your pants and panties off. "i promised you." he kisses your inner thigh before his tongue began flicking away.
TOJI FUSHIGURO (mans was balls deep in you the second you said it)
"you really think so?" he darkly chuckles, rubbing himself on you. "toji, i'm sorry. please." you whine, wiggling your ass on his cock. "i don't think you are." he teases, stepping away from you.
you whine, following him. "it was a joke." you press your hand on his chest. "did i laugh?" he tilts his head, smirking at you. you sigh, "toji, i'm sorry." you press yourself against him, your chest touching his.
"fuck." you knew he couldn't resist the feeling of your chest on him. it was like heaven to him. "turn around." he grunts, gripping your hips to turn you around, bending you over.
he easily slid inside of you due to how wet you got over time. "don't say stuff you don't mean, baby." he laughs, thrusting into your backside. it was worth it.
GETO SUGURU (you gave in after implementing it)
you wanted to test geto's limits, giving him an extra nnn moment which made you realize something. it was always you initiating sex. "geto, please. i give up." you whine, following him around the house.
he chuckles, "everyone must deal with their consequences, my love." he turns to you. he plastered a sinister smile, taunting you. he saw how much you needed him but he wasn't caving in until he heard you say it.
"i'll do anything. my hand isn't even working anymore." you simper. it was starting to become frustrating seeing how calm he was about all of this as you were suffering.
"i need you! is that what you wanted to hear?" you shout, earning a grin from him. he walks closer to you, his finger tracing your jawline, "why didn't you say that sooner, love?" he chuckles.
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cursingtoji · 6 months
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listening to ghost and soap infamous “are you ugly?” conversation and not being able to stop thinking about what ghost meant by “quite the opposite”
you’re used to having him wearing his mask even whenever you two escape to blow off some steam, but since that day you’ve been building up some courage to ask the same thing soap tried to.
“take it off” you murmur with your lips inches away from his mask while setting a pace riding him.
Ghost, who was spread out on the couch raised his head, “y’r gettin’ spoiled, brat. last week was a kiss now you want my whole face?” he gives your ass a mean slap.
“’s not fair” you pout, whilst you are completely naked every time, simon only removes his shirt when you beg, maybe lowers his pants down to his ankles instead of just enough to let out his cock, but that’s it.
“Aight, want me to lose the mask?” he takes your black shirt, folding it sloppily until it’s narrow then he puts around your eyes tying on the back of your head.
“simon! no!” you raise your hands to undo it, he’s faster though, taking both your wrists and holding in the air. you hear some fumbling and suddenly your palms are being tickled by a stubble, you gasp realizing under your hands is ghost’s uncovered face.
“keep ridin’” he demands, adjusting his body to lay lower and thrusting you from bellow as a reminder he’s still inside.
you bite your lips, needing to put a hand on his chest as support, your other hand explores his face trying to paint a mental image of him.
his jawline is sharp, a few uneven parts along his skin, probably scars, there’s more hair on his chin than the rest of his jaw and to imagine simon with a blond goatee make you clench.
“shit” he curses tightening the grip on your hips, “what’re you so excited ‘bout, private? huh?” he pinches your nipple. you run your fingertips on his bottom lip, it’s thin and he could use some lip balm, but the excitement about touching him in such a intimate way gives you hope to one day convince him to let you apply lip balm on his lips, “behave” he growls.
“‘m behaving, sir” you smile sheepishly forgetting he can actually see your face. ghost takes your hand, making you close it and leaving just your index up. under the improvised blindfold you frown, next his lips are wrapping around your finger and his tongue is under your digit.
your clit throbs, not expecting this from your lieutenant.
“fuck, Lt.” you arch your back, approaching your orgasm.
“faster” both his hands are gripping your ass, he groans and you feel the vibration on your finger. you obey as one does, slapping your ass on his mighty thighs, as he sucks your finger, even letting some saliva run down your palm.
“si-mon ‘m close” you lose yourself on the sensation, seeing nothing makes you more aware of the stretch his cock gives you, not to mention the sounds your lieutenant is trying to hold. with one last suck he removes your finger, moving it to your own clit, where he presses it on your bud.
“cum then” you’re so close, but that’s one thing you still want.
“can i kiss you?” you edge yourself waiting for his answer, he sighs and you take it as a negative response, but his other hand leaves your ass as he guides your face to his where his lips awaited yours, he immediately pushes his tongue in, that’s merely your second kiss and you’re already coming.
“louder, i think the terrorists haven’t heard ya” he teases when you moan a high pitched note.
“fuck you, sir” you’re still riding him intensely, knowing he’s close too. he bites your lip, forcing your hips up and down faster and groaning as he fills your insides.
by the time you remove the blindfold, his mask is back on and you sigh in defeat, moving away from his lap and getting one last spank.
“goatee” you whisper in soap’s ear as he is about to eat his morning scrambled eggs.
“wut?” he turns to you.
“he has a goatee” you wink and leave to get your own breakfast. poor johnny is still processing what was said when ghost enters the room, later than usual.
soap drops his fork.
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When it comes to sex with you, Simon Riley doesn’t fuck you- he worships you.
Fucking is for the people who’d come before you. Emotionless one night stands, with people he never gave a second thought. Trysts that never meant anything beyond the bedroom. But you? Oh no, he doesn’t fuck you.
He’ll kiss you, deep and slow, his mouth moving against yours in an agonizing way. His tongue will explore your mouth, tasting you, groaning against the feel of your lips against his.
His eyes will undress you before his fingers do. His deep brown irises will take down your entire body, burning the image into his brain before he has his way with you.
He takes his time with you, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of your body as he undresses you- memorizing the feel, and taste of you it like it’s the back of his own hand.
He pays special attention to the spots that rile you up- the spots that have your pretty eyes rolling into the back of your head. He’d be lying if the sight didn’t make his cock twitch every time.
He’ll never let you cum around his cock first- oh no. He wants, no needs for you to come undone around his fingers, or his tongue before he’ll put his cock anywhere near that tight little hole of yours.
He’ll lap at you like a man starved, addicted to the sheer taste of you- never not leaving you a moaning mess beneath his tongue. You’re his to savor, and he’ll gladly fucking do it every time.
His eyes will never leave yours as he thrusts himself into you. He needs to watch what your reactions. It’s a fucking drug and one he’s beyond addicted to. He’ll groan, moan, whimper whatever sound he can muster at the time to let you know JUST how much he enjoys your wet hole clenching around him.
He’ll always make sure you cum first. He’s a man of great stamina and will be damned if his baby doesn’t cum around him first. The sight of you reaching your release always being what sends him over the edge.
And he’s the KING of aftercare. Always massaging your sore limbs, kissing the forming bruises that now litter your skin, and holding you closely as you drift off to a peaceful slumber.
Simon will never tell you this, but at times when the man’s feelings particularly feral, after you’re asleep he’ll lean down, his face close to your hole as he watches your combined juices leaking out of you.
To him, you deserve to be worshipped. You are the love of his life, his muse, his holy fucking grail, and you deserve to be treated as so. And if that means getting on his knees for you and making you come undone in every way possible- goddamn will he do it.
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A/N: apologies for the spam posts the last few days. cod has once again engulfed my brain.
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step daddy toji fucking you after inspecting your pussy to make sure you aren’t fucking any boys ^^
Step daddy! Toji makes sure his girl is all sweet n innocent f’ him. Putting her on a strict no boys rule that she follows obediently. After all, all she needs is her daddy.
When she comes home from college he smiles widely, placing a sweet kiss to her lips when her arms barely wrap around his torso in a hug.
His lips trail down to your ear with a hum, asking you about your day and school. The man rubbing loving circles on your thigh as you ranted about your day.
“And you didn’t let any boys touch you right?”
“Nuh uh, only you can touch.”
Your words make him smirk, especially as it’s accompanied by a smile and the bat of your lashes.
“Good girl,” he lifted you off his lap, setting you down on your back before letting your legs fall onto his shoulders. “But daddy’s gotta see for himself yeah?”
You nodded, Toji flipping up your skirt to kiss up the inside of your thighs. Pressing his lips lightly to your clit through the fabric of your panties. You shivered at his touch, hips arching into him with a small whimper.
Toji discarded your underwear, groaning at the sight of your folds sticky with your wetness. Using his fingers to spread them apart for strings of slick to still connect both sides together.
His cock twitched, hardening in his pants when he brought his face down to lick a long stripe up your slit. Large hands holding you into him tightly when he began to eat you out. Tongue swirling your sweet taste into his mouth making you moan loudly.
His finger prodded at your hold, a satisfied grin making its way to his face when he concluded that you really were his good girl. So nice n’ tight.
“See d-daddy? All yours— nngfh, all f’ you,” you mewled, Toji bullying his fat fingers into your tight pussy. Curling them up while sucking on your clit.
“Mmm, such a good girl baby. Keeping her so nice n’ wet f’ me.” He breathed, tongue skillfully working your heat until you’re letting out shaky cries, smaller hands gripping his hair tightly.
Your eyes pooled with tears as you’re taken impossibly closer to the edge. Toji speeding up the pace of his fingers while flicking the sensitive bud harshly with his tongue.
Your back arched with the curl of your toes, hips jerking away from his hot mouth with a choked mewl. Feeling your wetness traveling down your ass and onto the couch below you, making a mess between your thighs as he sloppily lapped it all up.
“Nngfh— daddy, so good— feels so good.” You moan, Toji’s grip on your thighs tightening when your legs began to shake. The large man keeping them locked around his head as he buried his face deeper, preventing you from absentmindedly running away from him with a low growl.
“That’s it baby, take it all yeah? Just stay there like a good girl and take it f’me. Don’t run from daddy.” You nodded with a whimper, unable to help the way your body jerked away from his writhing tongue. “S-sorry,” you squeak out, Toji’s eyes darkening when he glanced up at you.
His hand landed meanly onto your clit, cock throbbing at the cracked scream that left your mouth as you cried so adorably. Letting out little babbles in the nearing of your orgasm.
“Daddy— nngh, daddy ‘m so close. So, so, so close. ‘M gonna cum d-daddy— ‘m gonna ahh—” you came with a high pitched cry. Gushing uncontrollably onto his tongue as you were held down firmly. Unable to escape the overstimulation when he continued licking at your clit.
“So fucking sweet, gonna stuff that pretty pussy so full of my cock. Deserves it for staying so pure for her daddy.”
Your pussy clenched at his words. Toji flipping you onto your hands on knees, cock freed from its confines as your needy pussy dripped messily. The pink heart shaped butt plug sat snug inside you as you whined. “P-please daddy— put it in.” Moving your supple hips from side to side in want.
“You’re so greedy baby, want daddy’s cock that badly huh? I see you even kept my gift in all day.” he hummed, spreading your soft ass in admiration of the toy’s shimmer under the light. Toji grabbed hold of the end, slowly twisting it out of you before thrusting it back in. The sensation pulling a string of breathy moans past your lips as your hands trembled underneath you.
“P-please.. need it so bad.”
“Your wish is my command baby.” Toji’s cock rubbed up and down your soaked folds. Prodding at the small hole with a groan, hands finding their way onto your hips when he bottomed out inside you. Your tight pussy stretching to accommodate his girth with a loud mewl. Feeling his hips land flush against the underside of your thighs.
Toji’s hips wasted no time in slamming into you, his hand trailing up the deep arch of your back before twisting into your hair. Pulling you up against him with a grunt. “Shit baby, so fucking snug f’ daddy. Pussy’s gripping me like she needs me— doesn’t want to ever let me go isn’t that right?”
You nodded with heavy breaths, glassy eyes blurring your vision as you moaned loudly. The sound of Toji’s skin on yours echoing throughout the room lewdy. “D-daddyy— ahh, feels son perfect. Love your cock so.. haah— so much,” your voice went up a pitch, Toji’s tip poking at your g spot as his cock glided against slippery walls.
His hand snaked around your neck, squeezing the sides tightly as he rammed up into you, fucking his cock deep into you till it bulged lightly against the skin of your belly.
“My good girl, taking daddy’s cock so well,” he praised, tightening his grip on your neck before kissing your cheek softly, allowing your head to fall back onto his shoulder as his cock pierced your insides deep. “C’mon baby, tell me. Who owns this pretty pussy?”
“Y-you. You do daddy.”
“Hmm, and who’s allowed to touch you here baby. Allowed to fuck you like this.”
“You. Only y-you— ahhh.” Your body trembled as you neared your high, Toji’s breath hot on your skin as his breathing sped up. “And should my baby ever let some dirty boy touch my pussy?”
“N-no, she shouldn’t. And, nngh— she won’t. I belong to y-you.”
“Good.” He bent you back down, broad chest still flush against your back when he groaned. The position allowing him to rock your body at whatever speed he liked, cock pressing against the tear shaped plug with each thrust.
You let out a whiny cry, his cock drenched in your slick as he rolled his hips into you. “Daddy, ‘m close. G-gonna cum.”
“Gonna make a mess f’ me just like daddy taught you to?”
“Uh huh, ‘m always so messy f’ you,” you let a string of cry-like moans drip from your tongue, teary eyes rolling back with the shake of your body. Lips parted in a broken sob of pleasure as you fell apart.
“That’s it baby. There we fucking go- look so damn pretty like this.” He grinned widely when you babbled dumbly, chest heaving in pants as you squirted onto his cock. Drenching his thighs in the juices of your sopping pussy.
“F-fuck,” Toji cursed, thrusts getting sloppy as he slowed his pace. Lodging his cock completely inside you as he twitched within your walls. “Gonna fill you up real nice.” He dragged out, cum eventually pumping into you in thick spurts, painting your insides in the sticky white substance.
He pulled out of you, seed seeping out of your pussy when you clenched at the new found emptiness. Toji’s cock leaving a small gape as your hole fluttered in longing for him to come back in.
You sighed in content, Toji kissing you gently with a smirk. “Did so well baby.” Running his thumb along your plump bottom lip, “how about daddy run you a bath so we can sit n’ relax together hmm?”
You nodded in agreement, burying your face into his chest with a hum. “Sounds.. nice.” Your tired eyes struggling to stay open when a small smile graced your face. “Love you daddy.”
“Love you too sweet girl.”
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konigsblog · 14 days
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older-boyfriend-simon riley thots™️...
cw: age difference, age gap, (20s-40s), corruption, fingering, afab!f!reader, praising, alcohol consumption. 18+
; how your older-boyfriend takes care of you...
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older-boyfriend-simon riley can be so cruel when he's getting you off. he adores taunting you, riling you up, watching as tears roll down your burning cheeks as he mocks and taunts you.
sat on his large lap, you can feel his large and veiny hands rubbing between your soft, slick thighs, thumb pressed against your sensitive nub, rubbing at your pretty clit whilst your tight hole pulses around nothing.
people glare at him in public for walking around with such a pretty, young, college thing. although, you barely notice the disturbing looks people give simon, and instead, you're too focused on getting off using his hands, feeling his thick and calloused fingers sink into your swollen pussy.
“tha’s it...-- there we go, tha’s my girl. look at you; soakin’ wet, cunt droolin’ all over me...”
you feel as his large and scarred fingers stretch you out as he sinks them further inside your wet cunt, your hole pulsating around his digits, the smell of alcohol thick and pungent in the air, lingering on his clothes as you rub your face against his brute chest. you cry against his chest, tears running down your pretty face as he stimulates your little nub and teases your growing orgasm, dragging it out as he pushes you closer to the edge with every small circle against your sensitive, dripping clit.
moaning like a filthy whore, your thighs tremble and shake, coated in a glimmer of your arousal and slick. you whimper at the sensation pulling at your core, simon's strong and bulky arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close as he gets you off, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm rushes through your weak body. eyes wet, bottom lip quivering and your cunt soaken in your sweet fluids.
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faexoxoxoxo · 1 month
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓...
ᓚᘏᗢ basketball player gojo x reader x basketball player geto.
✎⁠ 18+, overstimulation, pure filth, smuttt...
✎⁠ dividers by @cafekitsune
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It was simple, really.
Suguru loved you, Satoru loved you, and they both wanted to see you wearing a jersey that had their name on it during the teams basketball tournaments.
Again, simple. They could've worked out a schedule and taken turns having you wear the names. Heck, you even offered to customize a new jersey with both their names on it, but nooo, like everything else in life, your boyfriends just had to make a bet about this.
Whoever made you cum the hardest got to have you wear their jersey.
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“Aww, look at your pretty pussy, baby. filled her up real good, huh? Such a greedy little hole...”
God, you wished you could smack the proud grin off Satoru's face, but right now, with his head between your thighs, long tongue dipping into your weeping, overstimulated, cum filled pussy, all that came out of you was a broken string of soft whimpers and moans, twisting and turning as Satoru coxed you over the edge for the third time.
You tried to squirm away, but they wouldn't let you. Suguru had a firm grip on your legs, keeping them wide open, while Satoru seemed drunk of your juices and his own cum, hungrily lapping at everything you had, refusing to let a single drop of it go to waste.
Turning your head, your dazed eyes met Suguru's silently pleading with him to tell Satoru to back off, to put an end to this little game of theirs, but all you got in return was a smile. The smug bastard was enjoying this; it was obvious, with the growing strain in his pants and a barely noticeable flush on his face. It came as no surprise, really; you already knew how much Suguru loved watching you get ruined by Satoru.
“Hmm, What's wrong, princess? Satoru's not pleasing you enough?” Suguru cooed, wiping the drool off your lips with his fingers as you sucked in a deep breath.
“Ahhh...S...Suguru...no more…”
They really needed to stop; you'd pass out if they kept on making you cum...
“Nuh uh, baby, I plan to win this” Suguru laughed. Your teary eyed, fucked out expression, coupled with the plea, was enough to make him rock hard, “not about to let you wear this idiot's jersey tomorrow,” giving a harsh slap to your thigh and making you gasp, his grin widened, hand now moving to pull Satoru's head away from your cunt.
“Hey!” Satoru groaned, “Fuck you, man, everyone knows I'm the strongest.” cussing the black haired man as he’s pushed aside.
“Right, right,” Suguru mocked his playmate, flipping you onto your back, “now be a good boy and lemme show you how it's really done.”
Without warning, he'd filled you up, with one hard swift thrust, hips slamming against your ass as he ferociously rutted into your weeping cunt, “My dirty little slut” Suguru grunted as you sobbed into the pillows.
"Sugu…ahhhh…noo can't…slow," you mewled back, arching instinctively as his cock kept on hitting the sensitive spot that made your brain turn to mush, “need to cum... Sugu...please, please, please, lemme cum.” You babbled, starting to feel the familiar coil building up inside your tummy.
“Yea? Gonna cream around daddy, and make him win...” Suguru taunted menacingly, angling himself to hit your sweat spot over and over again, while making eye contact with Satoru, who'd begun moaning while fisting his own hard, reddened cock.
“Yes, yes, yes…” you chanted fervently, toes curling as you moaned out little yeses and pleases. He'd done it again, Suguru’s dick always managed to reduce you into nothing more than a brain dead cock slut.
"Fuck...go on then,” he breathed, voice raspy and deep a sign that he was close too. “Lets show Satoru what a good girl you are for me.”
Your body quivers. Feeling Suguru throbbing inside your tightening pussy, you let out a soundless scream before coming all over his cock.
The sight was enough to have Satoru fall over the edge. “Shit... princess,” he groaned, looking at you through hooded eyes, as his cum spilled onto the bed and his abs in hot spurts. “Now I get why this asshole loves watching me fuck you.”
Chuckling, Suguru pulled you closer to his chest, keeping on fucking you ruthlessly through your high, making you whimper. “Gonna fill you up so much; you'll be leaking for days, princess,” he let out a long groan, his head falling back, thrusts growing hard and slow until he finally stilled inside you, his hot load filling you up to the brim as promised, his dark violet eyes meeting Satoru's sparkling blue ones.
“Damn it.” Satoru swore knowingly, he never liked admitting defeat, but Suguru'd won this round with his dick game. Well, no matter, this just meant he'd have to try harder again next time...
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✎⁠ I've always done character x reader, and this is my first attempt at character x reader x character so don't know how well I wrote it but hope you guys enjoyed...
✎⁠ likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated⁠ ♡
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