#forcing moans out of him with every thrust

[sinkuna]

୨୧ — The divorce papers had been signed that afternoon, three years of marriage reduced to legal documents and a splitting of assets… That’s how Nanami found himself at the local bar, liquid amber burning down his throat, tie loosened, the weight of his wedding ring suddenly unbearable… 

Then you walked in.

Twenty-one, maybe twenty-two. College girl written in the innocent tilt of your yellow sundress, the way it clings to your waist, your breasts, the hem flirtatiously brushing against your thighs.

You look so sweet, he thought. A drink like the ones the men were buying you would surely corrupt your pretty mouth, but you sipped with an ease that spoke of experience, even when you cringe at the taste, making the guys around you laugh. 

It made him think about his wife -his ex wife now- the last time they made love, when she bit her lips to hold back a moan, as if afraid someone might hear. He wondered what noises you would make if you were on top of him, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrust up into your tight pussy. 

Would you call out his name? Moan like a whore? Would you beg him to go harder? Deeper? Or would you be shy, too embarrassed to ask for what you really wanted, forcing him to take what he wants, making you take it?

He shook his head and knocked back the rest of his whiskey, trying to clear his mind. You were far too young, far too innocent... Nanami looked away... He had no right to feel this way about a female he didn't know, a girl that had her whole life ahead of her.

You ordered something sweet and fruity while he nursed his drink, watching the way you tucked your hair behind your ear. And then, your eyes met his.

He doesn't remember buying you drinks. Doesn't remember the conversation that led to your hand on his thigh, your breath wine-sweet against his ear as you whispered, "I know somewhere quiet."

But he remembers his Lexus. God, he'll never forget the damn Lexus. 

"Fuck-" The word tears from his throat as you sink down onto him, your tight cunt splitty open around his cock like you were made for this moment. The leather seats creak beneath you both, divorce papers scattered on the floor like confetti celebrating his rebirth.

You were so goddamn young, so wet, so eager- everything his ex wife hadn't been in years, and my god... You're so fucking tight it hurts, and he's so fucking thick you can barely breathe around the stretch. Your sundress is hiked up around your waist, his hands fisted in the fabric and your hair- his wedding ring catching strands as he holds you against his body.

"You- mph - you're going to ruin me," His hips jerk up involuntarily, "aren't you?" driving deeper, and you cry out like he's hitting some spot inside of you that only a man like him can reach. He's massive- way more massive than you initially thought, thick enough that your eyes water, that your cunt burns trying to stretch around him. The head of his cock forcing your walls apart, claiming every inch as you slowly take him to the base. 

Nanami can feel you trying to adjust to his size, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each bounce as you babble incoherently- "S'too-m'fuckfuckfuck-sh'too big!!" tears leaking from your eyes, "don' ev-even know -hah - your n-name!"

His name is Nanami, but that doesn't matter... He felt how your pussy clenched at your words. You were getting off on the wrongness of the situation, just like he was. The depravity of it- this older man using your young body, his wedding ring cool against your skin. 

You don't know him, don't care who he is, and that makes this all the more exciting.

His lips crash against yours, swallowing every little noise you make as he ruts up into your heat, the windows fogging up, the car shaking with the force of his thrusts.

"S'doesn't matter," is all he says, his voice low, husky while his one hand guides your hips in a rhythm that makes his vision blur.

The condom stretches tight around him, already straining from how hard he is, how deep he's buried inside your young cunt. He can feel your orgasm building in the tremor of your thighs, the way your breath comes in desperate little gasps.

When you come, you scream. Actually scream, head thrown back like a religious experience, and your pussy clamps down so hard he sees stars. The sensation drags out his own climax, his hips lifting clean off the seat as he empties himself into the latex barrier. 

The condom swells inside you, and you whimper at the added pressure, grinding down like you want to milk every last drop from him. Your cunt spasms around the intrusion, wringing another orgasm from your oversensitive nerves.

Afterward, you collapse against his chest, both of you breathing like survivors... His wedding ring still tangled in your hair... 

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It happens again a week later. Then again. And again.

Always his car. Always that same desperate hunger, like he’s trying to fuck the loneliness out of himself. You learn to take him easier, your body adapting to his size, but he never gets used to how perfectly you fit around him.

"Missed this," he groans against your neck as he bends you over in the backseat, your sundress -a different one, pink this time- bunched around your waist, pink lace panties ripped and tossed in the front seat, "Thought about you all week."

His cock twitches inside you, and the way his hands grip your waist possessively, you believe him.

You feel his breath hitch when you start to move against him, grinding your hips back against his, feeling him so deep you could choke on it, the head of his cock pressing so hard- nestled against the opening of your womb. You swear if you looked down you’d see a perfect outline of it stretching out your stomach.

With a cock-drunk smile you can't help but imagine him coming inside you, painting the deepest part of you with his seed. "Mmn, missed this, too, Nanami-san~" you gasp sweetly, the confession falling from your lips before you could stop yourself.

He wants to say more, his tongue heavy with words unspoken- "missed you", "you're beautiful", "god, I can't get enough of you"… He always wants to say more.

But he doesn't.

Instead, he fucks you like he owns you, like your young cunt exists solely for his pleasure.

He never gives you his number, never takes you anywhere but his car, and when he pulls out, the condom is always filled to the brim with his cum- stretched obscenely with your arousal coating the outside.

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Three weeks later after he's fucked you stupid in his car, he asks you, "Come home with me tonight." The words are quiet, almost uncertain.

You look up at him from where you’re starting to doze off against his chest, "Your place?"

"My place." His fingers trace patterns on your bare shoulder, "Stay the night."

His apartment is exactly what you’d expected- minimalist, expensive, cold. But his bed is warm, and he fucks you properly there, taking his time to explore your body, to discover the things that made those pretty lashes flutter, those gorgeous lips moan his name., "K-Kento~♡!"

He’s so gentle, so slow, making you come so many times that by the time you finally pass out, the sheets were soaked, his cock still buried deep inside with a condom so full of cum, it nearly split at the seams.

That night Nanami watches you sleep, the way your hair fans out around your face, the little snores escaping your parted lips. He brushes a lock of hair from your cheek, a sudden ache in his chest as he sighs, "What am I doing?" This was wrong, "I'm too old for you," he mumbles, pressing his forehead against yours while gathering you in his arms, "This can't be a long-term thing…"

His voice trails off, the warmth of your body against his pulling him under.

"This can't be a long-term thing," he repeats the words in his dreams, and it sounds like a lie.

In the morning, he makes coffee and breakfast… Actual pancakes, not the instant kind from your dorm.

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It becomes routine. Your toothbrush joins his, the spare pajamas in his drawer are yours, and his apartment begins to smell like flowers and the perfume you wear. He drops you off at lectures, picks you up after. Pays for textbooks without blinking. Watches you study at his kitchen table while he cooks dinner, domestic in a way that terrifies him.

Nanami even learns your coffee order at Starbucks- extra vanilla syrup, always, because you're still young and believe sweetness won't hurt you. When the barista flirts with you, his jaw tightens, the way his hand tightens around his own cup. You thought at first that it was just anger, irritation at the line, but-

"Jealous?" You ask as the two of you exit the store, sipping your drinks.

"Why would I be jealous?" He responds coolly, even though his heart is hammering. He keeps trying to tell himself that this isn't an exclusive thing, even if he does call you his pretty girl while you bounce on his cock. It isn't exclusive… even though he bought a new bed to accommodate both of you. A king sized bed, the most comfortable one in the store, because his favorite thing is watching you fall apart beneath him, above him, against him… falling asleep with your scent in his lungs, waking up to your sleepy smile…

You're free to date whoever you want… but the thought makes his stomach churn…

"Beeeecause~ the cute barista was totally hitting on me," You grin, "He even gave me his number on the napkin."

"Oh?" His tone is disinterested, but his jaw ticks, and there's something dark in his eyes when he looks at you.

"Yeah, see," You show him the napkin, and sure enough, the guy had wrote his name and phone number, and-

Nanami stops.

The napkin even has a little note scribbled at the bottom, a flirtatious one saying, Call Me Anytime Cutie ;).

And that's when Nanami snaps.

He drags you back to his car, his grip bruising, and when you look up at him with those big eyes, lashes fluttering innocently… the idea that someone else might touch you like this, might hear the noises you make when you're close, might get to see the look on your face when you come undone, and god, the way you say his name…

Fuck.

He doesn't want to share.

He's become possessive.

And that afternoon he proves it. Has you bent over the hood of his car in the parking garage, splitting you open with his cock while he growls about who you belong to. Your pussy gripping him like a vice, your juices running down the car and dripping onto the cement below as he fucks you harder than he ever has- condom threatening to split around his cock with every thrust.

"Y-Yes!!!~♡," you sob, because it's true. Because somewhere between the first time he made you come and now, you became his completely.

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One morning Nanami comes home after his run, a rare day off, and finds you sitting at his table in the kitchen, dressed only in his button-up, the one he wore to work the day before. Yout hair is still sleep mussed, your favorite mug of his in your hand, and its like his breath leaves him, his heart hammering against his ribs, because for the first time in a long time… Nanami Kento is happy.

He loves you…

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be here like this- wife like and wearing his shirt. Greeting him each night he comes home late… 

Shit…

Nanami Kento was completely and utterly in love with you.

The realization hits him like a truck, and his mouth at that moment goes dry.

As you turn to him, eyes still sleepy, he also realizes he wants to memorize this moment, to preserve it forever- the early morning sun casting a beautiful glow on your skin, the soft curve of your bare shoulder. 

"Mornin', Kento," you smile at him, and he can’t take it anymore. He can’t hide this from you any longer. 

"Come here," 

"Mm? What's up?"

"Just-" He can’t speak, not properly, so he grabs your wrist in the most gentle way he can manage and tugs you from your seat, pressing you flush against his body, his hand finding your cheek, thumb tracing your lower lip.

"K-Kento, what are y-"

"I love you."

Your eyes widen, lips parting, and for a second he’s terrified. Worried that this will change everything, and then- 

"I-I love you, too. I just-" You look away for a moment, the sweetest blush spreading across your face- your smile the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, "I just didn’t know how you would- I didn’t want to scare you away…" 

God, you could never scare him away. Never. And a part of him hated himself for ever making you feel that way. That the only reason you didn't tell him is because you thought it would drive him away. 

"I love you," he breathes again, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head, his forehead pressing against yours, "So much. You could never scare me away, darling."

The kiss that followed was everything he's ever wanted. Soft, sweet and loving- everything a first kiss should be, and when the two of you part, he whispers your name against your lips, as if trying to reassure himself that this was real.

That night he takes you in his arms, carrying you up to the king size bed so that he can show you just how much he loves you. To show you just how serious he is about you. 

"No condom tonight," he whispers in your ear, his arms wrapped around you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pulls back to look at your face. 

"Mn," You nod, "Sounds fun~, but you know I’m-"

"I know… You're not on the pill," he interrupts, the corners of his mouth quirking up, "but we'll just have to deal with the consequences, won't we?"

The consequences… 

He’s never sounded so happy about anything. 

"I want to feel you," he breathes, rolling his hips, slowly, deeply, tenderly as he nudges against your entrance, "want to fill you up properly… Make you really mine," he kisses your cheek, "Make a family."

"Ahhn~♡," the moan that is drawn from your lips as his cock sinks into was music to his ears. No latex, no barrier between your bodies, just thick, bare cock spreading you open. It was indescribable- the way he filled you up, the heat of his length, every vein and ridge rubbing deliciously along the sensitive walls of your pussy. 

"God, you're perfect," he groans, and when his cock kisses your womb, his hips twitch involuntarily. The thought of his seed flooding your deepest parts was far too alluring- painting your walls white, coating the entrance of your womb, the image of your belly round and heavy with his child making his cock throb inside of you.

"Please~♡" gasping as he fills you completely- not just with his cock, but with the promise of something more permanent. 

He cums inside you that night, and every night after, marking you as his in the most intimate way possible. 

This started with divorce papers and whiskey, but it had become something else entirely. Something that tastes like forever and feels like coming home.

[satrs]

Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [...Ooh, imagine getting the collar with the bell that Caleb once mentioned to you in game. You’re so nonchalant, the bell tinkering every time you move. And Caleb is gone. He’s a gone man, because what do you mean his pipsqueak wore a collar??? With bell??? His initials??? Oh no no no no, he’s not going to let you win that easily. ] ¡! ❞

A/N; YUPPP LUV UR MIND NONNIE!!!

TAGS.MDNI! NSFW/DARK CONTENT! collar wearing, possesive caleb bc when is he not. unprotected intercourse.

You step into the room, the soft tinkle of the bell on your collar ringing with every step, drawing Caleb's attention instantly.

Like a moth to a flame.

His eyes snap to you fast, jaw tightening as he catches the sight of his initials gleaming on that little tag resting against your neck.

A wicked grin spreads across your lips as you take small, jumpy steps forward, hips swaying just enough for the bell to jingle louder.

If you keep doing this, he's gonna—

You tilt your head, voice in a low tease as you grin at him, seductive gleam in your eyes.

"Catch me if you can."

Now you've done it.

Before he can even think, he's up, eyes blazing with desperate need as his hands reach out, but you're already slipping away.

The bell's tinkling, ringing through the room as you dart past him, right into your shared bedroom.

"Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me, pips," he growls roughly as he charges after you, hunger bleeding into every step.

You laugh breathlessly, heart pounding with excitement as you weave through the furniture, Caleb hot on your heels. His hands finally clamp around your waist, fingers digging in possessively, pulling you back with brutal force.

"Nuh uhhh, no running," he lifts you effortlessly and carries you toward the bed, lips crashing onto yours with such eagerness of tongues and teeth clashing.

The bell jingles wildly with every movement, and he swears he feels his dick jump as he examines the initials— C A L E B, big and bold decorating your neck.

"Got no chance to hide now," he rasps, hands roaming, fingers digging in as his cock presses hard against your thigh. You shiver as his hips grind into you, your pussy crying to get some of his attention.

You try to slip away from his greedy grasp, but Caleb's faster, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head with one hand strong hand, the other sliding beneath your shirt to cup your breast, flicking your nipple teasingly.

And when he finally gets to fuck you? Ohhh you better brace yourself because he'll make sure that damn bell gets to ringing!

The bell on your collar tinkles with every desperate thrust, a constant, concrete reminder that you're his.

It jiggles loud and proud, his gaze flickering between the golder ball and your mesmemerizing face, and God give him strength or he's going to burst like a pre-mature teenager.

He's losing his mind.

Caleb's breath is ragged, chest heaving as he slams into you mercilessly, fingers clutching your hips, his cock stretching you to your limits.

His jaw is clenched so tight you can almost hear the tension, and every grunt, every growl is just as raw as his fat tip nudging your cervix.

"Fuckin' minx," he snarls, voice rough and desperate, "Got this goddamn bell on purpose, h-hahh? Can't fucking focus 'cause it keeps jingling every. damn. time. I give yer' sweet womb a kiss."

You moan, pressing your forehead against his sweaty shoulder, hips grinding into him hard, meeting his strong thrusts. The bell tinks again, louder now, each chime like a marker of your shared madness, your mutual obsession.

"Pipsqueak— o-ohhh pips', my pretty girl," voice cracking he thrusts deeper, harder, "Mine— f-fuckkk yeah, allll mine, yeah? Wanna let everyone know you're mine?"

"Yessss, baby! All— nghhh!— all yours, all yours!"

His hands dig into your thighs, lifting you higher, curved length hitting your g-spot, causing you to gush around him.

Tink, tink, tink— the bell's never silent, jingling with every savage thrust, with every desperate cry escaping your lips.

"F-fuck, baby—" Caleb chokes, the words barely coherent, his forehead pressed to yours, damp curls sticking to his skin as he loses it.

You can feel it.

The way his thrusts grow frantic, sloppy, like his body's moving faster than his mind. The tremble in his arms as he pins you down harder.

"Shit, shit, 'm—gonna—!" His hips jerk once, twice—

Until he breaks.

He spills into you with a ragged moan, cock twitching as thick hot cum floods you. Your walls spasm around him again, sucking him deeper, milking him through it as the bell rings madly between your bodies, almost screaming your filth into the room louder than your talkative pussy.

He slumps over you, panting, breath hot on your neck. But your legs stay locked around his waist, your hips still rolling.

And of course the bell's still jingling mad.

"That damn bell's gonna haunt me in my fuckin' dreams."

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[delilahsturniolo]

— 𝜗ৎ lunch . . . m.s

in which . . . matt loves tasting you

warnings . . . smut, unprotected sex, oral, (fem!recieving) pet names, dirty talk, making out, boob play, fingering, multiple orgasms, matt the munch, face sitting, kissing.

written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)

HIT ME HARD AND SOFT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #2

matt approaches you with a predatory grace, his eyes locked on yours, dark and intense. "been waitin’ all day to taste you sweetheart," he whispers, his voice a sultry promise that makes your heart skip a beat. he leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

your fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it impatiently. he doesn't resist, pulling it off in a swift movement, revealing the hard planes of his chest. you trace the contours of his muscles with a trembling hand, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. his breath hitches at your touch, a primal growl escaping his lips.

matt captures your lips again, this time with a fierce intensity that sets your senses ablaze. his tongue delves into your mouth, exploring every inch with a possessive hunger. you moan into the kiss, your body responding to his every move with an eager desire.

he breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. each touch sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core. his hands roam over your body, kneading and squeezing your breasts, making you arch into his touch.

his mouth latches onto a nipple, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud until it stands stiff with arousal. you can't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him. he shifts his attention to the other breast, his free hand sliding down your body to rest between your thighs.

"so wet," he groans, his fingers rubbing against your drenched folds. "i need to taste you." the need in his voice mirrors the ache building within you. with a swift movement, he strips you of your panties, exposing you to his ravenous gaze. his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of your glistening cunt. "beautiful," he murmurs before descending upon you like a man starved.

his tongue flicks over your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. you can't hold back the moans that spill from your lips, each one a symphony of desire. his fingers slide into your heat, curling and stroking your inner walls. the sensations are overwhelming, the combination of his mouth and fingers working in tandem has you teetering on the edge.

"cum f’me," he commands, his voice a muffled husky whisper against your core. and just like that, your climax hits you with the force of a tidal wave, dragging a loud cry from your throat as you clench around his fingers. he laps up every drop of your pleasure, prolonging your orgasm until you're a quivering mess beneath him.

as you come down from your high, he rises above you, his lips glistening with your essence. "now it's my turn," he growls, unfastening his jeans and freeing his throbbing member. you watch with rapt attention as he strokes himself, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

he positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his cock against your slick folds. "you gonna take my cock pretty girl?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. you nod eagerly, desperate to be filled by him. with a firm thrust, he enters you, stretching you deliciously.

you gasp at the sensation, feeling him hit every spot inside you. he begins to move, each thrust a perfect blend of power and finesse. his hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. the dual stimulation sends you spiraling into another climax, clenching around him as you cry out his name.

the tightness of your walls triggers his own release. he spills inside you with a loud groan, his body jerking as he empties himself. he collapses on top of you, both of you panting and spent, covered in a sheen of sweat.

he pulls out slowly, causing a new wave of aftershocks to ripple through you. without a word, he reaches out and gently cups your face in his hands. his touch is warm, reassuring, and it sends a cascade of emotions swirling within you. his thumb strokes your cheekbone, a soft, tender caress that makes your heart flutter.

he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours. you can smell the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of wood and spice that you find intoxicating. his lips brush against yours, a feather-light touch that leaves you yearning for more. the first real kiss comes as a shock, a jolt of electricity that runs straight to your core. his lips are soft, yet firm, moving against yours with a rhythm that's both familiar and new. it's a kiss that speaks of longing as his tongue dances against yours

as the kiss deepens, his hands slide down to your shoulders, pulling you closer. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, the firmness of his chest against yours. his tongue seeks entrance, and you grant it willingly. his hands roam your back, tracing the curve of your spine, before settling on your hips. he pulls you against him, and you can't help but moan at the feeling.

“we are done yet, sweetheart.” matt says, rolling over to lay down as you began to sit up, still in euphoria from the orgasms you had. "come on, baby. sit on my face." his voice is dripping with desire, and it sends a surge of excitement through your body.

you move to straddle his head. as you lower yourself down onto his face, you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. his mouth is so warm and wet, his tongue immediately starting to work its magic. he's licking and sucking at your most sensitive area, and it's driving you wild. you start to grind against his face, feeling the pleasure building inside you. you can't believe how good this all feels, the way his tongue is moving, the way his nose is brushing against you. it's all so much, so overwhelming…yet so good.

"fuck," you moan, your hands finding purchase in the sheets as you move against him. his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he devours you. you can feel the orgasm building, getting closer and closer. then, suddenly, you're cumming. hard. the pleasure crashes over you like a wave, sending sparks of electricity through your body. you're moaning and writhing against him, completely lost in the sensation.

as the pleasure starts to subside, you move off of his face, collapsing onto the bed beside him. he turns to look at you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "that was hot," he says, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face. his chin is dripping with your cum. you smile up at him, feeling completely spent but also extremely satisfied. you smile snuggling up against him. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you slowly drifted off together.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: i put all my pussy power into this hope you like it

[m1sanari]

"Then Beg"

Zayne can be soft. He is soft on you, but if you press his buttons? If you test him in ways that makes him be less soft on you? 

Oh, that man is on you, and you love it.

He grunts, his hips stuttering against yours. “You… hah- want this?” Zayne’s hands holds your waist down, pinning you down on the bed sheets. You moan, “Zayne– Zayne I-” He’s relentless, cock buried so deeply inside of you that your thighs are twitching, eyes squeezed shut. 

You feel it, feel the orgasm building. Your hands find solace in gripping the sheets under you, the coil in your stomach tightening with every rough thrust Zayne drills into you. “I’m close- so close–” You cry already wishing for the coil to snap then Zayne, so rudely stops. 

He stops. For the second time and you sob. His thrusts slow, cock dragging so agonizingly slow you sob, “Zayne–”

“What was that, sweetheart?” Oh, he’s so mean, voice low and teasing. He knows what he’s doing and you both hate it and love it and– “Remember this is punishment, yeah?” 

Fuck. Right. You were teasing him so much earlier and now–

You whimper, feeling his hand grab your ass, while the other keeps you pinned down. He grinds against you, teasing, slow. “I-I’m sorry- hck!” You hiccup, feeling him give you a harsh thrust that knocks your breath out of you. 

“Zayne– I want to cum–” You paw pathetically at the sheets, wishing to turn your head to look at him, but his hand is firm on your waist, intent on keeping you pinned down under him as his hips still, keeping his cock buried deep in you and oh, you were so close–

“You do now?” His voice is low, barely a whisper as he leans forwards, biting on the skin. “Then beg.” You whine, face already flushed from how good it feels, and you moan. “Zayne– Please please let me–” 

he thrusts into you unevenly, and he grunts from above you. “Yeah?” He hums, keeping his lips on your shoulder as he sucks and bites.“What is that, sweetheart? Hah- care to– to repeat that?” 

“Please let me cum!” You manage to say between moans, and he grins against your skin. 

“There you go.”“Hng- oh my–” His pace is brutal, his thrusts sharp and unforgiving, every desperate snap of his hips forcing a cry from your throat and you think in your haze, in the overwhelming pleasure that begins to build up again– that maybe– maybe… you should press his buttons again.

[innieslut]

summary: just a short san drabble cuz i need him so bad ughh.. didn't proofread so excuse grammar TT

tw: rough + unprotected piv, praising, implied creampie.

1am. San in a matter of two minutes managed to drop his bulky training bag carelessly onto the doormat, snap you out of that state of drowsiness and make all your clothes end up on the floor.

All you did was just lay there, letting your frustrated boyfriend release all his stress on your body, knowing how overwhelming and draining his job was.

"Shit." was all that could come out of his mouth as he hastily lined himself up with you, bottoming out at the first, rough thrust.

A deep and loud grunt escaped his lips, hips trying desperately to mantain a speed that wouldn't make you pass out on the mattress.

"A-ah, Sannie—" you squealed, throwing your head back onto the pillow as you struggled to keep your eyes open, legs weakly wrapping around his waist in an unconscious attempt to pull him deeper.

"Fuck, so pretty for me. Look at me baby, don't hide your face." he panted, his voice shaking slightly from how much force he was putting into his movements: the whole house echoed with the sounds of your bodies slapping against each others, along with the moans of you both.

You slowly opened your eyes, looking up at the beauty splayed in front of your eyes; his hair was a damp mess, lips parted slightly and droplets of sweat trickling from his forehead to his muscular chest, making it glisten faintly.

The view was enough to make you clench tightly around him, elicting a guttural whimper from his throat as he quickened his pace, fucking into you like it was the last time, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses from your neck to the space between your breasts, dragging his tongue over it shamelessly while his hips didn't miss one single beat.

"Ngh, S-Sannie, please.."

You writhed under him, legs trembling slightly as you took his every thrust like the obedient girl you wanted to be for him, your shaky hands gripping his toned biceps to ground yourself.

"Good girl, taking me so well... fucking perfect." he praised, making your core ache and more slick coat his lenght, causing your every connection to be followed by a lewd, obscene sound.

"Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fill you up so good, yeah? Just how you like it."

[rafeys-angel13]

Can I have a sandwich with tater tot’s, half Fanta lemon, iced tea, and sweet chili on the side 🤭

order number #11

forced proximity, s2 rafe angst/smut one shot

kook reader x rafe cameron

MDNI 18+

you push the door open to the hotel room, rafe just a few feet behind you.

your families were friends, you two used to get along so well. before you confessed your feelings to each other and dated for two years.

it was a good relationship. until it wasn’t.

rafe was toxic and agressive, you both argued every single day for weeks. you decided you weren’t happy at all and you left.

this was the first time seeing him after you broke up, it had been five months since— yet it still hurt your heart to look at him.

the most annoying part was; he is even hotter now. he’s a man now, a hot, gorgeous man.

“one bed?” he scoffs. “i knew this trip would be a fucking joke.”

“seriously, who the hell booked one room for us?” you sigh and walk in, setting your bag down on the floor next to the bed.

he stays in the door way and you look up at him.

“i’m not sleeping on the floor” he purses his lips and shakes his head.

“i didn’t say you were. the beds big enough for both of us. right?” you look at the bed, it’s a queen sized bed. definitely big enough.

“you want to share a bed?” he scoffs and shuts the door.

“well ‘want’ isn’t the word i’d use but i guess we have to”

“great… sharing a bed. just like old times” he sighs and scrubs a hand over his face.

“yep. minus the fake orgasms and lies” you smirk slightly. rafe freezes and snaps his head to look at you.

“you faked orgasms?” he frowns, stepping towards you.

“uhh duh.”

“i wasn’t… making you feel good…?” he asks, his voice quieter now.

“you couldn’t tell?” you scoff. he steps closer, his hands grabbing your arms.

“no… i couldn’t tell. why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is a lot softer and more timid.

“why do you care-” you’re cut off by him smashing his lips into yours. his hand cupping the back of your head and bringing you closer. your lips part as a moan slips out.

he pushes you back onto the bed, crawling ontop of you.

loud squelching noises fill the room as rafe drills his cock into your pussy.

the position you’re in is euphoric. laying on your back with your legs over his shoulders, you can feel every inch of his length and it’s heavenly.

rafe continues to roughly rut his dick into your dripping cunt.

your warm plush walls tense around his erection as you feel your stomach squeeze.

“m gonna cum” you moan, the sound coming from deep within you. your stomach bulges at each thrust of his length.

he lets out a guttural moan as his cock shoots white ropes of cum into you, his hips jerking. your pussy clenches around his softening dick. pleasure washing over you in one big wave.

rafe’s head drops to your shoulder as his dick continues sliding in and out of you, letting you fall down from your high.

“that one wasn’t fake, huh?” you feel his smirk against your neck.

“no… definitely wasn’t.” you pant.

total: $5,29 - word count: 529

[the-boy-ismine]

midnight desires, feat. skz maknae line! (read hyung line)

tw : sub maknae line (separate) x dom amab reader (& twt porn links fitting each scenario). reader is a jerk/a lil mean. semi-public setting (studio; jisung), grinding/frottage (jisung), exhibitionism/voyeurism, recording during sex/sex tape (jisung), pet names/name calling ('baby, bitch, slut, toy'; jisung, 'baby, toy, good little thing/good boy'; felix, 'pretty boy, tiny little thing'; seungmin, 'baby'; jeongin), dumbification, unprotected sex, use of lube, praise & degradation, minor overstim, mirror sex (felix), size/length kink (felix & seungmin), strength/muscle kink (felix & seungmin), minor size difference, subspace (felix), minor feminization (use of 'pussy'; felix), minor breathplay (felix), belly bulge (felix & jeongin), d/s dynamics, could be seen as brat taming (seungmin), vanilla → rough (jeongin). minors, ageless, & fem blogs dni 🪽 !!

HAN & reverse cowgirl. (i thank my man for inspiring this).

“Don’t turn it off.”

Your voice was quiet but firm—low enough to buzz against Jisung’s spine and make him shiver.

“Hyung,” he whined, shifting on your lap with a breathy gasp as your cock pressed harder between his ass cheeks, thick and hot and so close. “The mic’s still—still on... what if—”

“Then maybe you’ll learn to stop teasing me while I’m mixing,” you muttered, biting down on the crook of his shoulder. “Now grind, baby.”

Jisung’s hands trembled as they gripped the edge of his desk, knuckles white under the dim studio lights. The room smelled like sweat, tension, and barely restrained arousal—his shorts discarded across the floor, shirt halfway off, and his twitchy thighs spread open over your lap as you guided his hips with firm hands.

“Can’t even sit down properly,” you taunted, dragging your cock along his twitching rim, teasing it open but never breaching. “Too tight for me to just slide in, huh?”

He whined, long and low, his breath catching in the mic.

“Hyung—please—I can’t take it,” he gasped, dropping his head back against your shoulder, the slope of his throat trembling as he swallowed. “I need it, I need it so bad—”

“Oh, now you need it?” You rolled your hips just enough to make him cry out again, the pressure of your cock splitting his cheeks and pressing right against his rim. “You were fine mouthing off earlier. Now look at you. Can’t even sit down without whining like a little bitch.”

Jisung whimpered, grinding harder—slippery precum from his cock already staining the soft material of his shirt as it bunched beneath him. You didn’t stop him. You let him rut against you like a needy animal, barely holding back from sinking down on your cock, forced to ride the tease until he couldn’t take it anymore.

The mic blinked faintly in the corner—still recording—picking up the lewd squelch of spit and lube smeared between his cheeks, the faint slap of skin-on-skin, and every breathy, broken moan spilling from Jisung’s lips.

“Say it,” you growled in his ear. “Say what you are.”

“I’m—ah—I’m your slut,” he gasped, eyes rolling back as you finally let your tip breach him, just barely. “I’m your little ride toy, hyung—please, please let me sit on it—!”

You smirked, thrusting your hips up sharply—just once—and that was all it took. Jisung screamed, high and raw and wet as your cock finally split him open, burying halfway inside before you held him there with one hand gripping his waist tight enough to bruise.

“You’re loud,” you hissed, voice thick with lust. “The whole street probably heard that. Gonna give them a whole show?”

He was too far gone to answer. His mouth hung open, eyes glassy, face burning red as you started bouncing him on your lap—your thick cock dragging inside him, punching gasps out of his lungs that bounced off the studio walls and fed back into the mic.

“Gonna ruin your precious audio, baby,” you chuckled, teeth grazing the shell of his ear. “Hope you saved a clean version before I made you stupid.”

“Fffuck—hyung I’m gonna cum—!”

Your hand wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping it in time with each bounce, each obscene squelch of your cock stretching his greedy, spasming hole.

“Cum for me, baby,” you growled. “Let them hear how you fall apart on my cock.”

He shattered. His back arched, hips stuttering, cock painting his shirt and stomach in streaks of white as his hole spasmed and clamped down hard—squeezing you like a vice. You kept thrusting, chasing your own high, pounding into him while he writhed and babbled incoherently in your lap.

You came with a low groan, hips snapping up one final time, spilling hot inside him as he trembled from overstimulation, still trying to ride out every aftershock.

The mic beeped.

Still recording.

FELIX & headlock. (honestly i wouldve gave seungmin headlock based on recent changmin interactions... but felix has always loved muscles).

“Look at you.”

Your voice was a low rumble against his ear, chest pressed to his back as he sat flush in your lap—legs trembling, hole stretched wide around your cock. “You see yourself, baby?”

In front of the bed stood a mirror, full-length, angled perfectly. And in that reflection, Felix was a mess.

Your thick arm curled around his neck in a snug headlock—firm enough to keep him still, not tight enough to choke—your bicep bulging beside his cheek, veins prominent against flushed skin. His hands scrambled weakly at your wrist, not to fight, but to hold on, brain spinning and cock leaking against his belly as you bounced him on your cock like he weighed nothing.

His moans were breathless, his deep voice wrecked and shaky. “H-Hyung… s’too big—m’so full, I can’t—”

“You can,” you growled, snapping your hips up again. The slap of skin-on-skin echoed through the room, Felix’s thighs trembling as your cock drove in deep—so deep—hitting a spot that made his toes curl and his voice hitch.

“Ahn—fuck—fuck…!” He slurred, mouth slack, freckles dark against his flushed cheeks, eyes fluttering open only to watch himself in the mirror and fall apart again.

“That’s it,” you praised, your grip flexing just slightly around his throat, just enough for him to gasp and choke on a moan. “You feel that, yeah? Feel how tight you are around me? Squeezing like your pussy was made for this cock.”

His brain short-circuited.

You felt the way his entire body shivered in your arms—his head lolling back against your shoulder, hands falling limp, mouth opening and closing like he didn’t even have the words anymore.

“Can’t think,” he mumbled, eyes glassy. “M’head feels all fuzzy—too good, hyung—too good…”

You chuckled darkly, licking a stripe up his neck before biting gently at his earlobe.

“That’s my good boy,” you muttered, thrusting up again and watching his body jolt in the mirror. “Look at how dumb you get when I fuck you right. All that bratty mouth gone, and now you’re just a little cockdrunk toy in my arms.”

Felix moaned, loud and wrecked and absolutely gone.

The squelch of your cock fucking up into him was obscene—his hole stretched around you, dripping slick and so damn tight you could barely hold back. He bounced with each thrust, guided by your arm and your hips and the sheer strength you used to hold him exactly where you wanted.

“Feel how deep I am?” you whispered, pressing a hand to his belly where your cock bulged faintly. “Feel me all the way in your guts, baby?”

Felix let out a broken sob, eyes rolling back, legs shaking violently as you jerked him down hard on your cock—and kept him there, buried to the base, grinding slow and deep while your grip held him steady.

“M’gonna—!” he cried, tears slipping from his lashes, freckles soaked and glowing under the dim light. “Hyung, I’m—!”

“Cum on my cock,” you commanded, flexing your arm around his neck again as your free hand gripped his leaking cock and pumped once, twice—

He screamed.

His body convulsed as he came, untouched for so long, the shock so strong it made him shake. His hole fluttered violently around you, clenching down like it didn’t want to let go, and your control snapped.

You thrust up into him one last time, cock buried to the hilt, and came with a feral groan—filling him deep, flooding him while he collapsed in your arms, trembling and twitching, head resting against your bicep like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

In the mirror, you saw it all—your cock stuffed inside him, cum dripping out slowly, and Felix’s fucked-out, bliss-drunk expression.

“Such a good little thing,” you murmured, kissing the shell of his ear. “Can’t even move now, huh?”

He let out a tiny hum, lips curled in a lazy, cockdrunk smile.

“Good. You’re not going anywhere.”

SEUNGMIN & (up) against the wall.

“You always talk too much.”

Your voice came low and biting, teeth brushing his jaw as his back hit the cold wall with a dull thud. Seungmin gasped softly, breath catching, but his glare was defiant—sharp and narrow, like he still had something to prove.

He always did.

“I'm just saying, if you knew how to use your dick properly, maybe I wouldn’t need to keep correcting you all the time,” he spat, voice all smug as his hand slid up your chest, nails dragging just enough to rile you.

You laughed. Just once. And then you lifted him.

His legs wrapped around you instinctively—always quicker to react than to admit it—but his cock twitched the second your palm gripped his ass and your other hand slipped under the waistband of his compression shorts. Still warm from dance practice, his body slick with sweat and his hole already fluttering against your fingers like he knew what was coming.

“You were saying?” you grunted as your cock slid into him in one brutal thrust, forcing his back to arch, his head to snap back against the wall with a quiet thump.

He choked.

His hand flew to your shoulder, nails digging in, and then—bite. Teeth sank into your flesh like he was trying not to scream.

“Mmff—!”

But it wasn't enough. You felt every little noise vibrate against your skin: the helpless whimper, the stuttered breath, the pathetic groan when your cock bottomed out and stayed there. Pressed balls-deep, his legs locked around your waist, sweat-slicked thighs trembling on either side of your hips.

“You like running your mouth so much,” you growled into his ear, fucking up into him again—deep, slow, mean. “But you’re always the first to fold.”

“Shut—ahh—shut up—” he hissed, but his voice cracked right through the middle. He was clinging to you now, fists bunched in your shirt, his knees knocking as the thick head of your cock dragged along his inner walls, punching into that sweet spot every single time.

You ground your hips against his ass and he whined again, louder.

“You're so small like this,” you teased, your lips brushing his ear as you pistoned your hips into him—harder now, faster. “Tiny little thing all stuffed full, legs shaking, cock leaking without me even touching it. This what you call being in charge, Seungmin?”

“F-fuck you—”

“Already am.”

He bit you again, harder this time, but it was all bark. His body gave you the truth: the way he clenched around you, trembling like he was one thrust away from begging. The wet slap of your hips against his ass echoed in the empty hallway, drowning out every quiet grunt he tried to hide in your neck.

You adjusted your grip on his thighs and thrust harder—more relentless, brutal, hips crashing up into him like you wanted to split him open.

And then he whimpered—raw, caught-off-guard, so fucked-out he couldn’t stop himself.

“Yeah,” you rasped, voice thick with lust, “There’s the real you.”

His eyes fluttered open, glassy and half-lidded, lips swollen from biting down too hard. “D-don’t stop—” he whispered, barely audible over the slap of skin and the wet squelch between his thighs. “Please—just don’t—”

You didn’t.

You slammed into him again, fucking him deeper, chasing that weak little sound he’d let slip, pounding up into his guts until he was practically bouncing in your hold. His cock was smeared with precum between your stomachs, untouched and leaking like crazy.

You kissed his jaw, sucked on the skin just below his ear.

“I’m not stopping until you’re crying, pretty boy. Want everyone who walks by to know who really owns you.”

And judging by the way Seungmin’s walls clenched hard around your cock, like he was seconds from cumming, he wanted that too.

JEONGIN & mating press.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

Jeongin’s whole body shuddered at the praise, arms wrapped tight around your neck like he was trying to hold onto something real. Something solid—something not the overwhelming pressure of your cock buried balls-deep inside him, pushing his legs up and folding him in half.

You’d been fucking him slow, deep, controlled. Not rough—not yet. Just enough to make his thighs tremble and his eyes roll back every time your hips rolled down, dragging over that soft, gummy spot that made him clench around you.

“A-ah—” his voice cracked, high and desperate, breath hitching as he blinked up at you, pupils blown wide. “F-feels good—feels too good—”

“You can take it,” you whispered, one hand gripping his thigh while the other smoothed over his belly, down to the spot bulging faintly with your cock. You pressed there, just a little.

He gasped—legs twitching, hole fluttering around you.

His cheeks were flushed pink, sweat starting to bead at his temples, soft brown hair sticking to his forehead. He looked fucked, even though you hadn’t even gone that hard yet—just slow and steady, the kind of fucking that sank in, made him feel everything, filled him up until he forgot anything existed outside your cock and the sound of your voice.

“You were so shy when we started,” you murmured, bending forward to kiss the corner of his lips. His knees were pressed almost to his chest, ankles hooked over your shoulders—completely open, completely yours.

“Thought you didn’t want this,” you teased.

“I-I didn’t—” he whined, shaking his head—but the way he moaned when you fucked in just a little deeper betrayed him.

Your thumb rubbed his cheek gently, his eyes fluttering half-shut.

“But now you’re taking it so well. Letting me fold you up and fill you nice and deep. Letting me ruin you.”

“‘M not ruined—” he whispered, breathless, but his cock twitched helplessly between you, leaking onto his stomach.

You smirked. “No?”

And then you thrust.

Hard.

Deep.

His head flew back, mouth dropping open in a broken cry as you fucked into him harder now—relentless and sweet, the kind of rhythm meant to make him fall apart beneath you. Your grip tightened on his thighs, holding him in place while you drove into him again and again, wet heat clenching and fluttering around your cock.

“You love this,” you rasped. “Love being folded in half, stuffed full, letting me watch every little expression you make.”

He blinked up at you, dazed, lips trembling. “W-wanna be good—want you to feel good—”

“You do,” you whispered, leaning close. “You feel perfect. Gonna let me fill you up, yeah? Want me to cum deep in this pretty little hole?”

“Y-yes—!”

You grinned, voice low and thick with want. “Then take it, baby. Take every inch and don’t dare let me go.”

a/n : nobody asked for this, but yk since my last anon admitting they were too shy to directly comment on one of my side works, i just thought 'hey maybe someone feels that way too but instead they just have no courage to say anything' so here it issss. do y'all like the hyung line or the maknae line more? (i may have spoiled the maknae line a tad bit more than the other, but i have my reason!).

[sukunahs]

good little pet! | ryomen sukuna

cw: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, pet play, piv

Thinking about sukuna being really into pet play, being totally obsessed with seeing you in a collar and leash, and having complete control over everything you do.

When he’d come home from work he’d expect you to be waiting on your knees at the door, excited to greet him after a hard day. He’d pet your hair and coo about how cute you are, giving you all the attention you desire.

You’d gleefully follow his every command, crawling over to him when he wanted you at his side and curling up on his lap when he demanded your warmth. He’d praise you often, running his fingers over your body affectionately and calling you a good girl.

If you were to ever disobey him he’d be very strict with his punishments - it’s important to him that bad little pets learn their lesson so that they don’t repeat their behaviour.

He’d splay you out on his lap and spank you over and over again until your ass was red and burning, praising you afterwards for being good and staying still for him.

After that he’d get you to suck his cock, putting you in between his legs and letting you kitten lick the tip before forcing it down your throat, firmly holding the leash to control your speed.

He’d be obsessed with using your leash to exert dominance over you, tugging on it harshly whenever he fucks you behind, enjoying the little strangled moans that you would make as the collar constricted around your neck.

He’d fuck you in all sorts of positions, with doggy-style and prone bone being is favourite, as he generally liked keeping you underneath him, loving the feeling of completely dominating you.

But occasionally he’d sit you on his lap, telling you to ride him, sitting back and watching your breasts bounce, enjoying the sight of you struggling to take him. When your movements would start to falter he’d grab your hips and start thrusting into you, loving your sweet little whimpers and the way you grasped desperately at his shoulders for balance.

He loved marking you in any way he could: a pink collar around your neck with his name engraved on the tag proving his ownership, bite marks all over your neck and shoulders, the outline of his handprints on your ass. He had such a primal urge to show that you were his.

And for that reason he’d usually cum somewhere on your body, shooting his seed over your back or your tits, occasionally finishing on your face if you’d been sucking his cock. Nothing turned him on more than seeing you covered in his cum, marked completely by him.

He’d always clean you up afterwards of course, just like a good owner should. He’d bathe your body in a warm bath and tuck you up in his bed, letting you sleep at his side, softly stroking your hair until you fell asleep.

Pets shouldn’t really be allowed on the bed but he’d make an exception for you, too obsessed with the feeling of your soft naked body against his.

He’d do anything for his little pet.

[thatnightlamp]

Ahhhh can i request NSFW alphabet for lion?? Thanks!!!

LION EL'JONSON NSFW ALPHABET

Tags: @incrediblethirst, @iluminatka16, @meervalv0, @shankss-magnificent-ass

A = Aftercare He’s awkward. Like he knows he should do something but doesn’t know how. So he just keeps you close, unmoving, body still pressed against your back, his breath caught. Eventually, he’ll wrap an arm around you, tightly, like you might be taken from him. He cleans you slowly, his hand brushing your skin with trembling care.

B = Body part His chest. Broad, powerful, always the shield between you and the world. He wants your cheek resting over his heart, your nails clawing down his sternum.

C = Cum Hot and thick, always deep inside you, he doesn’t like mess. He finishes with control, panting heavily, face buried in your throat. If it leaks from you afterward, he stares at it like a man haunted. Like it means more than it should.

D = Dirty secret He dreams of you calling him My Lion, not in jest, but in submission. Not because he forces you, but because you trust him enough to kneel before a creature of war. The idea makes him ache, even if he buries it in silence.

E = Experience A virgin for a painfully long time. His first time with you was stiff, cautious, almost clinical. But he learned fast. He trains like a knight, fucks like a conqueror. Focused, driven, precise, you’ll never need to correct him twice.

F = Favorite position Missionary, but not the kind you’d expect. You pinned beneath him, your thighs over his shoulders, his face buried in your throat as he thrusts deep. He needs to see you, needs to hold you still, needs to feel like he’s all you know.

G = Goofy Absolutely not. He does not joke during sex. If you try to be playful, you’ll get a sharp look and a punishing thrust that leaves you breathless.

H = Hair Very neatly groomed. Soft golden body hair, lightly scattered on his chest and trail to his groin. He trims but doesn’t shave. His pubic hair is the same gold as the mane of his hair.

I = Intimacy Overwhelming. He doesn’t know how to relax into it. Every act is laced with guilt, hunger, need. His kisses are hard, frantic, breaking into gentleness only when you tremble. But when he lets go, he holds you like he’s falling into prayer.

J = Jack off Only in secret. Never where anyone might see or hear. He does it face down, fists tight in the sheets, gritting his teeth through a silent orgasm. Afterward, he stares at his hand like it betrayed him and vows not to do it again. (He always does.)

K = Kink

Chastity Denial. He resists for so long, then fucks you with the fury of a star collapsing.

Control: Being your only partner, the one you look to, kneel for, beg for.

Possession: Marks you with bites, hickeys in hidden places, and lingers inside you until he feels his seed take root.

L = Location His quarters, always. He needs control, privacy, and the scent of you on his linens. But he has a secret love for taking you in the forests of Caliban, beneath the moonlight, where even the trees bow to his need.

M = Motivation Touch. Not lustful but intimate. When you run your hand down his chest without flinching, or cup his face without fear, something in him snaps. That kind of trust makes him starve for you.

N = No He will never share you. Threesomes, voyeurism, degradation,... all out. He sees you as his equal and his charge, not a plaything. Also refuses anything that risks making you fear him, he needs your trust like oxygen.

O = Oral Receiving. Tense. You have to coax him into relaxing. He’ll grip the wall behind you and moan low, fists clenched, hips trembling. It’s overwhelming. He loves it.

P = Pace Slow and punishing. Every thrust is deliberate, powerful, measured. He holds you down and makes you feel every inch, every grind of his hips. But if he’s angry or jealous, it turns to something rougher, more primal.

Q = Quickie Almost never. He thinks it’s disrespectful. But if it’s needed, if he’s about to leave on a mission and you beg him with tears in your eyes, he’ll take you fast and fierce in a hallway, armor pushed aside, hand over your mouth while he pants against your neck. He’ll apologize after.

R = Risk Low. He doesn’t take chances, and he doesn’t share. But he does indulge your more dangerous fantasies when trust is high, like binding you with his sash or fucking you in full armor. If he knows you’re safe, he’s more willing to stray from tradition.

S = Stamina Nearly endless. He can hold off his orgasm with terrifying willpower, sometimes denying himself for hours to focus on you. But once he cums? He can go again. And again. Until you beg him to stop, and even then, he might not.

T = Toys He doesn’t trust external tools. But if you use them, he’ll study them silently, then replace them with his own fingers, tongue, or cock, better, deeper, longer. You won’t miss the toys.

U = Unfair Not playful, but intensely cruel in his own way. He’ll edge you without meaning to, stop right before you cum, just to kiss your temple and slow down. He doesn’t understand why you whimper. He just wants to savor you.

V = Volume Low, rumbling groans. Sharp, hissed breaths. He tries to stay silent, but when he loses control, he growls your name like an animal.

W = Wild card He keeps a carved figurine of you in his cloak—small, hand-carved, worn from touch. He rubs it between battles like a charm. You’ve never seen it. If you did, he’d panic.

X = X-ray Long, thick, heavy, uncut and flushed deep red when aroused. Veined and dark, the crown broad and sensitive. He leaks a lot, always with a soft hiss through his teeth. His precum stains sheets, thighs, your lips.

Y = Yearning Extreme, but caged. He buries his longing beneath duty, honor, and ritual. But once he’s alone with you, it all spills out. He fucks like a man starving for touch, because he is.

Z = Zzz Doesn’t fall asleep easily. He lies awake, thinking, watching you. If you’re asleep against him, he won’t move. He’ll stay still for hours, listening to your heartbeat, memorizing the shape of your breath.

[juliettejwnewinesa]

More hard dom sieun please 🙏 I loved your control one and we get a part 2 or another sieun one

Pairing: Si-eun x fem!Reader Genre: Smut, Dom!Si-eun, Overstimulation, Power Play Word Count: ~1.1k Warnings: Overstimulation, creampie continuation, size kink, forced movement (with consent), dirty talk, mild humiliation/praise mix, lap sex, guiding/thrusting while on top, overstim tears, possessiveness, soft aftercare at the end

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Her thighs twitched violently when he shifted her onto his lap, her limp body straddling him like a doll. Si-eun didn’t say anything at firsthe just held her there. Let her squirm.

Let her feel every drop of him still leaking out, every twitch of his cock buried deep inside.

Her head lolled against his shoulder. “Si-eun,” she whispered, too raw to speak louder.

He hummed, running one hand slowly up her spine while the other gripped her thigh. “Still with me?”

She nodded, trembling. “Too much.”

He smiled against her hair. “Not yet.”

His hands guided her hips—slow, unrelenting—as he rolled them forward, forcing her to grind down on him. Her breath hitched. Her hands fisted his shoulders, nails biting into skin, but he didn’t stop.

“You’re still dripping,” he said lowly. “I can feel it. Hot and messy.”

She whimpered, burying her face into the crook of his neck. “Please—can’t—”

“You will.” He pulled back just enough to look at her. “You’re going to take it again.”

She could feel everything. Every overstimmed nerve sparking, every fluttering contraction from her last orgasm now violently reignited by friction. Si-eun didn’t thrust up. He didn’t need to. Just the wet glide of their bodies rocking together was enough to make her see stars.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, lips brushing her cheek, her temple. “You feel so fucking good like this—like you’re made for me.”

His grip tightened, guiding her faster now. She was moaning into his neck, hips bucking weakly on their own, chasing something even she didn’t understand anymore.

“I’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, breath catching. “Gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name.”

“I already can’t,” she sobbed, voice cracking. “Si-eun, please—”

“You begging again?” He chuckled softly, almost cruel. “You know what that does to me.”

She gasped when he shifted—planting his feet firmly on the mattress so he could angle deeper. His hands stayed on her hips, fingers digging in, forcing her to move with him now.

“Ride,” he ordered. “Don’t stop until you’re crying again.”

She already was. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked, a mix of overwhelmed ecstasy and submission as her thighs flexed around him. She rode him slowly at first, then faster, her body shaking each time his cock slid against that one devastating spot inside her.

He watched her fall apart like it was art.

“Faster,” he said. “You wanna come? Then fucking earn it.”

She nodded frantically, mind broken open, letting him fuck up into her in desperate, ragged rhythm. The obscene sound of skin slapping, the wet squelch of their bodies grinding together—it filled the room. And still, he didn’t look away. Not once.

His voice dropped. “You look so fucking beautiful when you’re destroyed.”

She screamed when it hit her.

No warning this time. No mercy. Just pure, violent orgasm crashing through her like lightning, her body locking up as she clenched down hard, sobbing against his chest. Si-eun groaned—deep and broken—as she milked him for a second time, her spasms dragging another hot flood from him.

He gripped her tighter and held her there—fully seated on his cock, keeping every drop inside her.

She went limp.

He stroked her back gently. “Shhh,” he murmured. “You did so well, baby. So fucking good.”

Her voice was barely there. “I—I can’t move.”

“Don’t need to.” He kissed the top of her head. “Just stay. I’ve got you.”

She felt warm. Safe. Destroyed.

And then his hand slid between them again.

She flinched. “No—no more—Si-eun—”

“Shhh.” He didn’t even touch her clit—just rubbed soothing circles on her hips, grounding her. “I’m done. I promise. Just letting you come down.”

He stayed like that with her, rocking her gently, cock still buried inside. He didn’t rush. Didn’t force.

Eventually, her body stopped trembling.

“You still here?” he whispered.

She nodded slowly.

Si-eun exhaled a shaky breath and leaned his forehead against hers. “Good.”

Then, quieter: “I love how you trust me like this.”

Her eyes fluttered open. She blinked through the haze and found his face—flushed, sweat-damp, jaw still tight from restraint. His thumb brushed a tear from her cheek.

“Even when I push you too far.”

“You didn’t,” she murmured. “You never do.”

That broke something else.

He kissed her—soft, deep, reverent.

And finally, finally, he pulled out.

Only to lay her down again, clean her up, and curl behind her—naked, breath heavy, arms wrapped around her waist, his mouth still ghosting along the back of her neck like he couldn’t let go.

“You still won’t need your legs tomorrow,” he whispered.

But now, it sounded more like a promise than a threat.

[megssandbox]

König x Reader – BDSM, rough dom, mean with hints of softness

You shouldn’t have said it.

Shouldn’t have called him cold.

But it was too late now.

The hotel room door slams shut behind you and König’s voice slices the air before your back even hits the wall.

“Wanna say that again?”

Low. Threatening. Controlled only by sheer force of will.

You try to respond, but he’s already closing the space—six foot ten of raw, coiled fury. His jaw ticks as he presses a palm flat against the wall beside your head, caging you in.

“I said,” he growls, “say it again. Call me cold.”

You stare at him, heart thundering. His mask is still on, only his eyes visible—ice blue and burning. The sharp scent of sweat and gunpowder still clings to his gear. There’s tension rolling off of him in thick waves.

“I didn’t mean—” you begin, but his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice is velvet-edged steel. “You meant it. You think I don’t feel anything?”

You shake your head. “I just… I wanted a reaction.”

“Well, you’ve got one.”

His grip tightens, not cruel, but punishing. His other hand snakes between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties, slow and deliberate. His eyes—those bottomless, haunted eyes—watch every flicker of your reaction.

“You want warmth?” he sneers, slipping his fingers under the fabric. “Earn it.”

You gasp as two thick fingers shove inside you, rough and merciless. He pumps them without warning, curling them to strike deep, mean spots that make your legs quake.

“No prep, no patience, just like you wanted, right?” His lips brush your ear. “You poke the monster, don’t cry when it bites.”

Your moan is swallowed by his mouth crushing against yours, brutal and possessive. His free hand releases your throat and tangles in your hair, yanking your head back to bare your neck. He licks a stripe up your throat, then bites down—hard. You cry out, wetness flooding his hand as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

When he pulls away, he licks his fingers clean, then wipes the rest across your cheek like war paint.

“Strip,” he commands. “And kneel.”

You do, hands trembling. König paces as you bare yourself, tossing your clothes aside. When you drop to your knees, he stops in front of you, towering and impassive, his cock straining against his pants.

“Look at you. All mouth earlier. And now you’re quiet.”

You glance up at him through your lashes. “I’m sorry.”

“Too late for that.”

He unzips, pulls himself free. He’s thick, veiny, heavy in his hand—and already leaking for you. You barely have time to adjust before he grabs a fistful of your hair and guides your mouth to him.

“Open.”

You obey. He slides in deep, forcing your jaw wide. The burn makes your eyes water. His pace is punishing, relentless, each thrust forcing you to take more, gagging on him until tears stream down your cheeks.

“You wanted real,” he grunts, thrusting harder. “This is what it looks like.”

You gag again, nails digging into your own thighs to anchor yourself. He’s merciless, head thrown back, groaning like thunder. You think you catch the faintest tremble in his hips before he pulls out and hauls you up.

“On the bed. Face down, ass up.”

You scramble into place, heart racing, legs trembling. You don’t see him shed the rest of his gear, but you hear the belt—the low hiss of leather sliding through loops. Your breath catches.

Then, crack.

The belt lands across your ass, fire blooming across your skin. You whimper, but he’s already winding it around your wrists behind your back, tying it tight.

“Still think I’m cold?” he murmurs.

“No,” you breathe.

He lines up behind you, nudging your legs farther apart. The tip of his cock drags through your slick folds, slow and deliberate.

“No safeword tonight,” he says, voice raw. “You want me soft? Beg for it.”

He slams into you, hard enough to make the bedframe slam the wall. You cry out, but he doesn’t let up. Each thrust is deep and punishing, every inch of him dragging fire through you.

“Louder,” he demands. “Let the whole fucking hotel know who you belong to.”

You scream his name, broken and sobbing, body stretched to its limits. He pounds into you like he’s trying to leave bruises on your soul. Your body shakes, sweat mixing with tears. You feel split open, ruined—and then, suddenly—

His hand slides under you, finds your clit. Starts rubbing fast, ruthless circles. You wail, legs buckling, orgasm ripping through you like lightning.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Come for me. Come on my cock, slut.”

You do—clenching, sobbing, trembling. But he doesn’t stop. He grabs your hips, keeps thrusting, deeper, harder.

“Not done.”

It’s too much. You’re crying now, begging without words. You feel raw, used, broken open—and then he comes too, with a hoarse growl, spilling deep inside you, burying his cock as far as it’ll go.

For a long, shuddering moment, he stays there—chest heaving, hands gripping your hips like they’re the only thing anchoring him.

Then slowly, he pulls out, unties your wrists. You collapse onto the bed, wrecked.

And then—his hand brushes your hair back. Gentle. Careful.

You feel the weight of the covers pulled over you. Arms gathering you against a broad, bare chest. A heartbeat thundering in your ear.

König exhales. “You drive me fucking insane.”

You nuzzle into his chest, dazed. “Sorry.”

He doesn’t answer at first. Then you feel his lips against your temple.

“You’re not,” he mutters. “But I still want you.”

[velvetghoul]

No Mercy

✦ One-Shot

Reader x Atsuya Kusakabe | 18+ MDNI

cw: smut, dominant!Kusakabe, office sex, surprise roughness, power dynamic, reader teasing him into snapping, manhandling, desk sex, choking, hair pulling, possessive language, overstimulation

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“You really just sit here all day doing paperwork?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe of Kusakabe’s office with a smirk. “No cursed technique, no real ambition… kind of a boring life.”

Kusakabe didn’t even look up from his folder.

“I’m alive, aren’t I? Unlike half the idiots we work with.”

You snorted, arms crossed. “Come on Atsuya, there’s gotta be something that gets a rise out of you.”

He sighed, finally setting down the file. “If you’re here to flirt, I’m too tired. If you’re here to annoy me, congrats, mission accomplished.”

You tilted your head. “I think you like when I annoy you.”

He gave you a flat look.

You walked in slowly, shutting the door behind you. “Ever think maybe the reason you’re so quiet is because you’re afraid of what you’d do if you let go a little?”

His brow twitched.

“And what, exactly,” he said dryly, “do you think I’d do?”

You stepped in front of his desk, sat right on the edge of it, swinging your legs slightly as you leaned in close.

“Something very unprofessional,” you whispered.

For a moment, nothing. Then a slow, deliberate blink.

And then—Kusakabe stood.

Not rushed. Not dramatic. Just… decisive. Calm. Like flipping a switch.

He stepped between your legs, grabbed your chin with one hand, and forced you to look him in the eyes.

“You sure you wanna play this game with me?” he murmured. “You have no idea how far I’ll go once I stop pretending.”

Your stomach flipped.

“I’m not scared,” you said—almost too fast.

He smirked, something dark curling in the corner of his mouth.

“Good.”

And then he kissed you.

Not soft. Not sweet. Just heat and teeth and control—like he’d been holding back for months and finally cracked. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide around him as he pressed against you, already half-hard in his slacks.

You moaned into his mouth, fingers gripping his shirt. “Fuck, I didn’t think you—”

“That was your first mistake,” he muttered against your lips. “Thinking I’m harmless.”

He shoved everything off his desk in one smooth motion—papers, folders, pens flying—and pushed you back onto the cold wood.

His hands worked fast, dragging your panties off with one motion, sliding two fingers through your folds with a low hum.

“Already wet,” he murmured. “You wanted this.”

“Wanted to see if you had it in you.”

He stared at you.

Then, in one motion, he shoved his fingers inside you—deep, curling expertly—and covered your mouth with his other hand when you cried out.

“Keep your voice down,” he whispered. “Or you’ll get us both fired.”

You nodded shakily, eyes wide, hips already grinding down onto his hand.

Kusakabe wasn’t fast—he was methodical. Calculated. He fucked you with his fingers like he was studying every reaction, memorizing exactly how to ruin you.

And when your legs started to tremble?

He pulled his hand back.

You whined, trying to close your legs, but he didn’t let you. He grabbed your thighs, forced them open, and unzipped his slacks with one hand.

His cock slapped against his stomach—long, thick, and veiny—and your mouth went dry.

“You gonna take it?” he asked, dragging the head over your leg. “Or are you just here to run your mouth?”

You reached for him. “Don’t you fucking tease me—”

He didn’t.

Without a word, Kusakabe opened his desk drawer, pulled out a condom, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled it on with the kind of practiced calm that made your thighs twitch.

He pushed in deep in one thrust, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your nails dug into the desk, back arching as he bottomed out, hips flush with yours.

“Holy shit—” you gasped.

“Louder,” he said, snapping his hips once. “Come on, weren’t you so brave a minute ago?”

You cried out, legs wrapping around him.

Kusakabe fucked you like he was tired of pretending. Deep, hard strokes that sent the desk creaking under your back, his hand around your throat and his eyes locked on your face.

“I’m quiet,” he muttered, “not soft. Learn the difference.”

You couldn’t even respond. His cock hit every spot inside you like he owned your body, your moans slipping out no matter how hard you tried to bite them back.

“You wanted to push me,” he growled. “You wanted to know what happens when I lose control.”

He grabbed your hair, yanked your head back, and spat in your mouth. “So fucking take it.”

You swallowed. Instinct. Desperation.

And he kissed you again. Bruising. Possessive. His hips never stopped.

“Can feel you squeezing,” he muttered. “You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes—fuck—yes—”

“Not yet.”

You whimpered.

He pulled out.

You almost sobbed—but he wasn’t done.

Kusakabe flipped you over with shocking strength, bent you over the desk, and slammed into you from behind with a force that made your knees buckle.

“Be a good girl,” he growled. “and take it.”

You were drooling now—completely undone, face pressed to the wood, his cock splitting you open so perfectly it hurt.

“You can come now,” he said. “Come all over me.”

You did.

You clenched around him so hard he groaned, hands bruising your hips as he fucked you through it—sloppier now, faster.

“Fuck—gonna fill you up—”

He buried himself to the hilt with a deep grunt, the heat of his release flooding the condom as he held you there, firm and possessive, like even with protection he couldn’t stand the thought of pulling out too soon.

After a moment, when your breath started to return, he pulled out, slipped the condom off with a practiced motion, tied it, and tossed it into the trash beside the desk.

He grabbed one of the napkins—one of the few things that hadn’t ended up on the floor—and wiped you down first, then himself, with quiet efficiency, like it was just another task to check off before buttoning his pants and straightening your clothes without a word.

“…You do that often?” you asked, voice hoarse.

He looked at you.

“Only when someone’s stupid enough to test me.”

Then he sat back at his desk, lit a cigarette, and went back to paperwork like nothing had happened.

After everybody left the office, you were back on the desk—this time fully clothed, legs crossed, sipping from the paper coffee cup he’d begrudgingly offered you.

Kusakabe was seated across from you, finally pretending to care about his paperwork again. Calm. Cold. Detached, like he hadn’t just had you bent over and breathless on that very surface not half an hour ago.

You were still sore. Still aching in that delicious, humiliating way. And yet?

You couldn’t help yourself.

“I expected you to be more vocal,” you said casually, voice lilting with mock innocence. “Y’know, during sex.”

He didn’t look up. “I said plenty.”

You sipped your coffee. “Yeah, but I was hoping for something a little more… unhinged. Maybe some begging.”

That got him. His pen paused mid-sentence.

You smirked. “Too composed for that, huh?”

He looked up slowly. “You want unhinged?”

“I mean—” you leaned back on your hands, legs parting just slightly—“you say you’re dangerous, but I feel like I still got the upper hand.”

He stood.

You straightened just a little.

“Don’t do that,” he said flatly, walking toward you.

“Do what?” you said sweetly, tilting your head. “Speak facts?”

He stepped between your legs, just like before, but this time he didn’t kiss you. He just looked at you like he was calculating exactly how to shut you up.

“You don’t have the upper hand,” he said, voice low. “You just haven’t seen what happens when I stop giving you the illusion of control.”

You swallowed. “Then show me.”

His jaw tightened. His hand came up—gently at first—trailing down your throat, brushing your collarbone. And then?

His fingers gripped your jaw, thumb forcing between your lips as he leaned in, his breath warm.

“Suck.”

You did.

You sucked his thumb slow, deep—feeling it press your tongue flat. He watched you, dark eyes focused, face unreadable. His thumb slid out with a wet pop and then immediately wrapped around your throat, pushing you back until you hit the desk.

“You wanna provoke me?” he murmured, pressing his hips against you. “Then take the consequences.”

You grinned. “Gladly.”

He flipped your skirt up this time, yanked your panties to the side—didn’t even bother taking them off—and shoved two fingers into you hard. You gasped, legs jerking.

“Still wet,” he muttered. “Still fucking asking for it.”

You arched up as his fingers curled just right, pace unforgiving.

“You talk big,” he growled, fingers fucking into you fast, “but your body breaks so easy.”

You moaned, back arching. “Fuck—Atsuya—”

He slapped your inner thigh. “No. Don’t call me like we’re close.”

You looked up at him, dazed and hot. “Then what should I call you?”

He smirked, pulled his fingers out, and shoved them into your mouth instead. “Call me when you’re done acting like a brat.”

You sucked them clean, eyes locked with his. His cock twitched in his slacks at the sight.

Then he turned you around again, slammed your hips flat on the desk, and freed himself with one hand.

“Keep quiet this time,” he muttered, sliding in fast, one hand gripping your hair, the other your ass.

You nearly screamed.

He fucked you even rougher this time—no slow build, no teasing—just hips slamming against you like a punishment.

“Still think you’re in charge?” he gritted out, dragging his cock out slowly before slamming it back in so hard you choked.

You couldn’t answer. Your mouth was open, breath ragged, body shaking.

“You wanted unhinged,” he growled. “Now take it.”

He grabbed a handful of your hair, pulled you up by it until your back arched, body straining to keep up with his pace.

Every thrust was brutal, deep, relentless—and all you could do was take it.

“Can’t even talk now, huh?” he spat. “What happened to that mouth?”

“Please—”

“Please what?”

You shook, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“Please don’t stop—”

That earned you a harsh slap to your ass, and you cried out, walls clenching.

He hissed through his teeth. “You love getting fucked stupid, don’t you?”

“Yes—yes—“

He was close. You could feel it in how his pace got sharper, how his grip got tighter.

“I’m gonna fuck you dumb enough you won’t dare mouth off next time.”

You came first.

Hard. Screaming. Body convulsing as your orgasm tore through you, legs barely holding your weight.

He cursed under his breath, then pulled out fast—barely managing to get the condom from his pocket, rip it open, roll it on, and thrust back in with a desperate groan.

“Fuck—this pussy—drives me insane—”

He came with a quiet, breathless growl, hips buried deep, panting against your back, one hand on your ass, the other still twisted in your hair.

You both stayed like that for a moment.

Breathing. Sweating. Your brain somewhere far away.

He cleaned you up again—this time grumbling under his breath, tossing the second condom into the trash, and adjusting your clothes without so much as a look.

“You good?” he asked, finally meeting your eyes.

You grinned, still breathless. “Still think I won.”

He stared.

Then grabbed his coffee, walked out of the room, and muttered:

“Next time, I’m bringing rope.”

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[myluckyluv]

Tide Me Down

CW: semi-public sex , Friends to lovers dynamic, overstimulation & Creampie (implied)

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

He invites you to the coast for a weekend “off,” saying you deserve a break. No business. No curses. Just the two of you. Sun. Salt. And Geto in a button-down that he never actually buttons.

You’re already soaked before you hit the water.

He teases you relentlessly. Tells you your swimsuit’s too tight, your thighs are “distracting,” that you look better flushed and sweaty. You try to laugh it off — but when he pins you to the towel under the shade of a leaning palm, laughter turns into gasps real fast.

“You gonna keep pretending you don’t want this?” he murmurs, mouth against your ear, fingers already sliding down your stomach. “Or are you finally ready to let me ruin you?”

You’ve been best friends for years. But the moment his mouth is between your legs — slow, hot, possessive — it’s over. All those stolen glances, all the late nights spent too close, the jealousy you buried when he flirted with others — it explodes under his hands.

He fucks you right there in the sand. Rough, slow, filthy. Like he’s waited forever to claim you — and now that he has you, he’s never letting go.

As your legs tremble and his breath ghosts over your shoulder, he presses a kiss to your jaw and says with that smug smile:

“About time, huh?”

Your back arched as Geto thrust into you again, slow and deep, his fingers digging into your hips with controlled force. The way he filled you—like he owned you, like he’d waited too long to be gentle—made your eyes roll back, moans tumbling out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“Fuck, baby,” he growled into your neck, breath hot against your ear. “Look at you—squirming, dripping, begging. You were made for me.”

Your legs trembled, buried in the towel and soft sand, your nails raking down his back as he fucked you harder. You didn’t even care how loud you were anymore. The ocean couldn’t drown out the sounds coming from your mouth: choked moans, soft cries, and desperate pleas.

“Please—Geto—don’t stop, please—” you gasped, your body clenching around him with every brutal stroke. You were dizzy from the sun, from him, from the heat pooling deep in your stomach.

He chuckled low in your ear, slowing down just to watch you fall apart. “Say it again,” he whispered, thrusting in halfway and holding there, making you writhe. “Beg like you mean it.”

“Please,” you whimpered, voice cracking. “I need it—I need you to fuck me, please, I’m so close—”

“God, you sound so pretty when you beg,” he said, gripping your jaw to make you look at him. “You think I’m gonna stop now, sweetheart? Nah. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you forget your own name.”

His hips snapped forward again, each thrust rougher than the last, his pace brutal and unrelenting. Every time he hit that perfect spot, you cried out louder, shaking under him, your body barely holding on.

Tears slipped down the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity. “I can’t—I’m gonna—”

“Then cum,” he commanded, his voice dark and possessive. “Cum on my cock, baby. Show me how much you wanted this.”

Your orgasm ripped through you like a wave, full-body, overwhelming. You screamed his name as your walls fluttered around him, and he groaned, burying himself deep one last time as he followed—his release hot, his grip fierce, his mouth against your shoulder, claiming every inch of you.

You lay there, limp and boneless, body still pulsing with the aftershocks of everything he just gave you. The towel was half kicked off, your thighs sticky, skin flushed and kissed raw by both sun and Geto. Every part of you ached — in the best possible way.

He collapsed beside you, one arm flung across your waist, the other propping his head up as he stared at you with that insufferable smirk.

“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging a lazy finger across your inner thigh. “Completely fucked out. You really let me do that to you on a beach, huh?”

You groaned and rolled your face into your arm. “Don’t remind me.”

“Oh no, baby. I’m never letting you forget this,” he teased, leaning in to press a kiss just below your ear. “I’m going to bring it up every time you act like you’re in charge of anything.”

You huffed, trying to swat at him weakly, but he just caught your wrist and laced his fingers with yours.

“Besides,” he added, nuzzling against your neck with a grin you could feel, “you should rest up. The sun’s still out, and I haven’t even tasted that pretty mouth of yours yet.”

Your breath hitched.

“And once we rinse off,” he continued, voice dipping lower, “you’re riding me in the surf. No complaints.”

“Geto—!”

He grinned. “What? We’re making memories, sweetheart.”

You didn’t respond — mostly because he was already sliding his hand lower again.

[blasphemyandbackshots]

you didn’t even notice it. the way you giggled with one of the younger players, hand on his deltoid as you explained some tendon mechanics, laughing when he made a dumb joke about how flexible he could be.

but barou noticed. he was across the gym, finishing cooldowns, and the second his eyes locked on your sweet smile aimed at someone else, something snapped.

he didn’t come over. didn’t growl. didn’t say a word on the walk home. but the second you stepped through the front door? he slammed it shut.

you turned, surprised. “shoei?”

he didn’t answer as he stalked toward you with eyes blazing, body tense, and grabbed your chin. “you wanna tell me what the fuck that was earlier?”

your brows pulled together. “what are you talking ab—?”

“you. laughing. touching another man like that. you think that’s okay?”

realization dawned and your lips parted.“shoei, i was working. i wasn’t flirting.”

he didn’t speak as he lifted you off the floor and carried you straight to the bedroom. “you don’t get to act like that and come home to me like nothing happened.”

your stomach flipped. usually barou was intense, but controlled in bed. slow. careful. like he was sculpting the way you came with methodical, reverent force.

but tonight his restraint was gone. he ripped your clothes off, tossed you on the bed, and growled. “on your knees.”

you scrambled into position, heart pounding. “i didn’t mean anything—”

“i don’t give a shit what you meant.” his voice was dangerous and possessive. “that body’s mine. every inch. every moan. every fuckin’ look you give.” he grabbed your hair, wrapped it tight around his fist, and pulled your head back. “open your mouth.”

you did and he shoved two thick fingers in, so you’d stop trying to explain.

“you don’t speak unless i say you can. you understand?”

you nodded, drool pooling at the corners of your lips. he flipped you onto your back, dragged you to the edge of the bed, and spit on your cunt. his thumb pressed rough circles into your clit.

“don’t need to be gentle with you tonight, right? not when you’ve been acting like a fuckin’ brat.”

you whimpered, thighs already shaking.

“look at you. already wet for me. slutty little thing—you liked the way i watched you, didn’t you?”

“n-no—shoei—”

he didn’t let you finish. just shoved in deep with one brutal thrust, making your back arch and a scream tear from your throat.

“fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, jaw clenched. “you feel that? that’s me reminding you who owns this pussy.”

every stroke was punishing. his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

“no mercy tonight, baby. you wanna act like that in public? i’ll fuckin’ show you what happens.”

you clawed at his arms, moaning too loud, overwhelmed already, but he didn’t stop. didn’t slow. not even when you came.

“again,” he growled, pulling your leg over his shoulder and slamming into you deeper.

you sobbed. “shoei—i can’t—”

“you can. you will. you’ll take every drop of what’s mine, or i’ll bend you over and start again.”

your second orgasm hit harder, messier, your thighs trembling, your body going limp. but he still wasn’t done. he flipped you onto your stomach, dragged your hips up, and whispered against your neck. “you think anyone else could fuck you like this?”

you shook your head as tears slipped down your cheek. he grunted, slamming deep, and came with a snarl. he marked your neck with his teeth as he filled you to the brim.

and when he pulled out he didn’t speak. just grabbed your chin, forced you to look up at him, and said. “next time you touch someone like that, you won’t walk the next day.”

but then, his hands gentled and his thumb brushed away your tears. he kissed your forehead. “…you’re mine. you understand?”

you nodded and he kissed your forehead gently.

[lilangelbuds]

Siblings having jealous public sex on the beach and attracting an audience, which only makes them fuck each other harder

The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the beach, but the tension between them was hotter than the fading rays. She had been flirting shamelessly with a group of guys earlier, and he couldn’t stand it. The way she laughed, the way she tossed her hair, the way her hips swayed as she walked away… it was maddening. He had watched her, his jaw clenched, his fists tight, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Now, she was lying on the sand, her bikini top already discarded, her bare chest gleaming in the fading light. He was on top of her, his fingers digging into her hips as he ground himself against her. His lips were on hers, kissing her roughly, possessively, as if to remind her who she belonged to.

She moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding up his back, her nails digging into his skin. She could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against her through his swim trunks. The look in his eyes was wild, almost feral, and it excited her more than she cared to admit.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. “Do you understand? Mine.”

She smirked, her eyes narrowing with challenge. “Prove it.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a swift movement, he yanked her bikini bottoms down, exposing her to the cool evening air. She gasped, her body arching instinctively as his fingers found her, already wet and ready for him. He smirked, his eyes dark with lust as he began to stroke her, his fingers moving with practiced ease.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice a low purr. “You like when I touch you like this?”

She nodded, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “But I want more.”

He chuckled, a dark, low sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you, sis?”

Before she could respond, he was on her again, his lips crashing down on hers as he pulled his own swim trunks down, freeing himself. He positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locking with hers as he slowly pushed inside.

She gasped, her nails digging into his back as he filled her, stretching her, claiming her. He groaned, his head falling back as she clenched around him, her body welcoming him in.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained with pleasure. “You’re so tight…”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice a desperate whimper. “Please, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He began to move, his hips slapping against hers as he buried himself inside her again and again. The sound of their bodies coming together was loud, almost obscene, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the heat, the pleasure, the overwhelming need to be as close as possible.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. She could feel him everywhere, his body pressing against hers, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her see stars.

“Yes!” she cried out, her voice echoing across the beach. “God, yes! Right there!”

He smirked, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her with even more force. “You like that, huh? You like it when I fuck you like this? Like a whore?”

She nodded, unable to form words as pleasure consumed her. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him as she clung to him, desperate for release.

But he wasn’t ready to let her come yet. He slowed his pace, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, hard and fast. She whimpered, her nails scraping down his back as she tried to urge him on.

“Please,” she begged, her voice trembling with need. “Please, I need to come.”

He chuckled, his breath hot against her skin. “Not yet,” he growled. “You wanted me to prove it, didn’t you? So I’m going to make you wait. I’m going to make you feel every inch of me, every thrust, until you can’t take it anymore.”

She groaned, her head falling back as he continued to tease her, his movements slow and deliberate. Every inch of her was on edge, her body trembling with need as he dragged out her pleasure, refusing to let her come.

But then, something changed. She noticed it first—a small group of people had gathered nearby, their eyes wide as they watched the siblings’ display. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as she realized they had an audience.

“There’s… people watching,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing as he saw the group of onlookers. But instead of stopping, he smirked, his hips grinding against hers as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Let them watch,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Let them see how much you’re mine.”

Her body shuddered with pleasure as he began to move again, his thrusts harder, more desperate, as if the presence of the crowd only fueled his need to claim her. She could feel her orgasm building again, stronger this time, and she knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold back.

“I’m… I’m going to come,” she gasped, her voice shaking with need.

“Good,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he slammed into her, over and over again. “Come for me. Let them see how much you belong to me.”

She couldn’t hold back anymore. Her body convulsed as her orgasm hit, her muscles clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her voice loud and unrestrained, as she came, her body writhing beneath him.

[valentine-cafe]

Happy pride month, Eden and Howl! <3

I kinda don’t understand the new preorder system but I’m going to try.. I haven’t been on this page for a while, but I have to do my duty as a gay Alessio fan 😍 May I get a tiramisu? (Yet again.)

[TOP AMAB READER]

Imagine a golden boy reader, who seems like he’s so innocent . Until his friend— who is literally the opposite, Alessio brings up the topic of sex. Reader talks about erotic things, and you know where that ends. (Wink wink)

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🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : tiramisu !! . . . immortal ⊹ top amab reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟​​​​​​​𝑖𝑛​​​​​​​𝑔﹕verse 781 ꮽ  alessio arias

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕a cocky, comedic and charismatic mercenary. immortal and inhuman, punkgoth

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... upon discovery, alessio realizes just how much of a dirty talker you are, after having for the longest time thought you were more on the innocent side of things. but you always find new ways to surprise him, don't you?⊹ cw ٬٬ dirty-talking . smut . p in a ( alessio receiving ) . drooling . cumming . whiny alessio .

"Oh how I love archers. . . "

"Like . . . bow and arrow?"

Alessio drew his gaze over to your chattering form. How easily you found it to blend into these sorts of conversations that your friend group brought up. While he was well aware what the topic centred around, the merc's playfulness shone through in his glare.

The last thing he expected was your side glance that shot him an elevator look before your smiled. Slyness curled on the corners.

"Wouldn't you like to find out, pretty boy?"

Please. Did you think he'd just let you take control?

. . . Well you certainly didn't back down. Alessio wasn't ready for the fight you put up nor how you, eventually - regrettably - forced him down. Years of training, years of taking lead, and you had him right in your clutches.

So, here he was. Clawing on your strewn sheets and making a name for himself to your neighbours. Every pound of your hips sent ripples through his ass and a wet slap! that embarrassed him more than the way your gaze fixed on him.

As if he were everything. The sun, moon and stars — yet nothing at the same time. A slut who took your cock even when he stretched and clenched so tightly.

"There we go, now you got the idea." You huffed a laugh, hand caressing down his side as you cracked his thighs further open with the other. Your hips picked a crescendo that left him gasping, near-teary as his head of messy dark hair rolled back.

"Fuck - amorcito -"

You never knew he could whine like that. Eagerly, you reached for his cock. Palmed around the throbbing flesh and swirled your thumb on his tip in a tantalising circle. All while your thrusts abruptly shallowed. Hardened. Until his back left the bed and took a curve instead.

Another laugh bubbled from your throat and you quickly caught the slope. Two fingers traced along his spine as you crooked over him.

"That's it. See? Told ya I love m'good lil' archers." Your lips fell to his drooling ones. Consuming him for all he's worth as your thrusts took a tempo that had him clenching up once more. Only a few seconds later, he bubbled out another release with a pathetic moan into your mouth.

But oh, you weren't stopping there. Not until you got his spine a bit more sore. Not until you got your point across — that this supposed 'deliquent' was such a whore for his 'innocent' friend.

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