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hayatoseyepatch · 4 months ago

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Ｄｅｓｃｒｉｐｔｉｏｎ: Assigning positions I think the Love & Deepspace men would fuck you in. With twitter links! Mostly Inspired by Juno — Sabrina Carpenter.

Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ: Zayne|Rafayel|Xavier|Caleb|Sylus

ＷｏｒｄＣｏｕｎｔ: 3.5 k

Ｃｏｎｔａｉｎｓ: Multiple Characters x Fem!Reader

ＣｏｎｔｅｎｔＷａｒｎｉｎｇｓ: NSFW visuals (videos) in the links, penetrative sex (duh), unprotected sex, praise, degradation, mentions of breeding, use of pet names, manhandling, somnophilia (Xavier’s), cock warming (Rafayel’s), spanking, choking, marking, semi-public sex (Zayne’s).

Ａｕｔｈｏｒ’ｓＮｏｔｅ: Happy New Year everyone! (੭ˊᵕˋ)੭♡ I feel like it has been an absolute MINUTE since I’ve written anything, and even longer since I’ve done headcannons. But with this most recent quad I’m feeling inspired. My writer's block has been absolutely insane someone please save me. I’ve never done this type of post just wanted to test the waters with something different. We also have so little on Caleb so his may not stand the test of time, but we shall see LMAO. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

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Xavier wasn’t sure how he slept at night before having you in his arms again. Rousing from sleep he couldn’t help but smile into the back of your neck, nose burying itself in the hair that rested at the base of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. He never knew a smell could make him feel so at ease, but also stir up such heat in the pit of his stomach. His hands wandered your sleeping from, seeking out the warmth radiating from your skin. Nimble fingers slipping beneath the them of your sleep shirt, mind fuzzy and still glazed over with sleep. He was acting purely on instinct, and by the way you subtly arched your back into his touch as a large hand slipped beneath the swell of your breast — you were too.

The plush of your skin was so malleable beneath his fingers, thumb swiping the stiff peak of your hardened nipple as his lips kiss a trail up and down the side your neck. Swallowing a groan when his hips roll into the swell of your ass, not wanting to rouse you from your slumber just yet. His tongue slips past his lips to lick a fat stripe up the side of your neck before attaching his lips to the juncture where your shoulder met your neck. Desperation growing, the kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue, marking your skin as his hips continued to grind against you from behind. Xavier was so lost in the feel of you he nearly missed the groan that slipped from your lips and the way you began to grind back against him. Almost. Moving his lips to press against your ear, his voice is breathy and laced with yearning.

“Please bunny, need to be inside you, cant take it anymore.”

You were too groggy, still half asleep, so all you're able to muster is rolling your hips back on his own as your sign of approval. And that was all Xavier needed. Deft fingers pull your panties to the side, quick to also push down the waistband of his sleep pants, freeing his throbbing cock from their confines. He grips the base of himself with a shaky hand, using the head of his cock to part your folds. He allows himself a moment to swipe himself up your slit, collecting your wetness to use as lube. The head of his cock brushing your clit with every pass. Before long you finally felt the glorious stretch of him pushing past your entrance, sinking slowly inch by inch into your awaiting cunt. The both of you let out sighs of matched contentment as you take him to the base.

Xavier stays there for a moment, relishing the feel of your warmth engulfing him. However, his patience has its limits, and this yarning for you wins out as he begins to move. Xavier sets a steady pace from the start, using his grip on your breast and another on your hip as leverage to guide his thrusts, deep and shallow as his mouth continues it’s attention to the sensitive skin of your neck. Rocking his hips, angling them to hit that spot nestled deep inside you that has your vision blurring more with every pass. You knew neither of you would last long, not like this.

It seemed as if Xavier slept so much to simply replenish the energy needed to fuck you more. It was rare for you both to have a day off, and he didn’t intend on letting you leave this bed anytime soon. Not when your voice, airy and rasp from sleep, called his name so sweetly. Not when he could feel your walls spasming around him in an attempt to milk his cock for all he was worth. And especially not when you abruptly turn your head, lips slotting over his own in a desperate kiss, forcing him to swallow your moans as you came around his cock for the first of many times that day.

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Zayne liked to consider himself a patient man, not one to lose his cool or one to give in when that patience is tested. But he is also a man, and everyone has their limits. Those limits being you coming into his place of work for your checkup lacking panties. He was suspicious from the moment you came in, wearing that smile that always alerted him to you being up to something. The small upward turn of your lips and poorly concealed anticipation lighting your features. He knew you better than anyone and always knew even the slightest change in you behavior. So as you sat on the examination table, he scrutinized you.

“What’s the matter? Is something wrong, doctor?”

That was his second inclination, the way you purred his profession title, as if the both of you did not share the same bed at night. With a lifted eyebrow he sanitizes his hands before sliding his gloves over deft fingers, scrutinizing eyes overlooking your frame. Taking this opportunity, you cross one leg over the under, the short length of your skirt revealing just whet you weren’t wearing underneath. Today had been a long day for Zayne, several surgeries and a booked schedule causing hm to miss his lunch. Hoping to get some reprieve with your presence he supposes at least it was thoughtful of you to bring him that lunch he missed out on.

He wasted no time in locking the door to the examination room, coming to you in long strides before dropping to his knees. Strong, gloved, hands parting your thighs as he delves into your folds like a man starved. Zayne was usually a patient lover, taking his time to savor every part of you, making sure you’ve been thoroughly satisfied before indulging in his own pleasure. That was not the case today, eating your cunt until it was dripping with a combination of your arousal and his saliva, he stands to his feet. Not so much as bothering to remove his lab coat as he undoes his buckle. You only get a momentary glance of his cock before the world shifts. Using his strength to easily flip you over on the examination table. Bunching your skirt past your hips to expose your ass to his hungry gaze. A latex covered hand comes down on your ass in a harsh smack, fingers grasping the plump skin of your ass, using his grip to expose your dripping cunt to him. He sinks himself to the hilt with one harsh thrust. Leaning over to press his lips against your ear.

“You want to act like a slut, darling? Then I’ll fuck you like a slut.”

Zayne sets a steady pace from the start, relishing in the sounds he not only pulls from your lips but from your cunt as well. Loud squelching and the sounds of skin slapping against skin echo against the walls of the room. His fingers curling against the column of your throat, feeling your racing pulse beneath his fingers, as he uses his grip to aid in bouncing you back on his cock. He could feel the way your walls were fluttering around him, knowing the cut to your airflow with his earlier actions were sending you spiraling toward your release. Effortlessly he slides his free hand beneath you, fingers rubbing tight circles against your clit. Feeling you tighten around him coupled with hearing the begs and pleas that spill from your lips is all the encouragement Zayne needed. His hips lose the steady pace he had set opting instead to slap harshly and erratically against your own, chasing his high.

The sheer pleasure running through his veins is nearly overwhelming, spilling inside you with a groan. He was sure his sheer volume would be enough to rival your own, however he couldn't find it within himself to care too lost in the way you were making him feel. His hips continually rolling against yours even after he has spilled every last drop he had to offer deep within your walls, before the overstimulation he was giving himself becomes painful. He pulls from you, resting back on his heels, using a thumb to part you folds as he hungrily watches your cunt contract around nothing, his come starting to drip from your abused pussy, letting out a groan at the sight.

“How sweet of you to bring me lunch, darling. Now lets get you home for some rest, doctor’s orders.”

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Sylus hated being away from you, between your job and Onychinus the both of you hadn’t been afforded the opportunity of spending too much time together as of late. Your opposing sleep schedules only aided in your recent separation, you coming home to him still asleep and just coming home as you opened your eyes. It was driving him mad. Pent-up frustration had his temper short and his trigger finger happy. So after an insistence from Luke and Kieran to return to your shared home early for the day, he would make no complaints. He hammed as he entered the home, seeing you just getting ready to tuck into bed. Eyes taking in the sight of you in nothing but one of his shirts, he was on you in an instant. Eyes rolling back at your scent, mixing with his own on your skin. Only to have you laid bare split open on his cock as quickly as he would allow himself to.

His hips don't falter, he keeps up his speed. Though each snap of his hips hitting deeper with each pass, angling his hips just right to find that sensitive spot deep inside your walls, grinning maliciously when he does so. His grip stays firm on the backs of your thighs keeping them pressed to your chest to reach the deepest parts of you. Loving the way your eyes roll back as you struggle to form even a coherent sentence from the way he used your body. His chuckle is deep, cruel, against your neck as you struggle to get out the syllables of his name. Coming broken between thrusts of his hips.

“Awh my poor little kitten, she’s getting her cunt fucked so good she can't even finish my name. Poor thing, here let daddy take care of you sweetie.”

He grins, reattaching his lips to your neck. Tongue, teeth, and lips marking the sensitive skin. He removes one hand from your knee. Eyes flickering with unbridled lust when our grip replaces his own, keeping your leg pressed where it was before he cold even obey you to do so. The thumb of his free hand slotting itself between your lips, eyes rolling back when your tongue circles the digit. Popping it from your mouth he used the coated wetness as lubrication to rub tight circles on your clit. Hips picking up pace in time with the kneading. His lips leave your throat capturing a sensitive nipple into his mouth, sucking on it harshly, aiming to overstimulate all of your sensitive spots in tandem. A loud cry falls from your lips, your unoccupied hand flying to your lips in an attempt to muffle the sound, lest Luke and Kieran hear your cries for their boss within their rooms. Noticing the hand you attempt to use to cover your mouth he grabs your wrist pinning it to the mattress next to your ear with the hand that was just overstimulating your clit.

“Sorry sweetie, I want to hear every cry, curse and whimper that falls from those lips, let me hear you kitten.”

He wastes no time returning the pace he had set, loud squelching and your moans filling the room like the sweetest symphony. The coil had been tight in his abdomen, but he would hold out, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall over the edge before you had. He picks up the pace once more, thrusts growing sloppy under the pleasure. His thumb quickens its pace pressing harder against the bundle of nerves. He groans loud and deep feeling your walls slam down on his cock eyes rolling back as whines and whimpers fall from his lips as your own release triggers his own. His body trembles violently as he topples over the edge painting your walls white. He slows his thrusts, body shaking as he overstimulates you both just a little bit before his hips are finally still. He releases your legs, quick to readjust your form wrapping you around him and pressing a long loving kiss to your lips.

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You weren’t sure how long you had been sat here, when your boyfriend had asked if you wanted to sit with him while he finished his painting, you hadn’t envisioned that you would be doing that sat on his lap with his cock nestled deep inside you. Cock warming with Rafayel never ended in just that, his pleading excuse of “It helps me concentrate, cutie, please?” had you falling for it every time. Every shift in his seat, every time he reached over to dip his brush in the paint on his pallet, sent his cock deeper inside your drooling cunt. You were sure he knew it too, felt the way that even plugged with his cock, your arousal still leaked around you both. That he felt it dripping down his skin. You could only hope this was nearly as torturous for him as it was for you. By the sweat forming on his brow, and the way his paintbrush trembled in his grasp, you were sure it was.

And you would be correct.

It wasn’t long until the painting was long forgotten, Rafayel’s lips consuming your own, as if on a mission to lose himself in the embrace. Skilled hands removed your dress with ease, the lingering paint on his skin, staining your own as you hastily removed his shirt. His eyes zeroed in on the colors adorning your skin, a tangible reminder of his touch, he places a hand on your back to steady you, reaching over to coat his hand in the paint that was on his easel. He grips your wrist as he rolls his hips up into your waiting cunt, lips attaching themselves to the delicate skin of your collarbone, kissing a trail up to the shell of your ear. His hot breaths against the sensitive skin has a shiver raking up your spine in his grasp.

“Go on cutie, put your hand in the paint, want you to make a masterpiece on my skin, my muse.”

Grabbing your wrist, he dips your hand in the paint, just as he had done. A desperate whine slips past your lips when he thrusts sharply upward, hands gripping his shoulders, nails sinking into his skin in their grip. Using your hold on him as leverage to keep bouncing on his cock, the paint marking him, the sight of it on his skin makes your head fuzzy. Seeing the remnants of you on him has you touching him more, smearing the paint on his skin. You continue your movements, bouncing on his cock in time with his upward thrusts. Head dipping downward to capture a pebbled nipple between his lips, tongue laving over the bud as the sound of skin against skin fills the studio.

Your thighs tremble from the burn of exertion of your repeated movements. Sensing you were coming to your end, Rafayel comes to your aid. Hands gripping the plush of your hips as he fucks up into you, heels digging into the bar at the bottom of his stool to ground himself as he meets each one of your thrusts with one of his own. He knew your body like the back of his hand, every tremble, every quiver of your cunt, every desperate sound that fell from your lips he could identify as you nearing your end. His mouth switches to pay attention to your opposite nub teeth and tongue giving it the same treatment in time with the push of his hips. Pulling from you with a 'pop' to grit his teeth, baring down to keep his composure before you were able to release before him. He lets you pull him close hips snapping relentlessly thrusts growing sloppy as he feels your walls clamp down on his cock in your release. It sends him hurtling to his own release hips slapping violently against your own as he paints your insides with a loud scream of your name. His thrusts slow making sure he had filled you with every drop he had to offer. Heart racing, as his arms wrap around you and he pulls your trembling form to his chest pressing tender kisses everywhere his lips could reach.

“Such a good girl for me, cutie. Look at you, I think this might just be the most beautiful piece of art I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

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Caleb had always thought himself lucky to have spent so much time with you. He had the privilege of watching you grow, being by your side through so many monumental moments in your life. Birthdays, graduations, holidays — he got to spend every last one of them by your side. But the more you both grew older the more he realized you hadn’t seen him the way he had seen you, at least he hadn’t thought so. The way you had always treated him had felt so platonic, with no hope for you to ever see the way he had felt for you For him it was never platonic, being in love with you for longer than he could remember. And now, even as you both hastily pulled your lips from each other only long enough to rid each other’s clothes from your trembling bodies, he couldn’t believe you were finally his.

Caleb had dreamed of this for years. Having you like this, being able to touch you like this, seeing the way your face contorted in pleasure as you trembled beneath him. For once seeing him differently, not the sweet boy from your childhood, but as a man. Could only imagine the delicious way his name would sound not in the way he had always heard it but practically purred when laced with lust-fueled ecstasy. He was basking in it. The way you felt beneath his fingers as you trembled from his touch. Had fisted his cock on lonely nights to the mere thought of ever having you like this. Had spilled into his palm as he finished with your name on his lips.

But now he had you, and he had no plans on letting you go any time soon. He lets out a groan into your neck as he sinks into you, inch by agonizing inch until he was buried balls deep in your awaiting cunt. His eyes roll back at the way you greedily pull him in deeper, the fluttering walls of your cunt urging him to begin to move. He starts with deep shallow thrusts, wanting to savor the feeling of your welcoming walls after so many years of yearning. Needing to feel your deepest parts and enjoy every moment of being connected with you. However, he had his limits and the sweet way you cooed his name as you urged him on has him picking up the pace. His hips setting a steadfast pace, going deeper with each pass, gripping your hips as you call out his name.

He can't help it, the feeling of your velvety walls surrounding him, sucking him in for all he was worth, he throws his head back with another loud groan as he slowly withdraws his hips, pulling back until just the mushroom tip of his cock remains inside. With a perfect snap of his hips, aided by the sheer amount of wetness that had gathered to this point he enters back in with ease before picking up the pace again. His gaze returned to you, only to see how your arm was thrown over your face shielding you from him and muffling the sweet sounds spilling from your lips. Grabbing your wrist, he pins it firmly against the mattress beneath you, striking eyes boring into your own.

“Look at me, pipsqueak. I want you to keep your eyes on me.”

Caleb's voice came out gruff, desperate, as the pads of his fingers sank into the plush of your cheeks — forcing your gaze to remain locked on his own. The nickname you had heard your whole life now took on a different edge, sounding almost foreign to our ears.

“Need to see the look in your eyes as you lose yourself on my cock baby.”

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frid4y · 4 months ago

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the big brick frat house that you always pass on your walks to class, seemingly silent during the day time. mainly because your class is at 8 am sharp. but the loud party music and sound of drunk college kids buzzing in your ear after 10 pm every night never goes unnoticed.

you've been inside a few times, always during a party, and while you were on the verge of blackout drunk. your memory is very faint on the boys in the frat, only knowing of the most notorious, satoru gojo. he's the apparently typical whore, the rumors of him fucking everything in sight swirling around. you never took the time to listen, it wasn't any of your business.

until you met him at one of his parties. you got a vibe from him, and it didn't scream slut. although his attempt of it was painfully obvious. the subtle attempts to talk about how rich he was, how he's always partying with girls, how everyone is dying to hang out with him, how "experienced" he was..if this was his way of attracting women, they must all be fucking idiots. and you mayy be one of 'em.

it wasn't until you were in his obnoxiously large bedroom, straddling his muscular thighs in an intense make out session that you realized.. "he's anything but a whore, he's a little virgin..” what made it obvious? his nervousness when you entered his bedroom, his inability to figure out where on your body to keep his hands, and the wet patch forming at the front of his jeans. he came in his pants, just from kissing you.

"o-okay.. i may have exaggerated.. but i can figure it out! i'm a fast learner! just s-show me what to do.." he stammers out, the space between his brows creasing as he stares up at your expression. you giggle at his flustered reaction, i mean.. it was obvious to anyone who paid enough attention past the facade.

"it's okay... for now, just sit there and look pretty. k?" you say, your fingers at the hem of his shirt, lifting it off his upper body. he obediently nods while watching his t-shirt quickly be thrown somewhere in his room. fuck, you were gonna have fun with him.

and that you did. his loud incoherent moans and whimpers about how good your pussy feels. satoru lays under you, his eyes glazed over as he stares into yours as you ride him. he keeps his hands on your hips to guide you up and down his length, seeing how it was a struggle to get his thick cock inside you. it's always the virgins, isn't it?

“n-nghh, so good..fuck I cantt—be gentle..” satoru whines, his toes curling at the newfound pleasure he’s experiencing. his fingers dig into your skin as he babbles on, his mind foggy and only focused on the feeling of you wrapped around him. his white lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

his delirious words of encouragement trail into soft moans as his grip slips from your hips to your thighs, using his big hands to guide you along his dick again. his abs flex as he feels your cunt clenching around him, causing his lips to part in pure desire and arousal.

satoru’s moans get louder at every roll and bounce of your hips. his brain is genuinely fried, reduced to base instinct. he whimpers as you slow your movements, feeling every inch of his cock while it throbs inside you. “shit.. j-just like t-that. i’m gonna c-cum baby—don’t stop..” his voice gets higher as his eyes get low and glossy.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck—” is the last thing you hear before you feel his cum fill you, his cock twitching inside you and his hips bucking up to chase the feeling. such weak pullout game. satoru lies there, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high.

“i think i love you-“

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mssishipi · 2 months ago

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stargirl — lhs

— you are heeseung's perfect star, glowing just for him and the way he fucks you makes you shine even brighter.

warning: explicit content (smut) dom heeseung, unprotected sex: kitchen sex, dacryphilia, hee gets crazy at reader's ahegao face, creampie, overstimulation, squirting. MDNI.

“I had a vision, a vision of my nails in the kitchen…”

Stargirl Interlude played softly in the background, a sultry contrast to the sound of skin slapping against skin, echoing through the kitchen.

“Scratchin’ counter tops, I was screamin’—”

“Heeseung, fuck!” you squealed, nails digging so hard into the counter they nearly bled. Behind you, Heeseung only groaned, gripping your hips tighter as he thrust into you again and again.

"My back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop,"

Your back arched, the curve of your spine deepening as Heeseung slammed into you.

“Fuck—right there,” you gasped, fingers slipping against the countertop, your body trembling with each thrust.

“You were hittin’—” the song purred in the background, perfectly mirroring the way Heeseung had you pinned, his cock driving deeper, chasing every pulse and squeeze of your walls around him.

"Yeah?” he rasped, as he leaned in, his breath hot on your neck. It didn’t take long before your arms finally gave out, your body surrendering as your bare chest hit the cold marble countertop.

Heeseung only chuckled at your weakness, he slowed his thrusts, letting you feel every inch of him dragging in and out of your soaked cunt. Until his gaze dropped, mesmerized by the way your slick coated his flushed, throbbing cock, glistening under the light.

“Messy little thing,” he murmured, groaning at the sight. He groaned, his fingers tightened around your wrists, wrenching your arms behind your back, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. He drove into you harder, your body jerking forward with each ruthless thrust.

“You like this, huh? Getting fucked like a needy slut on the kitchen counter?”

A broken moan tore from your lips, your toes curling, legs shaking as he thrust deeper.

“And I shouldn’t cry, but I love it, Starboy,” the song purred in the background.

“You hear that?” Heeseung mocked, his lips curling into a smirk as Stargirl Interlude moaned through the speakers. “Even the song knows what a filthy little thing you are.”

His hips snapped forward, forcing a strangled gasp from your throat as he buried himself to the hilt, stretching you open, making sure you felt every inch of him.

Heeseung released your wrists, his hands sliding down to grip your waist before snaking around your stomach, pulling you flush against him.

His chest pressed firm against your back as he guided your hips to move with his thrusts, forcing you to take him even deeper.

“Do you love having my cock this deep?” he murmured, "do you love being bent over like a desperate little slut while I use you?”

“Yes, Hee! Yes! Yes!” You moaned, your voice breaking as tears streamed down your cheeks, dripping onto the countertop below.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening before one hand slid up to wrap around your throat. He tilted your head back, his lips brushing over your damp skin before his tongue flicked out, tasting your tears. Then he kissed you hard, his tongue shoving past your lips.

When he pulled away, his gaze dropped to your face, and his cock twitched at the sight—your mouth hanging open, your heart eyes glazed over with pleasure

"I just wanna see you shine, 'cause I know you are a stargirl"

“I love being your perfect little fucktoy, Hee,” you choked out, your eyes rolling back as the pressure around your throat tightened.

Heeseung watched every expression that flickered across your face—the way your brows knitted together, your lips parted, your lashes fluttering as you gasped for air. Your hands flew to his wrist, not to push him away, but to ground yourself, fingers trembling against his skin.

Then, with a low grunt, Heeseung pulled you up, his strength effortless. Your back arched against his chest, your feet no longer touching the floor, legs dangling as he held you up by the throat.

Your head lolled onto his shoulder, your mouth hanging open, your tongue slipping out as you went completely fucked out—limp in his hold, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck—” Heeseung groaned, his cock twitching at the sight, his hips snapping up harder, rutting into you like he couldn’t get enough. His breath was ragged against your ear, completely immersed in the way you looked.

“H-Hee, ahh—” you gasped, your voice breaking, nails digging into his wrist as he kept you suspended in his grip.

Heeseung barely heard you, too mesmerized by the sight in front of him—the two of you reflected in the dark, tinted window. The city lights outside barely illuminated the glass, but it was enough. Enough for him to see the way you glowed.

His perfect star.

Your body trembled in his grasp, skin damp with sweat, flushed and glistening. Your breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, your nipples hard from the cool air and the intensity of his hold.

His cock throbbed at the sight, the way your body arched so beautifully, muscles quivering as he fucked into you mercilessly.

“Hee—Seung, ah… gonna cum,” you barely managed to whisper.

Heeseung groaned but didn’t slow down, his pace only growing rougher. His grip on your throat loosened before he let go entirely, his hands dropping to your thighs to spread your other leg as he focused on chasing his own release.

“Hold it,” he ordered, his breath ragged.

You whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders as his tip slammed against your g-spot over and over.

Your legs trembled violently, your walls tightening around him, dangerously close. “Can’t,” you gasped, shaking your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Can’t—gonna cum—”

“Hold it,” he growled, his head tilting back as his eyes rolled, lost in the way you clenched around him.

Then, without warning, he pulled out.

A desperate sob left your lips as he dropped you to the ground, your legs barely holding you up before he grabbed you again, strong arms hooking under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly.

This time, you were facing him.

Your back slammed against the wall, his grip on your legs was tight, fingers digging into your flesh as he spread you open, his cock sliding back inside in one brutal thrust.

The new angle had you seeing stars.

“Heeseung—!” you gasped,he was deeper like this, impossibly deep, hitting that spot over and over, forcing every last coherent thought from your mind.

His lips found your breast, latching onto the sensitive skin, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over your hardened nipple in sync with every thrust.

The song in the background was fading, the last notes dissolving into the air, but it didn’t matter. Your moans filled the space now, replacing the music.

Heeseung smirked against your chest, his breath hot as he lifted his head slightly.

“Sing more for me, baby,” he murmured before he snapped his hips forward, his pace turning brutal.

Your body jolted against the wall, arms clinging desperately to his shoulders, you could barely form words—only gasps, whimpers, and broken moans of his name.

“That’s it,” he groaned, watching your face contort in pleasure, completely fucked out. His grip on your thighs tightened, spreading you even wider, letting him sink deeper, hitting your sweet spot so perfectly you thought you might break.

“You take it so well,” he panted, biting down on your bottom lip before kissing you hard, swallowing every sound you made.

The way his stomach ground against your clit making it impossible to hold back. Your fingers found his hair, tangling in the strands, pulling him impossibly closer.

Your orgasm tore through you violently, your body arching against the wall as you keened, your pussy clamping down around his cock so tight it ripped a deep groan from his throat.

“Fuck—” Heeseung hissed against your lips, his rhythm faltering for the first time as he felt you milking him, your walls fluttering around him like you never want to let go.

His grip on your thighs bruised as he held you still, fucking you through your high, prolonging every delicious aftershock.

Your eyes unfocused, lips swollen, body limp in his arms. Heeseung cursed, barely holding himself together, the way you clenched around him sending him dangerously close to the edge.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged. “Gonna fill you up—make sure you’re dripping with me.”

You gasped, body trembling from the overstimulation as he kept fucking into you, relentless. Your walls were still sensitive from your last orgasm.

“C-Cum, Hee,” you whimpered. Your body was burning, and Heeseung only made it worse, his pace unyielding. Your head spun, the kitchen lights blurring into a dizzy haze.

He chuckled breathlessly, his lips brushing over yours. “I’m so close, baby,” he panted, voice strained with pleasure. “You can cum again for me, right?”

You shook your head, whining, trying to squirm away as his hand found your clit, rubbing tight circles.

“Hee—n-no, I can’t—” you sobbed, legs shaking in his grip, but he just groaned, ignoring your protests, his cock twitching inside you as he felt you tightening again.

“Yes, you can,” he rasped. “C’mon, my stargirl. One more. Let me feel you.”

Your scream tore through the air as the burning sensation coiled unbearably tight, heat pooling in your stomach, rising too fast. Your body convulsed, your walls squeezing him in a vice-like grip, dragging him to the brink along with you.

“Fuck—” Heeseung gasped, his rhythm stuttering as your pussy clenched hard around him, refusing to let go.

Your mind blacked out as a sudden rush of liquid gushed from your cunt, soaking his abdomen, drenching his cock. It left you shaking, breathless, your body trembling violently in his arms.

“Shit—baby,” Heeseung groaned as he buried himself deep, spilling inside you, hot and thick, mixing with the mess between your thighs.

His high-pitched moans filled your ears as he fucked his cum deeper, his hips rolling lazily even as his body shuddered from the aftershocks.

Your body was completely spent, limp in his arms, head falling onto his shoulder as your breath came in shallow, uneven pants. Heeseung groaned softly, still sensitive, but he held you close, his arms secure around you as he carried you effortlessly to the couch in the living room.

He lowered you onto the cushions with care, watching as you sprawled out beneath him.

Heeseung pulled out slowly, groaning at the sight of his cum spilling from your ruined pussy, dripping onto the fabric beneath you.

His gaze traveled upward, drinking you in.

Your eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, lips parted as you struggled to catch your breath. Your chest rose and fell heavily, your body completely dazed.

Your skin glowed—shining even brighter, like a star burning just for him.

#enhypen #enhypen smut #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung hard hours

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amayikes · 1 year ago

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oooh glaze's ui is so intuitive and nice, since the exe is hidden in a sea of files I was scared this was gonna be hell to try but I'm glad it seems so simple! Microsoft defended did try to stop the exe though, I'm gonna have to do some scans after just to clear my conscience

#glaze #nightshade #anti ai #fuck ai #just to clarify I have no quarrels with ai existing at all but it's not taking my art style without my authorization #if it all works out ok I might make a glazing and nightshading lil guide for those less computer savvy? like for the real basics #it can be really scare if ur not at all familiar with torrenting or small dev programs outside of game platforms

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i-like-loserz · 3 months ago

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apt for two

pairing: san x reader

cw: smut (18+), drunk!san with needy-desperate vibes (as always), afab!reader, friends-to-lovers, praise kink, mommy kink, handjob, nipple play (m!recieving), breeding kink, unprotected piv, eternal boner (you'll find out), mention of asian glow, san's fancam, not beta-read, etc.

wc: 4k (wow)

note: I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINISH LIKE THREE 1/4 DONE FICS BUT INSTEAD IM DOING THIS :) also i get asian glow too, so i love the representation i'm getting with drunk-teez!

1 shot

tonight was supposed to involve a pregame at your place before bar-hopping, but somebody decided to ditch you and turn in early (wooyoung). of course, it wasn't until 9:30 that you got the text.

you'd been waiting so patiently, only having one drink. you were saving the rest to share with your friends once he arrived. it was supposed to be the three of you, but now it's just--

2 shots

"maybe he's just tired because of work or something?"

san is sweet, trying to lighten your disappointment.

he just took his second shot, barely wincing as he swallows it quickly before gently setting the glass back on the counter -- you can tell he's trying to hide his distaste for the liquor.

"he's just hungover because he decided to go out without us last night, sannie..." you drone, "he's probably sleeping off the club."

"hm, you're probably right. but if he were here, it probably wouldn't be that fun if he's hungover."

"that's true..."

you pour another round of shots.

3 shots

"hey, let's play a game." san looks at you with bright eyes.

you can see it already -- the flush spreading across his cheeks. for such a big guy, he sure get tipsy easily.

"what kind of game? there's only the two of us."

"how about...apateu?"

"with two people?" he nods with a cute little smile. how could you deny him? "sure, if you want"

5 shots (for san)

you bite back an adoring smile as you watch san down a second shot. his expressions are a lot freer now, letting himself wince just from the smell of tequila, followed by a grossed-out groan after he takes it.

"okay, maybe we should stop. you've lost twice already." he's not very good at this game -- even when you let him pick the number for each turn.

"no, no, let's go again!" his eyes are glazed over, lids heavy from the liquor as he tries to convince you to continue.

you let a smile crack as you watch him sway prettily in front of you, "...you seem a lot more drunk than me though."

"hm?" he smiles back, "that's okay? right?"

you can't help but laugh at his adorableness. he picks up your shot glass and nudges it closer to you.

"just take one, so we're even."

it might just be the liquor, or that pretty blush on his face, but you're feeling bold.

"mm, but you had two, baby."

you say it so casually, yet he reacts to that word immediately. his expression is quickly replaced with something needy.

oh, so he liked that....

"t-then take two." he suggests with a stutter.

you pour yourself one more, right to the brim, and he watches on in awe. you drink it easily, enjoying the way san's eyes stare at your lips as you lick them clean.

"i don't think we're gonna make it to the bars tonight." you tease.

his small shy smile returns, "just stay here...with me, then."

5 shots + a glass of water (for san)

you guide san to the couch with a glass of water in your hand.

barely a few steps from the kitchen counter, he makes you stop for a moment so he can clumsily lace his fingers with yours.

"it's more secure" he murmurs shyly.

you don't say anything as you continue to lead him into the living room, but when you turn away you're biting your lip to stop yourself from pouncing on him.

you're afraid that your cuteness aggression will scare him away.

he immediately picks up a pillow to snuggle against his chest as he sits down. always needing something in his lap...

he looks up at you, all pink cheeks and smiles, as you set the glass of water down on the coffee table in front of him.

you sit down next to him and settle against the plush seat with a sigh.

"what now?" he asks eager and curious.

eager for what?

"well, first, drink some water," san obediently takes a few sips of water as you continue to speak, "do you want to watch a movie or something?"

you were planning on letting him crash on the couch, but how could you leave him when he's looking at you like that?

"hm..." he puts the glass down before looking back at you with a shy expression, "can we watch something else?"

"like what?"

"can i show you some of my fancams?"

"...fancams...?"

"yeah, i want to show you how i look in concert."

you almost giggle from how shy he's being. isn't tequila supposed to make you bolder?

"sannie, i've been to your concerts."

he pouts -- actually pouts, "but you haven't seen them like this!"

how could you deny him?

"ok, ok, let's have a look then."

you try to give him the remote to look it up, but he immediately struggles to type with it -- even turning off the tv at some point -- so you have to take over.

"so it's...'san fancam--'" you press in each letter individually.

"'--ice on my teeth 241115'" he finishes for you.

"...1...5..."

you finally type it all in and click on the video. you see woo (the ditcher of the night, you remind yourself) crouching in front of a sleekly dressed san, who looks very different from the soft and cuddly man next to you.

"how do you remember all of the numbers for the title?" you question as you finally relax back onto the couch.

he shrugs, "i dunno, i just do -- wait, start it over, we were talking during the start!"

"san, it's been like, two seconds."

"please??"

you start it over to placate him.

as you watch the video, you notice how quiet he is next to you.

he must be really into his own fancams...

you get it though. you've never watched his fancams before (you've only seen woo's because he forces you to binge them with him whenever you facetime), but he looks really good in that long coat, glasses, and with his hair slicked back like that, hitting every note with that stupidly handsome look on his face.

he looks so serious...so domineering. delectable.

so...not how you usually see him.

you turn to look at him, wondering if he's just as entranced by himself as you are -- but he's already looking at you.

you feel your cheeks heat up as you're caught ogling your friend, right in front of him.

"so...? do you like it?"

"yeah, it was a good performance, san."

"sannie." he corrects, "do you really like it, or are you just saying that?"

"no, i really like it--"

"which part? do you like the outfit? a lot of people say they like that outfit on me the most. but there's also one where i have on a see-through top..." he starts to ramble.

oh, now you know what he's looking for.

your voice is soft as you coo to him, "you looked great up there, sannie. so talented...and handsome." he smiles sheepishly as you compliment him, "did you show this to me because you wanted to show off? show me how good you are in front of a crowd?"

now he's shy.

"just wanted to know if you liked what you see."

you cradle his face with your hand, "you're so cute, baby," he melts against your touch, nuzzling his warm cheek against you, "just want some praise, hm?"

it's crazy that you have this man falling apart for you with a few words and a bare touch of your hand.

on stage, he looks so regal and put together.

right here? he looks undeniably soft and malleable.

"do you like me?"

"of course, i do." you caress his cheek with your thumb, enjoying the heat that radiates off his skin, "you're a sweetheart."

"no, like, do you like-like me?" his eyes meet yours, wide with hope and yearning.

"what, are we in middle school?" you tease.

he whines softly, "im serious"

you ignore his question and throw it back at him.

"do you like me?"

he's hesitant, timid, but eventually --

"mhm."

"oh really? since when?"

"since forever."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"because..." san briefly looks away, "because i don't know if you like me"

your hand drifts from his jaw to his chin. you can't help but admire his perfect features -- his fluffy hair, dark brows, intense eyes, cute nose, and...his lips.

you carefully glide your thumb over his pretty bottom lip, enamored by how pretty and pink it is.

he stutters out a breath.

"and if i do?"

"c-can you kiss me?" he sounds so sweet and timid when he asks. his eyes eagerly glance down at your lips as you drag his bottom lip down, revealing his pearly white teeth.

you're mesmerized by his mouth. you press against his perfect teeth and he opens up immediately, letting you drag your thumb against his soft tongue. he sucks it in, laving sweetly against the sensitive pad of your finger as he stares up at you, eager to please.

"such a good boy~"

he whines, brows furrowing in desperate need. what a sweet sound.

you move your hand from his mouth so you can get in a better position. you shift from the couch to his lap, wanting to feel his body against yours. his arms immediately loop around your body, finding your waist so he can press you closer.

you dip in, hand at the base of his neck to control him, and nudge your nose against his -- just to tease him. he tries to push up and press his lips to yours, but you stop him, hand firmly holding him back.

"what am i gonna do with you?" you shake your head, "silly boy..."

he looks confused, brows tighten together endearingly, an expression that's slightly embarrassed.

"i-i thought you wanted to kiss."

"did i say that?"

"n-no, but--"

"you think you're so pretty that anyone would let you hit?" your hand moves up to the center of his neck. you press gently on the sides of his throat, pulling a groan from his lips. "mm...maybe you are pretty..."

he shivers from the praise. you can tell he's trying to hold back, but he's still subtly trying to move his hips under you, desperate for any type of friction.

"please? just one kiss?"

"just one?" you ghost your lips on his.

he whimpers at the feeling. you guess his lips are especially sensitive.

"please"

you give in, leaning against his silky pink lips. you feel him melt against you, sighing into it like it's the sweet relief of water in a barren desert. he desperately attempts to pull you closer by your waist, but you're already firmly pressed against him.

he deepens the kiss, delicately licking against the seam of lips before diving in and dragging his tongue against yours. you taste the tequila and lust -- it makes you hungry for more. he moans prettily when you nip at his lips, sucking on the sweet, sensitive skin until it gets all puffy and plump.

when you break the kiss, he attempts to chase your lips for more, not ready to separate. you dodge his advances with an amused smile, loving how needy he is already.

"you said one kiss"

"mmm, i think i messed up on that one..." he swipes his tongue over his swollen lips as he stares hungrily at yours, eyelids heavy but gaze wanting, "can we try again?"

“maybe if you earn it again…”

he groans, “fuck,” he presses his hips against yours, making you feel how hard he is under his pants, “but i need you so bad, mommy.”

hearing that word slip from his beautiful lips almost makes you melt into a puddle, right on his lap. if it weren’t for the way you were straddling him, your thighs would’ve immediately pressed together from the amount of need you were feeling.

you press down on him just as eagerly, panting from the pressure of his hard cock against your aching clit.

"yeah? you gonna be a good boy and fill me up?"

"mhmm~" his deep voice drones, vibrating from his chest against yours, "please let me -- i need to be inside of you."

you roll your hips against him, coaxing cute whimpers from him with every press.

"think you deserve it?" you taunt. san can't even answer you, merely nodding with his eyes squeezed shut, reveling in the feeling of your body grinding against his.

your hands move down from his neck, over his chest and stomach before settling right against his covered cock. you can feel the way he twitches under his pants, desperately begging for attention.

he groans when you press against him, the minimal pressure is already too much for him to handle.

"you're already so hard for me." you stroke him over his pants, feeling the perfect contours of his erection even when separated by the fabric.

"m'always hard for you" he slurs, hips subtly flexed upwards in an attempt to feel more of you.

"let me see." you unbutton his pants with ease and use a bit of force to pull them off just far enough to reveal his pretty cock and the top of his legs. his blushing tip weeps delicately with beads of cum, already spilling against his shaft -- evidence of how close he already is to the edge.

when you wrap your hand around him, his body stiffens and his hands instantly grip over the top of your thighs to ground himself.

"w-wait...not yet--" he begs, head thrown back in ecstasy.

you haven't even done anything yet.

"sannie," you can feel him throbbing against your fingers, "baby, are you okay?"

"d-don't move." he shudders, "i m-might--"

you watch his facial expressions closely as you squeeze your fist around him, nearly drooling from the way his eyebrows scrunch together with intensity.

"oops..." you fail to hide your smile but it doesn't matter, he can't see it anyway. you swipe your thumb against the edge of his tip, massaging that sweet spot as his legs begin to shake.

you slip your other hand under his shirt, feeling up his muscled torso to his heaving chest. his skin is warm and smooth against your fingers and it makes you want to leave pretty marks all over him.

his back arches when you lazily drag your index finger against his nipple. you circle your finger around it experimentally and the needy bud hardens from your teasing touch.

"sensitive boy..." you hum.

he whimpers sweetly, "t-too much--"

you ignore his words and pinch his nipple. his mouth opens and he's barely able to take a handful of breaths before he's crying out in broken moans and thrusting against your hand. you work him through it with hushed praises, letting him fuck your fist until he's too weak to continue.

you take your other hand and run your fingers through his hair lovingly as his climax moves through him before caressing the back of his flushed neck. his overstimulated body shivers against your gentle touch, but he still leans into it.

he made a mess.

his cum spurted all over -- spilling over your hand and dripping on your lap -- so now, your pants (and his) are ruined. when san finally calms down a bit, he peeks down at the mess as well.

"i-i'm sorry, i tried to hold it in..." he stares at you with rounded eyes, sparkling with shame and embarrassment.

you tilt your head as you regard the flushed man before you, "if you're gonna be so messy, clean it up." he cowers slightly at your taunting words.

"h-how..."

you lift the hem of his shirt wordlessly and -- after a moment of confusion -- he obediently raises his arms to let you take it off. he watches on with a surprised expression as you bundle it up and use it to wipe your hands and lap.

"what? you thought i'd make you lick it up?" you tease, "didn't know you were that much of a pervert."

"i-no, i d-don't know." he stammers.

you accidentally brush against him as you're cleaning up and his body jolts harshly from the feeling. you gently move the shirt away and notice that he's still hard.

how the fuck--

he can feel your stare.

"u-um...it's..." he attempts to cover himself up with his hands, "this is normal." you throw his shirt to the side and take him by the wrists. you move his hands away and his cock twitches from your attention.

"is it?" when you look up at his face he's blushing, thoroughly embarrassed by his needy body.

"only...when i think of you." he says quietly, "y-you can just ignore it though." he stares at the way your smaller hands wrap around his wrists.

cute.

just to see what he'd do, you put his hands on your body, leading them up from your hips to your chest. he immediately gropes your tits in his large hands, letting out a pathetic noise.

"didn't know you were so insatiable..." you push him away and get off of his lap. he whines from the loss of contact but as soon as he sees you start to strip for him, he's silent, watching on in awe.

you pull off your shirt but leave your bra on -- just another way to tease and deprive him of what he wants. next, you shimmy off your pants before throwing them in his lap.

"look at the stains you left on them," you pout, "those were new." (no they weren't) "you're gonna have to buy me a new pair."

"yeah, o-ok, i'll buy you anything you want..." san ignores the pants and continues to stare at you with a cute spaced-out expression, refusing to miss even a second of you nearly naked in front of him.

he looks so good sitting there, waiting so patiently for you. his broad shoulders -- that stretch every shirt he owns -- lift every so often with the deep breaths he's taking.

his bare body is tan and fucking chiseled, you swear you could get off just grinding on his stupidly perfect abs. and the way he's keeping his hands to himself, despite how eager his cock stands for you.

when you start to approach him again, he shoves the stained clothing away to make room for you. you caress his face as you settle on top of him again.

"don't worry, baby, i'll help you."

"fuck, please."

back on top of him, you roll your hips so your covered cunt just barely grazes his hard cock. he lets out a helpless groan from the bare touch.

"oops, i forgot to take these off..." you snap the waistband of your panties against your hips, "is it okay if we just shove them to the side?" you ask, guiding his hand to feel the lace that decorates the edges.

he tugs at the fabric with thinly veiled frustration. you're surprised he hasn't lost it already. you loop your arms around his neck, letting him touch as much of you as he wants.

his hand travels under your thighs to press right over your clothed center.

"just don't mess these up too, okay?"

"i'll try my best" he presses the pads of his fingers against your cunt, feeling your wet slick soak through the thin fabric of your underwear. "f-fuck, you're already dripping."

"i'm all ready for you, sannie..." you press your hips against his hand, "you could probably just slip it right in" you whisper.

that's all the convincing it takes for him to push his hand under the fabric and run his finger against the soft lips of your cunt.

"feels good, baby~" you shove your face against the crook of his neck, mouthing and nipping against his skin. he hums gratefully at the praise -- it almost sounds like he's purring.

your slick coats his fingers as he rubs them against your sopping hole, gently pressing into you until you stretch around him. you bite your lip as he thrusts into you shallowly, barely able to finger-fuck you correctly because of how far his arm is stretched around your body.

you swear you're making a mess of his hand, dripping everywhere because of how much you want him inside of you. you pull your face away from his neck, eyes locking with his, "sannie, just fuck me."

you lift your hips up enough to press his weeping cock against you.

"b-but what about--"

you pull him in for a kiss and he immediately leans into it, melting against you once again. if you weren't so horny, you'd gush over how easy he is for you.

"don't worry, baby, i can take it."

san listens, pulling your panties to the side so he can position himself against you. he runs his cock against the seam of your cunt a few times to lubricate himself enough before slowly pushing against you. you press down at the same time, legs shaking slightly as your body stretches to accommodate his size.

"o-oh, fuck!" he chokes out, overwhelmed by the feeling of your soaking cunt sucking him in. you both moan when you sit all the way down, letting him fill you to the brim.

"mm...you fill me up so good, baby." you sigh, starting to roll your hips against him. he's so big that he presses against all the special spots inside of you with every move you make.

his hips involuntarily jerk upwards every time you lift your hips away from him, desperately needing to feel you all around him. he'd probably like cockwarming, you think -- or you would think if he wasn't fucking the thoughts from your mind.

"m-mommy, it's -- too much--" his hands wrap around your waist, squeezing faint bruises into your skin as he grapples with the feeling of your tightness fluttering around him.

your head tilts back as you speed up against him, "be good, sannie..." your breaths come out short and labored, "let mommy use your cock -- mm...fuck, yes." your mind is hazy as he hits all the right places inside of you.

he whines, pressing his face against your chest as you move against him, "i don't think i'm going to last." he twitches inside of you, already worked up to the edge.

"then go ahead," you breathe, "cum in me."

you feel the way his hips flex at the thought of filling you up, of making a mess out of you.

"i-i shouldn't..." he says -- but he's fucking up against you harder.

"why not, sannie?" you taunt, "don't want to get me pregnant?"

he lifts his head from your chest to look at you, "p-pregnant?"

"mhm," you smile down at him, "give me your babies so i can't go anywhere."

you're suddenly pressed against his hips, hard, his cock stretching you to your limit. you can feel him everywhere. you moan loudly, cunt fluttering uncontrollably from the intense pleasure he's pressing into you.

"you'd be mine?" he questions with an eager tone, almost innocently so. you can feel the way he throbs inside of you, just a touch away from tipping over the edge.

he refuses to move until you answer him.

so you try to. at least with the 1% of brain power he leaves you with.

"a-and you'd be mine." you can barely focus on the words you want to say.

san starts to shallowly thrust into you, "i'm already yours..."

"then i'm yours too."

his hands cradle your face as you continue to move against each other more desperately. he guides your face to his, pressing his lips against yours messily, teeth dragging and tongues mingling.

it's like he's only doing it to taste you. to feel you because he can't believe you're real. to claim your whole body because he can't take being away from you, even by a few centimeters.

you reach your highs together, moving perfectly in sync until you're both shaking in pleasure. you feel his hot cum fill you up, spurt after spurt -- so much in fact, you can feel it start to drip out of you, down his cock, and onto his lap.

"fuck, i might actually get pregnant from this." you say to yourself.

you feel him twitch inside of you again.

well, shit.

#san x reader #san ateez x reader #choi san x reader #san choi x reader #san smut #choi san smut #san choi smut #san ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez smut #sub!san #sub!san x reader

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hotlinemurder · 1 year ago

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♡ co-worker! choso cannot control his bad habit of staring at his boss' ass in that tight little pencil skirt, palming his hard-on and rushing to the bathroom to relieve himself everytime you lean over someone's desk to assist. The stern tone of your voice and demanding glaze in your eyes tips him over the edge as he needily pumps his cock into his fist while locked away behind one of the cubicles.

♡ co-worker! choso who sneaks glances at you through your office window, glasses tilted to the tip of your nose and pen tracing the plush skin of your bottom lip, eyes glued to the screen - his face heated as you glance up, beckoning him into the room.

♡ co-worker! choso whining as you straddle him atop your polished work desk, determined to make a mess of your eager subordinate; garbled moans escape his throat as set of manicured fingers rest on his tongue, saliva dripping from your lips and into his mouth, swallowing obediently.

♡ co-worker! choso stammering apologies as precum ruins his trousers, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as you drag your knee across his crotch that aches for more friction. Choking out cries of pleasure as your hands wrap around his throat in gentle asphyxiation, guiding his tip to your entrance and taking sweet time to slide down and engulf him with your warmth.

♡ co-worker! choso thrusting his hips upward feverishly, mind blanking as your edging is enough to render him utterly subservient, trying his hardest not to cum until your permission is granted. The warm liquid spills from his cock and into your cunt, fucking upwards in a desperate attempt to push it in further, overstimulating himself like a whore.

♡ co-worker! choso who visits your office after hours every Friday, ready to be made into your personal plaything once again.

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #choso #choso kamo #choso x reader #kamo choso #choso smut #choso x you #choso x female reader #jjk imagines

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samonroegf · 11 months ago

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anakin’s reaction to tummy bulge. smut, f!reader, size kink. short little blurb.

requested by anon! ᝰ masterlist

anakin’s large hands pulled your ass against him, deepening his length in you. his cock hitting that spongy part that makes your eyes roll back in your head. your cunt sucking him in and squeezing the life out of him.

“fuck, princess, always take me so good.” he's drunk on you, on the felling of filling you up, and stretching you out. your cunt hugs him like it was made to take his cock. you could only whine, too dumb from how he fucked you.

his hand sweetly wrapped around your stomach, to help you arch some more. when he digits glaze over the slight bulge in your tummy from his cock.

“oh baby,” he sighs almost dreamily. grabbing one of your hands and guiding it to the imprint of his length in you. you're whining again, his name this time. your hole tightens around him, making him groan in your ear. the sound is almost heavenly.

“you feel that, doll? feel my cock inside you, so small I'm basically splitting you in half.” those words have you cumming on his cock, your juices pooling down at anakin’s trimmed hair.

he ruts into like an animal with no bounds, you can feel his seed shoot into you and the feeling has you grinding back into him.

“never enough for you, huh? dirty little thing.”

#ζ callista says things . ✦#star wars anakin #꒰꒰ ani ₊˚๑ #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin fanfiction #anakin star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin smut #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin skywalker x reader smut #anakin skywalker x female reader

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megapteraurelia · 1 month ago

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suna rintarou who comes fresh out of the shower with damp hair and a towel slung around his neck, strands falling into his eyes.

he's had a long day, a longer practice and a long night awaits him, and you are there right in front of him, sitting on the couch, legs crossed, in your cute fuzzy pyjama set.

with a sigh, suna lets himself fall onto your lap, all sprawled out, a hand of his behind his head, the other dancing over your shirt.

"hi, baby," you smile, hand coming down to bury in his hair, the dark strands silky between your fingers as your nails scratch his head.

he's quieter than usual, you notice; where he may have at least smiled back at other times, he's only tilting his head up at you with a glazed look in his eyes now. his face has a faint blush decorating his warm skin, slightly tacky from the shower.

you breathe out, voice quiet; an inquiry and warning at once, "rin."

his long fingers find their way to your jaw, thumb pushed between your lips into the hot cavity of your mouth. you nip at the residue scent of his body wash, teeth biting down with light pressure.

his own mouth parted slightly, tongue peeking out, eyes half-lidded as he watched you suck his finger. when he pulled on his thumb, you let go and watch him guide his hand to his own mouth, watch him take his own thumb into his mouth, licking off the remnant of your spit.

he keeps his gaze on you, like hypnosis, intent, making it hard for you to look away. with a rough voice, he says, "give it to me."

"what's that?" your nails rake through his hair, your other hand travelling over his his abdomen, over his belly button, over the dark happy trail to rest over the bulge in his sweatpants.

a slight squeeze of your fingers around his clothed dick, "what do you want?"

his eyes narrow, "brat."

"come on, rin, if you don't tell me, how would i know?" you ask sweetly; your fingers in his hair grabbing a fistful of the strands as you yank, and instinctively, he opens his jaw, tongue curling out.

he points to his awaiting mouth, his eyes daring you to play your games with him. daring you to purposefully misunderstand what he wants you to do, what he knows will get him off within a few minutes.

leaning over him, you spit in his mouth; a fat dollop landing right on his tongue and his breath stutters in tandem with the palming grip you have on his dick. he swallows and asks for another, and another, and you keep spitting, little droplets trickling down the side of your mouth.

sometimes you miss, but he's quick to lick it up again.

the blush on his face grows stronger, his hips bucking up to grind against your hand; a frustrated huff leaving his lips when you pull back for a bit.

you hold out your palm towards him and the nasty sound of suna gathering his saliva together to lather your hand with it has heat coil low in your abdomen. his back feels heavy on your legs, the muscles tensing and relaxing when he moves to push down his boxers hastily, and your pussy pulsates, begging to be relieved.

a low whine escapes him when you resume touching him in the way he likes, when you continue to use his mouth as your own personal trash can to spit in, and his hips rut against your hand freely now, desperate.

the slick sound of skin meeting skin and the taste of your saliva down his throat has him cumming within seconds, shooting a hot trail of white over his chest and coating the coarse hair underneath his belly button, dripping onto your hand.

you lean over him again to kiss him senseless, hand still stroking his cock sloppily, strings of his cum and spit between your fingers; to kiss him greedily because oh, he's been taking so much from you and your mouth feels so dry.

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callmeimlost · 27 days ago

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✷ OVERTIME:: main!Mark Grayson x hero!Reader

WARNING:: sneaky link!invincible x hero! reader, fem!reader, blowjob, riding, hair pulling, choking, teasing, car sex; 18+ mdni

SUMMARY:: there’s a thrill about fucking someone you work with, but it’s an even bigger thrill when you have no clue who is under the masks you wear.

MEIMEI YAPS:: this is my first invincible smut so don’t eat me up idk😭

Your adrenaline was practically rushing through your muscles as your heartbeat practically rattles in your ears after a heated fight with the Mauler twins. The second everything was taken care of you could feel the burning gaze of invincible through his goggles and it made your stomach churn in excitement.

The two of you had been hooking up for a while now, conveniently wandering off and disappearing. Never showing up together but definitely leaving together, and all it took was a look from the other before the blue, yellow, and black clad hero would mumble out an excuse to go before you would shortly after disappeared.

Mark knew to always look for your car parked in the same alleyway tucked in between abandoned buildings and shops; the only time the two of them can actually find a sense of peace without having to stop and be reminded that millions are depending on them.

“We really need to find a better spot to do this, what if someone walks through this alley?” The masked man asks and it makes the slowly growing grin on your lips purse your lips into a smile. “There’s a reason my car is parked here all day, no one is going to see us” you try to put him at ease.

If there’s one thing you realized during the far and few times in between your time with invincible; whoever was under that mask was very cautious and you also liked that about him. Invincible had a heroes mindset in situations where he had little to worry about. “But-“ he was immediately ripped from his paranoid thoughts as you press a short lived kiss to his lips. “We are fine. Stop worrying; and kiss me” you mumbled against the corner of his lips.

Your words settle and it makes him puff out a sigh before he presses his lips against yours. The warmth of your bare fingers against his skin makes him dizzy, the way your chest presses against his as you lean over the console that kept mark from pulling you into his lap.

His hands trail from your waist down to your thighs, squeezing the soft skin under his fingers just enough not to hurt you. His tongue pressing to your lips as you part them granting him entrance, the sound of him groaning against you making his chest vibrate under your hands.

The hot strings of saliva dribbling on the edge of your lips, the feeling of his lips wrapping around your tongue and sucking making you moan softly, your hands trail up to his onyx hair tugging slightly making a moan rip through his throat before he pulls away with heavy glazed over eyes; his hair messy and his lips an irritated shade of red.

Your bottom lip being tugged by your teeth as the small string of spit connects the two of you. “Fuck I need you” he groans as he climbs between seats into the back, sat in the middle, his legs spread as if he was waiting for you to take your rightful place; in his lap.

You climb in once you see he’s comfortable, your legs perching over his thighs, the feeling of his hands firmly tangling around your back pressing into your lower back making you arch against him. “Needed this for a while” he mumbles, the sheer rawness in his voice makes you shiver.

“I’m here now” you state and it makes Mark’s hands trail down to your ass as yours rests on the back of his neck, he guides your hips to grind against the growing bulge in his costume that makes makes you gasp and chase the feeling that builds up in the pit of your stomach.

Your teeth clash as you leave open mouths kissed against each other, his lips were soft and warm. your hand moves from gripping the seat cover to running through his onyx locks. Your eyes fluttered shut as well as his making you tug on his tresses earning you a small groan.

Your lips trace each other to the point you wouldn't break from the kiss until your lungs screamed for air making you pull away. Mark didn't care to catch his breath, he began leaving kisses down your neck sucking small red spots that would soon swell over into bruises in all kinds of shades from purple, blue, and red.

His hand that once touched your jaw was now clutched on your waist. He was high off just the sound of the small moans and little puffs of air you let out of your mouth while he continued to lick and suck harshly against your neck. "Fuck, you're so good" he whispered looking up at you through his goggle with blown out pupils.;

he can't help but to reach out and rub the callused pad of his thumb over your parting lips, pressing the salty digit flat against your tongue, and retreating it in the same breath to hook it around your cheek. Pulling it away with a soft pop a small groan leaves his lips as he lets his mind wander.

The hold you had on him was tight and you didn't even know it, it was like you were a love-sick Anaconda and with that, your grip on him had become almost deadly. He felt like he was choking up his words because his mind was too clouded by the feeling of your weight in his lap.

His hand's grip on your thigh wanting to pull you in deeper, your knees knocking against each other as you shudder at the feeling on his teeth, and plump lips dragging against your skin that he had marked as his for the night. "I wanna suck you off” you mumbled in hopes of wanting to fulfill whatever raunchy fantasy you had been living at the moment.

Pulling back you see the small grin on his lips from how disheveled you had looked. Your chest was rising and falling in an uneven battle of tug of war with your lungs. You sit up on your knees trying your best to climb out of his lap to tuck your legs under your thighs. Like the obnoxious man you’ve grown to know slightly, he fumbles around with his clothes not even touching the mask on his face until he is stripped down to his boxers.

“For someone named invincible, you sure are clumsy when we have sex” you tease and it didn’t take a person with 20/20 vision to see the blush that stung at his cheeks at your words “I’m just excited is all” he admits sheepishly which earns a small smile and a firm peck to his lips before you strip out of your own clothes and toss the clothes into the front seat.

“It’s okay” you mumbled as your eyes barely looked up at him, your mouth damn near water at the side of him hard, your palm running over his cock. You could almost moan at the hitch in his breath or how his hips grind against your palm chasing the warm and heavy touches. “Fuck” he groans as your fingers grip onto the elastic band of the only thing keeping you from touching him.

Pulling them down his thighs you can see how much he needed this, the way he twitched against his lower stomach, how his stomach slowly began to rise and fall under his heavy breathing and the small happy trail that was practically begging to be kissed and licked on. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his cock into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb.

“Fuuck” he moans, the sound bouncing off the windows of your car, his teeth caging his bottom lip as his brows furrowed together he pushes his hips into your hand. He began to pull out slowly, just enough to keep his head inside before pushing back in. A groan escaped his throat at how good it felt. His sounds make you dizzy as you press your thumb against his tip that makes him gasp.

“That’s it” you whisper and lean down to take him into your mouth; in that moment Mark didn’t know if he had entered the gates of Heaven or if he was hallucinating, but regardless he knew that he felt too fucking good to care. Flattening your tongue against the underside of his cock you dragged up against the vein running up to the tip— he let out a rich moan that ended with a groan "shit". His head was thrown back against the pillow and his breathing was labored.

you rubbed your thighs together as that incessant warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger. you could, feeling the tip nudge the back of your throat while your nose was nestled tightly against his pubic bone. While your eyes were closed tight to focus on relaxing your gag reflex to not ruin the tight feeling for him.

His hand gathers your hair back letting you move at your own pace, he watches the way his cock glistens everytime you pull your head back and how intoxicating it all truly felt, how the warmth of your mouth had his mouth agape and his thighs trembling at the sight. How sloppy you were becoming under him, the way strings of spit gathered at the corners of your lip spilling onto your chin as you took him deep into the back of your throat.

“s’so good” he slurred feeling his hips follow the heat of your mouth every time you pulled back, the small gagging sounds every time you took him deeper, how your throat got tighter. He felt so sensitive, but so invincible. Mark could feel the coil in the pit of his stomach tightening by the second. It wasn’t much help to last longer with the way you used one of your hands to wrap around his base as you practically watched his soul leave his body, and the other on his lower stomach pressing against his abs.

Mark knew it was over when you pulled your mouth from his cock breathing heavily as you used your hands to jerk him off, with the way he was breathing and his knuckles turning white at his sides. “Fuck- you’re gonna make me cum” he moaned breathily watching the way your tongue swiped over his tip repeatedly as his he tries to keep his head up and look at you, but your eyes were so eager as if you were begging him to stuff your mouth full of his cock and cum down your throat.

The second you pushed your head down all the way to his base; it was over. His body tensing up as he groaned shooting down thick pearl spurts painting the inside of your throat. He watched as tears fogged your eyes and the way your mascara ran down your cheeks; he wanted more- needed more.

Mark Grayson was sure he died and went to Heaven when you slowly pulled off his cock with a loud ‘pop’ you wiped away the cum that had managed to cover your chin slightly. “C’mere” Mark lets go of the tangled mess he made of your hair tucking away the stray pieces behind your ear you find your way back into his lap, your limbs tangling up as he kisses you roughly.

The rough skin of his palms gripping your ass as you perch yourself against his thigh grinding, the wet patch on your panties brings a surge of pride to Mark’s chest.

“I need you. Like now” you say against his lips, and if Mark thought he was in Heaven before, he’s definitely there now. Reaching his hand up your back he unhooks your bra letting it fall down your shoulders baring you to him.

Pulling your panties to the side, Mark pressed his tip against your entrance practically yelling at himself to go balls deep. “You’re so soaked” he looks down between your thighs watching the strings of your slick attach to his cock before he slowly pushed inside you, the small car filling with mixed moans as he slowly urges his hips against yours, the feeling of being inside you raw.

A whimper left his lips at the feeling of your walls closing around him. He placed his hand on your ass, kneading the flesh harshly. When you sink down to the base and grind your hips down against him; Mark has to hold your hips down to stop himself from cumming right then and there. He can feel you twitching around him, practically dripping down his cock. “Slow down, don’t wanna finish so fast” he mumbled wrapping his arms around your waist rubbing gentle circles on the warm expanse of your back as he calmed himself down.

His breathing ragged as he settled his face between your neck and shoulder, Mark had no clue if he’d last, quite honestly he didn’t care, he just wanted to get you off. “He pulls back slightly to kiss and suck at the supple skin that is canvas waiting to be painted in hickeys.

The warmth of his breath on your neck and how deep he was inside you makes your eyes flutter shut to bask in the feeling of complete pleasure. “Oh fuck” you whimper as you feel his tongue lick a thick stripe up your throat before he tugs the back of your head to meet his searing gaze he presses his swollen lips against yours.

You use this moment to slightly lift your hips and drop them earning that cute little moan you always look for forward to hearing as he smooshes his mouth on your messily. His brain practically frying and trying to reboot all the while you moan mindlessly as your hips build a pace, slow and calculated.

The sheer sound of your moans mixing with the wet sounds of your pussy has Mark on the edge of his seat lifting his hips to meet your thighs. The sound of skin on skin reverberates through out. “You feel so tight, oh my god” his blunt nails start to dig into the skin of your ass as he guides your hips up and down. “Yeah?” You ask shakily and it makes something shift inside him, nodding eagerly “yeah” he huffs out as he pushes your chest to his.

His pace becomes unforgiving, snapping his hips against your ass and your eyes squeeze shut at the pressure building up, you could practically feel your insides shifting around as he practically pounded you without a second thought. Your cries like music to his ears, he catches your lips against his your teeth clashing, and tongues sloppily licking against each other.

“Feels so good” you hiccup against his open mouth as your words mix with the rough groans that tear at the back of his throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” he whispered as your grind back against him, the sloshing sound of your pussy is unbelievable and yet regardless it drives you harder to fuck yourself against him.

You could feel the sharp sting in the back of your thighs from the force he used to fuck you, you could care less though, he was fucking you so good the only thing you could do was babble into the skin of his shoulder as you kept up the pace. The coil in your stomach is tightening by the second.

Your nails dig into his skin leaving a red trail down his back that makes Mark’s heart leap through his throat moaning messily. “I’m close” you moan and it pushes him over the edge, his hips snap against yours, jaw slack as his breathing becomes ragged. “Do it for me” he practically begged.

Burying himself inside you at the hilt and pulling out until his tip was just barely pressed into your silky walls and slamming himself back in, he can feel your body go limp for a moment before you shiver a gasp as your thighs snap together as you feel an overwhelming sensation.

Mark hisses at you tightening around him squeezing him so good, he pulls your thighs apart like it’s nothing as his thumb rubs against your clif in harsh circles that makes you curl into him a moaning mess as you feel your orgasm wash over you. “So good” he cooed as he thrusts a few more times before you can feel him shiver against you letting out a deep groan you didn’t know he was holding back.

The feeling of him painting your walls white makes you twitch resting your head over his shoulder, he holds you close as if you were his line almost squeezing the air out your lungs. Slowly the two of you pull apart with sweat clinging to the two of you.

The both of you looked equally destroyed, hair a mess, your makeup smudged and his goggles sitting crooked, he takes them off looking at you with those blown out brown eyes you’ve grown to adore. You press a few more heavy kisses to his lips before you slowly pull off of him wincing at the empty feeling.

Mark picks up a random shirt on the floor of your car he cleans the both of you up, being as gentle as he possibly could; as if he’d break you. The two of you clean yourselves up before getting out of the car almost casually. The flush in his cheeks still visible as he closes the door behind you pressing his back to the warm metal.

“So…same time tomorrow?” He asks almost sheepishly and it makes you roll your eyes before pressing another searing kiss to his lips, your noses nudging each other “same time tomorrow.”

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