#he has a pretty face i have a pretty pussy sounds like a good combo to me

[lixieisgod]

11:11 a.m.

Eren sit on my face and kill me Yeager.

he just can’t help himself when it comes to you, he tries to keep his hands to himself and dick in his pants, but he just can’t. i mean why tf would he when his girlfriend is literally a real life princess.

he lives for his head being smushed by your pretty trembling thighs, he always offers to “clean you up” when you two are done having sex. at first you though he meant a shower but turns out he just wanted your pussy in his mouth.

“r-rennn, fuck, fuckkk that’s itt”! you screamed out as you felt his tongue working on your puffy sensitive clit. he was eating you out like a starved man, his tongue not missing a single spot.

he just blew your fucking back out, you couldn’t even think straight the only things in your mind being “eren, need eren, ren’ feels so fucking good” .

you bucked your hips pushing yourself more onto him, riding his face with your fingers tangled in his long hair.

“fuck babyyy, mhmm, g-gonna cum, gonna cum” tears began streaming down your face, as your legs grew weaker, you felt eren’s strong hold grip onto your thighs pulling you down to stabilize you in place. with the final stroke of his tongue on your clit, your pussy squirted all over his face.

you could feel the smile on eren’s face.

as your orgasm weakened you got off of him. only to see him smiling as though he’d just won the lottery, in his mind this was even better than winning the lottery.

with a smile on his face, and bliss in his eyes he spoke “can i eat you out again baby, you taste sweet”?

© 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

[empresskylo]

call of duty ೃ⁀➷ NSFW headcanons

↳ includes: ghost, price, soap, and alejandro.

⋆｡°✩ CONTENT WARNINGS | afab!reader, rough sex

cod masterlist | main masterlist

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓

Ghost

♡ ghost has a size kink for sure. loves being bigger/taller than you. loves towering over you. loves covering your whole body when he fucks you.

♡ he’s a growler (-: i mean, his voice is just really deep and that in combo with his accent causes him to make growling-esque noises in bed.

♡ but he was really quite quiet when you first fucked. he was used to having to be silent when he jerked off because teammates were always around somewhere. and so he didn’t even realize how quiet he was being until you said something. he was even a bit shy at first but once you showed him how much his sounds got you off, he was glad to oblige and let loose.

♡ he doesn’t like to “choke” you, but he likes to rest his hand around your neck in a firm hold allowing him to hold you steady so he can fuck you deeper.

♡ he’s rather simple. he likes a few basic positions. it gets the job done. he doesn't see the need for any wild or crazy positions when fucking you missionary, doggy style, or against a wall gets both of you off. he will do new stuff with you if you ask tho.

♡ really likes to praise you. he’s got a praise kink but only for being the praiser lol. he loves to tell you how good you feel, how pretty you look, how well you’re taking him. especially when you react to his words, fuck, he loves knowing he can do that to you.

♡ however, when you praise HIM, he gets all flustered and legit fucking blushes! my guy isn’t used to soft compliments, only ones about his combat skills. so when you say sweet things to him like how good he feels, how hot he looks, how turned on he makes you, how perfect he feels inside you, how badly you want him… he blushes. every. time.

♡ professional pussy eater. he very much enjoys going down on you, usually touching himself simultaneously. he’ll yank you to the end of the bed and wrap his arms around your thighs to hold you down. he likes when you ride his face too. he’s been known to get you off like that and make the two of you late. he moans a lot too when you ride his face. loves when you use him to get off and he can't help but moan at that.

♡ he has fucked you with the handle of his knife before and then made you lick it clean.

♡ gets a perverted sense of gratification when he sees you limping after fucking you senseless.

♡ has a breeding kink. he accidentally let it slip one day when he was fucking you, just about to come, when he moaned out in strained breaths “i need. to fucking. breed you.” (my brain: *414 error*) it doesn’t necessarily mean he wants kids, but he just loves the idea of getting you pregnant/coming inside you/breeding you.

♡ definitely a dom. but can be a sub when need be. he wasn’t sure about being submissive at first, but he’s learned to love it. he likes when you boss him around and tell him what you want. even likes it when you edge him and don’t let him finish, dragging it out painfully. but that’s only occasionally, he usually likes to be the one in control.

♡ comes the hardest when you tell him you love him as you're orgasming. he's a romantic at heart.

Price

♡ daddy kink.. i mean… com’on! he gets flustered as fuck when you call him that in public. usually, you’ll say it quietly or whisper it to him. it’s a rare sight to see Price so flustered. and he definitely punishes you when you get home. (that’s if you even make it home. as long as no one can see, he’ll fuck you anywhere)

♡ wants a video of you for when he’s away. you were shy at first so he just recorded your lower half while he was fucking you, the only thing visible was where your bodies were connecting. but he could hear all your moans in the video and that was plenty for him. he’s watched the video countless times.

♡ keeps a naughty polaroid of you in his wallet

♡ reallyyy likes to go down on you. he would spend the rest of his life between your thighs if he could.

♡ loves to tease you and make you beg. he’ll have you on your knees, begging him to fuck you. and of course that gives the cheeky bastard an aura of arrogance, but it’s hot on him so its ok.

♡ he specifically likes to tease you while you’re training together. watching the way you get flustered and try to ignore his innuendos and subtle hand movements on the more intimate parts of your body. then, when he has you alone, he’ll make it seem like you were the one causing all the distractions. he’ll stay fully clothed and strip you down, fingering you while you stifle your moans. “this why you were distracted today, love? thinkin’ bout my fingers inside of you?” (when, in fact, you were trying to train and he was the one being all cheeky)

♡ over the clothes... he is fond of letting you ride his thigh, both of you fully clothed (that, or you're in underwear and he's fully clothed). sometimes he'll fuck you with everything on, dry humping you so aggressively that you come harder than you ever have. my guy is good at what he does.

♡ quite intense and intimidating when having sex. he's demanding in a way that makes you nervous and embarrassed. always making you say things that make your face heat. "is this want you want, pretty girl? gonna have to say it. unless you want me to stop?" "tell me what you want, love. use your words." "you want me? where? gotta spell it out for me."

Soap

♡ doesn’t love the fact that you might get off to porn when he's not around, so he sends you audios of him jerking off, whining and moaning loudly for you. he gets so turned on when you tell him you got off to his video.

♡ likes to switch between being dominant and submissive. he’ll fuck you hard and fast, make you beg, tell you what to do, and edge you until you’re a crying mess. but he also likes it when you take control, riding him and stopping just as he’s about to finish, making him whine and whimper as you suck his dick, not letting him touch you as you tease him mercilessly, likes when you wrap your hand around his neck as you ride him.

♡ likes when you scratch him up. he wears all the marks you give him proudly and secretly likes being teased by the guys about it. he'll even tell you to be rougher on him. "bite down, love, I can take it."

♡ loves blowjobs. and loves finishing on your face with your tongue out. he finds it so hot when you lick your lips, his cum dripping down your chin.

♡ likes to be slow and gentle with you, dragging it out. he wants to take his time with you. and he'll do whatever you say or want. he's constantly making sure you're doing good or you like what he's doing. Sometimes you end up getting a bit frustrated, "yes, johnny, that feels fucking fantastic, now shut up and fuck me!" "yes, ma'am!"

♡ aftercare involves cleaning you up. taking a shower together. lame jokes. braiding your hair. giving you his sweatshirt to wear. and spooning you.

♡ almost came in his pants the first time he saw you in sexy lingerie that you bought just for his viewing pleasure.

♡ has a slight oral fixation and likes to keep his mouth busy the entire time. he's always kissing or nipping somewhere on you. he loves kissing your neck, jaw, chest, just anywhere really. he often groans into the kisses, making you swallow them.

Alejandro

♡ "if you're a good girl and don't come until i tell you, i'll make you come over and over again"

♡ for some reason, he likes to leave hickeys on your inner thighs, teasing you mercilessly as he kisses you everywhere below your hips except where you need him most.

♡ he lives for teasing. he wants you a withering mess before he even considers giving you what you need. will have you crying because of how bad you want him. those are his favorite tears from you.

♡ he will overstimulate the fuck outta you too. you come at least 3 times every time you fuck. and he'll threaten to keep going, your core throbbing in painful overstimulation, unless you do exactly as he says.

♡ leaves bruises and scratch marks all over you. but he also expects the same in return. both of you look like you got into a gnarly brawl every time you fuck. "jesus christ, were you two fucking in there or wrestling a wild bear?"

♡ he is amazing at aftercare, a big switch up from the dominant, rough sex. he'll clean you up while muttering little praises. he'll carry you to the bathroom, sometimes taking a warm bath with you and washing your hair. he'll get you situated into clean comfy clothes and curl you up into him in bed. whatever you need, he'll do.

♡ likes the thrill of getting caught. he doesn't actually want to get caught, but it's the rush of it all. he's down to fuck anywhere. he's sneaky too and can be really subtle about touching you under the table, or in a dark corner of the bar, or on the roof while you're on watch duty. but he definitely prefers when you can both let loose and be loud.

[angelltheninth]

genshin men seeing you doing domestic things and just fucking you right there and then 🤌

Domestic and sexy, that is the number one combo.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Xiao, Gorou, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Baizhu, Kaveh, Al-Haitham, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, domestic fluff, kitchen sex, couch sex, table sex, clothes sharing, bath sex, neck kissing, blowjob

A/N: I really like this format of writing, I might do it more often.

COOKING FOOD - Itto, Childe

The smell of warm food is delicious but not as delicious as your pussy when he pushes you up on the table and spreads your legs, gingerly licking up your thighs, riling you up before lapping and kissing between your legs with gusto. He appreciates the food you worked so hard to make, but right now he would prefer to have his fill of you, fill you up later and then you can eat. He'll even help you with dessert.

"That looks good babe, my favorite. Oh! You thought I meant the food. Well, yeah, that looks good too but I was talking about you. You don't get it? Let me show you then. That was a cute sound, you're cute when you yelp. Open your legs for me, let me show you what I mean."

READING - Diluc, Xiao, Pantalone, Al-Haitham, Zhongli

Just a simple thing like reading when combined with him missing you all day and him seeing you in his big shirt is enough to arouse him. His cock is rock hard when he walks up to you, offering it to you to suck and kiss. Take it slow because he wants to enjoy this. In the mean time he will read you the book out loud, make sure to pay attention alright?

"Still reading that book honey? Its not more interesting then I am, is it? Really? Tell me then, do you want it, or maybe my cock instead? I've been thinking about you all day, all those hours apart. Don't worry about your book, I'll read it too you, if you can pay attention to two things at once."

CLEANING - Kaeya, Dottore, Kaveh

Not that he doesn't appreciate you cleaning up the place while he was at work but really, you could have waited for him. He would have helped. You work so hard, as hard as him, let him take some of your stress away. He pushes you over the couch, mouth on your neck, making you whimper and back up against him. You look really pretty in that apron but its all dirty now, so naturally he has to take it off you and see where else you need to clean up.

"There isn't a spec of dust here anymore. Good job beautiful, really good. Could have waited for me though. I can lend you a helping hand now if you want. With what? Well you look really stressed, and I just so happen to know a few methods to release that stress."

TAKING A BATH - Gorou, Baizhu

Since you're not in bed by the time he comes home he goes into the bathroom next, a soft smile on his face when he finds you in the middle of getting into the bath. Go right ahead, he could use one too, its been a long day and there's nothing better then taking a relaxing bath with you. Only neither of you can relax with his hard cock poking at you. The water is already warm but you could always warm his cock up a little more with your pussy.

"Taking a bath sweetheart? No, no, its alright. I wanted some cuddles from my favorite girl but we can do that in the bath too. Let me get behind you. Mmn. Don't move too much I'm already... fuck. Okay, okay, then uhm, can you make sit up a bit, I need to slide it in."

[dirtysvthoughts]

the jihoon brain rot continues besties 🥹 this is inspired by @bluejeanstrash who (as far as i know) came up with the idea of rich ceo husband! jihoon, and this year’s gda has given me so much ideas:

tags/warnings: rich ceo husband! jihoon, wife! reader, fluff to smut, smut portion contains pet names (darling, pretty baby, etc.), mentions of sexting and nudes, thigh riding, mentions of fingering, ass grabbing, he’s just so hot y’all and i’m upset i can’t have him do things to me 🙃

rich ceo husband! jihoon who would:

absolutely love spoiling you as his pretty wife, even of you don’t ask for it. one day, you came home to a beautiful, expensive silver necklace with a note attached that read: “just cause. i love my darling.” - JH

cater to you in more ways than one - everyday when he gets off work he’s calling and asking if you need anything, a meal, something from the store, whatever you may need, he’s going to fulfill it for you. if he can’t go out and get himself, he’s gonna send someone to get it for him.

be the type to kiss you on your forehead while you sleep before he goes off to work in the morning.

like the original author said, everyone in the company knows who you are and they don’t dare disrespect you. if jihoon finds out that you’ve been disrespected, they’re getting fired on the spot. he doesn’t play about you.

adore you physically (from head to toe) and emotionally. you found each other at the right time in your lives, and you mean so much to him. even though he’s not the best with his words, he wants to prove how much he loves you with his actions.

now for what y’all have been waiting for:

whenever he wears his ap or other luxury watches on his wrist, your pussy can’t help but clench. a hot man with an expensive watch on hand is such a lethal combo.

sometimes when jihoon has to stay at the company late (dealing with one of his artists or another business venture), he can expect some form of a sext, sensual pic, or even a nude from you when you’re needy. you lace your message with such sweetness (“daddy come home, please? 🥺🥺) that is has him wanting to tease you, but it has him craving for you too. he ends up just telling you to wait patiently like a good girl until he comes home.

rich ceo husband! jihoon has such soft dom! vibes, he loves fucking you against the mattress, hearing your cute little voice call for him, hearing you whine for more. would say stuff along the lines of “mmmm, take this dick, just like that.. fuck yeah, pretty baby” and “say my name again, you make it sound so pretty in that mouth of yours.” also, jihoon would definitely adore you calling him sir!

many a late night is spent at home with you riding his thighs, both of you on the sectional that takes up most of the living room. his suit jacket is tossed on another side of the couch, his white button down has the sleeves rolled up, his black tie is a little loose, and his long hair falling delicately on his eyes. jihoon LOVES roaming his hands across your legs, waist, but he loves it even more when he grabs your ass and you bite your lip in response. when you’ve come all over his pants, and his dick is hard from how good you are, you’re kissing his neck and jihoon’s caressing your face, telling you to take off your panties so he can finger your wet cunt next.

[shawtuzi]

i didn’t expect this to be so long but idc here’s some plug!eren hc’s bc i’m feening for him and i need him extremely bad

minors dni/// cw include: drug use, smut (there’s a little gun kink in here i’m sorry), fluff, black coded reader but you picture her anyway you’d like <333

- you found him through connie extremely intrigued when you found out he was mobile 24/7

- the first time you bought from him he threw in a little extra something bc he claimed he did it for all the newbies that shop from him (but he’s a liar he did it bc you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen obvi)

- his shit is phenomenal you were higher than a kite and now understood why everyone shopped from him

- about the eighth time you’ve bought from him he finally had the courage to ask if you wanted to match and by match he meant he supplies everything

- ofc you said yes and made the horrible mistake of trying to out smoke him homeboy was ready for the fourth blunt and poor you was hanging on for dear life

- the two of you steady became buddies and before you knew it you were hanging out with him almost everyday; sometimes smoking, sometimes shopping (he pays ofc even though you hate it), and sometimes playing on his ps5 absolutely destroying pedestrians on gta5

- one night the two of you were completely stoned and plug!eren was looking extra good i’m talking hair in a messy bun, hooded red eyes, and the white tank top with the slutty nike shorts combo (y’all know the one)

- it took all the courage you had to mumble a quick “you look good” and thank the lord above eren returned the energy giving you a small smirk “yeah? how good?”

- those three words had you face down ass up all night while eren did wonders with his tongue and devilish work with his dick (i know it go brazy YALL CANT TELL ME DIFFERENT)

- “that’s right ma cum on my tongue let me hear you”, “taste so fucking good why would you hide this from me?”, “ohhh shit- fuck yeah that’s right cum on my shit lemme feel you”, “gonna let me cum in you y/n? huh? gonna let me fill that pretty pussy up?”

- after a night filled with the most nastiest sloppiest sex you’ve ever had eren whispered a soft, “hope you know this ain’t a one time thing y/n you’re mine now” in your ear as you drifted off to sleep feeling more content than ever

- thus began your relationship with eren jaeger full time plug and now full time boyfriend to his needy lil gf that he absolutely adores

- plug!eren spoils the shit outta you!!! he had so much money he didn’t know what to with so why not spend it on his favorite girl?? i’m talking clothes, nail appointments, hair appointments, a nintendo switch so you can play animal crossing, and squishmallows ofc even though he thinks you have an addiction for them

- he lets you hit the block with him every once in a while and you can’t even lie it turns you on so bad knowing he’s got a piece hidden away in the glove compartment or even tucked in his sweats

- speaking of that lol one night after a sesh you sheepishly admitted to eren that it turned you on he carried a gun on him which led to you resting your head on his lap while eren slowly slid his glock between your kiss swollen lips

“you look so pretty like this baby”, “that’s it take that shit deeper i know you can”, “i bet it turns you on even more knowing it’s loaded dirty bitch”, “hm maybe i should use it on your pussy next would you like that angel?”

- plug!eren is extremely possessive and is not afraid to show it!! poor jean how to learn the hard way when he called you three times in a row and when the line finally picked up he was met with the sounds of skin slapping and your pathetic moans “she’s busy right now bro” was all that was said before the line went dead

- plug!eren rolls all the blunts the two of you smoke together convinced you just can’t learn even though secretly you’re a pro and you just like watching him do it

- plug!eren has a folder filled with naked pictures and videos of yourself and then even more of the two of you together his favorite being a video of you two fucking in his car after a hotbox

- he def has a sex playlist most of the songs being by brent faiyaz bc he stans him so so bad idc

-anytime the two of you smoke with a group you’re always sitting on his lap it doesn’t matter where you are that man will have you glued to his lap whispering all the filthy things he’s gonna do to you after you guys head back to his place

- plug!eren hates taking pictures more than anything but for you?? he’ll let you take multiple pics of him while y’all are out on a date or just simply hanging out (he secretly loves hearing you talk about how handsome he is ouuu does he love the praise)

- even though he doesn’t say it much whenever plug!eren tells you he loves you he means it with every fiber of his being and hopes you feel every ounce of love he feels for you with those three simple words

- moral of the story is plug!eren is a proud simp for you and would do literally anything for and to you <333

[bubblebisk]

IT'S BEEN SO LONG LOVES HELLO. My imagination has been burnt out babes buuuut I recently thought of something and I think you'll like it as much as I dooo

I feel like every bangchan Stan on this side either has a corruption kink, a breeding kink or severe daddy issues, or I could just be projecting but regardless I'd like to think of the 3 for 1 combo right now. Dumbification, humiliation, degradation, virginity kink, corruption kink, innocent kink, hair pulling, spitting, and yk the other things. That's a lot for such a little paragraph.

Being with Chan so far has been the best few months ever, he's considerate, kind and never oversteps your boundaries. In a way it turns you on, to know that he would do anything unless you asked. Sure there's moments when you're bratty and he'd put you in your place but, it's never gone further than being scolded and an aggressive make out sesh simply because he wants you to make the first move. Obviously you're frustrated I mean honestly, you basically live with a Calvin Klein model who wouldn't? But today you've decided to just talk to him about it and see where it goes. No antics or anything just... talking.

You leave the comfort of your couch and go into your bedroom where your boyfriend is laying down with his phone in hand probably reading an ebook or whatnot. You prance over and straddle his lower half with a little bounce, just enough to get his attention.

He moves his phone and looks up at you with a small smile on his face, God he's so pretty, while his free hand rests on the curve of your ass.

"hi baby" he starts to caress the area while staring at you.

"hi Chris, I have something I wanna tell you"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," you start to slowly grind down on his clothed dick before speaking again "I feel tingly."

"My baby feels tingly? That's not good, where is this feeling baby we can't let you continue to feel like this."

He starts squeezing your ass and pushing up against your crotch with his hard cock.

You point to your crotch in hopes of his understanding before you hear him start to chuckle.

"Down there sweetheart? I didn't take you for someone to get feelings like this," he flips your position with you now under him as he leans close to your ear to whisper " I didn't take you to be such a fuckin' slut"

You audibly moan and that while he sits up and pushes his hair back.

You speak up "M'not a slut I just feel weird, please help me Channie?"

His eyes meet yours and he smiles wickedly "That's not my name now is it baby?"

You look at him confused as to what he meant before everything locked in.

"Daddy please help me?"

You even make a point to buck up your hips in hopes of him taking mercy on you.

He shakes his head before moving his hands down to the waist band off your shorts debating on whether or not to take it off. Instead you feel his hand go down your shorts inside to play with your wet folds.

" Naughty baby, no panties? And you dare say you're not a slut, maybe you're right maybe you're just an ill-mannered skank."

You whine at his words and start to rub your sloppy pussy against his fingers as they make harsh messy circles on your clit.

He retracts his hand earning a devastating whine and you tearing up while he just laughs at your reaction. He sits up to take his clothes off and to essentially rip yours off. The sound of his ripping you flimsy shorts off have you leaking more than you already were.

The cold air brushes against your hot skin which in turn you shiver and try to cover up.

He tuts "don't cover up now baby it's nothing I haven't seen before. Besides with how little you wear you might as well be naked."

Your hands are removed and pinned above your head as Chan claims your lips. The kiss is sloppy and messy with spit everywhere and him sucking on your tongue while grinding his thick cock against your soft pussy.

Pulling away he taps your side indicating you to turn over. You flip over and get into the posting you know he likes with your face down ass up and arching. He runs a trail down your spine until he reaches your dripping hole before pushing a finger in and rubbing his thumb over your clit.

You moan out loud and start squirming, earning a slap to the ass "Stay still baby, I would hate to have to leave you here all whiny and needy doll." You try and compose yourself still whining and whimpering while he works his fingers in and out of you.

"P...ease, ase...."

"Awwwe is my baby dumb already," You hear him mock you in a condescending tone "Don't worry I know what my baby wants."

He retracts his hands and uses your slick to lube up his cock before aligning it with your hole and slowly pushing in.

The stretch is enough to send you completely out of it while you still try to grind back on him before he even bottoms out.

Chan laughs at your antics before holding your hips to keep you straight "Naughty Naughty girl. I haven't even had time to let you adjust before you started pushing yourself on me, you're so slutty it's disgusting."

He snaps his hips forward getting a loud moan from you in response before he starts speeding up.

The filthy sound of skin slapping and broken moans fill the room as you drift in and out of awareness to fully understand anything other than your pussy being destroyed.

You feel that tight feeling in your abdomen but before you can cum, he pulls out and flips you on your back before sliding back in and grinding into you.

"You feel so good Angel, fuck... you're so fuckin tight, it's like you're taking me for the first time like I don't fuck this greedy pussy every fuckin day. Shit maybe I should fuck a baby in you huh?"

You barely register what he says only catching the last part as you clench down on him and start moving your hips with him.

"You like that idea?" He put his hand on your throat while slightly applying pressure "You like the idea of me fuckin you and turning you into a slutty mommy? Open your mouth baby" you do as he says and he spits on your tongue "Swallow" and you do.

"Fuck you're such a whore" He speeds up back his pace while his hand is still on your throat as he fucks you to your orgasm.

You try and warn him but it comes out in broken syllables of "um..cu...m..ing" he seems to understand and uses his other hand to aggressively rub your clit to bring you to your orgasm. Your orgasm hits you hard leaving you winded as his thrusts grow sloppy and uncoordinated until you feel that warm familiar feeling fill you up.

He pulls out and goes to your shared bathroom to gather things to start your aftercare, though you don't stay awake long enough to experience it.

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You wake up hours later feeling clean and warm noticing that you're cuddled up to Chan who is sleeping peacefully. You move up just a little to plant a kiss on his beautiful nose before snuggling back and falling asleep.

Tbhhhhh babes I took SOOOO long to finish this. It started as a wet thought then it got here and then I forgot about it in my drafts 😫😫😫 this was supposed to be out in February but oh well.... THANK YOU FOR READING THO LIKES, COMMENTS AND REPOSTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO ASK ME TO TAG U NEXT TIME BYE BABIES 🪼🪼🪼.

[get-shiggy-with-it]

Ch. 1

Shigaraki Birthday Week! MINORS DNI DO NOT PUT THIS ON TIKTOK

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: reader is marked fem cause Tomura is a little sexist and hates you cause you’re a woman, no pronouns, incel!shiggy, collage au/no quirks, tomura is an asshole, gratuitous swearing, like so much, shiggy has a dirty mouth, mentions of shigs being anxious, let me know if I’ve missed something

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Summary: Tomura gets stuck taking an English class to graduate and is partnered with you, a bitchy try hard (his words not mine) for his final project. But over the course of the semester he finds that while he hates everyone, he might hate you just a little...less. 

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The door at the back of the room creaked open and jarred Tomura from his half-sleep state. He didn’t look at who’d bothered to slip into this fucking class late, and instead tried to let the prof’s inane droning on Timothy Whoever The Fuck’s 18th weirdo letter book lull him into day dreaming. 

He only made it about a quarter of the way back into his boredom induced coma until he was dragged unwillingly into wakefulness once more. 

“Sorry, could you plug this in for me?” 

Tomura jumped again when you leaned over to whisper to him, computer charger in one hand, gesturing to the outlet on the wall by his head. You’d left the typical courtesy seat empty between the two of you and he stared blankly at the way you leaned your weight on the vacant chair. 

He recognized you.

The classic, dumbass teacher's pet who was always front and center of the room, iced drink at the ready looking like you belonged on the set of some god awful college b movie. 

Well, almost always. You certainly had that loud ass drink, but you’d tucked yourself at the end of his row towards the back of the room and was clearly a bit embarrassed for bursting in almost 15 minutes late. 

Tomura swallowed hard as your shirt gaped in the front. It took an immense amount of control to not gaze outright into the swell of your chest. 

“You good?” you asked softly, head cocked like you were straight out of a fucking manga panel—tits on display with that stupid innocent, puzzled expression.  

“Uh yeah, sorry,” Tomura mumbled. 

You offered him this gross, clearly fake smile—because why the hell would you be grinning like that if it wasn’t just because you wanted something from him—as he threaded the cord behind his chair and plugged it in. 

“Thanks,” you replied and turned back towards the professor, typing away cause you actually take notes in this class. 

Of fucking course you did. 

Probably trying to impress everyone with how you typed practically every word the prof said. Tomura decidedly did not take notes, and didn’t really pay that much attention in general. Usually he just played some trashy phone game under the desk or dozed with his head against the cement wall. 

It had gotten to that portion of the semester when it was warmer outside but the buildings still had the heat cranked all the way up, especially here in the basement where the classroom was. That environment along with his usual hoodie/joggers combo created grade A napping conditions that Tomura took full advantage of. 

As a rule, he actually cared about school and he did relatively well. But this was just some dumbass liberal arts requirement course that had nothing to do with his actual major, so he was perfectly fine with coasting. Why his comp sci degree required him to take a fucking Restoration era English class, he had no clue. Apparently neither did his advisor other than that the ‘administration recommended it’ so their students would have a ‘well rounded learning experience.’ 

It was almost certainly just a cash grab to make him take more credits than was necessary to graduate, but whatever. He was here now. And so were you. Your presence was overwhelmingly clear, typing away and smelling like one of those insanely specific laundry detergent label scents—fucking rolling meadows and grandmother’s clean linen or something like that. 

He’d never sat this close to you before, but that didn’t stop you from annoying the shit out of him for the previous whole half semester and going since it was just now passing midterms. Long enough for him to have pegged you as a textbook try-hard, pick-me bitch. You contributed to discussion at every opportunity, turned in shit early, and debated other classmates regularly enough to disrupt his in-course sleep schedule. 

The way you dressed pissed him off too, with a particular style that was enough to stand out but not so over the top that it would cause disinterest from any potential mates.

And now you were filling his corner of the room with the overpowering smell of freshly washed hair and demanding he do things for you. 

Fucking disgusting. 

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

He jumped a third time, attention directed from his lap to the front of the room where the prof stood, listing out names from the board. He heard your name next followed by Kai Chisaki. The list was projected on the board as well, grouping everyone into twos or threes with “Final Project Partners” listed in bold Helvetica font at the top. 

Only fucking English profs used Helvetica. 

He vaguely remembered mentions of a final presentation—one of like three grades in this class cause the prof was almost certainly a sadist. 

No, not almost—definitely. Otherwise he wouldn’t have stuck him with you and that weirdo Kai pre-med student who insisted on acting so elitist you’d think he already had his fucking M.D. 

One time he asked Tomura to move seats at the start of the semester because he looked “dirty” and Kai liked to sit in the back—which, fair enough, it wasn’t like Tomura showered as frequently as he probably should but what the fuck??  

With you rushing in late, chest out and panting every now and again from your apparent sprint across campus, Tomura was certain he’d be subjected to a whole 6 weeks of watching you try to mount that fucking Kai dude instead of actually working. 

This was going to be a nightmare. 

From the end of the table, he saw you shifting and turned to find that stupid fucking smile flashed his way once again. 

If you had a tail, he’d bet it would be wagging. 

“Hey, well that’s convenient,” you chuckled and plopped down directly next to him, sliding your noisy ass drink across the table with you and brushing against his thigh when you shifted your bag to the side. 

“Yeah,” he nodded.

It most certainly was not. 

But Tomura would never say that because—as his roommate put it so kindly—he was kinda a pussy. 

People made him nervous, they always had. That’s why he liked computers so much. Code made sense, there were clear rules and when something didn’t work out, he could fix it eventually, but you couldn’t see people’s codes. You had to fucking guess at shit and it made his anxiety skyrocket which the sides of his neck and finger tips suffered for. 

So he cowered like the fucking dog you probably thought he was instead and kept his eyes on the floor, letting you set up in silence. 

“Who was our third?” you asked, glancing around the room. “Sorry, I was busy making a shared drive and I came in  late so I missed that last bit.”

Why the hell did you feel the need to apologize all the goddamn time? Seriously, who would believe you were actually sorry for being irritating as hell. 

And god if he thought you were irritating. 

“Kai,” he grumbled simply as the man in question sauntered over to the table and fucking Clorox wiped down the seat before sitting.  

Tomura watched your smile falter just a bit and grinned inwardly at the slip in your fake little persona. But you didn’t say anything more, just moved your chair back so the three of you were in a semi-circle and pulled up a few pdfs on your laptop. 

“Cool, so I was looking over the directions on the syllabus last week and I set up a little work delegation thing so we can distribute everything pretty evenly,” you jumped right in, tone matter of fact in the down-to-business manner he was used to hearing from you during class discussions. 

It was better than you so clearly forcing yourself to be overly polite, and he honestly couldn’t really care less if you wanted to take charge of this thing. You seemed kinda bossy, but he begrudgingly admitted that your suck up behavior did mean you sort of knew what you were talking about. He was just here to pass and you might actually make that a lot easier. 

It was okay as long as he was taking advantage of you, he told himself. And you would be too stupid to notice, so he could play your game and play pretend nice all the way to an A. 

That walking condescension on the other hand— 

“I’m not doing that,” Kai huffed through his ever-present mask. 

Tomura wasn’t actually sure he’d ever seen the bastards face without it. 

“What?” you laughed awkwardly. “Yes you are, you don’t really have much of a choice.” 

You stared at your classmate who simply stared right back with his own, equally confused expression. 

“Why do you look so surprised?” you asked after a moment of silence. 

You weren’t smiling anymore and your voice had dropped down about a fucking octave. At least you sounded more like a person and not some wannabe uwu gamer bitch.

“People don’t talk to me like that,” Kai looked at you down his nose, legs spread wide and elbow resting on his knees. 

Tomura could feel the pretentiousness wafting from him in waves, and waited with bated breath for you to get kicked off your pedestal. Just a bit though, he did need you around to do most of his work for this thing. 

But in a shocking turn of events, you just laughed dryly twice and turned back to your laptop screen, mumbling as you did. 

“Really? Well they should.” 

Tomura would have laughed too, but he didn’t feel like inflating your ego. Kai on the other hand looked a bit like you’d just spit on shoes and furrowed those stupid, plucked thin eyebrows at the back of your head. 

“So Tomura, you code right?” you asked, turning away from Kai completely to address him. “I just remember you saying you were in comp sci when we did introductions.” 

He was taken aback by the knowledge that he existed as a person in your head outside of this room for a moment and simply nodded—suddenly feeling far too hot in his black on black sweats and hoodie. 

God just talking to you made his skin burn. 

“Great, cause we’re allowed to chose the medium we present in and I was thinking of taking it in a more creative direction cause I’ve had this prof before and he eats that shit up,” you begin to ramble again, scrolling through a bulleted list, shifting the screen for him to see. 

“Right,” he murmured, still surprised you’d thought this far and not...actively hating what you’d brainstormed. 

Well, it was a bit juvenile and you clearly didn’t know what you were talking about but the concept wasn’t horrendous. He could work with that and it shouldn’t be too hard. It kinda seemed like you’d overestimated a bit with how challenging it would actually be and saddled yourself with most of the heavy lifting. That or you were just a control freak which was a little more believable.

He wished you would stop looking at him over the edge of the screen. He could feel himself starting to sweat. Rivulets falling down the nape of his neck and racing across his bare chest under the sweatshirt. Tomura sorta regretted not wearing a shirt underneath but he knew that he wouldn’t have taken off the insulating layer even if that had been an option. 

It would just mean you had more drying, pale as fuck skin to look at and judge him for because he knew that’s what you were doing. Fucking vapid and shallow like everyone else. 

“It’s really rough so far, but I have it the gist outlined,” you indicated to another tab and then turned back to Kai who had been sitting silently glaring daggers into your back. “So, Kai, since you’re in STEM I figured you’d be okay with doing more of the preliminary research—”

“I don’t think so,” Kai interrupted, shaking his head and pushing off his knees to lean back in the cheap, plastic seat. “Look, it’ll be easier for all of us if you two just make it look pretty and I can handle the oral presentation.” 

You gaped and looked to Tomura with this pathetic fucking incredulous stare, like you thought he’d back you up. 

Which actually, now that he thought about it was probably a good idea—he did need you to remain somewhat cordial with him—but he certainly didn’t care enough to defend you in any way. Kai was a dick, sure, but he wasn’t gonna let you rope him into being your white knight or whatever. 

He settled for a similarly disgruntled downward twitch of his lips. The movement pulled at the cracking skin which stung as it tore open even more. Tomura felt the familiar crawling feeling on his neck and shifted in his seat to resist the urge to scratch. 

He couldn’t pinpoint why exactly you staring at him was so uncomfortable. He didn’t like you, he didn’t care about you and by extension didn’t give two shits what you thought of him, but anything he might have said shriveled on his tongue when you spoke or looked in his eyes too long. 

Tomura had never made a habit of talking to females and they certainly had never wanted anything to do with him either. 

Maybe he was fucking allergic or something. 

Whatever the case, you seemed to take his half frown as a sign of solidarity and leaned back in your own seat. 

“Okay, look,” you retorted. “If you’re seriously not gonna at least try to cooperate, then there is actually an option to do the project by yourself and I suggest you take it.” 

The look on your face was distinctly impolite. There was a sharpness to the set of your jaw that Tomura had never seen before, but it looked practiced enough that he could bet it was simply the snake that resided in every woman just waiting to come out. 

“Look sweetheart—” that masked jerk began, also for some fucking reason looking to Tomura for support. 

For someone who was very much used to blending into the background scenery, this was the most eye contact Tomura had ever made in a day. 

Except on the rare occasions his roommate had friends over and he had to make the dreaded trek from his room to reach the fridge. 

“Oh yeah I’m not doing that,” you closed your laptop sharply and rolled your eyes. “I get it, but I’m really just trying to graduate. I don’t think this is going to work out and you,” Tomura froze as you shifted your gaze to him once again, “seem okay, so Tomura and I can just work this out by ourselves and you can find a different group.” 

Kai scoffed behind the black layer of fabric covering his mouth and slung his backpack over his shoulder. “Whatever.” 

Tomura watched him saunter straight out the door as the room was filled with the shuffling of notebooks and zipping of backpacks. 

“God,” you huffed and turned back to him. 

His raw skin burned under the new wave of heat and accompanying moisture that slicked his skin when you scooted closer to him. That clean laundry and shampoo smell was suffocating from this proximity. 

Did you fucking bathe in the stuff? 

He was becoming increasingly aware of his less than pleasant aroma and the fact that you not scrunching your nose up in disgust just out of some stupid, ingrained need to appease him. 

“Well, that was...weird,” you chuckled in a way that was probably meant to break the tension. 

Unfortunately Tomura felt more like he was about to break out in hives if you came any closer so it really just ended up making the atmosphere ten times more awkward. At least for him. You, somehow, remained resolutely unaware. 

“Mhm,” he hummed in response and picked silently at the skin of his fingers. 

“Anyway, I have a meeting in a few but we can trade numbers and pick a time to meet up sometime tomorrow maybe?” you suggested, quickly saving the steadily degrading vibes of the conversation and pulled out your phone. 

He really hated the full body pulsation that rushed through him at the thought of getting a girls number. It made him fucking sick at himself for falling into your stupid trap to get him interested. Was your plan to just use him to get a good grade or whatever and then block his texts?

It wasn’t like Tomura didn’t know about his status as the class ‘freak.’ That one guy everyone whispers about and makes sure not to sit next to. And he knows you know, so why the hell else would you act so nice?

He wanted to say something scathing in return. That he could do the whole thing by himself too—which he definitely couldn’t but that was irrelevant—and that he didn’t need you bossing him around either. 

“Sure thing,” he said instead and took your offered phone all too eagerly, typing in his number and watching as you shot off a text back so he’d have yours. 

His phone buzzed against his thigh and he jumped a fourth time, but you seemed not to notice as you packed your bag and grabbed your basic ass drink. The ice clattered against the tumbler, dropping cool condensation against the searing skin of his hand. 

Tomura shivered as you waved over your shoulder and slipped out the door with another rush of students. 

He sat silently in the empty room for a moment, trying to process the last hour. He pinched himself idly, wondering if it had all been just a weird dream, but the results were inconclusive. A minute or two passed before he pulled out his phone to scroll through the list of reddit and discord notifs to find your text. 

Unknown Number:

— pEopLe DoN’t TaLK tO mE liKE ThAt 

— not very plus ultra of him...smh

— anyway, library at 6 tomorrow ?

 Tomura caved, digging his nails into the side of his neck and hissed at the pain, confirming the day's horrible reality. 

[liaarchived]

Hi fellow Taurus bestie…I’m a long time reader and first time anon 🙈 so I got this idea and I had to share incase you wanna write about it 👀 anyways…I was listening to Slow Down by Chase Atlantic and this time the lyric “she said fuck me like I’m famous, I said oh-kay” stuck out to me and I was like wait a min 🤔✋🏼 what if there was a fic where the guy (I thought of Bakugo/Kuroo/Iwaizumi 🙈🙈🙈) was a singer and the reader is his crush/new gf…?? Anyways!! They’re getting ‘into it’ after a show/concert and she’s like… “if you can fuck as good as you sing, show me.” And he’s like bet and he wrecks her, breaks her back and all that

Anyways lemme know whatcha think bestie…🙈 I was kinda nervous to send this but I was like fuck it lemme do it before I forget and yeah…

A/N: Taurus Bestie🥺 You’re brain is immaculate please. Don’t ever hesitate to send me asks! I love interacting with y’all, I’m just not very good at initiating :(( I love this idea so much and I really thought it fit Iwaizumi well so I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “If you can fuck as good as you can sing, show me.”

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Iwaizumi x fem!reader

Warnings: spit, oral (reader receiving), daddy kink, impact play, degradation, praising, swearing, hair pulling, choking, creampie, breeding if you squint, heavily unedited bc I hate editing my own smut😔✊🏼

Word count: 2.43k

You and Iwaizumi had been friends since high school, but even so, you had never been to one of his band’s shows before. Sure you had heard him sing many times and you knew he was talented, but this experience, getting to watch him from a VIP box while hundreds of thousands of people were cheering for him and singing along to his music? It was absolutely surreal. You admired how Iwaizumi seemed to belong on that stage.

However, the scene of Iwaizumi singing his heart out was doing things to you. Tonight was the last show of his tour, after that he was planning to go on hiatus for a few months before going back to the studio with his band. This was it. You had backstage privileges, courtesy of the singer himself, and you planned on making your move tonight. When Iwa left for his tour at the beginning of the year you were faced with some surprising feelings.

You realized you missed him more than just a friend should…

The set ended and the crowd was still going wild. You make your way backstage as the band plays a final encore song. When Iwaizumi emerges from the stage, sweat gleaming off of his ink littered muscles you practically salvate at the image. The lead singer immediately sets his eyes on you and makes a beeline towards you.

Iwaizumi doesn’t give you a chance to say anything. It had been over a year since he had last seen you in person and his adrenaline was running high. It was now or never. So he scooped you into his arms and crashed his lips to yours. As soon as the shock passes, you reciprocate his extremely passionate kiss.

Iwaizumi hums in approval at your quick submission and bites your lower lip before pulling away, letting a string of saliva form keep the two of you connected before it snaps.

“Shit, Yn. You know how long I’ve wanted to do that. I missed you so much it was maddening.” He lays his sweaty forehead on yours, pupils blown wide with adrenaline and lust.

You giggle at his declaration. “Missed you too, Haji. Where are you staying?”

A deep chuckle escapes his swollen lips. “At a hotel, Princess. Why?”

“Want you to show me if you can fuck me as good as you can sing.” You grin devilishly and Iwa returns the expression.

The musician opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by one of his band members who has already been eyeing you. “Hey, Iwa! Ya coming to the after party or what?”

Iwaizumi slings his arm over you. “Nah, man. Go on ahead without me. I got a different party to attend.”

The band member chuckles and shakes his head before waving and taking his exit.

You two lead by example and take your own exit.

The second the two of you make it to Iwa’s room, he has you pressed against the wall with his lips attached to yours. His tongue has already made it past your lips, exploring the cavern of your mouth, occasionally dancing with yours. You moan into his mouth, and as much as you don’t want to, you have to pull away for air.

Iwaizumi takes this opportunity to trail kisses along your jaw and down your neck. His hands, which were previously holding onto your hips in a bruising grip, move up your torso under your shirt. He makes a delighted chuckle when he notices that you're not wearing a bra.

“Hmm not wearing anything underneath your shirt to my show? Is that why your tits looked absolutely delectable bouncing around while you danced during the concert, huh?”

You whine as his hands grope at your chest and tweak your nipples. “Hah-fuck- wanted you to have something to look at, Haji-“

Iwaizumi cuts you off with a low growl and a particularly pleasing pinch of the nipples. “No. I’m not Haji right now, Princess. Say it.”

You let out a moan at the singer’s insinuation. “Wanted you t-to have something to look at, Daddy.”

“Mmm well you certainly didn’t disappoint, Princess. Had a hard time keeping my eyes off of you.” Iwa chuckles while he lowers himself down to his knees. “Between how cute your ass looks in this short little skirt of yours and your tits I almost lost my damn mind. Messed up a few lyrics thanks to you, Princess.”

You whimper as the singer nips and sucks on your inner thighs. “Fuck- Daddy… Wanted your attention. Didn’t mean to distract you.”

Iwaizumi’s lips are everywhere but where you need him most. He continues to kiss your thighs and lick them and give the occasional bite and suck combo. Your hands find their way to his sweat damp hair and tug, earning a groan and particularly harsh bite from the man below you. You whimper at the singer’s rough ministrations. Your head is thrown back on the wall behind you as Iwaizumi inches closer to where you want him.

“Daddy, please~” You tug on his hair eliciting another groan.

Iwa looks up at you in amusement. “Hmm what do you want, Princess? Gotta use your words, Pretty Baby.”

You huff in frustration but indulge him anyway. “Need your mouth and tongue, please~”

A chuckle can be heard but you’re no longer looking at Iwaizumi. “I’m giving you my mouth and tongue aren’t I. Princess? Is it that you need them somewhere specifically?” Iwa kisses your lower pelvis, just above your clothed clit.

“I- hah- Fuck, Daddy need your mouth and tongue and fingers in my pussy and on my clit. Please, please, please~ Need you s’ ba- ngh~”

Iwa cuts you off by the sting of him ripping your panties apart and diving his tongue into your drooling cunt. The slurping noises he’s making are obscene but you don’t have time to be embarrassed because at that very moment the singer replaced his tongue with two fingers and reattached his mouth to your clit. You moan and tug harshly on his hair, Iwa lets out his own moan that reverberates throughout your entire being.

“Mmh- Fuck~ feels so good, Daddy. S’ much better than my own fingers- Oh my- fu- fuck right there please keep touching me right there, Daddy…”

You're lost in your own pleasure and you don’t even notice the way Iwaizumi is watching you. His eyes gleaming with pride and lust at the thought of you feeling so good because of him. He can feel himself growing uncomfortably hard but ignores the nagging heat pooling in his lower abdomen. His focus solely on making you cum at least once before he lets himself fuck you senseless.

Judging from your increasingly desperate pleas, you were close to giving Iwa what he wanted. Your fists in the man’s hair are clenched so fiercely that your knuckles have turned a lighter shade than the rest of your skin. Your breathing has increased in both speed and volume, moans and whimpers constantly spilling from your lips, keeping you from forming any coherent sentences.

Iwa chuckles and you nearly screech at the sensation that shoots through your body from his amusement. “You gonna cum, Princess? You sound so damn desperate. Sounds like you’re gonna cum all over my mouth, hm?”

It takes everything you have to respond, knowing if you don’t it may not end well for you. “Hah— F-fuck— mmmm gon’ cum— wan’ cum— Daddy~”

“Do it, Princess. I want to drink up all that you got.” Iwa starts curling his fingers inside of you and that’s what does you in. Your back arches and you nearly scream from the sudden burst of white hot pleasure. Iwa doesn’t slow down his ministrations either. His fingers curling incessantly and tongue lapping up everything you have to offer him. Your mind becomes fuzzy and you don’t even register Hajime picking you up and tossing you onto the king sized bed.

In your dazed state you hardly recognize that Iwaizumi is speaking to you until his hand is cradling your cheek. “Hey. Princess. You with me? I need you to tell me you’re good before I move further, okay?”

“Daddy… ‘m good, want you to fuck me now, please~” You sigh at the thought of Iwa filling you up and begin to grow impatient.

Hajime chuckles. “That’s my pretty baby. Can you strip and get on your hands and knees for me, Princess?”

You nod and quickly remove your remaining clothing. You make a show of turning around and arching your back just to wiggle your ass up at Iwaizumi. A low groan can be heard as a result of you teasing the man behind you. Then suddenly your body is jolted forward as you mewl at the impact of Hajime’s palm connecting roughly with your ass.

“Such a fuckin’ tease, Princess. Havin’ your tits out on display, wearin’ that cute lil’ skirt, and now shakin’ your plump ass at me. Hmm,” Iwa caresses the cheek he had just previously assaulted. “ I would punish you if I didn’t wanna stuff this pretty lil’ cunny of yours with my fat cock. Maybe next time, hm? Bet you would like that wouldn’t you, Princess?”

You take in a shuddering breath before responding desperately. “N-no not doin’ it on purpose, daddy. Promise~ Wanna be your good girl please~”

“I think you’re body is betrayin’ you, Princess, the way you just gushed from a single smack to the ass tells me otherwise. I think you like being a naughty little cockslut, hmm, like being punished. But I guess for now we can pretend you’re my good girl, hm?” With that Iwa rubs the tip of his cock up and down through your folds lamenting his previous words of stating just how wet you were for the musician. “You ready for me, Princess?”

Instead of answering you push back into Iwa’s touch and sink the tip of Iwa’s length into your dripping entrance with ease. Large fingers dig into your plush ass to stop you from going further and lull a whimper to pass through your lips. Iwa leans down and growls into your ear. “Such a fuckin’ impatient and bratty little slut, hm? Couldn’t wait for me to put it in. Had to take it upon yourself?”

As Iwa growls into your ear about how much of a brat you are as he’s sinking himself deeper into your pussy. Your eyes roll back into your head. His sheer size alone brings you close to your second orgasm. You can hear breathy curses fall from Iwa’s lips. His fingers dig deeper into your ass as you dig into the pillow you’re whimpering into.

“F-fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking tight. This pretty little cunny is already squeezing me so tight. You that close, pretty baby? Just from me putting my cock in you, fuck that’s so fuckin’ cute.” Hajime releases one of his grips on your cheeks to tangle his fingers in your hair and experiments with a gentle tug. He’s more than pleased with your reaction as your back arches further and multiple whimpers stumble out of you.

The coil that’s been building in your stomach is snapped by Iwaizumi bottoming out with his tip prodding your cervix. You wail and violently clench around the musician as your vision blurs. You’re babbling nonsense while Iwaizumi throws his head back.

“Oh fuck, Princess. You really came from me just bottoming out. Fuck, your such a desperate little cockslut. Feel so good, sucking me in like this-- shit think you got one more in ya my pretty little cockslut?”

You whimper and plead. “D-daddy, please~ Want you to move-- need you to fuck me so good~ Please~”

Iwa amusedly chuckles at your babbling but grants your wish anyway. His hips draw back slowly, allowing you to feel every single throbbing vein on his dick and once he’s pulled out to just the tip he lands a harsh smack to your ass and snaps his hips into you. His rough pace doesn’t let up after that. He’s ramming into you as you cover your screams with the pillows underneath you. Iwa clearly has other ideas, though, as he tugs on your hair to pull you off the slobber stained pillow.

“Shit-- Wanna hear those pretty screams, Princess. Let everyone know that ‘m making you feel good okay?” After no reply Hajime tugs on your hair again,

“Y-yes daddy! You’re making me feel so f-fuckin’ goo’! Gonna make me cum ‘gain- mmmm fuck~” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Iwa brings you up to his chest and changes the angle.

He’s reaching further into you and if it weren’t for his arms securely holding you-- one wrapped around your waist, the other crossed your chest and his hand gripping your neck-- You probably would be thrashing in pleasure. Iwa leans down to place his mouth right next to your ear and growls.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck pretty baby. ‘M so fuckin’ close. You gonna cum with me, Princess? Gonna cream all over me while I fill you up with my cum? Bet you'd like that hm? Your slutty little cunt filled to the brim with my cum?” Iwa moves his hold around your waist to play with your clit.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and let out a silent scream. “Shi- oh my- Fuck, daddy, gon’ cum, want you to cum with me. Cum in me, please! Fuck! Daddy ‘m cumming- shit~ “

You’re seeing stars and screaming incoherently as you vaguely register Iwa’s grunts and sloppy thrusts. His hot seed spurting into you as he rides out both your orgasms. Your vision comes back to you and you feel yourself slump into the musician's hold. You hum contentedly as you feel Iwa begin to soften inside of you.

He peppers you with kisses and nuzzles himself into your neck, causing you to giggle. “Fuck, Princess. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hold ya like this.”

“Hmm what a couple of idiots huh?” Iwa looks up at you and chuckles.

“I guess so,” you squeal as Iwa flips the two of you so you’re on your back with him hovering you, expertly keeping himself inside of you, “we’ve got some catching up to do now don’t we, Princess?”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “W-what do you mean? We’re not done?”

Iwa chuckles as he slowly begins to pump himself into you. You whine from sensitivity. “Princess, we’re just getting started.”

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[tanniefm]

boyfriend | jjk (m)

summary - jungkook knows what you need and definitely knows your husband can’t give it to you like he can.

pairing - jungkook x (f) reader

genre - cheating au, fwb, porn with very little plot

word count - 1.7k

song inspo - boyfriend by ray j (i literally couldn’t stop thinking of this man while listening to this song it was becoming an issue)

warnings - infidelity, explicit language, soft dom jk, sub reader, daddy kink, praise kink, it’s kinda angsty at the end oops.., pet names, kook’s very sweet but :(, subspace, hints of dumbification, jealous kook cause he loves you, unprotected sex (please don’t be stewpid like these two), jungkook in sweatpants and a ponytail (the ultimate combo)

a/n - AHHHH hi this is my first fic (more like a drabble but you get the point) like ever and i did nawt feel like editing anymore than needed cause i was afraid i’d end up deleting everything...with that said!! i really hope you enjoy and sorry if it’s cringy or wtv umbdhb yeah enjoy! oh also merry christmas if you celebrate 🥺🥺

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You knock on his door hastily. You texted him a few minutes earlier because you just couldn’t take it anymore. You tried to be a good wife. A good, loving, perfect wife for Jacob. But he’s driving you fucking crazy. He won’t listen to you, won’t thank you when you do things for him, and he damn sure can’t fuck you like he can. You and Jungkook have been friends for the longest. He knows everything about you and that’s probably why he can make you cum as hard as he does. You hate that it got to this point. One heated argument with Jacob a few months back is all it took for you to come to your best friend's apartment to vent and next thing you knew you were having the best sex you’ve ever had. Now you crave him constantly and you’re not even sure if you feel bad about it.

You instantly clear your thoughts when Jungkook opens the door with a smug look on his face. Fuck, he looks good. Hair in a ponytail, his black long sleeves rolled up, putting his various tattoos on display. And to your delight, gray sweatpants tight enough where you can clearly see him hard as hell. You automatically launch into his embrace and kiss him needily. He knows you, he knows why you’re here. And he’s happy to give it to you. He smiles and chuckles into the kiss and closes the door behind him. He backs you up against the door and pulls away, much to your dismay. He giggles as you whine from the loss of his lips on yours. 

“What’d he do this time, pretty girl?” he says softly as he cups your face. His hands are so pretty, you think. They're so big and make you feel so good. He’s so big. He loves making you feel cute and small, like he’s the only one that can take care of you. You think he might be right.

“Couldn’t cum…” you whine. There’s a tiny pout on your face and Jungkook thinks you’re adorable. He’ll never say it out loud, but sometimes he wishes you’d just leave him to be his. You and him both know that won’t happen though, you’re very adamant that you love Jacob. Whatever, Jungkook will take what he gets. As long as he has you.

He smiles and mockingly pouts back. “I know baby, you need me to take care of you, hm? My baby needs me to make her feel good?” He pecks your forehead softly as you whine some more. You’re so needy, he has no idea why that dude refuses to listen to you when you ask to try different things in bed. Vanilla is cute every now and then but Jungkook knows you want more. You like to be thrown around and choked but you also love when you’re praised. You like being a good girl but you’re also a fucking brat. You like to be kissed, and cuddled, and babied after you have consecutive orgasms. Jungkook knows you, so why doesn’t he?

You nod and fist your hands into his shirt. You need him, badly. He’s all you could think about while you and Jacob were having sex. All you asked was if he could pull your hair a bit and he looked at you like you were crazy and told you no. It’s one thing to not be comfortable with doing certain things, but to look at you like that and not even hear you out? It stung, and all you wanted was for Kook to take care of you like you knew he would.

“I asked for him to pull my hair and he looked at me like I was stupid. I-I just wanted to try something different for once and he refuses to do anything I want to do. I need you Kookie please I’m so wet I can’t-“ 

“Shh sweetheart, it’s ok. Come on, I’ll take care of it.” he cuts you off gently and taps on the back of your thighs to signal you to jump. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in his neck and suck bruises into his smooth skin while he carries you to his room. He lays you on his bed and kisses you deeply. His hands slowly move your shirt up and out of the way as he makes his way down your neck. You quickly take your bra off and throw it to the side. You can tell he wants to eat you out but you’re very impatient. As much as you love his mouth on you, you desperately need his cock filling you up right now. He softly kisses your nipple and looks up. You’re pouting again. You’re even needier than he thought. He pulls your leggings down and zeros in on your panties. There’s a huge wet spot in the middle and he can feel his cock twitch. The string of arousal that attaches itself to your underwear while he pulls them down is driving him insane.

“My poor baby, you weren’t kidding when you said how wet you were, huh? Who made you this wet?” he says while he strips his shirt off, showing more of his copious tattoos. He loved when you traced them while he held you and hummed softly after you were sent deep into subspace. Maybe he can experience that again tonight.

“You did daddy,” Bingo. You weren’t even thinking when you said it, all you could think about was him him him. He froze before swiftly pulling down his sweatpants and you watched in awe as his dick spring up to his stomach. He’s so big, you need him so bad. He climbs back on top of you and kisses you roughly while teasing your entrance. He keeps running his tip up and down to spread around your arousal.

“Daddy, please I need you inside. Please don’t tease.” you whine. You’re squirming around and your eyes are starting to well up. Why isn’t he fucking you? Should you have come at all? What if he doesn’t want you anymore? Your mind is so fuzzy and negative thoughts are starting to swirl and pull you deeper and deeper-

“Hey hey, look at me. No more thinking baby, just focus on me. There you go, that’s my good girl.” he squeezes your hips as he pushes in. He can tell when you start overthinking, it’s one of the perks of being friends with you for so long. You moan loudly as he pushes deep inside of you. He quickly sets a rough pace once he feels you adjust and sees your eyes roll back in euphoria. You’re so beautiful. He loves that he can make you feel like this. You’re squeezing so tightly around him and everything feels so fucking good. He pushes your legs to your chest and you gasp loudly.

“Daddy it-it’s too deep! Oh my fucking God I- fuck!” you whimper as he goes faster.

“You can take it precious, I know you can. You’re doing so well. Taking me so well. Fuck- you’re always so good for me. My pretty little girl. Love this fucking pussy, shit!” he rambles. He can’t help it, just as much as he fucks you stupid he also gets into a headspace where he can’t think of anything but you. The pretty sounds you make, your tight ass pussy, your soft thighs he’s holding. And that stupid fucking man you’re married to. The thought of him makes him pound into you harder. He hates him, he really does. He hates him because he wants to be him. Jungkook would treat you like a princess if you were his. But you chose that lame ass dude.

“Does he fuck you like this? Hm? Does he know how much of a little slut you are for me? Does he know how much you need this dick to make you cum?” he growls. You shake your head and dig your nails into his biceps.

“No daddy it’s you, only you. No one else but you” you mumble. You’re so fucked out and so so close. Just a little more, a little longer.

“Fuck you’re getting so fucking tight. You gonna cum princess? My little slut gonna cum all over me? I know you want to baby, go ahead and let go for me” he switches angles and makes sure your clit is rubbing against his pelvis while he continually hits your g-spot. You nod quickly while he encourages you more and more. With a cry of his name, you finally let go. It only takes Jungkook a few more thrusts before he’s spilling inside of you with a whiny moan. He drops down and faceplants into your neck as you both pant heavily. You feel him peck your neck and face softly as he mumbles how good you were for him.

“My good,” forehead kiss, “precious,” cheek kiss, “baby,” nose kiss, “girl,” he finally reaches your lips. You smile and giggle at his cute antics. He always gets so soft after sex, you love it though. He gently pulls out and lays down beside you to tuck you in his arms. 

“You were so good baby. I’m so proud of you.” he says as he plants several kisses on the top of your head. You snuggle deeper into his chest and look up at him with starry eyes. Your head’s still fuzzy, but you feel safe with him. Jungkook is safe.

“I’m good?” you ask quietly. You were fuzzy, but you weren’t stupid. You knew what you two were doing is wrong. You knew you should break it off or at the very least leave Jacob. But you can’t, you still love him. You want to grow old with him. He just...can’t give you what you need sometimes.

Jungkook pauses. He wants to tell you to leave him. He could give you everything and more if you just leave him. But that always ends in an argument, and he hates arguing with you.

“Yes sweetheart, you’re perfect.” It’s ok. Jungkook can wait.

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Kiro, Gavin, Shaw and Their Kinks (NSFW)

Apologies for the lateness! This was a little difficult to write because I have so many ideas for our boys. Its so hard to stick to just one thing, but I hope this read is still enjoyable! 

Warning: NSFW

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Kiro (Overstimulation and Facesitting): 

Learning about what Kiro likes is pretty easy! He’s actually very vocal about the things he wants and likes to introduce his interests in very cheeky ways.

A perfect example would be, whenever he’s out touring and he sends you random pics of outfits or accessories that are definitely not meant to be worn outside the bedroom.

My Sunshine: Look at how cute this is! This would totally look good on you!

Miss Chips: A catgirl maid outfit?! I meaaaan...it does look really cute, but don’t think I didn’t notice that cat tail butt plug! And it comes with an open crotch thong too? What are you planning, mister?!

My Sunshine: 😜

One of Kiro’s favorite pastimes is eating you out. Just being able to taste you drives him wild. He loves it even more when you’re riding his face. 

You might be a bit apprehensive with doing something like that if its your first time. What if he accidentally suffocates? How would you explain that to Savin?

Don’t forget that Kiro wouldn’t mind passing out between your legs. He’d go down doing the things he loved most and that’s you and eating.

Jokes aside, Kiro doesn’t play when it comes to his meals and if you’re on the menu you better prepare yourself.

He’ll have your thighs on either side of him, your pussy, already wet and aching for him, hovering over his parted lips. If you hesitate to lower yourself, Kiro will blow a hot breath against you and lean up just enough to run his tongue over your slit, tempting you to lower yourself. 

Kiro likes having you grind yourself against his face, so he can glide his tongue along your folds as he holds your hips in place, lapping up the juices from your overly sensitive body.

In this position, you’re in control of the movements, but Kiro is the one who really holds all the cards with his skillful tongue. 

Speaking of overly sensitive Kiro’s love for pushing you to the limit knows no bounds. 

He loves seeing you pleading under or above him. 

You could be at your limit, shaking with tears threatening to fall from the sensation of your body throbbing and he’d still keep going. 

“Come on, Miss Chips, you can handle a little more, right? That’s a good girl...let me hear you....”

Honorable Mention: Roleplay

Gavin (Creampies and Cockwarming): 

Finding out what Gavin’s kinks are is super difficult because he never talks about them. 

You’ll have to ask him and even then he’s just like “I don’t really have any preferences.” DON’T BELIEVE HIM! HE’S LYING! 

Once you’ve convinced him that you’re open to trying things then he’ll hesitantly slide in a few ideas the next time you get intimate.

Gavin likes a lot of things when it comes to having sex with you, but he does have a few favorites.

Filling you with his cum and cockwarming are the top two.

Gavin loves cumming inside you for a number of reasons.

One, he loves the look on your face as he fills you with his seed.

You’ll look up at him with half lidded eyes, eyebrows knitted together and  parted lips, struggling to let out a final moan and Gavin is just so enamored with you in that moment. 

Now for the second reason, your man has a borderline breeding kink, but will never admit it.

You already know Gavin would want nothing more than to have a family with you, so this shouldn’t be a surprise. However, admitting that he likes knowing that one of these days you two will slip up and a baby or babies would be the end result of your passionate night together would probably kill him.

After a night of lovemaking, Gavin likes being inside of you for as long as possible.

There’s a level of intimacy that far surpasses that of the actual act of sex when you’re laying on his chest, no words just the sounds of soft breathing, and the warmth of you surrounding him. 

He’s never felt more connected to you than when you share moments like that. 

That being said, if you’re ready for round two all you have to do is move your hips painfully slow and you’ll feel him get hard inside of you.

“Mmm...if you keep moving like that... I can’t....promise you’ll be able to sleep tonight.” 

Honorable Mention: Breasts Worship

Shaw (Electrostimulation and Public Sex): 

Shaw likes a little danger and the thought of you bent over as he fills you up at the risk of someone finding you in such a position is such a thrilling feeling. 

And he loves to take you in random places. In an alley, bathroom of some nightclub, police station, ect. 

He’s such a tease about it too. You two could be on a packed train with your body pressed against him to avoid touching others and you suddenly feel his hands caressing your thigh and ass. You’ll glare at him and all he’ll do is smirk.

God forbid, if you’re wearing a dress or skirt because he will slip between your legs, push your panties to the side and stroke your sensitive clit. 

When whimpers escape your lips as he slowly moves his fingers, you’ll have to bury your face in his chest to prevent others from hearing you. 

You’ll be upset with him afterwards, but more upset with yourself because you’ll want nothing more than to do it again. 

Your most memorable moment is when the two of you were in an almost empty movie theater and he convinces you to sit on his lap. 

You got to cuddle while watching a movie, it was nice and sweet...until he started kissing your neck. 

You nudged him away a few times threatening to go back to your seat and each time his movements grew bolder. From sliding a hand up your blouse to him ripping your drenched panties so he could slide himself into you.

Your lucky the sounds from the movie were loud enough to block out your moans and even luckier that the theater attendants didn’t feel the need to check all the seats. 

Was it crazy that a part of Shaw wanted them to find you being fucked like this? Of course and yet he was tempted to find out the consequences for such lewd actions.

Now, when you’re in closed quarters Shaw really likes using his evol to stimulate you. Obviously this comes with a lot of trust so Shaw will only use his evol with your permission. 

Once you give him the go ahead you’re in for an interesting experience. He pays very close attention to your movements so he can gauge how to use his evol. 

You’ll feel his fingers ghost over your nipples and your body instantly reacts to the light jolt from the tips of his fingers. 

One thing he loves to do while having his cock inside you is stroking your clit while using his evol. Its a three hit combo that’s sure to turn you into a trembling mess under him. 

“Look at you.. Haha...so naughty...begging for my cock like this. Want me to give you more?” 

Honorable Mention: Orgasm Denial 

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Bwah! Can’t believe I actually finished this one! I really hope you enjoyed it! For more MLQC stuff check out my masterpost!

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Can you do something with Wonwoo and Seungcheol going down on you????

↳ requested | 2.0k words

↳ seungcheol & wonwoo x reader smut

a/n: these two are such a great combo, honestly. the deep voice duo. no warnings, just some overstim and dirty talk!

“are you sure the door is locked?”

“it’s locked. no one is interrupting us.”

you watch wonwoo jiggle the door handle to express the lock is in place. it calms you down, knowing that no drunken straggler or an anxious freshman looking to escape the noise could possibly enter seungcheol’s bedroom. there’s a party that rages beneath the floorboards, to which you still taste the fiery shot of tequila that prickles against the back of your throat. the alcohol also cools your nerves. it’s the first time you’ve ever done something like this.

releasing a small sigh, you lean back into seungcheol’s chest and stare at the ceiling.

“everything okay?” he hums attentively, squeezing your hips.

“just nervous.” you reply as the butterflies multiply rapidly in your lower tummy.

you’re nervous, but you trust seungcheol and wonwoo more than anyone else in the frat. they couldn’t help note that you’d been rather tense lately upon settling into your new semester, leading them to propose an offer you couldn’t refuse: the two eating you out at their upcoming frat party. you’d be lying through your damn teeth if you said you never thought about either of them in a carnal light, their gritty, deep voices whispering exactly how they wanted to ruin you.

and as wonwoo kneels next to you on the bed, a mellow glint buried in his wolfish eyes, you can already feel your body ache for a risky touch. you’re dressed in a black tank-top and the tiny, lace pink underwear that wonwoo was insistent you wore. seungcheol had helped you remove your jeans earlier.

“you’re nervous?” wonwoo purrs, his fingertips drifting from the inside of your knee up to your inner thigh, “i’ll be sure to fix that problem for you, baby.”

you hold in a bated breath as wonwoo leans forward, his lips just brushing your ear, warm breath tickling against your sensitive skin.

“i’ll be sure to treat your pussy so well that it’s all you’ll ever think about.”

seungcheol chuckles at his friend’s dirty mouth. you can feel the older boy’s hands gently push up the tank-top’s bottom hem, revealing a sliver of your stomach. wonwoo kisses you, soft and sweet, only to pull away with a sinister colour to his face while his hand cups between your thighs. at the simple contact, your hips buck shallowly, and the two boys delight to have you already so desperate and pliable. wonwoo gently massages his fingers against you, grinning.

“can feel you getting soaked right through these pretty panties,” he runs his tongue along his bottom lip, “i’m going to have so much fun playing with you, sweetheart.”

wonwoo has you bend your knees and spread your thighs apart, allowing him enough room to view your wet core, how the arousal dampens slowly through your pink underwear. a deep sigh falls from your nose, and you reposition the back of your head against seungcheol’s shoulder in anticipation, watching as wonwoo presses his thumb pad to your heat so he can place teasing strokes. you squirm slightly, though seungcheol grabs your waist, keeping you held down.

“why’re you being so mean?” the older boy laughs. “she’s already whimpering.”

wonwoo smiles devilishly. he then makes piercing eye contact with you, just as he pokes out his tongue and draws a slow, light lick overtop your pussy. the material barrier is pure frustration. you can’t help but mewl upon observing wonwoo dig the tip of his tongue into your sensitive bud and push hard, delicious warmth and pressure radiating through the thin, pink cotton.

“because,” he grins, “i like watching such a pretty girl squirm.”

without indication of his next move, wonwoo suddenly twists your underwear aside with his fingers and drags his tongue against your glistening slit, prompting you to gasp loudly, your hips jolting upward. seungcheol slams you down, smirking at the magnitude of your reaction.

“how’s she taste?” the older boy coos, sounding intrigued.

wonwoo digs his tongue past your slit, collecting a thick, plentiful taste of your arousal, one that engenders his eyes to flutter shut while you feel his muscle twist deep inside you. the sensation is incomparable, and pleasure scatters beneath your skin like a jar of split glitter. he removes his sticky tongue with a throaty, satisfied groan and presses a wide lick up to your clit.

“you’ll know when you’re between her thighs.” wonwoo chuckles. “i could lick her pretty cunt all fucking day.”

seungcheol merely huffs in response, though he can’t seem to peel his engorged stare from the manner in which his friend pleasures your heat. still holding your underwear aside, wonwoo utilizes his free hand to continue teasing you. he begins rubbing circles against your swollen bud with the rough grit of his thumb, all while his slick tongue traces back and forth overtop your slit. you can feel how the juices trickle onto the bedsheets, creating a dark, damp print.

you’ve never been eaten out like this before – it’s cosmic, paralyzing even, and you’re so submerged in the euphoria that you didn’t realize the tears wetting your cheeks. wonwoo spreads your lips, the fine tip of his tongue swirling softly over your clit. immediately, you release a sharp cry and attempt to ride the boy’s face, your half-mumbled curses sounding over the strong bass that echoes from below. you keen to burst like a trapped flame.

“gonna cum, sweetheart?” wonwoo hums, his tone deep and smooth.

your bottom lip quivers, the perspiration glinting on your forehead as you struggle to piece together anything articulate. the sole thing you can feel is the slippery warmth of wonwoo’s tongue toying with your clit, how he switches between rhythmic patterns and delicate, teasing kitten-licks. your fingers flesh deep into the comforter beneath you, your chest arching.

“mmf—y-yes, g’nna cum, i n-need it bad. p-please, wonwoo? please please w-will you make me cum?” you plea unabashedly, your eyes hooded, hardly able to stay open.

seungcheol grits his teeth and curses under his breath at hearing just how lascivious and strained your voice has become. in fact, you can feel his hardening length poke into your tailbone, to which you’re positive that your ample squirming isn’t doing him any favours. all of a sudden, seungcheol’s hands are pushing up your top, revealing your perked, bare chest. wonwoo’s eyes glimmer upon seeing your breasts. he nips at your clit and chuckles roughly.

“fuck, that’s hot. touch her chest, seungcheol,” he orders, “i want her to cum so fucking hard that it drips all over my face.”

the older boy doesn’t hesitate to heed wonwoo’s guttural command. his large, warm palms grasp snuggly onto each breast, kneading the plush skin while you wither under the persistent stimulation. you turn your face into seungcheol’s neck, bottom lip quivering as wonwoo continues to harshly flick your swollen clit with his tongue. your climax reaches its tipping point when seungcheol rubs your nipples with his thumbs, euphoria completely basking your face.

in an uncontrollable surge, your back arches and your thighs attempt to bracket around wonwoo’s head, though the boy uses his strength to keep you still, splashes of your wet arousal glittering on wonwoo’s lips, nose, and chin. he only buries his face in deeper, taking a long breath of your scent and kissing over your sore clit. you can’t help but repetitively murmur his name, staring at wonwoo with half-lidded eyes while seungcheol pecks your temple.

“did that feel good, princess?” seungcheol purrs in his low, gravel tone, his hands unable to stop massaging your breasts.

“y-yeah, amazing.” you breathe out in response, to which wonwoo’s hot breath hits your core as he chuckles.

you see his tongue dart out to catch some of your cum that drips against his corner lip, evidently content at having your taste integrated so thickly on his palette.

“tired, baby?” wonwoo asks.

you shake your head. “n-no, i want more, please.”

despite your sensitivity and the dimming aftershock of such a perfect orgasm, there’s no way in hell you’re leaving the party without feeling seungcheol’s soft tongue prob between your thighs. the two boys exchange a satisfied grin before switching places on the bed. wonwoo releases a tight groan when you lean back into him, for your pressure is situated right against his erection, throbbing and painfully hard. he simply bites his lip and allows you to relax.

your fingertips curl into the bedsheets as you watch seungcheol examine the sopping, glimmering aftermath of your core, completely ruined and sensitive due to wonwoo’s expert tongue. at a careful pace, seungcheol presses two fingers past your slit, a low rumble sounding in his chest when he feels just how easily your walls suck in the digits. he pumps slowly, his large, brown eyes shielded by a carnal light upon hearing the sticky and lewd sounds creating your slick.

“so fucking wet…” he suddenly leans in and laps his tongue against your clit.

wonwoo slams your canting hips back down to the mattress, forcing you to properly withstand the warm sensation of seungcheol’s tongue laving messily against your bud, arousal soaking the boy’s fingers. you realize wonwoo is much more calculated when he eats you out. he teases and nips, only uses the very tip of his pink tongue, waits until you’re on the verge of tears before satisfying you with his lips suckling around your bud.

seungcheol is vigorous, hungry.

he licks at your pussy like he’s starved, completely overwhelming your shot nerves until there’s nothing but starry dots encompassing your eyelids, mouth permanently gaped open in a piercing moan. seungcheol effortlessly keeps your thighs apart with both his hands, now using only his mouth to spin you into oblivion. he pushes his tongue deep inside you, dragging the muscle against your walls, ensuring you feel how passionately he yearns to taste you.

“ff-fuck!” you cry out, heaving in a sharp breath, “c-can’t—nngh—t-too much!”

seungcheol smirks against your flesh, not allowing you a moments recollection before he’s parting your folds and taking your pulsing clit between his lips. he sucks hard, to which your entire body jolts, not knowing how to process the insane pleasure that mimics electricity running under your skin. the tears stream down your cheeks, incredibly cold against your neck, the room becoming hazy and the music seeming so distant.

“should i be gentler, honey?” seungcheol hums, tracing circles into your hipbones. “poor thing. your body’s so overwhelmed, hm? your pretty pussy can’t handle it?”

wonwoo trails his cool hands up your body. upon reaching your breasts, he gently takes each nipple between his index and middle finger, pulling up and pinching and squeezing your skin just to hear you mewl.

“you want us to stop, sweetheart?” wonwoo murmurs, placing kisses to your forehead that gleams with perspiration. “don’t want to ruin you too much.”

“n-no…” you shake your head, “w’nna cum… please…”

seungcheol smirks. it doesn’t take much longer before you utterly buckle. your second orgasm tears through you when seungcheol gently pulls back the hood of your clit to lick directly at the soft, swollen bud, his eyes closed in order to concentrate on the beautiful cadence pertaining to your every moan. your eyeballs roll back into your skull and your knuckles tremble as the pleasure deliciously melts. there is very little you can register in the aftermath, apart from knowing that an embarrassing amount of wetness had gushed from your core.

the next hour consists of the two boys slowly nurturing you back from the unprecedented intensity. while seungcheol fetches a damp washcloth to help clean the messiness between your thighs, wonwoo helps calm you down. he peppers light kisses to your shoulders and soothingly rubs your waist, attempting to work out the shivers that plague your body. by the time seungcheol returns, he has a water glass with him for you to drink later.

“you did so well for us, baby,” wonwoo hums against your ear, his voice a tranquil bass, “so, so well. you’re wonderful, you know that?”

your throat feels too parched; therefore, you don’t respond, only meet wonwoo’s stare with a sleepy smile and a slow nod. seungcheol guides the cloth cautiously between your legs.

“if you want, you can stay the night,” the older boy offers, “beds all yours, no problem.”

once seungcheol retrieves your clothes from the floor, he smiles sheepishly.

“plus, i gotta take care of some things.”

wonwoo huffs, his erection still pressed against your backside.

“same.”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

SOMEWHERE ON THE ROAD.

Marcus Álvarez x Jackson Teller' sister!Reader

Anon asked: how about an imagine of Alvarez x Jax little sister

Word count: 2.3k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💖

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“A woman isn't gonna touch my bike, pendejo”.

“Mexican, drug dealer and sexist, you have the combo, Álvarez”. You roll your eyes, taking him off the keys whilst he's focused arguing with your brother.

“Amma' fuckin' shoot you, puta”. He says then, trying to get the gun behind his kutte, before Jax stops him with both hands on his chest.

“Trust me, brother, no one will treat your bike better than my sister”.

“You better”. He threatens him with an aggressive tone, before having a sit in the nearest picnic table.

Of course, you know you're going to work with his dark eyes constantly on you. But you don't care. Once that your headphones are on and the motorbike is on the lift, you only get focused on figure out what's wrong with the engine. You try to turn it on, knowing by the watery buzz where the problem comes from. So you can get down to work.

Taking a hard plastic tube, you tuck it inside the gasoil tank, sucking by your lips the other extreme just one second, before the dark liquid start to fall into the pail close to your feet. And by the lumps it has, you know that the fuel pump is already k.o. But first you have to leave it empty. So when the tube is dripping every six seconds, you take it off to walk towards the tools closet, choosing the ones you need. You start dismounting the body of the motorbike, just to make easy unscrew the pump, cleaning after that some rest of fuel around the empty space with a brush. Throwing away the component, making a loud sound colliding with the floor, you can see sideways how the mexican tries to get up himself from the table, being stopped again by your brother's hands.

Cleaning yours on the jumpsuit, you turn over your feet to guide your steps to the right corner of the workshop. Opening another closet filled with cardboard boxes of different sizes, your fingertips tour every tag on them till you find the model you need. It takes you twenty minutes more, between assembling the motorbike again and fill the tank. You know it's ready to be used, but maybe clean it up could be a good gesture to the Mayans president. And you do it with extreme care, a new sponge and a soap that will give it more shine. It's an easy job, but you have to do it well. Finishing it by spraying a sun protector for the paint.

When it's already done, taking off the headphones of your ears, you walk close to the table offering him his own keys.

“Thanks for hiring the services of Teller Morrow, señor Álvarez”.

The man take them in silence with no gesture on his face, getting up so he can go to his bike and check it's already working. Of course yes. Jax raises both eyebrows with a huge and satisfied smile on his lips, and both arms supported on the table as his back, looking at the mexican.

“You impressed him”. Your brother says, holding your waist to push you into his lap, sitting there.

“Yeah, sure…” Rolling your eyes you palm his chest chuckling.

“Are you gonna come to the party tonight?”

“I don' know. Should I?”

“You should, daughter of Anarchy. Other charters are coming and I need a babysitter”.

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You're not into parties, that's not for you being the opposite of your brother. But as your mother always says ‘club goes first’. No matter where you look at, there are girls almost naked dancing around every men there and for you is pretty uncomfortable. You can't hide in a dorm, occupied by some member fucking one of those bitches. You can't hide in the clubhouse because they also don't need a dorm. You can't hide in the workshop because, well, same shit. So the only place secure for you it's the rooftop, where your father used to teach you about the stars on Sunday nights.

Lying on the floor with a beer next to you, you place your hands under your head, focusing on the dark sky and trying not to hear all the barbarities that are happening in the crowded yard. But the characteristic sound of the metallic door getting opened calls your attention. Alvarez is there, holding a small cardboard box in one of his hands. You turn at him just for a second.

“Shouldn't be the Mayans presidente joying the party?”

“Shouldn' do the same the ‘daughter of Anarchy’?”

Clicking your tongue and sitting up to have a drink from your beer, you curl your knees against your chest. He already knows by that gesture that you're not enjoying the celebration. Walking towards you, he offers you the box.

“Jax told me you said 'you like my leather handles”.

With a raised eyebrow, you take it opening the brown flap to find them. Aren't the same, but they're pretty cool too. Pursing your lips in a soft smile, you twist your neck in a funny gesture.

“Look at you, presidente. From calling me ‘puta’ to giving me a present”.

“I know how to recognize a job well done”.

“And complementing me”. You nod with your chin, joking on him a little.

“May I join you? I'm not into parties after a long week, chamaca”. He says, sitting down without waiting for a reply. “This morning I had the… feeling that you're like a locked bird”.

Taking away your gaze from him to the dark sky, you shrug your shoulders with a soft sight drowned in your lips.

“Who cares?” You ask then with a lower tone.

“Your family?”

You laugh bittersweet shaking your head, surrounding your legs with both arms and your eyes placed on the leather handles.

“Gemma and Jax live for the club. They just… dragged me to the life my father tried to save me from”. You say, and maybe it's reckless but you're tired of all these bullshit. “We don' have the same concept of family as the mexicans have. America is based in money and power. And if they have to kill their own blood to earn it... they don' doubt”.

It's painful, but it's the crude reality. He nods one time, whilst you're drinking again. And the man doesn't say anything else, narrowing your left shoulder for a second before getting up and leaving you there alone.

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Hard knocks hit the door of your dorm at the clubhouse. You stayed there the last night because of the last week you had to work most than never before, since other Mayans knew you fixed Álvarez motorcycle. It's almost eleven am when you watch somewhat sleepy the clock on the nightstand, looking at the entrance that Jax is crossing with a confused look on his face. Closing it after his steps, he sits in the edge of the bed. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes with your knuckles, you yawn exaggeratedly.

“I don' start till four”. You say feeling your throat pretty dry, after all the shots you drunk last night.

“What happened in the party last week?”

“What do you mean, Jay'?”

“Did you talk with Álvarez?”

“Yeah, more or less. He brought me something like a… present”.

“He put a proposal on the table”.

You growl a little bit confused with a firm sound.

“He's gonna open another two Mayans charters. That means he'll travel more often”.

“Good. So, what?”

“He wants you as his personal mechanic, riding by his side”.

A mix of feelings are running through your body, having to hide them all, pursing your lips and shaking your head for a second pretending that you're surprised. You are, but at the same time, you're not. Charming it's not a place for someone like you and Álvarez knew to see it.

“The question is…” Jax holds your hands with his, leaving a kiss on each back. “What do you want?”

His blue eyes are on yours. Maybe you can keep your secrets, your wishes and your concerns away from your mother. But it's impossible to keep them from him. And he even doesn't need words to know your answer. His gesture changes into something more unhappy and disappointed with the decision you're going to take. Jax can't help but letting a tear running down his cheek, putting his gaze away. You will still submerged in the MC's world, but at least, you're gonna be far enough from Charming to burn in hell. It's another way to save your life, as your father always wanted. As your brother does.

With a heavy and sad snort, he leans towards you with a hand on your nape pushing you closer, leaving a slow kiss on your forehead knowing that it's going to pass a lot of time until he will be able to kiss you again. You're already crying with your eyes filled with tears and a knot oppressing your throat.

“I never wanted this life for you… But I know he's gonna take care of you better than I could do it here”.

“Don' say that, Ja—”.

“It's true, (Y/N). Gemma loves you, more than she will ever love me, but all she wants for you is to suck the cock of a Son' and keep his house clean. You're not one of those bitches, you're a free soul. And no one will ever tame you. Don't let them, sister. You're more than a fuckin' pussy”.

Maybe they're not the best words to show his love, but you understand the jargon he's using.

“We will meet again, somewhere on the road”. You say swallowing, biting and licking your lips, remembering those words your father used to tell you.

“Somewhere on the road”.

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Farewells have always been hard and sad, knowing that you're leaving a piece of your heart in the town that saw you born. But it's not your home anymore, since many years ago. It's not the place that should fits you like a second skin. You haven't even looked back after you have turn on your motorcycle behind Álvarez's. And you haven't even looked back when you have passed away the welcome sign of Charming. It's not the way you would like to leave them, but someday you had to fly from the nest and you know that your father, wherever he is, is proud of you.

Night is falling down when you're reaching Oakland. You have never been there before, but looks like a good city to create your own roots. At least, is prettier than the sewer that Charming was. Álvarez makes a gesture with his right hand, being passed away by the other Mayans, before doing you another one. You speed a little your bike, placing by his side somewhat confused.

“Follow me”. He says louder, above the sound of your motorcycles. You nod without asking.

Going down the principal avenue, he turns to the left before a roundabout, driving for three minutes more on a secondary street till the music floods it. Making you a last one gesture, you park close to him, getting up and taking off the helmet. There are a lot of people on the street, dancing, laughing and eating as if it was a mexican festival. The happiness infects your body, looking around fascinated by all the colors hanging from the lampposts with different shapes. You're too focused to see the way Marcus is looking at you, walking some inches away from your steps. Putting your hands inside your pockets and turning above your feet just one second, you find yourself smiling with some naturally you didn't even know you could have.

“You like it, ah?” He asks then, bringing you back to real life.

“Yes”. You just say reaching him and letting the mexican place an arm on your shoulders.

Some minutes after you're sitting on the edge of a sidewalk eating a taco for first time in your life. You know what they are, but you haven't tried them before and it's really delicious.

“Welcome to the tribe”. He says after cleaning his mouth with a napkin, cheering his food with yours.

“Eating it was the ritual?”

“I can't have by my side someone who disrespect my gastronomy”.

You chuckle shaking your head, having another bite maintaining his gaze with yours, so he can see you're really enjoying it. Drawing after that an exaggerated smile, closing your eyes for a second. Marcus laugh loud, touching his shoulder with yours.

“Thank you”. You mutter then, pulling down a little piece of paper so you can eat the last bite.

“Fo' what?”

“You saved me, and no one asked you to do it. You could have walked away... keeping your business with Samcro and pretend you never heard anything that I said”.

“You said mexicans have a different concept than americans, but you were wrong, chamaquita. My family sold me too”. He replies, cleaning his hands as soon as he finish to light up a cigar. “Mayans. We're renegades. We're a family of people who were betrayed by their own blood, that's why ‘the club goes first’. And I want you to be part of it”.

That has sense. All the sense that there can be on earth.

“I want to give you a family. A family who will give their lives for yours, if it's necessary”. Having a smoke, he points your heart and your head with his free hand. “This and this can't be locked in a cage. You have too much to offer the world, (Y/N). I couldn't leave you there, rotting among scrap, putas and drunks”.

You nod for a second, taking the confidence to surround his closer arm to you with yours, resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“I can't promise you a good life, but a bullet to shoot it whenever it tries to fuck you down”.

“Socrates is crying with emotion because of your philosophy, Marcus”. You joke on him, calling the mexican by his name for the first time. Fact that doesn't seems that bothers him, accompanying your laughter with his.

“Wanna' meet the crew?”

“Of course. I'm ready to improve my spanish”.

“The show just have started”.

[secretsniper2]

A Walk in the Park

Morning, another dreary day ahead, usual routine, put my robe on, brush hair and put in ponytail, bit of makeup. Downstairs for something to eat and some coffee when i see it by the front door, a letter. Bit strange, i don't usually get letters but its addressed to me so why not check it out?

“Dear Emma, Our scouts saw you a few weeks ago and we believe you would be a perfect fit for our next event, you'll receive fair compensation for your time and equipment will be provided on arrival. we hope you accept.”

Looking over the letter again its as simple as its written, it even has a address, time and date, 5pm this Friday? well its not like im busy or anything, i was going to go to the movies with some friends but they bailed on me, and my account is getting rather empty.. sounds interesting.

“At least i now have something to DO in 3 days!” i chuckle to myself.

Sitting around the house with nothing to do, i think ill check out this address today while its broad daylight, its on the other side of town so i can walk through the park on the way and have some fresh air.

Sliding out of my robe i opt for a white shirt with black pants, always a good combo and some typical shoes for the park and walk. Busy today as usual as people rush in every direction on their way to wherever they are going, after a few brushes with clearly eager hands with 1 cupping my ass i manage to get to the park and take a breath, “pretty handsy today” i think to myself as i run my hand over my freshly groped ass. Another breath in and i continue away from the hands on crowd and move on.

Its quite impressive, iv walked past this building a few times before but this will be the first time i actually see the inside, its usually for high end events the kind of which id never enjoy, the high arches over the front door, the marble columns and statues lining the outside. what kind of job will it be anyway? im not good with food.

i shrug as i walk back through the park, longer route than i need but its a nice day to wander.

As i sit on a bench i can hear something i dont think iv ever expected to hear in a park, someone is moaning, quiet enough to not draw much attention but loud enough to hear if you get too close.. like me. Curiosity has me by the tits now as i turn to the bushes behind my chair and look around a large tree. Red hair swaying back and forth as right on the other side of the tree some girl is getting fucked, hard by her restricted moans, a red ballgag wedged tight in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes, the man wont see me if i stay behind the tree but with his eyes closed he couldn't see the girl his cock is ramming.

The girl has some small clamps on her nipples with her blue minidress pulled down under her breasts and pulled up over her hips, its nothing more than a loose corset right now, 6 inch heels padlocked to her feet and a collar locked around her neck. Rose red cheeks almost glowing with heat as her moans escape the gag, on closer look the man has his cock buried not in her pussy, its her ass he is stuffing, her pussy is vacant but there's something covering it that has a few wires running up her back leading to a purple remote.

My adrenaline skyrockets as the man starts looking around for observers but luckily looked away first so i leaned back around the tree and was not gone as far as they knew, my own cheeks red now after watching what's going on, my own pussy pulsing as arousal sets in, i slowly look around the tree and the man is gone, the redhead is still there, on all 4s and shaking in a euphoric bliss.

A hand, grasping my shoulder and neck, squeezing tight my surprise wasted on a sharp inhale rather than a scream for help, im spun around and his eyes are staring daggers into mine, normally i would be thrashing by now but the sheer surprise, this man who was just fucking the other girl places a wet hand over my mouth. fear over the cause for the wetness keeps my lips sealed as my eyes lock to his own. The remaining hand which had spun me around was already working on my pants, pushing under and into my long since wet panties, his large fingers pushing in without a moments hesitation as his knuckle grinds into my clit.

I orgasm, faster than iv ever cum before, what takes minutes for me with my vibrator took this man seconds with 2 large fingers, 2 large fingers which are now moving like pistons as im spun around yet again, my back to him as his hand that was over my mouth leaves his mark on my lips as my neck is grasped. led from behind to the other girl who is now sitting up, blindfold off and eyes gazing at me, my body under the command of another's forceful insistence.

The hand that had been massaging me close to another orgasm withdraws as he trails my own juices up under my shirt and pinches my nipple through my bra. The man commands and the girl responds by crawling up and begins to pull my pants down, white panties soaked and stuck to my pussy in full view to this woman as my pants are pulled down to my knees. A little giggle from the woman reveals shes removed her gag, handing it to the man who then lowers to the ground, my body falling after him, the woman crawling under my pants and looks up, face now between my legs as my panties are dragged aside by her thin fingers.

As i open my mouth to beg her not to continue i see a flash of red and my mouth widens in surprise, the gag the redhead was wearing, biting and drooling on was now buckled into my own mouth, biting instinctively against the situation the man begins pulling my shirt and bra up over my head. Im helpless and exposed, 1 arm from this man is holding both of mine behind my back and i cant beat his strength. His remaining hand cupping my breasts 1 at a time as his friend peals my panties off my pussy.

“She looks so tasty! how much can i have?” the redhead gleefully says like a child talking about chocolate.

“Till i say so” the man responds in a deep throaty voice.

Its all she needed to hear as her face sinks into my sex, her lips locking with my won and her nose presses against my clit, her tongue working my walls over and then sinking in for a better taste.

To say im the loudest moaner would be natural, of course iv never been gagged and eaten out by another woman before, her nose running back and forth as i cum right on her tongue which she slurped up with a desperation iv never seen on anyone before. the sounds of her moaning into my pussy sending shivers up my spine, why couldn't i just ignore the sounds?

Eyes shooting open at the thought, what if someone else is now watching me cum at the tongue of this woman with a gag in my mouth? ill be seen as the pervert here more than these 2! The hand that had been working my breasts moves again, this time to my gagged mouth, covering it easily he pinches my nose as well, i cant breathe! and this woman has doubled her effort, at this rate ill cum for a 3rd time in as many minutes!

Mind begging for air, brain screaming for it as my eyes fall on the mans face, his cold expression telling me that it wont end soon, muscles tensing as my pussy shakes with a tongue and fingers working hard, another orgasm slurped up by the hungry redhead and still the man holds tight, the woman now focussing on my throbbing clit which, till now has only been rubbed by her nose on occasion, hot lips tight at the base as her tongue caresses as she sucks hard.

a 4th orgasm tears through my body, iv never had 4 in a row, most iv had till now was 2 in a row. These 2 are pushing me and they don't care if i break! Air rushes in as the man releases my nose, waiting for the exhale he pinches again, the woman pressing fingers deep inside, my G-spot being massaged as my clit is sucked.

“Enough Cunt” the man says, loud enough to be heard by just us as the woman breaks away from my throbbing pussy, her handiwork was leading me to a 5th, release the man has taken away as the source of pleasure slides out from between my legs with her face glistening in my pleasure, a smile on her face and eyes on mine. the lights dim as im forced to pass out.. not here, with them.

“nooo..” i weakly say into the gag.

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Cold, wet, exhausted.. My eyes open and im alone, in a small, secluded alcove of bushes, no one would find her here but why am i here? im in another part of the park entirely! did they really move me while i was unconscious? at least my clothes are all back on, a bit forced, but with a noticeable difference.. my panties are gone, bra too.. my soaked pussy in my pants and rigid nipples rubbing against my shirt, its already chafing and i have barely moved!

“Home is.. that way” i think to myself as i shamble out of the bushes, my pants occasionally making contact with my hypersensitive pussy, my muscles jerk or twitch in response as it takes me 15 minutes to walk 3 minutes with me constantly looking over my shoulders, occasionally looking at others and becoming very aware of my nipples making their presence known to any who would look my way.

Safe, i think. Doors locked as i check the clock on the wall, iv been gone all day! how long was i out? did they do anything to me while i was unconscious? ill have to give my body a look in my room, walking up my stairs i look completely different compared to this morning, my neat hair in a ponytail? now a utter mess, my white shirt not missing a button and my nipples pressing through the thin fabric, my black pants now dirty and panties missing with a soaked pussy just underneath.

Stripping in my room i turn to my mirror, my breasts have bruises, my pussy burning red, clit still throbbing. looking at my soaked pussy my mind drifts back, i could have ran! i could have screamed! but i just watched and wanted and then joined them. was i really that needy? that pent up?

My hand already beating my mind to the punch as my fingers circle my clit, sitting on my bed i fall back as i work hard, my need burning again, harder than usual. My fingers clearly not up to the task i roll over to my bedside table, my toys will scratch this itch as usual, at least to release.

Why? WHY?! why did i enjoy what they did?! the man pinning me with 1 arm and the woman, that redhead, her mouth.. her lips, the skill and determination.. why did i love every second of her attention, rolling over, closing my legs, locking my vibrator against my clit it isnt enough! its always worked before,

“my favourite position and toy have never failed me before” i plead in my head as i curl into a ball as the vibrations stir me into a frenzy, memories of what happened still fresh in my mind, nipples pinched, clit sucked, pussy devoured.

“nnnngh! Cmmmm NNNNNNN” i grunt into my pillow!

why wont it work! i need to, i want to cum! why why whyyy! my mind racing with desire when a thought rose up. Moving my arms behind my back i grab my elbows with my hands and squeeze hard, i bite my pillow and moan as a colossal orgasm tears my pussy to pieces on its way out! the single largest orgasm iv ever had and my arms race to the vibrator and turn it off with tears in my eyes, i know what they did to me.. but what did they do to me?

[nakedmonkey]

Combo 360/411, Deborah/Ava

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Kink Prompts

They stumble into Deborah’s suite after celebrating one of Deborah’s smoother sets since they started touring. It went so well it warranted celebrating and so they’ve been drinking, and that makes Deborah think less about what Marcus will think if he sees them come out of the same room in the morning, which is how Ava finds herself pressed against the wall with Deborah’s tongue in her mouth and her hand up her shirt.

“You were late tonight,” Deborah says when she breaks their kiss, only to then trail her lips down the side of Ava’s neck.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Ava sighs. “I lost my room key.”

“I tried calling you.”

Ava hisses when Deborah pinches her nipple through her bra.

“I left my phone in the room.”

“That’s unacceptable,” Deborah sternly says before kissing Ava, harder this time, a little rougher than she kissed her in the past.

Ava loves it. She moans against her lips and then, she gets an idea.

“Is Daddy mad? Should I apologize?”

Much to Ava’s immense joy, and surprise, because they’ve only done this once before, Deborah pulls back and says, “Yes, you should.”

And if Ava weren’t pinned to the wall by Deborah, she sure as fuck would be on the floor because her legs are suddenly those of a baby deer.

“I’ll be more careful next time,” Ava says, already panting she’s so worked up. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Yeah?”

Deborah rakes her nails down Ava's ribcage, making her shiver.

“I don’t think you’re all that sorry,” Deborah says, tugging at Ava’s belt hoop.

Ava bites her lip, suppressing a moan while she stares at Deborah’s mouth, aching to kiss her again.

“You should probably teach me a lesson, then.”

“I want you to take off your clothes and bend over the desk over there.”

Deborah steps out of reach and proceeds to sit nearby on the sofa’s armrest, staring expectedly at Ava.

“Go on.”

After a quick thought back to getting ready for the show Ava can confirm that she’s wearing her best lingerie set–a gift from Deborah–and she begins to strip, starting with her shoes. Her pants and shirt follow, and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to contain a smile when Deborah’s lips part in a barely audible gasp she quickly suppresses by clearing her throat and raising her chin expectedly.

Lingerie is a hit, apparently.

Ava makes a show of taking off her bra by holding it out before dropping it on the floor.

“Cute,” Deborah notes and then motions at the matching lace underwear. “You’re not done.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Ava’s far too excited about this. She would skip toward the desk if she wasn’t sure it would completely ruin the mood. She knows a bunch of dykes back in LA who would commit multiple murders to be in her place right now. Earlier in the day, she’d sat across Deborah at the desk she’s draping herself over, working, and the fact is kind of sexy. The aged wood is cold against her bare skin, but she welcomes the pressure against her hardened nipples when Deborah appears behind her and pushes her flat down and then slides her palm slowly down the length of Ava’s back, stopping at her hip.

“You gonna be good and take your punishment quietly?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Deborah asks, her hand gliding back up Ava’s back, up her nape and into her hair. She grabs a fistful and tugs, leaning forward, lips grazing the shell of her ear when she repeats herself, “Yes, what?”

Ava shuts her eyes; just a moment to collect herself.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good,” Deborah says and releases her. “You get ten.”

Instantly, Ava misses the tug in her hair, the warmth of Deborah so near.

“No more being late,” she hears her say right before the first slap lands on her ass, her right cheek instantly stings a little, but it’s not so bad. It’ll get worse.

She gasps, but otherwise manages to keep quiet by biting down on her lip while her pussy throbs.

“That’s one,” Deborah states, before landing another on the opposite cheek. “Two.”

Ava’s fingers grip the edge of the desk and she presses her cheek down against the flat surface, her breath heavy through her nostrils, teeth still bearing down.

She has a thought then, about telling Kiki she might be into Deborah being mean to her, and wow was that confirmed hard.

Three and four come almost simultaneously and Ava attempts to press her knees together, except Debora is quick to push her knee between her legs, pressing herself against Ava’s backside for just a moment to tsk at her.

“Don’t do that again or we’ll start over.”

Ava sighs.

Five is noticeably harder and she can’t help the tiny whimper that escapes her and the moan that follows with six. Deborah cups her then, teasing Ava’s slit with her finger, back and forth until Ava is panting and all but digging her nails into the desk.

“You want some help with this?” Deborah asks.

Glancing over her shoulder at her, Ava nods.

“You think you deserve it?”

Ava nods again.

Deborah laughs and then lands seven, eight and nine, each one just a little bit harder than the last. Ava is so horny she can’t think. Her body is on sensory overload and all she can do is breathe through it to keep from begging.

“One more,” Deborah tells her, and Ava braces herself, and she’s right to because ten will definitely leave a mark. She cries out at ten, and Deborah presses her palm to her lower back, switching off for a moment to ask, “You okay, honey?”

Ava nods and answers quickly, “Yeah. Please keep going.”

Deborah smiles at her and gingerly touches Ava’s sore cheek before grabbing it.

“You did so well.”

“Mmm, thank you--please,” Ava pants.

“Please, what?”

“Please make me come.”

There’s the clear sound of movement behind her, but Ava knows better than to move before she’s given permission to.

“Turn around.”

Slowly, because she needs to move slowly, Ava turns around and finds Deborah seated on the giant white couch that’s almost too nice to be in a hotel, in the same seat she was sitting at when Ava knelt between her legs that morning. She pulls the skirt of her dress up a little and pats her lap.

“Make yourself come.”

Jesus fucking Christ, what is her life?

She settles astride Deborah’s thigh, her knees sinking comfortably into the couch. She scoots as close as she can get and positions herself, her hands on the backrest, Deborah’s hands on her hips encouraging, her as she begins to move slowly. Their eyes meet and the look on Deborah’s face is a cocktail of confidence and fascination that Ava drinks up with gusto.

“Come here,” Deborah says as she sits up and pulls Ava flush against her, swallowing the moan she gets in response.

Ava wraps her arms around Deborah, alternating between jutting her hips forward and gyrating them as Deborah kisses every single joke out of her brain. It’s unfair really, that Deborah’s practically still fully dressed, and Ava is naked and losing her fucking mind, about to have one of the most intense orgasms she’s ever had.

She breaks their kiss to throw her head back and let out a pretty loud moan Marcus can probably hear in his room down the hall. Deborah’s breath is hot against her skin.

“Come on, baby,” she hears her say, and fuck, that’s it. “Come on.”

That does it.

Ava clings to Deborah, burying her face in her neck, breathing in the essence of a great fucking show and something like lilacs, finally coming with loud, whining moan. She shivers through the steady current of her orgasm, nuzzling Deborah’s cheek until she finds her lips again for a nice long, languid kiss before climbing off her lap to sit beside her. She winces a little at the soreness on her ass and smiles contentedly, allowing her eyes to close while she basks in the afterglow.

She feels Deborah get up, and she reaches out, but she’s too slow.

“Where are you going?” She groans, watching Deborah walk across the room to the bar for a water bottle she then brings over to her.

“That was an amazing show, Deb.”

“It was,” Deborah nods, still standing over her. “You’re amazing.”

Swallowing enough water to get her through the rest of the evening, Ava then places the bottle on the floor and pulls Deborah forward by the hem of her dress. Looking up at her, she slides her hand up her calf, getting a sigh when she reaches the back of her knee, a shaky exhale at the inner thigh.

“You’re fucking incredible,” she tells her as she slides her underwear aside. “I think it’s Daddy’s turn to feel good now.”

Deborah opens her mouth to complain or say something smarmy and hilarious, but Ava inspires a moan instead, and, well, other than making Deborah laugh, this might be her favorite activity.