#he’s a boxer 🤭🤭🤭

[hdmiports]

he’s 5’2 and ready to steal ur bitch [he/they]

[1004tyun-archive]

this is the face of a guy who lives to eat pussy what else is there to say

[dollsuguru]

we always get perv!suguru well how about perv!reader… bit sleazy, always sporting a smirk, has a natural air of sensuality/mystique who’s also a major masochist… suguru is stammering & blushing & calls reader a “pervert” & reader is just like… “yeah i am.” cue the huge sleazy grin & lowlidded eyes… suguru straddling reader & just saying certain things in genuine shock like, “god i can’t believe this turns you on?!” “you’re such a freak.” “wait… you like being choked like this?” & all the while reader is giggling & reiterating his points back to him “yeah this turns me on… mhmm.” “i know, i’m such a freak aren’t i sugu, just horrendous huh?” “seems you like choking me just as much… heh.” god… i need to write this there’s just something abt this dynamic that’s sooooooooo 😵‍💫 DELICIOUS TO ME………………. WHEW

[mahgyu]

Nanami smut + suggestive audio

• minors do not interact! 

──── Nanami, determined to make your first time memorable, dedicates himself to providing your with as much pleasure as possible, even taking care of the foreplay.

Lying side by side, your moisture glistens over your intimacy, with your head resting on Nanami's outstretched arm, one leg resting on his waist, keeping you open and vulnerable. Nanami's skilled fingers play incessantly with your clitoris.

"Kento... Please, I need more" you plead, lifting your hips in search of more contact with Nanami's rough fingers.

"Shh, you need to be well-prepared to receive me. I don't want to hurt your beautiful virgin pussy."

"Ugh, Kento, but I'm already ready" you grumble petulantly, with an annoyed expression that elicits a persuasive smile from Nanami.

"Oh, are you really?" Before you can respond, Nanami inserts two of his slender fingers into your untouched interior. He can barely move them due to the way you squeeze them; your eyes roll back in surprise and you moan sharply. Nanami feels the moisture in his boxer increase; if he weren't so skilled at controlling himself, he would have come just from the way he's touching you.

"You see? Your little pussy can barely handle my fingers, and you already want my cock? Don't be so eager, sweetie" Nanami intimidates you, chuckling softly as he sees you shrink back and then kissing your cheek.

He keeps his fingers moving slowly inside you, exploring your soft and tight walls. His thumb continues to stimulate your clit, applying enough pressure to make you see stars.

Your stomach knots tighten; you grip the sheet with one hand and squeeze Nanami's bicep with the other. Your doe-like eyes meet Nanami's cloudy gaze, both full of desire and excitement. He almost growls at the sight of you so surrendered to him.

"Yeah, good girl. Don't worry, the more aroused you get, the better you'll feel good. I promise, after you cum on my fingers, I'll fill you up completely. That's what you want, isn't it?" Nanami whispers near your ear, watching you nod frantically in agreement as you surrender to pleasure. He plants kisses along your jawline, moving up to your cheek and heading towards your mouth, where they start a slow and furtive kiss, savoring every second, every millisecond.

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(Reposting)

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[dudeitiskarev]

Salt and Pepper

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x female reader

Summary: dad bod and insecure Hotch. That’s it.

Tags/warnings: SMUT (minors and ageless blogs do not engage please). Very dirty and domestic sex; body worship; established relationship; insecure Hotch; season 12 Hotch; his body is described; reader is the same age as Hotch <3; lots of body fluids whoops.

Word count: 3k

Author’s note: another repost. This was written in first person pov originally so I changed it to second person. Hope you enjoy! (because I certainly did while writing it 🤭)

HOTCH MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

Something Aaron does as soon as he joins you in bed is find your cold feet to keep them warm.

You’ve always teased him about how he was a human heater. During the winter it was a blessing, pressing your entire body against his so he’d share his warmth with you all night. 

     During summer... your feet are still cold, but it was a whole different story. Hotch’s body heat tended to be overwhelming at times. Even when you pulled back every blanket, you’d still wake up sweaty and the fact that his body always finds yours, forced you to sleep completely naked. 

     Not that he minded, and neither did you. You complained to him in a playful way how unfair it was that he still refused to sleep naked like you, but you always managed in one way or another to at least make him take off his shirt. 

     Tonight was one of those nights. 

     80 degrees, 10:47PM—feet still cold—and you’d just gone to bed after finishing a long day full of household duties. Like always, Aaron took his late-night shower that helped him sleep better and joined you, wearing a white T-shirt and loose boxers, and drying his hair with a towel. 

     “Hi.” He hung the towel on the headboard and slid inside the bed covers with a smirk across his face.  

     You returned the flirty smile but said nothing, adjusting the pillows and giving him your back. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and curved his body onto yours. A perfect fit. 

     “What did I do now?” He murmured next to your ear, the scent of soap and fresh minty breath fanning your cheek. 

     “We didn’t call the service center to get the air conditioning fixed.” You half-turned your body. “I’m convinced you pretend to forget because you want me to sleep naked.”

     “Mmm,” he hummed and smiled into a soft peck. “You caught me.” 

     You knew he was teasing you, so you received another gentle kiss by cupping his cheek with one hand.

       It was a goodnight kiss for the first two seconds, but then he opened his mouth a little and made it more intense by timidly brushing his tongue across your top lip, then a little more and more. The hand that rested only on your belly roamed up and found your breast, brushing his thumb over your soft nipple and making it hard within an instant. 

     You adored it whenever he took the initiative. 

     “Are you in the mood, Aaron Hotchner?” You murmured against his lips. 

     “Yes.” He smiled then nibbled your bottom lip into a needy kiss again at the same time he pinched your other nipple, making it just as hard as the other. 

     You let out a quiet whine to let him know you were in the mood too and pressed your back more onto his torso when he began to grind against your ass slowly; you couldn't ignore his bulge pressed against you and the pulse in between your legs popped up right away, slowly growing painful.

     It was definitely going to be one of those nights that he ended up completely naked. 

     You reached behind you and palmed him over his boxers and there he was, his hardening cock filled your entire palm. You started to stroke him over the fabric as he sneaked his fingers in between your legs from behind.

     Lazy sex was a favorite for both of you—especially after a long day—so you stayed there, pressing yourself against him, your head turned to him while the kiss was all tongues and harsh breathing.

     “Take the shirt off,” You ordered, swallowing thickly in need of air.  

     “No, it’s fine like this.” He almost cut you off, capturing your lips into a wet kiss once again.

     You whined into his mouth when he slowly circled your clit with two fingers. “But I want you naked.” 

     When it was something quick and desperate, you didn't mind that he’d keep some clothes on, but tonight you had all night – and the next day off. You turned around completely and touched the soft muscles under his shirt, never breaking the kiss. 

     “Mmm,” he hummed a bit annoyed when you began to lift his shirt.

     “What is it?” you pulled back. 

     “Nothing, it’s just—” He shut his eyes in deep thought and licked his lips, slightly furrowing his brows and clenching his jaw. 

     You knew that face very well. He was feeling insecure. It hadn’t happened in a while but you knew how to erase those negative thoughts he had about himself with only a few words and touches. 

     You pulled the bed covers all the way back and hooked a finger on the waistband of his underwear, lifting it up and letting it go. It snapped against his skin. “Off. Now.” 

     Without a word and a smirk that said it all, he obeyed. Next thing, he was exposed to you, his hard cock naturally curving against his lower stomach. You bit your lip at the beautiful sight and stared for a moment. One of his arms pulled you close by your waist and he kissed your temple. You cuddled more onto his body, nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck while giving him wet kisses at the same time you caressed his length with the pads of your fingers, making him buck his hips up slightly as he threw his head back, hissing between his teeth. You grazed your fingers through the trimmed hairs around his cock, enjoying the feel of short curls and soft, burning skin—building his anticipation.  

     “You’re so hot,” You whispered against his ear, moving your hand higher to lift his shirt up. “Touch me.” You spread your legs open and guided his hand right where you needed him the most.  “Feel what you do to me?” The only response you got was a harsh breath while his thick fingers spread your arousal, lubing you all over with his entire hand, almost. “How wet you got me with just a kiss?”

     “Yes,” he barely said. 

     “I want you.” You pulled his shirt over his head with his help giving him an assuring look. “Always.”

     He tossed it to the floor and enveloped you into his arms going for a hungry kiss, almost covering his body with yours. Then you finally fisted his strong cock. He was so hard. So thick. So smooth. And you needed him so badly. 

     You let out a needy whine into his mouth to let him know how much you truly wanted him and slowly began to stroke his cock, pumping up and down with short movements. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before resting your head over his chest and stayed there as you pleased him, his low grunts right there next to your ear. 

     The view of his entire body was glorious. You kept stroking him, moving the skin down a little lower each time until the head was fully exposed. You had to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some of the aches that increased just by the memory of his cock inside you. 

     He was still somewhat tense, though, and you felt this sudden urge to show him how you loved his body just how he was–how horny he made me. You’ve loved every phase his body has been through, loved it when he was fit when he went through a rough time being at his thinnest but you couldn’t deny that since he put on some healthy weight it had done nothing but wonders in every aspect. 

     His clothes fit better, his cuddles were even more cuddly, and sex—even when it’s always been mind-blowing—the feeling of his bigger body changed it for the better whether he was on top of you, behind, the side, or under. 

     He was the most fascinating creature. 

     “Touch yourself,” You murmured in his ear, letting go of his cock to run your hands over his stomach and chest. 

     His hand went to fist his erection without hesitation. Of course, him being him, the pace increased violently and fast. And the more he stroked the more his stomach rose and fell as his breathing grew harsh. His other hand caressed you the entire time, going from your waist down to your ass over and over, mimicking in some way the hand rhythm he kept around his cock. 

     You placed a soft kiss on his already sweaty chest and he hummed with such pleasure when you moved a little lower, kissing his left nipple and sticking your tongue out just a bit to tickle him. His nipples were very sensitive and though he’d never said it, you knew he liked it when you spent some time licking and kissing them because instead of stopping me, he’d dig his fingers into my body just as he was doing it now. So you moved your attention to the other, this time giving it an open-mouth kiss. 

     Then you lowered yourself even more to place loving kisses over his tummy, though your eyes were stuck on how he kept jerking off; his large hand wrapped perfectly around his cock and his wedding band sparkled with the soft lights, reminding you how he was yours and only yours. 

You kneeled next to him and lowered yourself to spit on the tip of his cock, which he spread along his erection right away, then spat one more time before returning your attention back to his stomach. Licking him, gently biting him with soft pecks in between. 

     You adjusted yourself next to him again and stayed there for a moment, just being his muse witnessing how he was getting himself off to the thought and sight of you. The look on his face turned you on even more, a soft frown and mouth slightly parted. You loved watching him touch himself while all you did was kiss his body and roam your hands across his torso. 

     But soon you needed something too and in the next instant, you were straddling him, making him stop all the way to grab you by your hips. 

     “Keep going.” You leaned down to lick his earlobe and began to rock your hips right there on his stomach. 

     An instant relieved moan escaped me. This was different. 

     You’d used other parts of his body to stimulate yourself like that—thighs, knees—but even after all the years you’ve been together, it never occurred to you to do it against the body part that’s definitely been your favorite for a long time now. 

     And it worked perfectly. 

     His soft and burning skin combined with the trail of hairs around and down his navel added an out-of-this-world feel that it didn’t take much for the pleasure to build inside your walls, fluttering and clenching and unclenching around nothing. 

      “Fuck, I’m gonna come already,” you blurted out high-pitched and embarrassingly quick when you felt the pleasure taking over you.

    You needed him closer. You lowered your entire body, laying on top of him pressing yourself even more against him, and kept grinding him. It only made him encourage you even more, stealing a kiss and smiling big. 

     “That’s it,” he whispered, moving his lips to the corner of your mouth and then sucking on the underside of your chin.

     He wanted you to come right there on his stomach. 

     You allowed yourself to lose control, sitting up straight and tilting your hips in every direction as there were only stars in my eyes. 

      “Ah! Oh my— mmm!” you cried out a long whine, supporting your hands on his chest, digging your nails into his chest.

      “God, you’re something else, honey.” Aaron ran both hands up and down your back then squeezed your ass tight and loudly spanked your left cheek once just to go back to jerk himself off hurriedly as if there was no tomorrow, making your entire body shake. 

     His other hand groped your breasts as he was nothing but low groans, squirming under me. He brought you down to him with one arm and held you tight while hiding his face on your neck. His three-day beard scraped your skin and the curse words he rarely said almost got inked on your skin. You moved a little lower so his cum would land somewhere near you because you needed to feel it. He read you right away and aimed what was left of him to your ass. 

     Each warm drop tickled you so good. You needed him more than ever now. 

     “Can you go again?” 

     He nodded in pain. You reached for his cock behind you and teased yourself in between your cheeks. Then making eye contact you sank on him–slow and deep–both exhaling the same intense breath.

     His cock was still twitching. You squeezed around him to feel him even more and stayed there.

     “Can you?” You barely asked again.

He reached for the towel over the headboard and blindly cleaned his cum off your ass before flipping you onto your back without a warning, pushing his hips into you as deep as he could be.

     “Yeah, I can.” He smirked. Then pulled out, brushing the head of his cock over your clit and smacking it a few times before entering you again with one violent slam that made you smile as big as it made you gasp for air. 

     “That’s so good.” You bit your bottom lip, and when he couldn’t be any more deep, he let his weight fall over you and started to rock his hips.

     Then he went all the way in. Hard—so hard. 

     His entire body towered over yours, his broad shoulders and arms flexed and relaxed with each of his thrusts and you clung onto him like a koala, legs, and arms wrapped around him to never let him go. 

     With your eyes closed, you kept your focus on how good he filled you, how his balls smacked you ass each time he slammed into you and how the wiry hairs of his lower stomach rubbed perfectly against your clit. 

     You grabbed his face and your mouths clasped together as both were moaning so damn loud. 

     “You fuck me so good.” You stared right into his eyes. 

     “You feel incredible.” He brushed his lips over yours as he spoke. 

     “I do?”

     “Yeah.”

     “How good?”

     “So damn good, honey.”

     He captured your mouth again and slam after ruthless slam sank you into the mattress even more and god, how good it felt. Almost his entire weight crushed you and wherever his skin touched yours, left a thin layer of his sweat. He kissed you with tongue twice before lifting his torso off you to look down. You did the same and the view turned you on even more; his cock slipping in and out of me, glistening with arousal. 

      “Look at that,” he murmured at the same time you murmured, “Harder.”  

     You both lifted our heads and locked eyes. The eyes you fell in love with too long ago and that still lit up your stomach on fire and melted your heart. 

     He smiled at you, making those lines on either side of his cheeks disappear into those dimples that drove you crazy.

      “I love you,” he said before lifting one of your legs up to his shoulder and leaning down again with his forehead pressed on your shoulder and began to plunge into you again. 

     “Gosh, I love you too,” you responded out of breath. He started to go harder as you’d asked, shoving your hips together. 

     You moaned in sync turning the quiet night not so quiet and kept going. 

     Until your age showed up. 

     “Ah! My leg!”  you laughed in pain and tapped his arm when your calf started to cramp. “Put my leg down!” He heard you, but instead, he caressed your calf with his cheek. “Hotch! I’m not that flexible anymore.” 

     “Sorry, sorry,” he laughed, putting your leg down gently and pressing his forehead with yours. 

     “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you laughed too. 

     He hummed as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and kept the same rhythm, then he did that thing where he rolled his hips so deep–unbearably exquisite. One. Two. Three times before he groaned as he came for the second time now, giving up over you all the way and maintaining short thrusts, emptying himself in you completely. 

     You kissed his sweaty brow and he was about to get up when you forced him back onto you. “Stay a little bit.”

     You wanted him on top of you forever, like this, panting, sweating, and kissing you as if it were the last time he’d do it. 

     “I’m so in love with you, all of you.” You wiped a patch of sweat off his forehead with your thumb. 

     His eyes scanned your face up and down but said nothing, he just went back to kiss you. 

     You stayed there staring at each other and regulating your breathing between more soft kisses until you were finally back in all your senses. 

     “That was–” he started.

     “Hot,” You finished, running your fingers through the salty strands on the sides of his hair that twinkled with the faint lamp lights. 

     “And amazing,” he nodded as he raised his brows with a laugh, the little wrinkles above them deepening.

     Right then, you couldn’t wait to keep growing older with him. 

     He gave you one last kiss and this time you couldn’t stop him, as much as you wanted. 

     “Wait, wait, wait! The sheets...” Your voice faded as you were unable to stop his cum from dripping out of you. “I just put them this morning.”

     He gave you a wicked grin but didn’t take his eyes off what you knew was his favorite thing about finishing having sex. He licked his lips and brought his fingers in between your legs, spreading his cum all over, not caring at all about our brand-new sheets.

     “I can change them again tomorrow.” 

[simpingforstardew]

a mini cozy harvey smut would be amazing if possible ❤️ 🤭

no pressure of course!

pairing: sdv harvey x reader

synopsis: one mini cozy harvey smut, coming right up~ just some fluffy smut, pretty much no plot ♡ i really hope you like it !!

warnings: 18+ smut (minors dni), reader is described as having a vagina, oral sex (reader receiving).

word count: 1.3k

Sparrows chirp outside as rays of the spring sunrise filter through your sheer curtains, casting a golden glow into the room. Beneath the layers of yarn blankets enveloping the bed, you luxuriate in their comforting embrace, basking in the tranquillity of the early morning.

Beside you, Harvey stirs, stretching languidly while he haphazardly pushes the duvet off his body. As he arches his back slightly, the fabric of his white t-shirt obediently follows the movement, riding up to reveal a glimpse of his belly underneath and the happy trail that adorns his midsection. Your eyes follow the trail down to his green plaid boxers, hanging loosely on his hips.

“Darling, you’re staring.” Harvey whispered through a grin, his morning voice more gruff than usual; his eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

You smile in spite of the blush that warms your cheeks, “I’m allowed, aren’t I?”

The doctor rubs his heavy eyes as a soft chuckle escapes his lips, “Shh, come here, you’re-,” A yawn interrupts him, “You’re so far away.”

“I’m only on my side of the bed, Harv,” You giggle, shuffling towards your boyfriend, “‘s not that far.”

He wraps you protectively in his arms, one hand lightly massaging your back while the other finds itself on the back of your head, pushing you comfortably into the warmth of his chest. Harvey’s chypre scent was just as comforting as the embrace. Your calloused fingers trace shapes into the skin under his t-shirt, trying to remember where each mole and freckle is.

“I love you, y’know?” You whisper, looking up at him as another smile tugs on his lips.

“Of course, I just hope you know that I love you more.” He kisses your forehead. You still weren’t used to the tickle of his moustache.

You reach a hand up to caress his soft cheeks, while his viridescent eyes scan your face— as if he was memorising every feature. Harvey’s strong arms pull you impossibly closer as you stare at his mouth, your thumb delicately brushes along his lower lip.

Before you could tease him for the flush that was quickly colouring his cheeks, he leans down to kiss you.

His lips, soft and yielding, already carried the faint taste of coffee; it was intoxicating. A soft whine escaped his lips as you threaded your fingers through his dark hair, still tousled from sleep. Touching him feels like heaven; tasting him is like indulging in a forbidden fruit. It was the kind of adoration that devotees created worship for.

You hadn’t realized how desperately you needed this until this moment, a moment in which you two are the only people awake in the valley. Every sensation seems to converge into a single, overwhelming need for closeness.

Harvey’s large hand moves down to your thigh as it rests on his hip, tugging you desperately towards him, as he deepens the kiss. This kiss is nothing like your first just weeks ago: a gentle, yet nervous confession. This is carnally unrestrained; honest.

“Please I-,” the whispered plea slips out of your kiss bitten lips.

“Fucking insatiable,” Harvey chuckles softly, his lips still brushing against your own, before rolling to cage you between his arms. With your back now pressed against the plush sheets, Harvey took the opportunity to tug off his wrinkled t-shirt, fumbling with the hem before discarding it on the floor. With anybody else, at any other time in his life, perhaps he would have been too insecure to do so.

Harvey’s large frame hovers over you, his hand gentle on your neck as he leans in close. “Tell me what you want,” he whispers; you feel the warmth of his breath caress your ear, “I need to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, you’re killing me here— Please, I…” you beg, voice reduced to a hoarse whisper, “I need you, Harvey.”

He kisses down your neck, nipping just to see you squirm, as his hand caresses your chest beneath your t-shirt.

“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate,” he continues to praise you between kisses, marking your most sensitive areas as he makes his way down your body, “So pretty.”

As he shuffles down the bed, he lifts up your t-shirt to kiss your belly— blowing the occasionally raspberry in response to your embarrassed whines. You look down to see him comfortably snug underneath the duvet, kissing your inner thighs with delicate reverence before meeting your gaze.

“Hi.” he smiles, chuckling as he looks at you longingly.

“Hi.” you respond breathlessly, stroking the brunette waves of his hair. You involuntarily tighten your grasp when you feel the warmth of his breathe tease your clothed pussy; a sinful moan escapes his lips in response.

“Careful, darling,” Harvey exhales, “You don’t want me to come that fast, do you?”

Your breath hitches as you hopelessly buck your hips, feeling both of Harvey’s large hands reach to grab your ass “N-no, fuck— sorry.”

Your wetness soaks through your underwear as you feel Harvey’s deft fingers rub slow circles on your clit; his other hand moving to diligently massage your tense hips. Despite the doctor’s dominant act, you could feel him grinding against the soft mattress as he pants pathetically. He glances up with puppy dog eyes, through the hair that had cascaded down his face, to watch for your reactions.

“Do you-,” you whimper, interrupted by the increasing speed of your boyfriend’s fingers, “Do you want to fuck me, puppy?”

“More than I’ve wanted anything,” Harvey sits up, tugging off your underwear, “but right now, I need to taste you.”

Harvey is quick to begin lapping up your juices, occasionally moaning to send vibrations through your sensitive cunt. He is committed to satisfying every inch of your sex so much it almost overstimulates you. His hot mouth, his coarse moustache, his wet tongue, all determined to make you climax.

“So gorgeous for me like this, darling,” Harvey gasps; all you can do— all you want to do— is whimper and moan as you weakly grind against his face.

Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside you— the mess of your anticipation from Harvey’s unrelenting praise making the perfect lube. The delectable stretch just barely satisfies the heavy ache in your pussy; so you roll your hips in time with his digits as they slide in and out, hitting just the right spot. With his fingers fucking you, he continued to eat you out like a man starved. You spread your legs further when he pulls you closer to his face, resting one thigh on Harvey’s shoulder.

“Mmm, p-please.. Fuck—” your moans were becoming unintelligible, your boyfriend’s ministrations unravelling you completely, “Please, Harv’— I’m so close.”

Snapping your hips back and forth, Harvey’s nose nudges against your clit as he groans beneath you; you quickly came undone. As you stumble blissfully towards your release, your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth falls slack; wanton cries fill the room. You feel your legs continue to shake when Harvey pulls his fingers out, the absence of his touch making you whine.

“So good for me, I got you. There you go—,” Harvey soothes; as you open your eyes again, you’re greeted by the sight of him sucking your juices from his fingers. His unwavering eye-contact leaving you breathless, “All for me.”

He makes his way back up the bed, bringing you back into his arms as you catch your breath; after a few moments, your light-headedness fades as you ground yourself in his embrace.

“Wait, Harv—” you mumble, “What time is it? You don’t have to be in the clinic today do you?”

“Shh, don’t you worry, Maru has everything sorted out for today,” he traces shapes in your back, almost lulling you back to sleep, “How about I get you some water while you go to the toilet, then I can make us some breakfast? Is that ok, honey?”

You nuzzle into his chest, nodding emphatically to his morning plans, “Sounds perfect.”

[sttoru]

toji x nympho reader 🤭

⟣ tags. dom!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut. overstimulation, creampies, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, daddy kink, slight slapping, cum play, blowjobs, thigh riding, fingering, positions mentioned; cowgirl, doggy. he’s mean sometimes teehee. reader gets called ‘doll & princess’. separate headcanons + small drabbles under cut.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 was sure of it; no woman could ever keep up with his stamina or libido. he was surprisingly proven wrong when he met you—your sexual desires were almost too much to keep up with. that last statement goes for the average man, at least.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 was no regular man at all. in many ways. and especially when it comes to sex and all that it comes with. with all his experience, he knew just the right techniques to satisfy a woman and keep her entertained for a long time. plus, his stamina and size were no joke due to his constant training and bulky physique.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 never misses on the opportunity of satisfying your needs. you could wake him up at 3 a.m with the question if he could help with you with a certain ‘problem’ and he’ll grunt—surely—but doesn’t hesitate to roll over on his back and let you pull his boxers down whilst encouraging you to ride him in an exhausted manner.

“c’mon, weren’t you the one asking if you could fuck y’rself on my cock? ya either do it right or get off.” mean as always. but somehow, it increased the pleasure you were feeling already—that hoarse, raspy morning voice of toji’s echoes in your ear with each sentence uttered. it was even hotter when he’d grunt or groan under his breath. toji had one hand on your ass, squeezing or lazily spanking it whenever your hips slammed down on his. his other arm was draped over his eyes, keeping them closed since he was in the mood to continue sleeping—basically half-asleep, in contrast to your energy filled body which was riding his cock continuously. “mhmm, jus’ like that. fuck y’rself dumb on my dick, princess.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 knows you get turned on very easily just from him doing the most simplest of things. what really gets you going is his body—the way his big, masculine hands knead at the flesh on your waist whenever he hugs you from behind, the veins running through them making your pussy tingle. . or when he stretches and warms up in your bedroom before going on a mission—that makes you rub your thighs together. and you make it known that you’re turned on by him just by looking at him with those seductive eyes.

and 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 can’t deny that your horniness awakens his.

ass up, face down—your body was getting pounded into the bed by none other than toji, who was fed up with the constant lustful looks you gave him whilst he worked out. it made him lose all concentration, which wasn’t good, since he needed to prepare for a bounty he was going to take on that night. thus, toji took out his frustrations on you and your greedy cunt; “ya hear that? y’re fuckin’ dripping for this cock to fill ya up—yeah? wan’ me to fuck some of my cum into y’r cunt before i go?” you whine and nod whilst your noises were muffled by the pillow. your body ached for toji and you were desperate to get anything from him, any sensual touches would do—your pussy was sensitive and needed its release. toji knew that you wouldn’t be satisfied with just one round, however, so he was determined to go make it a challenge: fuck you until you’re leaking his cum from all your holes and passed out from exhaustion.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 loves it when you shamelessly or shyly beg him to suck his dick. you do it most of the time when he’s manspreading on the couch, just chilling and looking bored whilst watching a dumb show on the television. next thing he knows your head appears between his legs and his fingers are tangled in your hair, pushing your head down on him. sometimes it even happens in public; he’ll be sitting there on a chair or bench, a protective hand on your waist and your eyes would be directly on his crotch. he doesn’t even have to be hard—there’s always that massive bulge hiding under his pants, reminding you of what he’s packing down there.

“fuck. . doll—y’re gnna make me cum before i get a taste of that pretty pussy.” toji grumbles quietly, half closed eyes staring down at your kneeling form. you were sucking and drooling all over his cock, sometimes gagging when the tip hit the far back of your throat, though that only spurred the man before you on. his hips buck up into your mouth, your hands automatically clenching into fists, putting your thumb under your other fingers to stop your gag reflex from activating—desperate to give toji that pleasure he longed for. the man was surely enjoying every second of it. he kept you quiet (except for the faint wet, slurping sounds from your warm mouth as his cock slid in and out of it), his lips curled into an amused smirk, “tha’s my girl—taking all of it in her mouth. what a good little thing.” toji made sure to whisper those words, not caring if somebody heard what was happening from outside the department store’s bathroom stall, but still wanting to avoid any unnecessary trouble. he was actually holding himself back from ravaging your cunt instead—though he settles for shooting ropes of cum down your throat.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who gets off from eating you out. he loves to have your cunt full out on his face—adores the way you squirm when he’s pushing your thighs and hips down on his face to get a proper taste of your slick—enjoys when he’s just relaxing with his mouth and nose stuffed between your folds, giving absent licks whilst simply enjoying your scent. he especially loves eating your cunt out when you’re begging for his cock instead. he always shows you just what he can do with that tongue of his—bringing you a different type of pleasure than his dick could do.

one moment you were reading something on your phone, and in the other your man’s face was buried into your wet cunt. you were moaning and writhing on the bed sheets, trying to grind against his mouth. toji was taking his sweet time with you, “mmnh, so fuckin’ good. give me one more, yeah? one more orgasm f’me, princess.” that was what he said minutes ago and you were already on your third climax. you loved this—absolutely relinquished in the feeling of his tongue lapping your juices up, his lips that sucked on your clit every couple seconds, nose buried between your folds. “nghhh,, wan’ you so bad, daddy! wan’ you to fuck me, please!” toji chuckles drlyly, the vibrations hitting your cunt. two slaps were brought down upon your thighs; “i’ll fuck y’r needy self when i wanna, ya hear? now cum on my tongue or i’ll force it outta ya, princess.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who loves to finger you or let you ride his thigh when he’s busy but still wants to keep you satisfied. you’d be whining for his attention, pouting and slightly frustrated when all you want toji’s attention. and his touch, naturally. sometimes you’d go as far as stroking yourself in front of him to show your desperation— which he finds to be the hottest thing ever; you being so needy that you’ll thrust a few fingers inside your cunt and moan for him to come fuck you properly. works every time. but when toji’s a bit too busy to do anything (or too tired / lazy), he gets you off with his thigh or fingers.

“i need to call shiu for info on that one bounty. .” toji recalls and grabs his phone, one hand on his mobile whilst the other was slowly cupping your pussy, thumb drawing lazy circles on your clit, index rubbing your labia. you whine as his hand there disappears, “gimme a minute, sweet thing.” toji licks his index finger whilst pressing some buttons on his phone, head leaning against the headboard of the bed as he watches you impatiently grind against his muscular thigh. he lets you do as you please and watches your ass and hips as they move in front of him. toji tenses the muscles in his leg whenever your clothed pussy slides alongside his skin, bouncing his thigh whenever you’d rest and take a break from grinding—keeping the stimulation going— “giving me a good show, huh? keep at it. might reward ya after my phone call.”

[httpiastri]

control freak – ln4

lando hates a lot of things. not being in control is definitely one of them.

genre: smut

pairing: female reader x lando norris

warnings: smut 🤭 i dont remember what it's called? but lando gets tied up. he likes to be in control, so i guess dom!lando is kinda insinuated. it's a bit dirtyyy but there are also some soft elements bcs who would i be to not include those :)

requested?: yes! thank you for requesting 🤍 (requests are still open!)

author's note: this was supposed to be just a blurb but something happened lol. also, very much inspired by this ask and the just him talking about how he needs to be in control in that video. this thought has been living in my mind rent-free since that moment. hope u all enjoyyyy<3<3 (if this doesn’t work this time. idk what to do. anyways.)

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18+ content below, minors dni!

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"there we go..." you say, leaning back slightly and letting go of lando's wrist. "you alright?"

"my hands, yes. my ego, however..."

earlier this year, you and lando had agreed to buy one of those adult christmas calendars, one with a new toy or tool for the bedroom every day. so far, you'd gotten a blindfold, a massaging oil, and even a smaller vibrator. and today's present? a pair of sleek, white silk ribbons.

lando had immediately pulled the little strings out of the box, measuring them around your wrists. but you had shook your head, snatching them out of his hands and telling him it was his turn.

he had just cocked an eyebrow at you, assuming you were kidding. but the grin you had worn, one that told him that you were fully serious, had made him chuckle, rolling his eyes. no way, he'd told you, giving you a pat on the head before he leaned down against his pillow again. he had assumed this would be a lost cause for you, because there was no way he was letting you expose him to one of the things he hates.

lando hates a lot of things. number one: he hates not being in control, and he hates it so much.

the fact that he needs to be in control is very well-known in your relationship, and it applies to most situations. he needs to be the one driving, even if you're just going on a short trip to the supermarket; he needs to know who's invited to a dinner party so he can plan ahead; and of course, he feels a need for power in the bedroom.

but you are nothing if not persistent. lando is the very definition of stubborn, sure, but you would not give up on this one.

your boyfriend always thought you must be some kind of witch, because your effect on him is paranormal. the way you bat your eyes at him, your soft touch on his cheek, and your sweet kisses lingering on his lips – they could get him to agree to almost anything. even this, apparently.

since today was a friday, you had gone out for dinner and some drinks tonight before hurrying back home to try out your new present. lando was still a bit hesitant, but your lips pressed against his and your hips brushing his crotch as you sat on his lap on your bed made him give up yet again.

and that's how you find yourselves here, him already stripped out of everything except his boxers, with the sleek white ropes connecting him to the headboard. you twirl the fabric by his right wrist around your finger one final time, smiling at the little bows you've made. "you look so pretty right now," you hum, leaning down a little and tracing a finger along his jaw. "kinda wanna take a picture."

"do it."

you shake your head, not wanting to bring out your phone and possibly ruin the moment. you smile at the firmness in his voice, pressing a quick peck to his lips. "next time."

lando's chest vibrates with his chuckle. "oh, you think there will be a next time?"

"i know there will, because i'm in charge here."

the retort he was planning gets caught in his throat as your lips meet the side of his neck. he sighs at the feeling of your kisses traveling down to his chest, tongue coming out to lick the skin occasionally. he instinctively tries to grab your hips with his hands, momentarily forgetting about his restraints and letting out an annoyed groan when he's held back. you giggle against him when you hear the ropes snap against the headboard.

"already?" you ask, hands dragging up and down his beautifully tanned skin as your kisses trail even further, meeting the skin of his hipbones, giving both sides equal attention.

you can see how he clenches his fists from the corner of your eyes, knuckles already turning a little white. "i hate this. i really hate this," he mumbles.

"but you like me, don't you?" you counter, sitting back on your heels between his legs and letting your hands find the waistband of his boxers. "let me have my fun."

"great to know one of us is having fun, i guess." you take your time pulling down his underwear, enjoying every second of watching his impatience. when he's finally fully naked, his cock springs up to his stomach, a little precum leaking from him already.

"lando," you start, your thumb rubbing around the tip before spreading the precum along him. "don't you trust me?" you lower yourself down to press a kiss to his tip. "do you really think i won't make sure you enjoy this, too?"

his answer comes in the form of a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering shut when he feels your tongue lick up a stripe along the side of his dick.

"i thought so."

your lips wrap around him, pushing yourself down his length before moving back up again. you're excruciatingly slow, wet lips sliding along his skin and only taking a little of him as your tongue swirls around him just once.

number two: lando hates being teased.

it's something he avoids at all costs, which you learned early in your relationship. he'll give you a stern look and push your hand away when you reach for his thigh during a company dinner; he'll grab your hips to hold you still when you intentionally grind onto him as you sit in his lap; and when you text him revealing pictures when he's away doing something important, he'll turn off his phone rather than let it get to him. it all comes back to his hatred of not being in control – he wants to be the one to tease you, not the other way around. so when you get a chance to tease him and he can't do anything about it, you take it.

speeding up your actions is not something you even consider, and now that lando's hands aren't in your hair to usher you, you take your time. you do, however, push him further into you, letting him hit the back of your throat before pulling entirely off him. when you sink down on him again, he buckles his hips: his way of trying to retake control. your hands find his sides, holding him down as you slide off him, leaning back to look at him as a grin spreads across your lips. "impatient, are we?"

his eyes are scrunched up, head thrown back to show off his thick neck. his muscular chest is heaving for air, already, and his hands are still hanging sloppily from the ropes. you love to see him like this. so weak, so helpless. it's not often that you get to take in this sight, so you savor every second of it.

when he feels the bed rock, lando's eyes shoot open. he watches you climb up from the bed, standing right next to it as you slowly let the sleeves of your dress fall down your shoulders. he does not enjoy the moment as much as he wishes he would, because all he can think of is how much he wishes he was the one sliding the dress down your body; how much he wishes he was the one unclasping your bra; how much he wishes it was his hands dragging your soaked panties to the floor.

you move to straddle his lap, your hips hovering over his as you let his tip nudge your entrance. when you finally descend on him, he bottoms you out so perfectly. you press your hands to his chest, leaning your weight on him as you feel yourself getting stretched out.

if lando thought you were done with the teasing, he was very wrong. you rise from him painfully slowly, before going down just as slowly. when your hips meet his again, you stop for yet another moment, rolling down on him.

number three: lando hates not being able to control the pace.

he's used to driving cars at 300 km/h, for god's sake, so this slow motion-pace you're going at is not ideal for him. he doesn't always need to thrust in and out of you like you only have a minute left to live but regulating the pace is, according to him, one of the perks of being the boyfriend. but not today.

you find a rhythm, bouncing on him like you are in no hurry whatsoever. your lover's moans are muffled and he's seemingly doing his best to not let anything slip out. he doesn't want you to know how much he likes this, despite not being in control.

"don't hold back, baby," you say, thumbs stroking his skin encouragingly. "you're allowed to feel good even when i'm in charge."

and when he finally lets go, the sounds he makes are like music to your ears. his hearty groans send a shiver down your spine and you can't help but pick up the pace a little, needing to hear more. you want to pull every sound and twitch out of him, and if that means going faster, it's a change you're willing to make.

you feel the shudder passing through his body when you clench around him. you know he's close when his heels dig into the mattress and he thrusts into you, trying to make up for lost time. you're almost there, too, and the way you feel all of him pump into you turns your brain into mush.

your nails dig into his chest when you reach your climax, likely leaving indents in his skin. you continue riding him, helping him chase his high, your pulsating insides helping draw it out instantly. when you feel the spurts shooting into you, you collapse against him. he's twitching inside of you, his chest jumping with his breaths, and your fingers reach to brush along the side of his neck to help him come down from his high.

"okay, i'll admit," he starts, taking deep breaths between every word. "that was so fucking hot."

a giggle escapes past your lips, and you prop your chin up on his chest to look up at his face. "i knew it would be." you brush back his curls, freeing his glossy forehead. "thank you for trusting me."

his face is adorned by a soft smile, and it replicates on yours. "are you okay?" he asks, always so caring, and he lets out a breath when you nod.

number four, the most important one: lando hates being unable to hold you.

he hates not being in control of your well-being; he hates not being able to ensure you're okay. he hates not cupping your face in his palms, stroking your cheeks, pulling his fingers through your locks. so, it would be an understatement to say that he was ecstatic when you pulled yourself off him, sat down on his side and started working on undoing the ropes.

his skin shows off a burning red color, and it hasn't occurred to you yet how much he actually must've been itching to touch you. usually, when he ties you up, your skin gets a bit irritated too, sure. but it's not often this bad. "let me get you a lotion for your wrists," you say.

you're practically off the bed already when lando grabs your hand, dragging you onto him again. "later." he pulls your back to his chest and nuzzles his face into your hair, pressing a peck to your scalp. "just wanna hold you right now."

you shake your head at his antics, but take both of his hands into yours. you hold them up to your lips, giving him a few kisses around both of his wrists. "maybe that's better?"

"perfect." his voice is low, arms snaking around your waist to tug you closer. "i think they're completely fine now."

"let me at least get you something in the morning?"

"mmm. shush and sleep now."

and there it was, an order – back in control already. just like he should be.

[jjunberry]

ateez! while getting head

pairing! ateez x reader

genre! smut

synopsis! ateez getting head

wc! 500

hongjoong! is rough. loves holding the back of your neck to guide you. he’s well aware you can take him but he loves the control. you were on your knees under his desk at the studio. he was sat legs spread while you sucked him off. his groans filled the studio has he gripped your neck to speed up your actions. “yeah baby, just like that.” he moved your head faster and bucked his hips.

seonghwa! likes it deep. your nose pressed against him as he’s down your throat. he has you laid on your back head hanging off the bottom of the bed. he stood above you fucking your mouth. he moaned out seeing himself in your throat. “you feel me baby? feel me in there.” you moaned around him causing him to groan and finish down your throat.

yunho! loves to finish on your face. this boy lives for facials. lets you take over until he’s close then he grips your hair. his motions are quick and rough. he pulls out with a deep groan and jerks himself off before finishing on your face. “you look so pretty covered in my cum.”

yeosang! loves morning head. he had given you permission a while ago to wake him up with head. he claims it makes his day go better. before the morning alarms you’d slip under the covers and take him into your mouth. yeosang would soon wake up guiding your head lower. his morning voice filling your ears. “mhm yeah baby just like that.”

san! loves to return to favor. let’s you suck him off as long as you let him in return. he holds your hair and guides you until he finishes down your throat with a whine. after he catches his breath his quick to lay you down. you felt his breath over your heat. “let me take care of you now.”

mingi! is whiny. he loves head. he loves when you give him head. very vocal on his appreciation. his head is against the pillow as whines leave his lips. you’ve been working him for a while now. he’s bucking his hips up. “please can i cum?” he begs. when he gets the nod of approval he’s quick to finish in your mouth. he whines when you open to show him.

wooyoung! is a head pusher. you were kissing down his chest when his hand pushed down telling you where he needed you most. you pulled his pants and boxers down before licking up his dick. he pushed your head down as you sucked on his tip. “more..need more.” he moaned when you finally took him down your throat.

jongho! is slow. he likes to take it slow. taking more of him each time you go back down. he doesn’t moan but his breathing gets heavier as he gets closer. he begins to buck his hips to meet your actions. “keep going, mhm i’m close.” his body goes still as he shoots his load down your throat.

author’s note! guyssss omg 🤭 hope you enjoyed this one

tag list! @304files @jjunieworld

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

© jjunberry

[bimbobaggins69]

Game over

best friend gamer boy e.m.

blurb request: congrats on 5k my angel 🥺 you deserve it. 🍒 but i was hoping to request a little blurbie with best friend gamer eddie (your gamer eddie series was so good I love him) and we’re just tired of him playing his game while we’re over so we find a way to distract him 🤭 (or whatever else your sexy brain comes up with tbh hehe) by @reidsbtch

authors note: thank you so so much baby girl, I love you and hope you like this smutty little treat <3

picture credit: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

18+ mdni contains smut

“C’mon Ed’s, I came over to hang out, not watch you play your dumb games.” You huff out as you cross your arms over your chest in irritation.

“I said one more round!” Eddie shouts as he gets his ass kicked in some fantasy game you couldn’t bother remembering the name of.

“You said one more round, five rounds ago!” You growl as your head falls back against the couch.

“Jesus, would you shut up and let me concentrate.” Your best friend grumbles as his spread legs part even further, causing your eyes to fall on his lap and the very prominent imprint of his dick that could be seen through the blue Jean fabric.

the extent of ever seeing Eddie’s little friend okay scratch that big friend from what you could tell, was the few times you swam in lovers lake together and he wore his plaid boxers that had a big enough hole to fit your entire hand into. It had poked out a few times and to be honest, well you’ll give him the benefit of the doubt because it was extremely cold that day. But, sitting here and looking at his dick print has you reevaluating everything you have assumed about your best friend’s junk thus far.

“You really want me to shut up?” You ask with husky flirtation, a smirk taking over your face as an idea hits you. It could only go one of two ways, either eddie would tell you to get the fuck off of him or he’ll welcome it, tell you to keep going, don’t stop. The possibility of hearing those words leave your best friend’s lips outweighed the negative.

“Mhm, I need you real quiet right now, princess. See I’m trying to kills those fuckin’ gu— w-what are you doing?” He stammers, taking his eyes off the screen for the first time since you walked into his trailer. You had moved quick, making yourself comfortable between his spread legs.

Your knees dig into the rough carpet as you look up at him, his big glossy eyes as wide as saucers.

“Well what does it look like I’m doing, silly? If you need me to be quiet, I’m gonna need something to fill my mouth up with.” You send him a sweet smile before rubbing your face over the imprint in his jeans.

“Hol- uh, um, fuck. You wanna um, put my dick in your mouth? Is—is that what you’re asking me right now?” He chokes on his words as his game awaits, long forgotten as the words “game over” flash across the screen.

“Yes, eddie I’m asking you to put my mouth to good use.” You breathe through your nose as your impatience grows, while you continue to rub your face on his bulge, feeling it twitch with want underneath you.

“Okay, I’m sorry I have to just ask one more time. You wanna suck my dick?” He asks again in bewilderment, his eyebrows furrow as if he’s holding back from doing exactly what he really wants, he has to be sure that this isn’t some fucked up joke.

“If you don’t pull your cock out in five seconds, I’m leaving.” You say as a stoic look falls onto your face, and you back away from his center, putting way too much space between you both for Eddie’s liking.

“Okay, okay. Fuck, I’m going.” He huffs with half exasperation and half excitement.

“There’s a good boy.” You purr, moving your face back towards his dick. You begin licking his growing cock through the fabric, getting it nice and wet before spitting on it, your saliva darkening his jeans from light to dark blue as you begin to spread the wetness around in circles with your middle finger, over what you assume to be his tip.

Eddie shudders as he pulls his zipper down, the way you’re practically sucking him through his jeans feels fucking phenomenal already, and the good boy has him feeling so needy.

He finally wrestles with his jeans and boxers, quickly thrusting his hips up once you’ve moved away, allowing him to pull them down. He lets his full balls plop out over the fabric. His hard cock is now exposed to the open air of his trailer and his balls sit there all big, mouth watering and tempting as hell.

“Oh my god!” You exclaim with wide eyes, they cross as you take in the way it stands straight up, his pink tip glistening while a large purple vein runs along his shaft. You wanna follow it with the tip of your tongue, so you do.

“Hnng, oh fuck!” Eddie groans, already feeling too close to the edge.

“You’re so big ed’s.” You say as you stroke his ego and his cock at the same time.

“Am I?” He asks, but there’s no real question behind it.

You take the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking off all the precum and moaning when it coats your tongue.

You work him down inch by inch, eventually reaching your throat but to Eddie’s surprise you don’t gag, not one bit and he just knows he’s in for a wild ride.

“Go ahead eddie, play your game while my mouths occupied. Ya’ know, so you can concentrate?” You giggle deviously, knowing there’s no way in hell he’ll be able to pay attention to anything other than you.

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

SMUT!!! Minors dni!! Dry humping, slight groping, somnophilia, ‘just the tip’ trope (it’s not gonna be just the tip🤭), unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it), breeding kink, slight use of daddy/mommy, cream-pie. Cursing. I don’t write smut very often so apologizes if it’s not very good. Happy valentines day🤭🫶🏼

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Thinking about Baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who insisted that you take the bed in his room after you suggested to sleep in Gabi’s room, swearing you wouldn’t fall off her twin bed despite both of you knowing you move way too much in your sleep to stay on that thing comfortably all night.

Baby daddy!Miguel who wouldn’t take no for an answer, resulting in you setting up shop in his room. Leaving the room right before you were about to sleep to get a glass of water, only to see your 6’9 ex trying to squeeze himself into his couch with a blanket and pillow. You weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh at the sight or not but you sure as hell felt the ache in your chest while you watched him twist and turn in an attempt to not fall off while also trying to find a comfortable position. With a begrudging sigh, you told him, “come on, get in here.” while nodding towards his room.

Baby daddy!Miguel that slept on the right side of bed, while you on the left. Both with your backs facing away from each other, but you both forgot how much you both move in your sleep, and despite not having slept in the same bed in 9 years, your bodies have somehow gotten themselves into a spooning position sometime in the middle of the night as you both slept.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had only been with a handful of women since your break up, and with his new refound love for you, couldn’t help himself but start to get hard in his sleep. The feeling of your ass pressing against his cock only made it worse.

Baby daddy!Miguel who let out quiet whimpers and groans when he slowly started to rut his hips into yours. Now half awake and mind hazy, and he knows he should stop but the silent whine that fell from your lips and the way your hips roll back so your ass meets his groin again keeps him going.

Baby daddy!Miguel who had to bite down on his lower lip to keep himself from groaning too loud so you don’t wake up as he dry humps you like he did after a frat party 10 years ago. Dipping his head and planting soft wet kisses on the back of your neck as his hands slowly drag themselves up and down your body, your hips, your ass, your tits, wherever they can grab.

Baby daddy!Miguel who almost creams his pants when he hears you sleepily call his name in that breathy and high-pitched voice you always got when you’re hot and bothered. Feeling like he was dreaming when he asked if you wanted him to stop and you said no.

Baby daddy!Miguel who couldn’t stand not being inside of you any longer, but he didn’t have any condoms since he hasn’t been seeing anyone recently. So with the most whiney desperate tone you’ve ever heard this man speak in your whole 12 years of knowing him, he asked, “let me put in just the tip please?” And who were you to refuse?

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“Porfa amor, just the tip I promise.” You never thought you’d find yourself humping up against Miguel like a bunch of horny teens again, yet here you were, in his bed with his hard-on pointing at your backside, you’ve never been more thankful then at that moment your daughter had to participate in the soccer teams sleepovers then you did now. (Please baby,)

You couldn’t take it much longer either, never feeling so overheated in a tank top and a pair of his boxers that fit you like oversized shorts. Why did you both have to sleep half naked? You quickly nodded your head, glancing over your shoulder to get a peak at Miguel as you panted out, “okay, okay just the ti-“ but you didn’t even get to finish the full sentence before Miguel flipped you both so you were on your back as he hovered over you, one hand supporting his weight while the other grabbed the boxers and your panties to tug them off of you. Your hips rising to help assist him, kicking them to the side as he takes off the pair of boxers he was wearing before his hand came down to pump his cock a few times, lining it up to your cunt as his lips met yours to swallow your whines.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this pretty pussy…” He groans as he finally sinks the head into you, his lips dipping into the croak of your neck as you let out a small hiss. Despite it only being the first two or so inches you couldn’t help whimper at the stretch he provided, you’ve truly forgotten how big he was. “Shh, shh, I know mami, no one takes care of you like I do…” He cooed, his hand running through your hair as he leaves sloppy kisses on your neck, and whether you knew it or not he was right, both in bed and in general. “Let daddy take care of you…”

“Mig-fuck-“ You moaned as your eyes fluttered shut, your hips bucking up to get some more of him in you. He must have read your mind, pulling out fully before sinking himself into your heat again, a bit deeper this time. “So good-Miguel.”

“Yo se, mami, yo se… he didn’t fuck you like I do huh?” He asked between pants, each thrust filling you more and more. You were too busy moaning to answer, so you opted to nod instead . “Fuck your so pretty like this cariño… might have to fuck another baby in you.” (I know, I know…) (sweetie)

“Fuck Miguel-I’m gonna-“ With one final thrust, he finally bottoms out, making the knot in your lower stomach come undone. Wave after wave pulsing through you as you squirm underneath him, his orgasm soon follows. Pumping his seed deep inside your used cunt, his thrusts grow sloppy as he helps ride you both through your orgasms.

When he finally pulls out you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at the sudden loss of him, only left with the feeling of him dripping out from between your legs. You barely got time to catch your breath before his hand went to your hips and turned you over so you were on all fours.

“You thought we were done? No way sweetie. I finally got you back, we’re going all night.”

Thank god you were on birth control.

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[shellxrls]

modeling different bikinis for bsf!jj to chose which one looks best and him totally paying attention 🤭

xoxo- 🦢

swan anonn you're coming in clutch with these ideas omg !!!

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in all different shapes and sizes too, and somehow (totally not planned on your part) the cut of the bikini tops grows increasingly smaller as the fashion show continues, going from a full halter neck with cups to a matching micro-bra and thong that that had the fat of your ass falling out and your peaked nipples shining through the material.

and jj is ready to start praying. his dick so stiff in his shorts he’s sure you must be able to see it, a steady flow of pre already dribbling out and no doubt wetting his day-old boxers.

“how about this one jayj? think it might be my favourite,” you hum, walking up to him and leaning straight down so your cleavage hangs in front of his face, his brows pinched into so much duress you’re scared he might actually faint on you.

“m—mhm that, that one’s great. hey, uhm, do you mind just backing up a bit y’know, having trouble— see-seein’ all the details right.” all while he’s internally begging for you to move bcuz if you don’t he’s sure he will bust in his pants at this moment.

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[tra1nchi]

using metalhead bf after he was rude to you after his show went wrong? 🤭

Rock on brother,,MINORS DNI,, Top male reader,,brat taming,,riding,,crying,,hair pulling,,

His show was doomed from the start,,one after another things went wrong,,first his drummer got sick and couldn't preform,,then some of the lighting didn't work and even a fan threw a water bottle on stage!!

He was in a terrible mood,,ignoring your sweet congratulations as he pushed past you,,giving up his guitar to his manager before turning back to you,, letting out a light scoff.

"That shitshow wasn't deserving of a congratulations, why don't you just go home?" He spite out,,chugging the water bottle that was handed to him before he says something he would regret,, going off pure impulse,,

"Just fuck off already, You're making it worse." He rolls his eyes but it slowly dawned on him on exactly what he said,,he had fucked up,,

Shoving him into his small trailer,,grabbing him by the waist as you quickly discard of his belt and jeans,,rubbing him through his boxers!!

Leaning his head back against your shoulder as he shakes his head,,"No please! Im sorry, I didn't mean it!" He squeals out as your hands slips under his boxers,,hips hips rubbing up against the bulge in your own pants

Forcing him to ride you as he spews out desperate apologies,,his eyes brimming up with tears as his dick splutters out another pathetic orgasm,,he's lost count on how many he has had!!

choking on his spit as you roughly grab his hair,,pulling him into a passionate kiss as tears roll down his cheeks,,his scalp hurting from how hard you tugged but it only spurred him on!!

"Good boy I swear, I'll be a good boy for you!" His moans could definitely be heard outside of his trailer but he didn't care, so what if his bandmates could hear? All he wanted was cock!! >□<

[saturniolos]

besties (matt sturniolo x reader) ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

notes: this took me days. i am going BLIND plz show sum love &&&&& hey——— come talk to me ! (btw this type of editing/social media aus have been around for ages- credit goes to the person who came up with it first!!)

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[moon7jay]

i had a hoon hard thought and was wondering if you could elaborate or add anything to it 🤭

but imagine being needy and straddling him, then you start grinding so he holds on to your ass to guide you and press you harder on him, while whispering “such a slut, baby. all for me yeah?”

Please u have no idea how much hoon would love to feel desired. Desiring u is one thing, he desires u all the time but when the initiative is coming from you?? Man loses it point blank.

Imagine ovulating and being so horny, all u need is something hot and heavy in ur leaking pussy to satisfy it. But you're a little shy to voice out ur desires to your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who's looking so fucking hot, manspreading on your couch just scrolling through his phone like the bulge in between his legs isn't making u a hot mess. You'd be rubbing your thighs, trying to get some sort of relief but the more u watch him, the more slick gets pooled in your underwear.

U want to be breeded and u want it now. Mind clouded by lustful thoughts and pussy burning up from the inside, u finally make ur way to sunghoon's unsuspecting figure and snatch away his phone. He instantly looks up at you, eyes questioning, but u don't give him a chance to voice out his queries as u throw his phone to the side and straddle him. As soon as your pussy feels his bulge against it, u moan. A literal, pornographic moan.

To say that sunghoon is shocked would be an understatement. But he's more turned on than he's shocked. The way you dig your nails in his shoulders and grind your hips in an attempt to find some friction against him is starting to get him hard underneath you. Your eyes are unfocused and hazy with lust, biting your lower lip raw, just wanting to feel his cock in u, just wanting him to pleasure u.

You don't even ask for permission and start undressing his lower half, hands shaky and desperate to get him naked.

Sunghoon bucks his hips up to help u take his pants and boxers off, hissing when u instantly start rubbing his cockhead against your clit

His hands wrap around your body, groping your ass, watching u have the time of your life just using his hard cock

Both of you watch how your pussy juices drip down the length of his hard dick, the sight so hot it makes sunghoon groan

"Put it in baby" he whispers, dark eyes meeting yours.

You don't need to be told twice. When it comes to sex, words don't need to be exchanged between u both. It's like a mutual understanding and reciprocation of desire and lust. When he needs ur pussy, u part ur legs and offer him your cunt to fuck into. When u need his dick, he silently watches u use his cock like your favorite dildo.

U slam your hips down onto his length, taking him whole inside your hungry cunt. silent curses fall from his lips while u moan in utter satisfaction. This. This is what ur cunt had been craving. It doesn't take u long to find a rhythm and grind your hips, moving up and down on him like a God damn pornstar. Both of you maintain eye contact, fucking as much through the gaze as u do with your bodies.

"such a fucking slut for me" he groans, kneading your flesh and guiding your hips to move faster on his cock. His hips thrust upwards on instinct, primal lust taking over his senses. He wants to bath in your pussy juices, the pleasure your wet hot cunt is providing him making his eyes roll back in ecstasy

"so fucking needy u would have fucked anything and anyone who was willing to give it to u, wouldn't u baby? " He asked, feeling hot at the prospect of you riding another man. It was wrong, he knew that, and he would never allow u to touch another man when he was there to please u but the thought of watching u take ur lust out on another male's body just turned him on beyond belief.

He also knew u felt the same way, with how tight your pussy clenched around him at his words.

"mhmmm Jesus-just needed a d-dick" u moan, squeezing your boobs, sliding up and down on his cock, angling your hips in such a way that his cock made out with your cervix everytime u slammed your hips down. His hips were meeting your every movement, making hot while lust course through your veins

"yeah? I'm just a dick for u to fuck on aren't i?" He moaned when you started bouncing faster, nails digging into his neck

"yeah, yeah, fuck yeah it feels so good hoonie" u whined and moaned, your head thrown back in pleasure, feeling your high approaching the more u slammed down on his aching dick, his cock stroking your insides just right

"fuck yeah fuck on me baby, use my fucking dick" Sunghoon panted, just babbling whatever came to his mind, the pleasure beginning to pool at the pit of his stomach

"Keep fucking it, keep milking it"His fingers dug into your hips, moving u faster, harder, lifting his hips up to fuck into u deeper

"That's right baby grind your slutty hips on me, make yourself cum, make yourself fucking cum"

The constant filth spewing from his mouth was enough to push u over the edge. A loud moan leaving your lips, your hips halting into a slow grind, your orgasm washing over you like hot caramal chocolate, you could taste it on the tip of your tongue

"fuck yeah, squeeze me like a fucking whore" The knot in sunghoon's stomach snapped upon feeling your wet pussy clenching like crazy, the tightness being too much for him to endure. He thrust his hips up into ur creamy cunt to fill u up to the brim

"such a creamy fucking cunt" he groaned, moving and grinding your genitals together to make the most of your orgasms. You were far from done tho, the heat in your pussy only increasing the more u fucked on him. But sunghoon wasn't complaining, he kept fucking and sucking until u were too tired to do so, passing out in exhaustion and sleeping with your boyfriend's dick wrapped in your warm heat.

[grippingbeskar]

i just k n o w that joel would absolutely love to have reader sit on his face. i don’t think he would ever initiate it, but if baby asked nicely 🤭🤭

asking nicely

joel miller x afab!reader.

warnings: 18+ explicit content. (dirty talk. lil bit of dom!joel. face sitting clearly. joel being a mf tease i want to **** *** ****) swearing.

a/n: anon you are so right. like so so right. i love when people can read his character perfectly— like you are so right about this it’s maddening. he wouldn’t ask, but boyyyyy would he provide. thankyou for this i hope it’s okay i went a little crazy with it. also i didn’t edit this i just DID it. LET ME SIT ON YOUR FACE JOELSNJCKSNCJS

“Stop fidgetin’.” Joel grumbles into the back of your neck, arm tightening around your hips to stop you from flipping over for the thousandth time. You cringe a little, knowing how the tiny bed you two have shacked up in for a night between patrol runs hides none of your thrashing movements to him. You hate keeping him from the limited sleep he gets— but it’s for a good reason.

“Sorry.” You say, and he groans in response. You try to stay still— really, you do. You try to just go to sleep, but his hand picks up it’s movement again, tracing light circles on the skin of your bare hip, and then you’re back where you started.

You feel bad you’re keeping him up, but it’s his fault. How are you meant to just fall asleep when he’s literally touching you? He’s… him. It’s impossible not to want to jump his bones every time he lays a finger on you, let alone hooks his strong arm over your body, his hips pressed against the back of yours.

You flip over again, face to face with him. One of his eyes open, and he groans.

“Darlin’.” He says, voice low and cracked with sleep. “What is it? You havin’ trouble sleeping?”

Instead of answering, you just nod and scoot a little closer to him. You were still naked from the events of just hours before, Joel bending you over the end of the bed and fucking you until your mind went blank, and he’d only bothered to put on his boxers before crashing into sleep behind you. The two of you were incessant like that— you were pretty sure it had something to do with how long it took you both to get together. Now you were, you just couldn’t stay away.

He sighs and wraps you in his arms, kissing you softly on the forehead before you tuck yourself away under his chin. It’s not true, really. Well, you were having trouble sleeping, but it’s not for the reason he thinks.

You hardly get any time alone. Between Jackson’s demanding patrol schedules and Ellie running around with all her friends, you and Joel only really get a few choice moments to be really alone. Usually, it’s great. You love having Ellie and everyone in Jackson around, but tonight you were happy to be alone, and it just made you think of all the things you two do when you’re alone, and now, when you’re supposed to be sleeping, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“Better?” He says, and it’s you sighing this time. He was so sweet to you— just you, all the time, and you really shouldn’t bother him with the dirty thoughts running through your mind right now. “Alright, what is it?”

“Nothing.” You mumble and hide your face. One of his arms slips back over you slowly, his hand trailing it’s way to your face. His hands are so strong, he hardly has to apply any pressure before your eyes flutter up to him, forcing your head up.

“You lyin’ to me, darlin’?” You frown, pouting. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You can’t even see how I’m looking at you.” You squint, trying to find the lines of his face in the pitch dark room.

“Can feel it.” He tips your head higher, making your body wriggle up to follow his touch. His lips hover in front of yours, warmth rolling over your cheeks. “You having those dreams again?”

You shake your head.

“No?” He confirms, and you do it again. “You feelin’ okay? You sick or somethin’?”

“Joel—“

“Don’t whine. You’re a big girl. You need something, you ask for it.” It might not have meant to be taken like… that, but fuck, you were nearly shaking in anticipation. The dip in his voice, a slightly demeaning lilt in his tone— it was doing nothing to calm down the wicked heat spreading in your stomach.

Whatever your reaction, it told him everything he needed to know.

Suddenly he’s sitting up, taking some of that warmth with him, but then he’s reaching for you again, pulling your naked body into his lap and tucking your hair behind your ears. The movement is so natural, so practised to him that he can do it blind.

He laughs darkly, hands cupping your cheeks and kissing you so deeply that it makes you squeak in surprise. Your body tenses up, then melts into him as his hands begin to trail lower, giving you what you wordlessly told him you needed. He’s slow, letting his fingers dip into every curve around your hips, tracing the line of your spine and smiling into your mouth as you arch yourself closer.

His hands reach the base of your spine, then lower, squeezing your ass and groaning as you grind down into his lap. He pulls away, kissing roughly under your jaw, down your neck, the tired and lazy pace making it impossible to not wrap your arms around his neck and thread your fingers through his hair.

“This what you want, sweet thing?” All you can do is hum happily, and he grinds you down on his lap again. “Jesus Christ— fuckin’ insatiable.”

“Joel…” You whine, and his teeth graze the sensitive spot on your neck, making you gasp.

“What I say, huh? You need somethin’…” He dips his head, teeth nipping you bottom lip teasingly. “You ask for it.”

“Joel, come on…” You squeeze your eyes shut, a little embarrassed by the dirty idea that had you flipping around in bed like an animal. Something in particular you two hadn’t tried yet. “I want— I want you to…”

“Tell me, sweet thing. Taught you better than to mumble, didn’t I?” You shudder, feeling his hands wander around your hips to the top of your thighs. He was getting close, but not right on the money.

You were really going to have to say it out loud.

A tight squeeze on your hips has your eyes fluttering open again, and he was so close you could see a little bit of him now. His usually unfairly fluffy hair is a little smushed down from where he’d been pressed into the pillow, and his eyes were half lidded, flitting between your eyes and where your hips met his. He was picture perfect like this— the dimmed image making you remember all the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place.

He squeezes you again, giving you a sly grin, and your mind switches from the romantic to a little more serious.

“I want your mouth.” You manage to say in a breathy gasp, and you’re rewarded with just that. He groans in approval, the vibration against your neck making you keen closer to him. He leaves wet kisses over your marked up neck, then down lower over your collarbone.

“Like this?” He says softly, and you can feel the smirk against your chest.

“No.”

“No?” He pulls back, and you groan— frustrated.

“Wait— yes. But… not like— that. Like…”

“Out with it. Now.” He says, and then smacks your ass like he’s encouraging a horse to trot. The action sparks a little fire in your stomach, and you push him in a show of strength. Your forearm shoves his chest lightly, sending him back into the headboard with a small but audible ‘oof.’

“I want to sit on your face.” You’re met with silence.

Joel’s wandering hands still on your bare skin, and if you really concentrate you can feel his stuttered pulse under his palms. The man who never freezes, never doesn’t know what to do— you left him completely speechless.

Your gut sinks. You think you’ve made him think you’re some kind of sex fiend, or worse— you’ve made him uncomfortable. You sit in the silence for two… three… four whole seconds before it all becomes too much and you try to backtrack.

“Hold on— wait, that came out of nowhere.” No, it did not. “I just… shit, Joel I just—“

“Fuck.” He mutters, and then slams his mouth to yours. He kisses you hot and heavy, and before you know it he’s laying down and you’re hovering over the top of him, your knees over his hips. “You sweet fuckin’ thing. Come ‘ere.”

“Joel, you don’t have t—“

“You want this, baby?” Figuring there’s no going back now, and the mere idea nearly sending your mind into a dizzy spell, you nod at him. “Good. Fuck— so good. I want it. Come here.”

He shuffles further underneath you, your legs feeling like jelly the second he hooks his arms around the backs of them. You gasp and nearly topple over when he yanks you up, and you have to hold onto the headboard when Joel’s shoulders part your legs further.

When you tentatively move higher, you shudder his name when his hot breath brushes over your core. It rushes over your sensitive inner thighs, and knowing he’s so close— so close, and no part of you could hide from him… it was nearly better than the actual thing. Nearly.

That was until he strained his neck up and kissed between your legs right there, and—

“Fuck, Joel!” You cried out, probably loud enough to alert anyone in the area to your location, and Joel fucking laughs. You know, because the sensation only doubles as he smiles and repeats the slow motion, tongue wrapping around your clit while his mouth slowly follows.

“Sit, baby.” He mumbles into you, and you suck in a breath, still hovering slightly over him. You don’t want to crush the man, but if you hold here any longer your legs will give out.

He doesn’t bother fighting you, just wraps his arms further around your legs and tugs you down, smothering himself between your legs so deep you don’t think he can even breath properly.

He isn’t one for wasting time, his mouth already working you open as his tongue tastes you from the new angle, and you know he looks up at your dazed expression because his nose brushes against your clit. You cry out again, and there’s a loud smack before you realise it’s his hands grabbing at your ass again, holding you down.

He groans, and it’s amazing you hear it over your own desperate little noises. It’s impossible to be quiet, Joel downright devouring every inch of you, and you have no choice but to just sit there and let him. It’s fucking earth shattering— your knuckles going white as they tighten around the wooden frame of the headboard. His tongue slides through your folds again, and when he finds that sensitive spot again, your hips buck against his face.

“Yeah— fuck. That’s it.” You hear him say, and then he’s sending an entirely new wave of pleasure up your spine, leaving you breathless for anything else but his name.

“Joel. Joel!” You say in a higher tone than you thought possible. He just groans into you again. The soft scratch of his beard against your thighs is dull compared to the sharpness of the pleasure jabbing you closer and closer to the edge.

His tongue wraps around your clit, the warmth of his mouth making your already limited vision blur into nothing, and then you all but collapse into the headboard in front of you. You don’t know if he can breathe, but he’s holding you so tightly to him and eating you out with such fucking aggression that you don’t even think he cares. He drives you crazy— switching between lapping at your core and fucking you with his mouth, never seeming to decide on a way he wants to taste you, and all it does is bring you to your peak and yank you back just as you’re about to fall.

He knows what he’s doing, too. He loves hearing it in your voice— when you pant all brokenly, when you beg him to give you something, anything, when you offer whatever he asks as long as he just lets you cum. You know what he wants to hear, and at this point, with his tongue inside of you, you’d give him whatever. Whatever he asked for.

“Joel— p-please. I can’t…” You whine as he begins to slow down again, and you can feel that ember of orgasm still alight, growing dimmer and dimmer as he pulls away. “Joel! Joel, fucking hell— please!”

“Shh, baby. It’s okay— you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” He soothes, his hands going soft as they knead at your hips. “You taste too good, sweet thing. Got me distracted. You just want to cum for me, don’t you?”

“P-please…” It’s fucking pathetic, and he laughs, but this time it’s not as mocking.

“Good girl. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Incoherent babbles fill the small room in your voice as he returns his mouth to you, but not before he spits into your pussy, and lets you hear just how wet you are for him and only him.

When he flattens his tongue and lets you ride his face, you know he won’t stop this time. He’s all encouragement— hands pushing your hips to grind on him, focusing his mouth on the parts he knows make you cum quick and easy when it’s him, and he’s groaning so much you think he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

Just as you think you’re going to cum, one of his hands disappear. You only feel it because it gives you just enough room to sink lower and practically trap Joel under your legs. You look over your shoulder and see him fist his cock in his hand, and that’s what pushes you over.

You let the pleasure wash over you, any concern about your weight on top of his face melting away as an intense heat strokes up and down your entire body, making your toes curl. It’s too intense to stay upright, your chest falling forward into the headboard, and Joel mutters something but you’re too blissed out to hear it.

Your hands begin to hurt with how hard your gripping the split wood, and when you let go you nearly collapse over him. Thankfully, Joel has shuffled up slightly so his head is on the pillows, so as your legs give out you land more towards you chest. He catches you easily and helps you lay back down, your legs completely numb as he tangles you back into him and the sheets.

His face nuzzles yours, nose against your cheek as he peppers kisses in its wake. When you turn to kiss him, you can taste yourself on his tongue, and your body shudders again, the aftershocks of one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had still racketing your limp body.

When you gain back all your consciousness, you can feel how hard Joel’s breathing is as he ticks you back against him, similar to how you started the night. At first, you think you must have suffocated him, but when he pushes his leg between your thighs, you feel the absence of boxers, and then you realise.

“Joel, did you—“

“Shh.” He mumbles into your hair and kisses the top of your head, and you can’t help but feel warm all over again. You shut your eyes, picturing the image you have of his hand slipping under his boxers, jacking off to the sight and feeling of giving you head. “Sleep, baby. Long ride home tomorrow.”

You hum in agreement, but every time you close your eyes, it’s all you can see. Biting your lip, you slip your arm over his waist, tugging him closer.

When you feel him harden against your stomach, you don’t think either of you will be sleeping much tonight.