#his pretty eyelashes gently parting and revealing the light in his eyes

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

📹Wes-Cam📹 (with a special cameo from Bizkit)

[sttoru]

‘i told you once, that only two things will have me; you and death.’

☀︎｜tags. gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. themes of insecurity: trust issues kinda (by reader). reader gets called ‘baby, princess, angel’. self indulgent. proof read? whats that

“aww, there’s my hardworking girl,” satoru coos whilst his arms move to hold your body captive against his chest in a much needed hug, “and she’s still lookin’ as pretty as ever! my god — c’mere.”

your over-excited lover cups your face in his hands and holds it like that for a second to admire. his thumb slides from your cheekbone to your lips, gently parting them before pressing a deep kiss to your mouth. of course, he doesn’t leave it by that. satoru never does.

“pretty,” a kiss on your right cheek — “beautiful,” a kiss on your left one — “gorgeous,” a kiss on the tip of your nose — “amazing”, a kiss on your forehead — “sweetest,” a kiss on your chin — “lovely”, a kiss on the top of your head;

maybe it was the stress of the previous days that made you tear up. satoru has made it a daily routine: you come home, he welcomes you with open arms, showers you with his unending love and attention until you physically have to pull him away from your body. you sometimes ask yourself what you did to deserve someone so loving.

if satoru had heard you say the latter out loud, he would have kissed your mouth again to shut the thought down instantly. ‘you deserve everything and more’, you silently recall him saying once.

“stop that.” you mutter. the ‘that’ referring to the butterfly kisses and tight hugs he’s giving you. you tried not to seem in the mood for receiving his affection today. the muffled giggles leaving through your gritted teeth tell another story however.

“nu-uh,” satoru lets out a low chuckle, going right back to giving you what you deserve, “it’s like you’re askin’ me to stop breathing, baby. i can’t just not do this.”

satoru lifts you up into his strong arms and brings you over to the kitchen counter, settling you there - somewhere away from all that he had been cooking since the morning. he’s grinning from ear to ear, glancing from the covered plates near the stove and back to you.

you tilt your head curiously as you watch satoru grab one plate and uncover it, revealing the content like it was a big surprise—

“open up f’me, my princess.” your lover hums as he’s already guiding a piece of cake to your lips. your favorite cake which he had oh-so-obviously cooked himself judging by the messy look of it. your gaze lingers on the piece for a second to appreciate the gesture.

when you look back up at satoru, his eyes are already on yours — patiently waiting for you to let him feed you. his blue eyes are sparkling with a sense of pure excitement; one he only has around you. his love for you was almost overwhelming at times like these.

“why?”

the simple, one word question made the white sorcerer stop in his tracks. his head cocks to the side, eyelashes fluttering lightly in confusion, though the handsome smile on his face remains. ‘why’ could mean a lot of things in this context; why do you want to feed me? why do you want me to eat this? why should or even would i?

out of all the possible interpretations, satoru knew the exact one you had meant the moment he saw the tears that welled up at the corners of your eyes; ‘why do you care so much?’

“do i need a reason to?” his voice was smooth and soft. almost way too soft now that he’s realised just how vulnerable you were in front of him. satoru’s smile only widens, however — the sight of his girlfriend being overwhelmed by his affection was one he couldn’t resist.

it’s part of your charm. the charm you don’t know about; the charm that made the gojo satoru fall head over heels for you. your lover shakes his head with a light-hearted laugh, putting the slice of cake back down on the plate so he could hold your hands in his.

“i love you, yeah?” he kisses the back of your hands with utmost care before planting another one on your forehead again. satoru cradles your head against his chest afterwards, making you rest your weary body against his for as long as you needed it; his warmth and comfort, “it’s because i love you. that’s the only reason why, angel.”

you just nod in response — needing a moment of silence to recover, which satoru grants you without it having to be asked verbally. it’s like he knows just what goes on in your little head and is always updated about your changing feelings.

that’s what surprises you most. satoru’s super attentive to every single detail about you. from your unnoticeable habits to the big facts. that is what love truly is. that is how it feels like to have a man love you unconditionally—without any underlying or ulterior motives. without expecting anything back.

“i love you too, ‘toru. forever.” you reply eventually in a hushed whisper. the sorcerer only tightens his grip around your body, hugging you closer to his chest like his personal plushie. he nuzzles his nose into your hair — your scent both relaxing yet addicting.

“yeah,” satoru sighs in content and closes his eyes—allowing them to rest. all his senses are focused on making you feel better. he won’t let go of you until he’s sure you understand that you’re deserving of it all; his loving hugs, kisses, words of affirmation, gifts, comfort, cuddles and support.

“forever and beyond that.”

satoru doesn’t mind reminding you how much he cherishes you. even if he has to remind you every day until the day he succumbs. you’re his number one priority; he’ll even make sure to tell you he loves you with his dying breath when the time comes.

he’ll make sure of it.

[tiza0925]

Pretty Little Thing | 18+

Warnings/Tags: nsfw, afab/female!reader, kissing, soft!dom Hinata, pet names, teasing, sitting on his lap, vaginal fingering, grinding, praise kink, implied multiple orgasms, it gets wet and messy ♡ SET IN A TIMELINE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Hinata Shouyou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It should be embarrassing how easy it is for you to get this aroused. 

All it takes is for you to sit on his lap—his muscled thighs keeping your legs spread apart—while he murmurs such soft demands to kiss him with light touches all over your body—

And you’re already heated just by that alone—your pussy leaking in your panties, clit all puffy and sensitive, and your nipples feel so heavy that the slightest brush over them can set you off. 

“Shouyou—”

But it’s mostly the way Hinata kisses you as he holds your hips in place—lips slotting between yours and suckling on your plush lips like he wants to taste you—while parting your mouth open with his to let his tongue slide against yours so sinfully—

That’s what has you melting into a puddle of honey and heat as you make a small sound at the back of your throat—and your fingers in his hair dig in a little more to scratch against his scalp. 

“Hm?” Hinata hums, sounding dazed, still kissing you senselessly as his hands—so big and calloused—move behind you to give your ass an indulgent squeeze. “You okay?” 

He asks while nipping your lower lip, pulling out a whimper from you, and you force yourself to relax in a shuddering breath as you pull back a little. “Y-yeah, I just—”

You suck in a sharp breath as he kisses you again, and your eyelashes flutter as they grow half-lidded. 

You need more.

Making out with him on this couch in his apartment is great—one of your favourite ways to pass the time with Hinata but—

But god—there’s this needy ache between your thighs that you can’t ignore, and it’s getting at you with every slick slide of his mouth against yours. 

“You need something, baby?” He asks, causing you to look down at him and—

Your eyes widen at the grin you’re met with in return—as if he already knows without needing to hear you say it—and you swallow hard, nodding slowly as you wet your swollen lips, your voice coming out breathy, “Yes.” 

“Yeah?” Hinata has one eyebrow raised, and his grin grows as his voice lowers, tilting his head to kiss the underside of your jaw, murmuring, “Was kissing too much for you, sweetheart?” 

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his warm lips kiss your jaw, below it, then slide his mouth down the side of your neck, teasing that sensitive spot in the crook of your neck. 

Fuck—

It has your head going hazy, and your cheeks grow hot as he sucks on that delicate piece of skin, seemingly intent on leaving a small mark. 

Not that you mind. 

You’re always proud to show off whatever mark Hinata leaves on your body—whether it be a small bruise from his mouth or a red spot from where his hand would meet your skin with harsh slaps—you wanted everyone to know. 

Your fingers curl into his hair as Hinata continues to lick and suck at your neck, and your mouth parts with heavy breaths swooshing out of you as you nod wordlessly—your tongue feeling too thick to move at the moment. 

You hear Hinata chuckle—you even feel how it rumbles against you with how close your bodies are pressed against one another—and then he pulls back to tilt his chin up at you, his eyes so murky with desire. “Then show me.” 

You blink, confused for a moment with a frown burrowing on your lips, and Hinata kisses your small pout as he mumbles against your mouth. “Lift your skirt for me, baby.” 

Oh. 

You shake as he kisses you gently, slowly, and so softly before you pull back to do just as you were told—your hands a little shaky with just how affected you are—as you tug at the bottom hem of your skirt to bring it up and over your waist, revealing pink panties that are already a little soaked. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Hinata groans, low, as his eyes take in the small damp spot seeping from the center of your panties, and he runs the pad of his thumb from your covered clit and down your slit, feeling just how hot and wet you are through the thin fabric. 

Then he brings his eyes back up with a small, teasing smile, and your stomach flutters. “I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” 

You huff out a breath, clearly a little embarrassed of how obviously affected you are. “Shut up.” 

But that just makes him snort softly, and he hooks two fingers to pull your panties to the side, revealing your bare pussy that’s all sticky and shiny from your arousal. 

“Look how pretty you are,” Hinata drawls, almost entrapped with the way his eyes are admiring your pussy, and his other hand comes to run his middle finger—that’s long and thick—through your pillowy folds, gathering your fluids towards your little clit, while the excess of your juices leaks onto yours and his thighs. “Such a messy pussy too.” 

Who would’ve thought that the Hinata Shouyou would have a mouth like that? 

Because you certainly didn’t when you first met him in Brazil. 

He seemed nice—innocent, actually. 

It’s why you felt so safe and carefree around him when you two talked. 

It’s also why you agreed to come back to his place for the night—only your perceptions of him to be completely turned a whole 180 when you realize that he’s a different person in bed. 

Still sweet and caring, yes, but god—he knew how to make you feel so heated and exposed with such simple words. 

And that was months ago.

Now look at where you guys are. 

You whine as you try closing your legs—but that’s futile when he’s got you all spread out from the strength of his thighs—and he laughs quietly at your embarrassment as you rest your forehead on his shoulder. 

“Don’t be shy,” Hinata cups you over your cunt, feeling just how soft your pussy is, and he puts pressure against your clit with the palm of his hand. “I like it when it’s all wet, sweetheart.” 

He kisses the side of your head, almost soothingly, and he grinds his palm up to rub it against your engorged clit, his voice a throaty whisper against your ear. “You feel so good like this, you know.” 

You shudder, electric sparks of heat shooting up your spine as he continues to grind his palm against your pussy, getting it soaked and drooling all over his hand and fingers, and it has your eyes rolling back as you let out small moans. 

“Can you cum like this?” He asks that, all sweet yet there’s a hint of a demand in there, as he kisses your ear. “Get my hand all messy for me, baby?” 

You let out a shaky groan, and your hips begin to move in sync with his hand, bringing that tight coil in your belly to grow more and more until it’s so close to exploding—

And Hinata gets your cunt all drenched as his palm spreads your juices everywhere—making your pussy all sloppy as he brings you to your first orgasm—

“Shit—” You gasp, all wet and needy, when you feel one of his fingers dip inside you, and Hinata is so damn quick to curl his finger to rub your g-spot, causing stars to shoot behind your eyes and liquid fire bursts from your clit—

“There you go,” Hinata coos, strumming the inside of your walls as he gropes your pussy, sounding throaty as his lips brush against your ear. “You’ve always been good at listening to me.”

God—

Your mouth opens with a silent moan as your orgasm ripples through you—suddenly and harshly—and you cum on his hand, fluids leaking everywhere that you get all slippery with how wet you are.

And Hinata works you through it, his free hand coming to hold your hip—his fingers dig into your flesh—just mesmerized at how pretty you sound at the moment. 

It’s when he feels you grunt from overstimulation that he pulls his hand away, and you let out a huge breath as your body goes limp against him and—

And then you hear him hum as something close to the sound of sucking catches your ears—and your turn your head to watch with wide eyes as he licks his hand, groaning at the taste of you. 

“Get up.” 

You blink dazedly at him, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm with your cunt still throbbing, and he must’ve noticed the confusion on your face as he chuckles breathlessly, giving you a chaste kiss—and fuck, you can faintly taste yourself on his lips. 

“Don’t look so confused, now, baby,” Hinata smirks against you, and your heart makes a small leap as he kisses you again. Slowly. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

That’s another thing about Hinata that surprised you—

Is that all of his passion and eagerness you’ve seen on the court as he plays volleyball—

That all translates well into how he is with you in bed—because he never just stops at one orgasm. 

And tonight is no different. 

End. 

Masterpost

[tieruuu]

"Crystalflies" - a mini Zhongli x Childe fic

The team finds a cave full of interesting crystalfles. Lumine makes for a great wingwoman.

-

“Hey guys! I think we should be able to rest here for the night,” Lumine announced to the rest who were making their way to her. She looked around, surveying the landscape she stood on. A rocky overpass loomed ahead, occasionally emitting little glimmers of light.

“Ooh, what’s that light? Let’s go check it out!” The shrill Paimon yelled out, dashing (flying?) forward ahead. “Paimon?” “Guys, look! Look! It’s full of crystalflies! They’re so pretty!”

Catching up to Paimon, the rest of the group were left stunned at the sight that beheld them. Little geo crystalflies fluttered around the cave, twinkling and glowing like stars in the night sky. Occasionally, they would gently bump into each other before flitting off in another direction.

“There’s at least ten of them…” Lumine muttered, holding out her hand. To her surprise, instead of running away, one of them landed on her hand, its wings still intact before fluttering off again. “These crystalflies are not afraid of humans, perhaps because they’ve never encountered one before.” Zhongli the walking encyclopaedia spoke up, gently poking one of them with his hands. “Do you think they’ll taste different than the ones we see regularly?” Xiangling chimed in, eyes shining like the crystalflies.

“You’ve eaten-?! Never mind, we can try it out tomorrow,” Lumine replied, raising her eyebrows. “For now, let’s sleep in this cave alright? It’s not so often you get to meet crystalflies that don’t disappear immediately!” Childe declared, already pulling out his sleeping bag.

“Alright! Xiangling will sleep with us over here, you can go sleep with Zhongli over there,” Lumine said, discreetly nudging Childe’s side.

“Wh- why? Don’t we all usually sleep side by si-"

“Shh! I’m giving you a chance here. Don’t think I haven’t seen the looks you give him,”she hissed, before smiling and jogging off. Leaving Childe and Zhongli, who’s just come back from the other side of the cave, to their own devices.

“So, Xiansheng! Wanna sleep with me?” Childe flushed, slapping his hand to his mouth. “I mean-! You, you ready to sleep?”

“Of course, come here.” Chalking it down to Zhongli’s occasional obliviousness, Childe sighed, only to feel his heart race when Zhongli placed their sleeping bags together. “Right, right just like always, just like always, nothing more to it,” he reasoned with himself, stiffly moving down to settle into his side. “Goodnight, Childe” Zhongli’s amber eyes glowed dimly in the dark-lit cave, reminiscent of the night sky view of Liyue. A warm feeling settled in Childe, who replied in tune.

-

Everyone was now asleep, or that was what Childe would’ve liked, as even as he felt the hours tick by, he was still wide awake. The Harbinger just simply could not fall asleep, cursing the recent hectic week where he pulled all-nighters for messing up his sleep schedule. “Maybe if I go and fight some lawachurls it’ll help me,” he thought, as even as he felt the hours tick by, he was still wide awake.

Propping himself upright as quietly as possible, he turned to take an opportunistic peek at Zhongli before he left, and oh-

The consultant’s face was a tranquil sight; long eyelashes fluttering so slightly in the cool night breeze, his usual stone face replaced with a gentle expression, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Childe’s heart tickled, his movements halted as he leaned in closer to Zhongli. Crystalflies surrounded the both of them, their warm glow relaxing him further. Azure eyes drifted around the sleeping man’s face, taking in as much as possible. They lingered on his lips, which fell slightly parted, revealing glimpses of sharp teeth and tongue.

“They look so soft…” Childe held his breath as he reached out, touching a finger pad to his lips. He pressed gently, enamoured with the way they sprung back into shape. “If I… he wouldn’t notice right?”

He leaned closer, feeling Zhongli’s slow breath against his face. He closed his eyes, his own lips hovering just above the other’s when he abruptly stopped.

“No, wait! I want to do our first time properly, when he’s awake!” Childe’s eyes snapped open, reeling his head back, the blood rushing to his face as he comprehended what he was about to do. Just as he was about to get up, he felt himself being yanked downwards again, his lips pressing against something soft and warm. His breath hitched as blue met gold, Zhongli staring deeply into his eyes. He struggled to move, but Zhongli’s firm grip held him still with their lips together, for a moment that seemed like eternity.

Finally he was let go, and he popped off the other’s mouth with a gasp, his face fully flushed as he fell to his side.

“Wh- what?! You-“ Childe spluttered, his mind swirling. Zhongli sat up to face him, leaning in so close that Childe thought he was going in for another.

“For your information, the lord of each element can see through their respective crystalflies,” Zhongli whispered, his soft deep voice sending jolts through Childe.

“When did you…?”

“I realised when you started moving closer,” Zhongli replied, thoughtfully pausing before continuing. “Why did you stop?”

“That was because I wanted it to be more special…” Childe mumbled under his breath, almost unwilling to be heard. He buried his face in his hands, avoiding looking at the other.

“Oh, uhm… my apologies,” Zhongli’s voice sounded bashful, surprising him. “We could try again next time, to your liking. Let us return to bed for now.”

With that, Zhongli shifted closer to Childe, facing each other. Childe’s heart raced as he realised what Zhongli implied, squeezing his eyes shut.

“If you don’t mind, Childe,” Zhongli brought his arms around Childe’s waist and torso, pulling him close to his chest. The scent of musk and sandalwood soothed Childe, slowing down his heartrate, soon sending the Harbinger to sleep. His last few conscious thoughts were that of Zhongli’s scent and touch (and the same went for the other).

/fin

Tieru here! Slowly catching up to my backlog of minifics that I have yet to post to tumblr :''')

I'll prioritise reposting the ones that I'm more proud of, so stay tuned <3

[sluttyten]

for writing prompt Mark 4,25,43 🙂

mark lee + “shh, it’s okay, go back to sleep. daddy just needs you right now.” + “shit, i forgot just how tight you are.” + playing with you in your sleep.

cw // consensual somnophilia

Mark couldn't believe how sweet you looked while you were sleeping. So very innocent and very tempting.

You were asleep by the time he got home, passed out on your stomach on top of the sheets with your phone still held in one hand and a video playing quiet on the screen. You were wearing Mark's hoodie over just a pair of panties. The hoodie had risen up as you slept, exposing your ass.

Mark crawled slowly onto the bed, not wanting to wake you up.

Normally he would just carefully take the phone from your hand, plug it in for you and leave it on the bedside table. He might pull a blanket up to cover you, and then he'd settle in beside you and fall asleep immediately.

But looking at you now like this after he's already been feeling pretty worked up all day, Mark can't help but touch you. He knows he's been neglecting you and your needs lately, as well as neglecting his own. It's been weeks since you had sex, and now as he looks at the supple shape of your ass and the pretty pink of your panties, Mark feels the ache in his balls.

He needs you.

You've talked about this before with him. Letting him touch you and use you while you sleep. Mark's your daddy, and you'll do anything to please him.

Your body is reactive to him even while you're asleep. When Mark touches your thigh, your legs spread apart for him, and when he massages your ass, leaves a kiss on the backs of your thighs, and finally he presses a light kiss right over the heat of you through your panties.

You sigh in your sleep, shifting your hips slightly.

When Mark moves to kneel between your legs, wanting to get down on his belly to get comfortable, your body moves accommodatingly; one leg sliding up the mattress, knee bent as you draw it towards your torso, opening up plenty of space for Mark.

It's easy then for him to slide the middle of your panties away, to reveal your pussy to him.

Mark licks his lips. He loves the taste of you, his sweet baby girl always eager to feel his lips on any and every part of you. Even now as you're asleep, your body reacts to him touching you like this, your pussy glistening with new arousal. He wants desperately to eat you out, but more than that -- his cock gives a sharp, almost painful throb where it's trapped in his pants, pinned between his body and the bed -- he wants to feel you tightly wrapped around him.

He climbs off the bed for a moment, taking care to take your phone from your hand and plug it in to charge before he quietly digs through the drawer of the bedside table to locate the lube.

He's not feeling so patient tonight. The need for you came on suddenly but strongly. There have been nights in the past when Mark's taken ages touching you while you're asleep, working you up into dreams of frenzy, getting you to cum first on his fingers or tongue before you're wet enough for him to fuck you. But he can't wait that long tonight.

A sleepy noise leaves your lips and your hips shift, legs twitching gently when Mark eases two of his lubed fingers against your entrance. A soft sigh becomes a moan as he works his fingers inside you, spreading the lube and doing his best to stretch you for his cock.

You’re not awake, but a moan breaks through you, just a quiet one, half buried in your pillow, but Mark smiles to himself, pleased that he can make you feel so good when you’re not even aware really of what he’s doing.

He continues fingering you, liberally using lube, curling his fingers against your walls, and occasionally leaving biting kisses on your ass. It’s during one of these kisses when his tongue strays out, perhaps a little too wildly, flicking your asshole, and you gasp.

This time your body twitches and then Mark feels your pussy clamp down around his fingers, and you sleepy start to twist around, attempting to close your legs and roll over and see what’s going on.

Mark sits up, still stroking your pussy with one hand and with the other he reaches up for your hand. “Shh, it’s okay,” Mark whispers to you, “go back to sleep. Daddy just needs you right now.”

You blink, lacing your fingers through his automatically. Slowly your gaze lowers to his forearm that flexes as he fingers you, and your eyes close, your head dropping back to your pillow. “Okay, Daddy.”

Mark smiles, and he brings your joined hands to his lips, brushing a kiss across your knuckles. “Good girl.”

He leaves your hands entwined and resting on the mattress. Your body relaxes entirely, but Mark can see you’re still awake, eyes cracked open to watch him through your eyelashes, and fuck he likes that, the docile way you’re playing along for him.

You lift your hips needy when Mark leaves you without his fingers, but then there’s the sound of him unzipping his jeans, the movement in the dark of him pulling his erection free from the confines of his pants. He pumps a hand over himself, adding a bit of lube to ease the way, and then there he is, finally filling you up after weeks.

He’s not the only one that’s been in need.

“Shit, baby girl,” Mark groans, “I forgot just how tight you are.”

It’s been too long since he fucked you, to have forgotten how snugly and perfectly your pussy wraps around his cock. Even when he fingers you thoroughly beforehand you always feel tight around him, and it’s perfect, especially right now with the lube helping with the glide as you lift your hips off the bed and Mark thrust into you.

Both of his hands fly to your hips, clutching tight, holding your hips up where he wants them, and you play along like you’re still asleep like you know daddy wants to pretend you are. You keep your head in the pillows, eyes almost fully closed but your head tilted just right so you can see Mark’s face through your eyelashes. You hold your body limply, letting Mark take this however he likes.

You like having him like this, raw and needy, Mark’s attraction to you overwhelming him so much that he can’t even find the time to wake you before he has to have you. You love knowing that you’re his sweet baby girl and that your daddy wants you so badly.

It’s no time at all before Mark’s truly fucking you, hips and thighs slapping against your skin as he races toward his orgasm, fucking you at a bruising pace, swears spilling from his lips under his breaths with several praises mixed in.

When Mark cums, he’s halfway pulled out, so most of his load paints your pussy lips and the stretched to the side fabric of your panties, but some of his load did end up inside you, and you feel it dripping out of you as you clench around nothing now, your body left hanging without an orgasm, craving to have Mark back inside you.

But Mark leaves the bed between your legs. He kicks his jeans off, tugs his shirt over his head, and rolls down to his spot beside you. You know he’s about to fall asleep, and normally you would also be asleep at this point when he fucks you while you’re sleeping so it wouldn’t then bother you that you didn’t get to cum. But you’re awake, and though Mark has denied you orgasms before, you were a good girl for him just now. You think you deserve it.

“Daddy,” you sigh, turning over, sliding closer to him, wrapping your hands around his arm and tugging lightly. “Daddy, I had such a good dream. You were touching me, making me feel so good.” One hand slides down his arm to his wrist, to his hand, and you try to guide Mark’s hand between your legs. You just need him to finish you off, even if it’s just his fingers.

Mark stares at you from under heavy eyelids. “A good dream, baby? And you didn’t cum?”

“No, sir.” You sink a little closer to him, once more trying to guide his hand between your legs. “It was such a good dream though, and I was almost there, daddy. But then it ended. I want more of you, I need more.”

Mark gazed at you until you feel like maybe you should just turn back over and fall asleep, forget about cumming tonight.

But then Mark’s hand moves, slotting in between your thighs. His fingers slide through the sticky mess of cum, fingers enter you with absolute ease, and he buries three of his fingers as deep as he can. From the outside Mark rubs his palm against your clit, and inside you he massages his fingers against your G spot, working at both centers of your pleasure until your legs are quivering, your pussy dripping like a waterfall.

Your body is pressed as close to Mark’s as you can get, one leg now thrown over his hip so you can be closer, can grind your clit down against his palm better. The double-sided stimulation is enough to carry you quickly over the edge of orgasm. The feeling so intense that you can feel yourself squirting around Mark’s fingers, and the aftershocks of your orgasm have you shaking in his arms until he eventually removes his hand to instead strike your thigh.

He kisses your forehead. “Was that good, baby?”

“Yes, daddy. So good.”

Mark smiles and pets your head gently. “Good girl. Now go back to sleep.”

You nod and without moving even a centimeter from where you’re comfortably tucked into Mark, you close your eyes, and within moments you’re asleep.

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[wri0thesley]

Could I get a request for Nanami somnophilia? Maybe he’s had a hard day at work and wants to destress a little by making you feel good? ~ 💖 u///u

Sweet Dreams, Darling - Nanami x Reader (2.1k)

You’re so pretty, and Nanami’s so stressed, and he just can’t resist you.

warnings: afab reader, no pronouns (reader wears a nightgown). not sfw, somnophilia* (not discussed in the fic but implied to have been agreed upon), coming inside.

Today had gone far beyond overtime.

Nanami is buzzing with unrestrained feelings when he opens his own front door, crackling with cursed energy that hasn’t yet worn off him even after defeating the curse. He can feel it tensing his muscles and shoulders, making everything seem all the more intense, like shivers and electricity running through his fingers.

He can’t remember the last time that a mission had left him feeling like this; so on-edge and stressed. Usually by the time he gets home after work, he’s bone-tired. Even when he hasn’t put in any overtime, it’s all he can do to keep his eyes open and strip off his work clothes and accept the kisses you lavish on his cheeks as you admonish him for working too hard, telling him he needs to take a break every so often.

He wearily strips off his jacket, his harness, his weapon and hangs them on the coat rack in the hallway. It’s dark, and he doesn’t want to turn on the lights and perhaps alert you to his presence when he knows you probably stayed up too long waiting for him anyway, so he tries to ensure his feet slide almost-silently across the wooden floor, until he can open the door to the shared bedroom and--

His breath catches in his throat. He’d been right, that you’d stayed up to greet him and welcome him home – but you’d evidently grown too tired to keep your eyelids propped open, and you’d fallen asleep in the warm golden glow of the bedside lamp, your book fallen onto the floor beside you. He kneels to pick it up, to place it on the night stand; and he can’t help but notice how pretty you look in the light.

Your mouth looks so soft and plush. He knows what you taste and feel like against his own lips, intimately, but every time he catches a glimpse of your mouth again he wants to suck it into his mouth and bite until you groan. The curves and lines of your peaceful face are positively angelic, the fan of your eyelashes against your cheeks making him want to brush his thumb over your skin and see how warm you would feel beneath the places he’s calloused from gripping his weapon too hard.

You haven’t pulled yourself down under the blankets, because it is a summer’s evening and the air is cloying. You're wearing a thin white nightgown, a confection of satin and lace – the straps dig into your shoulders, cling to your breasts and hips, emphasising the curves of you that Nanami knows will fit so well into his big hands. He knows you like he knows the back of his hand; he’s spent countless nights entangled in you, studying you with his lips and mouth and fingers. Knows the places that make you sigh, make you bare your throat, make you twist your fingers into his hair and murmur; “Kento, please,” like it’s an invocation for him to grant you release. The lace-trimmed hem barely skims your thighs, and Nanami can already tell that you’re wearing nothing underneath it.

His cock gives an answering throb to that assumption in his slacks.

You’re always so unfairly pretty. He doesn’t know how to deal with it – this rush of affection whenever he sees you, the fact that his body responds to your curves and your smiles and the glitter of your eyes like it’s betraying him. He knows he’s handsome, but he’s never considered himself desirable – but you look at him like he hung the stars, cling to him at night, brush kisses over his neck until he believes you when you tell him how perfect he is.

“You can do anything to me,” you’ve breathed against him, too many times to count. “Any time you want, any place – I’m yours.”

You wouldn’t mind. He hesitates for a moment, before he brings up a hand to his tie. Loosens the knot. Unbuttons his shirt. Unzips his slacks. Through it all, it’s like he’s on autopilot – his eyes do not for one moment leave your prone form, so peaceful and unbothered in sleep. You look like an angel. How’s he supposed to resist?

The thought of parting your soft thighs has his cock stirring again, and he palms it through his underwear, his eyes flickering closed for a moment as he remembers that this morning, you’d ground your ass against him in bed when he’d had to get up. You’d batted your eyelashes, pouted; “Just stay for ten minutes?” You’d asked him, and he’d had to sigh and kiss your forehead.

He hates denying himself, but he hates denying you even more.

He’s undressed now, and he climbs onto the bed to look at you. Your face shifts as the bed dips under his weight, eyebrows furrowing for just a moment before they smooth back out and your face is perfectly peaceful once more. A hand comes up to caress the cheek, to rub his thumb along your lower lip – your mouth opens slightly, allowing him to slide his thumb into your mouth. Still sleeping, your tongue brushes the digit, sucks on it gently before he withdraws it.

The submissive little action has his belly all full of flames.

Hands caress your collarbones. Fingertips stroking along your bare shoulders, the place an old love bite from him has faded to be barely noticeable. He slides his palms over your breasts, relishing the warm, heavy weight of them. You curve out so beautifully, fit in his hands like you were made to be held there. You shift again in your sleep, unconsciously leaning in to the hungry heat of his touch. He can’t help but lean in as his thumbs caress your nipples, coaxing the buds to hardness beneath his touch. He breathes in the scent of your hair, so familiar – smooths his lips across your forehead, the bridge of your nose, your cheeks. Brushes his lips against your mouth, winning a soft exhale of breath from you, one that has a little bit of a whine hidden behind it as he continues to play with your chest, squeeze the weight of your breasts in his hands.

You unconsciously press your thighs together, sighing, and Nanami cannot wait any longer. Those two big hands slide past your waist, over your hips, over your outer thighs so he can dig his fingers into the softest parts of your legs and gently part them. The nightgown’s hem is pushed out of the way with the movement, folding and bunching over your hips to reveal that his attentions have certainly had an effect on the slit nestled between your legs.

Even in lamplight, you’re wet enough that Nanami’s mouth practically waters. Beads of your slick glisten, clinging to the softly furled petals of your sex – the pearl of your clit peeking out from beneath the hood. The feel of the cool air hitting your heated cunt makes your face scrunch for a moment, the expression so lovely and raw that Nanami wants to kiss it off your face.

His cock is pulled out of his underwear, encircled in his fist – the shaft is thick and hot and hard, pulsing with need for you. The glans is slick with his own pre-come – not that it needs to be, as he shifts his hips and rubs the head through the lips of your labia, smearing your arousal all over him.

A full-body shiver goes through him at the feel of your cunt’s folds clinging to his cock – he’s not even inside you, and he feels like he could come. He hadn’t realised just how pent-up he was from today’s nightmare of a job until he had come home to the refuge of your body – even asleep, you manage to calm him. He feels like a ship that’s come into port, as he rubs the head of his cock up and down your cunt. You shiver every time it makes contact with your clit, and he feels your own body pulse beneath his. In your sleep, you still want to be fucked by him. As he repeats the motion, making sure the head drags faster over the swollen bundle of nerves, you sigh so prettily and cant your hips so adoringly that he thinks he’s woken you up--

No. Your mouth has dropped into a soft, small ‘o’ shape, but your eyelids do not even flicker. There’s the lightest sheen of sweat on your forehead, and muscles in your thighs are twitching, but you are still deep in your dreams.

He wonders what you’re dreaming about; selfishly, he hopes it is him. He hopes some part of what he’s doing has permeated your consciousness. Judging by how wet you are, the way he can feel your cunt clenching when his cockhead drags too close to your tight hole, he knows you’re at least having a very good time in your own imagination.

Rubbing his cock through your slick is all very well and good, but it’s not sating the urge inside of him. It’s not enough. He wants to feel your body around him – your heart beating, your breath catching.

He adjusts himself with his thumb and forefinger, letting his cock head catch on the rim of your entrance.

This one makes you let out a soft;

“Aaah—,” in your sleep, so quiet that it may as well be a puff of air as Nanami takes his time sheathing himself within you, enjoying the tight cling of your walls, plush and wet and welcoming. He’s buried his cock in you so many times, and you’re always tight enough that it feels like the first one all over again – your breath shaking your chest, your mouth open, the pulse of both of your hearts pressed against one another.

As he bottoms out inside you, your head moves restlessly; your pretty mouth shapes a wordless moan, a whimper, that soon turns into;

“K-Kento, mm, please--”

You are dreaming about him. The thought makes his gut twist hot, almost pushes him over the edge. He pulls out gently before driving himself back in, not wanting to wake you up by being too enthusiastic in his pumping. It’s nice, having you like this – feeling the way you’re sucking him in, being able to sense every little pulse and clench of your walls. His front presses against yours as he gathers your thighs up, holding them further apart. You seem to get what he wants even in your half-asleep state, soft thighs locking about his hips. Oh, fuck. He tries to keep his pace steady, but you just feel so good around him – like you were made to take his cock.

One of his thrusts is particularly hard, the wet sound of his cock inside of your cunt echoing about the walls, his pelvis grinding perhaps a bit too forcefully into yours – and your eyes flicker open, dark and hazy with sleep. They half-focus on him above you, all misty and pretty. Your mouth curves into a sleepy smile as you look at him, one of your hands gently reaching above you to cup Nanami’s face and trace the sharp line of his cheekbone and jaw.

“Kento?” You murmur. “Mm, feels . . . feels good--”

“Shh,” Nanami murmurs, smoothing a kiss onto your palm. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

You sigh.

“Love you,” you say to him, sleep-laced – and then you do fall back to sleep, your eyes drifting closed again even as Nanami’s hips are still driving into you. Your hand drops from his face – but your lips don’t lose the smile, tired but wicked, and Nanami is staring at that perfect curve of your mouth as his orgasm tears through him.

His cock twitches inside of you as pleasure blinds him for a moment, all whited out heat and his cock pulsing spurt after spurt of his release inside of you. Your body clings to him, greedily drinking in everything he gives you, and he waits, slowly rocking his hips against your inner walls until he’s sure that he’s utterly drained and that every drop of his come has been pushed as deep inside of you as it can go.

Only then does he let himself pull out.

Your eyebrows furrow as he does it, as your cunt is suddenly found empty – but then, Nanami crawls to lay beside you, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you spoon-fashion so you mould to his body. The soft, pleased smile on your face hasn’t faded at all.

He feels bad that you haven’t gotten to come - ordinarily, Nanami considers himself a gentleman. He likes having you come two, three times before he’s so much as gotten his cock inside of you - but tonight had been different. Tonight he had needed this. Needed you.

You snuggle into his embrace though, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world – and he consoles himself. It’s not like he doesn’t have a hundred nights in the future to make it up to you - he wants to spend the rest of his life kissing you, making love to you, holding you, fucking you. Loving you. 

He drops another kiss on your shoulder, murmuring softly into the crook of your neck;

“Love you more.”

[kirieshhhka003]

Hi! So, I just read one of the prompts you did with diavolo x fem!reader and i loved it. It was really good!

Can I ask for prompt 110 " for your safety I'll be gentle" or 34 "I'm afraid I can no longer remain professional" (or both, your choice) with Bucciarati x fem!reader, please? 🤗💕

Omg omg omg, I had this idea sitting in my brain for a long time, you are a blessing!!!

Prompt 34: I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional

Pairing: teacher! Bruno Buccellati x fem! student! Reader

Warnings: NSFW, teacher/student dynamic, school sex, fingering, corruption kink, dirty talk, loss of virginity (?, with fingers, does that count?)

Professor Buccellati lets out an exasperated sigh, trying his best to keep a calm friendly expression in his handsome face, and you can’t help but look coyly at your knees, fingers fidget nervously with the hem of your skirt. He’s been trying to explain you this topic for half an hour now, man has tried every way of elucidation his mind could produce, but your brain stubbornly refuses to assimilate information that teacher gives you

Brunette takes off his glasses, massaging the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index fingers, his pretty eyebrows are knitter together

- Okay, don’t worry Y/n. I see that you understand this topic but you just need some time so your brain can process all the information. That’s enough for today, go and get some proper rest, - your teacher says, closing the book laying in front of you with a soft flop

You look at your teacher, disconnect glimmer in your eyes:

- No, signire Buccellati, I need to work more! I’ll have my first final next week, I can’t just sit around waisting my time! - you reply, hint of complaint in your tone. Brunette just sighs heavily, his eyes wander all over your sulky pretty face

- Y/n, I can see the dark bags under your eyes, when did you sleep properly? - man inquires, looking sternly, but still with a hint of softness in his gaze, like if he was scolding a toddler for their little mischief. You don’t find what to answer. But really, when? You can’t even remember the last time you slept over 4 hours

- That’s what I’m saying. Don’t overwork yourself, you need to relax. I’m sure that you know everything, and I know that you’ll do great on your finals, so get your mind off school for a little bit. Go to the caffe with your friends, watch some anime or what do teenagers do now? - professor says, making you smile at his last words

- I just can’t make myself relax. I’ve tried so many times, but none of my attempts worked. Even when I listen to music I subconsciously start to reiterate all the formulas. It seems like I’m slowly going insane. I just don’t know what to do to distract myself from studying, I’ve tried literally everything I could, - you confess quietly, suddenly you feel pity on yourself. Slowly losing your mind because of preparation for final exams - definitely not the life you wanted

Brunette stays silent for almost a minute before letting out a sigh, his voice drones on, cutting through the silence of the classroom

- Well, I have one idea on my mind, it may help, - man says in appealing tone, you raise your eyes from your knees on the man sitting next to you, your sight full of attention and hope

- Really? - you ask, note of disbelief in your voice makes older man smile placidly at your reaction

- Yes, but I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional with you then, - man replies, watching intently at your reaction on his words. You only nod aggressively a few times, ready to pick up on everything your teacher will say

You don’t understand much what’s going on when your teacher tilts your head by your chin to face him, the next moment his plump lips are pressed gently against yours, man’s hot breath tickles your cheeks. Your eyes widen and you bleat in protest, but signore Buccellati hushes at you, pulling back a little

- That’s okay Y/n, that’s part of the plan. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna work, you want me to help you, don’t you? - brunette utters hastily and his deep calm voice works wonders, turning you into a putty goo in brunette’s arms. You only nod silently, the expression on your face is kind of bewildered, bright blush adorns your cheeks. That makes your teacher smile with the corners of his mouth, his warm hand that was holding your head by the chin now caresses the side of your face

- That’s my good girl. So just trust me and try not to make too much noise, okay?

Your lips meet again, but this time the kiss is way more ardent and passionate. Professor Buccellati parts your lips with his tongue, shoving it inside of your mouth, trailing it along the raw of your teeth. You whimper quietly at older man’s manipulations, you put your slightly sweaty from nervousness palms on brunette’s shoulders, squeezing them faintly, eyes are shut tight, eyelashes flutter against your cheeks

Professor’s free hand lays atop of your thigh, gently tracing intricate patterns on your skin, causing goosebumps to rise. You rub your legs together feeling heat starting to gather in the bottom of your stomach, all the debauched sounds that your mouthes do turn both of you even more

- Sit on the desk, - your teacher rasps and you’re quick to obey, doing as you’re told and sitting yourself on top of the desk you’ve just sat at. Signore Buccellati soon splays your legs wide, nestling himself between them. Your lips meet again in a wet sloppy kiss, brunette’s hands roam your body, paying special attention to your breasts and hips

Older man leaves trail of kisses leading down to your neck, his lips softly caress your skin leaving you a whining mess in your teacher’s experienced arms. He unbuttons your shirt just enough to reveal your breasts, shifting your bra up a little to free your tender tits. Soon his lips play with one of your sensitive nipples, making you blush even harder. You nibble down on your bottom lip trying to suppress all the cries and whimpers coming from your throat, you subconsciously start rocking your hips upwards, trying to grind your groin against your teacher

Bruno’s hand makes its way down to your throbbing sex, his fingers glide slowly on your soft pussy covered with already dampening pink fabric

- Such a good little girl, already all wet for me, - professor Buccellati murmurs against your ear, his voice is velvety deep, you can’t help but open your legs wider giving man full access to your body

Your hands that were previously gripping on teacher’s shirt come higher, timidly embracing signore Buccellati by his broad shoulders. This bashful gesture makes man smile softly, he leans forward in your touch and your nuzzle your face into his neck, the sweet smell his perfume makes you feel even more dizzy

Professor nudges your clit through the fabric of your underwear, forcing thick mewl to escape your lips. He hushes at you softly, soothingly rubbing your lower back with his other hand

- Principessa, you gotta be quiet. Otherwise we’re gonna get caught, and that definitely won’t end up well, - teacher explains and you only nod at his words, nibbling harder into your bottom lip. Man places a quick kiss on your temple, his hands ruck your skirt up and you can feel his fingers hooking the elastic of your panties, tugging them down, easing your underwear down your legs, taking pink garment off of your body

Air of the classroom feels cold against your now exposed slicked folds and you unconsciously try to close your legs, but professor’s slim body between them doesn’t allow you to do so. Brunette’s index and middle fingers glide over your naked cunny, his touches are so light that you can barely feel them. You whine protestingly, bucking your hips upwards to feel your teacher caressing you properly

Signore Buccellati takes pity on you, finally giving in, his fingers part your slicked folds, making you shiver slightly. His thumb traces around your needy clit a few times before gently rubbing it, making you tighten your grip on his shoulders. Man presses his lips against your neck again, littering your skin with small kisses. Your back arches at the feeling of professor’s long finger carefully sliding inside of your virgin pussy. You let out a sweat moan, your toes curl at the newfound feeling of fullness and you cling on your teacher so desperately

Buccellati starts moving, burying his finger to the hilt in your velvety heat, and then fully slipping it out of your body, and then everything repeats. His lips find yours, capturing your bitten mouth in a deep fervid kiss to which you respond eagerly. Man puts his free hand on your shoulder, pushing you slightly, making you lay on the cold surface of the desk

Now professor’s strong figure is now crouched over your trembling form, he places his hand on the desk next to your head propping himself up, while the other one works in between your thighs, pleasuring your stressed tiny body. Signore Buccellati’s face is just in a few inches away from yours, he looks intently at you, reveling in your every smallest reaction, exploring every pretty feature of you. Soon his eyes stop right on yours, making an eye contact, what causes you to blush even harder

You feel your teacher slowly adding second finger, breaching your tender cunny, making you squeal beneath him. His digits stretch your inner walls, setting your mind to the state of euphoria. Professor’s fingers find some special place inside of you, rubbing it with every experienced thrust, all while his thumb works on your clit. Your eyes roll into your skull, and you’re just about to cry out your teacher’s name but you quickly shut yourself up, slapping your hand over your mouth, muffling drooly moans

A shiver runs through your body at the feeling of signore Buccellati’s fingers curling up inside of you. Tears of pleasure run down your temples, getting lost in your hair, your thighs start trembling as you feel warmth suffusing you. Professor quickens the jutting of his hand, slamming his fingers in and out of your needy body

Pleasure comes in waves, crashing over you like a tsunami. You bite down on your fingers, trying your best not to moan as professor works out your orgasm, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers praises and sweet nothings. Your free hand grips on teacher’s shoulder, probably crumpling his navy blue shirt up, but both of you could care less

Professor doesn’t slip his fingers out of your quivering cunny, gently massaging your inner walls as you slowly get off your high. When your brain finally comes back to work you look at your teacher’s handsome face, his lips are curved into satisfied leer as his ocean blue eyes look hypnotically at you, hint of mischievousness sparkle in them

Well, signore Buccellati sure did help you to take your mind off of school

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[fweasleyswhore]

Kinkmas Day 2:

Exhibition, Degradation, Praise and Daddy Kink

Let Them Hear - Fred Weasley

a lil gamer au fred fic for you !

a/n: this was discussed heavily with my friend @ilove-cedricdiggory and i had to bring it to life for them

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Modern AU /Gamer AU. Reader wants attention while her boyfriend is gaming, and he gives it to her, with his friends still on call.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, 18+ themes, daddy kink (p mild honestly), exhibition, degredation, pet names, oral and fingering (female reciving), unprotected sex (wrap before you tap kids!)

“Freddie?” Poking my head through the bedroom door I saw him sat at the end of the bed. His long nimble fingers were dancing around his gaming controller, something he had been doing for the better part of the day now. Without looking at me he pulled one side of his headphones off, revealing his ear. Pushing the mic down away from his face he looked at me from the corner of his eye.

“Hey baby, what’s up.” His fingers still danced across the controller as he asked, his eyes flickering over the screen that danced with bright colors as he played.

I moved into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me I slowly padded over to him. I played with the hem of my shirt, his shirt, and sat down next to him, leaning my head on his shoulder. “Need you.”

He let out a hearty chuckle, pulling the other side of his headphones off so they rest around his neck. “Is that so, you need me?” I simply nodded, pushing my bare legs together seeking for friction. The action did not go unnoticed by Fred who smirked in response.

“I promised them we woud play,” he spoke gesturing to his headphones. I could hear the distant voices of his friends, making out Oliver and Draco saying something about meeting somewhere in the game. I let out a short huff, looking at him with my best innocent face, batting my eyelashes up at him. He laughed again, leaning forward I rested my forehead against his shoulder about to admit defeat. “Awe baby, you got it bad?”

“Yes! I tried to tell you before you got on your game and that was two hours ago!” I whined.

“Tell him what?” I heard a voice ask from the headset.

My face flushed at the sudden realization that during my small outburst I had forgotten we were in the presence of other people. Fred laughed at my reaction and pulled the mic back towards his mouth.

“Y/N is feeling a bit, needy, right now.” Fred said smug as ever. I flushed even harder, smacking his arm lightly.

“Fred!” I scolded in a light tone.

“Go on and help her then Freddie,” I heard George say, recognizing his voice.

“We don’t mind, a new match is about to start anyway, just don’t join.” Draco said.

“You guys are alright with that?” Fred asked?

“Yeah, you will be done before this match is over, we all know you last less than two minutes.” Ron snorted. Howls of laughter could be heard over the headset and I watched as Fred’s smile transformed into a scowl. I brought my arm up squeezing his bicep lightly and offering a shy smile. The cold look in his eyes gave me shivers as he looked over to me.

He pulled the headset off, tossing his controller to the side. Instead of following suit with the headphones he pulled them over my head so one encased one ear and the other was left free.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he messed with the mic so it was situated next to my mouth. My words were met with with cheers and short ‘hello’s from the boys on the headset but I ignored it watching Fred’s movements and he turned off the TV.

He leaned into me, his lips barely brushing mine. “I’m going to show them how long I last, and how good I make you feel while doing it.” I felt heat rise to my cheeks and wetness pool between my legs. I nodded in response. “Words baby.”

“Please.” I begged, opening my legs. He smiled gratefully and dropped to his knees.

“Begging already L/N? Has he even touched you?” Draco asked. Before I could respond, Fred's fingers ghosted of my clothed folds, I bucked my hips as a gentle whine escaped my lips.

Tenderly he pushed my panties to the side. Licking a strip up my dripping pussy, he stopped at my clit, circling the nub gently. His movements driving me wild I cried out again.

“What’s he doing Y/N, what could possibly be making you sound like that so quickly?” Wood asked. I could hear the disbelief in his voice.

“He’s using his, his mouth.” I replied rather out of breath. I felt Fred smile against me and he changed pace, wrapping his lips around my clit, sucking lightly and drawing small circles on it with his tongue. It felt heavenly and I called out his name to let him know it. Tangling my fingers in his hair I pulled gently, he groaned, sending vibrations through me that had me bucking wildly into his mouth.

One of his hands found my hip, the other my thigh and he pushed me down keeping me in place as he continued to push me toward the edge. I let out a long whine as he stopped to lick another stripe up my folds, stopping to tease my entrance with his tongue. “Doing so well baby, being such a good girl for me.” Fred praised before diving back down.

“Don’t let him lie to you, Y/N, you’re slut. By the sounds of it you’re about to cum and it's barely been a minute.” George piped up, laughing through his words. I hated to admit it but it made me grow wetter, an involuntary moan left my lips as Fred continued his work.

“You like that, being told how much of a whore you are?” Ron asked, his voice was hoarse as he asked, sending shivers down my spine.

“Of course she does, listen to how much she started moaning, she's just a little slut, letting Fred use her.” Draco snarled.

I moaned out loudly letting my head fall back. My orgasm was fastly approaching and as long as Fred didn’t stop I was going to fall apart.

“Are you going to cum?” Wood asked.

“Gonna prove what a slut you really are?” Draco pushed. I moaned out again, Fred continued to lick at my clit, ravishing me. I lifted my head, looking at him with heavy eyes waiting for him to give me what I needed.

He made eye contact with me, raising his eyebrows in a silent question. I nodded feverishly letting out a small whine. He hummed against my clit, both answering me and tipping me over the edge. I came with a long moan, arching my back and fisting the sheets so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I tore through them with my nails.

“F-Fred!” I jolted as he continued attacking my clit. His grip on my hip and thigh grew tighter and he pulled me against his mouth, not slowing down. I shook as the overstimulation took over, my abdomen, I fell back on the bed, arching my back as high as it would allow, my muscles clenched and unclenched, my legs shook of their own accord. Fred removed his hand from my hip, his fingers trailing over my entrance.

“Listen to her begging like a whore, you hear this?” George muttered.

“Unbelievable, she's a blubbering mess, falling apart at his every move.” Ron muttered.

“Do you like being used Y/N?” One of them asked, I couldn’t distinguish who as Fred teased my entrance with his fingers.

Letting out a long languid moan to answer their question, I bucked into Fred’s touch. The shake from overstimulation began to fuel the pit in my stomach as it quickly returned. Fred pushed two fingers inside of me, taking no time to crook them upwards and hit that spot inside of me that had me seeing stars. His lips pulled harder on my clit as his fingers sent a sensual pase. Pushing into me slowly and pushing against me. I was shaking, my second orgasm seconds away.

“Please, I-I need to cum,” I panted. “Please Daddy, let me cum.” I screamed as Fred suddenly fastened his pace.

“Daddy? I didn’t know you were into that L/N.” Ron said.

Realizing my slip I pulled my head up scared to see Fred but when I met his eyes they were lust filled, pupils dilated so much they almost looked completely black.

“Are you going to cum for Daddy?” Wood taunted.

I whined, begging for permission to release that would eventually happen with permission or not.

Fred nipped my clit lightly, brushing his teeth over it while simultaneously burying his fingers deep within me. I bucked wildly against his grip, cumming for a second time in mere minutes. I felt my release squelch on his fingers as he slowed down his pace, slowly pulling his face away and his fingers following suit. I layed there, blissed out and twitching watching him stand over me, wiping my release off his chin on the back of his hand.

“You did so good baby, so good for Daddy.” I felt my cheeks warm up as he used the title.

“Such a slut, greedy one too, has he gotten any attention.” The words from Draco pulled me from my blissed out state and I looked down at Fred to see his dick straining painfully against his trousers.

“Freddie…” I made grabby hands toward the man, he smiled and leaned over me.

“Not my name.” He whispered against my lips, moving to make open mouthed kisses down my jaw and to my neck.

“D-Daddy?”

He hummed against the column of my neck and I could feel his smug smile forming. “Yes baby?”

“Fuck me.” I said softly, placing my hands on his shoulders, pulling his head back up to mine I brushed my lips against his gently. “Please.”

“Such a dirty mouth, think he’d have half the mind to punish you.” George said. By the half hearted chuckle that escaped Fred’s lips I knew he heard him too.

“Not tonight,” He whispered, bringing one hand down my side he pulled up my shirt, bunching it above my breasts. “But next time I won’t be so nice.” One hand roamed the now free expanse of my chest as the other propped him up. His hand gently pinched my nipple, eliciting a moan from my throat.

“That’s too bad, I would have loved to hear him spank you.” Oliver groaned. I moaned lightly at his words, the thought of him bending me over and punishing me made me grow impossibly wetter. I would not be surprised if there was a wet spot on the bed.

“Spread those pretty legs for me.” Fred said. I quickly obliged, pulling my knees up and to the side, opening myself up for him. “Such a pretty cunt, all spread and wet for me.”

“You’re really wet for Weaselbee Y/N?” Draco asked, followed by a ‘hey’ of offense from George and Ron.

“Mate she’s drenched.” Fred replied having heard him. I felt my face heat up, feeling self conscious being the center of attention and having all the boys discuss my sex. Out of instinct I began to pull my legs together to hide but Fred stopped me. Pushing my legs apart he leaned down, landing a gentle kiss to each of my hip bones. “You’re beautiful baby, don’t hide from me.”

I nodded shyly, relaxing in his grip I brought my hands down to release him. Pulling his cock out he let out a low hum as I stroked it lightly, beckoning him closer to me with each pump. Soon his hand found my wrist, prying me off of him he linked our fingers together, using his other hand to line himself up with my enterance.

Slowly he pushed in, bottoming out and grinding his pelvis into me. “Ah, yes, m-move please.” I begged as he rutted his hips in a circular motion.

He pulled out almost completely before slamming back in, towering over me he held both my hands, pinning them above my head with his own. He set a relentless pace that had my stomach in knots in seconds. My legs felt like jelly as he bottomed out with each thrust.

“So good for me baby, taking my cock so well.” Fred growled in my ear. A broken moan left my lips in response.

“Thank you Daddy,” I cried out. I felt my eyes become glassy with pleasure and he leaned down placing gentle kisses on my cheekbones urging the tears to not fall.

“You’re such a little slut letting him use you like that.” Draco breathed into his mic.

“Such a whore spread open for him.” Wood added. I moaned, tightening my walls around him causing Fred to hit that spot inside of me perfectly.

“I’m going to- please Daddy,” I didn’t finish my sentence. It fell into a broken moan as Fred pounded into me with intent.

“Gonna cum Y/N?” Ron asked.

“Gonna cum on his cock like a little whore?” George followed.

“Yes!” I cried. “Please!” I begged, a few tears fell down my face as I fought off my orgasm.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.” Fred moaned in my ear. I let go of all of my pride as I cried out broken thank you’s.

“Daddy, yes, yes, thank you.” My back arched off the bed, feeling my nipples brush against his chest. His hips began to falter and soon he pushed himself in me completely, cumming inside of me with reckless abandon. He pushed his already flush hips into me a few more time, driving his cum deep inside of me.

“Dirty whore did you like that, moaning for us, putting on a little show?” Draco asked.

“Yes.” I answered breathlessly. Fred tenderly pulled out, collapsing ontop of my chest.

“Dirty girl,” Oliver tutted.

“A good girl.” Fred responded straight into the mic. I blushed at his words.

“Can’t argue with that.” George said.

“Nope.” Ron agreed.

Fred pulled the headset off of me, I put up no fight, laying there with useless legs and ragged breaths.

“Don’t talk shit about my game, might I remind you none of you are in a serious relationship and I just made my girl cum three times.” Fred said into the mic. I heard arguing over the headset but it was soon diminished to nothing as Fred left the call laughing to himself.

He turned to me standing at the foot of the bed, running a single finger up my shaking legs. “You did so good baby, I didn’t know you had that in you.” He said a goofy grin adorning his beautiful features.

“I could say the same for you, Daddy.” I arched my back as I spoke, driving my chest into the air. I watched his eyes grow dark again, and I bet his dick was twitching watching me.

“If you want to walk at all this week I suggest you stop while you're ahead.”

“Make me.”

[thewheezingwyvern]

hello! i was wondering if i may please request a nsfw piece with shinsou for arcane april? i’m happy with him being anything fantasy related, but i thought maybe it’d be interesting to have him as a vampire or similar creature of the night. thank you so much! ♥️

Listen you do NOT have to twist my arm for Vampire!Shinsou. Pretty sure my pupils dilated just at the thought. Here you go Nons! This could technically be a part 2 of Nectarous Night for this event or be a stand alone piece! Dividers by firefly-graphics!

𝔇𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰

Vampire!Shinsou x Fem!Reader

Kinks/Warnings: Aphrodisiac, Somnophilia, Cunnilingus

You were supposed to be just a passing fancy. A quick feed and fuck and he would be on to hunt for other prey. But the chase to get you to surrender to him for the first time was too intoxicating. You were too intoxicating. Before he had even sank his fangs into you, his thoughts were so fixated on thoughts of you. Shinsou could not understand why. He had walked this earth for over one hundred years, seen many pretty faces, heard many sweet moans and yet none seemed to compare to you. Why was he so fixed on you? He couldn’t help but wonder that as he slipped into your bedroom once more.

Hitoshi could really get used to this view. The covers had been kicked off of you sometime in the night, revealing shapely legs that made his mouth water. The shorts you had worn to bed along with the thin tank top hid very little of your body from his hungry eyes. Soft skin around your stomach was bared to him, the cotton of your shirt having slid up to gather around your waist. Full lips were parted in soft breaths laced with dreams. Around your head your hair was a halo around your head, the column of your neck bared just for him.

But he had other places he wanted to taste.

“Sleep, Kitten.” He murmured lowly, tapping into his powers of enthrallment.

Your eyelashes fluttered briefly before stilling once more. Deft fingers hooked around the hem of your shorts and worked them down your soft legs. A sheen of dewy arousal had gathered on your lips, glistening in the light of the moon that streamed through your window. Hitoshi began crawling towards you slowly, probing fingers whispering along your skin. Once settled in, the vampire dipped his head and pressed slow kisses to the delicate skin of your inner thighs. A soft sight escaped your parted lips and he found himself grinding his erection into the mattress, already eager to hear the beautiful sounds you would make for him. A cool tongue swiped at your soft skin there, relishing in the taste that bloomed across his tongue. Despite you being deep in the sleep he had influenced on you, Shinsou could almost taste the thrum of your pulse. Mouth watering, he eagerly sank his fangs into your inner thigh.

A sweet, pained cry was his answer to his bite and it had him groaning. He hooked his arms beneath your legs, ushering your knees up so they arched over his shoulders. Drinking sounds flooded the room as he hungrily lapped up your flowing blood, reveling in the taste and the swelling moans that were falling from your mouth. The aphrodisiac effect settled in quickly, rapidly warming your skin beneath his fingers. With every swipe of his tongue he could taste the arousal building in your blood, smell the slick that seeped from your pussy. Once he had his fill, growing drunk off of the heady flavor of you and the sound of your whimpers, he turned to drag his tongue up your sex.

The long needy whine that you gave, hips rolling in response, had him grinding himself down against the mattress again. Fuck you sounded so amazing. And the taste of your nectar was enrapturing. Starved for more of you, Shinsou buried himself between your legs, lips locking around your throbbing pearl and suckled. The vampire growled against you when your back arched, a rattled gasp ripping past your lips before melting into a loud, pleasured cry. The way you writhed against your soft lavender sheets was a breathtaking sight and it spiked his own desire even harder. Hitoshi raked one of his blunted teeth gently over your sensitized bud, panting when you gave a pleasured wail.

“I want to fuck you so bad” he growled out, lapping and licking and sucking, “but I’m going to have you cum with just my mouth tonight.”

Your moans swelled louder, bouncing vigorously off the walls with such volume that your neighbors would probably hear. But that only made Hitoshi more aroused and determined to explore what other delicious noises you would make for him. Indigo eyes flashing, the vampire devoured every drop of your slick, marveling at your flavor, your voice and every little twitch you made for him. He didn’t stop until you were howling with pleasure and cumming hard on his tongue.

Nothing could ever compare to the taste of you.

((Want to participate in Arcane April? Check out my post here about the event and send in your requests!))

[jaskierswolf]

Your heart beats like wings

Written for the Teef Week Event in @thewitcherbog.

Ship: Gerlion

Rating: E

CW: Fae!Dandelion, biting (and drawing blood), mating bites (of sorts), wing kink, coming untouched, blow job,

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Geralt had always known there was something not quite human about Dandelion. Whenever his golden-haired poet was near, the wolf’s head would hum quietly on his chest, a fact that Dandelion seemed to delight in. Whenever they shared a bed or curled up together on the forest floor, Dandelion’s long lutist fingers would wrap around the wolf, calloused fingertips tracing the fur on its ears and muzzle. But Geralt never asked, and Dandelion seemed content to keep the mystery a secret. Years passed, decades, maybe nearing a century, Ciri blooming into a beautiful young lady, zipping off through time and space, Yennefer still scouring the Continent for a way to take back what she believed was stolen from her, and Regis settling down in Toussaint with a fellow vampire, popping in to see Geralt and Dandelion on occasion.

No one seemed to notice that the seemingly human bard hadn’t aged a day over the cruel winters and burning summers that had passed.

Geralt noticed but he was scared, scared of losing the one constant in his life. If he asked, if he drew attention to it, the peace surrounding them might shatter and he’d be left alone, always waiting for his friends and family to arrive, isolated.

Dandelion hummed, tucking his hair behind his ears before leaning down to press a kiss to Geralt’s neck, sucking a bruise into the tender skin, his hips rolling over Geralt’s cock. Ever the poet, Dandelion murmured a steady stream of praise as he trailed his lips under the line of Geralt’s jaw, whispering rhymes and verses as he nibbled Geralt’s ear.

“What thoughts are rattling through that pretty little head of yours, my darling?” Dandelion asked as he sat up onto his heels, his fingers tracing patterns into Geralt’s chest, not dissimilar to the runes on his swords.

“Nothing to worry about,” Geralt muttered, pulling his husband into a kiss to finally silence him. The words melted into a soft moan as Dandelion’s lips parted easily under Geralt’s, elderflower wine still on his tongue, sweet, delicious, divine.

They kissed some more, lazy and slow, a simmering heat gradually building into something more insistent as Dandelion’s hands finally wrapped around Geralt’s cock.

“You’re lying to me,” Dandelion hummed, hand slick with oil even though Geralt never heard the cork pop. “Tell me, dearest, please.”

Geralt’s eyes fluttered closed, Dandelion’s fingers working magic along his hardening cock, making it difficult to think about anything else. “You,” he finally mumbled, “was thinking about you.”

Dandelion giggled, the sound making Geralt’s medallion vibrate a little more against his chest. “And what about me?” Dandelion asked, his voice ever musical and beautiful, one carefully trimmed nail running along Geralt’s cheek.

“You- you never age, Dandelion. Why?” Geralt asked, feeling his cheeks heat up as he finally voiced the question that had been haunting him for years.

The poet sighed, pressing his face into the crook of Geralt’s neck, fingers wrapped tightly around the wolf medallion. “I was wondering when you would ask, my dear witcher.”

A heavy silence fell over the room as Dandelion sat up, legs resting either side of Geralt’s waist. He continued to trace patterns into Geralt’s skin, until the quiet became almost unbearable, crushing Geralt under the enormity of its weight. The question became a burning sword, ready for Geralt to fall upon, the destruction of everything he held dear. Until, in a strangely vulnerable voice, Dandelion spoke once more.

“Promise not to hate me, Geralt, darling, please.” His voice cracked, shattering along with Geralt’s heart. They may have had their spats over the years but to hear that his husband doubted him so… it was unforgivable. He would spend the rest of their days together trying to make it up to Dandelion, until his husband truly believed how much Geralt loved him.

Geralt took one of Dandelion’s hands in his, placing a kiss to each knuckle before gently turning it over to kiss the palm. “You must think me mad,” Geralt reminded him, echoing words from so long ago, “if you think I could ever hate you.”

And still Dandelion remained silent, cornflower blue eyes locked on his, lacing their fingers together. “Even if I’m a monster?”

If it weren’t for the sincerity in Dandelion’s voice, Geralt would have assumed the poet was joking. How could his husband, kind and gentle Dandelion who threw up at the sight of blood, think he was a monster? The most vicious Dandelion ever got was when he was up against Valdo Marx in a bardic competition, but his old rival had passed many years ago.

“Even then.”

“Are you- are you sure?”

“Dandelion, speak,” Geralt said, squeezing the poet’s hand in his.

“Very well.”

But instead of speaking there was a sudden burst of magic in the room, Geralt’s medallion jumping off his chest, the teeth of the wolf almost snarling as it vibrated wildly. Dandelion’s features blurred and changed, his already sharp cheekbones becoming more angular, the fingers between Geralt’s lengthening, claw-like nails replacing neatly trimmed ones. When Dandelion opened his eyes once more, cornflower blue irises now glowed with slitted pupils not unlike Geralt’s, and when he smiled, Geralt saw a row of sharp teeth glistening between rosy pink lips. His golden ringlets parted to reveal two curled horns, but what really drew Geralt’s attention were the shimmering rainbow wings that unfurled from behind his husband’s back.

He was beautiful.

“Dandelion,” Geralt breathed, unable to think of any other word.

“Hello, Geralt.”

“You’re- you’re beautiful.”

Dandelion’s eyes fluttered shut, a serene expression gracing his lips, and the room seemed to glow from whatever magic the poet was weaving, his hair gently blowing in a breeze that Geralt couldn’t feel. Behind him, Dandelion’s wings beat slowly, catching off the candlelight and sending glittery sparkles of light cascading across the room. It was captivating, enchanting, alluring, and Geralt couldn’t take his eyes off his husband.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice distant to his own ears.

“Hmm, well, I rather think you should,” Dandelion giggled, leaning down to press their lips together.

Geralt’s fingers tentatively reached out to caress Dandelion’s wings, making the poet shudder, a soft gasp falling from his lips, the taste of wild flowers on his breath.

“Again…” Dandelion murmured, and so Geralt stroked along the seemingly fragile veins of the wings until his husband was a quivering mess on top of him, cock hard and leaking onto Geralt’s stomach. “Oh gods, Geralt.”

“I’ve got you, Dandelion,” Geralt hummed, his fingers digging into Dandelion’s thighs as they rutted together, Geralt’s cock aching between the curve of Dandelion’s arse.

“Julian,” Dandelion whispered. “My name is Julian.”

Geralt blinked up at his husband, cheeks flushed bright, the very picture of ethereal beauty. “Julian,” he repeated, “my flower.”

As the name fell from Geralt’s lips, a strange silver light whipped around his husband, connecting his heart to Geralt’s, and he cried out, lost in pleasure as he came, purely from the caresses to his wings. He collapsed forward, sharp teeth latching onto Geralt’s shoulder to muffle his cries. Geralt hissed in pain as the fangs sank into his skin, but the pain soon succumbed to pleasure and he thrust up against Dandelion’s arse, hands still exploring the colourful wings that were so alive beneath his fingers. Every touch tingled against his skin, hot and cold at the same time, magic in its rawest form, making Geralt feel dizzy.

Dandelion moaned, releasing Geralt’s shoulder for barely a second before kissing over the wound. His husband then wriggled from Geralt’s arms, kissing down Geralt’s body as he shuffled down the bed, each kiss was accompanied by a sharp bite until Geralt’s skin was a map of unfamiliar teeth marks, some bleeding, some not, Dandelion didn’t seem to care. Wherever his razor sharp teeth did break through Geralt’s skin, there was a thrum of magic, building and building inside of Geralt, until he could almost feel Dandelion’s heart beat right alongside his. Wings fluttered out behind Dandelion, now out of reach but still so captivating.

“My darling, my husband, my Geralt,” Dandelion murmured between kisses, gazing up at Geralt with glowing blue eyes as he pressed a kiss to Geralt’s hip.

“Yours, Julian,” Geralt agreed, threading his hands through Dandelion’s soft blond curls, knuckles bumping against the newly grown horns. Unlike the wings, Dandelion’s horns didn’t appear to be sensitive in the slightest, but Geralt was still intrigued. He gripped one of the horns in his hand, guiding his husband lower, moaning with every kiss and bite to his skin.

Dandelion giggled, pressing a kiss to Geralt’s inner thigh, “Patience, love.”

“You try my patience, poet.”

“And yet you insist I’m not a monster,” Dandelion sighed, sinking his teeth into Geralt’s thigh.

Fire blazed through Geralt’s veins, crackling electricity, even as Dandelion’s tongue lapped over the bite mark. He knew there was some magic at play, but it was a part of Dandelion, a part that had remained hidden for so long and finally, finally, Geralt had been allowed to see.

The trust that Dandelion- that Julian had in him was almost overwhelming.

Glowing eyes met his and Julian winked, eyelashes even longer and darker than before. That was all the warning Geralt got before his cock was enveloped in the wet heat of Julian’s mouth, the bard already moaning around his length. Geralt’s own moans harmonised with his husband as his head fell back against the pillow.

He had a feeling he would be in for a long night.

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[drakenology]

Hmmm how about a school reunion at UA high (you can choose any men you like idc). The pro hero doing the freaky with you in an empty class, and it could be a friends to lover kind of story. (Just sayin if it’s a good idea ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ since it just popped in my mind)

i’m running laps... nonnie you da bestest!

Reunion- Izuku Midoriya

warnings: smut, cum, panty gag..? is that what you call it?, exhibitionism, raw sex, cussing, heavy teasing, use of alcohol, friends to lovers, cocky ass pro hero midorya.

If you told yourself about an hour ago that you’d be going to a high school reunion you’d call yourself a liar. UA was the place where you spent your best years, learned a lot and made many amazing long time friends. Even if your invitation was last minute you still got yourself all dolled up to attend.

UA’s entire campus was decorated for the occasion. Even though you were to all meet in the gynasiam, your old principal still knew how to host an event. As you walk inside the gym you see all the tables, some already filled with former students catching up with their old classmates. You notice that all of 1-A was in one assigned part of the room and run over.

You noticed you could hardly recognize any of your friends when you arrived, Kirishima towering over just about the whole class as he stomped around greeting everyone with his huge dress shoes. All the girls looked so pretty in their gowns, sparkling in the light as they walked by to say hello and walk straight to the punch bowl to chat; you following them when you see Momo and Ochako.

Todoroki, Bakugo and Midorya all walk in together looking like and absolute iconic trio. They all grew into their looks fabulously, practically every alumni stopping and staring as they entered.

Izuku greeted everyone with a warm smile you’ve always loved, emerald eyes shimmering in the lights above your heads. Izuku was always such a handsome boy. Though after all these years those boyishly cute looks were replaced by the strong and prominent features of a man. He wore a black sweater with a white button up underneath, the collar sitting on the crewneck sweater with class. He had on a silver watch and matching rings, dazzling cufflinks and charming shoes. His entrance made a point that it paid to be the number one hero, and any naysayer from way back when could respectfully suck his dick.

Izuku stops by the punch bowl when he sees you and all the girls standing near it, obviously he had to greet all the women who supported and helped him be the hero he is today. He gushed to Uraraka about how strong and powerful she’s become, doing the same for Asui and Momo as well.

When he saw you though, standing with your glass in your pretty manicured hands he had hug you. Even though you were only his friend, he often found himself stroking his cock to the thought of your breathy moans as he pounds you harshly against any and every surface, his hand reaching up to choke you as he fucks tears into your eyes.

You were admirable, strong and gorgeous. All throughout high school he watched you closely, witnessing your greatness before you topped the charts as a top five hero. He always wanted to be close to you, hoping your greatness rubbed off on him as you learned from each other.

Izuku got close, his scent enveloping you as he pulled you up to him by the waist and hugged you like a long lost lover. You find yourself sighing into his chest and he swayed side to side, his big arms encasing you in their strength and protection.

This is the same boy who couldn’t even look you in the face at school without turning beet red, all grown up and so confident in himself. He could charm the panties off of even the prudest of women, his once gentle voice now smooth and deep. “How have you been, Y/N? It’s been so long since I last saw you.” Izuku says, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. If he was trying to seduce you it was working, a giddy laugh parting your lips as your stomach fluttered.

“I-It has been a while hasn’t it?” You grin, batting your eyelashes as he smiled back at you, sickeningly sweet as he refilled your glass like a true gentleman.

“You look great tonight.” He says, leading you over to a nearby table to sit and catch up.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Number One Hero.” You tease, sitting after Izuku pulled out your chair. Izuku laughed sheepishly, having a seat next to you.

“Stop. I’m just plain old Deku.” He chuckles, raising his glass to toast with you. As the night went on, the spiked punch started to make you pay more attention to Izuku’s matured appearance.

He sat up tall, broad shoulders and big scarred hands as he took another sip from his glass. You watch closely as his lips wrap around the rim, wishing it were your pussy instead as your thighs clench unconsciouslly.

Your clit throbs as you watch him interact with all your other friends who had joined you at the table, his charming smile and velvety laugh making your heart run a million miles a minute. Izuku himself had fallen victim to the affects of the alcohol you both consumed, Izuku’s glance diverted towards the necklace you wore which hung teasingly above your delicious cleavage.

His palms sweat a little at the thought of your pebbled nipples pressed against his chest as he drilled you into the table in front of you both. Izuku’s eyes follow your curves as you sat, thighs squished and thick as your dress hung just above your knees.

What a sorry excuse for a dress, he thought. It’d be a shame if someone were to hike it up a bit to show off that ass he loved watching walk by in class. In a fit of lust Izuku mindlessly palms at your thighs under the table, darting his eyes up at you to see if you liked the feeling of his hands on you.

Boy did you. You bit your lip, your cunt aching as his hand grabs at your inner thigh and caressing the soft skin. He kept the conversation going with his old classmates, his hands palming at your panties as he hooks his fingers along the hem. His smile was so deceiving; innocent and friendly to mask the lewd actions he was performing just under their noses. You gasp, his fingers running along your clothed slit.

“Are you alright, Y/N? You look a little hot.” Izuku asks, keeping up his sham as he points out your heavy breathing. You nod, ensuring everything is fine as you feel his hands move your panties aside. You almost yelp when his fingers gather your slick, prodding against your weeping hole as he chatted with Todoroki about a mission they were on together. You turn your face away from the table, eyes crossing when he slips his digits inside you.

The agony of his assault on your pussy almost made you blow your cover, a mewl slipping past your lips as you gasp with every thrust of his hand; thankful the music and chatter concealed your whine. You turn back to the table and look up at Izuku again, who was already staring at your body’s every move with dark green eyes. He leans down towards your ear and whispers to you so sweetly you almost faint.

“Get up and leave the table, I’ll be right behind you.” His hands slid out of your panties, your mouth whining at the loss as you get up and excuse yourself. You tell everyone you’re going to the bathroom and walk out of the gym. You stand in the hallway and wait for Midoriya to come out, your mind racing as you try to process what the fuck just happened back there.

You couldn’t deny you always had a soft spot for Deku but you would have never thought those feelings would be requited. Shortly, Izuku walks out of the gym, inching towards you to pin you up against the wall.

“You’re so naughty. Letting me finger you under the table while I talk to our friends. You know what naughty girls get, right?” Izuku hums, forehead resting on yours as he ghosts his lips over your glossed ones. “I can’t wait to smear your makeup all over that pretty face of yours.”

You shudder at his words, Izuku leading you by the hand all the way to the end of the hall, an empty classroom seeming to be the perfect place to ruin you. You kiss each other with fervor, grabbing at each other’s bodies as breathy moans and gasps are exchanged. Izuku lifts you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist as walks towards the empty teacher’s desk. He carefully sits you down, standing between your legs as his hands unzip your dress.

“Been wanting to see these since I met you.” Izuku coos, eagerly pulling your dress down to reveal your bra, your tits sitting pretty as his hands grab at them both. Your pussy started to ache again when he pulled your bra down, bare breasts pebbling in the cold air of the room.

And to make matters worse he was being so dominant, his sweet and charming disposition replaced with feral lust. “Izu- ah- w-we shouldn’t do this here.” You whine, lying to yourself about how badly you wanted him to take you on that desk, his fingers pinching your nipples harshly.

“Oh but you were so wet earlier. I could feel that greedy pussy sucking my fingers in deep. You’re not a very good liar, Y/N.” Izuku mocked, pulling your panties down. “Be a good girl and lemme taste you, hm?” Izuku crumpled up your panties in his hands and shoved them into your mouth, pushing you enough to make you lay across the desk.

Your legs fly open, Izuku’s face making its way towards your dripping cunt with that saccharine grin on his face. He knew he was about to devour you until you forget where you are, your moans and the feeling of his tongue delving deep inside your gummy walls the only things you can fixate on. He couldn’t wait to hear those pretty moans loud and clear, his lips meeting your pussy to sloppily make out with it, tongue kissing your clit with a groan at the taste of your sweet juices. Your back arched off the desk, hands flying into his hair as his lip trapped your clit in between the plush flesh and suckled gently.

“I-Izu-Izuku!” You slurr, his tongue reaching deeper bounds as he slid the muscle inside, wanting to draw more distorted noises from you, his final accolade for all he’s achieved at his young age.

You near your end, high pitched whines muted by your panties filling your mouth, shaking and convulsing as you drool all over them. Midoriya burned that image of you into his mind, your eyes almost forming hearts in their irises as he fucked you with his tongue. He groans against your skin, so eager he’s unzipping his pants before you can cum in his mouth.

“Uh-uh. I wanna feel your pussy creaming all over my dick, baby.” Midoriya huffed, pulling his length out of his boxers. You stare up at him with hazy eyes, tears streaming down smearing all your mascara, lipstick probably beyond repair too. He’s inside you before you can think, air unknown to you as he dived deep in your needy pussy without a second to inhale, to get your barings. You’re a spectical, moaning so much you almost drop your makeshift gag, Izuku’s fingers lodging your panties back inside.

“Don’t want our classmates to hear you screaming right baby?” Izuku says into your neck, sloppy kisses in time with his brutal thrusts into your spongiest spots. You’re sobbing, pussy making raunchy sounds as you claw at his back, cresent shapes showing proudly as Izuku worked you with his thickness.

“Oooh listen to you baby. Sound so pretty for me.” Izuku panted, taking your hardened nipple into his mouth as his eyes watched yours roll to the back of your head as he hit your cervix, smirking at your reaction. He hits that spot over and over again, the white hot pleasure so overwhelming you’re drooling all over your chin, throat hoarse from all the silent screams you let out into your panties that were practically lodged down your throat.

“Fuhhhhh!!” You slurr, clenching around his cock furiously, pussy drooling all over his dick as you came hard.

“Yeahhhhh. That pussy’s so fuckin good baby. Wan’ me to cum inside you? Yeah I’m gonna cum deep inside that cunt, give me another, c’mon gimme another!” Izuku grunts, hips pistoning as your legs are pressed against your chest, stroking deeply as he rubbed lazy circles into your clit.

You babble into the gag, so overwheled you have no idea what to do with your hands going from holding on to the desk for dear life and pushing at Izuku’s abs as a way to beg him slow down, to let you breathe but to no avail. You feel yourself completely lose control of your body, thighs seeming to vibrate as you hiccup and whine your way into another blinding orgasm. Izuku leans down and kisses your forehead as if to apologize for the brutality, splurting hot globs of his sticky cum inside you and panting into your hair. You lay back on the desk, gasping as Izuku pulled your panties out of your mouth.

“Our friends are probably looking for us, baby. We should get you fixed up before we go back out there. ” Izuku laughs, gesturing towards your completely undone hair and runny makeup.

You pull your panties back up over your ass, Midoriya’s thick cum leaking out of your cunt when you stood from the desk with weak legs.

Izuku turns to you and zips your dress back up, kissing your shoulder as you look around for your other heel. Honestly, you’re speechless. You don’t know what to make of what just happened, Izuku promising he’ll confess his feelings properly, take you out on a nice date when you’re alone again as he wiped the tears from your cheek. You nod softly, smiling when Izuku kissed your forehead, already knowing you want to have sex with Izuku just like that for the rest of your natural life.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂, 𝓟𝓲𝓷𝓴, 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓾𝓯𝓯𝔂 (𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲) 𝓡𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭

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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑼𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝑫𝑺𝑴 𝒕𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒔/𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅/𝒑*𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒔, 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒔𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏) 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑫𝒐𝒎! 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊 × 𝑺𝒖𝒃! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.

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Thanking the kind delivery person and wishing them a safe journey, Mingi shut the door behind him and stared at the package he was currently holding. Recognizing the logo of the company, he excitedly walked in a speedy form across the hallway and back into the bedroom, where his girlfriend, Y/N, was still in the same position as he left her: laying on the bed, a pillow tucked underneath her chest as she hugged it whilst staring up at the movie playing on the television. Mingi couldn't help but find her cute as one of her legs swung up and down, telltale sign she was enjoying the movie so far.

"What'd you get?" She asked when she felt the bed dip behind her when he sat on it.

"Oh just some cute little things I found on the internet. I'm just going to check and make sure they're not broken or something."

The girl simply hummed out at his response and resumed her focus back on the movie, ignoring the tearing of tape and shuffling of wrapping paper behind her. Carefully taking out each item one by one, Mingi set them down on the soft mattress, arranging them in an orderly fashion. His heart beat faster with each article he touched, palms getting sweaty as he began to imagine all the possible ways he could use all the items he bought. Soon enough, the corner of the bed where he sat at was arrayed with some of the various toys he had purchased: rope, blindfolds, soft and furry handcuffs, vibrators that ranged from bullet all the way to rabbit ones, mouth gags, floggers, assorted dildos, a collar with a leash set, different types of anal plugs including one that had a faux cat tail attached to it, and nipple clamps, all in a pretty pale pink color. However there was still one more item he had not yet taken out yet, still hidden inside the box. Pushing some of the leftover paper over, Mingi's hand slightly trembled as he looked down at the bright dark pink device that he had bought on a whim after he viewed some very explicit content on the internet the other day. His finger gently touched the plastic cylinder that was on one end of the toy, mind already thinking about putting it to use. Slowly, he turned his head to look over at his darling girlfriend, who was still absentmindedly fixed on the screen in front of her. Her leg had long stopped moving around, her body now completely relaxed.

"Perfect." Mingi thought.

Setting the box aside, he shifted so he was sitting right where her legs were. His fingers began grazing the hem of the babydoll lingerie dress Y/N was donning, the color matching with the toys he had bought. He had always loved the light shades of pink adorned, not just on her, but on her body, sometimes bordering on red if he got a little too carried away when he had his way with her. Lifting part of the dress up to reveal the matching lace panties, his hand cupped part of her left butt cheek, which resulted in a tiny giggle from her.

"Mingi? What are you up to?"

When she tried to shift around to see him, his hands immediately pressed her back down to her original position.

"Just stay like that princess and relax for me ok?"

Noticing the change of tone and his use of that particular nickname, Y/N did as she was told, eagerly anticipating what he had in store for her. Mingi slid his finger across her covered slit, probing around a little longer near her opening, slightly pushing part of his finger in there. When pulling it back, there was a wet arousal spot left there. Smiling fondly down at her, Mingi placed his arms at either sides of her body, lowering himself enough so he could start placing kisses along the nape of her neck and traveled them to the start of her back. She began to let out soft hums when his hands began caressing her sides, running them around the outline of her waist.

"My pretty baby. I hope you don't mind, but I bought you a few things."

Ears perking up and with glimmering eyes, Y/N allowed her doting boyfriend to help lift her up and sit her on his lap, making her face towards the rows of toys displayed out on the bed. A faint blush spread across the apples of her cheeks, fascination spreading around her body. Full of curiosity, her hand leaned out to hover above the items, some of which she knew what they were and some which were unfamiliar to her.

"It's ok babygirl. You can touch them." Mingi's soothing voice assured her when she hesitated to touch the nearest ones in her reach.

Gaining a bit of courage, she picked up one of cuter looking wands, her palms cupping the dome shaped top. Brushing some of the hair out of the way, Mingi pressed a chaste kiss to her shoulder.

"You like that one?"

She nodded.

"It's cute."

Giggling softly, Mingi nuzzled his nose against her neck.

"Just like you princess."

Y/N let out a soft squeal as Mingi gently tackled her down onto the bed, his hands intertwining with hers. Starting with her forehead, he began peppering kisses all over her face before eventually reaching her lips and placing small tiny pecks on them, smiling occasionally against them. After a while, Mingi's kisses became more heated, his hands which were holding his girlfriend's hands in place were now gripping onto her thighs, running them down and up them before eventually wrapping them around his hips which were currently rolling themselves against hers. Y/N's faint moans were being swallowed up by Mingi's mouth as his tongue roamed the inside of hers, swirling her tongue around his before eventually tugging it out slightly so he could give it a tiny suck. Y/N's hands were already tangled on the back of Mingi's dyed red locks, messing them up just a tiny bit. When he pulled away, they were both left breathless, a tiny string of saliva that connected to their lips suddenly breaking apart as they stared in each other's eyes.

"Princess, will you let Daddy use some of the new toys on you?"

He didn't need to ask twice as Y/N was already nodding, also curious and aching to try out some of the toys. Raising her arms up and arching her back slightly, she allowed Mingi to strip the babydoll dress off her body, her panties soon following suit as they layed scattered on the floor next to the bed. Mingi admired her naked body, never getting tired of seeing her underneath him, legs spread as she let him view her in her most vulnerable state, always feeling like the first time he had her in such a position. Reaching for the same wand vibrator she had picked out before, Mingi turned it on, a slight buzzing noise coming out of it. Making sure it was on the mildest setting, he lowered it down and pressed it between her breasts, her body shivering slightly when she felt the vibrations hit against her skin.

"How does it feel so far princess?" He asked first before attempting to move it anywhere else.

"G-good. Feels good. But I want it somewhere else." She admitted.

Mingi chuckled at her answer.

"Somewhere else? Where exactly babygirl? Perhaps here?"

Y/N let out a sharp gasp as Mingi moved the vibrator over to caress one of her nipples, immediately making it poke out. Mingi held the device on her nipple briefly, often circling it around the rest of her breast before pressing back against her sensitive little nub. He made sure to repeat the same actions to her other nipple, not forgetting to let it receive the same treatment as its fellow twin. Once he felt her nipples had received enough attention, he began to move the wand down her stomach, inching it closer and closer towards her mound. Y/N's hands clutched onto the blanket underneath her.

Mingi began teasing her as he made the vibrator roam around her inner thighs, getting dangerously close to her core before pulling it away and dragging it further from where she wanted and needed it most.

"Mingi!" She whined at him.

"Yes princess? Is there something you want?" He tilted his head at her, smiling mischievously when she batted her eyelashes at him.

"Princess you gotta use your words. Daddy isn't a mind reader."

Taking a deep breath, Y/N dragged one hand down her body, cupping one of her breasts, her fingers toying with her sensitive nipple.

"I want...want the toy-" She bit her lip in frustration, eyebrows furrowed up at him.

"This?" Mingi retracted the device from her body, holding it up and swinging it around his hand. "Where does my princess want this now?"

He let out a pleased smile when Y/N grabbed his free hand to place it right on top of her clit.

"Here. I want daddy to put it right here." She answered as she moved his fingers so they could rub against her genitals, producing more slick to accumulate inside of her.

"Right here? You want daddy to put it right there?"

She nodded furiously, spreading her legs even further to get her point across. The buzzing sound of the vibrator got louder as Mingi turned it up a level. When it made contact with Y/N's clit, a breath got stuck in her throat. It pulsated so powerfully against her mound her body began to instinctively move away, but Mingi's hand pressed her down onto the bed, holding her in place as he angled the wand so it could hit all over her nerves.

"Don't baby. You said you wanted it right here and that's where it's staying."

Mingi had to admit watching her squirm underneath him, trying to escape his grasp while he watched in earnest as her pussy began turning a light shade of pink whilst it throbbed against the wand had the tent in his pants tightening even further. She was already leaking so much and her pussy looked so delicious it made him wonder just how much prettier it was going to look after he used the special device he bought for her. Y/N's legs began to tremble the longer Mingi held the vibrator next to her mound, her breathing becoming labored as she felt that familiar coil build up at the pit of her stomach. Just as soon as it was fast approaching, Mingi selfishly turned off the wand, putting an end to the addicting vibrations she was just enjoying. Mingi let out a subtle snort when he saw her glaring up at him.

"I'm sorry baby, but I just couldn't help to think that... it feels like something's missing. I think you'll look much prettier if you had something adorning you."

Scanning over the many articles layed out before him, Mingi picked up the tail butt plug. Stroking the fluffy part across her chin, he waved it in front of her face. Y/N however was confused about where it was supposed to go. Noticing her confusion, especially when she pointed at it, Mingi lowered it down so it was rubbing across her slick folds.

"This little toy right here babygirl....goes right here."

When Y/N felt the slightly cool metal piece rubbing against her rim, she widened her eyes and immediately retracted her body away from it.

"Mingi you are not sticking anything up my ass." She firmly declared.

His bottom lip poked out.

"Are you sure about that?"

"I'm very sure. Don't you dare." She continued.

Mingi nodded, not going to press her any further with something she was saying a hard no to. Going back to the clutter of toys, his fingers picked up two nipple clamps that had a white bow with a pink button attached to them. Holding them out in front of her breasts, Mingi smiled in satisfaction when she gave him the thumbs up to put them on. She would have thought that they would pinch a lot harder but surprisingly the didn't. The clamps seemed to be squeezing her nipples just right, applying the perfect amount of pressure on them. Testing them out, Mingi flicked his index fingers across them, getting an immediate reaction as Y/N grunted softly at his ministrations.

"How do they feel?" He inquired.

"They feel nice. Do they look pretty?" She rose her chest a bit.

"Oh they look absolutely beautiful on you princess. You look beautiful."

When his hand came down to caress her cheek, Y/N leaned into his touch, enjoying the small and gentle gesture of affection. Leaning down, Mingi kissed her forehead and then looked at her straight in the eyes.

"And you're going to look even more beautiful after we use a little something special I bought."

Mingi reached for the box that had been pushed aside yet had not been forgotten by him. Casting the box aside, he finally revealed what had been kept hidden inside:

A bright pink vaginal pump.

Y/N looked at the sex toy with fascination. It looked pretty and it was nothing she'd ever seen. Although it slightly intimidated her, she found herself drawn to it.

"What's that for?" She pointed towards it.

Glad that she'd ask, Mingi cupped the cylinder piece and gave it a tiny squeeze to show her it was flexible.

"See darling, I'm going to put this little piece right over here on your pretty little pussy. And then this part."

He picked up the other end with his other hand which was medicinal-ball styled pump and smelled down at her.

"Is going to suck those pretty lips of yours until they're left swollen and sensitive to the touch. That way when I fuck you I'm going to have you cumming over and over again."

Y/N was intrigued by his words so she just obeyed Mingi and patiently waited as he began lubricating the edges of the plastic cylinder dome. Once that was done, he meticulously positioned it on top of her mound, pressing it down to make sure it would stay put and would seal around it.

"God I bet you're going to look so pretty." He couldn't wait to see the results.

Picking up the pumper once more, he reminded her their safe word in case she felt uncomfortable or, heaven forbid in pain, and he'd immediately release the emergency valve so it'd come off her body instantly. Y/N nodded and then took a deep breath to steady her nerves, reminding herself to just relax and trust Mingi. When Mingi squeezed the pump for the first time, she felt her pussy get sucked into the cup, her breath hitching as it felt like those times Mingi would go down on her and would suckle on her clit. But this felt even better as she felt it not only on her clit, but all around her.

"You ok?" Mingi wanted to make sure before proceeding.

"I-I'm good. It's good, keep going." She encouraged him, which delighted him greatly.

Mingi pumped the valve 2 more times, watching in earnest as his girlfriend's hips arched up as the toy suctioned more of her inside. Her eyes were closed and her mouth which was agape was spilling out tiny moans as the blood flow was increasing throughout her nether region. She could already feel it become more sensitive and she could only imagine how it would feel afterwards.

"Please more." She cried out to her boyfriend, wanting to feel it suck her up even more.

Obliging to her request, Mingi pressed the pumper 2 more times, dick hardening as he watched her pussy lips cover the entire space around the rim of the cup, nearly bulging out at the sides. With the way Y/N's legs curled up he knew it was enough for now. Pressing the release valve, the cup began emitting a hushed hissing sound as it began detaching itself from his girlfriend's body, plopping down on the bed in between her legs.

"Holy hell." Mingi couldn't hide his shock when he saw the clearly visible results:

Her labia folds were engorged beyond anything he'd ever seen, her inner lips had a reddish tint to them and could be seen protruding out slightly, her clitoris was swollen and her entire region was pink colored due to all the pressure it had been under. Y/N curiously looked down to see and she herself was surprised by how her pussy was looking.

"Oh fuck." Her hand came up to cup her mouth.

Mingi couldn't stop staring at the image. She looked utterly delicious that he couldn't help himself as he began lowering his face until it was right in between her legs. Testing the waters first, he stuck his tongue out, laying it flat against her clit. When she felt his wet muscle touch her, Y/N let out a small whimper, her body moving slightly away from him as the sensation was too strong, her pussy feeling completely delicate.

"Too sensitive babygirl?" Mingi lifted his head up to take in her reaction.

"Like crazy." She had a tiny pout on her face which had Mingi smiling.

"I'll be sure to be very gently then princess."

With complete tenderness, Mingi began to place small kitten licks around her clit, sometimes flicking his tongue out, hitting her overly reactive bundle of nerves that had her shivering to an extent. With a slow movement, he dragged his tongue down one side of her puffy lips, once reaching her entrance he made sure to shove his tongue inside it, moderately thrusting it and out of her hole, muffled animalistic groans spilling from his luscious lips as he lapped up the secretions that were exuding from her body. Y/N began writhing more and more as Mingi dragged his tongue back up her other lip, teeth slightly grazing across it.

"Princess if you keep trying to push me away like that how am I supposed to fuck you?"

Biting down her lip, Y/N gestured with a roll of her eyes towards the pile of toys next to them.

"Tie me up daddy." Her voice came out as a challenge.

Raising an eyebrow at her, Mingi already began reaching for one of the silk ties that were available to him.

"You want that darling? Want daddy to tie you up and hold you down as I fuck your swollen pink pussy?"

Y/N's eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as she imagined that.

"Oh God yes. Please fuck me."

Hearing her beg in earnest for him had Mingi fumbling to rid himself of his clothes. Y/N chuckled as it sort of reminded her of the very first time they were intimate. How he was super awkward yet eager to please her in any way he could. In a way, nothing really changed. The only change was that Mingi got more and more confident over time, clearly evident in as he began tying her hands together, one of them gripping her bound wrists to keep her arms above her head while the other began lining himself against her opening. He couldn't resist himself as he slapped his tip against her clit, seeing it twitch as Y/N whined in his ear, her thighs squeezing together from the overwhelming sting she felt. Giggling rather evilly, Mingi pried her legs open staring intently in between them as he began to push his length inside of her. Her walls were practically clinging onto him the more he stuffed himself inside her, her body involuntarily clenching around his cock as it was overly and intensely sensitive, her folds practically throbbing against his raw intrusion.

Pushing out slowly, Mingi moved very carefully, wanting to see first how much could she handle before he got more rough with her. Y/N was already releasing blissful pants, eyes shut as she began to get lost in the utterly obliterating pleasure she was receiving. It seemed whenever Mingi would pull out, it'd get harder as her cavern would hug him even tighter, craving him back inside where it belonged. Before she knew it her previously orgasm that was taken away slowly crept up once more, rapidly spreading down to the pit of her stomach, more so since her intimate parts were more receptive to any touch, but were especially reacting to the way Mingi's cock was sliding in and out of them. When Mingi's mouth began to suckle on the side of her neck, Y/N could feel like she was going to lose it. She didn't want to cum so early and on so little, but Mingi's kisses and his hot breath on her skin weren't helping her case.

"You have no idea how absolutely adorable your swollen lips look hugging my big cock. I wish you could see it."

Grunting softly as he picked up his pace, he bit down onto her shoulder, leaving behind a purple blotch.

"Maybe I should grab my phone and record it all for you to see. Would you like that princess? So you can see how daddy's fat cock looks against your engorged pussy?"

Before she could even comprehend what was happening or how, Y/N trembled under Mingi's body, her hips jolting up as she began spasming from the high she was currently reaching. Mingi looked at her in utter amazement, unable to believe she really just came so fast. Sure he knew the toy would make the sex feel even better...but he never imagined it'd be that good. Even so, he couldn't help the relentless teasing he was going to give her.

"Awww princess..you came so fast, it's such a shame."

Smiling darkly down at her, Mingi began to ram his dick deep inside her, hips snapping up at a brutal pace as his pelvis brushed against her throbbing clit each time his bulbous tip hit that sweet spot inside of her. Y/N began squirming and writhing, her body both pleading to get away from him but also wanting to keep the feeling from continuing. The room was becoming filled with the sound of their skin slapping against each other, the frantic wailing coming out of Y/N's lips and Mingi's sinful growls that protruded from his throat. The hand that was holding her hip down moved to place itself on top of her stomach, pressing her down further onto the bed while simultaneously rubbing the bulge that was clearly outlining his length which was currently destroying her insides.

"So small, such a tiny precious baby. You're so pretty my little one."

He couldn't hide the smug grin on his face as she began clenching once more around him.

"You love it when I remind you how much bigger I am in comparison to you right? Of course you do. Otherwise you wouldn't let me be here now, with my cock buried so deep inside of you princess even if it'll leave you shaking and limping for days."

Y/N couldn't contain herself as she began cumming once more under him, her toes curling and mind going numb as all she could focus on was the immense amount of pleasure Mingi was giving her. Her vision was brimmed with tears, some of them beginning to roll down her cheeks as she began whimpering and crying out at the intensity of it all.

"Awww princess. Dirty talk makes you become a mess all over me? How cute. I don't think you've cum this much in so little time."

Moving from her abdomen upwards, Mingi tugged on the nipple clamps still adorning her chest slightly, her body beginning to fret even more with the increased sensitivity he was putting her through.

"Can you cum a third time for me? I'm going to cum soon too. Cum all over your pretty, pink and puffy pussy. Cover it completely with my cum, I'm going to ruin you my little angel. I'll make sure you're a crying mess too."

Y/N's back arched as Mingi's hand began to rub against her clit which had turned from a pink shade to a more light red hue. The overstimulation from her two previous orgasms, her swollen lips that were sensitive even to a simple blow of air, Mingi's cock ramming deep inside her and his fingers working in between her legs, she began to shake and quiver as tiny splashes of liquid came rushing out, staining the blanket underneath them and some of it spurting onto her boyfriend's abs.

"Holy shit! Yes- just like that princess. Make a mess all over daddy's cock like the filthy girl I know you are."

Giving her just a couple more thrusts, Mingi pulled his glistening cock out and began pumping himself furiously, a stream of white liquid squirting out and landing on her thighs and on her enlarged lips. He raspy and carnal grunts were emitted by him as he finished himself off all over his girlfriend's reddened mound, the girl completely laying still as she had a look of being completely fucked out, her eyes staring intently at the ceiling. She regained her senses when she saw something coming over to cover her eyes, effectively rendering her blind for the moment.

"I'm not done yet princess. Daddy still wants to try more toys on you."

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[mitsukui]

good girl | g.w.

Pairing: George Weasley x female reader.

Summary: stress from the shop is visibly taking its toll on George, so you decide to help him out a little bit. (PART 2! + PART 3!)

Word Count: 1,4k.

Warnings: smut! Spitting kink, face slapping, choking, dirty talk, mentions of oral sex (male receiving) and daddy kink.

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: this is the first time I’m writing something after a long, long, long pause, so I’m quite nervous about it.  (｡╯︵╰｡)  I hope you all enjoy it! Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention!  ♡

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His eyes glistened with lust as he looked down at you. You had your body on the floor, thighs placed together with your delicate hands over them. With your eyes closed and tongue stuck out, the sight was almost like a mirage to George Weasley.

“Say it again.” One of his long fingers ran over your jawline, blood pumping through his veins in a rather quick way. He had been entirely bewitched.

Your eyes fluttered open, and it did not take long until his dark brown eyes met yours once more, both of your cravings for each other becoming mixed. “Let me suck your dick. Please.”

The pleading word suddenly sent novel shivers down his spine. He used the rest of his fingers to squeeze your cheeks lightly, enough only to form a pout on your already swollen lips. George loved how your lips looked after he devoured them.

It had all started out as kissing. You had been aching for some intimacy with him the entire week, but he had been exhausted due to the shop. You would never even dream of actually asking him to touch you in a different way than the one he was already touching you. The Holidays were a blessing to the twins, but they were also a curse, draining all of their energy. Your sly eyes did not fail to notice how tense he had been looking for the past few days, so you obviously had to do something about it. And you longed for him and his touch so much that you did not even care about your pleasure anymore. You were certain you would feel better only by hearing him moan.

Earlier that night, you finally got the type of attention you sought from him. It was a Sunday evening, and you bodies were spread across the couch in his flat’s living room. Your tongues easily found each other, and your hips rolled against his as your lips soon began to trail kisses down his neck. At that moment, you had him going.

When you felt him hard under your touch, you broke the contact existing between the two of you, and heard him groaning in disappointment. You allowed your body to fall down on the wooden floor, asking ever so innocently to wrap your lips around him. And now, there you were: looking up at his standing figure, and pleading again.

“Please.” Your tongue ran over your own lips, as a form of seduction and also of bringing back some comfort to you. He was acting slightly weird towards the situation, taking a long time to reply to you. “I know you have been tired, but I just want to help you relieve some tension. We don’t even need to do anything afterwards. I just really need to feel you fucking my face and getting off.”

“Open your mouth.” Once again, it took him a few moments to say anything at all. You were ready to stand up again and apologize for your bold actions and stupid babbling. But then, out of the blue, his voice interrupted the silence. It was deep and demanding, and you loved it.

This time, you did not close your eyes, since your curiosity did not allow you to. You simply opened your mouth in an O-shape, and stuck you tongue out as further as you possibly could.

Honestly, you hoped for him to thrust right inside your mouth. However, when you spotted his yet clothed manhood, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. And suddenly, you felt something.

A string of saliva traveled out of his mouth towards yours, his tall silhouette leaning down and one of his hands still holding your face. The warm liquid hit your tongue and you moaned unwillingly, surprised by how pleasant that was starting to feel.

His eyes captured the image and let it sink in for one second or two until the moment he ordered you to play with his spit. His instructions, which were voiced out in a breathy whisper, were crystal clear: you had to use your fingers, and you could not swallow it yet.

Quietness hovered over you two briefly, but he groaned once your index finger touched your own tongue, the muscle wrapping around your skin. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked yourself, your imagination bringing some of your favorite memories back to life. George felt his member twitching inside his trousers and his tip becoming slightly wet.

Truth be told, George was a rather kinky man. And, often times, he would feel embarrassed to share everything with you. But watching you so desperately try to help him gave his insides a new wave of confidence.

Your playtime went on for a little while, but he was soon leaning down again and giving you more saliva. This time, he missed his aim a bit, and a thin string got to your chin. He was captivated by your actions and by how messy this could get.

“Swallow it.” His fingers squeezed your face with more strength as the hot fluid went down your throat. In no time, he let go of your face only for his hand to come down against it, a light slap hitting your skin. Your eyelashes blinked repeatedly out of shock, but you remained quiet. “Good girl. I bet you’re dripping for me already.”

And you were. It was hard to focus on your cunt at that point, especially because the cheek he had slapped was burning. But it was true: when you were able to finally pay attention to how you were feeling and to your own sensations, you realized your panties were heavy with arousal.

“Can you slap me again? A little bit harder this time, please…” You pleaded, and George fulfilled your wishes. A reddish spot was creeping its way to the surface, but you enjoyed the feeling.

This was all very new to you. Your boyfriend had always been pretty dominant with you, but he had never spat in your mouth or slapped your face before. Although it was a new experience, your throbbing cunt was deliciously nourishing desire in your whole body.

“Just look at that…” His deep voice pulled you out of your own trance. Your eyes darted up and met his, which were dark and devious. “My little princess looks so beautiful with a red spot on her cheek. Care to match both cheeks, darling?”

Even though his words were sweet, you felt utterly filthy. Things had escalated pretty rapidly, and you liked them enormously that way.

You slowly offered him your other cheek, the one that still had not received any attention from the delightful violence his hands gave you. His thumb ran over your skin and, for one second, you enjoyed a soft touch. However, that was soon destroyed by the stinging pain that stroke you again.

This last slap hit you hard. He murmured he had to match the color on the other side, so you just needed to be a good girl and bear the pain. Tears welled up to your eyes, but George wiped them away before they could even roll the entire way down your cheeks.

The pool of arousal in your stomach was getting into a tight knot. That moment was supposed to be about him, but you were so turned on by his recently revealed violence that you could not stop your own juices to wet your inner thighs.

“You are such a good girl, sweetheart. Being slapped and not making a fuss out of it. Maybe I should do it more often, hmm?”

You failed to hold back a raspy moan, and he smirked at your reaction. His words echoed in your ears, your head nodding up and down in agreement. You wanted to feel his hand against your skin like that whenever possible.

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you. You look beautiful like that, babe.” Both of his hands now cupped your face as he gently caressed your cheek bones. You closed your eyes at his comforting actions, but you could not lie and pretend you did not want more from him. “I’m gonna fuck your face now, okay? Gonna thrust into your mouth so deep you are going to be unable to speak properly for a while. And you’re gonna take it like the good, little slut you are, yes?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.”

At the mention of the never before used pet name, his breath hitched up in his throat and your eyes watched as he used his free hand to unzip his trousers. The other one was slowly sliding down your body. He kept it on the move until his fingers found your neck. George gave it a not-so-gentle squeeze and you felt air being cut from you, rolling your eyes to the back of your head in pleasure.

“Good girl.”

[bastardtetsu]

++ missed you // kuroo x reader

kuroo gets home from a business trip and it’s been a while. basically 2k+ of foreplay bc i have no self control

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f!reader 

wc: 2.3k

warnings: 18+, smut, voyeurism ? (u watch him jerk off), oral (both receiving), fingering, teasing, edging

“i missed you so much”

his voice is breathy and rough, half growl half sigh, as he assaults your neck with open mouthed kisses, punctuated with delicate nips of his teeth. one hand is entangled in your hair while the other grips your waist, pulling you in as close as possible while you straddle him on the couch.

you weren’t able to make it to the bedroom. from the moment your boyfriend returned from his business trip, both of you were too impatient for each other’s touch.

“i missed you too, tetsu” you whisper back between mewls, your hands clutching greedily at your lover’s messy black locks. your hips seem to move on their own, grinding into the hardness that’s already starting to form in his pants. a low hum of approval reverberates from the crook of your neck.

“you have no idea how much i thought about you, baby,” his hot breath travels up your neck until you can feel it on your ear, where his gravelly voice whispers, “lost count of how many time i fucked my fist to the thought of you while i was gone.”

his words send a shiver straight to your core as he tugs lightly on your earlobe with his teeth. suddenly, an idea dawns on you. you break away from him, a heated glint in your eyes as you lean back to look at him. kuroo stares back at you in a puzzled daze.

“show me.”

it takes a few seconds for the words to register in his brain, but you can tell they do when his brow knits in frustration, betraying the small chuckle he lets out. “c’mon kitten, didn’t i just say how much i missed you?”

you smile coyly, maintaining eye contact as you climb off his lap, repositioning yourself on the floor between his legs. you take in the sizable bulge in his pants straining against the fabric, biting your lip at the sight, and cast a doe-eyed look towards your lover. “please?”

there’s no way he can say no to that face, gazing up at him so flushed and needy. “whatever you want, kitten,” he utters cheekily, his lips stretching into a smirk as he undoes his pants, making quick work of his belt and zipper before freeing his impressive erection. “you wanna see me stroke my cock to you?”

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding slowly as you scoot yourself back, just far enough away for you to take in his broad form as he begins to massage his flushed length with one hand, while the other unbuttons his shirt. your eyes are fixated on the bead of precum already pooling at the tip, mouth practically watering at the sight of his thumb rubbing the liquid generously around his reddened cockhead.

your breath catches a bit when his dress shirt finally falls open, revealing his toned chest and abdomen, rising and falling with each ragged breath. small, breathy grunts slip past his lips as his pace gradually increases, muscular thighs flexing eagerly.

you glance up to meet his eyes, burning into you with a heavy-lidded stare. a coquettish grin crosses your face as you lift your hand to the collar of your blouse, slowly unbuttoning the top button, then another, then another…

kuroo’s jaw has now gone slack, but his eyes seem to flare with even more intensity as you gradually undress yourself in front of him. his whole body is screaming to touch you, to devour you, to split you open on his cock right then and there — but he holds back, instead focusing on the steady pumps of his hand as you slowly discard your blouse, then your pants. your hands move to your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze before reaching around to unhook your bra.

“fuck,” kuroo sighs hungrily as the lacy undergarment falls to the floor, revealing your already peaked nipples. his thighs tense at the sight. “kitten…”

“what is it, baby?” you drawl in a sickly sweet tone, slowly but deliberately making your way closer before placing a chaste kiss on his inner thigh. kuroo lets out a groan somewhere between pleasure and frustration. you respond by placing another kiss just a little further up, suckling the skin between your lips this time.

“how much longer you gonna keep teasin’ me?” he asks breathlessly, his smirk barely hiding the desperation in his eyes. his pace has slowed down now, drawing out each stroke as he tries to keep his composure.

you’re nearing your limit as well, your face just inches away from his swollen, tempting length. but toying with him is just so fun.

keeping your gaze locked with his, your mouth returns to the same place on his inner thigh, opening wider to swirl your tongue across the muscled flesh as you peer up at him through your eyelashes. you watch his eyes cloud with lust as another breathy, frustrated sigh escapes his throat, sending a flutter straight to your already dampening core.

unable to resist much longer, you drag your lips across his skin until they reach the base of his cock, your tongue peeking out to gently lap at his balls. kuroo is damn near losing his mind, his breathing ragged, the thought of your wet lips finally wrapped around him fueling his desperation for more.

a guttural moan falls from his mouth when you finally flatten your tongue against his shaft, licking a slow stripe up before circling it around the aching head. kuroo is practically whimpering as you close your lips around the tip, suckling lightly as you bring your hand up to wrap around the base.

“please,” he whispers breathily, the plea falling from his lips almost involuntarily. you cast one final glance up at his face, and his glassy, lust-filled eyes are all the encouragement you need to take him fully into your mouth, eliciting an uncharacteristically loud moan as his head lolls backward, a hand shooting up to meet the back of your head as you begin to bob up and down.

the sounds of his breathy grunts and moans reverberate in your core, walls pulsating as your hand pumps the remaining length in time with your mouth. kuroo’s hips gently buck upward, keening when he feels his cockhead against the soft flesh at the back of your throat.

“fuck, kitten, just like that,” he groans, losing himself in the hot, velvety sensation. his fingers entangle themselves in your hair, closing into a tight fist as he takes in the sight of your pretty mouth swallowing his cock. “missed you so much, babygirl”

he isn’t usually this loud, but you don’t mind. his heavy sighs decorated with needy little moans only spur you on as you hum around him, grinding your still-clothed cunt against the heel of your foot, desperate for some friction. the vibrations of your moans send a jolt of pleasure through kuroo’s body, tightening his grip on your hair as he twitches further into your mouth.

noticing the roll of your hips as your whimpering grows needier, he pulls you off his cock with a devilish look in his lust-clouded eyes. a string of saliva dangles off your tongue, clinging to the flushed tip.

“c’mere,” he mutters, gently guiding you back onto the couch, “that pretty pussy needs some attention now, doesn’t it?” his eyes are still glazed over with lust, cheeks tinted a rosy pink as another coy smirk forms on his lips.

you let out a soft whine of approval as he lays you down with your back against the armrest, shuddering when you feel his fingertips trailing lightly down your abdomen, stopping at the waistband of your underwear to toy with the elastic.

it takes nearly all of kuroo’s willpower not to tear those panties off right now and ravage your sweet, aching cunt after what feels like ages — but his desire for payback is stronger.

snapping the elastic waistband lightly against your skin, he allows his fingers to travel further downward, ghosting over the thin cotton hiding your dampening folds. you whimper in response, hips bucking up to try and meet his touch, but the gratification you seek eludes you as his slender digits continue their feather-light strokes, his eyes burning deviously as he takes in your exposed form beneath him.

“what’s wrong, kitten?” he lilts teasingly, lightly circling your clit through the fabric with one finger, “don’t you like it when i play with you?”

you can only whine in response, the shortage of friction somehow making you even more sensitive to his delicate touches, each brush of his fingertip through the thin cotton sending pangs of pleasure throughout your body.

gentle lips press against your neck, then your collarbone as he continues his subtle ministrations, your hips bucking and twitching each time his fingers brush past your sensitive bud, desperate for more. his free hand begins to caress and squeeze your thigh, the other still lightly tracing the outline of your folds as his lips make their way down before finding your exposed breast.

kuroo wastes no time laving his tongue over your already hardened nipple, sucking at the soft flesh while pressing a finger firmly into the growing wetness in your panties. your back arches into him, hips bucking desperately against the fabric in search of some sort of friction.

“tetsu,” you moan pitifully, fingers desperately gripping at his disheveled hair. his mischievous eyes dart up to meet yours.

“yes, sweetheart?” he smirks up at you through dark eyelashes. he knows exactly what he’s doing — and the look on your face tells him it’s working. your parted lips, half-lidded eyes glazed over with desperation, and your brow slightly furrowed in an adorable pout were enough to send kuroo into a frenzy.

before you even have time to respond, he repositions his head in between your thighs, just inches away from the wet heat at their apex. he lingers there for a moment, breathing in your scent, making sure his hot breath teases your cunt with every exhale. you lightly tug on his hair in frustration, and a lopsided grin dances on his lips as his eyes flicker up to meet yours.

“c’mon kitten, i asked you nicely,” he teases, before placing a soft kiss on your clothed clit, “aren’t you gonna return the favor?”

your grip on his hair tightens as you try to suppress your desperate mewls. your hips are already twitching and you can practically feel your pussy throbbing, aching for his touch. “please,” you whine.

“mm, atta girl,” you hear him growl, just before you feel his tongue lick a stripe up your still-clothed folds, before pausing to suck on your clit through the fabric. you let out a gasp at the sensation of the soft fabric rubbing against your arousal with the hot wetness of his tongue pressing through it.

unable to restrain himself any further, kuroo swiftly yanks your panties off, pausing to marvel at the sight of your soaked cunt in front of him. he brings a finger up to swipe through your glistening folds, collecting some slick on his fingertip before circling it around your clit a few times. whimpering moans leave your throat as you clench around nothing, jolts of pleasure surging through your body with each movement of his finger.

“i missed playing with this pussy,” he whispers breathily, turning his head to gently nip at your inner thigh, tantalizingly close to where you’ve been desperately needing his mouth for weeks. a flicker of hungry golden eyes meets yours again. “you ready for me to taste you now, kitten?”

“mm-hmm” you nod fervently, glassy-eyed as you look down on him, “please, tetsu.”

kuroo wastes no more time burying himself between your thighs, eagerly working his tongue through your folds and around your clit as you throw your head back, satisfied groans dripping from your lips like honey. you continue fisting his dark locks, enthusiastically rolling your hips into his mouth as he continues to make out with your pussy.

a cry of pleasure escapes your throat when he slides a finger in, continuing to work your clit with his tongue. he teases you at your entrance, eliciting desperate high-pitched whimpers from you before he slides in a little further, curling his finger at that perfect, spongy spot. your back arches as the pleasure fills your body with its warmth, hips beginning to buck as he starts to pump his finger in and out, his lips still latched around your pulsing clit.

“yes baby,” you pant, “more.” kuroo obliges, slipping a second finger into your soaked cunt as he speeds up his ministrations. his other hand is gripping your thigh, fingertips digging into the soft flesh as he ruts his leaking cock against the couch cushions.

you can feel the pressure building in you as his skilled fingers work your insides, hitting just the right spots over and over while his tongue swirls around your clit, threatening to send you over the edge. “fuck,” you hiss breathily, “tetsu, i’m gonna—“

you’re cut off by the sudden removal of his lips and halting of his fingers, keeping them sheathed inside of you. you let out a frustrated groan as the air hits your sensitive bud, cold in comparison to the heat of kuroo’s mouth. you look down to find a sadistic smirk on your lover’s lips, still wet and glossy with your slick.

“not yet, kitten,” he purrs, very slowly curling his fingers against the spongy, sensitive spot inside you. a low groan escapes your parted lips, which kuroo is quick to silence with his own. the taste of your own wetness enters your mouth as you grab at him, as if clinging to him tight enough will bring the release you crave. you can feel his hot breath on your tongue and your walls throbbing around his digits as he whispers his next words: “i’m not finished with you."

a/n: this is my first time writing smut so be nice to me ahahahaaa anyways this is just a warm up to get y’all prepared to the filth that’s coming in february when the whorehouse server collab drops >:) special thanks to @karasimpno for betaing & gassing me up as usual uwu

[kookiessugababy]

Another Reason To Hate You (Kim Namjoon) // 18+ nsfw!!

Warnings 🚨- aggressive sex// no protection//edging//teasing//slut shaming kink

-> scenario: you have never gotten along with Namjoon, despite your close relationship with his band. With the boys apartment under refurbishment, you find them staying at your own place- where things become steamy between you and your foe in the shower room.

Hope you enjoy <3

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The previous night was sleepless, the muggy and warm nights creeping upon your Seoul apartment. Despite the discomfort it caused, you had spent the restless night watching movies with the boys; who you could currently now hear blasting music in the next room. They were stammering along loudly to Min Yoongis rap lyrics, Hoseoks voice yelling above them in blatant confidence - the others mixing up all the words in a cacophony of mutters. The seven were crashing at your apartment for a unchartered days with theirs under refurbishment and under the decision of not seeing you for a while, they invited themselves to reside. Nothing in you had a problem with this- you thoroughly loved their lively company and after all they were your closest friends. However, it did mean spending more time with Namjoon than you could handle- the one member who you had a questionable relationship with. Something about him had always frustrated you, the pair of you never flourished in the way you had with the rest. It was different at first; both of you trying to make the effort to amend your obvious differences after Jin introduced you to the band- but now it was left to settle in disinterest. Avoidance was key for both parties; snappy unpleasantness arising every time you engaged…so to the point he was barely an acquaintance to you. With no full understanding why you loathed him with the power you did, you always found yourself paradoxically attracted to him. There was something about acknowledging a mutual abhorrence for someone that makes them more desirable- more hungry for their attention. Alongside this tearing self conflict, you had a constant profusion of work to complete for your boss, alacritous deadlines prolonging your daily shifts. Almost making the company unbearable, relentless hours meant the boys made you stay up most of the evening to reconcile with them- and with the summer months glowing, sleep was rare anyway.

Wrapping yourself in a cream towel, your damp hair fell to your shoulders as you scanned yourself in the face of the mirror. Water droplets cascaded lines on your cheeks, eyelashes catching those stray from your forehead. Your skin looked soft and touchable in the white glow of the light- accenting your expression. With the silence shattering, the door creaked under the sound of knocks from the other side- shuffling echoing from under the small gap of the hinges. “Jin? Is that you?” You assumed- the only member who had a tendency to bother you at such inconvenient time- but you were met with silence as the seconds passed. Before you could question the sound again, the door flung open; presenting a rather flustered tall figure with muscular arms and broad shoulders. His hair was pushed back and neat, a small t shirt revealing his collar bones and comfortable lounging shorts fitting his toned thighs perfectly. Despite a familiar sense of hatred wash over you, you found yourself startled at the sudden entrance of Namjoon- your slightly exposed body causing your nerves to fire.

He stared at you in the heat of the room, the steam rising between the two of you as it entangled with the strange tension. ”Namjoon… what are you doing” you asked nonchalantly. Remaining silent you huffed, slamming your hairbrush onto the bench. “Get out” you snapped- but his reply concluded unhelpful as he suddenly pushed you to the shower wall, pinning your arms roughly to the wet tiles as the towel fell from your grip. “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m sick of your bratty attitude.” Under his stare, you stood naked and exposed to him- your nipples hardening as he searched your curves in such an unexpected manner. You felt the need for obedience under his power- all sense of anger towards him washed with this new sense of frustration that mirrored lust you were sure you had felt for him before. “I hate you, y/n. You make me so fucking mad” he growled, his mouth close to yours. He tugs your lips with his teeth, nipping your bottom lip to cause a slight pain. Wincing at the sensation, you felt his hands grow tighter around your wrist- pushing his hips towards you to prove his hardened state. “Then get out if you hate me that much mm?” You teased- his anger obvious in his eyes. Intertwined with this, however, you sensed a blanket of lust wash over him- his intentions almost becoming obvious to you. “How do you not expect me to ruin you when I know your pretty ass is naked in the room next door? Mmm?” humming he pecks the sides of your neck, leading you to arch your back under the tingling marks he leaves behind. Snaking his arms down yours, which remain raised against the wall, his large palms make their way down to your breasts, fondling with them in a way nobody had before. He made you feel innocent with his dirty smirks, the frustration he felt towards you obviously preparing to be channelled in a way that would leave you breathless. You moaned slightly as he pinched your nipples, twisting them slightly in his fingers as he continued to kiss along your collarbones- teasing his tongue along them as he glanced up at you. You felt your heat grow wet as you gritted your teeth, avoiding contentment of knowing he was pleasuring you- but your desperation only grew with your confinement.

Evidently picking up on your behaviour, his fingers now snakes to your clit- slapping it harshly as you bucked your hips in return. “What a little slut mmm? Getting wet for someone you can’t even bare a conversation with. You must be desperate”. Degrading you only soaked your core as his fingers ran circles around your clit- chasing the feeling of your pussy as he pushed sped up to a painful pace. Stifled groans spilled from you; still in an attempt to silence yourself. Seeing your struggling state gave him permission to dig his fingers deep inside of your hole with a sudden movement- your body jolting under his forceful fingering. Only two fingers made it into your tight hole, moving rapidly between your thighs as your breath hitched. His stare was familiar, the way he looked at you in near disgust was showing- making you feel exposed and submissive to his annoyance with you. “You deserve to have that little pussy of yours throbbing y/n. How dare you get me hard like this.” His breathe easy just as unsteady as your own as he paced his fingers in and out, your juices dripping down his digits with every pulse. You couldn’t mutter a reply as you found yourself riding his hand in desperation- feeling so small under his touch and power.

Closing your eyes you felt his fingers leave you- the warm steam hitting your hole as he edged you from your high. Whining quietly, just in earshot of him he uttered a small laugh of success as he undid his pants. “Turn around, y/n. I’ll teach you how to be good for me” he sounded strain as he spoke, his dick now spilling with precum- yup swollen and sensitive. Spinning around on your heels you faced the tiles- your chest pressing against them as he lined himself up with your pussy. Rubbing his warm cock on your heat, he separated your lips with his tip- running himself up and down where you needed him most. “Namjoon i- need you” you finally cried, pushing back your hips as he adjusted his grip to your waist- thrusting into you with one sudden movement. The pace was unimaginable- your breasts clapping against the wall as his balls hit you again and again- the harshness of each movement sending you into a moaning mess. You could barely think straight as you could only focus on the throbbing of his cock inside of your tight hole- hitting spots you didn’t know existed with his length. He filled you up so well as he pounded you, his head tilted back as your ass slapped against him. Your heat was soaked with the feelings of frustration being taken out upon your bent body- your stomach turning at the simple thought of the man behind you. As your walls clenched yet again, you let out a cry while your stomach flipped to its side. Unable to hold yourself for longer, tears streamed from your eyes as your mouth fell open at the repetition of his tip hitting your g spot.

“C-cum!” You cried- desperate for a release of some sort. Despite you feeling Namjoons dick twitch inside of you, his warmth already spilling- he parted the friction from your walls as he pulled himself out. The absence was unbearable as he came all over your back- holding his cock with one hand as your ass now dripped with his stain. Cursing to himself he inspected your arched back- your ass sticking out and coated in his mess and you whined and cried pathetically as he edged you yet again. Gently, his hands ran to your ass, cupping the cheeks as he leaned over you- kissing your cheek softly. “You poor thing. Stop pretending you hate me and I’ll let you cum next time.” His voice almost sounded sinister, chuckling in your ear as he placed a few more welcomed kisses on your cheeks. “God Namjoon you gave me another reason to hate you”

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[feralthoughtdump]

The Kind of Love I’ve Been Dreaming Of

Based on the music video for Dinner & Diatribes by Hozier

CW: smut, a little bit of playing with fire, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (remember, always wear protection, Loki being a little bit manipulative???

Word Count: 2.3k

It was common knowledge that cats enjoyed playing with their food before they eat and right now, it was clear that Loki was the cat, and she… well, she was the food. 

To an outsider, maybe someone who knew little about Loki and the girl seated across from him, the scene was set like a fancy dinner date.

And in a way, it was. The tables were set with an array of dishes. Gold goblets filled with wine, and candles illuminated the room in a warm glow. 

She looks regal in the emerald green gown. The elaborate gold embroidery glitters under the candlelight and the long bell sleeves drape elegantly against her forearms. 

Loki’s quite proud of himself for choosing that gown. It was exquisite, truly a stunning piece. 

It was a picture-perfect romantic dinner. 

But of course, because Loki was well… Loki, he wanted to have some fun beforehand. He wanted to play a little game. 

The rules were simple. If the match hits him, she wins. 

And so far, she was far from winning.

So needless to say, a grin was stretched wide across his face as he stares at her brows furrow in frustration. 

“This is impossible.” She huffs, flicking the match against the box. 

The little flame flickers and disappears as the match lands a foot away from him.

“No,” He chuckles. “You just aren’t doing it right.” 

She crosses her arms and stares daggers into him. 

“Then why don’t you give me a hint?”

“You know I can’t do that.”

She scoffs. 

“Why not?”

He raises his arms.

“Well, that’ll take the fun out of it!”

There’s a pang of slight annoyance in her tone. 

“It’ll take the fun out of it for you. As of this moment, I’m not having any fun.”

It was such a simple game yet it was difficult. And the long, heavy sleeves of her gown do little to help. 

She sets the box of matches on the table.

“You said if I hit you with the match, I’ll win. What exactly am I winning?”

He leans forward, eyes twinkling with excitement.

“That’s for you to find out. After you win.”

She rolls her eyes and laughs.

“How am I supposed to claim my prize if I’m playing a game I can’t win? You know what? I’m not playing anymore. I don’t care about the prize.”

As she gets up, she feels invisible hands tug her back into the chair. 

“Now, now, pet,” his voice is silvery, “don’t go running off now.”

“Loki,” her eyes widen as her fingers dance along the edge of the table “stop it.”

“I’m not doing anything.” He chuckles, sitting still in his seat. 

It was like she was a puppet. Twisting and contorting her body into some strange dance. 

“Yes, you are!”

Her back arches against the table and her eyes meet Loki’s. He stares down at her with mischief in his eyes.

For a brief moment, his gaze and the low timbre of his voice ignited a fire within her abdomen. But it’s quickly dashed with a flick of his hand. 

She’s sent back into her chair, head nearly slamming into the wood. 

“Gods,” She groans. “I hate it when you do that.”

Loki laughs.

“Then stay seated and keep playing.” 

“I told you, I’m done playing.”

“Oh, pet, you give up so easily, even when you’re playing a simple game.”

She scowls. The whole “game” was bordering on pure irritation for her. 

“It’s not that simple when it’s near impossible to flick-“

She’s been playing it all wrong. 

Loki had said that as long as the match hits him, she wins. However, he never said how the match had to hit him. Flicking the match was never a requirement. 

She had simply assumed that she was supposed to flick the match at him. 

So with a quick hand, she ignites the match and simply tosses it at him. 

Her skin glows gold as the figure burns in front of her, engulfed in flames. 

“Congratulations.” His voice rings from behind her. “You’ve won.” 

The figure dissolves, revealing that his seat was empty the whole time. 

Sneaky bastard. 

Her head whips around, eyes landing on the god. 

“So I wasn’t even playing with the real Loki?”

His long legs stride towards her, footsteps echoing through the room.

“Do you think I would sit there and let you throw matches at me?” He places a finger under her chin, tilting her head to look at him. 

“I guess not.” 

He walks around the table and sits in the empty chair. He beckons her with a crook of his finger.

She’s about to stand when Loki shakes his head. 

“There’s a space between us. Crawl.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Are you being serious?”

“I am. Now, crawl.”

She slowly shifts, placing a knee on the table. Before she can say anything else, she feels her limbs move. His invisible strings manipulate her body and pull her towards him. 

She doesn’t fight it. Sure, it scared her, him taking control over her body, but at the same time, it excited her. 

When she reaches him, he places a firm hand on her back, helping her into his lap, thighs straddling his. 

“Now, it’s time for you to claim your prize.”

His fingers move the dark silk around her thighs, letting the fabric bunch around her hips and exposing her bare cunt to the cool air.

She noses at his jaw, placing a kiss next to his ear. Her lips trail kisses down his cheekbone and to his lips. 

“But we haven’t eaten yet.” She murmurs. “And those strawberries look really fresh.”

He captures her lips with fervor. 

“You’re right, but there’s something else I want to-“

She places her arms on his shoulders and pushes back. “I want to eat at least something.” She bats her eyelashes at him. “Please?”

Loki gives her a sugary grin. “Alright, my love.” 

The strawberry he brings to her lips is sweet. As the juice dribbles past her lower lip, he gently wipes it away with the pad of his thumb.

She parts her lips and uses her tongue to draw his thumb into her mouth. 

“You are insatiable,” He chuckles, pushing his thumb deeper into her mouth. 

She sucks on the digit, lapping at the last of the juice. A burning desire swims through her veins, replacing her appetite for food with something more lustful. 

His thumb is pulled from her lips with a pop and she can feel Loki stiffen underneath her.

She slowly grinds herself down on his clothed erection. The leather of his pants feels good against her cunt, making her wetter than she already is.

A needy gasp leaves her lips when he bites her neck, sucking a dark mark right above her collarbone.

It was a sign of ownership. A sign that she was his.

“Now,” he skims his teeth against the sensitive skin, making her yelp. “All of Asgard will know you’re mine.”

There’s a gentle tug on her hair and she tilts her head back. Loki takes this as an opportunity to let his saliva fall into her open mouth. She swallows it with blissed-out eyes and a grin on her face.

“Look at you.” He moves his hand to caress the length of her neck. “So pretty. So perfect.”

She hums, head thrown back, reveling in his soft touch. 

“You flatter me.” 

He playfully nips at her collarbone, smiling at her sweet giggle.

“It’s not flattery if what I’m saying is true.” 

She pulls herself closer to him and presses her lips to his.

It’s ravenous, hungry, and fiery with clashing teeth and bitten lips.

“Loki” she pants, “I need you. I need you now.” 

With desperate hands, they work in tandem to pull his leather pants past his hips. 

She reaches down to wrap her fingers around his cock, feeling it stiffen in her hand.

He hisses when she runs her finger over the tip.

Loki runs his palm up her thigh, fingers ghosting over her core. 

She squirms in his lap as he pushes a finger past her folds. 

“Stay still.” He murmurs. “Keep stroking my cock.”

She gulps and pumps her hand up and down, drawing groans from his mouth.

Loki pushes another finger inside of her, releasing a whimper from her. 

He pauses, eyes widening slightly with concern.

“Did I hurt you?” He gently asks.

“No.” She gasps. “It feels good. Keep going.” 

Loki grins and crooks his fingers upward.

“Look at that.” His other hand reaches behind her head, forcing her to look down at his fingers. “So wet already.”

He removes his fingers from inside of her and places a firm hold on her hips, her pussy hovering over his hard cock. 

A whine slips past her lips as she lowers herself onto him.

The stretch burns and tears prick at her eyes. 

“Come on, love.” He rubs his thumb against her jugular. “I know you can take it.”

A loud gasp leaves her lips as he pulls her down, spearing her onto his cock.

She grabs onto the golden horns of his helmet so she doesn’t fall, knuckles slowly turning white. 

Slowly, she lifts herself using his helmet for support and lowers herself back down.

“You like the horns, don’t you, pet?” He teases.

She gives him a desperate whine and is met with a tightened grip on her throat.

“I want a verbal answer, darling.” He seethes. 

“Yes.” She whines. “I like the horns.”

He releases his hold on her neck and sits back, watching her pull herself up and sink back down. 

Every thrust of his hips sends shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through her body, and she can feel herself wanting more. More of him. She wanted to be closer. 

A hand releases its grip from the helmet, grabbing onto the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. They pant into each other’s mouths through bitten lips and needy whines and gasps. 

His grip on her tightens as he cums, throwing his head back and groaning. It brings her closer to the edge, but the feeling of his warm cum painting her walls wasn’t enough to bring her to an orgasm. 

But Loki is far from finished. He pulls out and she whines, desperation coursing through her veins. 

She’s left shaking, face flushed, and chest heaving as his cum trickles down her thighs. 

His eyes light up in a way that only means one thing: he has an idea.��

Excitement and dread fill her mind. What sick and twisted idea did he have in mind? To edge her to the point of tears, or to make her cum over and over again until her brain was mush?

She watches with bitten lips and wide eyes as he stands, leaving her in the chair.

“Loki, what-“

“Hush, my love.” He slowly takes his helmet off and places it atop her head. “Beautiful.”

He sinks to his knees, large hands spreading her thighs. A groan leaves his lips at the sight. 

“Loki-“

Her words are cut off when he licks a stripe up her folds. He grabs her thighs, the pads of his fingers digging into her skin, and pulls her towards him. Her knees are placed on his shoulders, allowing him to dive deeper.

From the view between her thighs, Loki thinks she’s beautiful, especially with his helmet. He’ll have to find one for her afterward. 

She’s divine, someone meant to sit on a throne. Someone meant to be queen. His queen. 

He’s always discussed the day of his coronation to her, picturing how people will kneel before him. But for her, he’d kneel for her any day of the week. 

“Gods,” he murmurs against her thigh, “you’d look good on a throne.”

“Uh-huh.”  she gasps, ignoring his words. “please, just shut up and stop teasing.”

Loki hums against her pussy.

“Of course, your majesty.” 

A loud moan reverberates through the room as he continues licking into her, soaking his face with her wetness and his cum. 

“Fuck!” She gasps, threading her fingers through his hair.

At this very moment, as he is drawing desperate sobs from her throat, he decides that he will make her queen. 

When he ascends to the throne, he’ll make sure there is one for her, all grand and gold. 

One of her hands grips onto one of the armrests and the other works its way into his hair, pulling his face closer to her. He deepens his ministrations and she lets out a strangled moan, pleasure coursing through her body. 

The intricate beading on her sleeves scratches at his face but he pays no mind to that. All he can focus on is how sweet she tasted against his tongue. Like the bowl of strawberries left abandoned on the dining table. 

She throws her head back, the heavy headpiece sliding down her forehead, obscuring her vision. Her hand quickly adjusts it so she can continue to admire the view from above. 

The prince has his eyes closed, cheeks, still flushed from his orgasm, pressed against her soft thighs. 

The sight sends her falling over the edge. She cums with gaspy breaths and loud moans. It’s music to his ears. 

As he stands from his position between her legs, she looks up at him with lust-glazed eyes. 

He bends over to grab her chin, pulling her in for another kiss, the taste of her orgasm fresh on her tongue. 

“Bless that silver tongue of yours.” She grins.

“You are the one who blessed it.” He gives her a cheeky smile, swooping her into his arms. 

“Don’t be vulgar.” She wraps her arms around his neck as he sits back in his chair. “Plus, I believe we still have to eat dinner.”

He laughs and presses a sweet kiss to the tip of her nose. 

“Oh, darling, I’ve already eaten.”