#hypmic smut

[mera-k1]

Hypnosis Mic - ass, tits, thighs (or other)?

hypnosis mic x gn!reader

-some are more nsfw than others but still, minors dni

Ichiro can’t admit that he really likes your chest. there’s just something about it that draws his eyes towards it and he can’t help himself. he’d stare at it for hours if you’d let him, hell he’d even like to put his face on it.

Samatoki doesn’t give a shit about who sees his hand on your ass whenever he’s got you nearby. he loves to grab your ass when he’s fucking you whether you’re in missionary or riding him.

Jyuto is a simple man, preferring your thighs when asked. he loves that he can spread them easily and watch your face go red as his gloved hand wander slowly inwards.

Rio is an ass guy and that’s that. he simply just answers ass whenever you ask him about it and you’re truly not sure why since he doesn’t touch it a lot. He can’t help but look whenever you attempt to show it off for him though.

Ramuda can’t help but play with your chest whenever he’s able to. he’ll pinch and squeeze all the while you’re trying to hold yourself together to his teasing. which he won’t stop till you either put him in his place below you or let him stay in control till he’s satisfied.

Dice can’t control himself when he sees your chest and collarbone. he desperately wants to just kiss and bite you till there’s little marks all over your chest.

he loves your hands, especially when they’re trailing down his chest. Gentaro can’t get enough of how your hands feel on his skin and although he can be quite teasing himself, he would much prefer having you tease him with your hands.

Jakurai.. he is a polite man and doesn’t stare. he is fond of your thighs though and can’t help but clear his throat when you come out with some thigh highs that he wasn’t expecting to see you in. he get’s caught off guard each time too.

to put it simply, Hifumi likes your chest. he’s not teasing or anything about it though. he simply loves to just give them a playful squeeze and a few kisses before he does anything else.

Doppo is so embarrassed about the fact that he loves your thighs. he loves to lay on them, yes, but he also loves to be in between them. he is a giver in bed and would love to pleasure you while being between your thighs.

with Sasara, you can’t tell where he’s looking but, he’s looking right at your ass most times. he never does anything but he’s definitely checking it out and when you catch him, he just smiles at you and tells you that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about.

he’s a respectful man but, Rosho can’t help looking at your chest sometimes. he knows he shouldn’t be staring so much especially when you’re not doing much but he truly just wants to squish them with his hands.. maybe to see what reaction he’d get.

he’s got a thing for your ass and you know it very well. Rei won’t leave your ass alone for a second and he’s always gotta have a hand on it. whether you both are out in public or fucking. he’s always squeezing it with absolutely no shame.

Kuko always has a smug grin whenever he walks up behind you, planting a hand on your ass. he’s always has to grab your ass whenever he has you in his arms, it’s just habit at this point and he loves the surprised face you give him when he does it.

Jyushi loves your thighs. he can’t stop looking whenever you put thigh highs or fishnets on. there’s just something about them that makes him uncontrollably flustered just thinking about it!

he says he doesn’t care but, Hitoya loves your hips. just holding them to keep you in place as he fucks into you. he honestly would never tell you how attractive he finds just holding you by your hips.

[angelltheninth]

A while back I saw you reblog HypMic content. If it's not too much trouble could you do smut prompt no. 5 with Ichiro?

I don't play it much anymore but I did watch the anime when it came out so it re-ignited my passion.

Pairing: Ichiro Yamada x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, teasing, watching, mutual masturbation, praise, dirty talk, name calling, degradation, fingering, clit stimulation

A/N: If you haven't seen the anime I recommend it if only for the VAs and the pretty characters.

5. “Bet I can make you come without ever touching you.”

"Why are you slowing down? I dropped my pants but that's mean I'm gonna fuck you." Ichiro smirked at you and sat back down in his desk chair, hand wrapped around the bottom of his hard cock. "I told you a wanted a show. Besides, bet I can make you come without ever touching you."

That sounded like he was challenging you not to come for as long as possible, the problem was that you wanted to, so badly. Especially when you're watching him fist his cock and pump his hand up and down, his green and red eyes watching for every move you make between your legs. Could you do it to him too? Can you make him come without ever touching him? Now that sounded like a good idea.

You spread your legs as far as you could and locked your eyes with his. He wanted a show? You'd give him one he'd never forget. Just like he did when he performed.

"Can you keep up, Ichiro?" The sound of his breath hitching mixed with the fast, deep squelching sounds of your fingers dipping in and out of your pussy and your palm rubbing against your clit. As your juices dripped down Ichiro licked his lips, hungry for your taste but he said you'd come without him touching you, "Folding already?" You moaned as you added another finger.

"To someone like you? A little bitch who drools every time she sees my dick? I don't think so." He leaned forward and planted his feet firmly onto the floor, hand moving faster, the other fondling his balls, making the playing ground ever for the both of you, "I know you're close, you were doing so well earlier, don't disappoint me now baby, let me see you come. Do it and I'll let you suck me off."

Clever, presenting it as a reward rather then him finishing. You knew what he was doing, you shouldn't have fallen for it, but his cum dripped down his cock and onto the floor, you couldn't let that go on. Your fingers moved quickly in and out as you slid down the bed, hips humping the air and your hand as your orgasm ripped through you. There was a single word of praise whispered before you crawled, as quickly as you could, to Ichiro's cock and put your mouth on it just in time to get his full creamy load down your throat.

Seems like you both lost this one. Or a better way of looking at it is you both won real big.

[matenrou-fan]

three seperate scenario of toki, jakurai, ichiro waking up really horny and slowly fucking their s/o? she is laying in front of them and they lift her leg to slip in from behind (but it's not anal lol!)

uhhh I am so so sorry idk any pthing about OM so i can't request :(

Samatoki, Jakurai, Ichiro with fem!s/o (+morning sex)

femreader, humping, fingering (receiving), rough sex;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

-Despite he's such an overprotective softie in relationships, there's also a pretty naughty side of him, so Samatoki never would be that ashamed of seeing some wet dreams that involve you, he's only enjoying it. But it's really rare when he wakes up that horny after such a good sleep.

-But it's actually neither the first nor last time he felt such desire after lewding you in dreams. If you sleep at this moment, he prefers to just go to the bathroom and calm himself down, but sometimes it's really too much and his own hand won't help. Just like today, a copy of you in his mind was just too bold in his fantasies.

-So Samatoki just move to your closer, hugging from behind. He probably should do the opposite, as the soft scent of your warm skin just makes his dick twitch more, but he can't, it's like his hands freeze around your waist the second he wraps his arms around your body.

-"Babe.. Babe, are you sleeping?" - A low, hoarse after night voice slowly wakes you up, and even while being so sleepy, you can't help but notice how hot it actually sounds. - "Heh, what with this smile? You already know what I want?"

-Of course you know, because as soon as you open your eyes and look at the pale face of your boyfriend, his hands lowered to your hip. Oh, and you can feel this pressure against your butt when he leans closer to your smaller figure.

-But no matter how horny Samatoki are, he wants to heat your mind too, playing with your body a little before actually pushing himself inside. His arms already know all your sensitive places, squeezing your nipples between fingers while his glans stroking your folds through the thin fabric of your pajamas.

-During casual sessions your boyfriend loves to make you the one to whine for more, yet today there's not that much patience in his nerves. So pretty soon, when his dick would slowly soak in your juices, Samatoki finally pulled down your shorts and slowly but surely thrust in till the very end.

-Getting too carried away is definitely one of the points in the list of bad habits of your boyfriend.. As he doesn't give a single fuck about how many responsibilities and tasks waits for him outside your shared bedroom, he wouldn't stop until you two get enough of each other bodies.

-And trust me, as soon as you start calling his name in such a desperate voice, all last thought would fade away from his mind as Samatoki just wants to keep pounding you senseless.

-For him, it's very unusual to suddenly feel such an unsuppressable urge, especially early in the morning, when he just wakes up and immediately starts thinking about you and your body, sleeping next to him.

-A usual morning routine for Jakurai is to get up and check his blood pressure and temperature, yet today there's another problem that needs to be solved - his half hardened dick, that keeps pulsing in his home shorts.

-He probably should just quickly take a shower and deal with his fantasies all alone? Yet even for someone with great patience and self-control as Jakurai, it's kinda hard to resist this wish to touch your shoulder or to lean closer to your smooth hair. The sweet aroma of your shampoo is so luring..

-Small, light kisses on the neck would quickly wake you up, and only after that Jakurai would cling closer, wrapping his hands around your waist. Some deep shame would tickle his chest, aren't he too old to be so needy? Yet it feels like words escape his lips faster than he was able to think about them properly.

-"Ah.. Good morning, my dear.. The morning has just begun, but I think I'm already falling for your charm again.." - your lover whispers right in your ear, sending electric waves of goosebumps down your spine. - "So I hope you will forgive me for such impudence.."

-Even in an internal frenzy, Jakurai so soft and loving, thinking about your pleasure even more than about his own, as he doesn't want to just use you. Despite waking up absolutely hungry for your body, there's an even bigger appetite for intimate emotions in his soul, the real connection..

-So everything would be gentle and passionate, as always when Jakurai is being a dom. Preparing you long and well with his slim fingers, while you pressing your back to his warm chest, mewling in pleasure.. Sweet nothings and small praises in your ear as he slowly slides inside, pushing your clenching walls.

-And of course so much attention to your lips, chest and clit, as he slowly starts trusting in, enjoying the wet tightness of your pussy. Only your ardent reaction through small whimpers and lazily, but needy movements of your hips makes his arousal stronger. Only your desire raises his desire to the highest point.

-How lucky you both are, to not have any work shifts today.. As it seems Jakurai wouldn't have enough of your adorable morning cumming face after just one round.

-Well.. Even in his pure mind sometimes can awoke a few naughty thoughts, especially when he can't control his mind and it shows him the deepest desires of his soul.

-And probably the one who would wake up first today would be you, as these desperate whimpers behind you get too loud, and his arms trembling so much as Ichiro cling closer to you, shyly calling your name through sweet dreams.

-How can you not tease him a little? Leaning back to press yourself to his shaking with deep, unsteady breaths, chest. Maybe whisper his name a few times too, while wiggling your hips a bit to grind back, rubbing against a hard twitching bulge in his pajama pants.

-"M.. S/o, s/o, I'm so close.." - a sudden loud gasp breaks from his chest as Ichiro finally wakes up with a nagging ache between his thighs and notices your sly grin. - "A-ah, s/o, g-good morning…! Did I wake you up…?"

-He always feels so ashamed when you catch him like that! Yet sometimes it feels like his dick gets even harder in such situations, happy to finally get more attention. And the way you coo at your boyfriend, willing to help with such a shameful urge drew him to follow this primal instinct.

-The dream is so realistic but never enough, and he's too hungry for just the warmth of your skin and the sweet odours of your body. So for a few minutes Ichiro just wants to feel you more, to calm down his tickling mind through hot kisses and libidinous foreplay with your chest, while his dick keeps humping against your hips so fast and needy.

-And oh how amusing yet arousing his groans sound when his trembling hand finally lifts your leg, allowing him to slip in. For a moment he just froze in place, as he always does after getting inside you fully, just enjoying how pulses of your walls wrapped around his whole length.

-And after that.. Some unsteady, sloppy movements, that quickly speed up as Ichiro whines more and more right in your ear just how tight you are early in the morning. Just how good it feels, to be greeted with your delicious pussy like that. Best wake up in his life.

-God.. Just how lucky you're that both Jiro and Saburo stayed overnight in their friends houses, as these loud slaps of hips to hips and weak but loud high pitched moans would be heard all over the house for a whole morning today.

[taking-a-cupcake]

is it js me or i can NOT stand when people write xreader smuts or just any fic in general and the character uses “kitten” as a petname like nuh uh ;-;

[lambtail-tales]

Beg

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Ichiro Yamada x F!reader (Hypnosis Microphone)

Wordcount: 2510

Paragraphs: 52

I dug this up from the depths of my laptop and did some hardcore editing to it. I wrote this thing like 5 years ago actually so it really needed the fixing up. Not beta'd again, sorry >> Also, surprise, I'm HypMic trash too <3

Warning for sexually explicit 18+ material!

This drabble features light bondage and femdom as a heads up. Maybe orgasm denial if you squint?

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He was so cute, squirming under you like this. And you had barely even done anything yet. You got a little laugh out of it. “Ichiro,” You crooned. “You’re so adorable…” You sang softly, admiring the deep shade of red his face had become.

You felt quite proud of yourself, sat atop the man’s waist, straddling his hips. Now that his hands had been bound to the headboard, he had turned his head into the pillow, and he wouldn’t look at you.

You leaned forward, now chest-to-chest with the odd-eyed man. “You have nothing to be shy about…I’ll make you feel really good.” You whispered lasciviously, taking extra care in the soft kiss you pressed to his ear. You would swear you had just heard him whimper.

You sat up straight and began rocking your hips back and forth. You felt his half-hard member stiffen under your slick heat. You took great pleasure in seeing him screw his beautiful eyes shut and watching his chest begin heaving. “Mmm, you like this, don’t you? How dirty…” You purred, staring him down with a glint in your eye. “And that face you’re making!” You chuckled. “So sweet.”

Ichiro opened his mouth to retort, and you decided that grinding your hips a little harder would remind him who was in charge. He groaned, and you eased up just a little.

“I hope you weren’t about to talk back to me…or perhaps, you want more?” You taunted him, leaning in to bring your face close to his again.

Ichiro opened his eyes but kept them averted. You grabbed his chin, holding it firmly between your thumb and index finger. “You know, you should look people in the eye when they’re speaking to you.” He was now forced to meet your half-lidded gaze. “If you want something, all you need to do is ask for it,” With a wicked grin, you looked the man over, dragging one finger slowly over his chest in circles. “I won’t know what you want unless you tell me. I can’t read your mind, Ichiro.”

He muttered something under his breath that you chose to ignore in favor of dipping your head and latching onto the nape of his neck–kissing, biting, and sucking on the skin, reveling in the knowledge that you would be leaving your mark all over him. You made your way to his throat, and you could feel his quickening pulse beneath your lips.

“I could untie you, y’know? I know you want to touch me.” You spoke against his collarbone in soft, licentious tones. “But, only if you ask.” You reminded him. Ichiro glowered just a bit, and you wanted to laugh again. You had wondered if at any point he was starting to reconsider agreeing to this, but he knew what to say if he wanted to back out, and he hadn’t uttered anything close to it. Who would have thought Yamada Ichiro would be this submissive?

“So untie me.” He snipped, and you raised an eyebrow, making a small, pensive sound, though there was nothing that needed thinking about. His brief look of desperation pleased you. But unfortunately for him, that was far from a question.

You thrust your hips against him once more, and he moaned, jerking his own hips just slightly, and you smirked.

“I said you need to ask.” You batted your lashes with unabashed innocence. “Should I make you beg for it instead, since you don’t know how to listen?” He stayed quiet, and you licked your lips. “But then again, I’m getting a bit impatient…” You complained, and you felt his cock twitch. “Looks like you are, too, Ichiro.” You raised one hand and tenderly pushed a few loose strands of hair away from his face for him. “Ah, what to do, what to do…” You tutted, rolling your hips again at an agonizingly slow pace.

The more worked up he got, the more you enjoyed this. Was it cruel? Perhaps. But there would be time for an apology later. For now, you planned to thoroughly enjoy yourself, and take advantage of how vulnerable the man beneath you currently was.

You watched him struggle against his restraints, and an amused hum escaped your lips. “I made sure to make them very tight. Now, Ichiro, what do you want?” You reached between your legs, taking hold of his erection. He grunted as you began massaging circles around his head, occasionally brushing your thumb over the slit as precum beaded at the tip. You felt him begin writhing again, and you laughed. “Cute!” You murmured.

“Do you really need to ask me that?” Ichiro complained, and you just loved how obvious it was that you were driving him crazy. “Quit screwing around!” He barked, though it sounded more like he was pleading with you.

You narrowed your eyes at him, and chuckled. “Oh, I don’t need to ask at all,” you said nonchalantly. “I just want to hear you say it.” You spoke in a hushed, seductive tone. “It's so much fun to watch you squirm, and you make the sweetest expressions when you’re needy.” You added, words dripping with carnality, yet still saccharine like honey. “So,” You paused to bring your hand to your lips and lick his taste from your fingertips. “tell me.” You susurrated, and his reaction elicited a muffled laugh from behind your hand.

Ichiro’s face hadn’t yet been this flushed all afternoon, and you had been toying with him like this for quite some time; his embarrassment made you even more eager. He made a noise of frustration and averted his gaze, but you could still see that his shame had crept all the way to the tips of his ears as they grew rosy, much like his cheeks.

“Just hurry and fuck me already.” He growled. “Please.” He added, and his obedience was nothing short of delightful.

“Good boy,” You leaned forward as you lifted your hips up. “that’s what I like to hear.” 

You once more reached for his throbbing member and lined it up with your entrance. You were more than ready for it—you were practically aching to feel the dark-haired man inside you, but you wouldn’t tell him, because he was supposed to be the one begging you for release.

Sinking onto his cock, you leaned back and watched him ball his hands up over his head, and his hips slammed up into you almost instinctively, and you were shameless about the mewling sound that slipped past your lips

 “Mmm, not so fast, Ichiro,” you scolded. “Don’t get greedy.” Placing your hands against his abdomen. You rolled your hips slowly, working yourself into a rhythm. You bit your lip, wanting more already–so, so badly. “Slow,” You whispered. “go slow.” You repeated, and he obliged.

You threw your head back, feeling yourself being taken over by pleasure as heat spread from your core to your chest, then to the very tips of your fingers. How quickly would you fall apart if he had his hands on you, you wondered? But just for a moment.

Without warning, Ichiro picked up his pace, and as much as you wanted to keep bossing him around, it felt too good to stop now. You whined, surely giving way to how desperate you actually were, and you were quite sure in your hazy line of sight, you saw Ichiro smirk triumphantly. You wouldn’t let him win that easily.

“Is that…the best you can do?” You growled between suppressed moans. “I would have thought a former Dirty Dawg would be a bit more impressive.” You leaned forward, so your noses were close to touching. “Do me harder.” You demanded in a husky whisper, grinning at him provocatively.

The glint in his mismatched eyes told him that he was all too ready and willing to do just that. You braced yourself, and he began to rut into you more fervently than before. More moans began to rise from your throat, and to silence them, you smashed your mouth against his, and he invited it by kissing back fiercely, twining his tongue around yours. You had no desire to hold back any longer; you let yourself be overcome by your shameless desire, and it only got better. Breaking your kiss, you watched the thin trail of saliva between your mouths before you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip. Sure, you looked messy, but that was all just part of the fun, wasn’t it?

“Mmnnn, Ichiro, are you close?” The closest thing you got to an answer was a single thrust, more intense than he had been just a moment ago. “Haah,” Your voice echoed around the room, above the sound of skin against skin. “d-don’t just think you can cum whenever you want to.” You tossed your hair over your shoulder, noticing that some had stuck to your face thanks to the sweat you had worked up. “You finish when I say you can.”

Ichiro grunted between thrusts, and you knew that had aggravated him, because he was practically scowling at you. He never liked to be ordered around, and you knew it, which just made all of his reactions that much more satisfying, on top of him actually obeying you. Your giggle melted into a wanton sigh, and you arched your back, feeling the bed give out just a little as you rode him harder and faster.

The room was filled with gasps and soft whimpers, and the occasional name on a euphoric breath. You both wanted release, but you were stubborn enough that you wouldn't give it to him just yet. You liked driving him wild like this, and you would make use of your control over the man by teasing him as much as you could for as long as you could hold out, if you could hold out.

“If you can’t handle it anymore, all you have to do is say so…” You reached out to caress his cheek. “Just a few simple words, and you can have what you want…” You panted.

It was quite endearing, the way Ichiro was putting on a tough front, but you knew he couldn’t keep going much longer, and really, you weren’t in much better shape, determined as you were to outlast him. He had slowed down just a bit, and you wondered if he was running out of steam. “Well?” You cooed.

His face was crimson, and it was positively captivating. “D-don’t make me say it out loud.” He groused, and he was met with silence. His exasperated whine was music to your ears. “Let me cum,” He hissed. He was impatient–more so than you had ever seen him, and you adored it. “please.” he finally begged, squeezing his eyes shut.

You definitely wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often, you thought to yourself. You had turned the tables on Ichiro for once, and now you had him completely wrapped around your little finger.

“What a good boy, using your manners.” You were craving release, so that was certainly good enough for you. “Go on then, Ichiro,” You purred. “give it to me.”

As if on command, rather than with your permission, he came inside of you. 

You reached your own climax as he spilled into you, swearing loudly and moaning his name as orgasm shook your body. Riding wave after wave of pleasure, everything around you seemed softer—fuzzy, even. You slowly eased yourself off of him and settled carefully against his hips, hands at his waist. As the two of you panted heavily, catching your breath in the afterglow, you hovered over him and took his face in your hands, peppering sweet kisses across his face; his lips, his cheeks, his forehead, the tip of his nose–anywhere you could reach.

“I’ll untie you now, okay?” Ichiro just nodded, perhaps still unable to properly articulate coherent words, perhaps just content to bask in blissful silence for a bit longer.

You reached above him, making sure to take extra care when undoing the knot around his wrists. “There.” You soothed when you finally got it loose, and you couldn’t help but feel bad, watching him rub at the angry red marks that had been impressed into his wrists as you tossed the rope away. “Does it hurt?” You frowned.

“No,” Ichiro muttered. “but damn, that sucked!” He complained, and he was pouting.

You tilted your head. “Oh?” You took one of his arms and pulled it towards you. “Sorry…anything I can do for you?” You asked timidly, pressing your lips to one particularly deep mark on his skin.

Ichiro watched you, eyes shifting from your mouth to your eyes after a moment. “Let me touch you next time.” His words came softly, and you felt one curled finger graze your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, thrilled by the promise of a next time.

Your airy laughter echoed around the dim room. “Is that all?” You murmured, turning his hand over to kiss his knuckles. “I suppose I could let you have your way next time.” You teased

Ichiro rolled his eyes, but he did nothing to hide his smile. “What a handful.” He combed his fingers through your hair, and you rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Ehh? Me?” You craned your neck to place one more kiss up against his jawline. “That isn’t a very nice thing to say.” Even so, your crooked grin was one of adoration.

You laid against him, head to his chest, and you could hear his rapid pulse slowing down little by little as his strong arms wrapped around your waist. After a quiet moment in which you had settled down comfortably, you found your voice again.

“I really love you, y’know…” You closed your eyes, thinking it both strange and wonderful that your bodies fit together so perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle. You didn’t think you could ever love anyone more than you loved Ichiro.

You felt his breath catch for just a moment, and he kissed your temple. “Mmm, I love you, too.” He murmured. “But next time I won't go easy on you.” He joked.

You giggled, giving him one more kiss, featherlight on his lips. “Of course, Ichiro.” You humored the man, patting his cheek before standing on weak legs.

He raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbows as he watched you, just waiting for your knees to buckle. “And where are you going?” He objected.

“As much as I would love to stay in bed with you, I need a shower before your brothers get back from school.” You said nothing of the mess dripping down your thighs–he had noticed. You could tell by the sheepish look on his face. “And so do you.” You added while you turned away to head to the washroom. “You’re more than welcome to join me if you want.” You called behind you before breezing down the hall stark naked.

You could hear him laugh, and in no time he was padding along right behind you, catching you around the waist and pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, eliciting a startled squeal from you, that only lasted for a second, quickly dissolving into contented laughter as you returned the gesture in kind, kissing his cheek once more.

[seangelfish]

Is this the request spot? If yes I'd like to request an nsfw-fluff hc of how Ichiro, Kuko, and Jakurai would please their partner in bed (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I hope you don't mind it (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

This is actually my first time requesting so I'm kinda nervous ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

A/N: Anon, I'm so sorry for the wait! I hope you're still around to read this! ;-; Thank you for requesting! I hope everyone enjoys!! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ♡

Featured characters: Ichiro Yamada, Kuko Harai, Jakurai Jinguji

♡ Tags: NSFW headcanons, established relationships (separate), romance, gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)

♡ Word count: 186 (Ichiro), 191 (Kuko), 193 Jakurai

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! NSFW below the cut. Please proceed with caution.

ICHIRO YAMADA

Ichiro is the definition of basic, but he is willing to try out new things if that's what his partner wants. He might end up liking these new positions.

But to please you, Ichiro likes missionary more than anything else. He likes seeing you squirm below him as you beg him for more. You look so pretty, the faces you make turn him on even more. Plus, he's able to kiss you like this, and whisper praises in your ear. It's just so intimate that he wants sex with you to be like.

He also enjoys it when you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs locking him closer to you as he thrusts even deeper inside. He knows he's doing a good job when you start pulling his hair too, leaving bright red scratches on his back.

Other times, he may just eat you out. He likes being praised too! So, when he goes down between your legs, he likes it when you grip his hair, moaning sweet nothings to him as you arch your back to feel his tongue deeper inside you.

KUKO HARAI

Kuko is open to many things as long as it feels good, so let him experiment! Like Ichiro, he is willing to do whatever his partner wants, but he does have his limits so don't go asking him for things he definitely won't like!

The main positions he puts you in are probably doggy or flatiron. He loves the sound of his pelvis smacking your ass and your cries for him to go slower. This is also the perfect position to have you pinned down as his cock pounds you repeatedly.

On top of that, he loves painting his cum on your back. To him, it's like a reward, to see your usual clean self so messed up, your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets as you groan into the pillow. He finds you particularly cute in that moment – although you're always so cute to him.

Sometimes, he'd just finger you. He's not often horny considering the fact he is a monk. But at times when you're so needy – so annoying – then he'll have to listen to your word. And anyway, you always end up so giddy that it makes him laugh.

JAKURAI JINGUJI

Jakurai is a man who probably doesn't think about sex often, but he would do it for his partner. Whatever you want, he will do. He cares more about your pleasure than his own, but it's still a win-win situation as he's able to enjoy the time spent together too.

He prefers missionary, but he also likes spooning too. The times you two have sex are usually at night just before bed, when the two of you are back from work.

The way he moves his cock in and out of you is slow. Jakurai takes his time as slow sex feels more sensual for both of you. It's also very intimate as making out with him is slow too.

However, if you do want to go faster, then he will. After all, he does like hearing you moan and pant for him as drool drips down from the side of your mouth.

Spooning lets him fondle your breasts from behind, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he plants careful kisses here and there.

Sex is just so soft with Jakurai as he treats you like a delicate flower.

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[discotenny]

It's two in the morning, and ramuda wants you, because he always sleeps so much better with you by his side, but also, he wants you.

Usually he just goes for it but he doesn't want to wake you up. He doesn't know that you're lying awake thinking about him. Ramuda doesn't know that you opened your messages thirty minutes ago to ask him to come over, saw him trying to send a message, and were just waiting for him to send it.

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The dots keep going as he tries to ask you this politely, but he can't think of anything 🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 poor baby

Menendjibjdnkddjkdmmkmmmdkkdkd. AFAB!reader, no pronouns mentioned.

Ramuda getting himself hot and bothered while trying to figure out what to text you.

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Ramuda looks at his messages, smiling at the history of loving texts between you two. In the darkness of the night his phone illuminates his bed, making it painfully clear just how lonely he was.

His mind runs wild with possibilities as to what could happen if he could only figure out what to say- and the more time it takes the more his fantasies devolve into absolute filth.

Ramuda wanted nothing more than to be nuzzled in between your legs and lap at your heat. He starts to draft up another text, pulling his bottom lip to his teeth.

Ramu: I need you, so fucking badly.

No, it wasn’t right. It was too quick, too eager. Ramuda wanted you to know how much you meant to him, even if he was in such a lustful state.

He can feel his cock growing hard in his pants, his hips slowly grinding into his bed. He’s desperate for friction, craving your touch. A pool of saliva starts to gather on his tongue, thumbs quickly typing up a new message.

Ramu: Thinking about you right now cutie. I’d do anything if you’d let me come over.

That wasn’t right either. It didn’t show how badly he desired you, how badly he needed you. Ramuda would’ve died if he came over and all you gave him was cuddles.

Right now- he needed to touch you. He needed his hands to roam your form and squeeze anything he can reach. He needed to spread your legs, hold them down as he shoved his fingers into your pussy. He needed you to pull his hair as rough as you could, forcing his tongue down to your heat.

Another long and heavy roll of his hips to his bed leaves him groaning. Ramuda starts to bring one of his hands down to his crotch, starting to text you again with the other.

Ramu: I don’t think I can go to sleep tonight without tasting you. Please can I come over?

Yeah, that sounded good enough. Ramuda’s just about to hit send, but in his excitement he can’t help his hips from speeding up, from thrusting harder into the mattress. He grips his covered cock with a moan, wondering if he should also send a video to you to prove just how desperate he is.

Ramuda can feel himself leaking through his pants and his grip tightens at the realization. At the tip of his tongue he can imagine your taste, he can feel your hands running through his hair, and he can just about see the light of you in front of him. In his desperation, his moans turn to whines and he lets drool fall to his bedsheets.

Ramuda has half a mind to remember to hit send, and he bites his lip harder as he sees your typing bubble immediately pop up.

You: I was waiting for you to ask ❤️ I’ll pay for a taxi?

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AAAAAA RAMUUUUBABBYYYTY

Second time writing smut !!! I still don’t think I’ve gotten it right but lmk !!! Anon these asks give me life I thank u 🫶🙌

[guiraguira]

hello, I have request 💕

ichiro and his girlfriend took a break from their road trip to have some fun in the car....nsfw..

I hope it make sense my english not the best! i like your writings a lot guiraguira :)

Fun moment in the car!❤️

Hello darling! ❤️ I perfectly understood your request! Thanks for the support! 💜 ooh! A request with reduced space! Let's see what I can do for him!

Ichiro x fem Reader!

Warnings: nsfw. Mutual masturbation, oral, creampie, maybe some exhibitionism? I'm not sure.

° The trip itself was not very long, they had enjoyed a few days in a house in the mountains, far from work and their brothers, now they were returning to the city. They took advantage of the loneliness to love each other as they had not been able to for a long time.

° But Ichiro can no longer concentrate, since they got in the car he is very attentive to how the belt accentuates your figure, especially that separation between your breasts. Exactly 10 minutes ago, he was looking for a hidden place to park while his head was thinking about what excuse he could give you to interrupt his trip because of his little excitement, but when you squeeze his thigh in a fairly high area, he understands perfectly that they are in tune.

° Your hand begins to go up to his crotch and he hisses "Honey please no" with a visible blush he avoids your gaze, fearing he will lose control of the steering wheel. Omitting his words, you loosen his belt buckle and slowly reach in. He grips the steering wheel tightly, fearing for your next actions.

° They finally find a place, away from the main street. You go to the back seats without leaving the vehicle and without delaying a second Ichiro joins you. Space is tight but they can always make it work. Stretching back across the seats you drag him over you, joining in a heated kiss.

° Both tongues dance together taking turns dominance, they separate only when they lack air, gasping absurdly loud and laughing at the silliness of the situation. He must keep one hand on the back and balance so he doesn't crush you with his weight, but you keep pulling on his neck to lower him further.

° you hook your leg over his hip and cause his growing erection to hit your center "hey! .." he says bumping his forehead against yours and looking down there. You turn your hip looking for more friction but he stops you again. "You're just…too…ah!" You licks his lips interrupting his sentence. An intense blush covers his neck as he thinks about how to proceed.

° Feel the edge of your pants, slowly pulling them, helping him move your legs and open more for him. This action of yours always causes him to clench his lips and moan. When you respond so well to what he asks he gets even more shy.

° Your underwear is so wet that it's hardly an obstacle, he simply puts it aside and gently inserts a finger, but it's very little and you let him know by moving your hips using his hand. "S/o…" It almost sounded like he was pleading. He wants to make sure that he is not doing you any wrong.

° Believing that it is time to introduce the second finger, now you are beginning to get excited, sighing sweetly in his ear to the rhythm of his touching while he searches for that sweet spot inside you by curving his fingers. Before the third arrives, he stops and it is he who begins to contain his moans. His hips rub slightly against your lower belly, having his pants unbuttoned gave him more freedom and he was beginning to adorn his boxers with a wet stain.

° Delicately running your fingers through his abs, you brush the tip of his penis with special care, waiting for his reaction. He moans low against your neck tickling you. "Oh… what a sweet voice you have my love" you caress his scalp while you continue masturbating him.

° Without being left behind, he works with you again and using three fingers finally reaches your exact point, the surprise that he generates in you causes you to slightly squeeze his member and contract your hip. They both squeal at the same time but neither stops.

° Ichiro kisses your neck to silence his gasps when you find the perfect rhythm stimulating him with your whole hand, chasing the ecstasy of the other his efforts are about to culminate but he stops. Complaining about losing your drive, you look in his direction and how he manages to bend his body so that his face is at the height of your entrance.

° You try to stop him, he really don't need to please anymore, but he withdraws your hand,"please" he pleads turning his head to one side and resting it on your thigh, rubbing it a couple of times, his eyes locked on yours melting you of love. You agree and he smiles, settling down better.

° Plays with your clitoris licking and kissing it. He recently learned what your sensitive points are and every time he gets a chance he show you how much he knows about your tastes. Kissing your already sensitive area with his fingers really won't be long before you come.

° His hot and panting breath together with his eyes that carefully seek any change in your gestures destroy your control. His tongue makes a particularly long movement inside you ending up sucking your clitoris and you explode contracting around his face letting out a big moan.

° Your fluids create a mess down there but he licks them clean. He stands over you again, with a smirk at having achieved his goal. The least you can do is kiss him with the same passion that he just showed you, you still have a slight tremor but now you need it inside of you. He is not better either because you also perceive a slight tremor on his part.

° Although both like to do it from the front, the lack of comfort and space forces you to give yourself to him from behind. With his chest pressing on you, both of you put one knee on the seat for stability, with your other leg being supported by Ichiro it's your responsibility to find a grip as his other hand is groping your nipples.

° His thrusts begin slowly, checking that everything is fine and that he can continue. So when you intentionally tighten your walls around his member he goes all in, giving accurate thrusts in the right place, you feel your body languishing and you give up letting your face fall on the seat, closing your eyes concentrating on feeling. His breathing and his moans are erratic, you can hear them as his head is nestled in the crook of your neck.

° You are sure that the car must be moving in a suspicious way, you cannot hear if there is traffic or people nearby because the hip-to-hip blow creates lassive and sticky sounds that outshine any other.

° Whispers your name constantly against your ear since I reached that speed and you must bite your lips to keep from fainting right there.

° Gasping with your mouth open, you stroke his hair as best you can, congratulating him. This only excites him more massaging your breasts you finally feel his cock swell, climaxing inside you his thrusts slowly stop and he kisses your shoulder.

° "Honey?... Do you want water?" Coming out of you, he asks softly as he looks for the bottle and something to clean yourself with. Turning around to look at his face, you see that he is also looking through your clean clothes for something to change into.

° "Where is my shy boy?" You formulate as you can, still breathing heavily, giving him a smile. "I-I…I was wrong about something..are you alright?" An intense blush covers his face again and his eyes give you a look full of concern. You just roll your eyes denying getting closer to kiss him.

° The windows of the cars are slightly fogged, serving as a curtain for the outside world and the evening light is already beginning to be darker. Maybe they have one more round, you think, watching the way Ichiro lingers on your lips after the kiss.

[coraxcolt]

Masterlist for Kinktober 2023

✟ What a better way to start all over again if not with kinktober itself!

✟ This kinktober will be exclusive to both Hypnosis Mic and Twisted Wonderland.

✟ All are with AFAB reader but gender and pronouns are neutral.

✟ And obviously this is all smut, ignore if you don't like it.

The list and prompts go as follows:

☆ Day1. Azul Ashengrotto (Oral Fixation)

☆ Day2. Gentaro Yumeno (Voice Kink)

☆ Day3. Jamil Viper (Mind Break & Mind Control)

☆ Day4. Samatoki Aohitsugi (Hate sex)

☆ Day5. Idia Shroud (Somnophilia)

☆ Day6. Jakurai Jinguji (Vanilla)

☆ Day7. Malleus Draconia (Size Kink)

☆ Day8. Kuko Harai (Body Worship)

☆ Day9. Cater Diamond (Recording)

☆ Day10. Ramuda Amemura (Corruption Kink)

☆ Day11. Jade Leech (Aphrodisiacs)

☆ Day12. Doppo Kannonzaka (Breathplay/Choking Kink)

☆ Day13. Leona Kingscholar (Breeding Kink)

☆ Day14. Jyuto Iruma (Phone Sex)

☆ Day15. Rook Hunt (Praising)

☆ Day16. Ichiro Yamada (Roleplay)

☆ Day17. Floyd Leech (Degradation)

☆ Day18. Rosho Tsutsujimori (Drunk Sex)

☆ Day19. Vil Schoenheit (Humiliation)

☆ Day20. Jyushi Aimono (Mirror Sex)

☆ Day21. Kalim Al-Asim (Overstimulation)

☆ Day22. Sasara Nurude (Toys)

☆ Day23. Riddle Rosehearts (Edging)

☆ Day24. Dice Arisugawa (Dacryphilia)

☆ Day25. Trey Clover (Food play)

☆ Day26. Rei Amayado (Power play & Daddy Kink)

☆ Day27. Lilia Vanrouge (Teasing & Begging)

☆ Day28. Hitoya Amaguni (Cockwarming)

☆ Day29. Jack Howl (Biting & Marking)

☆ Day30. Hifumi Izanami (Mutual Masturbation)

☆ Day31. Divus Crewel (Impact play & Petplay)

☆✟ Feel free to request or ask anything and I'll answer asap ✟☆

✟ That's pretty much everything, I'm behind by one day but i'll be posting them all, so don't worry!

✟ I'll be posting the blog introduction shortly.

- Corax out

[demonichikikomori]

Bottoms Up

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Rosho Tsutsujimori x Chubby!Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.9k+ Tags: Mutual Pining/Drunk Sex/Teacher x Teacher

Art is by 1000kcal_ on Twitter!

Wahhhhh!~! This is a commission I was excited to take on! It isn't Twst but it's a fandom I would love to be more active in. My lovely moot @sugarcookiesheep was interested in Rosho from HypMic! A character who doesn't get lots of affection hehe. I hope you all enjoy!~! The full fic will be posted on Ao3!

SUMMARY:

You were the new Home Economics teacher at Gyoshin Private High. Rosho Tsutsujimori is the socially awkward math teacher. You liked him. You think he likes you. So naturally you said yes when he invited you out for a drink.

Your final class of the day had been dismissed. The sun had begun to set, leaving the empty room filled with a warm orange hue. You tidied up to prepare for classes again tomorrow with a smile on your face. You were the new Home Economics teacher at Gyoshin Private High School, located in Osaka. Well, the newest in terms of staff. You had only joined them a year ago. The old Home Economics teacher had finally retired and you had just completed your training. The higher ups were excited to hand you off to the academy in dire need of a teacher to handle the rowdy youth. Your students were kind to you, even when you stuttered and fumbled during your first month of teaching them. 

You quickly became a fan favorite among the students. Especially the male students much to your disbelief. You had received so many chocolates, flowers, and even confession letters on White Day you feared having to wear a fake ring on your finger in the future. Some of the gifts were from students you were positive you had never taught in your class. Naturally you had gotten candy from your co-workers, but one gift stuck out to you the most. You remembered it clearly when he stood at your desk during lunch, holding out a store bought chocolate bar to you. 

It looked expensive. 

You gave him a shy thank you, feeling a bit intimidated by his stern face behind round, circular glasses. His hand looked shaky and clammy, as your fingers brushed upon accepting the chocolate bar. The teacher you had not yet properly met nodded, slowly turning red in the face, before he darted away. You had later learned that he was the math teacher Mr. Tsutsujimori. He had a knack for avoiding you, which was upsetting since you had gotten along so well with the other staff. Apparently, he has horrible stage fright and social anxiety. It was nothing personal.

It’s been a year now since you have been teaching at Gyoshin Private School. As time passed, you saw more and more of Rosho to your surprise. You would greet him early in the morning before the students would arrive and when you passed one another in the halls. Sometimes you would each lunch together in the teachers lounge in a comfortable silence. You would enjoy your colorful bento loaded with veggies, rice, and whatever meat leftovers you had from dinner. Usually you would see Rosho enjoying a small pudding cup to himself or anything small and sugary that he could find for cheap. 

You worried about him not eating properly, but when your eyes met his… Your heart would flutter, and the passing comment would fall silent as the two of you returned to your comfortable silence. After that ended, Rosho would give you a sheepish nod before scurrying towards his classroom, but lately he’s been adding in a friendly wave of acknowledgement. Progress was progress in your eyes. 

You hummed to yourself, reminiscing the fond memory of time that has passed as you taught at Gyoshin Private High School. You pulled at the tightly fastened bow on your apron to loosen it, only to turn your head at the sound of a nervous voice on the other side of your classroom door. Nearly stuttering when they called your last name in hopes of a response. But you recognized the owner, although you didn’t hear him speak often. “Yes Mr. Tsutsujimori? You’re allowed to open the door!” You assured him, watching the door slowly slide open with the math teacher standing there. His hands were laced tightly together as he offered you a small bow. “Please excuse me… I didn’t mean to interrupt if you were busy…” He cleared his throat and you shook your head with a smile. “No, no! I was only cleaning up to prepare for tomorrow.” You gave him a small wave of dismissal as you removed your pale pink apron and hung it up on a small wooden rack near your desk with an assortment of others. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked curiously as you walked over to one of the many small sinks to wash your hands. Rosho nervously adjusted his glasses higher onto the bridge of his nose. His eyes darted downwards to the floor as he cleared his throat a second time. “I have a question to ask.” He sounded stiff, as though this was a line he had been rehearsing before arriving at your classroom. “Yes? What is it?” You were genuinely curious, drying your hands and turning to face the math teacher. Rosho was not the type of man to ‘ask you a question’. Or ask anyone a question. He was a private person, and not once has he ever come to you like this. It was the friendly waves in the halls and on rare occasions seeing one another throughout Osaka in the shopping district on the weekends. 

The math teacher shifted his weight from one foot to another, his brows tensing as he mustered up the courage to continue. “I… You… Um… Do you..?” He trailed off awkwardly as you returned to your desk and opened up a small book filled with laminated pages. They were all recipes you could make with your students. “Well…” Rosho’s face held a soft frown as he looked down at the tips of his shoes. “My question… Might be a little strange…” He warned as his cheeks began to grow flushed. This caused you to look up. “Strange? How so?” Was he planning to ask you for a favor? You were sure the question was something you could handle, after all, Rosho had gathered the strength to come all the way here to ask you himself. The least you could do for him is listen. 

“What are your thoughts on alcohol?” The question was strange just as Rosho said it would be. But, you weren’t sure exactly what he meant. However you decided to answer him anyway as you stopped on a laminated recipe page for flan. “I mean… I don’t see anything wrong with it. It isn’t something I usually drink myself.” You answered to the best of your ability, and looked up at the math teacher with a warm smile. His face was completely red, and his vermillion colored eyes met yours for the first time.

The stare was intense. You could feel that he had so much more to say. Before you could ask him if he was alright, he had given you a deep bow, thanking you for your time before rushing away. You peeked your head into the hall as he rushed around the corner. Your smile had melted into a frown. Did something happen inside the school regarding alcohol? It could be that he had caught some students drinking on campus… Or maybe outside of school with their uniforms on? The thought began to worry you as you continued to tidy up before heading home for the day. 

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The next day after classes had ended, Rosho was waiting for you near the door again. You and your students had completed the first half of the recipe. The flan was stored away in the large fridge (some students had brought magnets to decorate it with your approval) and would stay overnight for them to enjoy the next day. The sweet scent seemed to encourage Rosho to step into your classroom as he sheepishly excused himself with a small bow. “Mr. Tsutsujimori! It’s nice to see you again.” You smiled sweetly with a chipper tone and began to loosen the bow on your pale purple apron decorated in small white flowers. “How can I help you?” You asked with a small tilt of your head as you hung it up on the wooden rack. He was obviously very nervous. His eyes darted to you then back to the floor before he straightened up and cleared your throat. “... I have another question to ask you.” He stated with a little more confidence than yesterday. You went to wash your hands with a puzzled look slowly turning to worry. It could be in relation to yesterday. But your mind was racing with possibilities, you couldn’t help but feel nervous as well. “Yes? I’m sure I can answer it for you.” Hopefully it wasn’t about catching any of the students drinking on campus…

He adjusted his tie and raised his eyes to meet yours. Sharp, and light red in color. The math teacher looked so intimidating. You had heard a rumor long ago that he looked far more frightening without his glasses on, that he used to be a delinquent himself. And yet he would always stammer over his ‘good mornings’ and his hands would shake when he passed by you in the hall. He could barely greet you now. Rumors are just rumors. “Would you… Perhaps..?” He trailed off with his hands folding together tightly. “There is a bar.” He blurted out suddenly as you turned back to look at him with a patient stare as you dried your hands. A bar?

He shuffled his weight on one foot to another. “It’s… Nice…” He shrugged awkwardly as you approached him with a smile. His hands looked like they were shaking, and you thought that you should help him out. “Mr. Tsutsujimori, are you trying to ask me to join you sometime?” You asked hopefully as his pale face became flushed in red rouge. 

He was silent as he stared down at you with a small nod. “If… If it isn’t too late… Would you join me this weekend? I won’t take too much of your time.” His voice was softer and shockingly hopeful as you nodded in response. “I would love to join you this weekend Mr. Tsutsujimori.” Your heart skipped in your chest as he gave you a deep and silent bow. “Thank you…” He whispered as he raised his head. He left in a hurry, racing down the hall with the tips of his ears singed from blush as the sun filled your classroom in its warm orange hue.

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Classes had ended for the week. Your students excitedly enjoyed the flan they had worked so hard to make as they came to and left from your classroom. Each holding their own variations of flan in little plastic bowls. You pulled the ribbon free from your bright red apron lined in colorful, cartoon flowers. The math teacher had returned to your classroom for the last time this week, calling out to you from the other side of the door. He sounded even more confident than yesterday. “You can come in Mr. Tsutsujimori!” You called out as you hung up your apron and went to wash your hands. The door slid open behind you, and you heard him enter the room. “P-Please excuse me.” He stuttered and entered the room, glancing around with his hands folded together. “I just came to confirm…” He trailed off, watching as you approached the fridge and opened it. “You would like to join me this weekend? I was thinking tomorrow, if we drink we’ll be needing the day after to recover.” He sounded calculated and stiff, again, as though he had rehearsed before he had come to see you. You pulled out a small tray of flan you had made with your students for each class. All varying in flavor and design. One had whipped cream on top. One was lined in cherries, while another was made of chocolate. There were six different puddings in total. “That sounds fine to me! I had made something for you. Well, I had made six things for you.” You placed the tray on your desk with a smile and motioned to it. “You have a sweet tooth, correct? I decided to make you some pudding, since you were so kind to invite me out for drinks this weekend.” Your face began to burn as bashfulness filled your chest. 

It felt silly, making him so much despite only seeing him eat a single cup during your lunch time together. “You’re so thin, I thought you needed more than just a single pudding to get you through the day!” You gave him a soft laugh as you laced your fingers together nervously. The feeling of your heart pounding against your ribs intensified as you focused on the tray. The math teacher was silent before he approached you, sliding the door shut as he looked at the tray of assorted puddings. “You made them for me?” The whisper left goosebumps prickling your skin as you nodded speechless.

A soft laugh escaped the math teacher’s lips as he looked down at the tray, and you were brought back to reality. “Oh! Let me get you a container to take them home in!” Before you could break away from the desk, Rosho raised a hand. “Wait- Actually…” He trailed off as your eyes met his. His face didn’t have the same red hue. His cheeks were flushed but this was different. “Are you busy?” He asked and you shook your head quickly in response. Your body had gone stiller than stone as he hovered near the pudding. “Is it alright if I stay here with you, and eat them now?” He asked with that same hopeful tone. The warmth in your face went down to your collar, making you feel as if you had been tossed into a sauna fully clothed. 

He wanted to stay here with you? “I… I can get you a spoon! Please, sit at my desk!” You offered and scrambled around in search of a plastic cutlery to give to the math teacher. Never would you have guessed that such a simple request would leave you feeling so flustered. As Rosho enjoyed the pudding (scraping every cup clean with a positive and stern review of each) you cleaned up and prepared for Monday when the two of you would return to greet your students in the morning. You could feel Rosho’s eyes watching you every so often, you were sure he knew when you would steal glances as well. 

When he finished his pudding, you finished preparing for Monday. Rosho had offered to walk with you to the train station and awkwardly asked to exchange numbers with you. Since the two of you would be drinking this weekend and needed a way to contact one another. You boarded the train together, staying close in that familiar and comforting silence as the warm sun had vanished, welcoming you both with an inky black scenery. Your stop had come first, and with a small wave of goodbye, you let out a breath you were holding as you left him on the train. 

You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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It was already 7pm and you were racing around with worry. You and Rosho were supposed to be at the bar he recommended at 8pm.

You spent all day fussing over what to wear, what color to paint your nails, and even how you wanted to style your hair. Sure, Mr. Tsutsujimori invited you out as a friend and he told you the setting was on a more casual side. But that didn’t mean you could dress too comfortably. The curls in your hair bounced as you fixed your eyeliner for a subtle wing with sparkling shadow smudged onto your lids. Curling your lashes and applying a thin coat of clear mascara that made your eyes pop and shine. You chose a clear gloss to apply to your lips, thankful that it was flavored just in case one of your late night romantic fantasies would come true. Your peach pink polish had dried long ago and you cursed yourself for not adding any glittery coating as you fastened your short pearl necklace around your throat. 

You requested your cat to wish you luck as you got dressed in something casual but something you considered worthy of going out in. A pastel pink cashmere sweater that hung off of your shoulders to fight the night chill, a long, an A line denim skirt that went down to your calf, and a pair of white boots with short heels. 

Rosho told you that he would meet you at the train station near your stop, not wanting you to ride alone so late at night. Even the sun wouldn’t be setting until 7:45. You grabbed your purse and your keys, saying goodbye to your kitty who had fallen asleep on your couch before leaving. You wanted to be early, the thought of missing the train (or Rosho) struck you with anxiety that you couldn’t shake off. You texted the math teacher a polite message saying you were on your way to the station and you were excited to join him for drinks. He sent you a sticker of a beer saying he was just as excited as you were. 

You made it to the train station around 7:20 with your purse clenched tightly in your hands as you struggled to catch your breath. It was already growing crowded as everyone waited for the next train to arrive in about ten minutes. Then, you spotted Rosho. He was leaning against a wall with his phone in his hand, squinting at it through his thin, round lenses. He was dressed in all black, an unusual sight from his brown suit and green tie, or even his periwinkle sweater vest with matching trousers. Rosho was wearing black shoes, black dress pants, a black button up, a black blazer with a subtle reflective pattern going down the chest and arms, and a black corded necklace. 

He looked far more dressed up than you did. “Excuse me, Mr. Tsutsujimori!” You called out to him and approached slowly with a smile on your face. Black looked good on him. He looked up from his phone, and you could see his face explode with the rouge color you had grown fond of. He only stared at you with wide, starry eyes. “I hope I didn’t make you wait long. I had trouble deciding what to wear. I’m sure you know how women can be!” You teased with a soft laugh as Rosho looked away. With a set of subtle inhales, you could smell the cologne he had doused his clothes in as well. A smokey wood scent and a hint of something floral. You wanted to move in closer to enjoy the scent, but you wouldn’t dare. “I-I wouldn’t know!” He stuttered out before tucking his hands into his pockets. “I wasn’t waiting long… In fact! I just got here!” Again, he sounded rehearsed as he gave you a trembling smile. It led you to believe he had been here for a while on account of his nerves. 

You gave him a soft smile and adjusted the long strap of your purse onto your shoulder. A startled expression wiping away your smile at the sound of the train arriving. You turned to look at the currently empty tracks before going back to Rosho. “Thank you again for inviting me out this weekend.” Your heart fluttered in your chest as the math teacher gave you a small nod. The nervous smile on his face remained. 

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The bar was cozy with a warm hibiscus colored glow. Many trinkets and doohickey’s lined the walls and dangled from the ceiling. A hole in the wall known as Mokarimakka. The name made you laugh as you responded to the silly neon sign with Rosho. He led you inside the narrow space, allowing you to hold onto the back of his blazer as he navigated through a small hall and up a short set of stairs. You followed closely behind Rosho, taking in a few more secretive inhales of his cologne before he showed you to the booth you would be sharing. “It’s usually crowded the later it gets in the night, I thought this would be an appropriate time for the both of us.” He explained as the two of you sat across from one another. You placed your purse beside you, taking a soft exhale as you squeezed into the red vinyl booth, frowning as the table pressed against your body. “Oh no this is fine! I’m not much of a night owl.” You wave a dismissive hand, feeling Rosho pull the table away from you just a few inches to give you some room. 

Your cheeks felt warm from the subtle action, not out of embarrassment but of admiration for Rosho. You quickly grabbed a drink menu to hide behind, noticing they served a lot of beer. “Mr. Tsutsujimori..?” You trailed off as you scoured the long list, feeling intimidated by the names and sizes of the heavy drinks. “If you want something lighter then you should order this.” You lowered the laminated page to see him pointing to a drink called ‘The Drunk Cinderella’. It was based on the mocktail, but with a shot of vodka to make it alcoholic. He showed you many more that you felt inclined to try as a waitress came over to greet you and take your orders. 

That was when you started to feel more and more adventurous with the menu. An Osaka Dry Cocktail, the classic Bloody Mary, a Long Island Iced Tea and a few more you didn’t recognize until you had already finished your glass. At one point Rosho had ordered you a plate of takoyaki to soak up some of the alcohol in your stomach. He had had beers of all kinds to contrast with your much prettier glasses of colorful cocktails. A tall Fat Tire, cans of chilled Asahi, Sapporo in a tall glass with ice, a few brown bottles of Minoh Beer (which the sight of the red monkey amused you) and more you had started to forget.

You and Rosho had gotten comfortable as you talked and drank. He had long ago discarded his blazer in the red vinyl seat and left the top two buttons of his black shirt undone. He told you about how he spent his days off, how he used to do comedy with his best friend, how sometimes he can’t stand his best friend, his love of pudding and many other assorted sweet things, and even how his students sometimes tease him. “I think the kids are silly, they pick on me sometimes too. I promise you aren’t alone.” You slurred, stifling a hiccup as you pulled your empty cocktail glass closer. Smiling to yourself when you noticed it was empty. “I mean, I got so many chocolates from my students during White Day, I’m sure they were assuming I was fond of candy.” You pouted as Rosho started to frown. “If they waited until White Day then it wasn’t *hic* malicious.” The math teacher grumbled with a frown. “Why do you think I gave you chocolate too?” He asked with a frown appearing as he pointed the mouth of the brown beer bottle in your direction. 

“Roshoooo!~!” You called his name with a slur to your voice as laughter spilled past your lips. Not realizing you had used his first name so comfortably as the memory of him presenting you the White Day chocolate so long ago returned. He found it amusing and called back to you, your name dancing along his tongue like the most expensive bottle of sake the bar could offer. You liked how it sounded when he said your name. “Did you give me the chocolate as a friend?” You asked jokingly as his red cheeks became redder. “At first, yes.” He answered honestly with a hiccup following. “But I had gotten advice from a friend, he said I should go for it.” Rosho glanced down at the table and jabbed at the air in front of you with his bottle. “But you’re so damn intimidatin’! I would practice and look up things to say, but we always ended up sitting in silence! It pisses me off!” His volume raised for the first time that night. His expression became a grimace as he placed his bottle down on the table and you soaked in the truth of his words. 

Rosho had wanted to talk to you for a long time now. “You always look so pretty when you come to school and when you leave. An’ you always smell good… Everyone likes ya’ and I don’t like the idea of another co-worker askin’ you out. So that’s why I tried to work up the courage to talk to ya… I jus’ got too nervous.” He scoffed as you patiently listened. You could almost picture a stern-faced Rosho chasing away the other male teachers during lunch time before he would come in to eat with you in your familiar, comfortable silence. 

A warmth stirred pleasantly through your entire body. It could be the alcohol. It could be the overwhelming feeling of your crush becoming more. “Mr. Tsutsujimori… I have a secret to tell you.” You admitted sweetly as Rosho tilted his head curiously. “Well hurry an’ tell me!” He grumbled as you waved him closer with your hand. “You can’t tell anyone, okay?” You whispered as he leaned over the table to hear you better. “I *hic* won’t.” He muttered as you moved in close, holding back a series of giggles threatening to spill past your lips. “Even though you’re intimidated by me…” You trailed off and cupped your hands over his ear. Your warm breath tickling his ear, and unknowingly causing his heart to pound against his ribs.

“Even so… I do like you, Mr. Tsutsujimori.” You whispered softly with a sheepish smile. You pulled away and grabbed onto your cold empty cocktail glass for comfort. You reveal your secret to Rosho Tsutsujimori. The socially awkward math teacher you wanted to get closer and closer to. It turned out he had wanted to get closer to you as well. 

Rosho’s hand went to cover his face, and he peeked over at you through the cracks in his long fingers. “I see how it is…” He mumbled into his palm before shaking his head. “I… I feel the same… Even if we haven’t spoken much…” He slurred with a stern look making its way onto his face. “I wanna know everything about you.” Rosho growled as you felt a familiar stir within you. 

Something about the situation was starting to feel dangerous. 

“Ahhh… We should do this again sometime… But it is getting pretty late.” You cooed nervously while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. The math teacher quickly called for the waitress to return and bring the check. You leaned over the edge of the cushion and glanced back, hoping to spot the young lady as you grabbed your purse. You instead spotted a pair of men in a booth not too far from yours. One was wearing a large fur coat, his back facing you. And the other was hiding behind a drink menu. But you could see the top of his head layered in teal hair and he was wearing a very colorful suit. They looked familiar somehow. But the alcohol made it hard for you to pinpoint how exactly you knew them. They were old enough to be here, so they couldn’t be students. 

The check was taken care of (Rosho insisted through slurred words that he pay) and you clung to him as he led you out of the cozy little bar. It was late, but not so late that you would miss the last train. You felt warm all over, and you desperately wanted to be closer to Rosho. In more ways than one. He sat beside you, the train was desolate other than an elderly woman not too far from the both of you. It took off, and the two of you entered a silence that was much more intense than anything in the past.

You listened to the good ideas and the bad swirling through your alcohol filled brain. You did want to get out of the bar with Rosho. But you didn’t want to leave him tonight. Not yet. You gently pulled at the math teacher’s sleeve. You felt really warm. He looked down at you, his vermillion eyes soft as he leaned in closer for you to whisper. You were far too drunk to text him what you desired. You weren’t sure if you were confident enough to do such a thing. 

“Can I come home with you?” 

You were sure his heart skipped in his chest as he remained still, your hands still clutching his sleeve. “Are you sure?” He asked softly and you nodded swiftly. You didn’t want to go back to your apartment tonight. It could be the alcohol in your system that was making you brave. Or it could be the fact Rosho had openly admitted to wanting you as much as you wanted him. But you couldn’t end the night crashing into your bed alone and waking up to a hangover. 

Rosho was silent as he leaned away from you with a hand covering his reddened face. Before you both knew it, the robotic voice was calling your stop and its upcoming arrival. When the train slowed to a halt your shoulders sagged. Your stop was here. You moved to stand with a sadness settling in your heart. Before you could take Rosho’s silence as rejection, he reached over and pulled you by the arm. It was a silent instruction for you to sit back down. You were still, listening to the mechanical voice call your stop three more times before the doors slid shut. Rosho would indulge your less than innocent request.

You would be going home with him instead. 

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[everotica-library]

The Sweet Pleasures Of Sucking

This work contains explicit imagery! Please do not proceed and interact in any way if you are below the age of 18!

Characters: Ramuda Amemura, Ann Wolff (OC)

A Dirty Posse Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Pairing: Ramuann (Ramuda/Ann)

Type: amab x afab

Words: 1,243

He had always been curious, ever having seen it uncovered – Their breasts. These were impossible to ignore after all, given that they were on the larger end. Of course his partner was not just their breasts and he was not looking at them every single time! It would be rude if he did, even if they were in his face sometimes! And yet… When it became more intense, Ramuda had a hard time ignoring the sight. Even less when they were all bare and bouncing around.

During sex he enjoyed playing with them, grabbing them with his hands and fondling them, especially when he was pounding them from behind. He could touch them all he wanted, starting with a gentle grope before turning to the nipple pinching. And yet, it never was enough. But his hips had always been too busy pounding, making him lose focus. He wanted to do more than touch them. This was not enough, it had never been enough. He wanted to play more with them, and feel them in a different way. Touching was not enough.

And all it took was a position change. One simple position change where they bounce on top of his dick. It had been a rare instance and usually happened when Ramuda had been out of energy, or Ann had begged him to take a bit of charge. A change of the usual yet he didn't hate it. After all, witnessing their body bounce on top of his was a sight he could take in while leaning back or lying down. Seeing their gasping face, heavy breaths escaping their mouth over and over while their boobs jiggled in place. Their entire body was shaking with each movement yet the bouncing was most visible on their chest. They were just hopping around, alongside their body. And it was a sight he got lost in very quickly, very easily.

His own gaze would always move along. Up and down, up and down. It was so hard to resist. His lips were trembling. No, his entire body was. Could he? Could he really? The longer he was eyeing the breasts the harder it became to hold back. He just wanted to shoot his head forward and go at it. Could he? Could he really?

Ramuda's gaze suddenly shot up, looking at Ann. He wanted to ask them yet the words didn't leave his mouth. He couldn't, having a hard time breathing. No, he was too busy breathing, too busy focusing. He didn't want to lose focus, feel it all through his body. So he couldn't speak, he shouldn't. Or else he would lose this energy, potentially the feeling through his body. How her insides were clutching around his dick. And how it was throbbing from side to side, feeling each wall in turns.

At this point he was praying that they had noticed, that they understood his expression. ‘Can I feel your tits?’ – That's all he wanted right now and thus he kept looking at them, praying that they would take note of it. Though he was also getting impatient in the end.

To get his point across he managed to slowly move one of his hands upwards, right next to their chest, slowly poking the sides. He wanted it so bad… He had become desperate! Even around Ann! He was like a desperate, little boy right now! “A… Ann–Chan…” Finally, he managed to utter something, even if it was solely their name. He did so a few more times after every few pokes, just wanting the go ahead.

But he wouldn't get that. No, it was more than that. Because, as if having heard, they suddenly grabbed the back of his head and slammed it right in between their tits. It took Ramuda a second to notice, being squished in between them. He felt their softness, a moment of bliss. He got to feel them in another way and it was something… Something he could for sure get used to. Thus he couldn't help himself, letting out a weak chuckle.

But being squished was not enough. He managed to regain some bearings, all while having them bounce and coat his dick with their slippery juices. He pulled his head back a little once their grip lightened, eyeing their chest very closely before shooting his mouth a little forward.

At first he started softly. Small licks on their chest, circling around the nipple, as if he wanted to taste as much as he possibly could. One lick after the other, making them squeal a little more. Not to mention that their body was twitching a little more than usual. Oh how their face has to look like right now, he could only imagine the adorable state it would be in right now.

And yet, he didn't stop there. No, it only urged him to do more. To lick their nipple directly, moving it up and down with his tongue, tasting it. Oh how he loved to hear them squeal. Even as they were the one bouncing on top of him, he was still the one in control in the end. Ann just gives in way too easily, don't they? It was honestly amusing.

And thus, to make them scream even louder he went for it, his mouth pressed tightly against their boob, starting to suck on it fiercely. A sudden scream, their legs getting more shaky and their pussy was just clutching onto his dick now. How cute~

They had a harder time moving upon each suck, forcing him to move his hips. And as if having regained the energy upon starting to suck he did, pounding into them as if there was no tomorrow, as if he were to never get this chance again. That was nonsense of course, he could fuck them whenever he wanted technically. But for that moment it felt like that. Or maybe it was just the sudden rush overcoming him.

He pushed and sucked, all while they were screaming, nearly falling off. He grabbed them quickly, wrapping his hands around them to keep them in place, then starting to bite their nipple gently, his teeth right against it. He switched, sometimes biting and chewing, and then in the next moment sucking, not allowing them to get used to one or the other.

And he could feel it, how heated their body got. He could hear it, how they were about to lose to all of this pleasure. They were so easy to break sometimes, easier than all the others he had done this with before. But that's also why this was so much fun – Breaking Ann is so easy, they will give in to whatever Ramuda asks of them. And this was proof, they could not deny him and would not deny him. He could just let it out. No cutesy, subby act. He could just go full force like this and they would not stop him. Or maybe he just loved it a little too much.

Regardless, it all became too much for him as well eventually, wouldn't it? Oh he would let out his load as usual, making sure to drown their pussy in his own sticky fluids, his favorite finisher. But maybe it's best to hold it in, just so he can enjoy sucking on their boobs for a little while longer while drowning in their screams of pleasure. After all, round one couldn't end this soon.

[mera-k1]

i have a major thing for hands it's getting.. out of hand. i'm so sorry for that...

Hand Hcs

Kuko, Rosho, Iori, Shion x gn!reader

-smut, hand kink obv. fingering

-kuko's got really nice hands imo.. those rings and painted nails make me absolutely feral. those fingers could go wilddd.

-his fingers are a little thick and he's got real pretty hands.. they're not veiny and they're just a little bit boney but the way he uses them is sooo.. attractive.

-feeling the cool metal rings against your skin when he drags his hands down your body has gotta have you shivering in anticipation as those pretty hands go lower and lower..

-overall, very pretty hands and he sure knows how to use them too. won't leave you disappointed for a second with em.

-roshos got very lithe fingers and pretty hands to go along with it. they're very soft and he uses them very lightly on you, not wanting to be rough on your skin.

-he uses his hands to caress your face and body with all the love in the world, i swear this man only looks at your face and sees the most perfect person he's ever looked at.

-his hands aren't very boney or veiny, they have a very soft almost feminine look to them.

-iori's got all those big, shiny rings on his fingers but besides that, he's got very masculine and slightly boney hands. there are some veins that are visible as well.

-i wouldn't say iori's got massive hands but they sure are bigger than the average hand. and he knows how to use em too. he keeps on his rings if that turns you on as well..

-shion has very lithe and pretty fingers, they're long and he knows exactly how to use them to leave you feeling satisfied with his skill.

-his fingers reach in so far in you that it has you gasping. it's honestly surprising how far he can go and rest assured that he'll be sure to keep going till you're satisfied.

-his hands are a little bit on the boney side and there's not too many visible veins leaving him with some very pretty hands for you to admire as much as you'd like.

[angelltheninth]

Could you write fem Reader and Ichijiku Kadenokoji with the prompt “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”?

She does have the perfect thighs for that.

Pairing: Ichijiku Kadenokoji x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, power dynamic, thigh riding, nipple sucking, giving orders, kissing, ass slapping, dom/sub dynamic

A/N: She has pillows both up and down.

155. “It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

"Don't give me that kicked puppy look. It won't work on me, you know it won't." Ichijiku smacked your ass in discipline, smirking at your lips, pressed so tight and still little whines escaped from you. "It's my thigh or nothing, I'm not helping you get off." And no amount of begging would break you, that was clear to you.

"But... can't you feel how horny I am?" Your hips rolled forward and backward slowly, your pussy dragging across her thick thigh, making it wetter.

You could feel the muscle flexing, only making the ache between your legs worse because there was nothing for your pussy to tighten against. The only stiff body parts were Ichijiku's nipples which you latched onto to keep your moans and whines back.

"Such a brat. You don't get what you want so you throw a fit. I know you can come from my thigh alone. Or is it not good enough for you?" Her nails dig into your ass, jolting your hips forward again. You moaned around her nipple, "If this won't do then you're not getting anything until you get home." You whined again, holding back tears of frustration.

She wasn't gonna help you, she was here to tell you what you do, not aid you in doing it. To disobey her would mean giving yourself punishment. All you could do was listen. You braced yourself against her, licking over the tattoo on her breast, tracing it with your tongue as your hips finally started moving seriously.

"Good girl. It's good that you understand." You did understand. You knew where you stood, where your place was. Fortunately Ichijiku didn't mind that it was on her thigh, using it for your pleasure on her orders.

[matenrou-fan]

May I request fem!reader teasing Doppo until he goes into his 'berserk' mode? 😳

Fem!reader teasing Doppo until he goes into his 'berserk' mode

Ahhh Doppo and his wild side.. Love to see him as a bottom but sometimes.. 🤭🤭

femreader, teasing, begging, masturbation (giving), humping;; 1226 words;;

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

"Sh.. Doppo, don't be so shy now, alright?"

Ah.. It's even hard to say what titillates his body even more - such light playful touches on his waist as you slowly take off his jacket, or this tease that you whisper right in his brain, making his already melted brain turn into a complete mush.

All your poor boyfriend wants from such a long work shift it's to feel warmth of your hands, your touches, your attention. And you're willing to give him these, just not in the needed proportions - with such games you just increase his appetite, not calming it down.

"Mm, you work so hard today, it's time to have a reward, don't you think?" - the way you pin him to the wall right in the corridor, rushing things yet still being so slow with your touches makes him whine.

"S/o.. Please.." - his jacket already on the floor, and oh how much he wants to pull his pants too, but instead all that he receive it's your arms playing with his tie, boiling his imagination.

"No no no, dear.. Be a good and patient boy, okay?" - your sweet coo makes him whine, already in such a needy, weak tone..

Patient.. Your hand slipped under his shirt, tickling his tummy, and Doppo can't help but jut his hips upwards, wishing to feel this contrast of softness of your hand and hardness of his dick. Just how can he be patient if you know how to heat his whole body up with just a few touches..?!

It's unbearable, and his own hands moved to your shoulders, grasping you with another whine, with another beg. But you really love to see him like this, do you? As your movements still so slow and steady, and your whisper still so devilish, incandescent his nerves. The more he whimpers, the more playful you get, teasing your boyfriend with small brushes of your knuckles to his belt buckle.

"Already so needy, my darling? You always so sensitive around me.." - you can't help but giggle, enjoying every whisper and gasp from Doppo. You're not a sadist, but sometimes it's so hard to control yourself when his reaction is so amusingly sincere, he's too weak to even try to hide how easily aroused he gets. - "Okay, okay, don't get too whiny.."

Finally, you unzip his pants, letting his now exposed dick twitch a little in the cold air of the corridor, before gently wrapping your fingers around flushed head. Another trembling gasp breaks from his lips as Doppo tosses his head back with shued eyes. There's no need in actually jerking him off to pull more sinful sounds from him, even such small lazily movements with which you continued to tease him were enough, and the corridor quickly filled with more whimper and moans.

Still.. His cock spasming, asking, begging for more, but.. All he receives is your nimble fingers up against the tensed length, then upwards, enjoying every centimeter in torturing speed, making his hips shake. And every time Doppo starts rubbing himself more against your palm, whining for more friction, you just keep moving your hand away with a sweet scold in his ear.

You just love when your boyfriend loses his mind, when his weak, thin body overstimulates to the point where he can't even stay straight or think about anything but pleasure. And when your free hand reached to unbutton his shirt, just to play with his sensitive small nipples, that's it.. Your smuggy visage started to warp, blackness crowding in on his vision as the only thought that pulse in his mind was 'I want more'.

"S/o.. Ah.. faster, please, faster.." - he sobs, holding your shoulders in such a pathetic, desperate manner. - "I.. I wanna cum.. I wanna cum s-so bad.."

"Mm? Who said I will let you? We just started, my boy.." - your words always make him grow hot, but this time Doppo froze, still panting and sobbing but with widened eyes.

"B..but.. But.. s/o.." - his arms lowered to your waist, so helpless..

"Shh.." - you let go of his dick, instead placing both hands on his chest that heaves with deep, unsteady breaths. - "Don't rush things, okay?"

Then you latched around his neck.. Very timely, when the grasp on your waist suddenly gets so firm as Doppo quickly takes his weight off the wall and pins you instead, almost pounding you to the hard surface.

"Don't rush things..?!" - his whole body pressed to yours, and you mewl, feeling the pressure of his dick against your stomach. - "You cling to me like that before I even take my shoes off, and you ask me to not rush things?!"

The way his whiny quiet voice gets so low and husky makes your insides clenched and tingle. Oh, you absolutely forgot about how wild your boyfriend can be.. Or maybe there was your plan from the very beginning? Anyways, now you were sandwiched between his hot body and wall, at his whole disposal.

"Oh, be a good boy, be a patient boy.." - he repeats your words in some parody tone, grasping your hips and spreading your legs so aggressively. - "It's YOUR turn to be good and obedient, and let ME use you as I want, understand?!"

His hips slaps to yours as he lets his dick slip under your skirt and press to warmth of your folds. Doppo leans to your neck, and your hair stands on end from such a satisfied guttural growl so close to your skin.. he suddenly starts moving, thrusting his twitching cock against the thin fabric of your panties.

"Fuck.. I can feel how wet you're.." - just how you tickle him with your sweet mumbles, he pays you a favor with some mockery, chuckling. - "Acting like you're in charge but get so drenched when I use you like that.. You were waiting for it, weren't you?"

All the response that you were capable of right now was a small moan, but it's exactly what Doppo wants to hear - how powerless you're now, just squirming around to feel harsh strokes of his dick on your folds more. He holds you tight, pounding in the wall with all his strength, not even controlling neither his hips nor his voice.

"How pathetic, can't even talk back? But we just started, aren't it your words..!?" - his thrusts get more sloppy but no less fast as he presses his glans to your entrance through fabric.

Your thighs squeezed around his waist, and you whine again, feeling how needy your pussy clench now, begging to feel this strong pressure more closely. Ahh, just how good it would feel, to be manhandled by your absolutely feral boyfriend. These thoughts just make you bite your lips as you start gyrating your hips around his cock.

"Fuck.. Like this, that's the right.. ah.." - in one moment his voice broke, and you felt slick thick warmness on your pussy and inner thighs. For a few moments Doppo keeps moving his hips, spreading his cum on your folds, before slowly pulling away. His trembling but strong hand grasps your chin, making you look up at his darkened eyes that gloves with some wild hungry lust.

"We just started..I will make you pay for all these stupid games for a whole night.. and don't you think it would be an easy lesson."

[taking-a-cupcake]

guys plspls request me to write something, im genuinely gonna start tweaking

[nimue-at-night]

Teasing Touches

A Dirty Posse Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Yumeno Gentaro, Ann Wolff (OC) (afab)

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann)

This work contains explicit imagery! Please do not proceed and interact in any way if you are below the age of 18!

The squelching sounds were echoing in Gentaro’s ears. Those alone could get several reactions out of him, just hearing how wet their pussy is. And yet, there was more which sent him over the edge. 

Their back pressed against his chest, their rear being placed on his lap and their legs spread open. Their hoodie and shirt being both lifted up and their bra removed, allowing one of his hands to have access to their bare chest and squish it in between his fingers, groping one of their boobs as a result. He could feel them squirm on his lap, their legs slightly twitching yet remaining spread out all the same. Not like they could push them together to begin with as he had his hands right in their pants, beneath their panties and a pair of fingers had been slamming in and out, over and over. 

They were growing tighter below as their nipples were hardening at the same time, or at least the one he had been playing with by twisting it around ever so slightly, switching between a soft and tight grip so that they would not get too used to it. As for their insides, they would be ravished right by the pair of fingers he was shoving in and out, over and over. Their fleshy walls were becoming tighter and tighter, clinging onto his fingers which made him push in and out of them with full force, only coating his fingers more with their sticky juices. 

The legs were trembling, their chest panting and they started to lean a little more backwards against him, them touching him even more. It took a slight glance down when he had spotted their face. They were unable to speak, think even, and they just let him toy around with them as he pleased. They were so vulnerable, not picking a fight. Then again, it was what they had wanted. Who was the one who had suddenly hopped onto his lap as he had been working, wrapping their arms around him and begging him to have a ‘little’ break with them? They had even used their hips to grind against his lap, either moving back and forth or side to side. It was as if they wanted to provoke him into it and honestly, they had done just that. Teasing him at the worst possible time… it was only fair if he was teasing right back, wasn’t it? Of course it was. This was just payback they had asked for.

And it seemed very successful. All the squirming and squealing, moaning and panting – All while moving over and over, being overly excited. It was lovely in its own right. He couldn’t help himself, thus getting a little closer to lean himself against them a little.

“Oya, art thou about to do what I think thou will?” He teased, whispering right to them as he felt them flinch on the spot. They were holding back with every chance they could get. And yet, how long could they last until they could not hold it anymore? He was about to find out. And it was not as if he were to give them a chance to resist to begin with. 

His fingers moved faster, slamming with full force which made their body jerk along ever so slightly, their hips moving a little in sync with each of his thrusts. One could see it in their face, how much they were losing it, how many blanks they perhaps drew. They were no longer in a state to think, only in bliss. He could tell as their mouth opened ever so slightly, only to scream out his name. And it was adorable.

“Ann–San, do thou wish to release?” He asked them, his tone ever so soft to drive them over the edge as well. And it seemed successful as they knew no better but to nod, even if ever so slightly. And yet he let them wait just a little longer, slowing down his movements from time to time, only to hear them beg for more.

“Ah~ P… Please…Gentaro~ Please… Please!” They gasped, their begging being ever so sweet. How could he resist? He had to give in and eventually would, deciding rather randomly however to increase the speed of his fingers to the maximum.

Their hands were clutching onto him however they could, their legs trembling and moving non stop, their breath rather heavy and their insides were dripping wetter and wetter. The pressure increased more and more, bit by bit, them seeming ever so close. Their walls were clutching more and more onto his fingers and he couldn’t help but even mention it. “So tight…”

Yeah, he was more and more tempted by the second, the moment they would finally release, let their body loose and relax while letting their juices all out, cumming right against his pair of fingers. Once that moment has passed he will not be able to help himself. He didn’t just want to fingerfuck them but he also wanted to fuck them himself, slam his dick inside and thrust into them over and over, messing them up even further. After all, his own needs had finally built themselves up and he could hardly resist. Besides, given that his bulge was poking right against one of their ass cheeks, they had surely noticed.

“Brace thyself, I will not hold back… Alright~?”