#i was so close to cock block yall

[shrimpster-hipster]

Part 2 ayy

Went kinda further with that one. Can't say no to old man yaoi

(If the body looks different on the first one it's because I did not draw the pose, my sister did)

Anyways, hope you enjoy

Part 1

[hwadess]

the way you bend, the way you break (c.bg)

so i did a poll for this a couple of days ago, and it had about 90% of you guys say that you guys wanted me to post this sub!beomgyu fic!!! sooooo… here it is. i am so embarrassed to post this but ill be fine omg, here’s yall food!

MDNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

smut warnings: sub!beomgyu x dom!femreader, pet name usage (good boy, puppy), reader gets called mommy, masturbation (m), handjob, piv, sex flashbacks, borderline mindbreak on beomgyu’s end i can’t lie, dacryphilia/crying during sex, beomie so needy fr, nothing more i think.

word count: 1,197 i think. pretty sure

song i wrote this to:

smut is under the cut!

beomgyu just couldn’t seem to help himself. his brain was working overtime. god… the thought of you—naked, sitting above him looking down at his shivering frame—floods his mind. the blankets discarded to the sides of his bed does nothing to help his body stop feeling as if it’s on fire, his skin hot to the touch all over. his breathing becomes much heavier, nearly beginning to pant as he feels cock twitching in his pajama pants, slowly getting more hard and heavy the more he thinks about you.

you, oh my god.

an absolutely sinful memory plays back in his hazy mind of the last time you had your pretty hand wrapped gently around his swollen cock, letting him fuck up into your fist in such a desperate way that it was almost pathetic. “my my…. so needy my puppy….” he can hear you say so clearly, although it’s just his thoughts tormenting him.

he sighs heavily and whines. fuck, he’s so hard. it hurts. poor baby is so deep in thought that he can nearly feel it, closing his eyes, reliving it.

his vision was so fuzzy but he still managed to make out you looking so sinfully up at him, eyes half-lidded from the sight that is unfolding in front of you, tears pooling at the bottom of his glassy, empty, blown-out eyes. he was meer seconds from the tears building up so much that they down his pink blushed cheeks. you hum in approval when he realizes you noticed he was tearing up, earning a twitch from his poor cock.

“cry, puppy…”

sniffles and pants seep into the atmosphere of the empty hotel room, he can’t take this. his cock was throbbing. his shaky hands that were gripping at the hoodie he was wearing now started to make their way down to free his cock from the confines of his pants. he hisses at the contact, “p-please do something…”

he wraps his long fingers around his length, slightly squeezing it, imagining your fingers were the ones around his cock instead. he subconsciously squeezes a bit tighter, but he doesn’t think about how it’s because it feels a little bit more like how you grab his cock. god he remembers it too well. beomgyu begins moving his fist up and down his length at a slow and steady pace, cock jumping at his own ministrations. trapping his swollen bottom lip between his teeth, making it match the blush spreading across his cheeks.

he’s so overwhelmed, his mind wandering helplessly.

he’s now dizzy, flashing back to when you had him against the sofa. so gone, aching cock pressed up against your clothed cunt, your hips desperately grinding down to spread your wetness over his cock that was begging to be buried in you. “please l-let me put my cock in you p-please…“ beomgyu barely gets out. you laugh, he’s cute. his cock throbbing under your clit just felt too good. “so so so fucking good- aaaah-aah… like that…”

beomgyu begins to pump his leaking cock faster, his eyes rolling back. his hand subconsciously going up and down the whole length as the beads of his precum dribble down into the small space between his hand and his pulsating cock to make the glide a lot easier. “f-fuck…”

he can feel his balls tightening as he remembers more from that same memory, and what it was like when you finally let him shove his cock into your warm, wet cunt after teasing him for so long. losing yourself in the way he gasped out your name weakly, but oh so prettily for you. your soaked velvety walls dragging against your baby’s cock so nicely. beomgyu let’s out a pained whimper at that thought, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open at the memory, spit glistening his bitten lips.

beomgyu can so clearly recall how you immediately started moaning when he was able to let you use his cock, hips noisily slamming down onto his. your hands grabbing at his arms as you try and grip onto his triceps, nails digging into his flesh, leaving deep imprints, making him hiss. using his hand he moves it up your chest to mindlessly grab onto your breasts.

you were getting increasingly wetter each time you lowered all the way onto him as your juices pooled down his cock, dripping onto the sofa at this point. you were “s-so f-fucking wet…” and you could hear it. loud. and the sound only turned him into a braindead puppy, spurring him on to letting you use him as hard as you needed to cum. “feels so g-good..” you growl out, you’re staring down at him in awe like he’s the prettiest boy in this world and he’s going to fucking lose it.

“f-fuck mommy… th-that spot feels so good.” beomgyu moans out just like he did with you. his fist matching that same hard and fast pace you were taking him at in that memory. but, fuck, it will never be as good as your tight cunt creaming all over your puppy’s cock when he hits that exact same gummy spot he’s imagining slamming his cock into right now.

fuuuuck…. he can feel his orgasm coming. fast. hard. s-so hard. his brain is becoming mush. he starts to become a lot more desperate, whimpering so loud that anyone can hear, and throwing his head back as he lets his hips fuck into his fist, now decorated with his precum. he wishes it was your soaked pussy dripping down him instead.

he feels the euphoria of his orgasm get closer, hes pathetically gasping for breath, his large palms gripping the sheets that are now mangled around him, trying to ground himself as much as possible. “aaah fuck… ’m so… close m-mommy….” his head pressing backwards into the pillows, his hair messily spread over his eyes, as your hips fuck back down onto his cock to use his swollen, leaking, dark red cock— but it’s his fist, he remembers.

beomgyu’s eyes screw shut and his eyebrows knit together as he remembers the feeling of his mommy cumming on his cock, clenching so tightly. the way your legs close and quiver around his also trembling body. the way you become even tighter, cunt suffocating his overstimulated cock, milking out all of your pretty puppy’s cum into your cunt.

“g-god.” he shakily exhales again as he cums, hard. tears finally breaking free down his flushed cheeks and his cum shooting out wildly as he points his cock upwards to let it land on his hoodie, one of his favorite oversized ones that you let him borrow when he goes away, the last of the cum that he works out of his sensitive cock puddles around his shaft and down his hand.

“so messy puppy….“ you hum, collecting the cum leaking out of you on your index and middle fingers and bring it to beomgyu’s mouth to clean it off. “good boy….”

beomgyu shudders. he has to sit there for a second trying to control his uneven breathing.

fuck, he can’t wait to see you soon.

[star-rin]

⸻ TOXIC BY LIL DURK & SUMMER WALKER FT. ❝ EREN YEAGER ❞

★ - I LOVVVEEE TOXIC EREN. imma be using the lyrics from the song cause honestly it really helps me write. making deluded scenarios based on the lyrics.

★ - college! eren, eren is actually younger than reader by like 2 years or wtv (don't care if you a stallion bbygirl he's taller than you), bathroom sex, jealous eren, pussy eating, and I'm lazy to put anything else so porn plots basically.

❝ you know i'm lovin that dick; make me doze off right after. ❞

noticing your emerald eyes burning holes in your face from across the room, eren pissed from how you're dressed tonight. more pissed at the other guys around him looking at the way you're dressed. putting the red solo cup down on the counter walking towards where you dancing with your friends, basically bumping your shoulder with his to get your attention. all you needed from his eyes looking down at you for you to follow him.

eren was nowhere near insecure nor cared about how you dressed in previous settings. Still, something about the guys talking about how you'd be a good fuck just set something off. that's how you ended up in the bathroom with him, ass bent over, your face on the counter and eren holding your arms behind you hunching you.

" mmmfuck ren-- " you can feel your makeup sweating off and smudging on the counter as he fucks into you. his eyes clocked on you the way his cock is disappearing into you how and how the fabric of your outfit looks so good rippling off your ass.

he bent down enough just for his voice to reach your ear "fuck you feel so good mama, gon d'head and cum for me ya? "

the night ended off with you leaving the party with eren hoodie covering the big ass rip in your outfit and awesome sex that left completely exhausted.

❝ toxic, but you i ain't goin nowhere ❞

he hates when you ignore him, even if he's being dry he loves going to your IG story posting quotes that are directed towards him, puts a smile on his face. but when you ignore him like he doesn't exist makes him angry and maybe he would say sad.

its been three days and every time he comes close to you on campus you pack your stuff and walk away. to why you're ignoring him, it's because after a party last week, you saw his homeboys posting him and this girl clinging to him and him not doing anything. you refuse to be his side chick to a ugly hoe who couldn't stop touching him.

thats why he's knocking on your apartment door at 3:10 am with saddened eyes that low and red, mostly from smoking a spliff earlier. " you can't ignore me forever ma"

huh, that's weird, now you're on the couch with eren in between your legs lappin at your cunt and squeezing your delicious thighs in his tattooed hands. fuck, three days away from you made him go insane and miss how you taste, how you moan, and how you pull at his hair from how good his eating you right now.

❝ hesitant to post or flaunt this ❞

even though you two have been having sex and exploring what your relationship might be. eren has been trying to keep it under wraps when around his homeboys. not because he's embarrassed by you, but to keep up his act of being the nonchalant nigga he is.

but even that is not holding well espically when they see how he looks at you every time you and your friends have a smoke sess far from the campus. how every time you two leave to "get drinks" what should be a five-minute walk back and forth somehow turns into a 45-minute wait.

your face flushed and wig more poofy than it was before you left and was that a bruise or hickey on the side of your neck ???

" what the fuck took yall so long " jean looks over at eren eyebrow lifted and a smirk on his face. " it's a bunch of bushes and shit, had trouble coming back ya know " lying son of bitch, they all took a cleared pathway to the area.

❝ i put my hands in her pants, not for the smell, to see is it wet ❞

you're pinned on your apartment door outside, eren's body blocking the night sky view that could be in front of you. his hands down your pants and his breath on your neck.

he loves having you like this. feeling how wet you are and what cute sounds you're making. fuck and you smell so good right now. he loves how he can feel his finger slip past that first ring of your hole and how you squeeze his bicep.

he likes to see you so pathetic and submissive. the way you depend on him for your pleasure. he can't get enough of it. maybe that's why he won't leave. he loves being with you.

❝ after sex, she wearin' my boxers ❞

@y/nis_delulsional posted: lmao hey guys ;))

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[devilmademewriteit]

Drabble request for dbf!joel getting blown under the table or something while he's having a convo with reader's dad?!?! IDK I just love your dbf!joel!!

You Can Be the Boss

pairing: dbf!joel miller x fem!afab!reader

warnings: rough oral (m receiving); petnames (angel, baby, sweetheart); age gap; choking; hair pulling; (yall this is pure pure daddy issues FILTH, I warned you. I warned you hard).

Hi y’all ty for sending me all ur requests. ummm you guys are insane ! and so am I ! maybe more because I’m actually the one writing these ! this one is so dirty ! don’t say I didn’t warn you !

more to come hehehe. I don’t tag ppl for my smaller drabbles / fics so turn on notifs or whatevs ;)

-em<3

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“As close as I’ll get to the darkness, he tells me to, ‘Shut up, I got this.’”

- You Can Be the Boss

—

It was still a secret, after all.

Sneaking into his apartment, late nights in alleys, abandoned cars lining the streets of the QZ… you’d managed to keep your joint intoxication with one another under wraps.

Today… today was risky. You usually waited until the wee hours of the morning to even walk by his place, let alone enter, but you’d needed to drop off a sweater that Tess had leant you the previous week, intending to leave it folded up on the doormat before bolting down the hall. Your footsteps were nervous and heavy, which led to the door swinging wide open on its hinges, a gruff “where you runnin’ off to, Angel?” and a set of rough hands pulling you through the doorway.

Then you were spread open against the tattered table cloth of his (busy) kitchen table, underwear shoved to the side, watching a hunched over Joel Fucking Miller spit on his hand and run it up down his heavy, hard length.

“Shouldn’t come here during the day,” as he’d lined himself up, “Can’t fuckin’ help myself.”

That’s when you heard the definite sound of a key twisting inside a lock. Joel’s head shot up — your eyes barely had time to widen before he was shoving you under the table, panties still twisted around your ankles.

A quick zip, then footsteps.

“Oh, sorry man—”

Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“—Tess said you wouldn’t be home.”

It’s your father.

You thank God for your his poor observation skills (and the tablecloth) as Joel responds, “ah, no worries,” frustratingly non-chalant as ever.

“While you’re here though,” and your heart sinks, identifying your dad’s intention to stay, “Was wondering if we could go over the plans for our new routes. FEDRA assholes blocked off another south-east one today.”

Your blood turns to ice inside your veins as both men pull out their chairs, settling into a purely-business conversation. Joel barely hesitates, cool as ice.

Not fair that he gets to be so calm while you’re so… not.

Not fair.

If only there was a way to even out the playing field.

Crunched into yourself, you scoot closer to Joel’s calves, clinging onto his denim and doing your best to make as little noise as possible. When it’s clear, however, that your father’s far too invested in the practicalities of the conversation to suspect or inquire into or even notice anything else, your eyes wander towards the slowly softening bulge, still visible underneath Joel’s belt.

And you get an idea.

The man always tortured you, and you were well aware that what made your arrangement especially enticing — for the both of you — was the taboo-ness, the wrongness of it all.

So your pussy drips just thinking about it.

Slowly, delicately, you slide your hands up Joel’s thighs, feeling his every muscle respond, tensing, turning to stone, or jolting with electricity beneath your playful touches.

It’s hard, quietly pulling down his fly. Still, metal tooth by metal tooth, you eventually succeed, unable to hold back a smile of vindication when his cock springs up, swelling and hardening between your fingertips. Joel covers his choke with a cough.

Just as you duck down to lick a fat stripe up his cock’s dark underside, noticing how the lungs above you constrict — freezing — the conversation changes.

“You been seeing a lot of my daughter?”

Joel takes an uncharacteristically long time to grunt out a “here n’ there.”

You hold in a laugh, both at your dad’s timely question and the reaction it causes. Placing a hand at the base of him, you consider this the perfect moment to start teasing his tip with patient, innocent little kitten-licks.

“Been acting weird,” your old man continues, unphased and unassuming, “Worried she’s been gettin’ herself into trouble.”

Trouble? You’re looking at him.

Your dad’s whole “fatherly concern” (not like he’d ever shown any before) angle makes you bold. You want to make it harder for Joel to deny your father’s suspicion.

You want to make him lie through his teeth.

You part your lips, wrapping them adoringly around the entire head of his cock before gliding down, using your hand to assist you as you please every inch of him.

While he mostly manages to keep it together, his legs don’t, gently parting with desire to allow you better access.

“She-she’s a good girl, man,” Joel manages, and while his delivery borders a groan, he stays surprisingly level (your body doesn’t forget to note his praise, either, aching cunt growing wetter and wetter at his every word). “‘Bit juvenile sometimes, and reckless—” he pauses, and it’s very clear he’s not speaking to your father, “—but good—” you work every inch of him with your hands, throat, and mouth, savouring the feel of his ridges and veins, the taste of his salt on your tastebuds, “—so good.”

You freeze, scanning the room for tension as both you and Joel try to figure out if his desire-stricken tone’s given you away.

It hasn’t.

Of course it hasn’t.

Your dad continues on as if everything were normal, as if Joel’s tip wasn’t kissing the back of your throat. “Just not sure if I’m raising her right—or… or if I was much of a father at all.”

Yeah, probably not. You know, given that I’m under the table sucking your best friend’s dick.

You watch, head still slowly bobbing up and down his length, a hand carving a careful path down his leg. Joel’s fingertips breach your shoulder, his palm slowly graduates to cupping the back of your head.

And he shoves you forward, forcing every punishing inch of himself down your little, gasping throat.

“Just needs a little discipline,” your torturer responds, raising his gravelly voice to mask the definite sound of choking.

“A heavy hand.”

You huff against his abdomen. Just like that, Joel’s taken the reins of your little operation.

Like he always did. Like he always does.

“You’re probably right,” your father responds, sighing with concession. Tears begin to well in the corners of your eyes while your lungs burn for oxygen, mouth stuffed and nose pressed into Joel’s skin. He chuckles, slapping the table. “Give ‘em an inch and they take a mile, huh?”

“That’s right,” Joel responds, a soft coo, tightening his grasp in your hair and somehow forcing more of himself between your lips.

Making his point.

You hold back a whimper, nails hopelessly clawing at his jeans.

Your dad raps his knuckles against the wood, pushing his chair back to leave. Unfortunately for you, Joel doesn’t move, holding you there like a prisoner — suffocating you.

He clears his throat. “I’d walk you out, but, you know—” your eyelids grow heavy, little stars beginning to dance in your vision “—been goin’ hard recently. Wearin’ myself out.”

A huff of understanding and concurrence from the other side of the room.

Eventually, after what seems like an eternity, hinges squeak, goodbyes are uttered, and your father’s left you alone with his buddy again.

Joel’s chair scrapes back — he pulls you along with him, attached to him, out from underneath the table.

Finally, finally, he releases his grasp.

You jump off of him, strings of saliva trailing from your lips, gasping for air as if you were seconds from drowning.

You aim to collapse against his knees, but he quickly grabs you by the throat, presses his big thumb under your chin, and forces your wet, tear-lined eyes up to meet his.

They’re filled with a lust so dark, you wonder if just that look might swallow you whole.

“Prouda yourself?” He speaks, voice low.

Dangerous.

And you just smile, dazed, nodding. Nodding because you know where it’ll get you. Nodding because you just know how much it’ll entice him.

“‘Course you are,” he continues, softer, “Shoulda been honest — shoulda told your old man he raised a fuckin’ slut.”

Joel lifts you up, indelicately shoving you down on the table, right back in the position you’d originally started the visit in.

His eyes darken to black when he sees how wet you are, how fucked-out, needy, and unapologetic you are.

“And you know what, baby?” A deceiving coo as he lines himself up at your entrance, using his other hand to squeeze your jaw — tight.

You look at him with big, begging doe eyes, eyebrows already knitting together from the tantalizing contact.

“I’m really fuckin’ glad he did.”

And as Joel Miller roughly sheathes his cock inside your young, tight cunt, you find yourself agreeing with him.

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[melanated-writersblock]

(O.M.G.P) One Month Grace Period

Toji x Chubby/Plus-Size!Black!Female!Reader

~No Nut November is over, and Toji couldn’t think of anything more exciting than turning you into his free use slut to bring in the new month😘

A/N & Warnings: I’M SORRY YALL I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE STORY IT IS LONG AS FUCK!!! But it’s not just porn with no plot!!! (For those of you that aren’t just in it to get mentally dicked down, I wrote a prologue! The link is below and can be read before you start this fic!)

LIKES ARE COOL, BUT COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE BETTER! PLEASE LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! ALSO DON’T COPY MY SHIT. I WILL KNOW.

Content: Multi-sex scenes, praise/degradation, free-use so dub-con, Oral (f receiving), a small bit of spit kink in there, fingering, shower sex, couch sex, kitchen sex, bedroom sex, unprotected sex, What did NLE Choppa say? MEAT TO MEAT! WALL TO WALL! COOCHIE TO MY BALLS!🗣️ (18+ MDNI)

SONG RECOMMENDATIONS: Freaky Bih from Da A - Louisvt, Fuck The World - Brent Faiyaz, What You Need - Don Toliver, 2AM - SZA, Ambré’s Interlude - Destin Conrade, Animosity/ Dear Xodi - Johnny Rain

Prologue - November 30th

December 1st

12:45 AM.

Your thighs quivered as Toji pounded into you relentlessly, the lewd sound of skin slapping as his precum mixed with your wetness filled the room. It felt too good, you didn’t know whether to scream or just shut up and take it. Between Toji having one arm over you bracing the headboard and the other pushing your thighs back, knees near your chest, you felt yourself getting a little too close. “Oooh- Toji, I’m gonna….oh fuuuhhhkkk~” Toji chuckled at your mewling, “Look at you, only 45 minutes in and you’re ready to cum on my cock like a greedy little slut.” His pace slowed, almost painfully. “I didn’t give you permission to do that just yet, Princess.”Watching his girth slide in and out of you, Toji brings two fingers to the base of his dick where your cream spills out with each thrust and sucks his fingers clean. You can’t help but moan at the sight of something so sinful yet passionate, you clench around him as his slow pace persists. Too far gone and busy chasing ecstasy, you didn’t notice Toji move his arm from gripping the headboard to cradle the back of your head as he leaned his weight into you, with his mouth next to your ear. “Yeahhh you’re clenching around me so tight, you’re such a fucking slut. Taking this dick like the good little bitch you are, you’re so fucking wet for me.” “Unnnhhh~” “Ooohhh, yeah. Yeah?” “Yes-yes-yes~fuccck!” “Come on Baby, I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me~” “Toji don’t make me……fuck…….please…..Toji pleaseee~” His pace picks up, “How hard was that, Hmm? You’re too shy to ask me to cum but you’re making a mess on my cock with no problem.” As his thrusts get harder he cradles your head, blocking it from hitting the headboard, his fingers weaving through your box braids, your floral bonnet long gone, thrown somewhere on the nightstand. You hold onto his sturdy arms for some sort of anchor, as you feel your soul quite literally about to leave your body. You let the sudden wave of pleasure take over your body as you shudder, mouth open, screaming vulnerably, eyes closed, with tears brimming. “Yesss, cum for me, give it to me, give it to me. Ohhhh, Good Girl!”

9:19 AM.

“Ah fuckkkk, that’s it~” Toji hoisted you against the tiled shower wall with your full legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you, the supple flesh of your ass moving with ease as he guides you onto him, the steam of the hot shower shrouding the entire bathroom in a thick fog. Your morning routine took a turn when your shower time got sabotaged by Toji and his morning wood. So here you were, getting lifted up and impaled on his dick like you weighed absolutely nothing. Still dazed from the midnight session, the pleasure was intense, and you were honestly, still kinda sensitive. You leaned your back against the warm tiles and pushed your hands on his sculpted chest to brace yourself and lessen the force of the thrusts, but each time you’d lean against the wall he would lean back so your full weight was on him and your breasts were flush against his chest. Despite your voluptuous stature, he was able to manhandle you and throw you around like a simple bag of sugar. One of his many redeeming qualities, and admirable…..but not in this situation. “Come on Baby, you were being so good for me earlier. You sensitive?” You couldn’t speak, and he knew it. Toji got off at the thought of you still being fucked out and a moaning mess. It haunted his dreams all November. Imagining how many ways he could make you cum on him, scream and writhe in pleasure, all while he’s still chasing his first high.

12:04 PM.

You knew the kitchen incident would have to be addressed at some point, but this isn’t how you expected it to go. “Move your fucking hand.” “Toji pleaseeee, you’re gonna make me cum again~” “That’s the whole point, now move your hand and keep your legs open.” You were in the process of making lunch because you and Toji agreed that you both were hungry, but apparently you weren’t on the same page. Toji made quick work of lifting you onto the kitchen counter and throwing your thighs over his shoulders before going to town. Looking down at him from your seated position, his tousled black hair visible as he laps up your juices. “You taste so fucking good Princess~” Toji was wearing you down, every single word out of his mouth brought you that much closer to your next orgasm, “~Thank you”. He stops for a moment to give you a kiss and you moan, tasting yourself on him. “You’re being so obedient” Toji spits, and the long string of saliva slowly trickles down from your clit to your pussy. You look at him full of awe and arousal at how irrationally hot that little trick was. Laughing at your reaction, he spits on his middle and ring finger before plunging them into your dripping pussy. Starting off slowly in a “come hither” motion, he watches as your eyes roll back at the sensation, using his second hand to toy with your clit. “Aww, my obedient little fuckdoll, looks so cute when she’s gonna cum.” FUCK, you couldn’t take it anymore, he’s too good at this. He didn’t even cum yet!

4:32 PM.

“Shiiiiiit!” You cry into the plush sofa armrest as you make poor attempts to squirm away from Toji’s firm grip on your wide hips as he pulls you back onto him. Your ass ripples as he speeds up his pace at an almost inhuman speed, your whimpering and cries growing louder. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Toji’s brutal pace finally started to falter, something that rarely happens…meaning he’s definitely close. He pulls out, and some of his precum mixed with yours spills out of you. “Not yet Princess, get up for me.” Seeing your dumbstruck state, Toji peels your dazed frame off of the armrest. He sits at the edge of the sofa, legs parted and sits you on top of him with your back to his chest and your legs spread on either side of his. “Theeere we go~”, Toji slides his throbbing dick along your pussy as you shudder, leaning your body back against his in a moment of recovery, resting your head back on his shoulder. He kisses your neck before moving to your ear to whisper, “Here’s what’s gonna happen…I’m gonna finish fucking your brains out, and you’re gonna cum again while I fill you up. Okay?” All you could do was sigh. “Nod, if you understand Princess…” you shake your head subtly still catching yourself. Toji noticed this, and gave you time before snaking his arm around your tummy. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” He slides into you, and you cry out, “Shhh, shh, shh, breathe. You’re okay.” His pace starts to pick up, “Ahhhhhhhhh~” “I knowww, Baby, I knowww, Fuck!” Toji’s words started to slur as he continued to fuck you, a creamy mess pooling at his lap as you both began seeing stars, “Fuuhhkkk you look so pretty like this, shit. You want me to cum inside of you, hm? You want me to fill you up? Turn you into my…..fuck…..my little cumdrunk slut?” “Unnnggggg fuck, Toji, Yeeeeesssss~” You couldn’t help yourself as the tears began to fall, you were in too deep (and so was he), and too far gone to know what the fuck was going on anymore. Your climax washed over you like a tsunami….so strong until you didn’t even realize you squirted all over Toji and went unconscious for 10 seconds. Coming to, Toji was already grabbing a blanket and water for you, “Good Girl, you did amazing cumming all over me like that. I’m so proud of you.”. You smiled, nestling into him as you settled down. Finally, a moment of peace. On the verge of nodding off, you couldn’t help but feel a particular unsettled energy. You look at Toji, who seems relaxed…but not the type of relaxed that someone that just had an orgasm should be. “Toji?” “Hm?” “You didn’t finish…did you?” He looks at you with a mischievous grin, “Not one bit.”

This is going to be a looong month.

[simonsdoll]

Hello, 1st I would like to say I am really enjoying your writings, you are amazing ❤️

2nd may I request smth that might be a bit weird ?! Just pure filth for Ghost, but including c*ock warming, praising, mirrors and dom! in general ? With a female SO, maybe a bit shy? I am very sorry if this is not something you'd make or you dont feel comfortable writing

mirrored gaze

Pairing: Ghost x fem!reader

Warning:NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

Ghost has always known your shy since the beginning of yalls relationship. He thought you would eventually crack and become more open towards him but that never happened so he decided to take it into his own hands to change that. He would fuck you over and over again until you saw how beautiful you are. Whispering and caressing your soft skin telling you in between kisses how fantastic your body is and calling you his sweet girl. He would forcefully cockwarm you when he notices you need some special attention. He would end up making you cum on his cock for being too shy to ask and began to make you beg for it when he does decide to make you cum on him. Every time ghost would see you shy away from him when he would praise you,he just can’t think of anything else but to fuck you out of your shy nature.

He finds amusement in seeing you get all flushed for the slightest of praises. When he would go out with you anywhere, he would randomly hold the curve of your ass to mess with you and that would have you a blushing mess and hugging him to cover your blushed cheeks. When going out to gatherings he would stare at you from across the room just looking into your innocent and undisturbed gaze, watching you stutter and peek quick glances at the floor when he would stare at you.

Even at home, Ghost would tease you whenever given the chance. If you were in yalls shared bed room he would extend and place his hands on top of the doorway and just watch you end the conversation quickly and look away quickly. You would walk away and try to leave the room but ghost would block the doorway and would push you onto the bed for even trying to leave while he sees you slowly fall apart. Calling you pathetic and how easy it is to humiliate you without even trying.

During sex you were always complying and always being obedient to him. You would try to take charge or even mention you wanted to dominate him. He would laugh it off and pin you to the bed and wait to see how you would quickly close your eyes and hyperventilate. Face in the covers and ass up Ghost would spank you leaving red stinging handprints for ever thinking you could ever have control over him when you couldn’t even look him in the eyes to tell him or order him around. He would absolutely ruin you in bed for such confidence.

As punishment he would purposely fuck you in-front of a mirror, fucking his fingers into your weeping hot cunt asking for forgiveness and begging in tears for release. Whispering into your ear how you look so pretty getting fucked by the person that can have you begging on your knees by just the slightest touch or perfect choice of praising words. To look at yourself in the mirror falling apart by just his large and veiny hands fucking his fingers into your aroused cunt. “Your doing such a good job for me love.”

Hearing your sweet whimpers and whines filling the room when he forces you to look at him while he fucks his fingers deep and rough into you ; barely able to keep your eyes open for him. “Im surprised you think looking at yourself in the mirror is some kind of torture even when you’ve handled other things very well princess.” And when you do look at Ghost his piercing dark eyes are already looking at you through the mirror just watching your sweet mouth turn into an O when he makes you squirt and orgasm all over his pants and his arousal and cum slicked fingers. Telling you that you did so good for him and that he won’t stop fucking his fingers into you until he gets you to squirt for him again.

If Ghost has to fuck you until your spread out for him and not covering yourself ; he would fuck you out of your shy nature and would make you forget about ever wanting to blush again after any slight touch or praise of his.

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[amoremainslayer]

Nicely asking for things the legal line secretly loves 🙏 🙏 🙏 (example: dry humping, hair pulling,…)

Genre : Smut, drabbles

Warning : nsfw under the cut, fem reader, nsfw for gunwook (if you feel uncomfy block or scroll)

A/n : no because the way the members would do this😩😩

Jiwoong - Hair pulling

I feel like jiwoong is sooo dom coded. Like I do think he has his sub moments, but they are very rare. He just loves to spoil you, you're his pillow princess. Even if he's a little rougher with you, you never complain and you let him do his thing because you know you will feel good in the end. But if you feel a little more dominant usually and begin to pull his hair, trust me he will crumble. Just something about the pain mixed with pleasure makes him cum immediately.

Zhang hao - Dry humping

This is lowkey not even a secret thing, just something both of yall don't do that often. But if the two of you are in public and don't have the time to unclothe, the only option is to desperately hump against eachother. Just something about the frictions against his length got hao going crazy. He loves the feeling of nearly being against your skin, kind of like edging himself on touching you properly.

Hanbin - blowjob

Hanbin is service dom in person. Sex is about him giving you the best experience ever. So when you decided it was your turn to pleasure him, he just couldn't help himself but get weak. He'd literally melt into your mouth, low moans escaping his mouth while he'd thrust into your mouth accidently. Only after you reassure him its okay to fuck into your mouth for like 3 minutes, he'd finally give into his pleasures and fuck into your mouth. His hand would be entangled into your hair while his head would fall back. He's just so obsessed with you.

Matthew - 69

Just something about your pussy right above his face and your pretty little mouth spoiling his cock is the best combination for Matthew. He just loves grabbing your ass and pulling your wetness closer to his mouth while getting deep throated by you.

Taerae - Sitting on his face

Tbh it's not even something secret, but he just LOVES when you sit on his face. The way you nearly suffocate him with your weight feels like heaven to him. He'd be begging you put all your weight onto him, just you hovering over him is NOT enough for him. He'd be gripping into your thighs while lapping onto your

Ricky - Dominance

I'm a believer Ricky is a switch leaning dom. Like he just loves to make you feel good, which makes you end up being his pillow princess most of the time. But if you feel a little more dominant one night, he'd get so turned on by it. He'd be all subby, begging you to touch him. He'd enjoy it so much yall just hear me out😩

Gyuvin - Mirror sex

This might or might not be bc I wrote a fic for this gyu once but I'm a true believer he loves taking you infront of a mirror. He just loves the idea of you watching yourself get fingered through the mirror. He'd be whispering dirty nothings into your ear while his long fingers pounded into you. He'd love the way your hands grip onto his arm which was laced around your waist. I feel like he would buy a whole body length mirror, just to fuck you infront of it.

Gunwook - riding

Again, something not thar secret but it's just something gunwook LOVES to do. The way he has all the access to your neck and breasts, his hands placed on either your waist or your hips while his lips were on your neck or breasts. Just the way he could see your face distort in pleasure while you bounced on his cock left him cumming twice as fast. He'd love the intimacy with it, especially when you two have a more slow and loving sex he'd just enjoy you being so close to him (I'm such a gunwook love making enthusiast ngl😓)

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Track 6: Thinkin Bout You - Katie

"Because it's four o'clock in the morning, And that's about the time I start zoning // Thinkin' 'bout all the ways that I want it"

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: one night/two night stand, mutual masturbation, teasing, smidge of exhibitionism, oral sex (f. receiving), strength kink, brat reader as always this happens every time guys

Length: ~1.2k

Note: oh how I love my loser gamer husband and MAYBE this one is longer than 1k but it's wonwoo and yall literally have to forgive me for it.

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SATURDAY 3:13AM

Wonwoo: You up? Y/N: seriously? Wonwoo: So that’s a yes Y/N: no Wonwoo: Don’t be like that Y/N: what do you want? Wonwoo: 👀 Y/N: die Wonwoo: C’mon Wonwoo: You know you want to

You’d only hooked up with Wonwoo once. He was a friend of a friend. Not overly outgoing but he made decent conversation if you stopped to speak with him. You could count on one hand the number of times you'd interacted with Wonwoo since he became a part of your friend group. But last weekend, something was in the air and you ended up back at his apartment before either of you knew what was happening.

It’d been good. Good enough that you broke your no sleepover rule. Partly because it was nearing dawn by the time you two calmed down, and the other part because your legs refused to work after Wonwoo seemed to decide his new favorite place was between them.

But you managed to sneak out with shaky legs and smudged makeup long before he woke up. Since then, you pretended it didn’t happen and Wonwoo followed your lead. No texts or calls. No probing from your shared friends. You could almost convince yourself it'd been a weird dream except for the monster hickey on your inner thigh and the mouthwatering memory of his body molded snuggly over yours.

Despite maintaining a nonchalant front, the wall crumbled more and more each minute. Wonwoo opened the door, all you needed to do was step inside and you were guaranteed a good time.

SATURDAY 3:25AM

Y/N: fine Wonwoo: Woah. Don’t get too excited Wonwoo: Come over Y/N: an ancient philosopher once said he who wishes to get his dick wet can put in some fucking effort Wonwoo: Send me your address then little miss attitude Y/N: be here in 30 or don’t bother coming

Not fifteen minutes later Wonwoo has you bent in half at the edge of your bed, your body clad in nothing but ruined panties.

“All for me?” Wonwoo asks from between your thighs. 

You can’t answer, continuing to choke on the promise of nothing but mind numbing bliss since he’s walked through your door. Every inch of your body throbs with the ache of his attention, nipples peaked and a new bruise blooming along the curve of your hip. 

Wonwoo positions you just the way he wants, finding no resistance when lifting your knees atop his shoulders, his head boxed in between. One of his thumbs brush against your panties, your hips stuttering forward to chase the tease of friction. The other makes a path down from your knee to your ass, squeezing before roughly pulling you to the edge of the bed where he kneels.

He’s so close you can feel the ghost of his lips against the back of your thigh. “What’s wrong?” 

Thrashing in embarrassment, you pray he finds a place in his heart to take mercy. As luck would have it, Wonwoo is willing to wait all night, even if it drives him crazy too. 

“Tell me what you want.” His lips grazing the sensitive skin at the crease of your thigh with each word, punctuating them with a painful nip. 

It’s an impasse. You’re too proud to beg, and Wonwoo is too stubborn to give in so easily. He even has the audacity cock an eyebrow when you look down at him perched between your legs, like he knows you’ll crack first. You try to curl your calf around his neck and tempt him forward but Wonwoo resists easily; a delectable flex of his stomach to keep away from where you need him.

“Put in some fucking effort and tell me.” Wonwoo bites into the meat of your thigh.

Everything bleeds red. Winding a hand in his hair, you jerk him away with a sharp tug. The sudden movement catches Wonwoo off guard; startled by the force and giving you room to sit up. Your free hand finds its way into your panties; the initial embarrassment only lasts a second as Wonwoo’s confused expression morphs, the realization of what you’re doing brightening his eyes.

“If you’re gonna make me beg,” you sigh dreamily, wallowing in relief. “Then I guess you’ll just watch.” 

You feel the harsh bob of Wonwoo’s chest as he swallows, whispering a quiet “Fuck” while his hands busy with removing your underwear and for an unobstructed view.  

Once the last scrap of your clothing is gone, Wonwoo resumes his previous position, front and center to the mesmerizing display. His hands find the inside of your thighs, thumbs dipping down to spread you apart. Every ripple and curve privy to his gaze, and the way you clench around nothing clear as day.

Soft hums bubble in your throat, the sheets beneath you rubbing your skin raw as you squirm under your own hands. You can almost forget Wonwoo is there if it wasn’t for the harsh rise and falls of his chest against the back of your legs and the tickle of his bangs against your knee.

Sneaking a peek at the voyeur beneath you, the sight leaves you even more breathless. Wonwoo’s bruised lips part around labored breaths, his chest flush and shiny in the dull streetlights sneaking through the curtains. His glasses are askew but he doesn’t bother straightening them, eyes glued to the hand fucking your cunt, studying the way your fingers twist and curl. Following the path of his free arm, the vaguely familiar rhythm scratches your brain; but a hiss alerts you to the fact he’s touching himself too. When you clench again, more wetness dripping down the curve of your ass to ruin the sheets, Wonwoo licks his lips, pulling his eyes to your face, surprised to see he’s already being watched.

An indecipherable whine is all the permission Wonwoo needs before diving in. The bruising grip around your wrist threatens to cut off circulation but it doesn’t register when he flattens his tongue to lick from your entrance to your mound, the vibration of his rough groan against your clit forcing your legs shut. But Wonwoo hones in, repeating all the attention you’d demonstrated with precision.

It's shameful. The obscene way Wonwoo laps against you, taking every last drop for himself. Your hips cant against his face, almost forcing him off when he delivers a strong suck at the same time he stretches you around two of his fingers. Not to be deterred, Wonwoo wordlessly slugs an arm across your hips. 

Blood rushes through your ears, deafening the broken chant of his name fleeing your lips. The end hits you in the gut, riding Wonwoo’s tongue messily with a harsh grip in his hair to keep him there. To his credit, Wonwoo refuses to stop, the shake of your muscles revitalizing his efforts until the need to breath rips him away.

Dragging his mouth to your own, tasting the remnants of your arousal on his lips, you press a hand into his boxers only to find his soft length and a sticky mess. And then Wonwoo is the one begging.

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[k8kaa]

“how come you’re not wearing any panties,” with joao felix? please? i love ur writing sm btw!

J.FELIX : HOW COME YOU’RE NOT

WEARING ANY PANTIES ?

content : nsfw , mdni , ageless blogs will be blocked , m!dom , power sub afab reader , lazy sex? , clothed sex-ish? , nicknames , degrading , orgasm denial / edging , kissing , enjoy ;)

a/n : NONNIEEEEEEEE!!???? tysm . sorry ive been kinda dead yall we back dw

laying in bed with your boyfriend, hes had a long day of training.. usually joão would have his hands wrapped around your waist , but he stopped doing it. it made you angry since you wanted all of his attention at all time . so tonight you were your small night gown with no panties . joão was laying in bed , so tired.. you bent down to remove you socks before bed and he was just flashed . “woah—” escaped his mouth . “hm? is there something wrong?” you asked with a smirk. “like what you see boy?” you teased once more . he was just .. blown away . “oh i sure do .” the footballer shot back. “come here” he whispered . he grabbed your hand and pulled you on top of him . you started kissing joão and removing his pants . you felt him get hard under you . you remove his boxers . “calm down baby.. . not so fa— FUCK!” you had already placed his cock inside you . you moaned loudly . he felt so good .. grabbing your waist with his strong , long hands .. so fine . “your soo— mngh!” you coulds speak because how good you were ridding him . hes eyes were so pretty all turned on . hes sexy grunts turned you on , hes big strong arms all over you body , touching you boobs . hes hands gripped hard on your wasiy “such a fucking whore—! no panties?-!” joão groaned. grunts and muffed swear words were all that could be heard . you felt on cloud nine ridding him . but you felt as your climax was closing up . “i wann—cum!!” you moaned . “no—no you wont.” he pulled out. “no!please..please joão!” you begged like a bitch in heat . “what you deserve for being such a slut .” he scoffed . you begged to cum , joao made fun of how desperate you were but , he still let you back on “i—i’ll be good i promise!” you moaned getting off his cock again . he let you cum . it felt amazing to finally cum .. especially when was cumming inside you . “you will be good just for me.. meu amor.. now clean my cock like the whore you are.”

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[sgntr]

Adventure 11 - Fake Superstition Turned Real

This all started from a casual lunch discussion. If you're not interested, you can skip to slightly further down.

I was having lunch with my team and it landed on a discussion about odd traditions certain people have. They were talking on and on and I was just bored out of my mind. I felt like I needed to contribute. So I came up with a fake tradition.

"Did yall know there are some people that believe if you have sex on Chinese New Year Eve, you will have a good relationship that year?"

"Really?" My manager asked

"Ya. Thats why so many people born in the end of year."

Instead of fact checking what i said, they started talking about how more people were born in the end of the year...

(Hopefully she doesn’t see this post lolll)

I thought that was the end of it. Till our weekly team drinks on Wednesday night. On that day, only one of my colleague, my manager and I could make it. We had drinks and just casually chatted. My colleague then had to leave early and just left my manager and I.

"That day, what you said during lunch, is it true?"

I got slightly confused before it clicked. I just said yes to see where it would go. And she started telling me how she telling me how she is no longer young and how she focused so much on her career but she don't want to be single.

I comforted her by telling her the standard "oh you should not settle stuff".

"Do you think it works a few weeks before the eve of CNY?"

"Errr welllll..."

"No harm trying your this superstition is guess? I had a good time last time too hahaha" she said.

She booked a grab to her place and we left the bar. In the car, she started touching my dick and feel it slowly get hard. I had the urge to just face fuck here there and then but held back. I wanted to return the favour, but she was wearing a tight pencil skirt with a low cut buttoned top making it difficult to keep it discrete. Part of her bra was on display and I could see the driver trying to get a look at it.

She told me she rents the place and stays alone. I could tell that she was slightly drunk as she did not care that the driver was there at all. She then said I could be as wild as I want.

Once we reached her place and her door closed, she tied up her hair and got on her knees to undo my pants. My cock sprang out and slapped her face. She proceeded to start stroking and her mouth started sucking on my balls. Seeing her face under my cock got me even harder. Before long, part of my dick was disappearing in her mouth.

It got sloppy real fast. I felt slightly bad that she was doing all the work. So I dragged her by her hair and walked her to the sofa. Once she was on the sofa in doggy position, I pulled up her skirt and to my delight, her panties was damp with her juices. She was already wet, ready for my dick. I pulled it down and placed my dick at the entrance.

"How desperate do you want it?"

"I need it master. This slut needs...AHHHH"

As usual, I did not wait for her to finish and thrusted it in. The back of her sofa was a mirror wall. I could see her eyes roll back as i continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. Moans filled the room to the point where i was slightly worried her neighbours would complain. But maybe they are used to her moans since she probably fucks alot.

"Fuck master.. Just like that.. Last time.. I had a dick... in my pussy.. was 5 years... ago..."

I was puzzled.

"I dont remember it feeling so good"

"Great. I want you begging for more."

I turned her around and continued fucking her missionary with my hands on her throat choking her.

"These shirt is blocking my access to your tits"

"Sorry master"

She began slowly unbuttoning her shirt. I, on the other hand, was not that patient. I pushed her hands away and rippied her shirt open. Buttons were flying everywhere and it revealed her heavily padded nude colour bra. As my cock continued in and out of her, I pulled the bra down and pulled on her tits. Using her nipples as handles to move her in and out of my dick.

I suddenly just stopped and walk to sit on the window seat. She looked at me in confusion as I stroke my dick looking at her.

"Crawl here and keep my dick warm slut"

"Yes master" she got on all 4s and crawled over on the cold hard floor. Once in front of me, she started moving her head up and down. Each time trying to get deeper and deeper.

"You like the taste of your juices?"

"Mhmmm" as she sucks away.

I wrapped her hair around my fingers and controlled her head movements. Without warning I would stop her head from coming up till she gagged. Tears were flowing out of her eyes and her make up ruined but she did not ask to stop.

Once I was satisfied with the wetness of my dick, I got her up and pressed against the window before fucking her hard. It was late and she stayed quite high up. So I was not too worried anyone would see.

"Yeaa moan out loud. Show your neighbourhood how much of a slut you are."

"im fucked... so sillyyy"

I gave her surprisingly nice ass a few good spanks and pulled her head back to degrade her more.

I was about to cum so I got her on her knees and she started stroking with both hands.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."

She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out as instructed. With her eyes closed, I shot my cum all over her face. She licked the last few drips leaking out and cleaned it up like a pro.

"Don't forget me when you get a boyfriend okay?" I told her looking at her cum coated face. She smiled with one eye open as the other of covered in cum.

Slept on her sofa and went again in the morning for "extra luck" before heading to office.

The End

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We did chill together for abit after we washed up and talked about being fwbs. But the concern is that she is my direct manager. Drop me a message and let me know what do yall think?

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𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐨

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Your Cardinal is simply irresistible when he's needy and pliant beneath you. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Cardinal Terzo x Male!Reader 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI or I will come to your house and make sure your pillows are always uncomfortable and you always step on Legos when you get out of bed in the morning). Unprotected anal sex (wrap it before you tap it and be responsible yall!), use of the pet name 'princess' for Terzo, Cardinal Terzo being a submissive bottom, some sappy sentimental stuff at the end because it's still Valentine's Day somewhere in the world goddamn it. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2168 words. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 The council (my discord ghesties) hath spoken, so my (technically late) Valentine's gift to yall is some Cardinal Terzo and Male!Reader. I've really been wanting to write more Male!Reader stuff especially as someone who is queer and more aligned with "maleness" (listen idk at this point my gender could be Tobias Forge's velvet shoes it's a wild time lmao). This hasn't been proofread bc I wanted to get it out while it was still Valentine's somewhere in the world. 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

Your Cardinal had pulled you into the vestry once Papa Primo’s service had ended, waiting until his elder brother had left. Terzo had no trouble coming up with a quick lie about why you were entering, reasoning that it was his turn to clean the room and had enlisted your assistance to do so. Primo didn’t look convinced but he didn’t care enough to press the issue either, sighing and telling the two of you to be hasty and lock the room up once you were finished.

A hand clad in leather wrapped around your wrist, your lover had practically yanked your arm out of its socket to get you into the vestry with him the moment his brother’s back was turned. However, his façade of dominance cracked and crumbled apart the moment the lock clicked and your hand wrapped around his throat, not tight enough to bruise or block his airways but just the way he liked it: firm fingers pressing into either side of his neck. Just a taste of danger and the precipice of pleasure.

Your hand is his favourite necklace.

Now, as Terzo lays naked on the vestry’s altar, you admire your handywork. Beautiful bites and flushed skin shining with spit adorns his thighs, torso, and neck. One of the marks on the smooth expanse of his neck is darker than the others and you smirk with the knowledge that it will likely form a delicious bruise in the coming days. You were merciful in placing it nearer his collarbone so he could cover it up but next time you won’t be so generous.

“Caro, please,” your Cardinal whimpers, his fingers threaded through his own hair to resist reaching down disobediently to touch himself. His hardened cock, thick and long, twitches as a pearl of precum leaks from the neglected tip. It’s a pretty shade of red you think to yourself as you admire his debauched form below you.

You hum as you stroke your own dick, enjoying the thrill of having so much power over someone above your ranking in the ministry. You gently squeeze the head with each upward stroke and let out a satisfied sigh that makes Terzo groan and throw his head back, eyes closed. Oh no, you won’t be having any of that.

Leaning over your lover, you use your free hand to bat away his hands and grab a few strands of hair, tugging enough to make him gaze at you with wide eyes. “You would look away from your master, princess? After you were asked so nicely to watch?”

He shakes his head the best he can with your fingers tangled in his jet black locks. “I’m sorry, caro. I won’t look away again, I promise.”

“Oh, my poor boy. So desperate for my touch that you’d promise me the world if you could. Isn’t that right? You’d do anything to feel my hand on your cock and my dick up your ass, wouldn’t you?”

Terzo nods, eyes shining with unshed tears. “Please, I’ll do anything you desire.”

Your lips curl into a smile. Perhaps you can continue to show him some mercy for today. It’s a special day after all.

You softly kiss his lips before pulling away, standing upright once more as you line your tip up to his already well-prepared hole. “For today, just continue to look at me with those pretty eyes of yours. We can rectify your behaviour another day.”

Terzo mewls, trying not to squirm as he stares down at where your head kisses his entrance. You lightly slap it against his pucker a couple of times, revelling in the way your lover bites his lip and his cock drips more precum at both the sight and sensation of it. You admire the way the black paint on his top lip has smudged and smeared from your kisses prior, the makeup around his eyes no longer sporting clean and crisp outlines. He truly is a masterpiece. You wish you could have a painting of this exact moment to hang on the wall of his bedroom, reminding him of exactly who owns his pleasure and who’s made a mess of him.

Your lips part as your head slips through his hole, coaxing a moan out of you both. His inner walls squeeze around you as you gradually slide in deeper, watching his face the entire time as he fights not to close his eyes. He props himself up on his elbows to get a better view and gasps when you inch deeper inside. You take hold of one of his legs and throw it over your shoulder, your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip as you finally bottom out, your balls touching the smooth skin of his ass.

“Oh cazzo, you’re so big,” he groans, gaze fixated on where your bodies join.

You give the ankle that’s resting on your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “You’re doing so well for me, princess. Taking my cock like a good boy. Would you like me to move or do you need a moment?”

Terzo’s eyes flicker up to catch yours for a moment before returning focus to his lower half. “Please move. I need… I need…”

“What do you need?” You cup his face, thumb caressing his cheek. “What do you need from me?”

He’s quiet for a moment, stuck in his thoughts. You’ve seen this before when he starts to feel sentimental and needy. He still hasn’t become accustomed to being able to tell you what he needs from you, still learning about what he can and can’t say to you. You’ve told him before that he can tell you anything he wants, encouraged him to do so in fact, but there’s only so much you can prod a people pleaser. He has to come to that realisation fully on his own. For now, you’ll be patient with him.

Your Cardinal finally allows himself to speak up once you press your lips against his in a tender kiss, your movements slow but deliberate. Trying to reassure him with your actions as well as your words that he can trust you to look after him and he can trust himself to let you.

“Please, touch me. I need to feel you.”

You smile proudly at him and peck his lips once more before you bring your hand down from his face to his cock and stroke it languidly, thrusting in and out of him at a slow and gentle pace. You’d half expected him to demand that you pound him into the altar, eager to please you instead of seeking out what he needs. It’s a small step but progress is progress, and your Cardinal is learning. He clings to your forearms, digging his fingers in as he tries his best to continue watching you fuck into him. His dedication and determination to follow the order you gave him are endearing, but right now you want him to look somewhere else.

“Eyes up, princess,” you coo. “I’d like to see your pretty eyes while I show you how wonderful you make me feel.”

He gasps, mismatched eyes meeting yours as you begin to rock into him a little harder and faster. Your hand on his dick picks up speed to match your movements and you squeeze where you know he likes it the most. It has him clenching around you, creating a delectable friction as you drag along his inner walls. Gasps and whimpers fall from his mouth as his eyes survey your face. Not for the first time, you find yourself doing the same. You take in the sparse smattering of freckles along his cheeks and forehead from when he played out in the sun as a kid. You see the faint beginnings of wrinkles, especially around his eyes from all the times he’s laughed and smiled that beautiful smile that you’ve not yet admitted to him makes your stomach flutter. You can see where his dimples form when he graces you with that smile, the tiny dips forming as he unleashes a louder moan.

“Shit, right there, caro. There and harder, please,” he pleads.

You’re more than happy to oblige, fucking into him with more force but keeping your pace the same. The leg that was spread on the altar wraps around your waist and you feel the hell of his foot press against your ass, desperate to take you as deep as he can. Your thumb rubs the underside of his tip and more precum streams out. You feel from the way that he begins to shake that he’s getting close but trying to hold back. It’s cute how he forces himself not to cum until you’re on the edge. However, today you don’t want him to wait.

“It’s okay, baby. Let go. Cum for me.”

He shakes his head, but his body continues to quake.

“Terzo.” The way you say his name has him making eye contact with you. “I want you to cum. Can you be a good boy and do that for me? Be my good princess?”

The moment you call him ‘princess’, a pet name that neither of you had expected him to enjoy so much, he finally begins to spill his hot load between your bodies with a cry. You feel some of it coat your hand during and upwards stroke and continue to milk him until he finally stops, his seed sticky and wet.

You start fucking into him faster, chasing your own release now. You can feel yourself getting closer, approaching the edge but not quite toppling over it. Your brows furrow as you change the angle of your thrusts, Terzo’s mewling barely registering in the back of your mind. It’s only when he clenches around you with each thrust that you finally reach your climax, shuddering and grunting as you paint his insides with your cum. Your movements become sloppy and less co-ordinated as you allow yourself to bask in your pleasure until you can’t cum anymore.

You’re both panting when you pull out of your Cardinal, your legs shaky as you step back. The two of you watch as your load starts to leak out of him and you pick some of it up with your thumb before pressing it to his lips. You don’t need to tell him what to do, his tongue flicking out to lap it up before sucking the digit into his mouth with a lascivious moan. It’s almost enough to make you shove your cock back in and pound him into the altar.

Almost.

“You did so well for me, Terzo,” you praise him, slipping your thumb out of his mouth and offering him a proud grin. “Thank you for telling me what you needed and letting me look after you. You’re such a good boy. You know that, right?”

He blinks up at you, his expression hesitant. You worry for a moment that you’ve done something wrong. Hurt him or pushed him too far. You take both of his hands in yours and stroke his knuckles, not forcing him to tell you but remaining quiet so that he knows you’re willing to listen if he’s comfortable enough to open up. His mouth opens a couple of times as if he’s about to say something but then stops himself before he can. It’s on his fourth attempt to speak that he actually succeeds.

“Do you love me, caro?”

The question is unexpected, but not necessarily a surprise. He’s been pensive this past week, often losing himself in his thoughts when you’re alone together. You’ve not pried or pushed, knowing that he’ll talk to you if and when he’s ready. Considering what today is, it’s not a surprise at all that he’s asking.

You drop his hands to cup his face. “I love you. Very much so.”

He beams and exhales, the tension that had been building in his shoulders immediately dissipating. “I love you too. A lot.”

You give him a chaste kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. You don’t dare deepen it lest the two of you get carried away and make even more of a mess of the vestry. “Why don’t we clean up here and then head back to your room? You can have one of your ghouls bring up some food and I’ll run you a nice, hot bath. Does that sound good?”

He purrs, one of his hands reaching down to softly squeeze your ass. It makes you jump and he smirks in response.

“And perhaps I can give you your Valentine’s gift while we’re up there, hm? There’s a lovely little toy up there just waiting to be used. I’m sure we could both get some use out of it before the night is over, si?”  

You hum and kiss him again, this time biting his lower lip and giving it a teasing tug that elicits a gasp from him.

“I think I’d like that. Very much so, in fact.”

[vaguely-yandere]

djskdkfkfjd honored my horny ask got u out of writers block </3 reliably I have another one for u.,, thigh/boot humping 🤤 they have to work to deserve ur cock/strap so you make them cum over and over on ur boot or thigh… if it’s the boot you could make them lick up their cum— their thigh they better be creaming their underwear because don’t want them making a mess of ur own pants right <3 either semi crushing their dick/clit with ur foot or bouncing ur thigh when they’re riding it… similar ask to the vibrating nipple ring one— which yans would be embarrassed and humiliated and which would be shameless and desperate to please u, even as they tear up from overstim <3

- 🐓

YESYESYESYESYESYES

i know for a FACT CEO yan would have a major fetish for this. maybe you make them kneel in front of you for forgiveness but youre still upset even after seeing their desperate, ashamed face so you step on their thigh, putting your weight into it so its sure to leave a mark. you two are in the middle of the office but everyone else is pretty used to these weird displays of dominance, not even sparing yall a glance and then it happens.

their eyes go wide and they shudder, gasping sharply, eyes getting glassy as the reality of what just happened sunk in. theyre barely able to look at you!

luckily, youre merciful and lead them to their private office, subtly covering their crotch with your body and the second their door is closed and locked, they fall to their knees in front of you and spread their legs, letting you step on them again.

GOD and if you have long legs???? you bet their favorite thing will be grinding against your boot/calf while kissing up your leg, groping your thighs, looking up at you with a love drunk look as they cum over and over (unless you put a chastity thing on them..). they def would spend an entire day humping your leg or thigh, not shameless but thoroughly embarrassed about their kink which only turns them on more. theyre completely aware of how perverted they are for being into this but it feels so fucking good that they cant stop, shyly asking you if its okay for them to lick your shoe/leg clean when they get cum on it

sensitive yan, girly yan and housewife yan would be the only ones who wouldnt be embarrassed though, just happy to be touching you! but if you want them to be ashamed, just be sure to degrade them!

big bad, rival yan, stoic yan, those types would be on FIRE from shame if you ever caught them 'subtly' grinding against your thigh or if you decided to punish them by stepping on their thighs and they ended up cumming in their pants. hot faces burning with shame but not enough shame to stop them from drooling on themselves, moaning likes whores, clinging to you as they cum over and over again and i hope you have a sadistic streak because if you ask them to lick your boots clean after? theyll be getting off to that idea for years

[pascals-doll]

SO HIGH

ellie williams x reader

ೀ HAPPY 420 TO EVERYONE WHO BE SMOKING WEED ✨ STAY HIGH STAY SAFE 💚 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 800 FOLLOWERS 🥹! I WANNA SEND EACH AND EVERYONE OF YALL A LOVE LETTER <33

ೀ ‘Clarisè’ is an oc, i envision her to resemble Taylor russell ! i need dealer!ellie BAD. NOW.

ೀ description: late 2010s AU! SMUT SMUT! HIGH SEX HIGH SEX 🥴, MUTUAL PINING, slight mention of drinking, mutual teasing!, (mean) dealer!ellie, pierced!ellie, stuckup!reader, reader has an attitude (brattyish), mean!ellie, dom!ellie sub!reader, strap on sex (r rec), strapsucking (e rec), face fucking (r rev) , hair pulling, cowgirl!sex, strap-packing, ellies strap is referenced as her cock, smoking while head (😇), bare use of y/n(___), use of (babydoll, princess, and gorgeous ) praise kink!

april 20th AKA 4/20—every stoner’s favorite holiday.

in celebration of the remarkable holiday—throw the dankest party of all summer!—is what your bestfriend says, of course.

your best friend Clarisè, who you grew up with, was very wealthy to say the least. her parents owned a couple international hotels which led to their long business flights, so everytime Clarisè was left alone in her mediterranean lifestyle mansion.

she would fill it to the brim with the your area code.

you were always there for her though since you were little girls, it wasn’t hard to pick up on how lonely she would feel as got older. even if she filled the house with strangers the second her parents packed some suitcases—you were always there. some form of family was atleast always there for her.

“so who exactly is coming?” you ask, sucking on a lolliepop as you laid on your best friend’s ginormous bed as she walked around in her walk-in closet. the size of her room was the size of your entire home.

“our friends—oh, and im gonna try to get at Abby tonight! what should i wear!?” she says nonchalantly as her fingers skimmed through one of the many racks of clothing.

“girl, half of the block is not our friends—i mean like who we know and she always breaks her neck when you wear red.” you state, pointing with your lolli to the red corset top Clarisè was holding in her left.

she giggles out before throwing off her crop-top to try on the corset “Jess, Deens, Bella—oh!, and i invited my dealer!, of course.” she meets your eyes through her mirror that took up half of her wall before continuing, “shes prett-ayy hot and single” Clarisè eyes wiggle around insinuatingly.

you couldnt help the scoff that left your lips before rolling your eyes “is she 45 years old?—bringing a ganja cake or something?” you joke out, ignoring the fact that your best friend has been trying to find you a hookup to ‘loosen you up’ as she quotes. Clarisè rolls your eyes at your antics to ignore her.

“its 420 baby, she the dealer—and she is not 45 years old!now come on, time to get dolled up!” were the last words she uttered before grabbing your hand and kidnapping you into the lost colorful fashion world that was her closet.

it was 8 pm by the time Jesse, Dina, and a few random people made their way through your best friend’s tall front doors leading into her huge entryway which greeted you automatically with her grand beige marbled staircase that lead you to the floors above; before you made your way down.

you checked yourself out once more in Clarisé’s bedroom mirror before you had to head down to greet the incoming guests. your makeup was light, eccentricating all your best natural features. you did a small and slown 360, a whistle coming from inside the room blows through the room and snapping your head towards the direction.

It was Jesse and Dina walking into the wide bedroom. “you guys made it!” you squeal out, engulfing your close friends into a group hug.

“look at you, sexy ass!” Dina twirls you around as she continued to compliment.

your hair flowed down perfectly, big silver diamond hoops poking through to be completed by the daintiest layered necklaces, your curves hugged your low-rise denim shorts perfectly, and along with your pink velvet bikini that teased through your small black zip-up to go along wih your chunky black beach sandals.

needless to say, you were the perfect resemblance to ‘2000s beach bombshell’.

“let’s go, lesbian and bisexual!, other lesbian is waiting for us!” Jesse exclaims, before holding out his hands in a ‘your way, m’lady’ gesture.

you and Dina just side-eye each other before scoffing, walking past Jesse as your shoulder bumped his hand out the way.

“fuckin’ dork,” you chuckled as you all exited Clarisé’s room; shutting the door behind you.

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you all made your way down the grand staircase, taking in the view of group after group making their way through your best friend’s mansion. within the next two hours, you were sure this place would be full to the brim with faded—and soon-to-be crossfaded guests. Clarisé was quite a bit preoccupied greeting all the guests as you approached right next to her.

“there you are! Ellie should be here soon!” Clarisè cheers, a long rolled lit joint already slimmed through her two fingers as she wrapped one of her around your neck.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“my dealer, bitch!—oh my god, tell me i am dreaming.” your bestfriend almost choked out, you looked around the group of people shuffling through the front door and spotted exactly what had Clarisè panties all twisted up.

Abby Anderson, quite literally the finest girl—shit, everybody said it.

“oh babe, you are not dreaming—check-up time!” you twirl her around, quickly fluffing up her thick curls and complimenting her. you spin her around, giving her the smallest push before taking the joint from her fingers; making it yours.

“go get’er, girl!” Dina exclaims from behind the both of you, you all turn around to get lost into the gloom of haze coming from the deep crowd.

you held the joint between your lips, puffing on it as your hands were interlocked with Jesse and Dina.

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you made your way through the crowd of people. you walked through the open entryway to her huge backyard t’ill you spotted Clarisè parents outdoor bar with the infamous selection of unlocked liquor.

you approached the series of circular two- and four-top tables topped with back-painted glass run along this wall, complimented with a variety of an array of different liquors while seven simple rustic barstools line up along the underlit bar.

the cobblestone walls was complimented with rustic wooden cabinets with glass-cabinet doors that held different sizes of shot glasses and cocktail cups.

the large grill and makeshift outdoor kitchen took the spot right next to the bar, soon enough, the bar started buzzing with conversations and laughter.

you guys didn’t waste anytime as he pulled out a LooseLeaf while Dina pulled out a mini jar from her purse, stenching your nostrils with the odor of marijuana immediately.

“shit, your whole bag wreekin’!” you giggle out before going to begin to look around on the few small cabanas that were spread around her extensive backyard—to someone who didn’t know the place, they could get lost outside within seconds.

i left my tray around here somewhere…

you thought to yourself as you peeked through a couple of the cabanas. you were concentrated on trying to find something to roll with; not paying attention to Clarisè approaching behind you.

your focus was pulled from the empty small make-shift beddings, whipping your head around.

your bestfriend Clarisè approached with someone right next to her—this someone was a woman—perhaps, a really mesmerizing woman in such a menacing manner.

you couldn’t help your eyes but drop to take in her exterior.

your eyes checked out the lean, yet muscular hazel haired woman. she had a slight wolf-cut at the front of her medium length hair, a sliver baring through her eyebrow, poking and peeking through one of her loose hairs; teasing you slightly with it. the woman’s eyes were a mix of piercing green and ombré the lightest shade of brown.

she had on jeans that hugged her waist perfectly as the waistband of her Calvin’s; ruffled up slightly. you notice the way her jeans bagged, yet hugged all the perfect areas, eyes examining the slight bulge, protruding slightly through the zipper of her jeans; becoming more’n’more prominent with your longing focus. you eyes scan the way her plain black t-shirt roughed up under her angel blue flannel.

she had the sleeves pushed up messily, one sleeve slightly higher than the other. the arm that was slightly more exposed was her tatted one. probably to show off that sexy ass tattoo.

you watched the way her veins protruded the tiniest bit through her feeble tone, your eyes following to the the blunt that shimmed through her middle and pointer.

you gulped, feeling your mouth run dry as each of your steps inched you closer to the duo; her face becoming clearer under the string of dimmed fairy lights that ran across the matching-extensive backyard fence.

you could see small specks run along the bridge of her cheeks and nose, highlighting her features, bringing our her eyes, watching how her thick-though-shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly—fuck she caught you staring.

you had to blink your focus back to you, not even realizing the accidental trance of whatever this woman oozed of.

“bitch, this is Ellie!—my plug!” Clarisè drunk voice rang through your ears. you couldn’t stop your eyes from widening.

you had been joking earlier, but where did Clarisè achieve this fine ass plug from ?

you quickly tried to think of something to say, wiping your dumbfounded expression off your face—if it hadn’t already been a dead giveaway.

“so, you’re the one who supplies our weed?”

“the one and only.” Ellie avowed, a smirk tugging her lip before bringing the bright-rosebud rolled cigarillo to her lips.

cocky, much? you thought.

“hm, yeah it’s cool or whateva’!” you smile out, cocking your head to the side as you watched Ellie take her to turn to drop her eyes; puffing profusely before ghost-inhaling her hit like a professional.

you watched Ellie’s brows rise, thought-provoking before letting out mock-like laugh. she doesn’t say anything, just steps up to you, handing you the blunt as the cloud of smoke she exhaled blew into your face.

Clarisé watched with a sloppy smile, strutting over to you and leaning into you to whisper into your ear.

“don’t let weed be the only thing you blow, tonight.” you watched as her face gave you the most devious smirk of century before walking away.

you bring the blunt to your lips, puffing it lightly, but not shyly to hide the bewitched expression on your face.

she could not be serious—but she was, 100%.

“‘wanna buy a 3.5?” your thoughts were cut-off as you continued to puff, almost ignoring the woman infront of you momentarily.

you couldn’t help but let out a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand, closed palm as you held the blunt before passing it back to her.

Ellie found your laugh amusing, adorable at most; your laugh echoing through her ears.“what’s so funny!? atta’ party thrown by the richest family in Jackson—In the secluded, wooded hills?—gotta’ make some cash.”

“right…ill take you up on a tray offer, though”

“hmph, your lucky day, princess.” Ellie divulged finally.

she walked over to the cabana infront of her, picking up her white tote that had The Smiths album cover ‘The Queen Is Dead’ art designed all over the front.

“oh!, i see ____ brought a lil’ friend!” Jesse stokes out, you can always count on Jesse to tease the fuck out of you 24/7.

you approached your friend, shaking your head “meet our plug, y’all” you hold you hands out towards Ellie, doing an overdramatic gesture with a completely straight face.

Jesse and Dina began to conversate with her as Dina checked her out—girl, me too.

“i lost my rolling tray—” you began to grumble in thought, being cut off before you finished your sentence.

“so, plug to the rescue!” Ellie playfully nudged your shoulder causing you to roll your eyes as you began to crush up the weed percisely with your fingertips.

“how old are you?, ms. dealer—i also thought you were male.” Dina questions Ellie before mentioning causing you to let out a laugh at her bluntness.

“i said you were forty-five earlier, my bad.” you giggle into the conversation.

Ellie couldn’t help but whip her head around with an obvious stun expression, hazed eyes widden the slightest.

Dina couldn’t help but let out a holler of laughter, causing the both of you to be lost into a fit of shared laughter as Jesse and Ellie shoot each other a side-eye. they definitely knew they was new homies.

“I’m twenty-one, actually—and yeah, i get that alot.” Ellie finally answered, scoffing a bit.

“the forty-five part or you being a man?”

“me being a man, smartass” Ellie eyes you, smirking causing you to throw her an amused look.

you bring the rolled up cigar leaf that carried the beautiful green essence; sealing it with your spit-lathered tongue, leaving a long swipe along one side before using your two fingers to pinch it sealed.

you could feel eyes burning into your face the entire time.

ellie watched the way your mouth got work skillfully.

she would be lying if she didn’t find you to be the hottest woman—ever, right now.

Ellie’s mind wondering what else you could do with that mouth.

“done! let’s light her up!” you cheer, after your final tweaks off the blunt. you pass it to Jesse to light as he placed it in between his lips. ellie pratically tweared her eyes away from your glowing side-profile, distracting her gaze.

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you weren’t sure what time it is and how many drinks in you were. you couldn’t be many in as you could still walk consciously.

but, definitely drunk enough to be dancing ontop of a pool table right now with Clarisè.

♫ And the party's still jumpin' 'cause my mama ain't home

I got bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on, and they ain't leavin' 'til six in the mornin'

(Six in the mornin', six in the mornin') ♫

your hips swayed perfectly in rhythmic motion to the 90s G-funk beat as Snoop Dogg’s ‘Gin & Juice’ boomed through Clarisè parent’s home surround sound system.

you held each other’s arms in the arm as each of you had a joint of your own while you danced. you had your eyes closed as your crossfaded body felt like it could almost become the music with each swift gyrate of your hips.

it was way past 3 in the morning and everybody seem to be alive as you opened your eyes to scan through the wide halls, living space that caved into each huge room that was only divided by a thick regal pillar.

as your eyes scanned the room, following onto Abby; whose gaze was stuck onto your bestfriend. you immediately pull your bestfriend closer. “look to your right slowly, i think this is all you, babe!” you whisper-shout over the music before carefully coming down from the pool table.

once you got down, you strutted over to the bar. your arms splaying down onto the bar counter-top as you asked the bartender for some water, before puffing on the joint still in-hand. you hopped onto one of the bar-stools, your water in your free hand—in less than a second, drinking it slowly; feeling it refreshen your body.

you pratically chugged halfway of your tall glass of water, setting it down onto the countertop.

“for such a party girl, y’was actin’ pretty shy earlier, doll.” a familiar tone pulled your attention.

you turned your head to see Ellie stepping closer, then infront of the barstool next to you, so she was meer feet away from you. it was hard to ignoring her slight southern luring voice.

“i can’t possibly know what you are talking about.” your lashes batted as you claimed, taking another drag at your joint. even with the pugent smoke flowing off, you could smell her tenuous perfume.

it was a rich musky honey scent, an undertone of fresh eucalyptus to balance out the mixture stench of weed. your nostrils were engulfed in the pragmatic and sensual smell that fell off her aroma.

“don’t play dumb, doll.” Ellie tuts out teasingly, the nickname slowly reeling out an ignited excitement out of you as you exhaled.

“wow, you are soo sweet.” your dead-tone was a sarcastic giveaway. you couldn’t help but snicker at your own thoughts.

wonder how easy it is to challenge her…

you watched the way her lips pursed and let out a light sly whistle fall from her mouth. “i caught you checking me out earlier.” she states, leaning her elbow onto the bar countertop.

although your eyes squint slightly, you felt the rush of heat flush your cheeks. you turn your stool, signaling you were ready to hop-off and walk away.

“plenty of women at this party, why don’t you go and—” you were cut off abruptly.

suddenly, a drunk practically rammed themselves into Ellie’s back causing her to push forward forcefully causing a chain response; you felt ellie’s body shove into you.

your body recoiled back harshly against and into the countertop in response, your cold water spilling all over your shorts, seeping into the closed crevice between both your thighs as you were still seated onto the bar stool. a shriek was let out as you jump up from the stool, looking down at your now-completely soaked shorts.

there was slight droplets dripping down from the exposed skin of your stomach, leaking into your panties—fuck my life—you grumbled internally.

Ellie looked over, seeing you furthermore irritated by your now soaked clothing. Ellie’s eyebrows tighten and twisted together, whipping her head head over at the drunk fool who caused her to bump into you—practically embarrass her.

your attention was pulled from your personal wet dismay, hearing ellie’s voice challenge the man. “get the fuck outta here, fuckin’ sleeze—can’t handle y’liquor!” giving him a well-off push.

Ellie was quick to grab you hand, softly pulling you closer—you were just as quick to retract it, your irritation feeding into you more before angrily making your way towards another dark hallway; only illuminated by different flashing LED lights.

your hips sway in an angry strut. Ellie hot on your heels, following where you were headed.

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you heard light-tappy foot-steps following close behind you as you made your way up the grand staircase. you needed to head to Clarisè’s room to change since you had water trickling down your leg basically the entire way through.

“c’mon gorgeous, that is not my fault—y’know it!”

you heard Ellie finally call out as you reached the top of the staircase. you just let out a huff as you turned down into the empty upstairs hallway, illuminated by dim lighting coming from the regal wall lights scattered around.

“alrigh’alright—i’ll stop the teasing names, can i atleast help you out?” she calls out again, following you down the hallway that had multiple doors leading to different rooms.

“i don’t need help changing.” you avowed.

“can i atleast smoke you out?” Ellie continued to try to convince.

you pondered—the joint did get crushed within seconds and it wasn’t even a roach— you thought to yourself before continuing—were you ever really the type to turn down a free smoke sesh?—the answer is no.

“fine whatever, just stay here.” you obliged, rolling your eyes before opening the door that led into Clarisè’s bedroom door.

when you stepped inside, you quickly went opened the fancy two-doors that lead to her walk-in, hunting for a new pair panties. Clarisè practically had her own personal Victoria Secret, she wasn’t going to miss a pair.

you threw some around, trying to find one to more of your liking.

‘so many fucking thongs, Jesus.’ you thought to yourself.

you chose to settle on this lacy thong, sliding it on as you already disregarded the soaked pair, grabbing a dark denim mini skirt to replace your shorts. once you were done, you turn around, walking out of the walk-in closet.

you were immediately greeted by Ellie, just sitting on Clarisè’s bed waiting with joint in hand; ready to be sparked.

“i thought i told you to wait outside.” you take a couple steps forward as your voice implied.

“this is outside.” what a smartass, jesus. you thought.

“i mean’t the room?” your question, not so much a question.

“chill-out!, scared i was peepin’?” she smirks out.

“the closet door was closed.” you rolled your eyes, tilting your head knowingly.

“not all the way—cute mini skirt though, princess.” Ellie tone was teasing and sweetly antagonizing.

“are you gonna smoke me out or what?” you tutted, popping your hip-out with an attitude.

Ellie didn’t say anything, she just scanned you up and down as her lighter flicked a flame.

“Wait! not here—Anderson and her probably gonna end the night in here.” your face grimaces into slight disgust, not even wanting to be in the room a moment longer. Ellie watches the way your face contorted, immediately jumping off of the bed.

you let out a fit of giggles as you began to walk towards the front door—shut up, tis’not that funny—mumbled Ellie as she followed your direction.

you didn’t wander back out into the wide white marblized hallway too far, not a few doors down.

you opened the guest room that you knew had a couple of your things inside for when you didn’t want to stay at your place. you would say, it was pretty big for a guest room, it even had a mini bathroom.

Ellie looked around as you quickly hopped onto the bed, exhausting a sigh.

“she said she knew a spot, i guess…”

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“how much money you make s’far, hm?” you question, puffing on the lit joint as your back cushioned itself comfortably behind the mound of pillows behind you on the bed.

“interested in the hustle, princess?”

“says, the dealer flirting with me…”

“tou-chee, you really are stuck-up.”

“excuse me?” you couldn’t stop the way your head almosr broke—that definitely got her a reaction out of you.

“Clarisè was right, your stuck-up.” she leans in closer.

you were both sat on the bed. Ellie sat down criss-cross while you laid on your side with your body completely together, legs closed together and folded to a side. the position you were laying in made your view of Ellie seem smaller than; unlike before.

the tension in the air was thick and vehement, only thing visible in the room was the passed around the sharp odor of weed.

you could hear the loud blaring music bleeding in through the walls, muffling the play of the song but still loud enough to feel the physical sonic boom from the speakers below.

your body had felt like it was floating due to the mixture of alcohol and weed, unsure how many different terpenes had mixed into the dopamine system of your mind. you felt the high from the Devil’s Lettuce intruding your body, enthralling it completely under a foggy inner-feeling, hazing your eyes low, and making your body tingle, and float.

the room being completely silent except for the muffled play of lyrics that couldn’t help but hum the beat to.

“cat, got’ya tongue?” Ellie slurrs out, her eyes demeaning into something, lulling you.

fucking Clarisè….

“shut up— you deal weed for a living, pass me that.” you hold your hand out, inches away from Ellie’s chest.

she leaned away, her eyes, now, completely demeaned into an anger-like glow. oh, she did not like that.

“im tired of that fuckin’ stuck up attitude, already—maybe y’little friends can put up with it—not me,” she began, her words spitting out at you from a close distance.

you chuckled, just putting your head down onto the mattress on the bed, looking up and batting your eyes—Clarisè’s words from earlier. ‘dont let weed be the only thing you blow.’ ringing through your mind.

you were just fuel to her fire.

“when was the last time you got fucked, hm princess?” she leaned in, completely closing the space between you two; only leaving nothing but an inch of separation.

Ellie leaned up, making herself tower over you as you continued to lay down, along with your head as your eyes widen. Ellie’s left hand was placed against her stomach, maneuvering down till it reached the crotch of her denim pants.

your eyes dropped in sync with her hand, swallowing hard when she grasps her crotch, grasping the very thing that bulged through.

you wish you could say you didn’t need anything, you didn’t want it; but the way your salivates betrayed you completely.

“definitely won’t be you.” you sat up finally, looking up at her, the leveling between the two of you had your face locking with her crotch.

“you need something to shut that fuckin’ mouth, babydoll.”

“how would you shut me up, hmph?” you knew exactly how.

Doja Cat’s ‘So High’ was playing. you swore the music got louder as your senses felt vertex as the entire situation unraveled.

Ellie dug into her back pocket, pulling out another black tube that carried a joint inside; pulling out the joint, placing it in between her lips before throwing the tube across the room.

she didn’t say anything, the only sound in the silent room being the song flowing through the walls clashing the flick of her lighter.

it was all too quick. her haste movements had her joint burning a bright red rose as her hand unzipped the zip of her pants with ease, already unbuttoned, her hands working their way as her blue boxers exposed.

♫ You get me so high, you get me so high

I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high

You get me so high, you get me so high

I know you ain't a drug, but you get me so high ♫

you couldn’t play off a sly reaction once you seen how much she was packin’. the way her strapped on cock springed up and tall, the tip of her cock springing inches in front of your lips.

you couldn’t silence the harsh gulp as you scanned her menacing aura; completely overwhelming you senses, making you vulnerable.

she puffed on her joint lazily, “don’t get shy now, babydoll.”

you didn’t seem to care for the cocky attitude that irked every bit of you—all that, now, thrown out the door.

you just wanted her cock in your mouth.

you batted your eyes nicely, teasing and slowly inching your mouth closer and closer before finally wrapping your lips around the hard silicone tip. you swirled your tongue around as you watched the way Ellie exhaled after each drag.

she watched you intensively, her eyes never leaving yours as your mouth hollowed and worked it’s way down her length; head bobbing as your mouth fits half of her, slightly gagging as her tip brushed against the back of your throat.

“look at you, s’fuckin’ gorgeous.” she praises, the hand that didn’t hold the joint going to thread through your hair.

the praise fluttered straight into your arousal. you hummed around her cock, taking your hand to pump her as you continued to bob your head on her thickish length.

Ellie let out a moan like she could feel it, leaning her head back as her mouth slowly fell agape as one hand continued to have the joint slimmed in between her fingers.

your eyes gleamed into her, never shying away as the hand that thredded through began to guide your head up and down her cock.

♫ You got me so turnt up, this dude gotta be so high

Weed always on my mind, now he always on my mind Doja, know you want some of this purr

You ain't gotta say a word, just spark that, let's get burnt, uh ♫

“ya’can throat it baby, know you can.” the lewd praises spewled from Ellie, picking up on how each little underlined worship ignited your own spewl of hums and moans around her cock.

you didn’t hesitate to let Ellie fulfill your mouth to the brim, nose tapping against the fabric of her denim. you took her in t’ill you felt her tip kiss your throat, gagging slightly as you drool all over her base as slight tears form in your eyes.

“see how good you are when you aren’t running your fucking mouth?” Ellie asks coyly, cocking her head as her tongue swiped over the bottom of her lip before dragging the joint.

you were at her complete mercy now, no care in the world besides the one pulsing in between your legs right now.

you felt Ellie’s hand guide your head back, lips retracting throughout her base as she made you look at her. Ellie’s silicone cock was covered in your drool as slight saliva trickled down your chin.

“is this okay?” Ellie’s eyes had softened for a moment, searching them to see if there was an unwary feeling. you couldn’t help but smile—through her cocky, tough exterior, she was a softie.

you leaned up completely, on your knees as you pushed Ellie back onto the bed; her back laying and head hitting the fluff of pillows.

you hauled your leg over her hip, straddling her so you were ontop of her. you leaned down to connect your lips with hers, the feeling of her plush lips clouding yours.

♫ Blow, weed, coke, pop X

Speedin' up the heartbeat bangin' in my chest

When you put it on me, you relieve my stress

You got me so high, takin' deep, deep breaths ♫

your lips moved in sync as your kisses were haste but not sloppy, yet. Ellie followed your rhythm before letting her lips travel and pepper down kisses on your chin to your neck.

“you ready t’ride, princess?” you felt her breath fan against your cheeks as you both heaved softly from each other’s shared liplocking.

you leaned into her, chest to chest as you felt her thickish silicone length brush against your crying clit and pressuring through your panties.

you wiggled your ass with a smirk on your face that, Ellie, only matched. you soon felt the way she grabbed her cock to tease you with it.

you felt the way her tip gathered the natural lather of your hole with your creamed juices as she toyed with your clit causing a string of whimpers to leave your lips as you squirmed against her; tits pressed up against your tight bikini top into Ellie’s lean and muscular chest.

“just fuck me already!” you cry out frustrated as you felt the arm that used to hold the joint snake around your waist, holding you tightly against her.

“jus’cause youre such a good girl,”

just like that, you felt Ellie thrusting into your soaked cunt, pulling your thong to the side and aligning herself with your entrance; squelching as you squeeze her around her length.

“gah—fuck!” you moaned out as the stretch was carnally rapturous.

“look at you—fuck! you look unreal like this.”

Ellie was whipped—pussywhipped. whatever you wanted to call it, she was it.

the way your body glew as your hips rolled into perfect sync with Ellie’s lazy-high thrusts, making your own sensuous music together.

your hands went to roll up the end of your miniskirt, scruffing it up messily as you were desperate to have more moveable acess in each perfect bounce and roll on her cock.

“let me see’em perfect tits, doll” Ellie sighs out, her hands immediately find their way to the dip of your back

she felt on the strings of your bikini top, pulling it off of you. your jacket had been disregarded as it got hot inside the guest room you were in—now, pratically soaked and sweaty. the second your top fell apart, completely slipping off forward.

Ellie leaned up from laying her back onto the bed in previous relaxed position she was in before, now completely sucking and leaving light bites on your tittes; ravenous open-mouthed kisses left all from your clavicle, to the valley of your tits, and then popping each one into her mouth one by one, sucking deliciously and leaving deep kisses on your radiant skin.

the room was engulfed by the sounds of you riding Ellie, the sound of music far gone as the two of you were too busy making it. Ellie’s hands dived under your miniskirt to hike it more up, allowing her access to knead the soft flesh of your ass as you began to bounce on her with a new found of freedom.

if the music were to abruptly stop, everyone would hear the indecency that was unfolding between you and the local dealer.

“just like that! just like that!” you cry out in utter bliss, throwing your head back as your hands tug and pull on Ellie’s hair.

“fuck me, Ellie! fuck me!”

each needy bounce lead you closer and closer to your orgasm, your vigorous bounce angling her cock to kiss your cervix; causing your body to writhe slightly as your orgasm overwhelmed you.

“come all over my cock—look so gorgeous, fuck! please come all over my cock, baby!” Ellie groans out loudly, watching the way your pussy clenched around her silicone length.

“im cumming! elli—gah—mmph!”

your pleasure wave came crashing through you like a tide. your entire body trembled as cries of Ellie’s name fell from your cock-high lips.

you completely coated it with your leaked out cum. she swore she could feel the way your cunt spasms, completely milking her as the base rubbed against her own clit. the small sensations of her own cock against her clit as you bounced to chase your own orgasm was more than enough to make her cum right alongside you.

the sight was something unforgettable, completely dazing her into your own personal trance. you enthralled her completely as her hands massaged your tits while her lips feathered kisses onto your lips.

“that feel good, huh?” Ellie was still coy and cocky, looking at you with a satisfied smile as you collapsed beside her.

it was a good moment of silence between the two of you as you catch your breath.

“just needed a good fuck. say it.” she divulges, sparking the joint she let run cold. because head game 2 strong

you let out a loud scoff before turning your entire body into Ellie’s, looking into her eyes hazed out eyes.

you began to think and …..

suddenly, you weren’t so tired, anymore.

you snatched the joint from ellie’s hands, crawling to the front of the bed and folding your legs before spreading them.

“shut up and eat.” you puffed and exhaled.

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Mr. Spooky.

Word Count:

Pairing: Oscar Diaz 'Spooky' x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Arguing.

Summary: Summer used to be Spooky's girlfriend until before he went to jail, he decides to cheat. Summer never wants to see them again until she decided to get drunk.

A/N: Yall I don't think the summary goes with it but I'm adding new things to my masterlist. I love other fandoms and not just marvel. So please enjoy!

Summer stumbles down the street not really knowing where she was going. She was trying to go back home from a party but that didn't really work out right. It was around 2:30 in the morning so who knows what was lurking around.

"Summer? What are you doing out so late?"Cesar questioned climbing out of Monse's window. If it wasn't for Summer's loud heels, he would've never known she was walking around.

"Me ? out? whooooo say shitttt like that. Cesar is that you?" Summer stumbles over to Cesar, who caught her when she got closer.

"I'm going to call Oscar to come get us because this is the wrong way to your house." Cesar comfort while trying to hold on to her and call Oscar. He picked up the phone in seconds telling Cesar he was on the way to get both of them.

A group of men was walking down the street from the corner store obviously drunk. Cesar mentally curses praying that they just walk past. As they got closer the catcalling started.

"Whew, mama you're fine!"

"Lemme holla at you"

"Damn she's fine"

"Nah she's good you guys," Cesar told them trying to be nice but they weren't having it.

"Let us take her off your hands. I promise we'll be nice." One said and the whole crew start to laugh. Cesar rolled his eyes and start to walk away with Summer. The man grabs Cesar by his jacket yanking him back.

"Aye, what the fuck is your problem?" Cesar yelled in his face. 3 of the men grabbed Cesar to jump him while the other two were being touchy with Summer.

"Stop touching me!" Summer screamed hitting him but one of the men smacked her.

"Bitch stop moving. It won't last long." He said while attaching his lips to her neck. The other one was rubbing his hands all over her thighs and slowly up her dress. Cesar tried to fight back but it was too many of them.

"After we done knocking you out, we're definitely having some fun with her." One man said while repeatedly punching Cesar in the face. Cesar felt weak, he couldn't even help Summer.

The red impala drove up to the sidewalk, Oscar instantly getting out of the car. He held his gun up while Beamer and Studio held their guns out the window.

(I made up my own Los Santos members lmaoo.)

"You guys must not know who block this is or who y'all fucking with?" Spooky sneered looking at how they had their hands on Summer. The men stopped what they're doing scared off their asses.

"Um .. Uhh" One man stuttered, falling over his words.

"Oh, man. They're fucking with some folks that they don't even know. That's funny ain't it Beamer." Spooky laughed in a dangerous manner, he glanced over to Beamer. Beamer laughed along with him cocking his gun. "Really funny."

"Hand over my girl and little brother in 5 seconds." Spooky took his gun off safety, taking a step forward. The men handed over Cesar who helped Summer to the car.

"Get 'em." Spooky nodded his head towards Studio then got in the car. When the gunshots went off, Summer flinched since the sound was so close. Oscar grabbed Summer, pulling her close to him, hoping that would calm her nerves.

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Oscar laid Summer in the bed after changing her clothes and taking off her makeup. Since the Los Santos's house was getting fixed most of the members stayed at Oscar's house. He didn't mind but it did mean that him and Cesar had to share a room.

Cesar walked into the room wrapped and bandaged up. Spooky took time to look at his baby brother thanking everything up above that he was okay and walking around.

"Cesar what the hell were you thinking. Why didn't you take Summer inside of Monse's house instead of waiting on me outside? You could've been killed, Cesar!" Spooky whisper- yell to not wake up Summer.

"I don't know Oscar. I wasn't thinking okay? I'm sorry," Cesar sulked as tears threaten to fall from his eyes. Oscar hugged Cesar to calm him down.

"No matter where you at. Go to safety and wait on me. I'm always going to come. But right now get you some sleep okay?"

Cesar nodded his head before getting in the bed beside Summer. Spooky sat in the reclining chair watching his two most important people sleep.

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Summer gasp awake seeing if that last night was a dream. But sadly it wasn't and it was really freaking her out.

It felt like the food she had last night was coming back up so she ran to the bathroom that was in the hallway. Cesar rolled out of bed on the floor since Summer awoke suddenly.

"H-Huh? Summer?"

Oscar heard the two suddenly awake, he came back into the room to check on them.

"You good?" Oscar asked passing Summer ibuprofen. She gladly accepted it sitting back on the cold bathroom floor.

"Breakfast in the kitchen, be there in five." Oscar simply said before walking back to the kitchen where the rest of the members were at. Summer nodded not really wanting to talk to him.

To go back a couple of months, Summer and Oscar had a perfect relationship. Until a couple of weeks before he went to jail he decided to cheat on her. They haven't talked since and didn't have any plans on becoming back cool.

"Crap!." Summer groaned going through his clothes hoping there were still some of her clothes there.

Sadly the only thing she could find was the dress that she wore when they had a date at the beach. Summer walked downstairs to see everybody make their plates so she did the same.

When she was done fixing her food, she noticed all the chairs at the table were full, along with the couches.

"Princessa, you can sit right here." Oscar pointed at his lap.

"No, I'm fine with standing up." Summer waved him off, sitting on his lap was a no-go. She turned around leaning on the counter, taking a bite out of her waffle.

Before Summer could take another bite, her waist was grabbed as she was picked up, along with her plate. She was sitting in Oscar's lap.

" Why would you- you know what, never mind. I don't even feel like arguing." Summer said nonchalantly and continued to finish her food.

"We weren't going to argue. I don't want to." Oscar spoke in a low tone so only she could hear.

"Well every time we talk, it leads to an argument. So, therefore, I'm going keep my mouth close." Summer didn't even bother to look him in the eyes.

When she was done eating, Summer got up getting everyone's dish that was still on the table. She felt a lot of eyes on her but ignored it and continued to clean up. 

Summer dropped some trash on accident so she bends over to pick it up.

She felt a hard smack on her ass making her yelp. Oscar wasted no time putting the glock to Smokey's face.

"Yea you fucking with the right one."Oscar clenched his jaws Summer didn't want to see any violence today, she grabbed his arm and it seem to calm him down a little.

"She isn't yours and when you did have her, you fucked it up so I don't mind stepping in. Summer is bad and you know it. Your lost, not mine." Smokey smirked at me which pissed Spooky off more.

Oscar hit him with the butt of the glock. "Get out of here. Now!"

Smokey walked out of the house holding his face. It was the truth though. Summer wasn't his, he fucked it up sleeping with that hoe.

"Summer listen..." Oscar started but she had walked back to the room so she could get her clothes. He tries again. "Summer.."

"Stop calling my name, I hear you Spooky." Summer packed up her clothes, ready to get out of this house and away from him.

"To you my name is Oscar and you know that."

"Do it look like I give a damn?"

He saw her packing everything she left over there. "Where you going?? You stay across town and I'm not going to let you ride the bus."

"I don't care what you don't want me to do. I'm leaving here, I can't stand being around you!"

"Good I can't stand being around your irritating ass either. Get the fuck out."

Summer got into his face, "I'll gladly get the fuck out. I didn't want to see yo hoe ass anyway. Fuck you."

"My hoe ass? You the one at the parties like I don't exist." Oscar stood closer to her, their eye contact held tension.

"You cheated on me, Oscar?! You cheated on me with that hoe Miranda so I'm single as hell and will do whatever the fuck I want to."

Oscar missed everything about Summer. Her smile, the love she gave him. Summer did everything for him, the best way she could. He fucked up everything.

Oscar placed his lips onto Summer's. She was caught off guard but instantly fell back into it. Her hands caressed his cheek, deepening the kiss Realization clicked and Summer pulled back from the kiss.

"You can't do this to me, Oscar. You cheated on me and expect me to fall right back under your spell? You couldn't muster up the balls to apologize. I would say I can't believe this but this action coming from you, I definitely can believe it." Summer's lip trembles to try to hold in her tears.

"Summer... I.." Oscar's pride starts to kick in which was no shock to her.

Summer picked up her things and left out the door leaving Oscar stuck.

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Yall Ian know how to end it but oh well. Oscar ass should've never cheatedd.

Fuck boys ain't it!

I'll come back and add more tags later.

lmaoo stay slutty my friends.

[ughsimpp]

girlyyyyy can you please write a Jongho oneshot?? Okay you and Jongho grew up together and is your neighbor but y’all grew apart bc he got popular and kinda pushed you to the shadows. After a while he realized that he likes you but was unsure if you felt the same bc yall both lost touch. thank you and i love you writing!!! keep it up ❤️

Let’s start over

Words // 3.5k

Genre // Smut

Paring // dom/soft!jongho x f!reader

Disclaimer ⚠️ // childhood bestfriends to lovers, bullying, confession, thick cock, marking, missionary, hard thrust, fingering

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FINALLY A JONGHO STORY!!!✨ I’ve been wanting to write one but i needed an idea so here you go!! 💚 and y’all i made it to 200+ followers!!! thanks you guys!! ❤️

Senior year....people would say to make your last year in high school memorable and to have fun, but not in your case. School was hell. Every time you walked down the halls as you saw people look at you and gave you weird looks like as if you wore your shirt inside out or if you had ketchup on your face. You noticed these things ever since Freshman year but after a while, it didn’t bother you anymore. You only had one year left then it was off to college. At the end of every year, you always had a 4.0 gpa. You applied early to a university and luckily for you, you got accepted to your dream college which was miles away from this shitty town.

Some of your teachers have asked you if you can help tutor some students who had trouble learning. You didn’t mind but it was the fact that it was all mainly Seniors who needed the help for them to graduate. There were a few freshmen’s and sophomores but half of the students you helped were Seniors.

You didn’t have many friends besides Lily, who you became friends with in Art class during freshmen year. She was really open to talk to and the sweetest person to talk to. She moved to a different school but you two still kept in touch. You missed having her around at school, but after graduation you both planned on going to the same university and be roommates.

You made your ways through the hall as the bell ranged. You saw a group of guys coming your way as you tried to ignore them but you failed on not getting noticed. You were stopped by Matthew who was the “leader” of the group. He was team captain of the soccer team and huge dick to so many people. He blocked your way and bend down to look at you. He had that ugly smug face on and pushed your shoulder.

“Where you going dork? I saw you trying to get away from me, well that’s not gonna happen.”

You saw them surround you and began picking at your stuff. They messed up your hair, glasses, threw your books onto the floor and took everything out of your bag. They laughed as they looked down on your trying to pick you things up. The group of guys started to leave as the bell rings. You were busy grabbing your stuff as you noticed someone was still standing in front of you. It was Jongho, Choi Jongho.

He was about to bend down and help you but you quickly stood up. You gave him one more glare and walked to class. You and Jongho used to be good friends when ya'll were kids. Ever since high school started, he became distant and didn’t talk or come over anymore. Whenever Matthew and the other guys would pick on you, he would watch and say nothing. As if he didn’t feel bad about how they treated you.

The bad part was that he was also your neighbor. You and Jongho grew up close together but as soon as 8th grade year ended and freshmen year came, that’s where things all changed. You were treated like trash until Lily came but when she moved away, they began picking on you again. They would flip your books that were in your hands and would say that it was an accident or that it was your fault for being in their way. What really sucked was that Jongho became part of that group. He was in the soccer team and he was really good at playing. You remembered him coming over to your house and showed you his soccer skills. You made your way to class and turned in you homework that was assigned last night.

“Oh y/n, I have a request for you.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“I need you to help out a student of mine that’s failing my class.”

“Oh..who is it?

“Choi Jongho.”

“Mhm? Choi Jongho?”

“Yes...He’s failing History. I’m not suppose to say but he has a 54 in my class and if he don’t get his grade up he won’t be able to play soccer or keep his scholarship.”

“Why don’t he just come to tutoring when I’m helping other students?”

“I’ve been telling him to go but he never shows up. Mid-terms are coming up soon and if he don’t at least make a 80 on it, he’ll fail. So I’m asking you if you can help him out.”

You took a while to think about what she said. Helping or at least talking to him again was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’ll see what I can do..”

“Thank you y/n! You are seriously a lifer saver! I’ll email you what he needs to work on.”

You gave her a soft smile and thought on how you were going to talk to him. It wasn’t like you and Jongho ended on bad term but it just awkward for you both now and since he hanged out with Matthew and his gang now, there was no way you can talk to him after years of not talking.

You received the emails that the teacher sent you and now you had to decided whether when to approach him. After school ended you headed home. You walked passed his house slowly before turning into your driveway. Stopping half way to your house, you walked down the steps and walked to Jongho’s house. You were about to ring the door until you heard your voice being called from behind.

“Y/n?”

You turned around and saw Jongho standing there with his soccer uniform on. He gave you a confused look and set down his duffle bag.

“What brings you here?”

“Oh uhm Ms. Jeon asked me to help...never mind I don’t know why I’m here...”

You were about to leave until he spoke out again.

“Wait, Ms. Jeon asked you to help me for history, didn’t she?”

You nodded a yes.

“I told her that I don’t need help..god damn”

“You have a 54 percent...”

“She even told you? Fuck...”

Jongho groans at the fact that you knew what his grade was and how embarrassing it was. He crouched down and sat on the steps. You walked down and looked at him.

“I can help you...”

“Mhm?..”

“I-..I can help you get your grade up..if you want...”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“It should be fine, I mean you got to graduate right? And keep that scholarship, I think you’ll be able to pass if you focus more.”

“I’ll appreciate that y/n...just let me-”

“Y/n? is that you?!”

You both looked up behind you and saw Jongho’s mom at the door.

“Oh my it is you! Gosh how many years has it been? We live right next door but I barely see you anymore. You must be busy with school but that’s good. You are a smart girl after all, and this one right here is only focus on soccer.”

Mrs. Choi ruffled through Jongho’s hair,

“ahh Mom my hair.”

“Oh gosh what am I gonna do with you. Anyways y/n what are you doing here?”

“Oh..I uh was wondering if Jongho wanted to study together...Mid-terms are coming up and you know it is senior year haha...”

“That wonderful!! It’ll be nice for you both to hangout again.”

“Yes...looking forward to it, so uhm...I’ll see you around Jongho...”

You waved bye to them and went to your house. You rushed upstairs and laid down on the bed. It was nice to see Mrs. Choi again, she still looks the same after 3 years. She was always super sweet to you and would say how much she wanted a daughter like you.

Your phone buzzed as you rolled over and looked at it.

Jongho: “Hey, I still have your number. Uhm let me know when you wanna stop by...”

You: “Okay.”

You threw your phone to the side and thought of how things were gonna be for you and Jongho now.

The next day after school, you went to Jongho’s place as his mom let you in. You sent him a message that you were already at his place. His mom offered you some snacks and led you to the dining table as you waited for him to come home. 

An hour later he came home and saw you sitting at the table. He went upstairs to put his stuff away and grabbed his homework. He came back down and sat next to you. He cleared his throat and glanced at you.

“Have you been here long?”

You shook your head,

“No, your mom came and gave us snacks then she left to the store..”

“Ah okay...”

There was a moment of silence that filled the room.

“Ehem, so shall we get started?”

You said as he opened his book. After a few hours of studying and helping on his homework. You gave yourself a big stretch and looked at him. He was focused on the problem that he didn’t noticed you looking at him. He still had those squishy cheeks and pouty lips when ya'll were kids.

“Hey is this right?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts and handed you his paper. You looked through them and saw that he got a few wrong.

“You need to fix these answers just a bit then you’ll be fine.”

“Oh okay, but I don’t understand the history from this question...Like it seems like a basic question but it just hard to understand and remember what happened.”

You adjusted yourself closer to him. You took a look at the paper and thought of a way on how to explain it. Jongho on the other hand looked at you as you tried to explain the problem. He watched you as you brushed your hair behind you ear and pointed at the question. He listened to you talk and got lost in your gaze at the paper. You looked at him to see if he was listening, he turned away and scratched the back of his head. You turned back and looked at the paper and continued to talk. 

After a few hours it was dark out. You decided to head home and packed your things.

“Do you wanna stay for dinner?”

You heard Mrs. Choi say as you were about to leave out the door. 

“I’m okay, I should head home just in case my mom worries.”

“Mhmm, come back soon!”

You smiled at her and left. You made it home and made a sandwich to bring it up to your bedroom. Luckily as you help Jongho with his homework, you didn’t have much let to do for your homework. You ate your sandwich as you scrolled through your phone. Checking your twitter feed and facebook.

You suddenly received a text message from Jongho.

Jongho: “Hey thanks for helping me out.”

You looked at the message and replied back.

You: “No problem, if you have any questions just ask. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jongho saw your message and laid down on his bed. He though about how much you helped him today. He appreciated your help and liked how detailed you were on explaining the problem.

He also thought about that moment when he looked at you. How different you looked after years of not talking to you and much you changed. You were always smart and open to talk about anything. Jongho also noticed how pretty you gotten, you became more mature too.

A few weeks of helping him study, you noticed how much he improved in his studies. He came home after mid-terms and showed you his score. He made a 82% on it.

“Yay!!! Good job I told you that you can do it!!”

You were so proud of him that you hugged him without thinking. You realized on what you were doing until you backed away. Looking away and cleared your throat.

“Ehem. So I guess this means our study sessions are over...”

You said and you looked down.

“Yea I guess it is....but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends right?...”

You looked at him as he looked away saying that. You noticed a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

“We can still be friends.”

You looked at him and smiled. Jongho smiled back at you as there was a awkward moment of silence that filled the room.

“Well..we should hangout again sometime..if you want...”

he sys, hopefully you’ll agree.

“Sure. Like old times we can hangout.”

“Okay cool.”

“Well I guess I should go then...I’ll see you later Jongho...”

“Yea...”

You left and looked back at him, you smiled and left out the door. You made it home and got ready for bed. With mid-terms over it was spring break. You sat at your vanity table and did your skincare.

The next morning you decided to go shopping with your mom for some groceries. You wore a cute blue dress and put on some makeup. You never wore makeup in school but you thought of putting someone since it is spring break. You made your way down the aisle and picked out some snacks. You suddenly bumped into someone, causing you to drop the snacks you had in your hands.

“Oops sorry about that-...”

“Well well...is that Y/n? You look slightly different....”

“Yea she looks cute.”

“Damn...”

You looked up and saw Matthew and his group. They surrounded you as you were stuck between the shelf and them.

“Why don’t we have some fun? Yea? You look insanely cute right now.”

Matthew began to touch your shoulder as his other hand touched your thigh. You felt him move higher up your ass. You were shocked that you slapped him across the face. He palmed his cheek where you hit him as he raised his other hand.

“You bitch!”

You closed your eyes as you prepared yourself for the hit until someone stopped Matthew’s hand from coming closer. 

“Stop it bro.”

You looked up and saw Jongho holding his wrist, restricting him from hitting you. You saw Jongho yes were furious. 

“Tch. What the hell are you Jongho? Don’t you see I’m busy here?”

“Yea right, you were about to hit her.”

“Why do you care? She’s so fucking useless and she hit me first.”

“You were touching her, of course she’ll hit you. It was your fault.”

“What did you say? You wanna play smart with me? Do you wanna get kicked off the team?”

You saw things were getting intense between them. You tried to stop them but got pushed onto the ground.

“Stay out this bitch! If you wouldn’t have make a scene there wouldn’t have been a problem!”

Jongho saw him about to hit you and punched him. Matthew fell onto the ground, blood was dripping from his nose. Jongho grabbed your hand and ran outside of the store. You both were running as you heard Matthew yelling out to run after you.

You both ran until you lost sight of them. You made it home, trying to catch your breath. You looked at Jongho who was also out of breath. He looked at you and began laughing. 

“Why are you laughing?...”

“Ah sorry, It’s just that it reminded me of that one time when we were running from those people when we sneak into that concert.”

“oh haha yea I remember that.”

You were laughing as he noticed the red mark on your cheek.

“Does it hurt?”

“Mhm?”

“Your cheek, it’s red.”

“Oh...yea it’s fine.”

“Come on, I’ll give you an ice pack.”

You followed him as he led you inside.

“...yea mom I know, I’ll see you soon.”

Jongho came back with an ice pack and handed it you. He sat next to you ad you put it on your cheek. The cool feeling cooled down the burning sting.

“What did your mom say?”

“Oh she wondered where I went and told me that she had an issus at work and would come home late.”

“Oh okay.”

“Is your mom home?”

“Oh my mom went to go visit my grandparents for the week, she’s coming home Wednesday.”

You and Jongho talked for hours and talked about what you both did as kids. Fun memorable memories. You both laughed and cracked jokes like old times.

“What happened to us? We use to be close..”

You asked him. Jongho became quiet and looked down.

“I don’t know...I was the one who left you...I’m sorry...”

“No need to apologize.”

“No I need to, I was the one who stopped talking to you and never once helped you when Matthew was picking on you..”

“It’s okay...I forgive you, it wasn’t your fault but what about soccer and your-..mhm..”

You felt Jongho kissed you. You were shocked at the kissed but kisses him back. He pulled back and looked away.

“Sorry..I-Y/n...I liked you ever since we were kids and didn’t have the courage to tell you back then. Forget about soccer, I wanna focus on you right now...I like you Y/n.”

You blushed away and thought of his confession. You got the courage and started the first move. You slowly pushed him back on the couch. You straddled him and kissed him. You palmed his face kissed down his neck.

You felt him picked you up and headed to the bedroom. He laid you down on his bed as his eyes filled with lust. He removed his shirt, revealing his muscles. Jongho always wore clothes that covered up his body so you never imagined him to be so muscular. (oh to see that sight🤤) He bend down closer to you and kissed your neck. His eyes gazed at yours for permission to continue. You sat up and took off your dress. He admire your figure. You were about to cover yourself up until you were stopped.

“Don’t cover yourself.”

He took off your bra as your boobs were exposed. He laid you back down and left kisses on your chest down, leaving light red marks and kissed down your stomach. You felt butterflies fill your stomach as he left wet kisses. You felt him palming your heated core as he removed your panites.

“You’re soaking wet y/n.”

You blushed as he inserted a finger slowly as you moaned out. Your walls pulsed around his finger as he pumped in. The feeling was new and arousing that you wanted more. 

“Jongho...”

You were close on coming and he picked up the pace. Coming all over his finger and the sheets. Jongho bit his lips and removed his pants. You saw him pull out his thick cock and wondered if it was gonna fit. He grabbed a condom for his side table and slipped it on.

“I’m gonna go in okay?”

You nodded as he positioned himself. He slid in, stretching you out as he filled you up. Jongho groans out as he felt your wall pulsing around his cock. He looked down as you covered your face. He kissed your lips and waited until you adjusted a bit before moving. You nodded for him to move. He’s thrust was slow but powerful. The bed squeaked as he thrusted in. You moaned out as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. You wanted more and wanted him to go faster.

“Jongho..please go fas-faster ah!”

He did was you were told and moved faster than before. You gripped onto the sheets and as he thrusted in harder. You left out soft moans near his ear. Clawing his back as he hit your sweet spot. He sat up, holding onto your hips as he went even faster.

“Ah fuck! Jo-Jongho!!”

Jongho bit his lip as he angled in a deeper position. You gasped at how deep he was. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, catching your breath.

“You look cute when you make that face y/n.”

“Jongho! I’m-I’m close...”

“Ah shit..fuck you’re so tight...”

You moaned out as you tightened around him. His cock rapidly moved inside your core, bringing you to your high. You kissed him as you came all over his cock. You moaned out as you tried to grab onto something. You shuttered beneath him as you held his hand. Jongho threw his head back as he came inside the condom. Sweat drip down his forehead as he bend down kissing you.

“Fuck that was hot.”

Jongho whispered and smiled at you. You giggled at him and pecked his lips. You looked into his eyes and kissed him one last time. He lend his forehead on yours and gave you his gummy smile. Jongho laid next to you and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Hey...”

“Mhm?...”

You hesitated at what you were gonna say. You heart thumped loudly.

“I..I like you too.’

Jongho flashed his gummy smile once more and held you in close. He kissed your forehead and looked at you. You saw him slowly drift to sleep as you began tracing circled on his chest. Jongho smiled at what you were doing. Even though his eyes were close, he can felt how much you kept rubbing your thighs together. He looked at you and smirked.

“You wanna go again?”

[luckyasfuck]

maybe i just wanna be yours [k. bakugou]

A CAMBOY AU SERIES - PARTS 1, 2, 3, 4, [5]

pairing // katsuki x female reader

tw // cussing, smut

warnings for this part // oral (m and f recieving), hair pulling, face-fucking, exhibitionist kink, spanking, praise, dacryphilia

theme // enemies to lovers au, camboy!katsu au, college student!katsu and reader au, no quirk au

keys // y/n

words // 1.8k

a/n // IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I DONT DESERVE YALL. pt 6 at 250 likes and 20 reblogs btw!

previous part

y/n has been alone in the library for about an hour now. she didn’t notice katsuki’s absence until she had to change subjects to study, too indulged in the textbook to look up. no messages were given by katsuki about him being late and she grumbled, rolling her eyes. she writes the name of the textbook on top of the page in her notebook and the library door swings open. 

a calm katsuki walks towards her, ash blonde hair kinda messy and his black hoodie all over the place. with an eyeroll, y/n went back to writing on her notebook while handing the textbook she just used to him. “you’re la-”

“why’d you block me?”

the sentence made the girl look at him with a glare. her hand stops writing, her body stiffens and her hands start to sweat. “what the fuck are you talking about?” she avoids his strong gaze, looking back down on her notebook. katsuki fumes at this, pulling out his phone as she started to write again.

the notebook is closed harshly, a phone being slammed down on it as it displayed her account and the block message. she looked up at the fuming boy as he gripped his phone tight, gazing down at her. “none of your fucking business.” she replied, putting the cap on her ballpoint pen. about to glare at him again, a gasp erupts from her throat when he grips the collar of her shirt, pulling her towards him.

“why’d you block me?” katsuki’s breath fanned right on her lips, his eyes locked right into hers. she sends a death glare his way, grabbing his wrist and detaching it from her collar. “it was the right thing to do and you know it.” the blonde rolled his eyes as y/n dusted her shirt off, fixing her collar. “great, now it’s loose.”

heavy steps make the h/c turn her head to the sound, only to be grabbed by the shoulders and sat down harshly. katsuki towered over her, “unblock me now.” 

“i see no reason to.” stray students walked inside the library and y/n is quick to shove katsuki away from her, they chatter and sit on a table near the front. they don’t acknowledge the two students who were here before them as they laughed loudly. 

y/n sighs, mood completely ruined by the dumb blonde and class skippers. speaking of the dumb blonde, he eyes the students as well, dragging a chair and sitting down beside y/n right before she got up to return the textbook. vermillion eyes stare right into her ass before they’re torn away by her voice, “go get a fucking textbook.” 

the math section is where it all goes downhill.

hands show up either side of y/n as she’s reading through the contents of the math book. about to turn around, she stiffens when a warm, sculpted body presses up against her back. 

katsuki’s crotch brushes up against her rump, his pecs right against her back. “what the fuck are you doing?” the pressed up girl returns the textbook to its original place, trying to even out her breaths. the blonde moves back a little, a hand gripping y/n’s shoulders to turn her around. “will you stop pushing me around?! you- mhmp!” 

a pair of lips slams against hers mid-sentence, a tongue instantly prodding against her lips asking for entrance. the hands encaging her roam her body, one staying put on her hips. “don’t you ever shut the fuck up?” katsuki slurred against her lips as y/n put her hands on his chest, “says you.” 

the next thing the blonde knows, he’s pinned to a shelf. the shelf falters slightly but this doesn’t bother y/n, instead she presses herself against him while connecting their lips once again. 

now that was definitely unexpected. 

“you want it or nah?” katsuki pulls away, hands disappearing underneath her shirt. “i’m afraid you’ll be too loud.” he smirked, groping her left boob. “me? too loud?” y/n tilts her head to the side, her hand traveling downwards to squeeze the males evident bulge, making him whine out quietly. “says you.”

“i’ve watched enough of your stupid lives to know how loud you can be.” the students chatter loudly in the distance, making the both of them aware of their presence. for some reason, the librarian wasn’t here to check up on the shelves every now and then. perfect, y/n thought as she got on her knees, grazing her fingernails along the side of katsuki’s bulge. his cock twitches under her palm as he covers his mouth, breathing heavily. 

his cock was pretty. of course, she’d seen it on multiple lives, but seeing it right infront of her, his pink tip leaking and his veins throbbing. it hit different. without warning, her lips encage his cock head, licking at his the pre-cum dripping down his slit. a beautiful moan escapes from katsuki’s parted lips as he threw his head back onto the shelf filled with books. chatter and footsteps approach the both of them, growing louder by the second. 

“hey, sto-” katsuki warns, trying to push the girl away from his cock. the students walk to the section of shelves right behind them, laughing about getting a book named whatever that was. ignoring the statement, y/n pushes his cock deeper into his mouth, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around. the weight of it felt amazing against her tongue as she slowly fit all of him in, struggling and gagging. she pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects her to his cock. 

“oh don’t stop now.” katsuki glared, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her back. “fucking suck it, so these students right behind us knows whose cock you’re choking on, yeah? it’s my cock.” for reasons unknown, the students behind them didn’t hear a thing, probably too busy being idiots. y/n only nods, continuing her job, stroking the places she can’t reach. “poor girl, you need help?” 

a harsh grip on her hair and she gags audibly again, hoping the idiots behind katsuki didn’t hear it. slowly, he started fucking himself with her mouth, admiring the way she looked up at him, saliva drooling down her jaw and onto the floor. the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat and he groans. “did you hear that?” a slightly muffled voice asks and the laughter and noise ceases. y/n and katsuki’s hearts drop, but she can’t stop now, could she?

with a faster pace, she starts sucking again, looking up at katsuki with a smirk. “we should go check.” they hear and y/n’s heart pace picks up, licking at the prominent vein of the blonde’s cock. “fucking filthy exhibitionist.” he mouths as the group of students start to investigate. right about to catch the dirty doings of the duo, they’re called by the remnants of their friend group to go get food. “too bad,” he threw his head back, hard footsteps and chatter slowly disappearing in the distance until the library door finally closes, leaving the room silent. “they didn’t see me fill your throat with cum.” he says, finally shooting his load into your mouth. 

the library consists now of katsuki’s moans and y/n audibly gagging here and there. “your turn.” the next thing she knew, she was bent over the desk they were studying at. “we were supposed to study, weren’t we? okay.” he let out a deep chuckle, opening the textbook she used to study. “page 357, what is knowledge?” the cold breeze of the air-conditioned library made her shiver as he hoisted her skirt up, groping her ass and thumbing her clit. “i... i haven’t gotten to that page ye-”

spank.

“ow, fuck!” the slap stung, and katsuki chuckled, kneading her ass cheek with the same hand he used to spank it. a thumb grazing the wet patch in her panties. “page 17, what is psychology?” y/n gulps, legs quivering. “scientific study of... of mental process and behavior...” the tension is thick when he doesn’t speak, she tries to look back at him to see what he’s doing only to be cut off by a moan when one of his fingers dig inside her, slowly moving in and out. “the more correct answers you give, the faster i go. the more wrong answers you give, the slower i go. understood?”

“u-understood.”

“page 137, when was behaviorism introduced?” fuck, y/n didn’t like numbers. katsuki stops moving his fingers and she whines, trying to pry her brain for the answer. “1913...?” a sigh leaves her lips when he starts moving again, a little faster now. “good girl.” this went on for ten more questions, her ass stinging, legs giving up, and tears rolling down onto the table. she had already cum twice, mind becoming hazier and hazier with each question. “that’s it baby, one more question. page 270, which theory of abnormal behavior stresses the importance of current experiences and the persons view of themselves?”

y/n felt his cock prodding at her entrance and she whines, thrusting back to try and get it inside of her. katsuki puts the book down, gripping her hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “nope, answer the question first.” he teases, rubbing her slit up and down with his cock. “existential theories.” she answered proudly, a small oh, yes leaving her lips when he slowly bottoms out inside of her. “good girl, you like being fucked out here? when anyone can walk in and see you?” 

the size of his cock was amazing, it felt amazing. the females eyes lull shut, gripping down at the table with her fingers as katsuki picked up his pace, heavy balls slapping her clit with each thrust. y/n can only nod, face contorting in pleasure as skin slapping, her whines and his grunts bounced off the four walls of the library. “good girl.” he says for the millionth time, bending over to give her shoulder blade a kiss. “fuck! g-gonna cum again!” she warns, legs shaking and sobs leaving her lips. 

“so pretty when you cry,” katsuki whines out, thrusts growing sloppier and faster. “so. fucking. p-pretty.” a loud moan escapes both of their lips and his hips stutter, shooting his load inside her. he thrusts a few more times, prolonging their orgasm. soon, he pulls out and they’re both panting. with a swift movement, he spanks her ass one last time before pulling her panties up, keeping his cum inside. 

y/n is still fucked out, drool and tears all over her face as she got up from the table. katsuki grabs a chair and moves it to her, slowly sitting her down. “you hurt anywhere?” he tried to act cool while snatching her phone, offering her his jug. “fuck off, i see you taking my phone. unblock yourself if you want, i don’t plan on watching your stupid lives anyway.” she choked out, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her forehead. katsuki rolls his eyes at this, unblocking himself and unfollowing all the other camboys you had. 

“we’ll see about that, pretty face.”

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