#im this close to start humping a pillow or something

[moechies]

eeee but ok what about a make out sesh with sugu that ends with him begging to finger you >.<

౨ৎ ⋆ please?! ꨄ geto suguru

sypnosis: inexperienced college students you ‘nd suguru with a mischievous pact

content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 vunerable virgin reader, no p in v, soft, messy, fingering, making out, praiseee, he cums from rubbin himself, light oral (f rec.), pet names : baby, honey doll !! !

an ♡ . . this ask omg anon u are genius . dis is absolutely so cute and ugggghhhhhh m melting <3 literally love u . i love dis ask a lot so this is a bit longer than my usual drabbles , so im makin it a fic :D enjoyyyyyy loviessss

it’s hot , sloppy , messy.

bodies pressed against each others as your guy’s lips clash feverently against each others , sloppy noises elicited from you two’s ‘practice.’

it was never supposed to go so far. it started from something so innocent yet so dirty , the two of you prompting to practice making out with eachother; every friday and saturday night in the comfort of his private dorm.

nights usually started off awkward, with you at the front of his doorstep nervously knocking at his door. he was intimidating, tall, and so handsome; everything you’d consider perfect. it made you want to shrivel and hide.

your first couple sessions consisted of awkward touches, usually his fingers hovering above your warm skin with a light shiver , staring into you for any affirmation to touch you.

“is it okay? ‘m not gonna do anythin’ weird.”

making out with him was sloppy and messy, rhythmless and random. neither of you would stop the other unless one had run out of breath , but that was the fun of it; you suppose.

“d-do you wanna keep goin’?” he pants, face awfully close to yours, not sparing another breath when you mindlessly nod. in a blink, his swollen lips are clad against yours once again.

this time , it had been no different. it had been 3 weeks after your set arrangements , and nothing had seemingly been different.

right ?

so why did it feel so much more intimate ? you try to speculate , but the man’s mouth occupies all of you. geto makes you feel so fuzzy, your body, your mind, incapable of a single coherent thought in the heat of the moment.

he wastes no time pressing your body into the soft of the mattress with his own, hand pursed into the soft pillow with intertwined fingers.

you gasp into his mouth , waiting for the moment he allows you time for a quick breather, but it never comes. instead he refuses to detach himself from you as you grow lightheaded.

“s-suguru hah— ,what’s wrong with you?”

“baby , i need y’so bad. i cant . . ”

your brow arches in confusion , but all becoming much clearer when you feel his frigid fingers dance on the band of your skimpy shorts.

“w-wait—“

”y’gonna let me touch you here?” he teases, his thumb pressing up on your clit through your shorts, right above the wet patch of your sticky cum.

“eeek — hold on, sugu !”

“please ? let me finger you baby . w’na make you feel good s’bad.”

you whimper at his offer, overwhelmed by the suddenness of his question. it had never gone this far, you had never expected it to. to say that you hoped it would happen was an understatement; you dreamt of this. truly.

his soft hands run over your soft skin, chubby lips pressing breathy kisses all over your face and neck, and overly desperate bulge lazily humping into the fat of your panty-clad pussy. it’s all too much.

“let me feel you , honey, c’mon.” he rushes, smirking into your skin with a soft kiss to your collarbone.

“o-okay, suguru !” you blurt .

he’s sighs in relief, hands wasting no time to tug off your shorts along side your panties. your sweet cunt radiates a soft heat he’s able to feel against the palm of his hand, chuckling as he watches your cunt pulse around nothing.

he’s obsessed, and he thinks it may be love . he finds himself unable to pull his eyes away from the gorgeous sight, pupils in the shape of hearts as he watches your puffy hole uncontrollably drool with pearlescent slick.

“s-stop starin’ sugu—“ you mumble, quickly bringing a hand down to cover yourself from his roaming eyes. you’re quickly stopped by his hand, never holding a chance in the first place.

“you’ve never done this before ?”

“obviously not! “ your eyes are shut tight, tears pricking at the corners and damping your lashes. you’re obviously embarrassed, and he wouldn’t have you any other way. this is perfect.

he says nothing but chuckles, flinching when you unexpectedly feel his lips against yours, one that slowly converts into something much more sensual.

you feel the pad of his thumb slide against your sticky cunt, merely pressing the tip inside to tease you. he swallows up your yelp, feeling him smile against your lips.

his pushes in half a digit, followed with short but rhythmic pumps. your cunt squelches and squeezes around him, allowing sweet honeyed moans to fall upon your lips.

“y’feel so good, feels so good doll. can’t believe y-you’ve been hidin’ this from me.” he groans.

“you’re so evil baby .”

“ff-feels s’good too, hnn—“

he curls his finger, purposely nudging against your spongy walls. you squeak, pressing against his wrists to rid his movements on your sensitive pussy.

“n-not there !”

“be still baby. let me have this, ‘s my first time too, okay?”

“w-wait—“

he kisses you again, silencing your whines. he gains speed in his movements , his free hand coming down to relief some tension for his own cock, which had been painfully strained against his boxers.

he’s sure you see him do the filthy act when your face flushes , eyes unable to meet his own as you can’t help but stare, trying your best to look away.

“y’r still so shy when my finger’s inside this pussy?”

“d-don’t say that !”

you whine. your back arches when he slips another finger in besides his first , the girth and length of both digits filling you like no other could. you’d imagine what his cock would feel like in comparison to this, but you can’t.

“d-dizzy, suguru— ‘m gonna cum, i— can’t !”

“cum doll, please, cum f’me, need it so bad..” he whines, feverently jerking at his cock as his eyes zero in on your lewd expression.

he pants with relief when he feels your cunt convulse around his slim digits, a sticky, creamy essence that coats his fingers. he pulls himself away from the mess, smearing a bit on the soft of your thigh before pressing a unmatched kiss onto your lips.

your mess coats the fat folds of your cunt, sweet pearly clit puffy and swollen, just oh, so desperate to be loved. he can tell. he leans down in between your legs before you take notice, pressing a harsh kiss against your slippery bud. one hard enough that you’re unable to push his head away with all your might, forced to lay still below him as he gently suckles on your clit and sneakily licks at your creamy mess.

he raises his head with a proud snarky grin, only to be met with a flick on the forehead and a light scolding.

he sighs, squirming uncomfortably at the noted mess in his boxers. not a word is exchanged between the two of you, only light pants that reverberate around the small of his dorm room.

“w-wanna go further ?”

[luvrxbunny]

black oak

Pairing: Perv?BSF!Eddie Munson x Innocent!Fem!Reader 

Prompt: Voyeurism

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smoking (weed ofc),m! masturbation, f! masturbation, pillow humping, cum in pants (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.6k

A/N: im cutting it so close w these fics (i made this literally yesterday)

This started happening more recently now that you’re hanging out with Eddie more. You hang out with him after school and he walks you home, but whenever he leaves there's a consuming heat between your legs. It’s more tame when you’re with him, like a subtle hum in the back of your mind but once he leaves you; your mind hyper-fixates on him. 

You’re trying to sleep but Eddie is in your head. You writhe around in your bed as you think about everything he is; brave, kind, caring, and sweet. You think about his hands, his hair, his rings, and his voice. You wiggle around in bed until your pillow makes its way between your thighs. Your hips stutter against it and you freeze, looking around the room as if someone may be watching you before letting yourself succumb to the pleasure of the fabric against your slit.

You tighten your thighs around the pillow, tilting your hips up to press your most sensitive spot against the pillow. You mutter timid curses under your breath, hugging your teddy bear to your chest with your eyes shut tight as you picture his face reluctantly. You always feel so dirty picturing him like this, thinking of him in this way. You can’t help but replay all the times you’ve seen him lick his lips, his pink, wet, tongue peeking from between them, the way he bites into the bottom one when trying to nail a certain chord. You can feel yourself getting even wetter between your legs, whining as you soak your pillow. It’s not enough. 

You whine as you push yourself into a sitting position, straddling the pillow with a curve in your back to press yourself perfectly into it. Your head falls back at the stimulation and your eyelids flutter, you slowly roll your head forward and notice your drapes and window slightly open. You consider closing them, not wanting anyone to see, to hear but you feel a certain rush in your stomach at the exposure and shyly decide to leave them be. 

Outside your window, is Eddie. He does this almost every night, this is the first time he’s seen this though. He walks you home after you hang out with him, and if the hangout has left something to be desired he simply climbs into his tree and watches you. There is this beautiful black oak tree that sits outside your window. If Eddie wanted more of you, but couldn’t hang out with you more- due to your very strict parent’s ruling- he suffered silently. He asked you if you could stay longer one time; the sad look in your eyes as you explained how upset your parents would be, broke his heart, so he never asked again. 

However, when you showed him the pretty tree beside your bedroom, right outside your bedroom window- there was only one thought in his head. So it became a routine, if he didn’t have plans, and remembered to bring a lighter with his joint. He’ll light up and just sit on his branch outside your window. He usually witnesses you doing your school work, writing in your diary, and talking with your stuffed animals. If he’s lucky you’ll change your clothes there, although the way you change actually lets him see nothing. Tonight? He can’t believe his eyes.

His joint has long gone out, still in between his fingers as the bulge grows in his pants and his eyes bulge out at you. He’s fighting an internal battle, his hands are twitching to touch himself but he feels guilty intruding on such a private moment. He’s thought about you in this way before- he tries not to but mostly just cannot help himself. You’re so sweet, so caring toward him, so loving that he can’t help but feel this way for you. When you sit on his bed in your skirt, forgetting to tuck it under your butt- your panties pressed right into his bed… he’s hard in an instant. He’s thought of you while jerking off more times than he could count but in all his creativity he could’ve never imagined himself in a scenario as lucky as this. 

He quickly puts the joint in his pocket and fumbles with his pants. He’s whining to no one as he undoes his belt. “Keep goin’, sweetheart. Ooh, so good, baby.” He shoves his hand into his underwear, quickly wrapping his fingers around his cock, pretending that it’s you. He’s already thrusting his hips into his fist as he watches you reach blindly for something to hug into your chest as your hips speed up. Eddie’s hand kicks up to match your pace and a moan rips itself from his throat. He watches you bite into your lip and your eyebrows twitch before you mutter something he wishes he could hear. 

He zeros in on your hips, the way they move over your pillow, how desperately he wishes that was him. He pulls his hand away from his cock with a groan and rubs himself through his jeans. It’s less stimulating but it lets him pretend that it’s you and that makes it feel better than his hands ever could. His eyes roll back into his head as his hands find the same rhythm as your hips and he moans your name into the night air. He’s not worried about being caught, he can only think of you. He forces his eyes open to watch as your hips begin to stutter in their pace. He lets out a pained moan, wishing he could help you keep it steady, help you cum as fast, and as hard as you could. 

You’re muttering something again, your volume climbing as you near your peak. Eddie’s legs are shaking as he holds off for you, wanting to cum at the same time. He watches you drop your teddy and place your hands on the pillow, holding it in place as you furrow your brows and grind harder, humping your pillow as your lips part into an ‘O’ shape. His stomach tenses painfully as he moans your name to no one, under his breath, just for him as he imagines you above him. The utterance of your name from his lips just brings him closer to the edge as he begins to hear a muffled translation of what your moans sound like. He shuffles himself a bit closer to your window, trying to hear as much of you as he can. He hears you saying something, a name, one he prays is his because he couldn’t handle the heartbreak of hearing someone else’s fall from your lips at a time like this. 

He thinks about what you’d sound like saying his name as a moan, a groan, or even a whine or whimper if he’s lucky. He tries to fit his name into the blurry shape of whatever sound is falling from your mouth and it fits brutally well. He has to take his hands away, thrusting up into the air blindly, eyes rolled back and shut as your noises assault his senses. He can’t believe how well his name fits in your mouth, like your lips were made to form around it. “Eddie.” He can hear it, you’d say it high and breathy, on the cusp of cumming all over him, all around him, however you want. “Ed- Eddie” His eyes snap open to watch your lips as they form over his name again, “Eddie, please!” Your voice kicks up into a whine and your hips stutter to a stop as you fold over, shaking as you cum all over your pillow. 

Eddie is painting the inside of his jeans, his hips thrusting erratically into his hand as he bites his lip so hard he’s scared he’ll take a chunk out of it. Your name and images of you are racing through his head, they do every time he cums, he just can’t help it anymore. He thinks about how you said his name, how it sounded from your lips… the fact that you’re thinking of him when you hump your pillow at night. 

A strangled groan-whimper shoves its way from his chest as his balls tighten even more, producing as much cum as they can for you. His head slams back against the tree painfully and his eyes cross as he worships you in his mind, thanking you for making him cum, for letting him touch himself for you. His eyes open back up slowly, his hand overstimulating himself gently as you slowly overstimulate yourself, rocking your hips lazily over the pillow, your thighs twitching every so often. He watches you topple over onto your bed, leaving the pillow between your legs as you reach out for a different teddy, a smile spreading over your face when you find what you’re looking for. 

He’s watching you through lidded eyes, his hips still twitching slightly. His brows furrow until he sees what you’re after, his heart swells and warms his chest. It’s a teddy bear he won for you at a fair, he’s wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, you said he reminded you of Eddie. 

He feels that little tingle he gets in his nose he gets when he’s about to cry and he tries his best to hold back as he starts climbing out of the tree, he always turns into a sap when he cums for you. He’s always wishing you loved him the way he loves you but for the first time, these tears are more positive. He peeks up at you one more time before dropping out of the tree and he gets to see you kiss ‘little Eddie’ on his head and snuggle him to your chest. He’s starting to actually think he may have a chance with you, and it’s the best feeling in the world. 

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[hysteria-things]

can you do a nate fic where he has reader ride his thigh? like idrc abt anthint else but im a slot for thighriding and nate

MIRROR, MIRROR

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dom!nate x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: nate stays the night at yours, and a wet dream leads to something with your classmate.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUTTY SMUT, swearing, thigh riding, p in v, hair pulling, praising, slight choking, making out

ASSUME YOU’RE ON THE PILL!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 977

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i apologize that the thigh riding isn’t a big part of this but when you read it’ll make sense!

i low key love this a bit too much🤣

dreams can be cruel. the worst part is nobody can control them.

a pillow lays between your legs, eyes shut closed as you squirm and hump it from the wet dream you’re having.

the way the person is thrusting in and out feels too real. subconsciously grinding your hips faster, you moan once it starts to rub your clit the right way.

“oh my god.” you whine, gripping the pillow to have more stability to rut faster. “oh my god.”

panting, your mouth hangs open from the sinful sounds you’re making. lifting your knees higher, your body trembles as your release makes a mess in your panties and that poor pillow.

“someone’s needy.” a voice says. your eyes shoot open, face going pale. you look to what’s at your eye level, seeing that what you were wrapped around is definitely not a pillow.

it’s a thigh.

slowly lifting yourself, nate looks at you amused. you completely forgot he slept over because of a thing you’re working on for school, and it was too late for him to go home so you let him crash here.

the both of you aren’t acquaintances, but you aren’t that close either. you sit up in shock, seeing your cum messily glisten on his thigh while drool is on his shirt.

this is so fucking embarrassing, but the weirdest part is that he let it all happen. you glance at the time, it being the middle of the night.

your face becomes red like a tomato, and you scurry off of the bed. you badly want to jump out the window, but because that’s not an option, you instead stand there. “i-i’m sorry.” you stutter, looking around. “i should go.”

this is your house, idiot.

when you go to walk out, a hand grabs your waist and bends you over the vanity that’s right next to the door. he takes his other hand and moves your hair over to one shoulder, leaning against your ear. “what were you dreaming about, hm?”

a chill runs up your spine at his breath against your skin, goosebumps forming all around.

you pout. “you…”

he smirks, nibbling your earlobe. “oh yeah? what was i doing?”

“you were fucking me—” you start, getting cut off by a gasp once he starts to move his clothed dick on your covered wetness. “f-from behind. making me watch in the mirror.”

lifting your top over your head, he hums while leaving wet and slow kisses on your shoulder and neck. he pulls down your underwear, removing his shirt along with it and throwing them both onto the floor.

he unties his sweatpants. “want to make it a reality?”

the way your pussy pulses at his words have you squirming, backing up into him. a shaky breath is released from nate when he slides into you with ease. you moan lowly, licking your lips to moisten them.

gradually your moans get louder the faster he slams into you, the vanity shaking causing your perfume and other makeup stuff to topple over. “nathan.” you whine, clutching onto the edge of the vanity and trying to catch your breath between each thrust. “holy fuck.”

your head drops, the stretch feeling a little too good. your eyes flutter closed before a hand grasps the top of your hair to yank your head back up.

“look.” he demands. “this pussy takes my cock real well, gorgeous. it was made to be fucked by me, and i want you to see for yourself.”

a whimper is followed by a squeal from the repeat of him hitting your g-spot, trying hard not to have your eyes roll back.

the reflection that stares back at you is utterly pathetic. your hair is a mess in his hand by the way he’s holding it, eyes glazed from the sheer amount of pleasure. muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly has your lips coated with drool. not only that, your tits bounce with each thrust before he cups one with his free hand and kneads it.

“is this what you were dreaming about?” he says lowly, looking at your state in the mirror. “is that little brain always filled with dirty thoughts of me? huh?”

he tugs on your locks at the last word, whining at the small pain. you’re unable to speak, so you nod frantically.

smirking, he pulls to where your back touches his bare chest, the skin-to-skin contact giving you warmth. his hand now moves to your throat. “you look so beautiful on my cock. so fucking tight.”

you claw at the surface below you, your orgasm starting to build. as much as you try to fight it, your eyes begin to roll back, your mouth dropping lower than before.

as expected, the grip on your throat tightens in a warning. “focus.”

instead of focusing on the mirror, you stare into his eyes with your head resting on his shoulder. this new spot has you seeing stars.

he whimpers, cupping your cheek. “gonna kiss you.” he says against your lips.

“mmm,” you respond, nate’s lips sloppily kissing yours, making the most disgusting sound when they sync up.

you moan loudly into his mouth, pulling away. “please don’t stop.”

he smiles softly and chuckles. “you’re not going to last much longer, gorgeous.”

he can tell by the way your body starts to tremble. then, he holds your jaw to force you to look at the reflection once again. he nods along with your whimpers that get more intense, the knot becoming undone. “there you go.” he exhales. “good girl.”

letting you fall onto the vanity with your orgasm dripping down your legs, he thrusts a few more times until stopping to release inside of you.

turning you around with your back flat, he admires your post-sex haze. “we should have sleepovers more often.” he says, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[tomurawr44]

How would Shiggy go about being infatuated with a girl who’s shy and just as much of an inexperienced, asocial loser as he is? (Might his corruption kink motivate him to make the first move?) NSFW too plzzzzzzz

A/N: IM SORRY FOR THE IMAGE HAHA IM RUNNING OUT OF BW IMAGES TO USE FOR THIS BLOG (send me some plz send more tomura panels)

WARNINGS: nsfw under the cut

Now I'm sorry if like this isn't on par with the ask but he's also a loser so he'll try and reinact things he's seen from hentai, and you two will fail miserably.

he wants to take your virginity but he's a virgin himself and he's not sure how to initate it other than you push you somewhere and get you stuck (jk)

you two will be somewhat intimate? like you'll make the first move and try to hold his hand or lock arms, silly things like that.

it's cute watching a bunch of young adults act like preteens and their first relationship.

he finds himself more erect often when he's alone and also unable to jack off to his usual porn, but when he finds one where the actresses look like you or share something with you, he's hard as a rock.

he's not particularly shy, mostly he hates people. so you two would probably meet at a cafe or gamer cafe/gameshop or arcade.

he will try and make the first move, you two have probably been close by now and let it slip that you also watch porn or something because like losers, they kind of tend to ramble when someone's there to listen.

he'll try and put something together to sleep with you but god he's at a loss.

he finally mans up and watches something that gives him a decent idea. So he goes out, buys condoms, hides them under his pillows and invites you over.

you two will start playing games together probably sitting on his bed or something before you make the first move.

after a loss, you're sitting there upset while he stares at you with a cocky smile before you muster up the metaphorical balls to kiss him.

he's excited, really excited, it makes him pop a boner instantly.

everything proceeds with foreplay, making out, slowly taking clothes off, some odd gamer talk in the middle of it,

but since the both of you are inexperienced, it's kind of a struggle. you ask him to prep you, he has no lube and he's scared of decaying the only person he actually holds close so he asks you to prep yourself.

while you do it, it's embarrassing but don't worry he'll be jacking off while he watches so it's fair, right?

once you're done, he gets up, gets the condoms and you two struggle to slide it on him, who knew this shit could be so hard to do and so confusing?

he eventually does slide it all the way down and he gets ontop of you to try different positions.

the best one for the two of you is missionary, so he tries that, he tries to put it in but really he's kind of just humping your folds.

a good struggle later and he finally slips it in, it feels heavenly for the both of you, he doesn't really know how to thrust but he tries, it feels so good.

both of you will end up cumming quick, and doing it over and over again, exploring and experimenting with eachother until you're both covered in fluids and panting on his bed happily.

The aftercare will consist of fastfood and mariokart. or a duo on league.

and that's it you're his girlfriend now.

—Ake 2024

[zweiginator]

Daddy issues-ish reader fixated on coach!Patrick. She's so into him, his bad boy attitude, his skills, his dominance, god it really makes her wet. Of course she respects him deeply and takes all his advice to heart. Wants to play the best to satisfy him, perhaps to get laid cause who wouldn't, right, when he's so fucking hot.

Patrick honestly adores reader, he's so proud of her. Hugs her after every match and kisses her forehead when she does really good. Sometimes, his hands linger on her ass too. There definitely is some sexual tension between the two. But Patrick also know about reader's family state and about her shitty father. And this is where his moral compass actually begins working, perhaps for the first time ever in his life.

They are in his/her hotel room, the sexual tension is there. She's wearing tiny shorts, flirting with Patrick and he's flirting back too. Long story short, she goes all out on him but he stops her. She feels humiliated, thinking he wanted her, thinking he found her pretty. She wants to yell and punch and kick and then leave. But he stops her saying he fucking wants her, he wanting nothing more then to throw her on that bed and take her from the back but he knows how delicate her feelings are. And he feels so deep for her. God, if he's ever gonna fuck her, it's not gonna be a one night stand. He wants her to feel loved and appreciated because that is what she deserves. It ends in fluff perhaps with some sexual hints, perhaps dry humping as she cries.

:>

he doesn’t see it as taking advantage of you. he’s not. because he really, really loves you. loves how you furrow your brows and really listen when he’s teaching you something. how deeply you care about what he tells you. how you remember the little things with ease because you genuinely want to.

he doesn’t think it’s taking advantage of you, but that doesn’t mean he thinks it’s right. because he knows that people have their suspicions about you two. how opponents and other coaches see them checking into hotels before matches and only getting one key.

and patrick knows about your relationship with your father because you’ve opened up to him about it. shared your life story and how horrible he is, how he cheated on your mother. you talked about it over a cigarette. patrick held you in his arms and kissed your head and said it’s okay. that you don’t have to live with him anymore.

patrick notices after these conversations, after the pillow talk and sharing ice cream in bed and falling asleep with words left unsaid—that you kill it at your matches. put your heart and soul and every ounce of energy you have into winning. and you always win.

he’s so proud of you it makes his chest swell. and he praises you after your match.

you’re freshly showered and on your bed, patrick in his. they aren’t too far away and you talk to each other, closing that gap. your shorts are loose and he can see the little white panties you’re wearing. you’re so sun kissed and you smell like vanilla and flower petals. it makes him sick for you.

“couldn’t have done it without you, coach.” you lean forward on your palms and patrick can see your cleavage. he won’t look more because you’re not wearing a bra and that’s bad. no.

patrick sits on the edge of his bed. coos about how good you did, how you need to give yourself more credit because you are an amazing athlete.

patrick knows the effect he has on you. you squeeze your legs together and get all nervous and antsy.

you lean forward and kiss him on the cheek. your lips attempt to meld with his but he grabs your jaw, shaking his head.

“no—honey i can’t.”

honey.

“but—“ tears start to well in your eyes and you feel that familiar dry lump in the bottom of your throat. “i thought you liked me. that you think im pretty.”

“oh, of course i do.” he doesn’t need to specify what he thinks because he thinks everything of you. you should know that. “i can’t kiss you. i can’t do that—it’s too far. i—i just can’t.”

but he doesn’t say he doesn’t want to. that he doesn’t think about it and dwell on it. feel sick and perverted and horrible for sharing rooms with you and closing his eyes when you’re in the shower, picturing how your body looks, how it would feel to touch you and lick you and make you cum and squirm and scream his name.

“you don’t have a problem with this, though.” you’re alluding to the hotel room. to the beds slightly closer together now than they were when you checked in twelve hours ago.

you’re right. and he knows it.

“i don’t want to hurt you. in more ways than one—i don’t want to do that. it’ll kill me.” it’s true, what he’s saying. but he also feels like he needs to appease you. because your glassy eyes are making him feel like the worst fucking person alive.

“you won’t hurt me—i can take it.”

physically? emotionally? patrick doesn’t know what you’re referring to.

he can’t. he tells you that again.

“you’re a special girl. and you deserve to have everything you want—with a nice boy your age. you know how much i care for you.”

you nod. patrick figures it would be okay to give in a little bit. he cradles you in his lap; your arms are flung over his shoulders and you sob. sob because you’re so fucked up but patrick is making it worse by being so available but simultaneously so out of reach.

you lazily make out for hours, just sucking on each others’ bottom lips, and wanting more, more, more—but not being able to have it. so you prolong each kiss, grabbing onto your coach’s bicep and wishing he could have you, that you were older or he were younger or that none of this bullshit mattered.

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cannn I request a Jax x fem reader nsfw!! With Jax having a breeding kink,, due to him being in this weird digital version of heat, due to him being a rabbit, also reader is Ike very girly so skirts and stuff!! Also.. Jax begs , yuuuup!

ofcccc!!!! sorry it took me a while to post I had a lot of school to catch up on but now I'll post more on!

includes:fingering, biting, breeding kink, Jax is in heat

jax

you

It's annoying going from a normal man to a rabbit in a digital world who goes into heat. Jax hates the feeling of always being hard and the urge to hump his pillow as he thinks about someone. You, in your skirts and girly stuff, just thinking about him fucking you drives him crazy. “God why am I like this?...” he laid on his bed until he heard a knock at his door. “Crap” he gets out of his bed and tries to make it not noticeable that he was hard. As he opens the door. It's you, “Hey Jax! are you coming to the activity today? Caine wants you to!” as he looked you up and down, wearing a skirt and a pink top on. ‘God she would look so good with my seed in her’ he thinks as his cock gets even harder and feeling that he could snap at any moment.

 Jax sighed "ugh fine I guess..." jax walked behind you as he was in his thoughts thinking about you of course. After the activity he started to walk back to his room trying to get away from people before they noticed something was wrong. "Jax wait up!" ad Y/N rushed next to him. "what do you want Y/N?" Jax looked down at you "Well wanna come to my room? I have a new outfit and I need your opinion" Jax looked away for a sec "ugh fine only for a second" Y/N then walked to her room happily with Jax trailing behind her

after she got her outfit on and showed him, "um you look good I guess....but um I need a favor from you" you looked up "yes Jax?" as he looked up at you "i-i need you doll, look what y-your doing to me.” You blushed as you can see his bulge through his pants "Jax....are you saying you want to do...it?" Jax blushed and looked away “yes....please”..... Jax pleaded until you nodded to help him with his heat, since you did like him. Jax got up and pushed you on your bed.

He was breathing heavily and reached up your shirt to feel your breasts. You yelped as he squeezed. “Hha jax-” he attacked your neck with kisses and bites leaving a bunch of hickeys that you would have to hide from the others. "@#$! Y/N you're so pretty with those hickeys on you. Now they will know that you're mine ." he then took off your skirt and panties and shoved a finger inside you "hah jax~" you moaned out his name and he then added another finger then you moaned as Jax bite your inner thigh leaving it bruised but not hard enough to break the skin. hearing you moan made his cock twitch in his pants as they began to be very tight around his cock as it was throbbing from not having attention. you felt knots in your stomach about to burst until he took out his fingers "h-huh? Jax?". as you looked at him in disappointment "can't have you cum yet doll~"

he then took off his overalls and stroked his cock a few times to get it ready to enter your cunt " you know how long I've been wanting to do this" as he lined up his tip at your wet folds. “Looks like it will be a tight fit…..you can take it though right? “ then his hips began to push forward as his tip harshly made its way past your walls. “Hhha…its…huge…jax-” 

“f-$#@” as he began to slam his hips forward “look what your doing to me doll…” as he was pounding into you. Already feeling ready to cum into your pretty cunt. He went down and sucked on your tits leaving bite marks all over your chest "god your so p-pretty when you moan my name" As he continued to pound into you as knots were increasing in your stomach about to burst. “J-jax im about t-to- '' you were interrupted by you moaning as you released your orgasim and jax still kept going until he started to get sloppy notifying you that he was super close. “G-goddamn…y/n i-im about to cum” as he finally slammed into you as he released all his warm cum into your tight cunt, filling you up. Then he got off you and laid next to you. “Geez doll you made me feel so much better for now heh.” you turned over to look at him “i didn't know you could go in heat. Or had a thing for breeding” he looked away “yeah….maybe you can help me for now” as he smirks at you. Jax pulled the covers on top of you ad him and cuddled 

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Kinger bursted into the room “JAX Have you see-.” as he just stares then slowly turns around. “oh um...i'll….just…go…..”

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A/N: Thanks for the request! I know it might be a little crappy but its my first time writing so! I hope it's good:) have a good day/morning/night.!!!!!!

[melobin]

behind the screen 𐙚 sungchan smau #15

✧ camgirl reader x roommate sungchan

✧ synopsis. in which sungchan discovers his favorite also happens to be his roommate

✧ wc. 1k

✧ chapter warnings. smut, female and male masturbation, live streaming, pillow humping.

✧ a/n. hi, sorry for abandoning you for a little while my mental health has been deteriorating rather bad these past two weeks and i’m slowly crashing but i’m getting by and im alive that’s what matters !! thank you for everyone who was patient with me and i hope you’re not disappointed in this chapter. i love you all 🩷

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“be patient, i’ll tell you the announcement at the end of the stream” sungchan sighed as he leaned back in his desk chair, running his hand through his hair as he looked at merci.

something felt different to him, knowing he’d spoken to her and seen intimate pictures of her privately left him unspeakably horny. he couldn’t help but feel like the stream was for him and him only, it left sungchan weak thinking of merci touching herself whilst thinking about him.

she sat prettily in front of the camera, even though her camera was always angled before her neck, she always seemed to have something covering her face just incase it slipped into view. even without knowing what she looked like though, she still sat prettily for him.

her fingers slowly pushed over the thin material of her panties, legs spread wide in front of the stream. sungchan gripped his cock through his briefs, already having stripped the rest of his clothes before her stream had even started. maybe it was pathetic how ready he was for her, he blamed it on need. need for her.

“mmm i don’t feel like getting off with my hands today” sungchan squeezed his cock through the material again, he was solely focused on merci as she laid a thick pillow next to her on her bed, her fingers glided over the fabric before she straddled it. sungchan sucked in a breath as he watched her thighs close around the pillow and her body fall forward slightly. her tits fell perfectly into the view of the camera, the valley between them showcasing her gentle skin, bra being the only thing keeping her from being fully exposed.

sungchan couldn’t help himself from pushing his briefs down enough to release his cock, hand immediately wrapping around the base as he squeezed it at the sight of her. he watched carefully as she ground down against the pillow, she let out a deep breath as she felt the first bit of pressure against her clit. sungchans hand slid over his cock once, he squeezed the tip in his hand before dragging it back down. he found himself groaning quietly, everything felt more intense for sungchan as he watched her. somehow wanting her even more than he did before.

sungchan’s hand matched the rhythm of her grinding down against the pillow, his eyes never left her body as she straightened up and hooked her hand over her bra, pulling it down to release her tits from its hold. he groaned at the sight of her, he was sure he felt his cock harden within his grip due to it. he wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, wanted to whisper in her ear and tell her how bad he wanted her. sungchan swore if he had her with him she’d never feel unwanted.

on the other side of the wall, you were a mess. your head fell back as you ground harder against the pillow, lips parting to let out a few loose moans as your eyes closed. you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your mind wander to chan, wondering if he was watching your stream with his pretty hand wrapped around his thick cock. you wondered if what you were doing was getting to him, if he wished he was under you instead.

your hand reached up to grab your breast, squeezing it as you moved a little quicker against the pillow, your clit aching as the pressure began to build more intensely. you closed your eyes as your ears fell blind to the world around you, faintly being able to hear the sound of donations pouring in as you let your pleasure overtake you.

sungchan had a feeling merci was in her own little world as she fucked herself against the pillow, her moans were just as desperate as her hip movements were. she was chasing her high in a way that seemed like it would be taken from her within seconds. sungchan loved it. the sheer desperation in her movements, the way her sheets crumbled up under her and how she fell forward and let her tits bounce with each drag of her hips. he wanted her bad and he felt it as his cock twitched in his grip. whether he wanted to be or not, he was close.

sungchan squeezed the base of his cock as he groaned, a little louder than he meant to, but he didn’t care in the moment, too focused on the way his high was climbing up his body. in the end sungchan closed his eyes, letting merci’s moans echo through his ears as they came from his headphones, he let himself cum over his abs as he continued fisting his cock.

she sounded so pretty, filling his ears with a harmony of her sweet whines and her mattress creaking softly. he was almost overwhelmed when he opened her eyes to see her moving quicker. her breathing was unsteady, her whines were broken. she was close. sungchan was admittedly glad he’d came before her, it gave him the ability to sit back and watch as she drove herself over the edge.

sungchan ignored the chat, not wanting to see what was being said to her by the other men that was watching, he was selfish and he wanted her to himself but he knew, at least for the meantime, that wasn’t possible.

as you calmed yourself down you moved off of the pillow, sitting on your knees as you let yourself breathe. you sat silently for a few moments before smiling, being sure the smile was heard in your voice as you spoke.

“so, tonight i am announcing a draw that i’ll be hosting on my twitter for a lucky fan to be brought out to spend a night with me” you watched as the chat freaked out a little, excitment was in the air “all you have to do is follow me on twitter and like the tweet i post about it and a winner will be picked within a month” with that you closed off the stream and picked up your phone.

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hi st im new here but ur writing is amazing and hurts my dick alot and i was wondring if u coulld write smth with free use if ur comfy 🤭🤭🤭 ty ur amazing

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Swiss is just starting to nod off, drifting into sleep in his dark, pleasantly cool room under a thick comforter when he hears his doorknob turn and click. Creak of the hinge that follows has him cracking open a single gold eye to see the silhouette of a ghoul who's body language looks sheepish, even in outline.

"Hey," Aeon says, telling on himself instantly with the breathy quality of his voice. He steps in and shuts the door behind him, and Swiss gropes for the light on his nightstand. He blinks against the sudden flood of light while his pupils constrict and the full picture comes into view: Aeon's wearing a thin cotton shirt, socks, and flannel pants- tented. Obviously hard. Pink cresting his cheekbones, unruly hair looking even more unkempt for how he must have been running restless hands through it. For something so vulgar, he looks so innocent. Swiss yawns and nods, sleepy.

"Yeah," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes. "Go on."

Aeon almost trips over himself, stumbling into his bed.

"Thanks," he says, and Swiss can't help the small smile; how is he supposed to find that anything other than endearingly awkward? The idea of feeling anything but fondness towards the newest summon and his neediness seems insane, though he will admit to a grumble of protest while Aeon jostles the bed climbing in, pushing the blankets away from him and he's exposed to the cooler ambient air. He doesn't bother to move- stays on his side, an arm tucked under the pillow, face half-smushed against it. Doesn't even try to pull his boxers down. If Aeon wants it, well, they've agreed that's his job.

"Need it again, huh?" Swiss says, eyes drifting closed once more. He's just so sleepy. He'll fuck him tomorrow, of course, but for now Aeon is welcome to do as he pleases and Swiss will put forth no effort. Honestly, depending on how furiously Aeon's going to rut against him, he might even end up falling asleep anyway. He hears the rustle of flannel, and then feels trembling hands begin to work the waistband of his boxers down, pulling them lower until they're bunched against his thighs, exposing the cleft of his ass. He does shift to help with this part. He's a gentleman, after all. Ask anybody.

"Uh huh." Aeon's voice is as unsteady as his hands, and it takes Swiss's deep well of maturity to only chuckle a little at the tone. At how horny and out of control and worked up the little critter is. Not from anything, just the weird thrill of a new body and new sensations. Can't help himself right now. Can't stop himself from getting stiffies. Can't keep from getting all excited all the time. He's like a naughty little puppy at the moment, and nobody, Swiss included, would ever dream of dampening his enthusiasm. The press of a warm body against his back, the feeling of him hard and blood-hot against his ass is delightful even through his tiredness. "Just- hard again," Aeon breathes into the nape of his neck. "Gotta cum," he says, quieter. Bashful.

He's not sure exactly what he expected right now. Aeon's done everything from jerk off onto him, to rub off on his boot. Fuck his thighs, maybe- that's what Swiss would have guessed for right now, but Aeon seems to know Swiss wouldn't be getting up to grab any lube for that, and there's no way Aeon has the modicum of self control needed in order to tear himself away long enough to snatch it from the bathroom counter himself. It would seem, however, that Aeon's so desperate he's just going to...hump him. Like he'd done to Cumulus the day before while she read, straddling her chest so he could press his straining, red cock against her still clothed tits and rock back and forth until he finished on her just like that. She's a real sweetheart, Swiss thinks. Let him collapse on top of her after. Stroked his hair and asked if he felt better while she finished the chapter.

Swiss can't help but yawn again as Aeon's hands settle on his shoulders and he begins to thrust against him stupidly. Oh, he'll be trouble for them all when he hits his first heat, and the collective agreement is that nobody is about to tell him what that is just yet. It'll either be the same or it'll be worse (and better), but a team effort undoubtedly. Aeon's movements shift him, rocking him back and forth.

"Needed it so bad," Aeon huffs, right in his ear. "Woke up hard." It sends a pleasant shiver down Swiss's spine, but that's as much as he can give right now. Tomorrow, for sure. Not now. The slide of his cock against him is delicious, though, no denying it. "Hard for you."

"I can tell," Swiss says, nestling into his pillow further, eyes drifting shut. "Really hard, aren't you?"

"So hard," Aeon almost wheezes, curling in closer to him, hands holding ever tighter while things turn ever more frantic. "Can't help it." He lets out a nervous wisp of a laugh. "I really- can't." Aeon draws his leg up, rests his leg on top of Swiss's so he can really get some leverage now. "So hot, Swiss, you're so hot. Oh- I don't think I'm gonna last," Aeon moans.

"Take your time," Swiss says around another yawn. "Clean me up when you're done."

[lix-ables]

🎀 𝐬𝐤𝐳 + 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ... 🩰

— minors dni, 18+ content.

🧽 smut includes, perv thoughts, exhibitionism + voyeurism, use of mirror, sexting, slight pillow humping (sigh), bondage - use of ties/ribbons, gagging, dirty talk, edging, groping, lingerie kink, panty stealing, corruption kink, oral fixation, dacryphillia, mentions of f and m rec, marking, mentions of tempurature play - ice, etc ( happy reading lovelies ‹33 )

🫀note: this was fr so much fun to write though i reposted this like 3 times so far, but third times a charm ig. please show this one some love, reblog and leave feedback !! it's my baby and im proud of it fr 😩

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꒰ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 ꒱… he'd watch you get into the car, his eyes looking you up and down when he saw what you wore - now for him, whatever you wore, he loved it. he thought you looked good in anything you wore. but today was so much more different - he couldn't hold it in. any other day, he'd think about it, and get himself off in the shower or in his room when you weren't home. but he had to tell you. now, he'd be polite but oh so teasing about it.

his free hand would rest on your thigh, while the other was placed on the steering wheel, his voice soft and low.

“wore this for you,” you tease back, pulling slightly at the hem of your skirt. “is that so?” chan smirks, his eyes focused on the road. how he wishes he was watching you right now, maybe stuff a finger or two to keep you from talking at all.

you'd laugh about it, trying to tease him more, before he mentions it and you tell him something was in his head for him to be this needy. “you think its funny,” he puts in, his eyes deadset on the road.but thats when he starts telling you about the thoughts he was having more recently than ever, and he can see you pressing your thighs together from the corner of his eyes. with his eyes on the road, and his mind filled with you, he'd guide you, instructing you more so, telling you things you'd want to hear, and things you have heard before - only thing is you're in the car with him. “fuck i bet its that pretty nude colour, hm? you know how pretty thats gonna look when i slide my dick between those tits of yours?”

“c-chan,” you whine, whispering for him to stop and focus. “oh i’m focused enough, baby. but i don’t think you are hmm?”

his words continue teasing you till the red light, and so now you'd have to be careful for him, there were other vehicles next to you, but chan didn't care about that. no one was watching you from how close he was. if he couldn't take matters into his own hands, he'd have to talk you through it. “take that off baby and be slow. one finger in. tease yourself for me, no one can see you - but they wish they could, hm?”

꒰ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 ꒱… with minho, it’s simple, and he knows it as well. he loves teasing you to the point that you’re frustrated with him, and he fucks the frustration out of you – with his fingers gripping at your waist as he fucked you from behind, not forgetting to leave marks and bruises to your back. with minho, its also all about fun. from the moment he found out that you get too worked up and annoyed at him when he sent you a dick pic, just once, he wanted to try it out again.

with his thoughts about how you’d feel, with either your fingers or your lips wrapped around his length, teasing him, making him pull you closer, he seats a chair in front of the mirror in your room, a long white ribbon in his hand, taking his shirt and his sweats off, placing them in front of him on the floor, before sitting down on the chair, the cool wooden material making him groan in pleasure. if only he had ice with him right now, he’d bring it in a glass surely, keeping it down on the ground next to him, before taking a piece, teasing the tip of his cock, letting the coolness of the object in his hand melt so that it dripped onto the floor. and he fucking wished you were there to watch him tease himself. he’d either make you sit across him, and make you watch him as he got off, or he’d have you on your knees, while you tried to top him.

“desperate to top me hm?” he’s whisper, when he thinks of you showing up with one of his ties, suggesting that he had them around his wrist while he fucked your mouth. “you know you can’t do that right? no matter how much you try?”

“shut up and let me try,” you mumble a reply, as you bring the cloth tie to bind his wrists. how he’d love to tease you about it, before he did the same to you.

<remember the time you wanted to top me?> he sends in a message, reaching for the ribbon that he had set aside, and clicking a picture to send it to you.

<remember how you said i’d look pretty with my hands tied? bought this to see how you’d tie me up :))>

and now all he had to do, was wait for you send in a reply, telling him how frustrated you were.

꒰ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 ꒱… now, you grind your pillow, not knowing that he's there, your fingers curling into the material of the pillow, your buttoned up shirt off, revealing your tits.

the way he'd just almost let out a moan when he sees you ride that pillow, when he sees you grab a tit, teasing the nipple once, wishing it was his thigh instead, and wishing it was his fingers instead, flicking and licking that sensitive bud. that's when he has a thought - he needed to see you ride that pillow in front of him, while he was in the room. but that's also when he hears you call out his name, whining until it gets too much, your fingers curling into the material of the pillow case as you rode your high out.

all this, while changbin watches. all this, while he thinks about scenarios of his own, wishing it was him, instead of that inanimate thing under you and between your thighs because of course, he'd be able to get you off as well, much more than the pillow. he's confident of that much.

he'd also think about how when you both went shopping, and you pulled him into the dressing room with you, making him sit down as you changed in front of him. he was your friend, sure - more like a friend who comes over every other night to fuck your brains out, but at that moment, at the dressing room, he had only one thought - his fingers tangled in your hair, as you clamped a hand over your mouth from whining when he reached over to pull you close to him, bringing his dick out only to buck his hips into you, a small help from you making him continue the same movements over and over, until you rode him with your fingers digging into his shirt as his own fingers stuffed past your lips, your tongue twirling around his fingers while his other hand rubbed your clit. “fucking needy little thing, aren’t you, doll? always needing something to stuff you up full, hm?”

꒰ 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 ꒱… when you're in the car with him, hyunjin has thoughts about you, and it was more now than before, because you just happen to wear his favourite pair of lingerie – he knows this because he took a peek at what you were wearing when you got in, the wind exposing a little bit of your thighs and also the shirt you wore? exposed the top half of the lingerie.

now he didn't mean to look at it. he knew deep down it would be an issue for him, but it was hard for him to control the need to just pull you to him and let you ride his fingers.

“you look good today,” he mumbles as he places his hand on the steering wheel, pausing a minute to take a good look at you. fuck. he should not have done that. and he knew it was wrong for sure, but when he saw the lingerie, his mind just... wandered.

he remembered from the time how he whined at the sight of you on your knees for him, getting him off while his friends/roommates are just outside in the living room, his fingers way too tangled in your hair, pulling and tugging on it while you looked up at him, your eyes watching his every expression. he'd be embarrassed by the fact that he has thoughts about you, unlike chan who is polite about it, but he can't help it. he'd obviously let you tease him, even if it would be torture for him, he cares about you and how you'd feel.

꒰ 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 ꒱… when you mentioned buying a couple of cute things to try on for him, jisung’s mind was busy. busy with thoughts about how to bring up the topic of gagging – how he wants to see you under him, with either his shirt or your panties in your mouth, while he fucked you. he also wanted to bring up the topic of how he had at least four pairs of your lingerie lying in his room, which he jerked off to… until one day, you found it yourself.

“ji, what’s this?” you call out to him, and he looks up from his phone, paying attention to the flimsy object resting between your fingers – your panties. “uhm, about that… i wanted to uh, talk to you –” he fumbles with his words, shooting straight up, ready to walk towards you with an explanation at the tip of his tongue.

“nuh uh, sit back down,” you shake your head at him, walking to the couch where he sat, motioning for him to sit down. with your hands coming to a rest on his shoulder, and your legs on either side of his own, you straddle him, keeping in mind that your crotch came directly in contact with his own bulge, which seemed to grow harder under you, and you take this as an advantage to grind against it a little.

“tell me more,” you hum when he groans in a needy tone, his hands on either sides and on the couch, fingers aching to fidget with something, anything. “tell me what you do.” “fuck, uhm. i uh –” “– jerk off to them?” you finish for him, bringing the material in between the two of you, before grinding against him once again, which earned a hiss from the boy under you. “shit can you no –”

“show me.” you smile at jisung, hand him your panties, inching forward and leaning close to him at the same time, and he shuffles in his seat. “show me how you jerk off with it. i’m sure you have thoughts, about me, maybe?”

“i’m sorry i just –” “i want to see,” you push again, this time resting your fingers on his chest, caressing the material under your touch. “i want to help. please let me help.”

꒰ 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 ꒱… felix has always thought about how you’d look with his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them. maybe even thought about your lips wrapped around the length of his dick, as he bucks his hips slowly, thrusting in and out to see your expression every time he pulled away. so when you came to him about your oral fixation, knowing absolutely almost to nothing about it, you could say he was pleased that you came to him, instead of someone else.

“what is it that you want to know, darling?” he whispers, his fingers tangled in yours as he seats you both on his couch, and he turns to face you. “i just keep wanting to have something, anything in my mouth, and i can’t help but feel –” you explain, only to stop when you see felix smiling at the words you chose. “what?” you mutter, clearly embarrassed now. “let me explain it to you in this way,” he starts, letting his hand rest under your jawline, tilting your chin to make you look at him. his thumb rests on your bottom lip, while the other fingers support your chin from under. “open, love,” he parts his lips, assuring you that he wouldn’t do anything without your permission. “it’s alright,” felix smiles, as he watches you part your lips for him, letting him slip his thumb inside, before he continues.

“suck. slowly, i’m not going anywhere,” he assures you again, his eyes watching you look at him, while his thumb was in your mouth, and he almost lets out a single groan when he feels your tongue twirl around it. “that’s it, there you go,” felix mutters, the smile on his face never leaving as he continues, “you, my darling, have the need to suck on something all the time don’t you? that’s okay,” he responds when you nod your head, while continuing to suck on his thumb. “i think there was a time when i used to bring people over, i’d either want to eat them out or mark them up, nice and pretty, all the time,” he recalls, his choice in words making your cheeks turn a shade of pink as you pull away from him.

“sorry,” you mumble, wiping your mouth of the drool before looking back at him. “that’s alright, love. i think i’d be able to help you with that fixation of yours, hm?” “it’s not going to change anything between us, right?” you question, hoping you’d still get to be friends with felix. “sure, baby. nothing’s going to change except me satisfying your oral fixation, or teaching you how to,” he smiles. but in his mind, he was thinking about how he would transition from having you suck on his fingers, to choking on his dick, but at your own pace. he wouldn’t want to corrupt you too much now, would he?

꒰ 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 ꒱… seungmin had been thinking all morning about how good you felt, with your lips wrapped around his cock, while a set of his fingers rested on your head, stroking your hair, tugging on it every now and then when he felt you were teasing him a bit too much; another set of fingers gripped your own, as you looked up at him, your eyes filled with tears. “shh, pup. fuck… right there,” he hummed, just when your tongue kitten licked the tip of his cock, before letting him buck his hips into your face, your throat making a sound out of pleasure when he did so.

“fuck,” he mutters, raking his hands through his already messy hair, his fingers slipping past the sweats he was wearing, wrapping firmly around his length before fishing it out right after he pulled the material down for better access. just the mere thought of you tearing up, while being on your knees for him and ready to have him past your lips had him groaning in pain. and just when he needed you, his mind would wander – thoughts about you, sometimes scenarios of your hands being tied behind your back with the tie he wore that day – the navy blue cotton material tight around your wrists, but not too tight to stop the circulation of blood – god, the image he had in his head made him lose control, even when he knew he shouldn’t. on other days, thoughts about him deep throating you when he felt the need to just cool off as he gamed with the boys, you’re on your knees, he imagines, not even out of your work clothes as you took him as deep as you could, your nails digging into his thighs as his hips bucked into your face, his cock making you choke and gag, before it had you drooling – a fantasy he needed to come true.

so that’s when he decides to text you – <when’re you getting here? i need to fuck that pretty throat of yours.>

꒰ 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧 ꒱… when jeongin found out about his new found fetish for being tied, he came and knocked on your door, hoping you’d answer quickly. “i need you to help me,” he mumbles when you open the door for him and he makes himself at home on your couch. by now that couch was his favourite place - his second home, if you could say. “do you need me to get you off or…”

“it’s complicated,” jeongin sighs, as he pulls out his black tie from his sweats, and places them on the coffee table in front of you. “fuck, i want to try something, please?” he whines, the neediness in him being so obvious that you kneel down in front of him, holding the tie in your hand, and look up at him. “what do you want me to do, baby?” you nod, resting your hand on his thigh, while your other hand feels the material of the tie in between your fingers. “tie my wrists please? want you to tease me, but i don’t think i can stop myself from holding on to something, and i don’t want to hurt you,” he shuts his eyes, laying his hands in front of him, for you to take and tie them up.

which is what leads to the current situation – you on jeongin’s side, as he sits with his dick out in your hand, his shirt riding up to his chest, while his hands are tied behind his back.

“fuck, please don’t tease,” he whines out, his fingers curling an uncurling at the way your fingers stroked his length. “you were just telling me about how you weren’t being good,” you remind him, applying a little more pressure on your grip than before, which makes him exhale deeply. “shit, y/n… you k-know i can’t–” “talk? i do know that, but you need to tell me what you did,” you caress his bare thigh and look at the way he curled his toes. “you’re going to be sitting here all night, baby, and i’ll make sure you come at least thrice more before i let you go,” you remind him, your voice soft as you let him ride out his second orgasm. “so tell me, what thoughts have you had about me, hm?

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[slicznymartwy]

Slashers reactions to walking in on the GN!Reader masturbating and moaning their name? If you don't take multiple character requests, though, I'd be happy with just Thomas! ^ _^

i LOVED this omg . this is my first thomas x reader i’m posting so i’m glad to start him off this way :3 seriously this was so much fun to write. only included thomas on this one since i made it longer than i planned :p .. maybe its too wordy and not smutty enough im sorry TToTT

°˖✧˚ thomas hewitt x gn!reader saying his name

eyes blinking open blearily, you wake up from your peaceful midday catnap with the feeling of a cool breeze sweeping in from the open windows. the curtains in the hewitt house are old and torn apart but, fluttering in the wind, it almost looked like you were at some fancy resort hotel.

smiling to yourself, you press your face against thomas’ pillow to breathe in his musky scent. if only he had joined you for your nap, then you two could have gotten into some real fun, but you know your man well; when he’s got a working itch in his fingers, he’ll be stuck down there in his basement ‘til he’s satisfied.

you don’t mind it, not when it makes him happy. it’s his passion that attracted you to him back when you two met. his dark determined eyes quickly clued you in - this was a man that acted, a man that took what he wanted and didn’t apologize.

you loved that about tommy, but right now you feel loose and happy like the partner of a rich man, and you want him. you want him so badly. heat stirs between your legs and you roll onto your back, listening acutely for any sounds.

the house is quiet except for the soft thuds managing to crawl up from the basement. keeping your willful ignorance about what he does down there, you instead focus on the fact that you two must have the place all to yourself today.

you sit up and pat your hair back down. it’s a little bit ruined from rubbing against the pillows, but you weren’t winning any beauty contest before that anyways. you feel more of the breeze when you sit up, and it brushes coyly across your bare chest. biting your lip with a smile, you use your sleep-sore muscles to haul a pillow down towards your hips and straddle it.

you start slow, hands bracing yourself forward as your hips rock back against the pillow. already, your breath comes heavier as you imagine your tommy. strong and thick all over, with enough muscles to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like he was wont to do when he craved you.

the pillow felt nowhere near sturdy enough, but you imagine grinding on his thigh like this, feeling his muscles flex underneath you as he watched. you close your eyes as you pretend, mind swimming with pictures of your big and capable man.

“tommy,” you whisper, picking up your pace as your body reacted to the pleasure you gave yourself. you were relaxed before, but you feel boneless now, like you were made of melted candle wax.

time loses some meaning in your deliriously horny brain. you can barely think beyond the soft cushion between your thighs as you hump against it in a steady rhythm.

you feel like you're floating out of your body: you can recognize your own voice, but you don’t know when you started chanting tommy’s name, and you can hear your orgasm building as your voice gets louder. despite knowing he can't hear you, you're begging him for mercy.

you’re nearly finished when the hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand. there’s something different in the air, although you can’t pinpoint what, and you open your eyes.

“tommy!” you gasp, because there he stands. his arms hang by his sides as he watches with hauntingly dark eyes.

you feel like he can see straight through you with his gaze, and your hips stop as you cover yourself with your hands. it’s a little bit pointless, since thomas has already seen every inch of you. he’s had you bent over and folded in half so many times that you’re sure he’s got you memorized.

your chest rises and falls visibly as you try to catch your breath, but that seems impossible as he slowly steps into the room. he lumbers forward, his eyes never leaving you.

it's clear that he's just come up from his basement, the way his clothes and apron are stained. he must have heard you, you realize. your cheeks feel red hot at the notion of you hollering his name so loud that he had to come check on you.

he stands in front of you, head ducked down to keep his gaze locked onto your eyes. you feel frozen to the spot, until thomas’ hands reach behind his back to untie his apron. inspired, you hurry to get the pillow out from under you and back to the others, turning away from him while you did. what use was the limp pillow when you had the real thing right in front of you?

you hear thomas toss the apron aside, and you gasp when you feel his warm hand on your ankle. he pulls you down to the foot of the bed easily, sliding on your stomach over the messy sheets.

"thomas," you breathe, looking at him from over your shoulder. he's so massive as he stands over you, but when he puts his heavy hand between your shoulder blades, you get a sense for his gentleness too. you've seen his hands cause so much destruction, but that felt like a different person to the man standing in your shared room.

he doesn't speak, but you don't need him to. he's always proved his adoration to you with his actions. he does the same for his family too, the callouses on his hands prove how hard he works to make them happy. you can feel them scratch pleasantly against your skin as he strokes his hand down your back, until he holds onto your hips with both hands.

"i love you," you say, feeling him press the front of his clothed hips against your ass. he spends the rest of the afternoon showing you how he feels the same.

[aroseformyself]

Request:

MC meets Rook for the first time and the two just click, Rook even calls them his soulmate. As charged and romantic as their first meeting was MC requests that they take things slow and get to know one another rather than jumping into a relationship. Rook agrees to their terms and the two part for their respective dorms.

Unfortunately the two are left with a little problem: unbridled horniness. The cold shower isn't doing Rook any favors and he ends up moaning MC's name in the pillow, humping the mattress desperate to get himself off. Poor MC is in a similar predicament and is thankful that they were the sole human resident of Ramshackle. (AFAB reader please)

im a slave 4 you

rook steps into his cold shower, his breath hitching as the cold water envelops his entire body.

his tense shoulders slowly relaxing unfer the pressure of the water hitting his back.

his closed eyes shutting tightly as he imagines. he only had the chance to meet you once. but something about you was addicting.

perhaps the way you would push your hair back to keep it from falling in front of your eyes as you look at something. or the way you feel compelled to nod along as someones talking, it’s so adorable. you really think you look interested?

rook can tell, it’s all one big phony attitude. he could watch you moaning into your pillow forever. but alas, you made a request.

you shift under his gaze, his almost-robotic smile throwing you off. your hands tighten around his mouth, keeping him from coming any closer. you can feel his grip falter for a second on your body. his tilted head signals he’s confused.

you clicked so perfectly at the start, he was way to confused as to why you would block his kiss. he promised it would be nothing else. 

even if it meant he would have to go home and jack off, just for you since it made you so uncomfortable.

you shake your head, your face heating up, “uhm i mean i want to take it slow.” ohhh~ how adorable of you. you want to take things slow with him? even though he wanted to go faster than you, relationships are all about compromises to fit both persons needs.

if you wish, things can be taken slow. rook is in no rush to get to fourth base in such a hurry. however…

it would help his new predicament.

rook hunt. the person not faltered by anything, has crumbled behind the walls of his room.

desperately rubbing himself upon his pillow while wearing an oversized shirt you barely wore.

he convinced himself you wouldnt miss it if he took it, you’ve never mentioned liking it or anything like that. and besides what kind of favorite shirt is thrown into a pile at the back of your closet?

he fastens his thrusts and chases his high, moving the shirt down and cumming all over it.

rook sighs as he pants, calming himself down, off to clean off his seed with a towel. the shower won’t do him any good anyways.

rook could have never imagined—

—that you were just as bad as him.

you lie on your bed, moving your fingers in and out as quick as you can while shoving your face into your pillow and imagining it’s rook.

you think of him, his arms that weren’t particulsrly muscular but strong nontheless. the same that hugged you  tightly, while his warm lips kissed your face all over and left kiss marks on your face. the same that you felt even after he stopped, a faint warmth in the areas he kissed. his lip gloss leaving sparkles on your face. you couldn’t help but smile dumbly as he did so.

you feel a band in your lower stomach form, and as the time passes it tighten, finally snapping as your eyes tears up.

“r-rook..” you mumble, your fluids coat your own fingers and you pant, face in your pillow as you attempt to sit up. 

your let out a breathy sigh, thinking about how rook would go about this.

you bring your covered fingers up to your face, “he’s a freak so he would probably lick it off?” you question to yourself.

you bring your finger to your mouth before coutning to three, taking your fingers into your mouth.

your face scrunches up, you’ve never thought to do this before, “sour.” you say, but drink all of it.

you lay your head back down.

you could have never imagined, you were just as bad as him.

[999-ang3l]

*walks up to the stage* uhm... *i awkwardly tap the mic* uhh.... bunny!reader.. and c!schlatt... no? okay..*i run away, tripping in the process*

NAWW COME BACK THIS IS SO GOOD... LAWDDD OMFG ILY

warning: smut!! reader in heat, dom schlatt, sub reader. oral (f receiving) face sitting, overstimulation kinda?, p in v, unprotected sex, (please please please use protection, this is fiction!!) ,breeding, petnames (uses of "baby, bunny")

schlatt came home after a long day of work, exhausted and ready to have quality time with his wife. except... where was his wife? she was usually in the kitchen, cooking something.. i mean, he did come home earlier than expected, but something was up.

when he was walking to your shared room, he heard muffled sobs. opening the door to see your dear wife sobbing and whimpering while pathetically humping a pillow was something he never thought he'd see, so when he did, his cock shot up immediately "schlatt.. need y'cock inside me.. please!" you sped up your pace as he chuckled and stopped you "my poor bunny in heat, huh?" he rubbed your puffy, throbbing clit slowly as you sobbed and wiggled your hips around for more friction "sit on my face, baby.. then ill give you my cock" you complied with ease, immediately plopping on his face.

you gasped as you felt his tongue enter you. he set you so your clit was on the tip of his nose "ride my face." the stern tone along with the vibrations sent to your drooling core made your eyes roll back in pleasure. you bounced up and down on his tongue fast, loving the feeling of him finally pleasuring you (even if it was you doing all the work) you were gripping on his horns to keep you up straight, knowing how sensitive they were. he was restraining himself and you didnt want that. you wanted him to drill his thick cock in you till he's fucked you dumb. there were no words needed, he already knew you were close, and he wouldnt stop you, not when your in heat.

as you rode through your high, you were still clutching onto schlatts horns "i cant control myself when you touch my horns, bunny" he warned you "good." he had never heard so much lust and desire in anyones voice, and it broke him. he un-zipped his pants and his cock sprung out, red and leaking with pre-cum. without warning, he lifted you up and pushed you all the way down on his cock.

you now sat balls deep in your husband, clenching around him, still recovering from your first orgasm. he somehow managed to throw you around so that you had your ass up and face smushed into the pillow. "ill show you how it feels" he growled in you ear as you moaned at how mean he was being.

he pulled out of your sopping cunt and rammed right back in, making a very loud slapping noise and making your ass jiggle and tail bounce slightly. he kept repeating what he was doing at a painfully slow pace "please, schlatt..." "please what, bunny?" "please fuck me till i cant speak, fuck me till everyone can hear, be as rough as you want, im your sex toy" what you said made him chuckle and go faster, except he went very fast. you couldnt keep up with him cause of how good he was fucking you.

you didnt have time to react as you felt the knot in your stomach snap. it was obvious that he felt it too, but he went even faster. you were screaming out his name as he came inside you.

you thought it was the end, until you realized he wasnt pulling out. "schlatt... you already came and you arent hard anymore... are you gonna pull out?" "nope" you could feel the grin on his face as he started up again.

jezuz i feel like im sweating

[nichoskittycorner]

To Touch and To Hold (Euijoo smut)

>>  Euijoo has been head over heels for you for years. That or just a pervy freak who stares more at your chest than your eyes. He finally gets exactly what he's dreamed of after so long.

>>  Groping, boob play and stuff (boob job) , dry humping, sub!Euijoo, mommy kink, oral sex, perv!Euijoo, hell he's just down bad and really likes boobs

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: I won't even lie, I am half asleep any time I touch this document so Im sending it to the nether realm of the internet 

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    Euijoo had watched you come into his store for years. As the owner of a local flower shop, he was also viewed as the local soft boy. 

  His bright smile would liven up anyone's day, no matter the occasion. And people loved him for it, well that and his beautiful flower arrangements. 

  One day several years ago, you popped into his shop. With his natural grin, he greeted you like anyone else. Answering all your questions and even giving you tips on plant maintenance. 

  After you had left with a new bushel of daisies, he had to put the shop on lunch and hide in his office for a bit. 

  You were gorgeous. A true beauty and a flower in your own right. But he also noticed your very soft-looking and large breasts peeking through your shirt. 

  Now Euijoo has always been a guy to appreciate the obvious beauty in things, so that wasn't much of a surprise. And he's dealt with many pretty ladies. So why was it now that he had gotten so hard that he had to jack off in the middle of his shift? 

  Maybe it was a one-off fluke. He was just a little turned on more than he thought and had to take care of it. But then it happened again… and again… and every time you walked into the shop he would twitch and get hard in the dick.

  What was wrong with him?! It had to be something about you. Was it the way your eyes fluttered innocently at him that drew him in like a magic spell? Maybe the softness and size of your breasts had him fantasizing about smothering his face in them? 

  Perhaps it was your sweet and confident demeanor that had him ready to fall on his knees for you- regardless Euijoo would have to make a move at you. One way or another. 

   Most people probably wouldn't find it normal to want to be stepped on or called any sort of name but for you, Euijoo would let it happen. Hell, he just might welcome it.  He NEEDED you. 

  He didn't care how he got there, he needed to be with you in some way. 

 There was no rhyme or reason to Euijoo's obsession. He already knew he was a boob guy. But why was he so obsessed with your boobs was the question. 

  He always knew his dream was to rest his head and knead the squishy flesh to his heart's content. To suck on a nipple like a pathetic little bitch boy while being coddled and held. 

  To suffocate in your breasts is his ideal way to pass on. He almost finds himself drooling and daydreaming constantly about your boobs even at work or before he goes to sleep (wishing that he was laying his head down on your chest instead of a pillow).

  They're already perfect to him. Plump, soft, and always making a statement. But he thinks they would look even better with his cum covering them. 

   He can't help but feel like such a pervert from how much he stares at them and daydreams… well maybe he is one who knows. 

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  It was a stormy night as Euijoo was starting to close up shop. Doing a final round of sweeping so he wouldn't have to clean it in the morning. As he had soft music playing in the background, his mind wandered off to you.

  He hadn't seen you earlier that day which bummed him out. But he still found himself smiling at the thought of seeing you, the jiggle of your chest calling to him to rest his head in them. 

  He nearly drooled in glee until his thoughts were interrupted by a knocking at the door. He nearly fell over in shock- no one comes by this late so it was a surprise.  

  And maybe he was dreaming because the person knocking at the glass shop door was you. Soaked from head to toe as you tried to shield yourself from the storm. 

  Snapping himself awake, he rushed over and let you inside. Normally he wouldn't let someone in this late but you would always get special treatment from him. 

  You shivered from the cold air in contrast to the rain, your arms wrapped around yourself in an attempt to warm up. 

  "T-thank you Euijoo- I don't know what I would've done if you weren't here." You gave him a warm smile which he returned. Looking away quickly and guiding you toward his office. 

  "No problem Y/n. We're friends after all. So why are you out so late?" He tried to avoid looking down at you from this angle. Your wet shirt clung to your skin, making your nipples stand out through the fabric. And that was on top of your cleavage glistening from the rain and staring at him. 

  Was it bad to say that he wanted to suck at your hardened nubs through the fabric, regardless of the material? He pushed the thought aside and handed you a towel and a spare uniform set he kept in there. 

  You thanked him as you started to pat yourself down to dry. His eyes once again roam down from your chest, down to your soaked shorts, bare thighs, and back to your sweet face again. 

  He licked his lips and swallowed hard. It's better he kept his thoughts to himself so he didn't scare you. 

  But it was like you came here with the sole purpose of teasing him, your focus now set on drying your chest. 

  Towel in hand, you swiped away at the water droplets in your chest before dipping beneath your shirt. Hand cupping your breasts as you dried them off as best as you could. 

  From where he was standing, Euijoo could see the slight bounce in them with each movement, unknowingly growing harder. 

  "Oh I'm gonna change if that's okay. These are too soaked to stay in unless I want to catch a cold. So let me just head out-" A giggle left you as you tried to fill in the silence. 

  " I'd rather stay and watch you- " 

  The room was even quieter than before after that sentence. Euijoo turned a deep red once he realized he had said that aloud. How was he supposed to recover from this?! 

  Oh no, oh no! By your face alone he was expecting a slap to the face or a scream to ring out. But he was met with silence. And somehow, that was even more terrifying. 

  "I-Im sorry! Pretend I didn't say anything! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Gosh, this was pathetic and embarrassing in every essence of the word. He wanted to hide away and just go back to his mental fantasy. 

  But with the way your eyes bore into him, he had no choice but to hold your gaze, shaking as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He could only hope you never told a soul what happened here, he'd be ruined. 

  You slowly started to approach him, and with every step, he felt himself unravel more and more until he fell to his knees. Unable to look away still. 

  To his surprise, your fingers grazed along his cheek before resting on his chin. Tilting his head up to never break eye contact. His lip trembled as a tear slipped out. 

   "What did you say Euijoo?" Your demeanor changed greatly. His heart raced and somehow, he felt himself twitch in his pants. 

  His lips shook as he spoke softly. "I- I didn't mean to, I'm sorry-" 

  A smirk spread across your lips as your eyebrow raised. "Really? How stupid do you think I am?" 

  His eyes were already shaking but still managed to widen. "W-what?" You leaned in, purposely pushing your chest closer to his face, his breath practically grazing across them. 

  "These are what you've been thinking about. Don't think I haven't seen your stares. I knew." 

  Euijoo couldn't deny it. He had been caught, clearly more than once. And it's like you played into his perversion all for the fun of it. 

  "I appreciate your admiration. You even gave me something to look forward to when choosing such outfits and all." 

  "B-but why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me to stop?" 

  "You can't figure it out? Silly Euijoo, I liked the chase. Seeing you blush up or shake, biting your lip when I'd do anything. Especially with these. " Running your hand across your exposed cleavage before squeezing down on one of your boobs. Even that got him to bite his lip and look away. 

   A chuckle bubbled up from your throat as your thumb caressed his cheek. "You're just a cute little pervert. Ready to crawl after me at a moment's notice."

  Your words, low and sweet, nearly had his eyes rolling back as the heat spread across his body. "What do you want baby? Tell Mommy and I just might grant your wish." 

  Oh fuck. Euijoo was ready to go belly up if you wanted him to. His tears had since dried up but now he found it hard to speak. His mouth opened and closed with no words coming out. 

  "Hm. You won't tell me? I'll just leave then-" 

  "No! P-please, don't go." He had to steady his mind. Little sparks are already tingling all over him. "I- can I play with your breasts, please?" 

  Seeming unsatisfied with that answer, he got desperate. "Please Mommy! I wanna suck on your nipples, play and squeeze on your chest, bury my face in your cleavage, please please!' 

  His pleas and tears started up again. Was there anything worse than pathetic? Cause that's how he was feeling. 

  A smile grew on your face and you laid a kiss on his forehead. Despite your wet clothes, you sat down in a chair and patted your bare thigh, summoning him like a puppy. 

  "If you want it, come help me undress." Euijoo nodded and crawled over to you. His hands trembling as he rested his fingers on your plump thighs. Trailing up to your hips and collecting the bottom of your soaked shirt. 

  Pulling it off slowly and tossing it to the side. His eyes were shamelessly glued to your chest now. Skin still damp from your clothes. His warm hands moved down to your shorts and had them removed too but his eyes never left their target. 

  He leaned in and with shaky breath placed a kiss in the center of your cleavage. Placing more kisses along your right breast before going over to the left. 

  A slight moan left your lips as he finally buried his face in your cleavage. Smothering himself and panting in relief. His face seemed to sink endlessly into the squishy flesh. 

  He was in heaven. His hands latching on and playing around with them. Squishing and molding them as he pleased. And to his dicks content as well. 

   Using his right hand, he snaked it around your side and unhooked your bra. Freeing your boobs and making him drool. His lips attached to your nipple with no hesitation. 

  A gasp left your body as your back arched before you could hold it back. Your hand latching into his hair and holding it down tight. A moan of his own vibrated against your flesh. His skilled tongue swirled around and left a trail of spit on your skin. Nibbling, sucking and licking like it was his life's purpose. 

  You couldn't help but melt into his touch. His skill was incredible for sure, and his desperation was clear. Your hips buckled involuntarily after he bit down and pulled on your nipple and squeezed down on the other. 

  "Good boy Euijoo, good boy~" The praise fell from your mouth before you could stop it. And it only encouraged him further. Leaving marks all over your breasts that you knew wouldn't fade by the morning. 

  All this time Euijoo was so focused on finally getting to experience this that he had neglected his hard dick. His hips start to grind down on your bare leg. 

  Simple grinding turned into full-on humping, his hips moving as if they had a mind of his own. His kissing and pampering of your breasts were interrupted by his panting. 

  His tongue lazily licked away as his fingers did more of the massaging and pinching. 

  "Oh, is the desperate baby boy ready to fuck? You want your cock to be touched huh?" Euijoo nodded desperately as his hips continued to move.

  Whining as he felt strained in his pants and desperate for a release ."Hm, do you want Mommy to help you?" Your hands already reaching down and undoing his pants before pulling them down.

  He nodded eagerly as guided him to sit on your lap. His legs straddled your thigh before he started to move them. Hard and uncontrolled thrusts as he buried his head into your shoulder. One hand latching onto your shoulder and the other holding your boob to stabilize himself. 

  Your hands held onto his hips, guiding him as he sped up. His tears started to run as his grip tightened, making you jump but still held him steady. 

  "Look at you, so needy. You're so cute when you're acting like a dumb slut." Euijoo whimpered and nodded. He couldn't disagree, even if he did, his mind knew you were right. 

   Looking down, you noticed a little wet spot start to form on his underwear. You smirked and slowed your grip, attempting to halt his movement. Much to his protest as he whined loudly. 

  "Mm, Mommy, please! Wanna cum badly, wanna cum please-" 

  You pressed your finger to his lips. "Shh, don't whine baby. Wouldn't you want to cum on Mommy's breasts instead?" 

  He gasped as his eyes practically glassed over. "Yes! Wanna cum on your chest please." He nuzzled his head into your shoulder, only adding to his cuteness. 

  "Good baby, now stand up for me." At record speed, he was on his feet. You chuckled and pulled down his underwear. His dick sprang out and practically slapped his stomach. A bit of precum smeared at his tip. 

  His shyness came through and he tried to look away. Instead, you grabbed his hips and pulled him closer. Wrapping a hand around his cock alone had his eyes shut and a whine leave him. 

  "Open your eyes, baby boy. You need to watch." 

  His body was already on fire and the tension was high but he obeyed, peeling his eyes open to watch you. Taking the tip of his cock into your mouth you sucked lightly and slowly took in more of him. 

  A string of moans came out as you took in more of him. Bobbing your head up and down to suck on his whole cock. 

  Euijoo felt a chill run down his back and his cock twitch. He was so close and eager, bucking his hips to chase his orgasm. He tried to stay calm but he was quickly falling apart. 

  "M-Mommy I'm close. Please-" He couldn't even contain himself anymore. His voice cracked as he cried out. If there were people in the store, you were sure they might've been able to hear you both. 

  As his hips still thrust you pulled away from him, taking your breast and squeezing them around his cock, moving them as to jerk him off with them and taking his tip into your mouth. 

  If Euijoo thought he was in heaven before, he feels as if he finally found bonus heaven. The soft warm flesh encircling his cock with your mouth was ready to make him come undone. And he knew it. 

  Pleading and begging more as he felt like he couldn't hold back anymore. "Mommy please, I can't- I wanna- please I wanna cum!" 

  Granting his wish, you pulled your mouth away but still held your breasts around him. "Then cum for Mommy baby." 

  A loud moan echoed in the room as he thrust his hips a few more times and came. Strings of cum shooting out and spraying not only onto your breasts but your neck and face too. Riding out his high with shallow thrusts until he stilled.

  Euijoo was shaking and panting heavily as he came down from his high. His body tingled with ecstasy as his knees went weak and he slumped against you. Maneuvering him into your lap as you wrapped your arms around him to keep him steady. 

  "Look at my good boy. Don't you feel good baby?" You placed kisses along his cheeks and face as he nodded. 

  His hand weakly reached up and cupped your breast. Eyes seemingly focused on them all over again. Still covered in his cum, he started to suck on your nipple softly. 

  He was clearly a simple man, adoring your breasts no matter what. Once one was clean, he moved to suck on the other one. It was almost like he needed to be feeling them.  

  Deciding not to ruin the moment you played with his hair and rubbed circles into his back. Praising him softly and enjoying his touch. Now wasn't the time to talk, although you already knew how you felt at the end of the day.

[loverofcats14]

The obey me brothers and dateables. (If not just Diavolo or Asmo) with a reader that is half incubi but tries to suppress those urges but everything just snaps one day??

Haha we share the same mind!

The Demon brothers never realized what your true nature was. You were a lust filled half incubis! You always suppressed your feelings to your friends however;at some point it failed when your heat season came. You tried suppresing it by putting ice packs in your clothes. And by sleeping earlier than usual but you can't keep it up for long-

You rammed into your room taking off your clothes in a frenzy. You needed your body to be free and pleased! But sadly you weren't so quiet to the build up

Lucifer: He heard you run to your room as he felt worried. He walked up to your room about to knock until he heard something heavy hit the floor- He opened the door to see your chest heaving,your hair all messed up,and your entrance leaking with cum. But the part that got him the most was how you were clutching his infamous jacket hugging it tightly- "It smells like you haha-"You just saw him walk in and didn't feel embarrassment.

"I um, hah, not fully mortal Luci-" you huffed your eyes filled with tears looking at him. Lucifer wasn't going to embarrass you knowing how he as well had animalistic urges. He also felt his tip leaking with precum as he walked up to you. "Don't worry my dear Mc you will feel so good I promise~" he sighed kissing you

Mammon: He was going to ask you if you found goldie and try to steal Levi's money until he heard a noise and ran up to your room. "Yo Mc! What h hah-" Mammon was in the doorframe as he saw you using a dildo as you let go just layed there. "Mammon I need you please- this doesn't compare to you~" you whined taking it out. Mammon felt glad you went to him and no one else. He started pulling his sweatpants down as he grabbed your thigh."Only come to me for this stuff human, I'm ya first." Mammon smiled as you knodded your head.

Leviathan: He was chilling in his bathtub playing some games as he heard a ding from his DDD

Can you please come over-?

Sure I can come Mc after my round! Σ(๑ゝᵕ•́

Please make it quick!

Levi was surprised he knew you never interrupt his gaming session. So he dropped his game knocking on your door. As he came in he was so close to passing out. You were in a very tight night gown it ridden up showing your cum ridden thighs. "Mc you shouldn't ask a yucky otaku for thi this kinda thing-!" Levi squeaked. "Please Levi, you are the only one I trust with this~" Leviathan's jealously kicked in he would be livid if you asked someone else. "Lets start number 2 player!" Levi started grabbing your thighs as you whimpered.

Asmo: To be fair he had an inkling you weren't normal mortal. And when he wanted to catch to in the act and he did. As he mused closing the door he saw you humping your pillow. "Aw Mc, let me help you~" You stopped as Asmo framed your figure. He started touching your nipples as you moaned so loudly. You tried holding it in as Asmo smiled. "Asmo don't hah tell anyone about me you know-" you whined as he kissed you. "This will be our little secret my Mc ♡ Besides Im expertised in this sort of thing haha!"

[xxemosceneacidscumxx]

Jeff the killer x FEM! Reader

~A Blinkless Gaze~

Part four

(Song: If im James dean, you’re Audrey Hepburn by Sleeping With Sirens)

I was going downstairs to get food in the midst of John and mom and John arguing. "NO, woman I do what I want." "But, John-" he raised his hand up. I realized that he's probably hit my mother. I got my food and minded my business. The noise of fighting lasted all night. Until they were fucking that is. Most of mom's attention went to John now.  The next day I made my way to Jeff. Hugging him tight. He bent down low to my ear. "What's your address?" I answered. And told him my address. A few days later he broke out of the hospital. John and mom were fucking in their room again. I heard my window open and got up to check it out and saw jeff. I helped him up into my room. He closed my window and hugged me picking me up. It was a tight hug. Then he kissed me. I kissed back. He put his hand in the middle of my back and pulled me closer, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Then, he slipped his tongue into my mouth and dragged me to my bed. He then laid us down and went for my neck, giving gentle love bites and licks as he looked for my sweet spot. I ran my fingers through his black hair, and panted as he found it. He began to suck really hard, with an occasional bite. Jeff suddenly pulled away to take his shirt off, also ditching his pants, leaving him in his boxers. I got up and locked the door real quick and ran back to bed, where Jeff pinned me down and kissed me some more. I sat up to take my shirt off as well as my pajama pants, leaving me in just my underwear. Jeff looked at me with a hungry looking expression. I Lied back down and let him do what he was gonna do, he went for my tits as he forced his boner to my twat and then started to dry hump me. I felt this sense of bliss and a bit of pleasure while he did this, and then he looked up at me, "do you trust me?" "Yes", his smile got wider. "Good." He pulled off my panties and took off his boxers, and within seconds, he was slowly pushing his penis inside of me. I held him tightly, because it kinda hurt. "It'll pass" he whispered into my ear. Now it was all the way in, and we just sat there for a minute. "How'd you get out?" I asked him. "I broke the window." "Oh." "Could I move now?" "Yeah".  He began to pump in and out of me slowly. I could audible hear his quiet grunts and pants, as he buried his face into the pillow right next to my head. It didn't feel like much, but it didn't hurt anymore. "Jeff? Could you go a little faster?" "Sure thing precious" he went faster, it was more than a little bit, but that's ok.  I panted and breathed heavily as he caused me bliss. "Can I try something?" He asked looking me in my eyes. "Do whatever you want" I whisper moaned. He leaned his head down and bit, kinda hard. I gasped and gripped his hair, holding his head to my neck. "You like that?" He asked pressing his mouth against my neck. "Yes" I said trying not to be too loud. "Want some more?" "Yes" I said a little louder as I noticed a buildup in my core. A few more minutes passed and my eyes widened and my breath hitched as my legs shot in the air. Jeff went a little harder. "Fuck" he whispered, scrunching up his face. I grunted and whined quietly as I felt my buildup releasing in the most pleasant way. Jeff went faster again, and held his breath for a moment. I watched his eyes roll back and I felt something hot and runny fill my insides. He brought his face close to mine as he caught his breath. I kissed him. "I love you Jeff" "I loved you the moment I saw you." He responded. I hugged him.

[sexygrass]

Leo! Baby! How ya doin??

I saw something about requests for hyuck🤔

What about a needy hyuck with an oral fixation so like he needs to have something in his mouth to feel better yk, fingers, tits, giving head just for the sake of how it feels on his tongue. A whipped hyuck, if you will.

I know you'll do wonders with this🤌🏽✨

Omg, thanks bae🥹

I had a lot of fun writing this, more than I should. It's not what you exactly wanted but will soon write a better one, promise

here's, hope u like it!

Lesson (M)

Pairing: needy! Sub! Haechan x mean! Dom! Fem Reader

Warning: handjob, humping, punishment, bratty haechan, pet names, degradation, breeding, slight exhibition, haechan is just so whipped, clingy haecahan, fingers sucking, edging, stimulation. If I forget anything, lmk.

Word Count: idk

I didn't proofread, so bear with any mistakes;)

Haechan was stressed, cramming as much as he could for his upcoming exam. He thought he he didn't have much, but once he started reading the notes that he begged renjun to send him, he realized he was in for a long day.

Chewing on his pen one too many times, he felt his saliva drip down his hand and nearly wet his paper. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he pushed his classes up his nose, "fuck this, im tired."

standing up, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water before grabbing his phone from the table next to him, checking on the time, his brows furrowed: you were hour late. No wonder he felt suffocated without your presence.

He was a very clingy boyfriend who had no understanding of personal space. He'd be in your business all the time and will complain and nag and nag at you for not taking him with you to your gatherings with your colleagues, he'd always say that he has to be there to let people know that you're taken so none of your disgustingly-handsome friends make a move on you but in reality, he was just clingy and very possessive over you and you know.

Deciding to text you to know when you will come back, he leaned on the counter and started typing, his bottom lip between his front teeth.

Me: mommy~~ when will you come back? I'm boreddd ~ need youuu :((

Mama Bear: I'll be home soon baby, just had extra work to do. I'll bring dinner with me but promise me to behave

"She won't be here soon then," he slumped his shoulders with a visible pout on his lips, but your last message ignited an idea in his head.

Giggling, he danced his way into your shared bedroom, his exam's preparation long forgotten.

He wanted to wait for you to come back from your work and spend some time with him to help him relax but you're late and he misses you and the little demon on his shoulder's idea seems more fun than sitting idly by and waiting.

Taking his clothes off and itting on the edge of the bed, he took a deep breath. He knew he'll get punished for doing what he's about to do, but he was already hard at the idea alone.

Running his hand over his stomach and down to his growing bulge, he hissed before throwing his head back into the bed, "I think I got tamed, I can't do it. woah." he looked around the room, and once his eyes landed on your perfumes, he smirked before stumbing to his feet and grabbing the bottle, spraying generous amount on a pillow, he got rid of his boxer and slowly started humping.

Once his sensetive cock head made contact with the harsh material, hyuck let out a porngraphic moan at the friction and a dark patch already formed from his precum, smelling your perfume and feeling it surrounding him, he whimperd when he picked his pace and started rutting against the pillow desperately, his moans growing high pitched as he called for your name with closed eyes while picturing you standing before him, degrading him and teasing him, calling him a needy slut. He can almost hear your voice, and that made him whine louder.

He knows he will get his ass fucked into next Friday once you find out but that made him moan louder. He wondered if you would like his show and praise him or mock him for being so needy for you, and defently punish him.

he imagined you using him as fuck toy, overstimulating him and slapping him around whenever he didn't answer whatever you said to him and make him cry from the overstimulation, till you break him.

A particular lewd moan rips from his throat at the possibility of you walking in any moment and catching him touching himself, the anxiousness and anxiousness of being caught sending him over the edge.

feeling his thighs shake, he threw his head back, his glasses fooged up as his sweaty hair damped on his forehead, "F-fuuck, mommy! Gonna c'm—" he stilled before spilling his load on the pillow case, some cum painted his stomach white and the rest dripped down his hhighs before he fell backside on the bed with a whimper.

"Tired already?" Your soft voice made him snap his eyes open and slowly turn to look at you. Sitting on his knees on the bed, he smirked at you, "you're late," he gave you a cheeky smile, spreading his thighs to give you a glance at his glistening cock.

The realization that you mightve been there watching him all along made his softening cock harden.

Letting a low chuckle, you walked towards the edge of the bed where he was spreading his thighs for you. Leaning in, you stroked over his cheek, pushing some of his damp hair off his face to get a close look at his gazed eyes that were filled with lust.

Running your thumb over his wet lips, he absentmindly opened them. feeling the tip of his tongue brushing at your fingertip, you dipped your thumb inside his mouth, and he hummed happily around your digget as he sucked on it.

You smiled down at him, your free hand caressing his skin, going from his neck to his chest, making sure to avoid his nipple, to his stomach and then to his cock.

Haecahn whimpered, and you were quick to take your finger out of his mouth. "Mommy, I'm—"

Pushing your middle and rung finger back into his mouth, he choked around them, "I don't want to hear you. You broke the one rule we have because you were such a needy slut that couldn't wait to get fucked, so now, you will get treated like one, understood?"

You pushed him on the bed, your fingers still in his mouth. getting no response, you pressed on his tongue, and he gagged before nodding his head.

Smiling, you pushed with your other hand his glasses that were slightly falling up his nose.

Wrapping your hand around his sensetive dick, you started pumping him slowly, enjoying how he whined around your fingers to go faster. "Bad boys don't get what they want." You murmur, mouth at his thigh, and when you sucked a hickey, he moaned, arching his back.

Pulling you wet fingers and replacing them with your other hand, you used his saliva as lube, and without warning, you breeched his hole, making him gasp.

"Y-yes fuck," adding a finger, you curled them inside and hyuck cried, fucking into your fingers, desperately. "Love your fingers, s'much," he mumbled, drooling.

Pressing your thumb on his leaking slit, he whales and clutches the sheet for dear life at the stimulation.

He knew he wont cum any time soon, he knows you wont give it to him that easily and he was thankful. He was a slut for punishment and you both knows. It was why he kept breaking your rules, so you'd break him later.

Pinching his nipple between your index and middle finger, he cried, and his thighs started to shake, feeling his orgasm coursing through his vain, his eyes crossed when you hit his prostate, but when you wrapped around the base of his cock, staving his orgasm, he whined and weakly tried pulling your wrist off so he'd cum –a mistake he knew he shouldn't do – you slapped his hand away, smirking, you laughed at how desperate he looked. His glasses fogged with tears running down his flushed face.

"Please, I- please," you scoffed, pressing hard on the hickies on his thighs, and he whimperd. "Please, what?" You mocked, "is that all you know? Is that how I taught you to beg?" You added a third finger, and his eyes rolled into his skull

Clutching the sheets harder, you feared he might rip them, he was going insane, the pleasure was too much. Your fingers in his ass, your hand around his dick and he felt your warm mouth around his nipples, his vision went black.

"Mommy," a low whine made you look over your shoulder. With a smile, you rolled in your chair and faced the sleepy man. "Morning, hyuckie," you greeted with a teasing smile.

Looking around the room, his brows furrowed. "Was it a dream?" He muttered before reaching to rub on his face, but when his body stinged in pain and he slowly felt the sorness in his legs, he stilled.

"I guess you're all barks, no bites. You passed out. And I'm still mad at you but hey, guess I fucked you so well," leaning down, you pressed a chast kiss to his forehead and pecked his parted lips, "breakfast is ready. I'll drop you by, do well in your exam, and I'll consider forgiven you."

Haechan was in trance. He didn't hear anything you said, but the lingering feeling of your soft lips on his skin made him snap, "exam? What exam—HOLY SHIT"