#is it GLUED onto her FACE- there's no fucking string thing!

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

WHAT is going on with Vaggie please i need to pry open her skull

girl stood out from the Exorcist with her single-stripe wings, they get torn off, she gets kicked out-

her hair was short like Lute's back then

probably another thing all Exorcists are supposed to be in lock step about- bloodlust, murder, looking almost identical in uniform (vaggie thought no one would know her out of uniform) (Wrong)

Charlie finds her. Charlie, who has long hair, and 3 years later Vaggie's grown her hair out too

and it's a sign of her new life with Charlie. as Carmilla kicks her butt Vaggie complains she's "not used to fighting with long hair-"

she hasn't had to fight in a long time

she's been CHOOSING not to, new life, new hair style, new her-

EXCECEPT not. Her long hair? Has the Exorcist double stripes that her old wings never did

her new clothes? oh yes she's got a skirt now, she's in red to match Charlie, she's dressed to manage a hotel not slaughter people- but the thigh highs and long gloves of the Exorcist uniform are still there too

it's there even when she gears up to FIGHT them

and when her wings come back- When her NEW wings grow in???- they still have just that ONE stripe. THEY didn't change. The hair thing, it isn't her aging into double stipes in three years- it's either natural and something the short hair hid, or deliberate and new, and which one would be more unsettling?

which one would be more fucked up- finding out you finally fit in when you can't anymore, or still trying to fit in when you absolutely don't want to?

it's like she grew out her hair to get away from her past, but also, it's a reminder of it? wings gone. long, twice-banded hair flowing down her back instead, filling in the space where her wings used to be

why the red X over her lost eye? a mirror of an Exorcist's mask-

(some have the right eye crossed out, some the left, one of their few small variations)

why not just a normal patch? Why not a hairstyle that'd cover it completely?? Why underline the reminder and MAKE it impossible to ignore- is she proud of it? The eye she lost for not doing something she knew was wrong? Why is she keeping so much of the Exorcist look- habit? nostalgia? homesickness? guilt????

Or is she retaking them for herself? Vaggie what are you thinking while you do all this- you HATE angels and heaven and the Exorcists and everything you were- Did you think it all meant something different, before realizing the truth? Something you could follow and be proud of?

are you trying to make all those things mean everything you once thought they did

or is being an exorcist still such a big part of you that you, shit liar that you are, can't cut it out of your life as easily as Lute did with your eye?

.... but your wings. They came back different.

they look even less like a proper Exorcists wings than before

(maybe because heaven didn't give them to you this time. you found them down here, in hell, with Charlie)

you AREN'T an exorcist! you don't kill sinners, you fight for them, you're trying to help save them, you're trying to redeem yourself right along side them, why why why WHY

why do you keep looking so much like the people you hate?-

oh. right. you hate yourself don't you. only... it's not ALL of yourself

i don't think your wings would have come back, if you hated the part of you that loves Charlie (it's the only thing you're clinging to, in fact. the hope that you won't fail her. that you can help her) (you hate yourself each time you fail- but you still try again) (you've never failed when it comes to that) (you've never given up on somehow being who she needs you to be)

do you REALIZE there's more to you now than the parts you hate?

hmm. i wonder

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw - Stepbrother choso, soft dom Choso?, fingering, pussy eating, squirting but reader didn't know what it was, oversimulation, ass play. Reader is 18 about to start college and choso is 23. This shit is honestly pretty filthy. I'm sorry for any errors.

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(Twitter link for visual at the end)

Thinking about...

Your mom getting remarried to another man and you having to move into a new house and adjust to your new household, it wasn't going to be easy, it's a whole different chapter of your life beginning and a lot of things were going to change and be different.

But no matter what you vowed to try your very best to make everything easier for your mom, whatever it takes. She been through a lot in her past relationship and now she's finally happy and smiling so you'll do anything you possibly can to keep it that way. It's just so weird being the only child and now having to get used to having a new sibling, he was 5 years older than you, you don't really interact with him that much, you just wanna get all this over with till you can finally move out and begin college once summer ends.

Well things just happened to take an unexpected turn pretty fast.

"Be a good girl for me and keep still yeah?" he whispered to you while slamming two of his long thick fingers into your cunt nonstop. It was too much, he made you came on his fingers two times already yet he still kept going, scissoring and curling his digits against your tight walls while he fucks it in and out of you, the wet squelch of your cunt filling the room. He had you laying on his lap with your body folded on half, one of his hands gripping your thigh while the other is plunging into your cunt, you couldn't help but squirm on top of him.

"T'much, c-can't anymore please, t'much cho" you whimpered, nails sinking into his forearm.

He looked down at you smirking, "Cum f'me one more time then I'll stop, deal?", you reluctantly nodded your head, your poor cunt was so sore from all the times he'd do stuff like this, which is every night when your parents are asleep he'd sneak into your room and play with your poor little cunny so he can prepare you for when he's gonna give you the real thing and fuck you silly with his thick cock.

"Fuckkk baby you have no idea how much I wanna sink my cock into this cunt right now", He hisses, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, his cock straining to be released from his boxers.

"Need you to cum f'me right now, c'mon princess you can do it". He encourages, fucking his fingers into your slopping cunt knuckles deep, faster and faster, hitting your sweet spot while he brought his thumb to your clit, flickering and rubbing small circles on it as he helped you climb to your orgasm.

Your head fell back against his chest as you came undone on his fingers. You cried out as he continued pumping his fingers inside of you throughout your orgasm, your toes curling while your eyes were rolling back of your head.

His eyes were glued to your body and face, paying attention to how your body reacted while your cumming, how you look so pretty with your eyes rolling back, he can't wait to see that exact scene but with his cock splitting your tight in half instead.

You came so much, your juices were leaking onto his lap, he licked his lips looking at how creamy your cunt was glistening as he slowly began pulling his fingers out of you. Strings of your slick connecting to your cunt and his fingers before snapping when he pulled away.

"Such a messy girl, see all the dirty mess you made princess?" he chuckled "What kind of big brother would i be if I don't help my sweet little sister clean all of this up?" He questions before he manhandles your body from his lap and places your back onto the bed.

He quickly got between your thighs, pressing both back towards you so your body could be folded, he took a moment to stare at your leaky wet cunt, the way there's cum dripping out of your entrance, leaking down to your asshole it was so messy. He dragged his tongue to your asshole before licking all the cum off it in one swipe up to your cunt, then he started lapping your entrance, making sure to clean and lick all the cum off with his tongue in the process so he could taste you, he loves eating your cunt so fucking much, the taste drives him absolutely crazy, always making him coming back for more. It was delicious.

"F-fuck!" you hiccupped "N-not so fast cho, s'much slow down please" you cried out, trying to push his head away, tugging on his hair, only to earn a groan from him while he ignored you and kept slurping on your cunt like a hungry man that just got his favorite meal for the first time in forever.

He kept swirling his tongue on your clit while his fingers are digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions while your loud moans and cries filled the room.

It was just too much; your legs were shaking, you tried to move yourself but couldn't because of his strong grip on your thighs. All you could do is lay there, whimpering and crying as he feasts on your poor cunt. You felt your tummy start feeling weird, everything started feeling strange, like something different was about to happen. The new sensation of your body being stimulated launching you over the edge, making you jolt and writhe.

"Oh my god! Oh my god cho! Something's coming, feel so weird fu-fuck!" you warned, panicking as you attempt to try and push his head away only for his grip around your thighs to get tighter, he starts sucking your clit, as he pushes two of his fingers into your soppy fuckhole, fingerfucking the shit out of you, it was honestly so fucking nasty, the noises that were being made, literally everything. He was acting like an actual fucking animal, groaning into your pussy while he's slurping and sucking on your clit as his thick fingers working its way in and out of your wet sloppy cunny. Your brain gets all fuzzy and blank as you released whatever it was, clear liquid gushing out of you like a fucking water hose, your back arching against the bed as you grip onto the sheets screaming, you might've even woken your parents up for fuck's sake. You squirted all over Choso's pretty face, his shirt was drenched, his fingers, everything. Yet that nasty motherfucker still kept licking up your leaking cunt, his tongue lapping up all your juices from your dripping hole then he makes his way to your asshole, circling his tongue around your puckered hole before giving it a few kitten licks, making sure that he licks up every bit of your pussy juice since it seems like a burden to him to let any go to waste. Flickering his tongue on your hole as it's fluttering and winks against the pad of it while his long fingers still slamming into your poor tired hole. It was so fucking much that you felt like passing out as you start crying and whimpering even more.

After he was 100% sure he licked your cunny and everywhere else squeaky clean and was satisfied, he pulls away from you, panting and trying to catch his breath before moving closer towards you, he picks your head up with his arms, cradling it while wiping away your pathetic tears.

"S'okay princess I got you it's okay" he allows you to catch your breath as you calm yourself down. "Did so well f'me, such a good girl, aren't you?". He cooed, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"Cho-choso what was that! What happened!??" you asked nervously. "It's nothing bad baby, don't worry about it, you did a great job".

"Gonna make you do that same shit again tomorrow but on my fucking cock got it?".

Bonus

Visual on how he was eating your cunt but he was def doing way more than that since he's such a sick desperate fucker.

[tiffsturniolo]

K.

m.s oneshot

a/n: i wrote this is ten minutes cause i havent wrote in ages! i love this song and i think this is kinda my interpretation of it

warnings: MATTS POV, use of y/n, simple sex, fwb ish, unprotected sex (just assume your on the pill), super short cause the songs short ✌️

⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚🖤 ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚🍽️ ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚🖤 ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚🍽️ ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚

“fuck fuck fuck fuck! matt dont stop” you scream out as i pound into you from behind.

i groan at your whines and goes faster “i wasn’t planning on it” i mumble

right. how did i get here?

it started off as a simple, normal day; hanging out with my best friend y/n. we were both horny. lets just say that and one thing lead to another.. blah blah blah, we fucked. no strings attached of course, it was just two pals helping each other out. thats what friends are for right? except im madly in love with her.

i grip my hands around your waist, not too hard, and throw my head back in pleasure. everything’s perfect. im having sex with the most beautiful, heavenly, girl of my dreams. i really hope this isn’t a dream. if so, i never wanna wake up.

your walls squeeze around my cock, finishing with a loud moan

your sensual moan was enough to make me finish inside you.

i gently pull out of you as if scared to break you and flop down next to you. we both take a moment to catch our breath and let our minds process what just happened

after several minutes of deafening silence, i can see you inspecting me out of my peripheral vision. your eyes are glued onto my face, a slight smile on your face.

i suddenly become very aware of what i look like, wiping the beads of sweats off my forehead and attempting to fix my hair.

that look on your face wasn’t a very subtle one. the way your ocean blue eyes were staring intently into mine and that your lips were glued up in a smirk. you liked me back.

you exhale, shaking your head like you were ashamed of yourself. “dinner then?” you say sitting up and getting out of my bed and retrieving your clothes that had previously been thrown across my floor

i had almost completely forgot we had plans for dinner this evening. i just nod, grabbing my clothes and walking into the bathroom.

we have just finished eating and are waiting for the cheque. the whole time we were eating, we didn’t speak much. i convinced myself maybe its cause we’re eating y’know? dont wanna eat with our mouths open. but even when i tried to start a conversation you would just reply with a “mhm” or nod.

we pay and exit the restaurant. i start walking to my car but turn around to notice your not following me

“i think im gonna walk home” you say, pointing the opposite way

i stare at you blankly for a second. i dont wanna be rude and make you walk home all by yourself but, the car ride would be pretty awkward anyway “oh- yeah, yeah thats fine” i nod

you walk towards me, a look on your face which i cant really read, but hopefully a good one cause of the smile on your face

“that was really fun” you smile, pulling me into a tight hug

im shocked for a second but waste no time in reciprocating the hug, taking a whiff of your sweet hair

“goodbye”

little did i know that would be our last goodbye

y/n

2 months ago

wanna come round mine tomorrow?

chris and nick found a really good movie they wanna watch with you

6 weeks ago

you okay y/n?

4 weeks ago

im sorry if i made things awkward

we can just pretend nothing happened i swear

we can go back to normal i dont care

2 weeks ago

y/n come on

please we all miss you

i miss you

come back

i miss her. too much.

nothings the same without her, her laugh, her smile, her presence, her touch.

everyday i think about how she felt inside me but with each day that goes by, i slowly forget.

chris and nick have been trying to get in touch with her, no luck. they still remain oblivious of why shes cut us off and the guilt eats me alive.

she didn’t have to leave. if she found it awkward, we could just pretend it didn’t happen. if she likes me back, god little does she know im obsessed with her. everything’s ruined now, our friendship, our chances of getting together, my life.

y/n come right back

[archangeldyke-all]

What do we think about sucking Sevika's strap and her getting so worked up from it that she just has to get rid of the harness, throw you on the bed (better for the knees, she couldn't hurt her lady yk) and just needs to ride your messy mouth?

a million thoughts. a billion, in fact.

men and minors dni

she's been so good for you today. really.

you'd promised her you were all hers after a few errands in the morning today, so sevika decided to accompany you on your quick stops.

but those few errands ended up turning into a wild goose chase all across town, and what was meant to be an hour or two out of the house turned into a full-day event.

and sevika's been so patient.

not complaining once while the two of you stood in endless lines. being endlessly patient as she helped you navigate aisles and fill out paperwork. looking so incredibly tempting all day in her weekend sweat-pants that barely conceal the fact that she's hard packing.

you haven't made it easy for her, either. you know your eyes are glued on the bulge in her pants, you know she can feel you eye fucking her. you've 'accidentally' bumped your ass against her crotch several times, and your tank top has mysteriously been pulled further and further down your cleavage as the day goes on.

and now you're finally home. and the groceries are in the fridge, and sevika's putting all your paperwork away in your file cabinet, and you think you'll die if you don't get your hands on her now.

so you cross the room in three long strides, turn sevika around by her hips, and drop to the floor on your knees in front of her, not giving her a second to even be surprised before pulling her sweats down to her legs.

"b-baby... what are you--"

sevika gasps, one of her hands shooting out to grab the wall behind her, the other reaching forward to cup your cheek. you hum and lean forward, nuzzling your face against the bulge in her boxers. she lets out a breathy whimper.

"lemme put my mouth on you?" you ask, blinking up at her. sevika chokes on her breath, then starts rapidly nodding. you grin and tug her boxers down.

you both gasp when she's revealed to you. a string of her arousal stretches from her cunt to the gusset of her boxers until it breaks and lands on her thigh. she's wearing her favorite cock, not quite her biggest but definitely her most life-like. you feel your mouth water, your jaw opening automatically at the sight of her.

"oh, sev." you whisper, enchanted by the sight of her. her abs twitch and shudder, and you grin, your eyes snapping up to hers. "been so patient. waiting all day for me, huh?" you ask. sevika whimpers and nods.

"fuck. all day. you're a tease, you know?" she asks. you chuckle, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of her cock. she squeaks.

"'m sorry babe. you can have me now..." you say, kissing a line down her cock, nuzzling against her inner thigh while you wait for her to snap. her free hand comes to cup the other side of your head, her hands scratching at your scalp. you blink up at her and grin. "fuck my mouth baby." you encourage.

she whines, leans down quickly to press her lips against yours, then stands back up, not giving you a moment's notice before she shoves your cock past your lips and down your throat.

"fuckkkk--" sevika groans as you choke around her. she slowly eases your face further and further down her cock until you're gagging and choking against the entire thing, your nose brushing her pubes, your eyes watering as you blink up at her. she holds you there, staring into your eyes with an awe-struck look, and when you finally cringe and start to sputter, she pulls you off roughly.

you gasp, a flood of drool running down your chin and neck. sevika's cock is soaked, and she's panting like she's run a marathon above you. you grin.

"gimmie more." you say. sevika grunts, and pulls you back onto her cock. she holds your head steady this time, thrusting her hips in and out of your mouth, fucking you like a toy. disgusting squelching gagging noises escape your mouth when you're not moaning and gasping and choking on your spit and her cock.

sevika's mouth is hanging open, and she's staring at you so intensely you'd think she hates you if it weren't for the words escaping her mouth.

"oh, shit, baby. fuck, fuck fuck, i love you, i love you, i love this fucking throat, love the way you cry on my cock-- shit!" she pulls you off of her dick and you gasp, blinking up at her.

"what?" you ask, panting and trying to duck forward to take her back in your mouth. sevika snorts, pushing you away from her with a palm to your forehead.

"get up." she laughs, reaching down to tuck her hands under your armpits and pull you to your feet. you burst into laughter as sevika half leads, half drags you toward your bedroom.

she throws you onto the bed, and you laugh as you watch her stumble her way out of her strap-on, getting trapped in the thing before falling on top of you on the bed. you snort, reaching down to help her untangle herself, and once she's free she continues her climb up your body.

before she sits her dripping wet cunt down against your drooling mouth she pauses, hovering a few inches above you. you crane your neck up to lick at her, but she stops you again with a hand to your forehead.

"sev, please." you whine. she chuckles.

"i love you, baby." she says. you grin.

"i love you too." you say.

it's the last thing you say for a while.

she's a mess. you don't know if you're soaked in your saliva or her arousal, but you're pretty sure it's mostly her. each time you manage to catch her clit between your lips and give it a suck, she squirts a little bit on you. each time you get your tongue inside of her, her legs tremble.

she's not even upright anymore, she's on all fours, her hands clenching the pillows a few feet above you as she grinds her cunt against your face.

she's incoherent. you're not sure if it's because her thighs are muffling her words or if she's really just that fucked out, but all you can hear from her is "b-b-baby, baby, baby, shit, fuck, love you, fuck!"

and when she cums, she nearly kills you. you're not upset about it, in fact, you nearly cum about it when you start choking on her cum and suffocating under her cunt and thighs.

she's not too keen on the idea of you dying between her legs, though, because before she can fully stop cumming she tumbles off of you onto her side, her hand coming down to cup her quivering cunt as she rides out the end of her orgasm.

you chuckle, reaching up to pat her legs as she whines and whimpers on the bedsheets above you.

eventually, sevika gathers her strength enough to flop over and look at you. she bursts into laughter when she does.

"what?" you ask, giggling as you pant while trying to catch your breath.

"you're laying in a puddle. your shirt's ruined." she says. you grin.

"'s a sign of a job well done." you say, wiggling proudly. sevika snorts, then kisses your lips.

"help me back in the strap-on 'n i'll help you make a mess of your own." she offers. you burst into laughter and kiss her again.

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[newtonsheffield]

Kate Sharma, World Number 1, and Anthony Bridgerton, Unranked in pumped up from the little bright things by Moomin_94 (newtonsheffield)

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!

Anthony felt the sweat dripping down his neck, the heat of the morning sun already burning into his skin as his shoulder twinged and the ball flew past him.

This was a terrible fucking idea. Terrible. Just take that fucking job at the club and be done with this. Please just be done. If it’s hurting already you’ll never get through the first match. Let alone the tournament.

He loved Wimbledon. He loved everything about it. The smell of the grass and the strawberries and the roar of the crowd. It had always been his favourite tournament. As cliche as that was. He’d said so many times that Wimbledon had been his first Grand Slam and he’d love for it to be his last. He’d been sure that wouldn’t ever happen. That he’d never get a wild card, never get back to where he’d been and now here he was, the tournament not even started yet and he could already feel his shoulder threatening to give way.

He dropped into a crouch, waiting for the ball machine to wind up again, his eyes intently fixed as the ball popped from the machine, flying across the court towards him. He pulled back his arm, and-

“You need to move your feet more.”

Anthony’s concentration broke and he felt the ball clip him on the chin, letting out a yelp of pain and still he wasn’t focused on that. Because Kate Sharma was leaning against the metal fence, watching him curiously. Her dark curly hair was tumbling around her face and she had a sweater draped over her shoulders her sneakers custom printed with her name along the midsole.

Everyone knew Kate Sharma. Well, knew of her at least. She’d burst onto the scene at 16 and won the Australian Open. Her very first grand slam, right out of the gate. Anthony had already been well past whatever part of his career could ever be called the prime and he remembered watching her play with something jealous in his chest for how sure she was of her talent. He’d slipped to world number 93 by then which he supposed was a damn sight better than where he was now.

Anthony clutched his chin, covertly looking behind him to make sure she’d actually been asking to him, “I’m sorry?”

Kate dropped her racquet bag and another ball flew past him. “Are your feet glued to the floor?”

Anthony couldn’t help but gape at how bold she was as she crouched in front of her bag, her legs long in her bike shorts. “Not…today.”

He could have sworn he heard her chuckle as she dropped her sweater to the ground and pulled out her racquet, checking the strings. She mimicked his voice, “Not today.” She turned off the ball machine when she reached the other side of the court, stood in her shorts and sports bra, her hair still loose. “Are there days where they are?”

Anthony blinked at her, “Sorry… what are you…?”

“You’re not going to get anywhere with a ball machine.” She said it as if it as obvious.

“Do you even know who I am?”

He hated to say it but she was at least a decade younger than he was and she might very well not have any idea. Kate raised her eyebrow, “I know who you are, Anthony. Are you going to serve? You could use the one that hit you.”

Anthony rolled his eyes, picking up the ball “Don’t even want to tie your hair back?”

Kate chuckled, the noise echoing across the court, “No. I won’t be sweating. Don’t worry, Anthony, I’ll take it easy on you. I’ll use one hand and everything.”

A Wimbledon AU

[cocoaandco]

Wildflower - George Russell x f!reader [prologue]

You and Delilah have been friends for years. When Delilah finds out the boy she loves has fallen for someone else, she seeks refuge in your arms. Little does she know you are the very reason for her undoing.

PROLOGUE

You smile as you shut the door to your apartment. The warmth that spread through your body was unmatched. In fact, you began to wonder if you had ever felt such a way before. The grin that was plastered on your face failed to dissipate, as if it had been stretched and glued that way.

You touch your cheeks, feeling how warm they were. How rosy they must have been the entire night, an evening where the blushing was endless. It was the middle of August in Melbourne, most nights had you spending countless dollars on the gas bill in order to heat the house. But tonight was different. No, not tonight. Your body was warm. Like you had been wrapped in an electric blanket and fed the best soup made by your Nonna. That just wasn’t true, though.

Your warmth was a direct result of your happiness. It’s crazy how a man you barely know could make you feel things that men you had allowed into your life and trusted in long term relationships had never come close to creating. You close your eyes, press your back against the, now closed door, and slide down. You bring a hand to your mouth, feeling the smile on your lips and pressing them against your palm before giggling.

God, I must look like a teenage girl! The giggling continues as you bring your hands from your mouth and look down at them, seeing that your lip gloss had smudged itself on your palm. You are startled when you hear a low chuckle sound from the other side of the door, before footsteps boom, growing softer as they moved away from the door and down the hallway. Oh my goodness, you thought to yourself, he just heard my fucking giddy laugh.

Springing to your feet, you move away from the doorway in embarrassment, and head to your kitchen. You switch on the kettle and pull out a stool from under your island bench. You sigh as you finally sit down, you must have walked around Church street for hours. As you wait for the kettle to boil, you think back to the past 24 hours and how the string of events followed through as a result.

————

36 hours prior. Thursday 9.30am

“Dan, I really don’t care about the bullshit corporate boxes. If you don’t release more upper ground seating to the public, we’re gonna have half empty stands to answer for!” You exclaim into your phone, gripping it tighter as if that would sway Dan into agreement.

You worked for the MCG, Melbourne’s biggest sporting venue, and had multiple blockbuster AFL matches to plan for that weekend, the biggest being Friday night’s class between Carlton and Essendon. The two teams are historical rivals that always draw large crowds and today was Thursday, the day before. Supporters from around the state were going nuts on every radio station and media outlet spraying the league for its lack of seating for the match. The problem? The large corporations hoarding the seats for businesses and international clients that had no real interest in the match, taking away from die hard fans.

Who has to deal with this problem? Why of course, it’s you. And the fact that you had gotten the train this morning made your venture that much more aggravating as the quiet roads were filled with electric scooters rather than cars. This probably seems like a boring and rather complex issue, so don’t worry, it is not pivotal to your story, Y/N.

“Y/N, listen. We can’t release those seats, we anticipate a large turnout from the upper tiers-”

“You’re telling me 8,000 seats are being put aside for Melbourne Demons supporters for a Bombers v Blues match?”

“Come on, Y/L/N. You know Demons supporters aren’t the only MCC members.”

“No but they make up the majority. I am doing your job- Shit!” All of a sudden something pushes into your back and you are sprung from the pavement and onto the road. You squeeze your eyes shut as you see a single vehicle plummet towards you. A large black car swerves before jolting to a stop just beside where you have fallen on your face.

You press your palms into the road, and push yourself up. You snap your head in the direction of an electric scooter which has zoomed off after screaming a “Sorry!”

“Fucking idiot!” You scream out. “Ugh!” You kneel down and locate your phone which is actually just a scrap of metal as it has been completely squashed by the wheel on the black car.

“Well, I guess thats a ‘no’ from Dan.” You mutter to yourself. Dusting your skirt off, you examine your outfit for any rips or pulls before returning to the sidewalk. You lift your head to notice the black car has not moved. Shrugging you continue to walk and wave off the car to let it know your alright.

Immediately, the rear passenger door swings open and a tall fair headed man hops out before approaching you. “Are you alright there?” He calls.

You laugh at his accent and continue to walk away from him, towards your office. “I’ll be alright mate, don’t worry about me!”

He frowns down and jogs lightly to catch up. “No seriously, are you okay? You were pushed and fell pretty hard.” You shrug.

“Im alive aren’t I?” He raises an eyebrow, “well you didn’t hit me, your car is alright, I’m in one piece.” He walks with you and motions to your hand, holding what was once your functioning phone.

“I’ll get work to get me a new one, it’s not a big deal.” Thats a lie, your work will not get you a new one.

“No, no. I almost ran you over, let me buy you a new one.” You furrow your eyebrows at him before shaking your head with a chuckle.

“Thats really not necessary, I need to get to work so I’ll just-”

“Well then what about a coffee? Tomorrow perhaps?” He quizzed. This brought you to a halt, which also stopped the tall man. You fold your arms over your chest before looking up to his face. This is the first time you’re able to take in his appearance.

He has wide bright blue eyes and fluffy eyebrows. His nose is large and pointed and he has defined cheekbones with a sharp jawline. His lips are full and pink, complimenting his soft cool brown hair. A gorgeously defined man, he does not look British at all. He wears a classically smart casual outfit that looks like it came straight from an R.M Williams catalogue; refined and sleek.

“Who are you?”

“Erm.” He coughs, “my name is George.”

You raise an eyebrow again, more whimsical this time. He really is quite attractive. “Well, George” you emphasise, “I am now well and truly late for work, and have a very busy couple of days, so if you would excuse me-”

“I’m sorry, I just-” he cuts his own sentence off this time, “I feel really bad, when I saw you fall, immediately felt awful for you and then I watched you get up and you looked so lovely, I felt even worse!”

He concludes and you look at him dumbfounded, quite literally with your mouth parted. You pause for a second. “Alright, so you have only checked on how I’m doing,” you pause again to recollect, “because you think I’m attractive and want to ask me out?”

Without hesitation he grins widely and responds “Precisely.”

This is ridiculous! You think to yourself about how completely absurd this is. You quite literally had almost died five minutes ago. But something inside you felt excited, felt warm. And so, the better part of you prevailed and entertained the idea.

“Alright.” You hum, “walk me to work then, George.”

“Uhh.” He turns back to his car which still is stopped in its same position. He motions for the car to go on with his hand and the car slowly pulls away and drives off without hesitation. Weird. “Okay then, where is work?”

“Just up here! About a five minute walk.”

“Only five minutes?” He smirks down at you as you both begin walking. A smile creeps onto your face before you respond.

“Yes, any longer and I may not have a job or a head if my boss has a say.” He laughs at your sadistic remark.

“What is your name?” He asks.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He tests out, “suits you perfectly.”

You smile in response.

“So what do you do for work, Y/N.”

You explain to him your role with the MCG, particularly how your responsibilities are spread across ticketing and media which somehow meshes into one title. He seems impressed with your extensive knowledge of sporting and passion for fan experiences.

He listens to you talk like you are giving the most captivating speech in world. His eyes peer into yours, you feel heard and understood. Not an ounce of judgement clouding his expression. He was so easy to talk to, you never wanted him to leave.

You quickly learn that your suspicions were correct and that George is, in fact, from the UK. As well as the fact that he has never been to an AFL match in his life. It was even more shocking that he had never even heard of the sport.

“What!” You shriek as you arrive out the front of your office, which is actually inside the MCG. “You’re telling me, you’ve never heard of the AFL?”

He laughs at your hysteria and nods “nope!” He pops his ‘P’.

“Oh my gosh, we have to go to a game!” ‘We’? Pull it together, Y/N! “Let’s um- oh shoot!” You look at your watch. It’s almost 10am. You may be hung when you get inside. “Ok, ok. If you’d like, we can hang out tomorrow.”

George’s eyes light up in excitement. “Really?”

“Yes, yes! If you’re keen.” You double guess yourself, of course he wants to hang out you freak. “If you meet me here, tomorrow night at 7.30, I’ll take you to your first AFL match.

He grins widely, “That would be wonderful.”

“Alright, so I’ll see you then?” You confirm, “I really have to go now, I am sorry.”

“Yes, I’ll meet you here.” You begin to walk away from George, backwards. And towards the sliding doors.

“I would give you my number, but I don’t currently have a phone!” You exclaim.

“Don’t worry, Ill see you tomorrow.” He waved.

“Bye George.” You wave before spinning and speeding inside.

You can’t help but peer over your shoulder one last time to see him watching you walk away with a slight smile on his face.

This is absolutely crazy.

————

You sip on the last of your tea, an hour later, cozied up in bed. The memory of yesterday makes you shiver, but in a good way. George was incredible. You had never known a human to be so welcoming and friendly. He was truly lovely.

As you set your tea aside, and push your supporting pillows off the bed, your body begins to drift into a heavy state of tiredness. Just as your eyes begin to droop close you hear a loud knocking on the door.

What the hell?

You slip out of bed and walk out of your bedroom. As you approach the kitchen you grow nervous. Oh my goodness, George must be a serial killer. You shake your head at your ridiculous conspiracy. You look through the peephole to see a familiar face, with tears streaming down it.

Instinctively, you quickly unlock the door and swing it open. “Delilah!” You exclaim.

She quickly moves inside and engulfs you in a hug as she lets out soft sobs. What has happened to your poor friend? More importantly, why was she here and not back at home in London?

————

[casualscx]

closed starter for @killervibez continued from here!

though her cheeks were stained pink, there was something about the way he spoke to her that encouraged her on. her legs slowly fell apart, inviting his hand deeper into her warmth. her hands grasped onto the arms around her, nails digging into their skin as they continued to play with her. "i uh," she attempted to speak through labored breaths, her gaze glued to his own. even with her mouth propped up, she still couldn't find the words to speak, simply nodding when he told her not to apologize. it felt far too good to care much anyway. her walls clenching tightly around his fingers, arousal dripping down his hand, it all made her feel a little lightheaded, though her orgasm had already come. she was sure this man could get her to climax again. when he suggested she do such a thing on his face, her thighs were practically quivering with the image, and a string of moans escaped her. "you can't— oh god, you can't just say stuff like that." the last part was breathy, his lips brushing her neck making her shudder. but then another finger was added, and she was gasping out loud. "cruz..." she whined, the heel of his palm pushing against her clit, making her see stars. "f-fuck!"

[demotastic]

Haiku Collection

1

Autumn leaves rustle. Warm colours paint the fresh snow. Orange, white and blood.

Final breaths shallow. It's grave even shallower. Beautiful roadkill.

Watery black beads. I tried to ask: how and why? It just stared at me.

2

When the last snow melts It wets my lips, baths the plants. warm spring, blanket me.

For now it's still cold. I cling onto mismatched gloves. I'll find each pair soon.

I do not fear death. I fear for those who love me. Will they see their sun?

3

Hear that? It is spring! Winter's claim now rots away. a warm bed for growth.

This body is mine. Calm and steady in the mulch. This corpse is now yours.

Plant flowers in me. So I'd give you allergies. We'll be sick together.

4

Radiant summer sun. Even behind my eyelids, you shine so brightly.

Your brilliant warmth, it baths and cleanses my heart. flooded with pure joy.

Even when it rains. Your glow lights the morning sky. Part into rainbows.

5

Sweltering summer. I never hid in the shade. Bare myself to you.

I thirst for a drink. Will you let me have a sip? Do I have to bite?

Might rip out your throat. Might paint the tiles like Pollock, roll around in it.

6

Like moss to a stone. Like parasite ferns cling to trees. Like my hand on you.

Let me be your last. I know your pain, how it stings. Let me stitch those wounds.

Death do us apart. It can try, I'll never budge. Locked between your legs.

7

The air is so still. it is not cold, nor is it hot. painfully absent.

The thunder-less storm. Blots out the moon and stars. A featureless void.

A hand on my chest. I tell myself it is okay. No need for sorries.

8

Block from the birch tree. You carved a puppet of me. Pull my strings gently.

When you give me moans. Want to flay to the bone. Stitch you to my tomb

How you say my name. Enough to take me as claim. Now for you to tame.

9

Dance, the snow it dances. Twirling, spinning, refracting. A billion colours.

It is beautiful. But I want only this one. The colour of you.

I want to paint you. My wife would look cute in you. This colour, so rare.

10

Bite the hand that feeds? No, you're just used to the fist. That beats, batters, breaks.

I open my palm. I know you've bite my arm. but what's another.

Hate the iron taste. My white knuckles blistering. Your pain, I hate it.

11

The dead of winter. black, gnarled fingers reach up high. reaching for heaven.

but there is nothing. just cold bitter winter air. breaking off branches.

bury all the twigs. but I cannot be that cold. you deserve some warmth.

12

You said such nice things. Those sweet words flooded my chest. stuck like spring pollen.

I felt dirty and cheap. My lungs tried to eject it. my heart rejects it.

It is wasted here. It felt nice while it lasted, but I spat it out.

13

Just for you I would. Would wear it around my knees, This dirty rag.

I'd let you stand there, Let you let me bleed out. Beautiful roadkill

Infect every vein. Fuck you with my disease. Fill you with ichor.

14

He is winter skies My eyes dry out when he sighs For I stare, no blinks.

Winter, hope he stays. My excuse to hug my wife. Keep her warm, love filled.

She is spring, it's clear. Sometimes I yearn the cold nip. but it bleeds my lips.

White petals stained red. Her beauty coloured and flush. A shy pink of fear.

Is it so greedy To have two favourite seasons Have one for each hand.

Each snowflake unique. My lungs warm with her pollen. Tongue glued to his frost.

15

Love, it comes and goes. Love, you make it in your bed. Love, never enough.

Hate, gun 'bout to blow. Hate, it lingers in your head. Hate, never runs out.

They both blush your face. They both tie your heart in knots. But one always wins.

16

That was my problem, I held on to it too tight. In return? Frost bite.

I could be evil. Be the prophecy you spoke. Cut it off, Bleeding.

I still have my spring. A boiling, beating heart, loved. And six more fingers.

What will you become? While I have my peace to heal. You? Alone, crying.

You will be rotting. Left there where I first found you. Broken and rotten.

17

I though it was done. Here I stand a tired fool. broken by a call.

a call in the white. Left hand glued to the phone booth. Will my right hand bleed?

Crushed red spring petals. Smelled like love, they smelled like home. but will there be space?

18

Yeah, it's 2am. Got a pocket load of friends. and I feel again

2am again. I'll never feel alone. with friends in my phone.

After all these weeks. Never I've felt such a peak. 2am again.

[katstries]

“Come on, you need to let loose,” Dean whined, pulling the covers off her body, the girl groaning in response, trying to pull the blanket back onto herself.

Dean used his strength to his own advantage, yanking it so hard the blanket made contact with her floor, “I won’t take no for an answer.”

Nearly an hour later, Dean opened the door for her, letting her step inside a random bar on the highway that he had passed numerous of times while driving.

“What can I get for you?” He asked as they neared the bar, the woman still slightly out of it. His hand went almost instinctively on the small of her back, looking over her shoulder at the drink card in her hands.

“A whiskey?” she mumbled, placing the card back onto the bar, making her way to the nearest table while completely ignoring Dean and his attempts to make her feel better.

He neared the table, two glasses of whiskey in his hands, a cheeky grin on his face, “One whiskey for the beautiful damsel in distress.”

“Dean, why did you bring me here?” she asked, finger circling the rim of the whiskey glass, her eyes glued to him.

He sighed, reaching out for her hand to stop her from playing with the glass, “You don’t have to go through this alone and hell, I just thought we could have some fun. He was never worth you even looking at him and god forbid, if I could, I’d make it that way that he could never look at a woman again.”

His protectiveness and the warmth of his hand made a small smile creep onto her lips, appreciating the small words of affirmation coming from the usually cocky man.

“You’re right, it’s not worth it,” she sighed, taking her glass of whiskey only to take it all down in a single shot, slamming the glass back onto the table.

Hours later, they were clearly drunk from the amount of empty whiskey glasses on the table, both of them leaning slightly closer to each other as they talked with their words slurred.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” he murmured, getting up from his chair only to stumble a little. He disappeared from sight, the woman having a sheepish smile on her face from the alcohol flowing in her veins.

“Is this thing on?” she heard a slur of words from a familiar voice, finger tapping on the microphone to make sure it was on. She couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head towards Dean.

As the music started, everyone’s attention was automatically turned on Dean, his own eyes only glued to the red haired woman in his table.

“You think your life is done, he took it all with him. So you drink enough for it to wash away the sin. Such a shitty thing he did, the way he said goodbye. You can take it out on me if you like,” his voice went on, raspy and husky.

She just stared at Dean in disbelief, a stupid grin on her face as her cheeks rose up, suddenly feeling very warm and fuzzy inside.

“Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain. Fake it like you love me, come on baby, touch me. Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse. Don’t have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name while I fuck away the pain.”

He pointed his finger at her, people looking back and forth between them as they cheered on, Dean getting more confidence by the minute as he started moving his body in the rhythm of the music.

She got up from the table, walking closer to the stage as people had started gathering, enjoying the karaoke show the seemingly handsome man put on. Ladies were screaming and clapping on, making Dean feel like a rockstar.

“You hate the way he fooled around behind your back. A slave to him, but now with me no strings attached. But if you wanna use me up and leave me in the bed, if that’s what you need go right ahead.”

She stood there dumbfounded, shaking her head even more this time as Dean continued on with his show.

“Fuck away the pain, erase him from your brain. Fake it like you love me, come on baby, touch me. Show me where it hurts this dirty little curse. Don’t have to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name while I fuck away the pain.”

With his last words, he was slightly out of breath, chest rising quick and fast. He dropped the microphone on the floor before hopping off the stage, his feet carrying him straight to her.

“You’re insane,” she laughed, playfully hitting him in the chest.

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her tight against his body, whispering in a low voice into her ear, “Insane for you.”

[bigbenlikesmen]

Kanagi X Momo Chapter 1: Momo needs suit repairs

The first thing he noticed when she walked through the door was her large breasts and exposed cleavage made by her hero suit. Making her way over to his work bench her breasts gently bouncing with each step as she approached the support class student. Her tits hung heavy threatening to escape the tight fabric holding them in place, just barely. His eyes entranced by her breasts he couldn’t take his eyes off them. He also noticed the rips in the suit, a big hole right under her boob exposing a tantalising portion of her under Boob. Another tear on her yellow skirt on the right thigh all the way up to the waist band, it was just barely holding in place. A small part of her pink panties was poking out the side. Next, he ogled her legs freshly shaven, large strong thighs and thick powerful calves pushing her toward him. The sight of the girl before him making a string of saliva drip from his mouth.  

Catching himself before it fell, he brushed his hand over his mouth and snapped out his trance. 

“Hey yao-yaroya... yaoyo” Kanagi stumbled trying to pronounce her name his face going red. 

“Yaoyorozu” Momo chuckled as she stopped by his bench. 

“Sorry, I have trouble with your name” Kanagi chuckled awkwardly scratching at his hair. 

“Its fine Yui-san it happens more often than you think” Momo reassured him. 

“You look very pretty Yaoyorozu-san!” Kanagi complimented her taking his eyes off her chest to admire her features and look into her deep black eyes. 

“O-oh thank you Yui-san" Momo blushed “you’re looking very handsome yourself” she managed to return the compliment. 

“I look like I took an oil bath” Kanagi laughed the sweet sound soothing to Momos ears. 

“Well, you still look good to me!” Momo piped up in defence of her crushes looks with some confidence in her voice. 

“Aw you're too kind Yaoyorozu-san" Kanagi said “W-what do you need anyway Yaoyorozu-san?” Kanagi questioned his eyes drifting back down to her cleavage. 

“Uh, I'm sure you already noticed” a hand instinctively reaching up to cover herself “my suit has some tears I need you to fix” 

“Oh... yes of course” his eyes now glued to her chest once again “yeah, yeah I can do that for you” 

Momo started going red in the face as he blatantly stared at her breasts. She was embarrassed but it also excited her feeling a heat grow between her legs. The hottest guy in school was fucking her with his eyes. 

He had already grown increasingly hard his throbbing cock squeezed against his pants sending jolts of pleasure through his aching cock. 

Standing up he was just over a half foot taller than her. Unashamedly his huge erection bulging in his pants he pushed toward her grabbing the fabric on her shoulders. 

“You’re going to need to take this off for me to fix it” He encouraged stroking her shoulders and squeezing them as he slowly pulled her body suit down. 

“R-right now?” Momo asked her face fully red. 

“yes, is that ok?” Kanagi asked catching himself making sure to gain her consent before he went any further. 

“Yes... yes please go ahead its ok” Momo gave her consent the nerves quieting her voice. 

His awkward flirting made her like him even more. She felt her body language had already given him consent, but it made her happy he asked. He’s so cute she thought to herself, scrunching up her face. 

“Oh, are you sure it's ok?” Kanagi probed misreading her scrunched up face his hands pulling away from her shoulders a slight panic forming on his face worrying he had pushed too far. 

“Hey yes please I want this its ok” Momo assure him grabbing his hands and pulling back to her shoulders “Carry on with what you were doing”  

He grabbed onto her shoulders again massaging them gently as he moved back down to her biceps where her one piece fabric had fallen. Grabbing the fabric, he pulled it down all the way letting it fall by her waist still held in place by her skirt. 

Her tits now fully exposed to him her nipples hardened. Gaining confidence from his desperation and crush toward he cupped his right hand around her left breast and squeezed forcing a soft moan out of Momos glistening lips. With his left hand he trailed down her waist until he reached her butt giving it a rough squeeze, Momo moaned as he pulled her close pressing his erect cock into her crotch grinding his bulge into her pelvis groaning. 

Bending down he took her nipple and began suckling greedily as if her was trying to suck milk from her. 

“U-ugh that... feels so good” Momo expressed in pleasure. 

Kanagi moved his hand from her butt and dragged it passed her hip to her crotch and reached under her skirt and began rubbing the wet spot that she had created on her panties. She moaned even louder as he rubbed circles around her clit. Taking his mouth away from her hardened nipple he pressed his lips into her own and pushed his tongue into her mouth. She mewled as she gave in to his aggressive tongue beginning to gain some confidence, she circled her own tongue around his and even sucked on it making filthy popping sounds as gaps formed between their mouths letting air escape and enter.  

Walking forwards Kanagi gently pushed her backwards her butt softly stopping them both against the table behind her a quiet but piercing scraping sound echoing around the room. 

Luckily it was late into the evening most people had gone home Kanagi always liked to stay late working on his latest project never getting enough sleep and living off energy drinks and coffee. Momo knew he stayed late and wanted to catch him alone she has had a crush on him for some time and hoped she’d be able to ask him out. She did not expect this to happen at all. 

He grabbed her by the thighs and hoisted her onto the table all without breaking contact of their lips. Her placed himself between her spread legs and began unbuckling his pants. Hearing the sounds Momo looked down briefly to see what he was doing. Knowing exactly what he was going to do sent shivers up her spine, her pussy throbbed. Throwing her arms around his neck she pulled herself into him battling his tongue to push back into his own mouth running circles inside trying to taste every inch. It tasted like mangos but extremely sweet, she remembered seeing a tower of monster cans on his work bench when she walked in, formed into a pyramid, they were the mango flavour. She enjoyed the taste swallowing his mango flavoured saliva. 

Conversely Momos mouth tasted minty, she kept up on her oral hygiene brushing twice a day religiously. Chewing gum in-between each meal to keep her breath smelling fresh. Kanagi enjoyed the fresh feel of her mouth, the cool of the mint refreshing to his tongue he sucked on her tongue getting as much of the delicious taste of her mouth as possible drinking up strings of her saliva.  

Breaking off the intense make out session for a moment Kanagi grabbed the bottom of his tight black shirt the sleeves stopped just above his bicep squeezing it tight almost as if it was the reason his biceps looked as big as Momos head. Though after he threw it to the ground beside them, they retained their size veins bulging on the surface of the muscle. Her eyes moved to his breasts large built pecs jiggled as he launched his t-shirt. His abs prominent and defined rippling down his body. He proceeded to pull down his unbuckled pants exposing the huge bulge from his erection under his boxers almost brushing against her pink panties.  

“Ugh... fuck” Momo sighed ogling his body. 

That excited Kanagi his cock twitching beneath his boxers. 

“You’re so fucking hot Yaoyorozu-san" Kanagi moaned pushing his tip against her pussy through the fabrics. 

“Yui-san please I want you I can't wait anymore please” Momo begged. 

“Mmf, my pleasure” He grinned pulling his boxers down and throwing them to the side.  

“H-holy... shit” Momo gasped at the size of his cock. 

It was 9.8 inches, his foreskin covering half the tip, his dick hole exposed leaking precum a string of it hanging from his hole. His dick is thick, really thick. She worried if shed even be able to take but she was desperate to try her pussy aching to take him. A large protruding vein starting at the base on the left side of his shaft curved around and ended in the middle on the top of his shaft. 

“Y-you like what you see huh?” Kanagi tried to sounds confident with a slight shake in his voice. The man was obviously not used to flirting or dirty talk. She found it endearing. She could feel herself falling for him every moment this went on.  

“its so... big” Momo groaned. 

“let's make you more comfy” Kanagi said with a soft smile.  

He unbuckled her belt and pulled down her skirt with her body suit leaving her just in the pink panties. 

“Your panties are so cute, I love them” Kanagi grinned grabbing the waistband and pulling them down.  

A string of Momos pussy juice clung to the inside. Pulling them all the way off he gave the inside a long lick tasting her sweet slick and moaning in delight. 

“Ngh you taste so good” Kanagi licked his lips. 

Momo couldn’t even think straight at this point. He was too hot. She grabbed her tits and become massaging them and rolling her nipples in her fingers. 

Her pink pussy cleanly shaved exposed to the big man before. Her clit prominent and labia poking out of her slightly, a bead of her slick ran down from her hole towards her butt. 

Throwing the panties aside he moved back into position in front of and pushed his tip against her lips they groaned out simultaneously.  

“Let me know if it hurts, please Yaoyorozu-san I don’t wanna hurt you” Kanagi reached out to stroke her face and cup her cheek. 

“Go ahead, I'm ready but go slow” Momo said. 

Kanagi pushed him past her labia she groaned at her pussy streching his whole tip entered her. 

“Oh fuck!” Momo yelped  

“Does that hurt?” Kanagi asked scared he hurt her. 

“No, no keep going, keep going, it feels so good” Momo assured him her eyes closed as her head fell back. 

“Ok I'm glad I'll keep pushing” Kanagi confirmed. 

Pushing himself deeper into Momo his entire tip had disappeared inside her, still a good 7 inches left to plunge into the pretty woman below him he kept going, making sure not to go too fast so she had time to assess if it hurt. 

“Your pussy feels so good gripping me ugh” Kanagi groaned as his length pushed further. 

He felt himself slip a bit faster in her insides getting used to the girth. He managed to push his entire length into her, groaning as he pressed his crotch against her pelvis. She moaned in return grasping her tits harder.  

“Faster, I can take it don’t worry” Momo opened her eyes to smile at him. 

She felt full with his entire cock buried into her pussy it was a satisfying feeling. Kanagi started going faster pulling himself back so his tip was still inside and pushed back in moaning with each movement. Momo whined in pleasure as his cock slid up and down inside her. Grabbing onto her calves her place them on his shoulders and grabbed her thighs to get better leverage as his gentle thrusting turned into pounding the desperation grew within in. 

“Is it ok if I go harder?” He asked. 

“Yes, fuck me hard” Momo begged  

He thrusted himself deep and hard into her cunt forcing her to yell out in pleasure. He kept going pounding her so hard the table shook with every thrust. Slamming himself into her sending ripples through their large thighs. She reached down to her clit and began running circles around it. She must be close he figured. He kept his pace the same since this must be what's getting her close. She continued playing with her tit as she masturbated herself the stimulation making her go quiet soft cute moans escaping her lips with each thrust.  

“Yui-san im cumming fuck Yui-san" she yelled out suddenly as she came to her climax her entire body quivering in pleasure. 

The sight drew Kanagi close to his own climax his groans growing louder and more breathless. 

“Fuck” he whined pulling himself from her pussy and shooting his hot thick load all over her crotch and some even reached her tits from the force. 

“Mmm my turn” Momo teased reaching for some of the cum near her tits and scooping it off them and licking her fingers clean seductively sucking them and pulling them out with a loud pop “Wow your cum is so tasty” she groaned grinning at him. 

“God that was so good Yaoyorozu-san" Kanagi sighed breathless and panting “wait there” something clicked in his mind as he rushed over to a nearby closet.  

He pulled out a towel and rushed back over his large cock now semi hard wobbled back and forth drawing her eyes to it. He leaned down to her soaked pussy and began wiping her clean. The towel brushing her sensitive clit made her recoil. 

“Oh im sorry is that not ok” Kanagi worried. 

“No its ok I'm just sensitive keep going, you're so sweet worrying all the time” 

“I just want to make sure you're ok and its fun for you” Kanagi said giving her his iconic grin. 

He finished cleaning her up and placed his semi hard cock on the towel and squeezing it the last bit of cum dripping out of his tip as he wiped himself clean. 

“Jesus you're so hot Yui-san" she complimented him sitting up and getting down off the table. 

“Haha, so are you Yaoyorozu-san" he chuckled awkwardly.  

They both put their clothes back on and Kanagi realised her suit was still damaged. They had both forgotten about it.  

“Oh, shit I never fixed your suit” Kanagi expressed “I'll find you some spare clothes” 

“You’re right I completely forgot” Momo slapped her forehead “hey wait don’t rush off it'll be ok”  

She began stripping pulling off her body suit and skirt and placing it on his workbench grabbing a nearby chair and sitting in it in just her panties. Kanagi stood mouth agape admiring her body. 

“Well are you gonna work on it?” Momo chuckled with a teasing tone. 

“Um... Yeah ok” he snapped out of his trance and sat down beginning his work. 

A few minutes passed in silence Momo watched intently as he worked stitching the fabric impressed by his skills, unbothered by her nakedness having grown comfortable around the man. 

“So... uh Yui-san?” Momo asked. 

“Yes Yaoyorozu-san?” Kanagi replied eyes glued to his work. 

“Do you... Do you wanna go on a date with me sometime?” Momo inquired pulling her hands up to cover herself as if ready to receive a rejection. 

Kanagi stopped working and turned his stool to face her entirely. 

“Yes” Kanagi said bluntly with a serious look on his face. 

“oh phew, I was worried you wouldn’t wanna” Momo relaxed exposing her breasts again.  

“I've had a crush on you for a quite a while but I was too scared to ask myself” he chuckled scratching at his head “I’m happy you asked” 

“Me too, I've also liked you for quite a bit” Momo admitted “Today was amazing you make me feel so comfortable” 

“That makes me happy, come here” Kanagi told her. 

He reached down placed his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss she closed her eyes savouring the taste of his lips. 

“I gotta finish your suit you're gonna need it tomorrow” Kanagi turned back to work. 

“you're right we’ll sort out our date details later we’ll see each other tomorrow anyway” Momo said resting her head against his shoulder. 

[litgwritersroom]

Can we get some Gary smut, please?

Honey, I'm Home

S2 | Gary/MC | 3400+ words | @i-boop-you

NSFW. Very NSFW.

After a string of taunting and teasing texts and videos from his other half while Gary is at work, he finally makes his way home to give her exactly what she's been asking for.

His phone screen lit up again, telling him that Maya had sent him another message. After five minutes in a meeting his erection had finally ebbed, but one alert of her and the blood rushed back to his cock, leaving barely any to flush across his cheeks.

All day. All fucking day she had been sending him absolute filth. She knew he couldn’t come home on his lunch break to fuck her senseless. She’d picked today specifically, knowing he’d be too slammed to do anything about her teasing.

As his supervisor droned on and on, Gary had long stopped listening, his eyes glazed over as thoughts of what could be in that message whirled through his head.

It started out small. Just after he left - he was literally still getting into the car - she’d texted:

Shame you had to leave before joining me in the shower xxx

He smirked as he belted in, his eyes on his screen as he texted her right back:

You can make me feel better by sending me lots of pics xxx

He’d put her to the back of his mind as he drove, eyes flickering to his phone screen both times the music was interrupted by the announcement of a message from her. He couldn’t get the text-to-voice to work because she’d sent him a picture. That was when he went from a small tingle to the beginnings of a semi.

After he’d parked up, his phone was straight in his hand, eyes glued to the screen to see what had been delivered before he even thought about entering work.

The first was a picture. Maya in their bedroom, still clad in the underwear she’d had on under her robe while he got ready for the day. She’d removed the robe now, showing off the lacy white underwear she’d bought to surprise him on their anniversary; the white was stark in comparison to her skin, making her look like an angel. Though, everything else about the snap was far from holy…

She was on her knees, the focus of the pic her body; thighs parted, one hand gently squeezing the top of her breast. Only the top of her face was cropped out, and the catch of her little lip bite was driving him as wild as her scantily clad body. He swallowed hard, hating how on edge he was getting before going into work. He knew he was about to spend the whole day desperate to get home again.

More than usual anyway.

The second thing she’d sent him was a short video. Her phone was propped up on the dresser, and it lasted less than ten seconds, but he couldn’t stop replaying it, the blood surging to his dick with each press of the play button.

All there was was her back to the camera. Her hair had been piled into a mess of a ponytail that somehow made everything so much sexier, with one loose lock of her hair hanging curled down one shoulder blade. She was topless. Not that it did him any good with her back to him, but the mere suggestion of her tits bouncing around as she changed was all he needed.

He got a quick flash of the side of lefty, the nipple just coming into view as she bent forwards, that one glimpse already getting his mind racing with a need to bite into her, wanting to lap her nipple against his tongue. Her fingers were splayed inside the lining of those beautiful white hot pants she had wrapped around her waist, covering more of her stomach than her ass.

Before his eyes, she lowered her underwear, uncovering her ass fully. The view only got better once she was bent over, taking care to run her hand down her long, smooth legs before she stepped out of her panties.

Eyes fluttering shut, he pictured being with her, pushing her onto her hands and knees and giving her it doggy.

Horny thoughts of her plagued his morning; wondering how naked she was, imaging the soapy suds rolling all over her beautiful body, wanting nothing more than to lather her up with the dirty thoughts in his head.

About mid-morning, he got another message.

Mmm, need to tell you again how much I love the new shower head xxx

He groaned, his trousers straining again.

Then at lunch, when she knew he had to work through it today with a business meeting, came a voice note that was just five seconds of her switching her vibrator on. He asked for more, and when he got back to his office at the crane company, he was blessed with another picture.

Again, her phone was propped up and she was posed with her legs parted, but this time … it was far more extreme. Her legs were wide open and she was lying flat on her back, her breasts a small mound farther back, but he was hardly paying attention to that.

He rubbed at the front of his jeans. Gary was so hard that the lightest of touches to himself showed the full result of Maya’s teasing. This was more than teasing, though.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away, though it was an image he’d seen plenty of times before. The toy pushed up inside of her, only the little pink box at the bottom was still visible, the other six inches deep inside her pussy.

He’d taken a bathroom break after that, needing his head clear before he went out on the shipyard. His focus needed to be on the bigger cranes, not the one in his pants.

Still, when he got back to his little office, his phone was showing up with only more torturous messages. One old image of his creampie, a close up of her wet lips wrapped around something that filled her mouth right up, and a single picture of her preferred lube set out next to two toys.

Gary debated hard for five minutes, for ten minutes, for twenty minutes, for half an hour, if he should just call it a day and go home and fuck her senseless now.

The decision was made for him before he could decide. The arrival of his superiors for their afternoon meeting put his leaving on a halt. He sat in there, going along with everything they said, completely oblivious and uncaring as to what they were saying. It was here that the latest message came through.

The moment he was alone again, he picked up his phone.

Don’t go shy on me now, baby. Every minute it takes you to reply to me is another minute I’m going to spend sitting on your face when you get home xxx

Fffffffff…

He checked the time now against the time she sent the message, waited five minutes, and then replied:

I can’t wait to make you beg for it when I get home.

He did nothing until he saw the ‘sent’ check change to a ‘read’, his eyes heavy on the screen, the only part of his body he was aware of was the throbbing between his legs.

Her reply came quickly.

Trying to decide where I want you to cum on me first. What do you think? Tits?

An image of her bare breast came through. She was squeezing her nipples, twisting them for his enjoyment.

Shoot me a pic of your ass to help me decide, he replied, lips parted, his breathing gone husky.

I want to know how turned on you are first 😘

After a shifty look around, Gary got up to lock his office door. He stripped down his jeans until they pooled at his ankle, got his phone, and sat back down in his comfy chair. Gary grabbed hold of the most important crane in his life, one hand not being enough to encase even half of what he was packing. He made sure the thick outline was clear all around his tight boxers and snapped a pic, sure to get that splash of his toned abdomen in the picture as well, the snail trail of hair disappearing into his underwear.

Along with some aubergine emojis, Gary sent the snap.

Instead of a follow up, once Maya had seen his message, she phoned him. Gary’s heart drummed, but he picked it up, his throat tight.

“You fucking tease…” he murmered, almost a purr, down the line.

She moaned. That was it. And another, and then another, until it was crystal clear that she was absolutely playing with herself. A shot of precum emptied out of him when he realised. He groaned back, stroking himself over his boxers before he knew what he was doing.

Then she hung up.

Fuck-ing. Bitch.

Gary checked the time again. His eyes narrowed at the thought of her home alone for the next hour, hellbent on nothing but getting her jollies to his frustrations. He pulled up his trousers and packed up his shit, and set out to find his supervisor.

“Hey, you don’t mind me heading home early? I’ve not been feeling too great today,” he asked, laying it on a smudge.

“Yeah, you are pretty red, and you’ve been pretty far away all day, mate,” his boss said. “Off you pop, make sure the missus looks after you when you get in.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll make sure of it…”

Gary floored it home, the pumping in his ears giving the perfect rhythm to match fucking his wife in his fantasies. He hadn’t bothered with showering, he knew she liked him when he was all grimy from a day at work. There was even a hard hat that he’d stolen from work in their bedroom that he got out for special occasions. Not today though. Today was something really special.

He rolled up into the drive, only just realising he should have parked down the street to cling to the surprise. Still, there was a chance she might not have seen him coming yet, but she would before the night was over…

The door was locked, indicating she wasn’t entertaining today, something he was already aware of. He took off his shoes at the front door and threw his flannel shirt over the bannister, leaving him in just his t-shirt and jeans.

Gary made no move to keep his steps quiet as he thundered up the stairs. The thought of a surprise was well out the window now. The bedroom door was ajar, and as his socked foot delved into the plush carpet upstairs, he heard it.

The thrum of a very powerful toy.

Well, forget Big D, forget Big V; Big G was in the house now.

Gary pushed at the bedroom door, letting it open slowly to reveal himself standing there. “Honey,” he said, voice like butter, mind melting at the sight before him, “I’m home…”

“About fucking time.”

She sat up on her elbows, still laying on her back, a heavy look in her eye, and legs spread wide open so that would be the first thing he saw coming in the door.

Gary was on his knees by the edge of the bed without thinking about it; the sheen of oil coated her thighs and ass, made her pussy glisten; one swipe of his tongue up between her swelling folds and he caught a taste of the coconut flavoured oil she liked.

The hint of the coconut mixed with her natural taste was driving him wild. He buried his face in her, tasting as much of her as he could get on his tongue. She had one hand clutching his hair, clamping hard to the fistful. She wasn’t going to let him stop, not that he had any plans to.

Maya thrust herself in his face as he cleaned her out, her moans and joy louder than she’d let them go all day. He reached across the bed to where he’d spotted a certain favourite toy was laying next to her.

Sticky and already smelling strongly like coconut, Gary positioned the tip of the smallest end at her backside. He pressed his tongue flat against her clit, rolling over her hard, pressing down and spreading the sensation rather than focusing it; he did this as he slowly edged the anal beads in her ass, pushing her down when she squirmed at each notch entering her.

Before he’d even gotten half way her moans dissolved into shameless and senseless mumblings and mutterings. Maya swore nonsensically as he filled her up, and those curses came out in a shout as he tugged them out of her ass again. Her fingers squeezed the threads of his yellow hair and she went mad thrusting herself into his mouth again.

He wasn’t done yet, the memory of all her teasing throughout the day still oh-so fresh in his mind.

Gary repeated himself, slowly wedging bead after bead deeper inside of her, upping the chance to play with her now that she was used to it. Every two notches he thrust in, he thrust one out again, going back in two, pulling one out, never giving her a reprieve from the sensation.

“Gary.”, “Fuck.”, and “Please.” became her only vocabulary as he teased her clit, too, never doing enough to actually make her cum, to bring her over the edge. No … she had a lot of making up to do if she wanted that.

He felt her building, and let it play out, taking his time, waiting, and waiting…

Pulling out of her ass this time, he did it slowly, savouring the smell of the coconut and going insane with the noises she was making. Anal beads on the floor, Gary pulled back from her completely, his mouth and chin soaked in her.

Maya had let him go as he pulled away, but looked down at him with big, pleading eyes. It was tempting to give in and be soft, but he knew how much sweeter it would feel to make her work for it.

Rising to his feet, Gary pulled his shirt over his head. His eyes were still on Maya as he did, and if he wasn’t already hard as a fucking rock, the lust and longing in her eyes at the sight of him undressing would have done it. He didn’t have the words for how much it turned him on to see that he turned her on, to feel so fucking wanted and lusted for as much as he was with her.

“Come here,” he said, his hands on the waist of his trousers. He beckoned her over with two fingers raised, unbuttoning himself for a third time that day, unable to take his eyes from her.

She tucked her legs up behind her and crawled across the bed to him, back arched and ass raised high so he’d still get a good view even if it was behind her.

Gary didn’t need to say anything else; her eyes were locked on his as she licked his balls, sucking them into her mouth.

He hissed through gritted teeth, rubbing up and down his dick gently while she focused on playing with his balls. Gary pumped a small dollop of the lube into his hand before massaging it along his stiff rod. While Maya followed his movements, kissing the underside of his twitching dick.

One hand locked in her hair, Gary rolled himself over her face, enjoying her drunk look. Her mouth was wide open, ready to receive. He tugged her head back and she moaned needily. Tip to her tongue, Gary glided her closer so her perfect little mouth would encase him.

He let out a huge sigh of relief as she sank her mouth over him, taking him to the back of her throat. Both his hands ran through her hair, keeping it out of her face so he could watch her cheeks bulging, could see the smudges of her eye makeup darkening the patches beneath her false lashes; the hungry and needily look that showed how badly she wanted to please him.

He thrust back to her, taking charge and altering his rhythm to match the sounds of her gurgling and spluttering on him at the back of her throat.

“Oh fuck, you’re so pretty when you look at me like that,” he told her.

She managed the best smile she could while her mouth was wrapped around his cock. His words only spurned her on, and soon she was the one upping the tempo, bringing him closer and closer, palming his balls and massing his ass to make it all that much more next level. He hissed again as she teased his hole right back.

And then Maya pulled back, that drunk look accompanied by the string of her own saliva connecting her chin to his dick still, right up until she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“Where do you want me next?” She asked, leaning back to display herself for his viewing pleasure again.

He was panting ever so slightly, brain a little clouded around the edges. The only thing that was perfectly clear was her. It was always her.

“Turn around,” he said, kneeling one leg onto the bed. He watched Maya avidly as she got back onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her ass towards him. With another squirt of lube, Gary hooked two fingers inside of her, fingering her until she was slack enough to receive a third with ease.

Already, her hands were gripping the sheets, her legs shut tight, her thighs clenched. While prepping her, he became so overwhelmed that he bent low and gave her ass cheek a small bite.

That elected a whimper, making her legs tremble.

When he couldn’t take it any longer, he pulled his fingers out. With a slap across her backside, he wiped some of the excess lube across her skin, making it shiny and glistening again.

Once in position, he cupped her ass with both hands, stretching her open. He bit his bottom lip as he took in the view.

She was trembling in anticipation, her need becoming too strong. Gary braced himself for how good she was going to feel, and then slid his cock into her ass.

Maya let out a dizzying moan, burying her face in the sheets. Gary would have too if he could. Instead his eyes rolled to the back of his head as her softness and warmth and extreme tightness enveloped him. He was getting that drunk feeling in full force now.

Slow. Just to begin with. He didn’t want to overwhelm either of them yet, but it didn’t take long for him to get going. Gary piled into her, knowing he didn’t have it in him to draw it out any longer; this was it; this was the moment.

He reached up to grab a fistful of her hair again, tugging her head back so she’d have no choice but to look upwards; it kept her at the perfect angle, her back arched beautifully.

“Still want me to cum on your tits?” He asked her, a cocky grin springing on his face.

She choked out an answer, voice trembling, “D-don’t-stop.”

“What was that? ‘Stop and cum on my tits’?”

“Don’t-stop, Gary.”

He eyed her darkly, overwhelmed by lust and love for her. “Cum on my dick, Maya.”

Softly, desperately, a plea and a whimper, she begged him again, “Don’t stop.”

Slap. His hand came down across her backside in reply.

“Gary.”

He groaned. “I love when you say my name like that.” As a reward, he slapped her again.

And then she clenched around him, her whole body tightening, the most meek of stifled moans escaping her mouth; he kept driving into her, making her taunt moan draw out as she came; making her go for as long as he could manage.

Only when he felt her loosening up again, her body relaxing as her orgasm ran its course, peatering into a dizzying finish, did he let himself unload. He stiffened as she slackened; he rode his cum into her, and when the last spurt left his body, he left hers, coming out with a soft noise.

He let her hair go, pushing her down. His eyes were on her, watching his own cum leaking out alongside the build up of lube. If he wasn’t so spent he’d fuck her again.

Gary clamped his teeth on the skin of her ass again before he clawed his way up the bed to lay down next to her.

A panting Maya crawled stiffly into the side of him. He rolled onto his side so he could wrap himself around her. Pressing kisses down the back of her neck and shoulder blade, taking in the aroma of sweat on her, breathing it in like it was the most romantic scent in the world, he thought, “Oh yeah, that was fucking worth it.”

[muffindaddystyles]

I WANT YOUR BELLY.

Summary: The shimmery vest of Harry's on you makes him combust on the spot ;)

A bottle of wine gone in a span of minutes. Your giggles treacly and slurry as you poke his heart-shaped, wine stained lips matching with his pink refulgent vest and he grins toothy-ly sweat sheened on his perfect features and his nose twitches into besotted sniff of your fragrance, leaning down to murmur his lips to yours.

“What got ya gigglin’ like tha’ lovebug?” You shake your head in slight carelessness. His brows furrowing in confusion, mouth parting musingly into a soft chuckle when you shimmy his vest down his arms leaving his upper half naked and all beautiful for you to admire.

“Just relax and see.” You whine out timidly tip-toeing on your toesies to the centre of the hotel room you guys are staying at -- well more like fucking morning and evening with a little tinge of exclusivity everytime.

When you came back to this cosy place of yours after an hour of his show ending that shimmery feeling of proud for him and the jitteriness to love on him was still there, more like doubled up when your eyes weren’t able to drift away from the stiff bulge forming in his pants from all the adrenaline and heat pumping in his body due to praises.

He takes pride in it, absolutely basks in the novelty of it.

His dimples dings up into a wicked smirk, the heels of his palms sinking into the soft bedding as he man-spreads quite sexily and leans into his own weight then straightens up immediately with bright eyes and a shit-eating grin when you strip down your clothes slowly.

“You givin’ me a strip tease baby!?” He howls playfully and you shushes him through sputtry giggles, head lulling at your shoulder and you laugh at the top of your lung as he rolls his eyes to his skull in the most erotic way and squeezes his straining member with the cup of his large palm when you get rid of every item of clothing you had on your body and with hesitant glances his way wears his vest.

It accentuates your curves beautifully, falling a little over your thighs from how big it’s since it’s his’s and it gives the most pristine view of the crescent of your tits and the valley between them.

His stomach froths with heat, the fabric of his pink flared bottoms from his splotching with the dollops of his precome and his bare chest heaves with raged breaths as you rub your one feet over another in timidness, knowing you’re drunk enough to do this but sober enough to contemplate how to put it infront of him.

Though they both know even if you move it an inch away to show him your perky tits, it’s over for the curly head.

“You know how belly dancers got this cute sparkly shiny dresses to make them appear more bendy? I’ve always wanted to do that! It seems so fun!” To your defence you always wanted to dance as carefree and fun as they do all you didn’t know was that it’ll be like this – giving a literal fever to your boyfriend and arousing both of you to such an extent where all his fierce eyes are indicating he’s about to strike forward and throw you on the bed and pound into you reckless.

The room fills with her sweet laugh when Harry fans himself, puffing out huge inhales of breaths and smirks at her cheekily.

“A lap dance would be much appreciated, thank you.” He's almost about to burst because she sure as hell looks amazingly stretchy and bendy and very breed able in this shiny thing.

“What a gentleman. Now, put on some music so I could give you a show you really deserve.” You command him and he nearly whimpers wanting to crawl towards you and spanks that bum of yours.

You’re suppressing your chuckles when he almost falls face first into the carpeted floor while scrambling to put on some music and when he returns back he’s rocking back and forth like an impatient kid -- doing anything in his will to give a bit friction, some relive to his throbbing cock.

“Promise that you wouldn’t make fun of me.” You point a finger at him, eyebrow raised to assert a little bit of power you’ve over him.

“C’mon baby! My balls are turning blue d'ya think I could ever make fun of you when you’re being such a good girl f'me?” His groans shaky and hoarse, nostrils flaring and his hands sandwiching between his thighs to subside the ache that you caused.

Hot white pleasure surges through each of his cervices and rattles through his bones upon the absolute lewd and smutty sight of you dancing for him with your eyes affixed on him like a seductress and it pelts his skin hot.

“Fuck.” He’s cursing under his breath, as you curve around gracefully and shakes your ass for him teasing your fingers over the waistband of your lace panties.

You bite down your lip when he puts his fingers under his tongue with his mouth sucked around them as he wolf whistles for you.

“Yes you go baby!” He yells at you making you laugh rosying your features and not failing to make you feel tingly under his passionate gaze.

The he looks down at himself in rather pique tugging his tight briefs a little away from suffocating his dick that's swelling up awfully fast and leaking with every graze and touch making him hiss groggily through his teeth loudly.

His reaction makes your cheeks flush and your toes curl against the soft carpet, making you all gooey with your own slick.

He almost looses it when you roll your hips and your tummy ripples raunchily.

You’re taken aback when he’s striding towards you, cupping the nape of your neck roughly and pressing his thumb into your nervy pulse pushing you till you’re pressed into the wall and he’s muffling your surprised squeaks with a big fat smooch to your lips which turns into sloppy heated work of mouths, tongues slick and naughty against eachother, teeth nibbling and teasing, lips too desperate to be parting away and when they do they’re hovering over eachother with their breaths hot and fanning.

“Look at y'being a filthy tease.” He tuts, warm fingertips tickling down your chest and sneaking under his vest to palm your tits as he ducks down to lick a fat stripe up your throat then sink his teeth into soft underbelly of your jaw.

“Now tell me who taught you to dance this good?” Everyone should sit down and takes notes from one and only Harry Styles; the man sure knows how to lie through his teeth because what you pulled moments ago was just clumsy drunk flailing of limbs.

“God gifted.” He chuckles mockingly, tapping your bottom pouty lip.

Your neck stretches far giving him more access to mark you as his’s, your fingers manoeuvring into his sweaty ruffled up curls when he glances up at you intensely with your nipples sucked in his mouth and his hand gliding into your panties – smirking goadingly at the squirm and pathetic gurgle of your tone.

“just like this pussy of yours?”

Except his eyes no blade can control you, no sharpened knife. That lascivious gaze’s enough to threaten a storm up your thighs and cause a rainfall between your legs.

Carefully, he puts his knees on the floor one by one while he paws at your hips to vignette admiring kisses down your midriff.

“Stop! It tickles!” You gasp giggle when his fingers palliates into your soft love-handles nipping and lapping then sponging tender kisses to your belly, your back arching abruptly with a low crack your blunt nails scratching down the wallpaper when Harry coos and spurts noises of admiration.

“Can’t help it, poppet. I love your little belly so much.” Your mouth parts around shallow breaths when he nuzzles his nose against your heat and engulfs into the tangerine smell of your arousal, pressing a kiss to the damp spot and murmuring against it with his calloused palm hardly pressed to your quivering tummy.

“Love feelin’ myself snug in your belly, how it warbles and gurgles fo’ me t’ fill it up with me cum,” His gruff tone sending cold shivers down your spine, making you wetter and slicker, pussy lips clenching around nothing making squelching noises catching Harry’s attention and he smirks ominously -- startling you with a gentle nip to the inside of your thighs then ripping your panties in one harsh tug.

“You love takin’ my cock in this cute belly of yours don’t ye' kitten?” He asks you, eyes glued to the way you melt into his touch when he parts your glistening pulsating folds away with his middle and index, mesmerised at how drippy you’ve managed to get for him as it coats his digits then tricks down his wrist thickly.

“Hmm. Guess like I’ve no option but to treat myself to the sweet pussy of my belly dancer.” He hums roguishly, making you bob your head vigorously and pulling at his hair to nudge him to do something anything to quell this ache that's soaring like a flame in wind making you embarrassingly more slippery every passing second.

Your eyelids skewers tight, fingers falling lip atop the mop of his curls and knees quaking thanks to Harry’s strong biceps straddling you over his shoulders as he spreads your legs wider apart and grips onto your thighs with his all might and strokes his tongue in one tantalising hot lick from all the way to your slit up your pulsing clitoris wrapping his lips around the sensitive nub into a nasty suck and toys it around with his tongue.

“Ha –- H ... Harry!” You whimper out meekly grinding your cunt against the faint stubble growing over his cupid-bow, pleasure spiking into your each pore at how good it feels.

“Mhmm kitten, tell me does daddy makes y'feel good? Warm and nice?” A string of saliva connects his lips and your clitoris. He presses his two fingers to it moving them up and down to lube them then to rub your clit in tight little circles, putting right pressure and attention to it as you cry out slumping against the wall and grabbing onto the nearest furniture with a mantra of harryharryharry booming in your head.

“Yes, yes, yes. You’re so good to me,” You mewl out impishly incasing his head perfectly between your thighs, trembling in his hold when he eases his ring and middle finger inside you gauging for your reactions and carousing in the way your face falls placid into pure bliss, your lips wobbly and the corners of your eyes dotting pink.

“This feels good, moppet?” He asks gruffly curling to caress the spot that sends you into wreck havoc and plunges his fingers deeper inside you, the tip of his nose stuffing into your mound as he licks into you hungrily and sloppily getting his cheeks and chin all messy and shiny with your juices.

“Bet, daddy’s cock feels better. Stuffs y’belly more good.” He growls, the vibrations jolting you in your skin. His fingers fucking into you quicker and deeper, pushing his knuckles to your weepy tight entrance – your cunt swallowing his rings.

Your chin tips up towards the ceiling moaning breathily, thighs trembling and hands gripping his shoulders that’ll leave guaranteed bruises as the ministrations of his mouth and tongue on you, his fingers thrusting in you and his face making a mess out of your drippiness become too much for you sending you into a over drive of buzziness making you lightheaded and floaty.

“C’mon kitten drench me, cum in daddy’s mouth.” Is all it takes for you to do what he asked for and you almost fell forward if not for Harry’s support squirting with loud and wounded moans.

He almost combusts in his pants when you grit carnally riding his face and shoving yourself down into him, not able to stop coming while he encourages you, soothing your aching thighs with gentle strokes, “That’s it baby, atta girl.” And “You did so good f'me kitten, g’na show you how hard ‘m for you.”

"Cute. How bout I fuck you in every one of my outfits?" He pats your cheek, smacking a big kiss to it and doesn't wait for your response before throwing you over his shoulder and landing a stinging slap to your bum.

His dark lustful eyes indicating that he’s not done with you yet.

[apricotgojo]

hello love! Can I please request a somewhat spicy sub!chat noir x reader? Maybe where the reader is kinda feeling him up and leaving him hickeys and he’s a purring and moaning mess? Maybe he’s begging her to keep going and who is she to say no to such a sweet baby kitty? If that’s not too much of course😌 tysm

Hello bb ! I hope that this satisfied your sub! Chat needs hehe (i know it satisfied mine so) I really love how this came out and maybe i’m willing on continuing another part from here) Thank you so much for this request ! <3

Pairing: Chat Noir X Reader

Warnings: NSFW, characters are aged up in college here :), swearing.

Tags: Sub!chat, Dry humping, begging.

This is how it all went down. He saved you from an akumatized villain. He flirted. You flirted back. Then you guys started hooking up.

You didn’t understand why Chat Noir would do this with a civilian but like every other person on this planet, he has his needs. He would knock in a pattern on your window so you knew it was him and you would let him in, you’d talk for a bit, ask each other about your day until one of you breaks and pushes the other on the bed or against the wall. He was good in bed. Very good. You knew you’d never grow tired of this affair. To top it all off after you both finished you’d sit in bed and talk about all sorts of things. Aliens, Conspiracy theories about the media, gossip about people and sometimes he’d even play Mario Kart with you.

There were no strings attached. You both made it clear from day one. There couldn’t be. You both didn’t have the time for a relationship, you both didn’t have the energy for one so you simply stuck to the title ‘fuck buddies’ until one of you decides to back out. This night was different though. A smile didn’t appear on your face when you hear the familiar knock on your window because you were stuck cussing at your computer screen and rubbing your head in frustration. You had an essay to explain Shakespeare and his works but for some reason you kept deleting all that you’ve typed because you couldn’t put your thoughts into words.

He knocked again, quickly this time. “I know you’re there, beautiful.” His voice was muffled through the glass.

You huffed and put your laptop on the bed before stomping to the window. You opened it and were met by the hero grinning at you. You, on the other hand, didn’t have a pleased look on your face.

“I’m not in the mood Chat.” You state and were about to close the window again but he held it to stop you from closing it.

“Ma Belle, did I do something wrong?” He asks, a frown on his face.

You shake your head. “No, I just have this stupid essay that I’ve been trying to type out for the past four hours.” You sigh and make your way back to your bed, rubbing your temples.

He follows you inside and closes the window behind him.

“Maybe I can ease your stress for a little bit.” He says, a smirk on his face.

You simply shoot him a glare and he chuckles nervously, putting his hands up in defense.

“Okay. No sex. Got it.” He sits beside you and looks at what you’re typing.

“You know you can leave right? If you’re horny you can go to your other side bitches.” You say as you type away, your eyes glued onto your screen.

Chat purses his lips, like he held himself back from saying something and shook his head.

“Maybe I came here for some company.” He says.

You snort and chuckle. “Yeah right.” You say sarcastically and look at him, but he wasn’t smiling. You gulp and your smile fades away. Did he seriously come over because he feels lonely?

His face was leaning closer to your and you were leaning closer too. No. You had to finish this stupid essay.

“Stop distracting me kitty.” You whisper and kiss his nose quickly before looking back at the screen.

He groans and falls back on the bed, playing with the pillow.

“I can help you if you’re writing about Shakespear, I wro-“ He stops himself from talking and you turn around, quirking your eyebrow at him.

“You wrote an essay like this?” you questioned.

He visibly gulps and shakes his head.

“Do you go to college?” You question further.

He chuckles nervously. “You know I can’t tell you that mon ange.”

You stare at him for a moment before looking back at your screen. You decided not to pry further, he seemed uncomfortable talking about his personal life and you decided to respect his wishes.

Your phone started to ring and you see that it’s your friend from college Marinette. You pick it up.

“Hey Mari.” You say as you type.

“The deadline has been changed to next week!” She exclaims happily.

You were filled with rage.

“what?” You deadpanned.

“Yeah apparently some students asked to change it because they were having difficulties so he changed it to next week instead of tomorrow morning.”

“I literally asked him to extend the deadline three days ago and he refused. I swear to god I want to kill this son of a bitch” You groan and clutch your fist in anger.

She sighs, “I know girl, but hey at least you’ve got more time on your hands!”

Marinette always tried to be positive when she could and you appreciated that but honestly you needed to vent. “Yeah, thanks for letting me know Mari.”

“No problem! Bonne nuit.”

“Bonne nuit.” You sigh out before you end the call.

You groan out in frustration and shut your laptop.

“What happened?” Chat asks.

You get out of your bed and start to pace around.

“I have been working on this essay for the past four days, knowing very well how stupid it was that the deadline was only five days for a two thousand word essay on fucking Shakespeare and when I ask to extend the deadline, the son of a bitch replies with an angry email saying theres enough time and that im just lazy.” You finally breathe and chat was about to say something but you cut him off.

“But when his privileged French pupil ask him to extend the deadline of course he agrees and you know what, I think it was Adrien fucking Agreste who asked him because hes the fucking pretty model boy who has everybody on their knees for him just because of his high status.” You sit down and without realising you start talking about a different subject.

“Yeah, I get it, everybody wants to fuck the pretty blond guy with money, I would too but at least I don’t look like a thirsty bitch every time he talks to me, some girls in my damn college have literally no chill and I swear to god one day I want to make him my bitch, make him weak for me to show those bitches what i’m capable of.” You were breathing heavily at this point and your face was flushed red.

You always thought Adrien was attractive, everyone did but whenever he talked to you, you responded normally to him unlike other people who constantly laughed at everything he said to try and get in his pants. He was a good guy but he was too well known for his own good and it made you uninterested in him. You thought he was out of your league, that’s what those french bitches told you at least. They belittled you just because you’re foreign - you knew they were just jealous that Adrien was always the one to come up to talk to you unlike them.

That was enough ranting for now. You look at Chat who was staring at you wide eyed, his cheeks glowing red.

“You don’t need to say anything, it’s just-“ You look down at his body and notice something. “Chat..why are you hard?”

He crosses his legs over the other awkwardly to try and hide it. “W-What are you talking about?”

You stand up and walk over to him and he walks back until he’s pressed against the wall.

“What? You get hard thinking about me making someone weak?” You whisper to him and he looks away from you. “You want me to do the same to you kitty?” You kiss his ear and he shudders, nodding slowly. Your hand moves down from his chest to his belly and your lips move from his ear to his jaw. Chat tilts his head back and a frenzy of purrs emerge from his parted lips. He was aroused, in a state of euphoria even with your small, light touches. Your hand moved lower until it reached down to the tent he had in his suit. It was painfully tight for him. Your fingertips lightly brushed over the bulge and he cussed under his breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered while you continued to touch his clothed erection and lick up his neck. He kept purring and moaning at the same time. You loved seeing him worked up like this. Your lips latched on to a certain spot on his neck and you sucked on it harshly, nibbling at it when you got the chance and putting more pressure with your hand against him.

He was a mess, grinding against your hand and breathing heavily.

“Ma Belle – merde,” he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “I want more, please.” He begs and you look up at him, noticing the red mark on his neck and feeling very pleased with yourself.

“More what, kitty?” You whisper and remove your hand from where it was.

He groans in frustration.

“More – I-I want you to touch me more.” He pleads. “Please.”

You smirk at him and pull him to your bed, pushing him back on the bed and getting on his lap. Before he could react you put your lips on his and start to grind on top of him.

He moans against your lips and throws his head back, holding onto your hips for support. You could tell that he wanted to take his clothes off but you wanted him to come right then and there.

Your hips move against his, the friction pleasing you the same, causing you to moan but grin at the worked up blond beneath you.

“Shit, shit I’m close.” He whimpers and closes his eyes, moving his own hips with yours to get more pleasure.

It felt so good but you knew you couldn’t finish with him, maybe you could continue after but your hopes disappeared when you heard the beeping coming from his ring.

“Mon Ange I-“

“Shut up and come for me kitty.” You groan out and quicken your movements causing him to part his lips and hold onto you.

His body shakes and he spews out cuss words in French while he comes undone, thrusting his hips up and whimpering.

You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other both dazed and tired. You were about to lean in for another kiss but his ring starts beeping furiously.

You hop off of his lap and watch as he groans while he gets up, uncomfortably moving because of the mess he made between his legs.

“I’m sorry I cant finish you off.” He says, pouting at you.

“It’s okay Chat, I think you’ve done enough today.” You wink at him and he chuckles bashfully.

“Until next time Mon ange!” He says and opens the window.

“Bye Kitty.” You blow him a kiss and with that he’s off.

Maybe you could actually finish yourself off to the thought of him being a mess for you but before you could even do anything, your phone beeps and you see a notification from Adrien Agreste.

 “Did you hear that they moved the deadline for the Shakespeare essay? Pissed me off tbh.”

It was like he knew you accused him of something and to top it all off this was the first time he’s ever really texted you. It was weird but maybe you shouldn’t think much of it. Right?

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Discreet ~

Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

Word count: 3.5 k 

Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~ 

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide. 

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you. 

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration. 

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing. 

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys. 

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair. 

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer. 

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed. 

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat. 

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth. 

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that  was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”. 

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt  Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief. 

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black. 

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall. 

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch. 

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out. 

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence. 

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex. 

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces. 

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement. 

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place. 

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes. 

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin. 

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.” 

[moxfirefly]

Hey I kinda wanna make a request (don't know if I have already)

13:I’m not wearing anything under this

26:Don’t make me pull over - that’s it

29:Scream for me. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel

Praise Kink

Over-stimulation kink

With the loveable nerd donnie?

If this isn't possible I understand, love all your work by the way

I have never seen a more perfect set up. Friend you’ve got it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

He exactly knew what you were trying to do from the moment you climbed into the truck in that frilly little sun dress. In fact he would bet a kidney that the choice of wardrobe on the hot summers night was catered to distract him to the point of muttering to himself.

Donnie was and is, a safe driver.

But that stupid dress had mysteriously ridden up your thighs when he hit a pothole somewhere into his drive through Manhattan. It was a fun little activity the two of you did all the time, a means of getting away, AC on high and privacy you both didn’t get often.

But you had intentions.

Intentions that hopefully would lead to the a very good outcome. So when Donnie saw your hands smooth over the tops of your thighs, his eye would twitch. Never mind when you crossed your legs and that defiant flimsy fabric just allowed more skin to show.

“-could you believe the nerve of that guy? Anyways my boss fired him, good riddance honestly. What about you babe? How was your day?” Donnie had absorbed cero information for the first time in his life, he was at a red light, big brown eyes blinking at you.

You smirked, uncrossing your legs, crossing them the opposite way you had previously.

“What’s your game plan here?” He asked, you almost snorted.

“Whatever are you saying my dearest? Can a gal know how her man’s day has been?” Oh you were a clever sneak but your eyes always betrayed you and when the corners of your mouth shot up in a fit of laughter, Donnie frowned. “My day is great! Just somewhat distracted by a certain someone, you know if we crash it’s totally your fault” He honked when the guy in front of him didn’t move at the green light.

Wanting to make things even more savory, you played with the hem of your dress. “I love when I distract you, it’s a favorite past time of mine” You lifted it and reveled in Donnie almost cracking his neck to see what you were doing and then back to the road ahead.

“I’m not wearing anything under this” You spoke, a sultry hint to your words. You were in fact bare, with every intention of teasing him into having to do something about it.

He bit his lip and shook his head, this was so not happening right now and you sure as hell weren’t...

“Y/n...” Your name sounded like a demand the moment he saw your palm run over the hood of your sex. He kept a good handle of driving and sneaking glances at your lap. Your legs spread enough for you to slide a finger in between your folds and to Donnie’s pure teasing realization he heard how wet you were. You relaxed back, soft touches working you up and Donnie soft little churrs picking up volume. When you pushed that digit inside of yourself, he gripped the steering wheel. “Don’t make me pull over” It was that stern voice he used on occasion.

With another turn on a less trafficked street, you turned to him, digit slowly pumping in and out of you and said, “Or what?” You grinned mischievously. “-That’s it”

Donnie parked the car by the sidewalk, not really caring that even if it was relatively late pedestrians were still passing by here and there. He reclined your chair, enjoying the little yelp that exited your mouth. Pushing your hand away he popped his own digit into his mouth before teasing it at your entrance. “Have you been walking around this city with no underwear? Answer me” You stifled a giggle by biting your lip but that quickly melted into a moan when he pushed his much larger digit inside of you. Your thighs shook with the delightfully stuffed sensation it brought.

“You haven’t answered my question” He thrusted his finger, moving just the way he knew that could illicit the best response.

“So what if I did?” Defiant words for somebody in a precarious position. Donnie had that little twinkle in his eye, the one you knew all too well.

“Nobody, and I do mean nobody, has or will have the right to see this” He emphasized the last word with a harsher thrust of his finger that made you choke. “I guess that only leaves one other option, reminding you exactly who you belong to” That sentence was enough to make you want to scream internally, pushing the usually chill terrapin to these extents wasn’t the easiest. Sometimes one had to play dirty, which you we never opposed to doing so.

Somewhere between a moan and a full body shiver you felt Donnie crook his finger. That first release whenever sought out like this, always made you just a little dizzy, made your joints protest from tensing so much. Your hands flew to his chest, the firmness of his plates grounding you back from your high.

“Say ‘thank you, Donnie’, come on baby, use your words” He swelled with pride seeing your mouth start to move but nothing resembling the words coming out.

So naturally, he started up again.

You squished your thighs together, trapping his hand when the oversensitivity hit but he only ‘tsk’d’ his disapprovement and gave your thighs a soft slap. “Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze” Trembling thighs obeyed and separated enough for him to continue his strokes, thumb circling over your clit with enough pressure to make your hand fly up to your mouth.

Just like that he pulled another orgasm out of you, but did not stop his motions over your clit.

You started to squirm, breath hitching into embarrassing squeaks and all the more he glued those precious brown orbs of his to you.

“Well?” He barely sounded strained, he was hardly even breaking a sweat.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You shut your eyes when he didn’t stop, every nerve in your body felt over exposed, saturated with the constant onslaught to your sensitive nub.

One more, yanked from your body, hard enough you felt a rush of something in your brain and that jelly like feeling hit your limbs. He fucked his finger slowly in and out, bringing you down into a somewhat false sense of security. Your hazy vision found the window on your side, a few pedestrians passing and the idea that somebody could’ve heard...

Pulling out his digit, Donnie popped it into his mouth. “I had a very nice date planned out, but then again this isn’t far off from the original plan” He pulled you up into a sitting position but maneuvered you onto your knees to face the car window. He bunched up your dress and nudged you forward to rest your hands on the glass. “You like making a spectacle? Walking around with nothing under your dress?” Donnie spoke those words against the back of your head, he enjoyed the scent of your hair. Gripping your hips he pushed you against the prominent bulge.

Oh how your thighs shook. Your breath fogged up the glass as you heard him unzip. “Dee-ohfuck” He ran the length of his cock through your folds, squeezing your thighs for the right pressure for the teasing friction. “Aren’t I a nice guy? See how good I treat you?” He hunched over you, chin resting on your shoulder. A large three fingered hand landed on the glass next to yours, it gutted him to see the contrast in size, to see your pinky wrap around his much thicker digit. “Tell me how it feels, when I push into you” He whispered against your shoulder, slowly sliding in and stretching you out.

It was tricky, the space wasn’t too small but between both seats he found a good spot to stand (or more so bend) and give you the first thrust that left your mouth hanging open. “So so so good,” You muttered with a shaky voice. “And? What else?” He loved the way you swallowed letters the moment he thrusted just a little harder. “You’re so fucking big, you do this so good, god Donnie nobody’s fucked me like you before” There was deep rumbling churr against your neck, he tasted salt and your perfume when he licked it.

“You’re the best, you’re the fucking best!” You moaned out, loud enough you felt embarrassment as somebody passed by. Naturally Donnie noticed, smirking against your neck. “Now we’re shy? Now you want to be a good girl?” He hooked an arm around your waist and absolutely threw caution to the god damn wind.

He sped up, deep thrusts that were fully determine to make you scream your head off. Right there with his hips smacking against your rear he spoke the words you knew would be your undoing.

“Scream for me, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel” He drove into you with that very purpose in mind. That long cock of his hitting exactly the spots you needed in order to do so. In order to scream your head off when your release came suddenly and so devastatingly strong, you felt something gush out of you. It’s intensity made your eyes shut tight as you rode the high. Feeling teeth at your shoulder and a muffled string of curses and your name you felt warmth shoot into you.

You don’t remember Donnie shuffling the two of you onto the couch but at some point you’re there. Body slumped, dress still scrunched up as Donnie rummages through a small bin for some wet wipes. “Did you cum on the chair again?” You asked him sleepily and with a smile, you still had enough gas in the tank for a few jabs. He had bag between his teeth as he stumbled to push up his pants. Dropping the wipes near you he smirked.

“No, but you did” He declared quite triumphantly.

Your foggy dopamine ridden brain took a bit to load.

“I squirted!?” You wanted to sit up but that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. You covered your face, embarrassment clear. Donnie snorted and rubbed your rear affectionately. “Please, if it were up to me I’d leave it there like a badge of honor” He stifled another laugh when you peaked through hands and glared.

“By the way...” He kissed your arm.

“Hm?” The sensation lulled you.

“I love you” His words were soft yet serious.

“I love you more” You whispered back.

[prelovednikaidou]

corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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