#just wanna be his pretty little cocksleeve is that too much to ask ? :')

[xxsunoosprincess]

hiii thank you for your writings!

can you write enha and things they say during sex?

Tysm!! I’m so excited, it’s baby’s first request (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) hope you enjoy! xx

Enhypen and things they say during sex (OT6)

pairings: enhypen legal line x y/n

warnings: 18+, minors dni, dirty talk, fem!reader, mentions of overstim, oral sex, and sexting, Jake calls reader a whore and a cocksleeve <3

Heeseung is so down bad for you. That’s why when you guys have sex, he is spouting out praise. Loves you so so much and not afraid to say it.

𐙚 “You see what you do to me, baby? Fuck, I’m so hard for you”

𐙚 “Look up at me. Yeah, that’s it. Look so pretty like this. You’re made for my cock.”

Jay loves how stupid you get when he fucks you good, and the way he speaks to you already has you about half way there. Always asking you questions despite knowing you are too far gone to be able to answer.

𐙚 “That feel good? Hmm? Love when I fuck you like this?”

𐙚 “Give me your hand, sweetheart. Feel that? That’s me in your tummy. Is that too deep for you?” He so condescending it’s so hot.

Jake is always bossing you around in bed. Not shy about telling you how he likes it. Really doesn’t mean to be, his mouth is just filthy!

𐙚 “Kiss the tip, baby. Just like that. Fuuuck, you’re an angel. Love you so much.”

𐙚 “Fuck yourself on my dick like the little whore you are. I’m so close already, baby. My perfect little cocksleeve.”

Sunghoon tends to be quieter in bed, but loves building up the anticipation. Known to sext, and has absolutely no filter. Simple, but effective.

𐙚 “I think about you when I touch myself. Need you so bad.”

𐙚 “You look so good. Got me so fucking hard and you’re not even here.”

Sunoo is so loud when you fuck and wants you to be too! Wants everyone to know just how good he makes you feel!!

𐙚 “Don’t be shy baby, say my name. No need to hide those pretty sounds. Tell everyone who is fucking you right now.”

𐙚 “You sound so pretty gagging on my cock. My beautiful girl. Fuck, love you so much.”

Jungwon, always the supportive friend, can’t shake the habit in bed. Always encouraging you to fuck him just right!

𐙚 “Take it. Come on, I know you can fit all of me inside. That’s it, that’s a good girl”

𐙚 “Wanna cum again. Please, y/n, just a little faster. Ah~ <3!”

END.

a/n : sorry these are a bit short, I’m still figuring out how I want to do requests :3 requests are open if you want to see more!! Ty for reading <3 xx - princess

[euijoosorangeslice]

I definitely wanna hear your thoughts! I love hearing about peoples' kinks since I'm pretty kinky myself, or at least I think I am lol

i need to go down the list of people ive been nonstop thinking of for the past week...

so first kei, i always thought hed be into one of those type of things like hunting your prey/hide and seek energy. hes just so masculine i get those type of vibes where he's gonna count down and if he finds you...welll hes gonna fuck you right where he finds you.

i always say no when people ask if i have like a mommy/daddy kink but istg it's only for euijoo or fuma. like im a little too into it when i think of how much i would love to call fuma daddy. (let me just say my favorite pet name is angel. off the bat, someone calls me that? oh i'm already standing booty butt naked in the middle of their bedroom.) and liike i already know euijoo likes to be praised but i just wanna lift up his shirt and bite on his nipples while calling him a good boy or telling him hes doing a good job just so i can feel him poking into me.

thers no way nicholas doesn't like spanking his s/o's. its just knowing that your freaking out over him makes him so proud he does anything to gauge a reaction. thats why i think he likes heavy impact play, maybe even knife play?

for jo, i get really strong cockwarming vibes from him. like i would sit on his lap while he draws or plays games on his nintendo. doesnt always have to be sexual but 8/10 times itll turn into sex.

yuma i just really get big brat tamer vibes from him. like everyone always says he's the one teaching you a lesson but no, youre teaching him a lesson. whether thats tying him up and stripping in front of him and not letting him touch, or directly edging him, maybe put a blindfold on him/gagging him and use a vibrator or a cocksleeve and just see how long it takes him to lose his mind. i feel like he wouldn't really mind taking whatever you take. like it's a mutual relationship, if hes gonna shove all these toys inside of you he expects you to do the same for him.

harua is a little rough to tell becuase hes a 50/50 case. its either hard dom or needy sub. theres no inbetween with him, and i think his favorite part of sex in foreplay. sometimes, he doesn't even need the penetration and you two can just play with eachother until youre satisfied.

lastly, taki is definetly a hard dom. but i feel he can be soft at times. like sex isnt always just fast paced bending you over every surface in his dorm (even when the members are home, just hope they stay in their rooms), sometimes its that he misses you and he takes you to somewhere romantic before for a date and then when you two get home, you have really lovey dovey sex.

(ignore the spelling mistakes, my head has been twirling with this shit for like a whole week now.)

[chiidori-i]

Stellaron Hunters! NSFW Headcanons

These are some raunchy headcanons for the stellaron hunters! Pairings: kafka X gn! reader, blade x gn reader!

CW! Mentions of blood and knives, degrading (heavy in blades part) Author's note: THIS IS UNHOLYYYYYYYYYYY-V !Kafka! - lord jesus you better pray for your insides - a hard top for sure (dommy mommy meow) - will use her domination skill on you (of you're okay with that consent is key) -whispers the foulest things in your ear while she's fucking you -call her mommy its game over, you're gonna experience heaven - has long ass fingers and WHOSE COMPLAINING? - big into knife play and will ask you about it - honestly prefers to use her fingers over her strap, she said something about "feeling you around her" -LIVES for fucking you right after a mission, so much adrenaline so little time - if she chooses to use her strap rest in peace your guts cause they're about to get rearranged -she fucks HARD and will not go any slower, doesn't matter how much you beg

-after care queen, will cuddle you for as long as you want, you want snacks? water? a bath? easy! she'll get it for you anything for her cutie! will 100% take a bath with you and clean you up perfectly, she loves you soooooo much and wants to make sure you're content

"k-kafka!" youre pleading with her to slow down even a little bit but your pleas fall on deaf ears "awh something wrong pretty? i thought you loved it when i fuck you like this" with that kafka just keeps going harder. "pl-ease i- cant! too much" kafka leans over you, grabs your chin and makes you look her in the eyes "you know how to ask for what you want now ask me correctly this time cutie." she purrs "please mommy! make me cum please! ill be good i-i swear!" you look at her pleadingly with teary eyes "what good manners you have baby, just relax while mommy makes you cum"

!Blade! - i have one word and that word is RUN - lemme jus say this man will hunt you like prey and when he catches you don't think for a second you'll be walking for at least a day - HEAVY into blood kinks and knifeplay -you know that song by nine inch nails well uh blade makes that song a reality -incredibly hard top refuses to bottom AT ALL (he has issues okay) - loves loves LOVES marking you up! bites, scratches, cuts, bruises on your hips or neck from how tight he was gripping your skin, man lives for ALL of it and will totally laugh whenever you try to cover any of them up -will say the most obscene things while fucking you does not care whatsoever he has zero shame (god bless) -will lose his mind if you ask him to tie you up, you mention it at any point and he's ready to go - will degrade you and is MEAN about it like i said he has zero shame so expect to be called a slut, whore, bitch, cocksleeve, ya know all that jazz ;) -if you ride him just know because he's underneath you doesn't mean SHIT he will bounce you on his dick like a ragdoll, you're his toy after all! -doesn't tolerate brats at all, you will get back handed if you disobey him and he will NOT let you cum for at least a few hours you can cry, beg, plead, hell even scream and you'll get nowhere you'll take what he gives you and he better not hear one complaint. - surprisingly good at aftercare, sure he might be a bit cold but he loves you you're his angel he would do anything for you, you want cuddles? he'll provide (he may act like he hates it but who is he fooling really?). will play with your hair and give you all the kisses you need while cleaning you up <3 (FUCK I LOVE THIS MANNN) "awh does my little whore wanna cum?" he purrs looking down at you, your legs are currently on his shoulders and the pace he's fucking you at is almost inhuman. "bla-de!" is really all you can manage to breathe out your mind is completely hazed by pure lust. "Awh don't tell me i've fucked you dumb already sweetheart? I'm just getting started" his hands grip your thighs even harder so hard you know they'll bruise (that's his main goal :>) "if you wanna cum you better start begging, now c'mon scream for me"

[prismatica-the-strange]

Ahhhhh I've been thinking about professor!Daniel 😣

18+

Gender Neutral reader

Warnings: Smutty, dom!Daniel, professor/student kink, self indulgent smutty dialogue

Him being a teasing dom, talking down to a sub in that condescendingly sweet voice. Lots of sweet touches and grabs that are rougher than the need to be.

"Aw, poor thing 😏 So dumb and needy."

"Gonna be good for me? You wanna good grade, right? 👀 Then you better be a good little slut and do what you're told~"

Nearly tearing apart their clothes just to touch them. Holding them against his desk, pressing himself against them.

"Such a sweet thing, so dumb you can't even speak 😘 it's a good thing fucktoys don't need words"

Holding their chin between his fingers, biting aand kissing their lips, pushing his tongue inside their mouth just to make them moan

"Shhh... you can take it... Just a little more... being such a good little whore for me 😌 I know... I know it's too much, but you're being so good I can't stop"

"Ah, fuck, such a stupid slut 🤤 all you're good for is being my fucktoy, my own little cocksleeve. You like being Professor Jackson's whore, don't you? 😏 of course you do- shhh toys don't need words, remember?"

"You look so pretty all drippy with my cum... and that pathetic pout! 😍 What? You think you deserved to cum? You have to earn that sweetie. 😏 Just be glad you were allowed to be stuffed with my cum. 😘"

"C'mon now, no tears. If you're big enough to be in my class, then you're big enough to not cry when you don't get what you want 🙄... Hey, Hey... shhh... you keep that up and I'll make you cry for real, is that what you want? 🤔 Want me to fuck you 'til whatevers left of that dumb little brain of yours is gone and you're crying for me to stop?... Stop pouting, use your words. Is that what you want? For me to make you so dick dumb that you're just a drooly, brainless, hole for me to fuck?"

" 'No More?' But this is what you wanted 🥺 you wanted to cum, so I'm letting you! You were all sad because I wouldn't let you cum, remember? I'm just giving you what you asked for. I should've known a dumb bitch like you wouldn't be able to make up their mind. Pretty, dumb things aren't smart enough to make their own decisions, so let me make them for you 😌 sh... Let all those wispy little thoughts fall away... good. Toys don't need to think. All you need in that silly little head of yours is 'Yes Professor'."

Super soft aftercare, lots of kisses and cuddles and lovey words

"You were so good for me 😍 You did such a good job! Shhh... let me clean you up. Just rest those pretty eyes and let me take care of you."

Daniel Jackson taglist: @mysg1spacemonkey @sgcprometheus @i-am-morrigans-apprentice @malcolm-reeds-pineapple @witching-things @reeseykins @abnormalvampire64 @girl-obsessed-with-things @g8z @just-a-si-fi-nerd @ghostlyfanparadise @mysweetlittledesire @pleasantfankingdom @sun-ni-day @lilyevans1 @struggling-goddess777 @destinylunar-blog @residentdemonhunter

Might consider writing an actual one shot based off this

[diordrysdale]

after dark ⋆ andy barber

dark!neighbor!andy barber x camgirl!reader

word count ⋆ 980

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, masturbation (m&f), virtual sex/livestream, use of sex toys, cheating? (on Andy’s behalf and a bit from laurie’s), age gap (reader in their 20s, andy in his late 40s), degradation, sir kink, daddy kink.

authors note ⋆ I’m very very excited for this au, andy will be dark but not in this first part, and they aren’t neighbors yet but they will be in the next part !!

don’t forget to give me some love, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

PART 2

11:00p.m. on the dot.

Andy’s phone buzzed on his nightstand, alerting him of your presence online.

kitten is going live now!

a smile inevitably spreading across his pink lips as he reached for his phone and sat up in his empty bed, wondering for a split second if laurie was actually with her friends at this hour.

placing both airpods in his ears, he immediately pressed the notification which sent him to your livestream, accepting his entry once he authorized his face-scan, accepting his payment.

“…you’re too sweet, but I don’t have a boyfriend. he’d probably be too jealous with me sharing my love with all of you.” you sheepishly responded to a question you’d been previously asked while you sat back in your gaming chair.

batting your long lash extensions, you noticed a familiar and extremely generous viewer had joined the stream, barber543.

andy adjusted his pajama pants while his eyes narrowed onto your breasts, beautifully held up by black lingerie, the fabric somewhat glowing due to your dark purple led lights.

barber543: how about you shut the fuck up and start touching that pretty cunt?

your eyes widened at the messaged you received by the demanding request plus the rest of your viewers agreeing but it only made you squirm and buck your hips.

“you must be needy tonight, sir,” you blindly reach for the long, thick silicon dildo, softly tapping it against your pouty lips, “you just want to use my holes, don’t you?”

andy felt like an idiot when he nodded, feeling as if you had responded to him, and weren’t speaking so angelically to 78,010 fans.

no, wait, 78,500.

the numbers kept rising, as did his possessiveness, even if you had no idea what he looked like.

“you don’t care if I cum tonight, you just wanna stuff me full of cream.” you pouted before licking at the bulbous head, allowing a bit of drool to slide down the side.

andy slipped out his dick, feeling it throb as you giggled at the dirty messages pouring down the live chat.

“let me get myself wet so you can fuck my little pussy all you want, sir.” your free hand strayed south, caressing your slit over your lace panties, teasing the audience.

barber543: suck on that cock while you touch yourself, kitten.

even if hundreds of messages flowed in, that ‘barber’ user was the only one you desired to obey— there was something about how he expressed himself, degrading you with a tinge a praise somewhere between the lines.

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me, sir. I wanna be your good girl.” although you whispered oh-so softly, everyone could hear you clearly through your wireless, pink, cat-eared headphones.

as soon as you shoved the dildo between your lips and you exaggerated the wet suction noises, andy sighed, resting against the headboard as he began jerking his cock with the pace of the fake one you had in possession.

“you taste so good, sir,” you whimpered breathlessly as you wiggled out from your panties, taking a second to lap your tongue against the wet fabric, causing andy to shudder out a gasp as he squeezed his balls a bit.

“want you to cum in my stupid cunt, daddy, I’m just a cocksleeve for you,” you spread your legs, making sure your wetness was visible for the viewers and still in camera frame.

“gonna breed your fucking cunt, baby, lemme put it in,” andy grunted as he fucked his fist rapidly, the thought of leaving you all dirty with his seed made his head spin.

you let out a pretty cry as you drove the dildo inch by inch into your soaking pussy, the squelching sounds loud enough for almost 100k fans.

“you feel so big, sir, my tight pussy can’t take it—“ you gasped out, your middle and ring finger zeroing on your pulsing clit, leading you closer to your high.

barber543: you better start fucking yourself properly before I make you, you fucking slut

you bit back a smile and masked it with tearfully bambi eyes, sitting up straight to slam yourself down on the dildo with a pornographic moan, filling yourself to a brim just for him.

“let me cum around your thick cock, please, I need to, daddy—” the moment you hit that spongy spot and your eyes rolled back, was the exact moment andy choked back a gutteral moan and shot ribbons of hot cum across his phone screen.

“fuck me please, fuuuck!” you wailed like a brat, grinding on the silicon toy as your free hand smacked at your puffy clit, triggering your orgasm and you arched your back, hands flying out to stable yourself as your legs shut to avoid overstimulation.

andy felt like he’d cum again just from that.

your heart pattering like a wild bird in a cage, you calmed yourself down and flashed your million dollar tiresome and fucked out smile, yet you were still cockwarming the dildo.

the chiming of donations were overwhelming, making your [e/c] eyes widen at the amount.

barber543: buy yourself a bigger toy, sweetheart, so you can imagine it’s mine.

barber543 just donated $500.00!

holy shit!

“thank you all so so much!” you say more to that generous user than to anyone, “I’ve got to log off for tonight, but I’ll be live-streaming on my gaming channel on twitch tomorrow morning, and I’ll be back on here at the same time, 11:00 pm, don’t forget.”

andy enjoyed listening to you speak your farewells, and he’d sure as hell tune in to whatever to asked him to.

“and a big thank you to barber543, I’ll have a surprise for you tomorrow night. bye!” you waved your fingers before shutting off for the night.

andy was starstruck. you said his name!

well, not his name, per se, but his username!

it’s a start… right?

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authors note ⋆ im gonna start updating more often and I’ve got another fic almost ready with ransom x reader x robert pronge <3

[onyxoverride]

OK BUT TOJI JUST BRRRRGUEHWJGJAKD

stepdaddy!toji.... 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

warnings: pseudo-incest, step-dad/step-daughter and step-brother/step-sister, just a bunch of fuckin, father vs son rivalry, manipulation-ish, MINORS DNI

note: WHEEWW You are onto something anon

Step Daddy Toji who’s forced to marry again after his wife dies, so why not marry a woman who has a pretty little thing like you attached to her. He has it planned from the beginning, it doesn’t matter that you are 20 and his son's age, he doesn’t really care. He just loves the idea of corrupting you completely to be addicted to him. Little touches in the morning before your mom wakes up, squeezes under the dinner table that make you heat up. 

It’s a gradual process, worming under your skin to make you addicted. Starts asking inappropriate questions like “Have you ever done anything with a boy?” “Why not try something with a real man.” and comments on your clothing, whenever mom scolds you for being too provocative he’s conflicted on whether or not to agree because you look good, too good, and he knows all the boys and girls will stare at you. 

If he’s alone with you, his hand will be tugging at your clothes, “Only wear these for me.” and you give him an obedient nod. Eventually, he comes home and says “Wanna help daddy destress?” even though he never calls himself anything but your stepdad. But you do want to help, and being useful and good for him feels nice. So he swings your thighs over his shoulders and devours your sweet cunt until you are crying from overstim. Asks, “Want me to teach you how to make me feel good?” Chuckles at your enthusiastic nod, leaves a wet kiss to your lips before making you get on your knees before him. Holds the back of your head, a thumb in your mouth between your teeth, and sinks you down on his cock, instructing you “Use your tongue like that around the tip... now give it a kiss sweetheart.” It’s embarrassing but seeing his smile even when it’s cocky and sadistic is nice. Uses your mouth like a cocksleeve, a cute little hole made for him. Basks in the wet lewd gagging noises he’s pulling from your throat. Cums so deep down your throat you don’t even need to swallow.

Megumi is the only one who catches on which leaves him blushing every time you to interact in a suggestive way, Toji knows he knows, and the possessive look he sends him shouldn’t be haunting him. But it just tempts him more to do more with you, until he can manipulate his way into your pants just like his father did, like father like son right? It’s more out of spite than anything, wanting to ruin his father's precious plaything, stealing the sexiest pair of panties from your dirty laundry basket to jack off to. Soon he’s close enough to just spend casual time with you, and can even do it when your mom is in the house which sends Toji’s blood boiling every time you two hang out. Then Megumi’s sticking his hand between your legs, and part of you says to stop him because Toji has said you are his and only his but Toji isn’t only yours? So you let Megumi finger you until you cum, biting into his shoulder, rocks his cock over your slick cunt while he bites at your tits. If he leaves marks Toji might be mad but it feels so good, he is so much gentler than his father. 

At this point you are addicted to cock, one of them isn’t enough to satisfy you anymore so you indulge in both, relatively unknowing of the rivalry going on between them. It’s more acceptable to sleep in Megumi’s room anyway, so you spend a lot of time in there. Sometimes it’s just to help you with homework, but after that? Megumi wants to taste you on his lips, rock into you slowly on the floor (bed is too creaky) because lazy post-homework sex feels the best. 

Toji makes you have movie nights (disguised as “bonding”) with him just so he can sit you on his cock and watch you squirm until he fucks you into the couch, turning you into a drooling brainless mess for him. Just how he likes it. Sometimes Megumi comes home to your bed creaking loudly and your sobbing, he’s never that rough, is that how you like it? 

He’ll just have to find out.

[thunderthighs77]

Aizawa’s Assistant Part 2

**Part 3** **Part 1** IF THE LINKS DO NOT WORK, PLEASE LET KNOW. PART 1 & 3 CAN BE FOUND ON MY PAGE RIGHT NOW ANYWAY

Hello, my cherubs! Aizawa and his pet play kink (as well as piss kink) self is indulging in some public humiliation. Please enjoy!

CW/TW: Fem Reader x Aizawa, Face-fucking, PISSING, pet names (kitty, sex kitten), mentions of exhibitionism, pet play

The summer streets were empty tonight. Everyone in Aizawa’s city was out by the river, a fireworks show. No one was in his neighborhood right now. But, you did not know that. Be it that you lived an hour and half away from his city, you were not familiar with the little neighborhood tradition. Perfect for Aizawa’s little mischievous game that he wanted to play with you. 

He tugs on your leash that’s around your neck, taking you down the steps of his apartment building and onto the street. A giant street lamp was above you, and below in its shining light was a bench. Aizawa sat down and tied his shoes, while you stood, trembling. 

You had on a skimpy thong and bikini top, completely exposing your breasts, butt, and thighs. It was barely fitting. You had a collar with a bell and a vibrator in your pussy. The same one from early, with the battery box taped on your inner thigh. You stood and crossed your legs, trying to maintain your ecstasy.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?”, Aizawa teased. He stood up and dropped the leash to circle around you. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as you felt his eyes scan your body. 

“Gotta pee?”, he whispered in your ear which sent a shiver down your whole body. Your full bladder from the diuretic and wine from earlier was pushing on your G-spot, your inner walls, everywhere down there. You just needed to pee. 

“Please, sir,” you beg. Aizawa smirked and completed his predatory walk around you. He finally stood before and leaned it to your face. “No,” he said plainly. 

Aizawa loves blow jobs, like fucking loves them. He pushes on your shoulders to push you down to your knees and you sit on the ground and look up at him. He had a playfully poutful look on his face as he stroked yours. It was a lie. He was so fucking hard and loved this. 

You on the other hand were panicking. “What if someone sees?”, you ask while looking around. The vibrators weren’t helping, making you completely weak and nervous. The lights were out in the windows of the buildings, but who knows who was home or not. It freaked you out, and you were constantly looking over your shoulders every few seconds as Aizawa unzipped his pants and cupped the underside of your head. 

“Relax, baby.” He bends down to your face where he had an evil smile and said, “If someone sees, they’ll probably jerk off to your sexy ass choking on my dick.” Your eyes widened, as adrenaline ran through your system at that thought.

Aizawa pulled out his dick and it hit the left side of your face. Thick as ever, and heavy. “Come on, kitty. If you wanna cum, you better open up.” 

Cum. Oh yeah. That. No, fuck cumming. You just wanted to fucking pee. 

While his balls slapped against your chin harshly, your drooling spit had fell down your face and onto your chin, where it hooked onto his balls and created a string every time he thrusted in and out of your mouth. It was sticky and itchy. As he fucked your face, you couldn't help but rub your clit, letting out tiny drops of urine fall to the ground because of your nearing orgasm. "Is kitty coming from just my cock being down her throat? Huhh?” Aizawa teased. He was holding on to the back of your head, holding it in place as he thrusted inside and out. 

Your mouth was his cocksleeve. He couldn't help but tease you about your desperate attempts to orgasm without his dick even being in your pussy. "A little slut like you could definitely cum from just being face fucked." You moan and whimper as he hit the back of your throat, trying to signal you needed to pause.  

You felt like you were going to throw up and tapped on his thigh, causing him to pull out and what you thought was vomit was really just a pool of spit that you coughed up. You moaned at the vibrators and tried to catch your breath from the sudden urge of vomiting. Your mind felt high. 

Aizawa pulled you by the hair at the top of your head and you tilt your head up to look at him again. His wet dick, still laced with your spit, slapped your face again. It was wet and sticky, the spit making your face feel sticky. It felt so good. You were so close to peeing and cumming.   

You couldn't hold it in. Your full bladder was painfully pushing against your walls, and the vibrator wasn't helping. He stuck his cock back in your mouth and thrusted very hard and fast for a good few seconds, then he slowed down as he heard you choke and he continued his regular bobbing pace. You caught your breath and wriggled as you touched your sensitive clit.

“You're taking that cock so good baby. Yeah? Oooh fuuuck,” he groans above you. You look up at him with your eyes and he looks down and says, “You’re such a pretty kitty for me, baby.” He pulls out and a string of your saliva connects his tip with your lips. He bends down to grip your cheeks and speak in faltered articulation; "Who's such a good girl for me, huh? Yeah, you are. You're such a good girl." His words were gritted through his teeth, in a voice you would talk to a pet in. You transcend, completely in another state of mind as your tongue falls out of your mouth and something drips out. It’s not necessarily saliva, but much runnier; drool. It leaves the bubbles of your spit behind and the shiny clear liquid drips out on the street. He finally shoved it in one more time, thrusting way too deep in your throat and at last, painted your esophagus white and saturated your throat in his cum. He left his dick inside your mouth for a good few seconds, followed by a series of groans and a few muffled curses.

You didn’t know where the fuck you were. “Use me, please use me" was all that you could think of as Aizawa cums inside your mouth and holds your head down. "My good little kit-ooooh what's this?", he says as he interrupts his own sentence and looks down to hear a trickling noise. Your eyes roll back as you continue to hold your mouth open for his dick, in a complete trance, as you release yourself on the vibrator and let out little mewls and whines. A pool of yellow liquid forms on the ground. The pressure on your bladder had finally conceded. You pissed yourself as you came. 

Shock, embarrassment, relaxation, shame, humiliation, all these feelings were running through you. You didn't know where to look. You just backed off of his dick and hyperventilated and moaned into the air as Aizawa held you upright tilted chin with his index finger and smiled at you as you finished your orgasm and clenched your thighs close. And after you finally finished relieving yourself, you started to get a slight sense of reality. 

"Did kitty just pee herself? Such a naughty kitty", he teases. You whimper and moan at his sweet nothings. 

And after he recovered from his orgasm, he gripped your cheeks, and said "Who’s such a good kitty?" 

You, having swallowed his cum, look up at him, barely seeing his figure under the shining light from the street lamp and through your teary eyes, "Me" you said, smiling through your tears, spit, and cum all over you. Oh, and your piss on your thighs. 

“Feels good to go after a while from holding it in, huh?" You sigh and smile. Aizawa petted your head and commented on how good you were and how proud he was of his sex kitten. "Such a good kitty," he purred. "Who’s such a good kitty for me?", he cooed as he stroked your hair and your cheeks. "Me, Sir," you said in your playful kitty tone. 

"Mmm cupcake. Open wide for me", he says. You smile and open, closing your eyes thinking it was going to be his dick in your mouth again. Instead, a stream of something warm hits your tongue, your reflexes take over immediately and you close your mouth, instead letting his piss fall down to your thighs. It soaked your breasts and ran down like a stream.

You could hear Aizawa sigh in relief and you imagined he was throwing his head back. You wouldn't dare open your eyes and you instead just sat there and waited until he finished

The stream finally ended and you gently opened your eyes. Aizawa held your chin up with his index finger to look up at him, "What does kitty say?" 

You loved it. You loved the humiliation, the shame. 

"Thank you, sir." You look up at him with sultry eyes, almost like you were begging for more. You were just face fucked, forced to pee, had cum poured down your throat, and pissed on, and you still batted your eyelashes like you wanted more. Aizawa was ready to lose his mind.

"Such a good fucking kitty."

[meltwonu]

22. “Mine.”

36. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

notes; pantherhybrid!minghao, bunnyhybrid!reader, side bunnyhybrid!chan x reader, posessivedom!minghao, dirty talk/degradation, dumbification/name calling, breeding kink, restraints, sloppy seconds ☠️  also the way i read this and thought it was asking for a drabble where minghao storms over while the other two are fucking and makes it a threesome (altho imagine him making chan watch wheeww🥵) kdjfhsdkjh i cannot read 🤣🤣 LOL technically you dont need to have read that previous drabble for this one but i’ve tried to link it right here! Also!! I had an inbox msg floating around of someone mentioning an addition to a sequel to the original drabble as well but with Minghao going thru heat, if that was you, can you please send in ur request again bc the original request isn’t in my inbox so tumblr must've eaten it 😭 Anyway, thank you for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

“Ngh, C--Chan… Harder… Please, I want it h-harder!”

“Ah, I--o--okay…” Groaning, he snaps his hips the tiniest bit harder; body rocking into yours as he fucks you from behind. You bite your lip in return, sobs threatening to spill when it’s not enough. 

You still wanted more.

Thoughts of Minghao flood your mind, pussy clenching around Chan who moans when he feels how much tighter you get around his cock. “I, fuck, ‘m gonna cum!” He cries out, cock throbbing inside of your pussy as you squirm underneath him.

The warmth of Chan’s cum floods your body and you let out a soft groan; noises muffled by the bed sheets as you rub your face into them.

You needed more.

*ding dong*

“Was---was that the d-door?” Chan slurs out, body slumped over yours as he catches his breath.

“I… t-think so?”

He sighs contentedly, sliding his cock from inside of you as globs of cum trickle down your inner thighs and drip down to the bed sheets. “Just stay here, I’ll get dressed and check.” You hum in agreement, waiting until you hear the door shut before you flop onto your back; Chan’s cum still dripping out of you as you whimper.

Chan checks his hair in the mirror on the way to the door, running a free hand through his mussed locks before twisting the doorknob open.

“Hi, can I---whoa.”

Chan’s hit with Minghao’s dominating aura the second the door flies open and Minghao shoots the younger male a sultry smile, eyes glimmering with equal parts threat and playfulness when he leans up against the doorframe. “I take it your… ‘session’ is done here?” He drawls, “You should let me take it from here.”

“Why exactly should I let you in?” Chan makes an attempt to seem threatening to the panther hybrid, body tense as he tries to stand his ground against the predator. Minghao can only laugh under his breath, already stepping in and forcing Chan to take a step back as the younger hybrid curses under his breath.

“You should really go before you see how much she begs for me. I wouldn’t want you to feel… threatened, y’know?”

You’re not sure how much time passes since Chan’s left but your eyes are clamped shut as you lay in your bed, fingertips gliding through the combination of your wetness and Chan’s cum when you tease yourself.

The door opens and you’re immediately hit with an all too familiar scent; breath hitching as you sit up to stare at the male through bleary eyes. “I--M--Minghao, I---”

“I know what you want, little bun. Oh? Look at you, sitting pretty in a puddle of cum.” He pouts mockingly at you, unbothered when he leaves the door to your bedroom wide open and saunters over to where you lay on the bed. “Did he even make you cum, hmm? Or is it not enough for you anymore? Could he make you feel as good as I do?” You spread your legs obscenely wide for him, letting him see how much of Chan’s cum still pours out of your hole.

“N-no, please, please! Need y-your cock in m-me! I, ah, need you to--to breed my sl--slutty p-pussy!” You cry out; all inhibitions thrown out of the window when Minghao easily slots himself between your legs. “Minghao, p-please!”

He grins down at you, reaching a hand between your legs as he uses the cum as lubrication before he thrusts two fingers into your cunt. You cry out, already clamping down onto his fingers. “You want me to fuck your ‘lil cunt? Fuck that other hybrid’s cum into you? Or do you want me to cum inside of you too? Fill you up so fuckin’ much that it’ll force his out of your used ‘lil hole.”

“I--I--please, anything!” A choked sob bubbles past your lips as Minghao chuckles and curls his digits inside of you.

“Anything, huh? Careful, you wouldn’t want to regret your words, bun.”

Minghao is impatient; he’d have to admit.

Having to hear Chan fucking you through the thin apartment walls was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon when he’d stared holes into the blank canvas and watched as the cup of tea had gone lukewarm before he heard Chan’s mention of cumming and all but bolted to the door.

“M--Minghao, ah! F--faster! Harder!” You thrash slightly underneath him; feral with the way his cock kisses your cervix and makes you wince before it mixes into pleasure. “G-god, ah, your c-cock is so b-big, it fills me--me up suh---so good! Fuck m-me deeper!”

He growls, snapping his hips into you harder as your body jostles underneath him. “Mine. You’re fuckin’ mine.” He reaches a free hand down, pinching one of your nipples as you whine and cry out his name. “That’s right. Who’s fucking you this good? Who does this pussy belong to, bun? I wanna hear you screaming my name while I fuck you this good. Let everyone fuckin’ hear it.”

Loud cries of his name roll off of your tongue as your back bows off of the bed, toes curling while your heels dig into the small of his back to bring him closer to you. “You--You, fuck, M--Minghao! I, ah, my--my pussy belong t-to you! Mmh, j-just fuck m-me ‘til all I know is--is how to t-take your cock!”

“Hmm, that’s right. You’re just my ‘lil cocksleeve, aren’t you?” He licks his lips, watching as your body shivers in complete lust. “Dumb ‘lil bun made to take my cock. I’ll fuck you so good, all you’ll know is how to take me in all your slutty ‘lil holes.”

Tugging at your restraints, you let out a whine. “Ngh, yes--yes, that’s, ah, what I w-want… Just wanna be y-your… dumb ‘lil h-holes…” Sniffling, your pussy clenches around him, already on the verge of an orgasm when he starts to double his pace. “I, mmh, want--want you to b-breed my p-pussy… wanna get nice and f-full of your cum, Minghao…”

“Oh, I know, ‘lil bun. And I’m gonna.” Using his hands, he unwraps your legs from around his waist, instead bringing them up and bending them until your knees are almost touching your chest. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum over and over ‘til we’re both satisfied and until my scent is all over you.” He smirks, watching your eyes cross when his cock slams into you repeatedly.

“Should we send a picture of your pretty ‘lil pussy filled with my cum to your old heat partner? Let him know you won’t be needing him anymore?” His eyes flit down, watching as his cock comes out covered in Chan’s cum with every thrust. “Fuck, can’t believe you’re letting me fuck your slutty ‘lil pussy with someone else’s cum inside of you. There’s still so much of it too, bun. Every time I thrust in, more of it pours out.” 

Minghao’s sultry yet teasing laugh sends you over the edge and all you can manage is a choked moan before your orgasm washes over you and your entire body is shaking underneath him. “Oh? That enough for you to cum, huh? Cute.”

He fucks you through your orgasm, growling when he feels your walls fluttering around his cock. “Gonna breed your pussy just like you deserve, bun~”

In the midst of your orgasm, you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you; sharp, hurried cries of his name rolling off your tongue when he only thrusts into you faster. “M--Minghao, please! C-cum in--inside my needy ‘lil h-hole ‘n breed me! I wanna, mmh, feel y-your cum pouring into m-my pussy... I--I need it... Need to be--be full o-of your c-cum...”

“Fuck!”

The feeling of Minghao cumming only draws out your own pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head when you start to feel the warmth of his cum inside of you. “Ngh, fuh--feels so warm… a-and deep...”

He opts to grind against you while he rides out his high; deep groans and harsh breaths all he can muster.

You tug on your restraints after a few moments, whining when he starts to let your legs down. “Minghao…” He laughs lightly as he stays with his cock deep inside of you, eyes trained on your lips that part in cute whines.

“What is it, bun?”

Biting your lip, you can’t help but clench around his cock, somewhat sated but also still craving more of Minghao the longer he makes no effort to move from between your legs.

“C-can I… s-sit on your cock…? Just l-like this? I wanna feel you, ah, k-keeping your c-cum plugged up in--in my p-pussy…”

Your cheeks burn hot under his intense stare but he scoffs teasingly, already reaching up to undo your restraints to get you in a more comfortable position.

“You wanna cockwarm, huh? Okay. And then I’ll bend you over and fuck you nice ‘n good again ‘til my cum’s pouring out of your spent hole.”

Nodding furiously, you let him take the reins, already anticipating what he has planned next.

“Please...”

[keilemlucent]

a weary head

(r18+)

hawks || takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~2.5k

Keigo fucks you senseless, literally. But, he cleans up his messes well.

warnings:  dom/sub, aftercare, subspace, hawks literally concussing the reader by accident, sex accidents in general, vomiting, panic attacks

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Your legs are wrapped around Keigo’s waist that you can feel muscles beginning to pull. It almost hurts enough to ask him to stop— almost.

“Holy shit, you’re really this much of a slut, huh?” Keigo’s squeezing at your windpipe again, forcing your lungs to starve and your vision to haze up. “I can feel you clenching down on me, babe!”

You try to spit, wretch, turn away, anything to get away from his gaze.

It’s feral, the way Keigo is staring down at your slick body as he pounds into you. You’re already so bruised, thighs and hips colored purple and black with his biting grip. Your cunt is gushing slick, lube, and old cum. It’s dripping to the floor, slicking the hardwood beneath you, making finding purchase all that much harder.

Keigo’s eyes are still piercing yours as you turn your head away, trying to focus on anything but the obsidian stones set where his pupils should have been.

“Oh, so that’s your game now? Is that really smart?” Keigo chides, rearing back to slap you across the face, forcing your face back to him. He grabs your cheeks, nails biting into the soft skin of your jaw. “Open up, birdie.”

“You’re disgusting,” You spit back, but it hardly matters. Keigo has two fingers in your mouth, forcing you to keep your lips open for him. He leans forward to spit into your mouth, drool globbing into your mouth. You know better than to bite him, no matter how much you want to. The punishment that follows from biting the hand that literally feeds you was too great and too damaging.

Instead, you just choke as Keigo laughs at him, regripping your thighs with raking nails.

And he starts back up at an unforgiving pace, not a single ounce of him holding back on your ravaged cunt.

You’re screaming, fully, and with your entire chest. Your arms, tied expertly behind your back are bruised and sore beyond feeling. They were hardly holding sensation as they were beaten into the floor beneath you.

You sob as Keigo grabs one of your tits, purposefully sharpened nails driving into the squishy flesh. You screamed, trying to kick at Keigo, but you were so effectively pinned.

“Be a good little fucktoy and maybe I’ll let you come again,” Keigo sneers, squeezing to the point of breaking your skin. Your chest was already covered in scratches and thin lines from his talons. You’d be aching the next day, even if he tended sweetly to them.

Keigo’s getting close, pace downright frantic as you sob over and over. You can’t tell pleasure from pain as Keigo drills into your deepest parts. Drool leaks from the side of your mouth as Keigo somehow manages to speed up.

“You’re gonna come when I tell, right cocksleeve?” Keigo is just fucking cruel at this point.

You manage to nod, breathing getting a little too fast.

Keigo’s hand, slick with sweat moves to the front of your throat, squeezing at the sides.

The muscles of your shoulders and neck had been straining for so long, all through Keigo’s relentless fucking. How many rounds and orgasms had they had to hold your head up with your arms for leverage?

“Cum for me,” Keigo growls down at you, free hand taking to slap your across the face.

It didn’t matter, really. The muscles supporting your head and upper body pulled painfully and gave out. The strain on your neck had finally made you go limp.

With each thrust, Keigo is moaning and crying in ecstasy. He’s fully within rapture as he bruises your insides, making them match the outside,

You, on the other hand, are having a very odd orgasm that wasn’t all that pleasant. It is half-hearted, body so used up and spent that it was hardly holding together. It’s mainly interrupted by the rhythmic slamming of your head against the floor that Keigo was fucking you into.

Your vision is swimming by the third impact, breathing coming in painfully fast gasps.

By the fifth, your brain is mush and you were having trouble staying conscious.

By the sixth, your perception was being warped.

There’s stillness, but only for a moment. You can vaguely here Keigo’s breath change, but it feels like you’re underwater. Every part of your body is thrumming with a fucked up mix of adrenaline and endorphins. You felt like you were swirling and ungrounded.

Keigo gasps and curses above you.

“Oh, fuck,” It’s Keigo’s voice, disembodied. “Oh, fuck, (Y/N).”

There’s some activity, you guess.

Your head is starting to hurt.

The tension on your arms is released. You can’t feel them very well.

“Hey, hey, can you talk to me?” Keigo’s voice is firm, but there’s an edge of nervousness to it.

You make a small, weak noise from the back of your throat as your eyelids scrunch. Your body buzzes and twitches, making your head hurt even worse.  

You could feel one of Keigo’s hands smooth over your cheek, “Can you use your words?”

Oh, it takes all of your effort to push anything from your lips. Your vision is still fucked though you can tell Keigo is doing something. Maybe.

“C-can’t.” Your voice is hoarse, rawed along with your body. The face-fucking earlier really shredded your throat.

There’s something cold on the back of your head, where it had been hitting the floor. Your body moves on its own, away from the sudden sensation, but something (someone, Keigo) catches you and forces you to stay put as he applies the lightest pressure.

“I didn’t realize I was hitting your head, I’m so, so sorry angel,” Keigo’s voice is so sad.

“S-s’okay,” You slur. Your breath is still coming too fast, but it’s slowing down. “Happens.”

Keigo doesn’t reply, but you can just feel that he doesn’t like that response.

“Angel, I’m gonna pick you up and take you to our room, okay? Get you somewhere nice and dark,” Keigo doesn’t make you reply, but rather scoops you up and carries you off.

You’re becoming more lucid, slowly. There are weird strikings of fear in your heart, like odd jolts over your mind in its beaten state.

Keigo pulls out your specific aftercare blanket, a soft, baby pink fluffy thing. He slides onto the bed, against the pretty headboard, sending a flurry of feathers to do his bidding. He situates you in his lap, the blanket pulled over the two of you.

Despite the fact that being next to Keigo felt incredibly good, but the position made your stomach swirl and head pound even more.

Being upright is awful, you decide. You want to be on the mattress better.

“Can I lie down?” You try to blink, your vision a little clearer as you turned to look at Keigo better.

He shook his head, smoothing over your sweaty hair, “I’m sorry angel, but you gotta eat or drink first. Then I wanna look you over.”

You feel crushed, your chest hurts. You hurt so bad and you just want to lie down.

You must’ve started crying because Keigo is cooing at you a moment later, rubbing his thumbs at your cheeks.

“It hurts,” You manage to say before pressing your aching head to Keigo’s neck.

“Oh, angel,” Keigo squeezes you, pressing the gentlest kiss to an unbruised part of your skull. “I know, but I need to help you first. Can you trust me to help you? Then, we’ll get you laid down.”

You sniffle. You don’t like the answer, but you do trust Keigo with your life, literally.

Your nod is weak against his sweaty collar.

Some of his feathers must’ve returned because Keigo is resituating the two of you. Your back is supported on the headboard and he’s sitting in front of you. He’s wearing boxers and helping you into a soft shirt. It’s one of his, smelling like his nice, spicy cologne and sweat. It helps dull the pain of wanting him close, but it certainly doesn’t quell it fully.

Your vision is nearly fully back, perception almost proper, but everything truly does hurt. Even your teeth feel like they’re rotting in your skull.

“Kei’, I-I don’t feel good,” You whimper at him, moving to your knees, rubbing at your face. “Help.”

It’s not a request you’d ever make outside of a scene or subspace, not so bluntly anyways. Keigo is immediately running kind hands up and down your arms, regarding you with the softest, most loving gaze. It’s laced with concern, moreover. There’s a pull at his brows and a bad quirk in his lips.

“You did so well, angel. I’m so, so proud of you,” Keigo is shaking as he pulls you into him, rubbing up and down your bruised back. “You took it all so well. You’re so good. So, so good. I love you so much.”

You press into him. With your eyes shut and pressed to his sticky chest, the world is duller and your head hurts worse, “Can I go to sleep?”

You ask again, hoping for a different answer.

“No, love, I’m sorry. You gotta trust me, okay? Let’s start with some water,” Keigo is pulling away and you hate it. You want him touching you. It feels like you’re burning alive if he’s not.

“NO!” You shriek, grabbing his arm as it goes for a condensation-covered bottle laying on the bed.

Keigo freezes.

You tug.

“Angel,” Keigo’s voice has dropped, far deeper than his usual, pretty, high baritone. It’s a tone that you know too well when he chooses to assert himself. He moves to grip your jaw, where he had earlier, but far softer. “You are going to listen to me, understand? I love you, and I’m helping.”

You’re crying again because everything hurts. Your head and body are aching and Keigo is being mean to you and you just want to lay the fuck down—

And then you’re scared.

And then you’re panicking.

And then you’re choking on air.

Your lungs won’t fill fast enough.

Keigo rushes to wrap you in his arms, wings, and legs helping to press down on you. You are both familiar with the helpful nature of weight during moments like this. His lips are at your ear, breathing slow to encourage you to do the same.

But it hurts so much.

Your stomach is churning to the point of intense nausea.

“Keigo,” You manage to push out, giving him a desperate look. A hand is wrenching into your hair.

You’re lucky Keigo knows you so well and has a near-supernatural intuition. There’s a trash can in front of your face. You stick your face fully into it and you wretch. You’re sobbing as you vomit up everything in your stomach, bile, acid, and all. Keigo holds your hair, rubbing at your back.  

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry,” Keigo is so soft but almost grief-stricken as he rubs at your shoulders. “Get it all out, okay? I’ll take care of you. Just get it all out for me.”

The notion is comforting, but the feeling quickly lost as another wave of sick leaves you.

Finally, you’re just coughing and spitting. You're still crying and your whole face is burning in addition to the migraine you’ve fully developed.

Keigo gently pulls you upwards, feathers taking the waste away. There’s a soft, warm cloth running all over your face, it pays extra attention around your mouth and nose.

It covers your nostrils and you freeze up.

“Blow, (Y/N),” Keigo urges, nodding with a soft smile.

In most other situations, this would be fucking humiliating. But, now? You did exactly as you were told, feeling somewhat comforted as much as your body hurt.

Keigo disposes of the washcloth, grabbing the water bottle from before and giving you a clean cup, “Rinse and spit as much as you need. Then, drink as much as you can, okay, angel?”

You nod, weakly, doing just as he said. It hurts, drinking so much water. It hits your tummy harshly and you stop after only a fourth of the bottle, looking at Keigo helplessly.

Keigo pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling out a bowl of somewhat warm rice, “Cold, huh? Let’s get something else in you.”

“The only other thing I want in me is your fat cock,” You manage to crack a joke quietly, weakly, very much kidding, but it manages to get a bark of laughter (a little too loudly) from Keigo.

“There’s my girl,” He’s still laughing a little as he presses some of the rice to your lips. “Eat as much as you can, okay? You don’t have to finish it all if you can’t. Tell me if you feel like you need to throw up again, okay?”

You nod weakly, opening your mouth for the bite of food.

You eat painfully slowly, stomach tolerating food to some level. Keigo is patient, offering words of encouragement as your brain slowly rises from the hellishly low section of subspace it was in.

You manage to finish it all, earning loads of praise and kisses from Keigo.

“Thank you,” You offer him as you finish the bowl. He beams you with the radiance of some divine being. His wings have been folded politely to his back, but you can see them fluff up with his joy. Keigo is kind, leaving tender, feather-light kisses wherever he can reach. Your body is still aching and your head fucking hurt, but it is soothed by Keigo’s comforting and distracting presence.

You’re so distracted, it takes you a moment to realize Keigo has pressed a handful of pills into your hand, another water bottle at the ready.

“They’ll help with the pain, we just needed something in your tummy before you took them,” Keigo soothed, running a soft hand over your shoulders.

You down them wordlessly and with a nod.

Keigo proceeds to lay you out on the bed, pulling off your shirt as he does. You don’t like being so exposed, but he calmly explains he needs to clean you up and deal with any other wounds he made.

Oh, right.

You’re leaking like four loads of cum right now.

Marathon sex with Keigo usually ended with you destroyed, but this instance was a lot.

There aren’t too many deep wounds, luckily. Just a few scratches that wept a bit too much blood to be left alone. Keigo cleans and bandages them, talking to you softly. You don’t say much in reply. You know that part of Keigo’s aftercare is letting out the remnants of his energy about the scene vocally.

He presses a kiss to the last bandage with a smile, looking up at you as you slowly put your shirt back on.

“You okay?” You ask him, eyes softening. “That was a lot.”

“It was, but it was very fun. I am very okay. I’m far more concerned about you.” Keigo’s eyes softened as he strokes at the bruised skin of your thighs. “I feel awful. I didn’t realize I was hitting your head like that. I’m very sorry and it will not happen a second time. New rule, pillows for your head for floor sex.”

You groan, “That takes away so much of the allure, though. You know I like getting roughed up like that Kei’.”

“Angel,” He gently pushes you down to the bed, guiding your now somewhat soothed skull with a tender palm. “What you’re not gonna like is when I have to take you to the doctor tomorrow to check if you have a concussion.”

You grumble and snuggle into him.

There’s sweet silence for a minute.

“Thank you, Keigo. You did well too,” You kiss his jaw a few times. “But, if you don’t take the day off tomorrow to take care of my ass, I will personally come to your agency, sit under your desk, and give you head until your balls fall off.”

“Oh, baby,” He nuzzles into you with a throaty laugh. “Say less.”

You’re not sure which option he means, but you suppose its the one where he’s tangled up in you.  

[thelittlepoetprincess]

𝙈𝙃𝘼 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨(NSFW)

Author’s Notes: I promised another one of these so of course, I shall deliver. Also this’ll be a mixture of fluff and NSFW since these are more of the teasers. Please excuse the grammar, Grammarly was not working today. Hawks, Dabi, Overhaul, and Fatgum. SPOILER WARNING FOR DABI’S DANCE IN THE MANGA. If you like the Dabi or Overhaul ones get in the therapy wagon.

Word count: 1,470 words

Warnings: THE SPICE Quirk play, cockwarming, human fleshlight,consensual somno, public sex, sex with an audience, BDSM themes, body worship, hunting, degrading, and also abuse warning for Dabi and Overhaul.

Keigo Takami~Hawks

Pfft, the mans literally never has time for you, like- ever.

He’s working 24/7 so whenever he’s in the area he’s(quite literally) swoop by and give you a kiss or something then dip.

He also has to cut dates or dinner together short for work, or just make it quick. Quickies very common

The whole feather thing is very much real, it helps him keep tabs on you while giving him a way to let you know he loves you when he’s busy.

Often times he comes home to you asleep on the couch waiting for him, and he feels something stirring in him he pushed down a long time ago: Attachment.

If he comes home and he really needs to work one out of him then he’ll ask you can he use you then carry you off and thigh fuck you, but if he’s feeling frisky he’ll stick himself inside you and just feel you clench for that added bonus.

Commitment scares him, but you’re patient with him and he appreciates it. It show when he finally falls asleep around you.

When days get rough for him, you can tell. His clothes and hair are more disheveled than usual, his feathers are spread out, and he has to remind himself not to hiss when you come close(bird shit).

You insist he talk to you but he denies since he always feels he’s being watched and judged. Then you insist he takes it out on you and he refuses even harder, he’s stressed and doesn’t know how to unwind

Then you go for the wings and he will either: dodge you and scold you for trying orrrrrr. . . 

Fucking snap on you and rock your shit.

“Oh, now your playing with fire, little birdie. Touching my wings is bold, now don’t regret it. You’ve ruffled my feathers and riled me up.“

Touya Todoroki~Dabi

MEAN, MEAN AS HEELL. HE GIVES ABSOLUTELY NO FUCKS FOR YOU!

Toxic relationship built only on sex and a power complex.

He gives no fucks for you but let him catch you even looking at someone the wrong way and he’d burn the fuck out of you both. Then push you out his way so he can burn the fucker fully to a crisp.

Not gentle burns fucking third degree you need a hospital burns. Also he wouldn’t apologize.

Yandere? Fuck no, he doesn’t care that much.

He’d watch you writhe in pain with tears in your eyes and enjoy it. Then snatch you up immediately and drag you back to the base to fuck your brains out.

Why are you dating him? He loves degrading you, pride? None of that here. You are his to use, break, and throw away as he pleases.

He owns you in his eyes, and if you run your fucked when he finds you

Very much breaking down in front of you but don’t touch him, don’t try to help because again: he will cremate you in a second without hesitation.

He likes to see the fear in your eyes, it lets him know he has power over you.

Big Hunter vibes from him, please do run. He likes the games. He’ll chase you down a dark alley way and take you against the wall once you hit the dead end.

The fucking snarls and growls of this mans, dear lord.

He’ll fuck you literally anywhere, the more populated the better. Try being blindfolded and set on a stage in a club full of villains and have him dick you down for all of them to see. He’s fucked you in front of the League on several occasions.

Your so far mind-broken and gone you won’t leave even if you could. Not that he’d let you walk out, you’re his only form of stress relief. Saves him the time of finding 1 night stands then burning them afterwards.

“You wanna leave, huh cocksleeve? Go ahead, I won’t stop you all you have to do is get off of my cock first. You won’t? Then quit whining and let me break you.“

Kai Chisaki~Overhaul

HE TOXIC TOO JUST LIKE DABI

Overhaul is also super busy like Hawks but you spend a certain amount of time with him since he has his schedule specifically planned out.

You live in the base but he doesn't let you nor want you as a part of the whole Eri thing or any of his work. You are not his equal or lover.

You’re less of a partner and more as a stress reliever, you're like a concubine basically.

He has you take a disinfecting bath before he sees you just to make sure he doesn’t get sick.

Your routine is very strict and you’re guarded, rarely ever changes unless you request it or there’s an emergency.

He's really fucking mean to you and uses his quirk on you to keep you in line, he'll break you and fix you just like he does Eri just to discipline you.

He also fucks you very brutally, like just for no reason fucks you hard. Everyone just let’s it go because better you than them.

The only time other members are nice to you is when they’ve fucked up and you need to either take the blame for them or ease Kai’s anger so they don’t end up dead afterwards.

Your knocked out after every session just because he's very rough with you and doesn't care, and if you don't preform to his standards he'll break you and put you back together.

He has a bad habit of fixing you just to keep going as well.

You’re a kept woman of the Yakuza, so pretty much whatever you want is given to you on a silver plater.

You are not his first lover, and you more than likely won’t be the last.

You clean up afterwards as well. Even more so if it’s in his office.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take another round? That’s alright, I’ll just fix you up good as new and keep going. You know better than to complain, right? Good pet.“

Taishiro Toyomitsu~Fatgum

He’s a good boy, he brings you food all the time and let’s you know when he’s doing something dangerous.

Whatever you wanna eat, name it and he’s got it. Has all the popular food joints on speed dial and gets discounts literally everywhere.

He loves it when you snuggle into his hugs, but he gets worried he may accidentally lose you in his fat you would love this actually

He has no problem fucking you when he’s not patrolling, no one visits the agency often so you two have his entire office to yourselves.

This man is into food play, no surprise there. Eating off you, yes. You eating off him, yes. Food with sex, yes indeed.

The biggest cuddlebug on the planet, he’s so used to being unattractive by most standards that once you two started dating he was so touch-starved he wanted to hug you ALL THE TIME

He’s not-so-surprisingly a good combat teacher.

He’s very vanilla and gentle, he doesn’t want to hurt you but he’s a BIG BOY so no need for the extras to make it super spicy.

All giggles, you guys have tried BDSM before, it doesn’t work he’s too goofy.

The agreed safeword is. . . . meatpie. Yes. He’ll back off and you’ll be laughing to yourself about it just enough to relax once more while he gets ready to praise you like a goddess.

Butterball, butterbean, and love muffin are his go-tos for nicknames. Though when your wearing that outfit he loves so much he has a habit of calling you “Devil’s food cake”, making him want to sin in all the sweetest ways possible.

Into Cock-warming, a lot. Not to mention teasing him will result in a harsher than usual upward thrust from his hips, he’s a bucking mess.

Body positivity king, there is not a day that goes by where he does not praise your figure for hours on end.

Literally fought someone one time because they objectified you and then had the audacity to say you weren't a whole fucking snack in front of him.

Kinkiest thing he’s done: Used you as a human fleshlight, it was only once but secretly neither of you can get rid of the thought.

THE DILF VIBES FROM HIM. Everyone says Kiri and Tamaki are his hero-children, you see it. It’s lowkey highkey attractive adorable.

OH THE AFTERCARE. I’m talking fresh warm baths with your favorite scents, massages for your whole body, and food. Endless amounts of food, cuddles, and praise.

“My little butterball, you look so good. I’m gonna push all the way in now, okay? Heh, no butterbean, I’m just halfway in your little hole. You know the safeword, just say the word if it’s too much.“

[emotionalsupportbun-chan]

i'm talkin WIP WIP WIP thats a work in progress

cw: sub Daigo, dom Ryuji, praise kink, hand jobs, feelings

You Look Pretty with Your Mouth Hanging Open

He is sitting in the back of some no name cabaret, eyes glazed into the middle distance. A woman, unpretty enough for her name to get lost in the back of his mind, clings to his arm. She’s telling him about an expensive watch at Le Marche - something jewel toned and European. Like what decorates the wrists of half the girls in Kamurocho. Dime-a-dozen.

But he’s not hearing the plain-ish hostess beg for trinkets. Or at least not listening to her. He lets his boys do that, and splash out on expensive affirmations of counterfeit love. He didn’t need that. To be reminded that anything he got here was a pleasant imitation at best.

And you think it was different with him? You think he loved you?

No, but at least there was no pretense otherwise. 

“Hey, Aniki. We have time for another bottle, right?” This one - Hiroki? - is getting an eye full of tit and an expensive earworm.

Daigo looks down at the half empty glass of half-water whisky in his hand. The color is hatefully reminiscent. He knocks it back and leaves the glass coasterless on the cheap table. “Yeah, sure. Why not.”

-

He finds solipsism near the end of the third bottle. He is younger. He is full of piss and vinegar. He wants to take the world and crumble it between his teeth. There are no hostess clubs or expensive European watches.

But there are hands that tame him from time to time. Hands that weave his hair tight between their fingers. Hands the prise open his jaw, relieve the pressure on his world-crumbling teeth, and pull sighs and moans and Yes, sirs from his throat.

And there is a mouth with a scar in the corner that he traces with his tongue. A mouth that cracks open his skull and relieves the pressure on his world-weary mind with cock-throbbing Good boys.

Of course there have been hands and mouths since. Hands and mouths that repeat the refrain, sing the same chorus and bridge. But out of key. Octaves too high.

You’re just upset he gets your engine going hotter than any hostess could.

And?

But.

But?

The last fill station was a hundred kilometers ago. And you can’t conceive of another showing up any time soon.

He is jostled by an elbow to the side, still preoccupied with hands and mouths and cars and songs. “You good, bro?”

His glass is empty and so is bottle three. His gut is left full of liquor that feels like it’s trying to rot out the bottom. “Yeah, fine.” The response is far away, half way out the door already. Looking back to ask if they’d paid the bill yet.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. No, really. I’m great.”

Can’t even muster up a smile.

For lack of liquor, Daigo chewed ice until the check came.

-

The door is only a few dozen feet away, but he is full of feelings and fire water. Cotton head, cotton mouth, cotton heart. Only a teenage eternity faking sober to see him through. Concentrate.

What, hear that?

What?

That voice.

From a private room nearby. Bass-low, strutting around like it owns the joint. Peacocking. He’d know it anywhere.

There it is. Last stop for who knows how long.

But why is he here?

Does it matter? Think about it.

Don’t think about it. He’d never live down walking out of here with a half-mast cock.

From what? A memory? Of being on your knees while he drips cigarette-flavored spit from his pretty lips into your mouth?

He centers himself with a hard breath through the nose.

Think of it as motivation.

“Hey, you coming or what?” The others are paces ahead. He’s been loitering near the short hall to the private rooms for an embarrassingly long time.

Now or never. What’s it gonna be?

Beat.

Well?

“Yeah, uh. I just gotta, uh, piss first.” He slips into the hall before any response, knowing full well the bathrooms were upstairs.

Attaboy.

His honey voice fades in and out with laughter and exclamation. It makes Daigo’s palms sweat. His pulse quicken.

What if he tells you to go fuck yourself, huh? What then?

Maybe that would be a mercy. Maybe if he couldn’t have him forever, he shouldn’t have him at all.

What if he doesn’t even remember you?

Worse. To become insignificant to the best thing he’d ever had.

What happened to not loving him?

He didn’t. Doesn’t. It wasn’t love, it was peace. Not romance, but oblivion. Emptiness.

Freedom.

Looks like you’ve got it all figured out.

Someone had left the door to their room open. There are fewer people than Daigo expects. Three, four. And him at the center of it all. The sun, cock-sure with an ugly hostess petting his chest.

Now what? You gonna go in there and beg?

No.

He’d like that. You’d like that.

No. Something else.

Please sir, can I have some more?

Something else.

Daigo rubs his hands on his jeans and screws his face into something akin to a scowl. He doesn’t fill the doorway. “Ryuji Goda, what the fuck are you doing in Kamurocho?” His voice doesn’t fill the words either. It’s false confidence.

“Haw?” His mouth - dangerous, exciting, the second best part of him - pulls into a signature sneer. “And who the fuck is asking?”

And so the worst has come to pass.

No, maybe he’s just putting on a show for the boys. Daigo can play along.

“I am.”

“And who are you?” No hesitation. Unflustered.

The same could not be said of Daigo, who searches his face for any spark of recognition. Anything. Anything to alleviate the growing, gnawing pit eroding his chest.

It takes everything he has not to say ‘They guy who’s had your cock in his mouth more times than you can count’ or ‘The guy who used to let you blow his back out daily’.

Instead he says nothing and leaves with a muttered ‘whatever’. There is nothing productive to be had in the exchange. Nothing to gain, but so much to lose.

Poor, poor Daigo. But you were prepared for this, remember?

A likely story. A convenient lie. He isn’t sure that had even been possible.

-

He is puking in the back of some no name alley off east Taihei, drink having finally caught up to him. Red eyed and snotty, he remembers the first time he’d gagged on cock, when Ryuji’d gotten impatient and shoved it half way down his throat. He hadn’t puked then but he’d wanted to, more out of revenge than anything else. And the thought of the words that’d follow the act of returning all the cum he’d swallowed to its rightful owner.

But he hadn’t. He’d let Ryuji fuck his mouth, whispering soft affirmations.

‘Good boy, take it.’

‘You can do it.’

‘That’s it.’

Later he’d said how he’d liked the way it made Daigo’s eyeliner run. How he’d liked seeing the strings of spit and cum the stretched between Daigo’s mouth and the head of his cock after he’d finished and pulled out of his throat.

You’ll never find another one like him.

Yeah.

Take a minute, mourn the loss.

Yeah.

Unless…

Unless?

Stiff-soled shoes power down the alley behind him. They pause - there was the hesitation - before a large hand sweeps up into the hair on the back of his head to grip it just tight enough. He pulls Daigo’s head back, leaving his throat open and bare.

Just like old times.

Daigo is still in puking position - half-bent, hands braced against the grimy wall - so Ryuji towers over him. By the hair, he pulls Daigo up, other arm wrapping around his chest. Keeping him close. Holding him tight enough for Daigo to know he hadn’t really forgotten.

Exactly like old times.

“Ya always did like to play hard-to-get, Daigo-chan.” Ryuji all but whispers the words into his skin, letting the bass of his voice rumble through his chest and into Daigo’s. “I’m real sorry I had to scare ya off earlier, but ya didn’t have to wander so far.” He sets his teeth against the skin of Daigo’s neck. Just a little pressure. Just enough to thrill.

So how are we feeling about this?

“Please -” is all Daigo can manage, and just barely.

Guess you’ll have to unpack this later.

“Damn. Missed me that much, huh? Sweet boy, ya missed my cock?” A hand travels up his chest to rest encircling his throat. No squeeze yet, but the promise is there. He places a little kiss behind Daigo’s ear.

Daigo cannot respond. He is all nerve endings.

“Answer me, pretty boy. I need to know yer in there.”

“Yes.” He chokes it out.

“Good boy. Ya wanna play a game with me?”

“Yes!” Daigo’s cock jumps at the memory of their games.

Ryuji laughs low and it’s like something soft weaving between Daigo’s knees. The hand in his hair and the other hand at his throat are all that’s holding him up. “Can’t say I haven’t missed yer pretty mouth too.” He plants another kiss. Then a few more.

This man is gonna leave you comatose, sending all the blood from your dome down below.

And it’ll have been worth it.

“Ya wanna hear how our game’s gonna go?

Answer him.

The best Daigo can do is nod.

“Thought so. Ya’ve always been such a good little slut for me.”

And you always will be.

More little kisses evolve into something harder. Ryuji works gently at his neck with teeth and lips and tongue before continuing. “For now, I’m gonna make ya cum. Just to hold ya over for a little while.” The hand leaves his neck to pull his shirt up and drag fingertips up and down his belly.

It won’t take much

“Then tomorrow, somebody’s gonna come pick ya up. Not sure when, not sure where. They’re gonna be a little rough about it, but don’t worry.” Ryuji moves on to his belt and button. “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt my little cocksleeve.” The belt is gone quickly but he takes his time with the rest, hand playing over the bulge of Daigo’s cock as he spins his story.

“They’re gonna tie ya up, just how we like it. And bring ya out to see me. We’re gonna have a great time together.” Finally, Daigo is free. Once Ryuji was done teasing him, the button and zipper came in quick succession.

And now Daigo’s breath is coming in pants, making cloud-bursts of heat in the night. Ryuji grips the base of his cock with the smallest amount of pressure. “Sound good, darlin’?”

If Daigo could produce a single coherent thought, he’d have wondered what all the theatrics were for. But he’s past that. Way past that. Half way to bliss. “Yes, sir.”

Old habits die hard.

He strokes up once, just to send a thrill down Daigo’s spine. Just to make his knees quake. “Good boy.” He keeps Daigo’s head pulled to the side to continue working at the deepening bruise at the crook of his neck. Keeps his hips pressed firmly into Daigo’s ass. Keeps a steady pace on his cock and a steady stream of sweet words in his ear.

Daigo is unravelling. At some point, the hand in his hair leaves to slip two fingers into his gasp-open mouth for him to suck on. His favorite gag.

Happy now?

Euphoric.

He makes small noises as the fingers push back into his throat - less sensitive now that it had once been - as Ryuji growls into his ear. “Ready to cum for me, sweet boy?”

No. Yes. Both. He wants it more than he’s wanted anything in a long time. Or does he want to ride this for as long as he can?

He decides to let Ryuji make the choice for him, answering only in doe eyes and a pleading look.

His pace slows. “Pretty boy can’t make up his mind?”

Daigo gives him a muffled moan.

He has stopped altogether. The hand in his mouth returns to his hair to tilt his head downward. The hand on his cock returns to neutral, resting with a firmer grip around the base. “What does my lover boy think? Does this cock look like it’s ready to cum?”

Daigo is swollen red and leaking onto the trash bags below his spread-eagle legs.

“D -”

“Yes, baby?” He gives Daigo’s cock a short squeeze. “Spit it out.”

“Daddy, please.”

He laughs. “Well, since ya asked so nicely.”

It doesn’t take much more than that.

From somewhere in his coat, Ryuji produces a few pocket tissues and cleans his hands, all while keeping Daigo propped against his chest. He returns to trailing kisses up and down Daigo’s neck. “Look at ya, bein’ so good for me.” He tosses the tissue over his shoulder. “But ya’ve made such a mess. I’d make ya lick it up if I weren’t worried about the germs.”

You would too, if he demanded it.

He knows.

Haven’t you ever heard of a refractory period?

But it feels good to want again. To ache for it.

Ryuji turns Daigo around once he’s tucked him away, put his clothes back in place. He keeps his arms slung around Daigo’s hips, hands on his ass. Daigo knows there is want for tenderness in him. Typically, it went unexpressed.

Tonight, though, Ryuji presses his forehead against Daigo’s. Kisses first the tip of his nose, then one corner of his mouth, then the other.

Then back to the nose, then each eyelid, until they were laughing again like the young idiots they once were. Like they used to.

He ends things with a kiss full on the mouth, more romantic than Daigo expected. He says his goodbyes and pulls away. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, hot stuff.”

He is at the end of the alley when he stops. Almost out of ear shot. “I’m sorry, by the way. For what happened. For all that.”

It knocks the air out of Daigo’s chest.

Right.

That.

Did you think you could just go back to the way things were?

[illfoandillfie]

d4 + e6 + e12 w/ ben pls

pegging/strapons + dom/sub dynamic + begging

It had been Ben’s turn to organise your date night and he had delivered. A bunch of your favourite flowers hidden behind his back, dinner at your favourite restaurant (at the best table, the one with the view of the city), followed by a moonlit stroll through a night market, stopping to watch the live music and share a box of chocolate covered cherries. But the real fun was waiting at home.

Much more often than not your date nights, whoever had planned them, ended in sex. It was nearly guaranteed, baring injury or on one occasion food poisoning. Ben had prepared for that portion of the evening too, potentially overprepared, laying out a collection of things on the bed. Lubes (flavoured and not), your heart shaped tin of pleasure balm which made orgasm easier to achieve, two varieties of vibrator, and, most noticeably of all, your strapon harness and dildo. You raised your eyebrows at Ben.

“Just wanted to cover all the bases,” he laughed.

“What are you hoping I’ll want though?”

“I am happy with anything,”

“Missionary with paper bags on our heads?”

“Hey don’t diss missionary, I get you off best like that,”

“Hmmm true. Paper bags are a bit of a turn off though.”

You laughed but you could feel Ben’s eyes on you, waiting to see how the night would end. You considered your options, considered what had been laid out for you. Your eyes kept drifting back to the strapon, right in the centre of the bed, right where your eyes would naturally fall. You wouldn’t put it past Ben to deliberately place the thing that excited him most in the middle of everything else. Especially since you knew he got flustered asking for it.

“I think I want to flip things around a bit tonight,” you said, trailing your fingers over the edge of the harness, “But I think I need to hear you ask for it first,”

“What?”

“Well I need to know you want it too baby, so I need to hear you ask for it,”

A soft pink blush spread over Ben’s cheeks as he gave you his I know what you’re doing and it’s so mean but I’m so turned on right now look, “Please fuck me,”

“What was that baby? Couldn’t hear you?”

“Yes you could,”

“Alright, I could. But I want to hear it again,”

A deep inhale, a scrunched up nose, a sigh, “Please fuck me,”

“Good boy. Can you clear away everything else while I get set up?”

Ben nodded, still blushing, and began packing away the vibrators and flavoured lube. You made sure to snatch the pleasure balm before he could make it disappear too, just in case. After stripping down to your underwear you stepped into the harness, tightening straps until everything sat comfortably. Ben watched closely as you attached the dildo, swearing softly under his breath.

Once you were set up you stepped closer to Ben, leaning up to kiss him as you unbuttoned his shirt slowly. He whined as you let your hand slip lower, rubbing over his crotch a few times before undoing the fly on his pants. You broke the kiss to let him step out of them and pushed his shirt from his shoulders. He made to push his briefs down too but you stopped him.

“I know you love being full of my cock Benny, but I’m not ready to fuck you just yet.”

It was impossible to hide your grin as he tried to hide his flushed face and let you push him onto the bed. You straddled his lap and kissed him again, deliberately going slow. You rolled your hips against him and felt his hand grab your arse, pulling you tighter against him. So you did it again, feeling him getting harder under you. You sat up a bit and grabbed his hand, bringing it instead to the inside of your thighs.

“Go on, under the fabric, you know how I like to be touched,”

He nodded as he wiggled his fingers into your knickers, “shit, you’re so wet,”

“Of course I am baby, you know how excited fucking you makes me. But maybe I should forget that and just spend all night riding your fingers instead?”

“No,”

“Maybe,”

“Please don’t. I want it so bad, I need you to fuck me, please,”

“Oh, you need it?”

He nodded again, biting his lip, “I’ve been thinking about it all day and I need it,”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you pretended to think about it, grabbing hold of his wrist at the same time and pulling his hand, fingers now slick with your juices, towards your fake dick.

He took the hint, wrapping his hand around the dildo and began jacking it off, “Please Y/N. I need you. I need your cock, please. Please give it to me, please,”

“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” you said, kissing him again before getting off his lap, “Undies off, hands and knees.”

He let out a sigh of relief before kicking off his underwear and getting into position.

You grabbed the tube of lube, squirting a dollop onto your fingers. Ben watched over his shoulder as you rubbed your hands together to make sure it was warm, though his head dropped forward again as you began stretching him out.

“Y’know if you’d been thinking about it all day, you could have just asked to be pegged from the beginning,”

“I know but, it’s not easy to ask for. And I didn’t know if you’d be in the mood for it and y’know I love being in your pussy just as much so if you’d have suggested something else I would have been happy with that too,” he spoke faster the deeper you pushed your fingers, his voice becoming more strained as you added another.

“I understand,” you laughed, rubbing your other hand over his bum, “just stay nice and relaxed baby, good boy. But all I’m saying is, don’t always assume I don’t want to do this, because I do really enjoy it. A lot. And I like being able to make you happy in this way. Think you’re ready for me now?”

“Yes, please, so ready.”

You dildo was already smeared in your arousal but you reached for the lube again.

“And I’ll try to remember that. I know you like when I ask fo- F-fuck,”

You rubbed his cheek again as you slowly pushed into him, praising him for taking you so well as he dropped his head to the mattress and whined. You could hear his breath catch and stutter as you filled him, giving him some time to adjust to it before you began to pull out and thrust back in a little at a time. As you both settled into the rhythm of it, you adjusted your pace, speeding up, pulling back further, pushing in deeper. Ben was always very vocal when you took him like this (a contributing factor to why you liked doing it so much) and this time was no different, keens and moans muffled by the bed until you pulled his head up by his hair so you could hear him properly.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty Benny, I want to hear you,”

He nodded around another moan and shifted his hands to hold himself up more.

“Good boy, tell me how good it feels to be fucked like this. I bet you look real pretty too Benny. Downside of this position is that I can’t watch how fucked out you get, I can’t see your eyes fluttering and your pretty mouth falling open. Maybe next time I have you, I’ll take you in front of a mirror. Then we can both watch you be my pretty little cocksleeve. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Ben nodded, though you weren’t totally sure that was in agreement or just because he liked what you were doing.

You reached your hand around to grasp his cock, slowly pumping him as you fucked him, “You wanna cum Benny? Or do you want to wait until after I’ve wrecked you and then fill one of my holes?”

“N-no, I wa-anna cum-m now ple-ase,”

“Alright baby, since you said please,” you let go of him but shushed his whine of protest as you reached behind you for the pleasure balm you’d kept out, “Gonna give you something special. I normally keep this for myself but you’ve been so good and planned such a lovely date night, I think you deserve it.” You gathered a little of the balm on your hand, more than you’d normally put on your clit, but still it was powerful stuff so you wouldn’t need much. It was made with menthol, peppermint and other essential oils and made everything cool and tingly and sensitive. You hoped it’d work just as well for Ben as it did for you.

“Thank you,” he sighed as you began stroking him again, though it was soon followed with, “H-holy shit, what the fuck-k is that?”

“You like it?” you trailed your hand over his entire length but made sure to get most of the balm on and around his tip.

“Yes, fuck,”

You laughed a little at his reaction, thrusting a little harder as you swiped your thumb over his now extra sensitive tip, “Okay next time we’re definitely doing this in front of a mirror.”

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna-”

“Oh? Already?”

“Please don’t stop,”

“I’m not going to stop baby, cum for me,”

It only took another pass over the head of his cock and he was swearing as he came. You made sure to fuck him through it, slowing your hips when he was spent and panting. He collapse on the bed when you’d carefully pulled out, watching as you took off the harness. You crawled over to him, laying on his chest to kiss him again and push his hair off his face.

“Holy shit,”

“That good huh?”

“That shit is magic,”

“Why do you think I keep buying it?” you laughed before dropping your lips to his once more.

[capriccio-con-espressione]

Appetizer

Genre: Smut

Warning: Sub!Mark, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Semi-public handjob, Degradation, Profanity, (Suggestive) dirty talk, SPANKING, Mentions of pegging, Questionable usage of Mark's lyrics, Mark gets punished for being rude on camera

Word Count: 886 words

A/N: 

I saw this pic down below going around in my timeline so I had to do something about it otherwise I'd feel sorry for myself. 

Midterms are killing me but I still wanna quench the sub!NCT content drought here, so I decided to drop this little drabble published on my old acc before. Enjoy!

Like damn I’m really thirsty for Markie’s ass

  "You think I'll spare you just because you flashed that innocent cutesy giggles to me just now?" You squeezed Mark's jean-clad butt before landing a slap on his right cheek, "You should've thought of the consequences before acting up all provocative and rude on camera."

  Mark whimpered at another strike on him as he attempted to break free, yet to no avail as he was pinned onto the floor on his stomach by your knee that was pressed firmly on his waist. "Please...we're still at the film studio…" Mark whined in protest as he eyed the locked door of the private conference room in the studio anxiously, afraid to be caught in the act. 

  "Then we gotta make it quick…" You stated as you yanked down his tight jeans along with his undergarment, while he gasped and flinched at the sudden contact of the gush of cold wind fanning against his now exposed flesh. 

  "You like being humiliated like this naughty slut?" You sneered as you smacked him incessantly, resounding slaps, as well as his erotic grunts echoed sinfully in the room. "Once we got back home I am so gonna bend you over my knee, bind your wrists behind your back, then spank you until you are all red and sore, mark you as mine because Mark you are mine." 

  You swatted the sensitive zone between his butt and upper thigh fervently, sending electric bliss down his crotch. "With your legs spread and balls exposed, so that I can toy with it as much as I please." You said as you got off him, sticking his ass up. "Already this hard for me? What a needy whore, you are enjoying this a bit too much..." You snickered as you began to pump his arousal rapidly, as he moaned at the friction. You then hurriedly rummaged through your bag to take out a small jar of Vaseline which you used as your daily skincare routine, spreading a plentiful quantity of it on his shaft before resuming to run your hand over his shaft as the other one caressed his behind. 

  As Mark's breath hitched in correspondence with the fervent movement of your fist, you also continued to punish his plump flesh, doubling the sensation. "After making you weak and horny from the spanking, I'll put on my big dick and fuck your pretty face, then you'll choke and drool around it as I force you to make eye contact with me just like a sleazy little porn star, which reflects your slutty nature perfectly, isn't it?" You taunted as Mark whimpered at the thought of feeling your strap down his throat, too engaged in his headspace to respond. 

  "Answer when your mistress is asking a question! Are you my slutty little personal porn star or not?" You demanded sternly as you abruptly stopped pleasuring him.  

  "Y-yes I am whatever mistress wants me to be..." Mark replied in a whiny wavering voice. "J-just fuck me please..." 

  “Such a pathetic cockslut…” You smirked in delight as you started stroking, caressing and spanking him again. Originally intended to tease him more, you decided that this is not the right timing. 

  "Then I'll pound into you hard while you're on all fours, with you moaning loud like a fucked-out pup in heat as your sweet little boy pussy clench around me tightly as if it would hurt if I weren't dicking you down." You narrated your fantasies seductively as you heightened the speed of both your pumping and punitive hand. 

  "I'm gonna drill your promiscuous insatiable hole like there's no tomorrow while you shove your head into your pillows, pushing your ass up to give me more access to fuck you because you love being my mindless little cocksleeve so fucking much." Mark lowered his head down to the ground even further, as he trembled and moaned with desires, enacting your evocative words in his head.

  "Before you can cum, we'll switch positions. You will be riding my cock like a horny rutting bitch, giving me a good long ass ride." Mark gulped at the sinful usage of his lyrics, his member throbbing and twitching in your hand as you chuckled in triumph, euphoria pulsating inside you as you gained full dominance of this fully capable man as well as this embodiment of duality.

  "C-cumming..." Mark panted as his hips bucked up against your hand, begging for release. "Cum for me, angel." A split second after your command, Mark came, falling limp as he tried to catch his breath, attempting to recover from his high.

  "Such a good boy, getting off so beautifully from just my hands and words..." You cooed as you ran your hand through his silky strands, while the other soothed his now rosy cheeks.

  "You...you are gonna do all of that to me tonight, right?" Mark asked while blushing.

  "Even better. This is just an appetizer" You purred as you began to plan out a hot scenario involving vibrators and long hours of teasing in your mind, wiping off the mess Mark just made at the same time before helping him fix his clothes.

  "Let's go before the others wonder our whereabouts. I've come up with a valid excuse. No worries." You pecked his cheek, before grinning gleefully as you led your love outside.