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oilivia · 4 years

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“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” - w/ Kenma, Suna, Atsumu & Oikawa

a/n: i decided for my first post to do a fun little prompt with some of my favorite haikyuu boys. all characters are aged up, you can find the tws separately for each drabble. smut after the cut. no beta, so please excuse my horny brain.

Pairings: Kenma w/ daddy kink & deepthroating; Suna w/ riding & creampie; Atsumu w/ teasing & mindbreak; Oikawa w/ oral & reader on phone

Wording: 1.8k

if you want to request drabbles, i have a list of prompts here.

Kenma

tw: daddy kink, praise, dacryphilia, rough deepthroat, throatpie, petnames

“Just like that, baby” you hear Kenma praise you. Your head is bobbing up and down his cock, your cheeks hollowed as you do your best to take in as much of his length as possible.

You gag when he starts thrusting into your mouth, his tip bruising the back of your throat. He doesn’t hear your whimpers, not with his headphones on. He just feels the delicious way your throat tightens around his cock when he pushes it too deep. He can’t see the tears in your eyes or the way your makeup starts running down your face either, not while you’re under his desk and his eyes are focused on the game. He loves using your throat for his pleasure, you’re such an obedient little girl.

Nimble, desperate fingers play with your aching cunt, but it’s not enough to satisfy you. You need more than your own fingers to cum, you need daddy’s cock. Nothing else could properly fill your needy hole, he made sure of this each time he fucked you until you could barely remember your name. Only daddy could make his baby cum now. Moans struggle to escape your abused throat as the thought of Kenma’s cock spreading your hungry cunny has your hips moving on their own, desperate for the tiniest bit of friction.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he asks as he takes off his headphones, a hint of teasing in his tone. You look up, your glassy eyes meeting his. He loves you like this, naked and on your knees, legs spread and dribbles of liquid oozing from your pretty cunny. Your makeup is smudged and drool is pooling at the corners of your mouth as your lips envelop his girth. There truly is no prettier sight to him.

Kenma cups your cheeks with his palms, as he starts shoving his cock harder between your lips, grunting every time it hits the back of your throat “Just like this, baby, make daddy feel good and daddy’s gonna make his little baby cum so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow, okay, angel?” his voice is soft, but his tone commanding.

You whine, his words making your insides clench around your fingers. It wouldn’t be long now, you think, just a few more minutes. And when you feel his cum spurting in your mouth, you happily gulp it, making sure you don’t waste even one drop, you want to make daddy proud.

Suna

tw: cowgirl, slight teasing, nipple play, creampie

It is just like Suna to lazily lie on his back, his hands behind his head and eyes fixed on your body as you bounce up and down his cock. You’d say he’s lazy, how he’s making you do all the work, but the truth is, he just loves to see you take control of your own pleasure until you make yourself cream on his cock. There is something so alluring about the way his sweet innocent looking girl hungrily takes what she wants. If only your friends would see you like this, how would they react?

That’s not to say Suna doesn’t like taking control, oh no, he does. But the way you whine and demand his help as you tell him how much of an ass he is for making you do it all by yourself while your face is flustered, skin burning under his fingertips. It’s all just turning him on too much to drop the act.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ya?” Suna smirks when he sees the way your legs shake, barely able to hold you up as you’re fucking youself on his cock. The way you gyrate your hips, the way your tits bounce, the way his cock slides so easily in and out of you are slowly making him lose his cool.

“I wouldn’t be needy if you helped me, Rin” your voice is breathy, soft moans escaping you. You try to give him an angry look, squinting your eyes slightly, only to widen them as you let out a loud cry when you feel him thrust sharply, his hips slamming into yours.

“Is that what you want, hmm?” his hands grab your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls you harder against him. He hissed. You were close. He could tell by the way your cunt milked his cock with every thrust, squeezing him. All he had to do was suck on those pretty nipples of yours and you’d come undone.

“You’re such an asshole” you gasped, each word getting roughly pounded out of you. Still, you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips when you felt his plush lips latching on your nipple. The way he flicks it with his tongue sends tingles to your core. The last push is when you feel his teeth bite your sensitive bud, the pressure snaps, your body shaking, your hips grinding uncontrollably as Suna tightens his hold on you.

You look mesmerizing, your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, your eyes closed and your pretty mouth open as you moan Suna’s name over and over. Watching you, he can’t hold it anymore and cums inside your twitching walls, filling you up as he’s kissing down your neck.

Atsumu

tw: teasing, orgasm denial, fingering, nipple play, dacryphilia, mindbreak

Whines and cries fill the room as you’re squirming under a smirking Atsumu. His fingers are buried deep in your drooling cunt, his mouth sucking and biting at your nipples. He pauses just as he feels your desperate walls throb and clench around him.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ya?” He feels his cock twitch at the sight of your fucked up face. Tears are welling in your half-lidded eyes, tongue is lolling out of your mouth, drool drips down your chin. You look perfect, Atsumu thinks. His perfect little slut.

“Please, ‘Tsumu, I can’t - I need to cum” you plead, your throat raw from the moaning and begging. You aren’t sure how much more you can take before your sanity slips.

This has been going on for at least an hour. Just as you’d feel yourself coming close, he’d stop, relishing how needy you were for him. Your luscious thighs spread, covered in the slick weeping from your perfectly pink cunt. It took all his self-control not to mercilessly shove his throbbing cock inside your hole and fuck you until you break.

He wouldn’t. Not yet. He knows you can take more. Your back arches when you feel his fingers move again, scissoring, pressing against your sensitive spots as his thumb rubs your clit. Your vision blurs, heels digging into the mattress. He hisses when he feels your nails scratch the skin of his back.

“‘Tsumu, please” you try to articulate, but your words are too slurred to be coherent. He grins. Now you were ready for his cock. With a pop, he pulls out his fingers, licking your juices with a satisfied hum. You let out a desperate whine, your cunt clenching around nothing, the emptiness inside you driving you crazy.

He pushes his tip past your rim without much effort, your drenched walls sucking him in with ease. He watches your chest heave up and down when he bottoms out inside your cunt, your legs shaking as you struggle to take his length. That’s his good little slut.

You look prettiest with his cock splitting you open, he thinks as he starts slamming his hips against yours, enjoying the way your walls clam on his length with every thrust.

Oikawa

tw: teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, reader on phone w/ someone else

Oikawa is good with his mouth. And not only when it comes to talking everyone’s ear off. You writhe when you feel his hot tongue slide across your clit, just barely touching the aching bud. You buck your hips, trying to feel more, desperate to get Oikawa to touch you properly.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckles, spreading your folds to get a better look at the way your muscle rim was clenching around nothing. It was so hypnotising. He could see just how much you ached for him, how much you need him to make you cum.

He is pulled out of the reverie when your phone rings. You scoff when you look at the screen, the last thing you want is to get interrupted, not when you have Oikawa’s face between your open legs. But at least you didn’t start yet, you should just answer and get it out of the way.

“Hi mom, yeah, I’m good, argh-” a moan escapes your slightly parted lips when you feel Oikawa’s finger tracing your slit, gathering your slick, teasing your sensitive nub. “No, no, I’m okay, I just stubbed my toe” you lie, doing your best to control your breathing as you feel the setter push a lithe finger inside your tight cunt. He watches the way your face contorts just a bit from the pressure, a devilish smile plastered on his pretty face.

You swear silently. Your mom won’t stop chatting. You don’t want to be rude and end the call, and truth be told, the threat of getting caught is turning you on even more. That, and Oikawa’s teasing grin when he adds a second finger, scissoring them.

“Fuck, I want to see you squirm, see how long it takes you to cry out my name” he whispers with a smirk. He watches your chest heave when he lowers his head again and presses his mouth to your aching clit. Your free hand grabs at his hair, pulling, eliciting soft whimpers from him.

When he adds a third finger you gasp, air leaving your lungs as your back arches, your pliant body responding to his every touch. You can take it, just a bit more, you think. But you don’t get to finish your thought, not when you feel the way he curls his fingers, rubbing your sweet spot with every move. The coil in your abdomen tightens, you’re close now, but not there yet, not for a little while longer.

And then you feel it, his lips closing on your clit, sucking, his tongue flicking it. “Gotta call you back, mom, sorry, the door-” you desperately press the end call button, just as your body starts to trash, your thighs squeezing Oikawa’s face as you chant his name “Tooru”.

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strawbabysimp · 3 years

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Milk || Cow Hybrid Sub!Shigaraki x Reader

Genre: Smut

Category: Sub!Shigaraki x GN!Dom!Reader

Warning(s): Cum Eating, Handjobs, Male Lactation, Nipple Play, Slight Degradation

Request(s): "OH MY GOD THIS IDEA HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE SO HEAR ME OUT HOUSEWIFE COW HYBRID SHIGARAKI 😩😩😩😩 PLEASE MAKE HIM A SUB AND THE READER A DOM "

A/N: I'm not sure how to feel about this :) I enjoyed it far too much~

Waiting for you to get home was torture. His chest and cock ached in unison and with every small task he couldn't help but whimper from the way his clothes grazed his most sensitive areas. As time passed, he could no longer resist the urge to rub over the bulge beneath his apron, attempting to distract himself from the way his nipples rubbed against the clothing painfully by tugging at the pitifully denied cock between his legs. He was so close to spilling out, the lightest touch adding to the wet spots in the fabric of his top. He hoped that by wearing a cropped shirt the air would somehow soothe the sensitive buds but he knew the only real solution would be a good milking.

His pants stuck to his legs unpleasantly and he found himself quickly peeling the fabric off of his sweat-laden skin, sighing blissfully as the air hit his exposed thighs. His bottom half was left only in briefs and he contemplated taking off the top he wore or the cow-print apron you had bought him jokingly, but decided against it. He would be far too tempted if he saw his own hardened nipples, white collecting at the tip as he tried his best not to give each of them a painfully satisfying tug.

He whines against the kitchen counter, head resting atop his forearm as his hand comes to stroke up and down his shaft. Blue strands stick to the man's forehead the longer he keeps at it, the coldness of the countertop no longer felt against his scorching skin. The dark horns atop his head shined in the light of the kitchen, always pristine even when he himself was coming undone. He was so desperate to just reach up and squeeze down onto the swollen nubs, craving the sweet release that came whenever he spilled out over his own chest, wasting his precious milk as it made its way down his torso in spurts. But he couldn't. He had promised to wait for you.

That's the position you caught him in, spilling over his own fingers as he cried out, pressing himself further against the counter in a way that had him soaking through his shirt. After catching his breath he noticed you, standing on the other side a bit farther off, eyes widened slightly from the sight. "I'm sorry," he said between gasps, "It was too much. I needed... I'm sorry..." He trailed off nervously as you stepped towards him.

You were quick to soothe his worrying, the tension in his brow releasing with every reassuring word. "That's okay. I'm not mad. I'm sure you still have lots of milk left in there, right? Unless you spent the day milking yourself like a filthy whore? Hmm?" The bluenette's head shook in denial. He had done no such thing. You had been at work for the majority of the day and with a quick peck to his lips and a gentle squeeze to his chest you had him promise to wait for you to get home before he did anything to relieve the pressure in his chest.

Having made your way to the other side of the counter, you got a better look at the moisture soaking through his shirt. You moved to untie the strings keeping the cow-print against his body, the item falling to the floor and allowing you to see the mess he had made of himself. Cum mingled with the fibers of his boxers to leave a wet patch in the crotch and when your index finger reached out to trace the underside of his shaft in a straight line, his back pressed against the counter as he allowed you to continue your slow movements, you were pleased to get the small twitch as feedback.

Satisfied with his cock's reaction, your hands moved their way up to his stomach, his waist was thin and defined but still soft and you couldn't help but dig your nails in just slightly to gain the pleasant-sounding hiss Shigaraki lets out at the pressure. Once again you moved along, digits trailing teasing swirls into his skin before settling on his swollen chest. You made sure to only cup them, avoiding the hardened peaks showing through the soaked shirt. The cow hybrid stared at you with big eyes and a quivering mouth, desperate for the way you milked the tender mounds.

Giving in to his wordless pleas, you clamped down on the needy buds. He pressed himself closer to you, head falling down to rest on your shoulder as you rested your head against his own. He cried out from the merciless motions, skin chaffing slightly from the crop top still adorning his body. You noticed his pained whines and pulled away. His eyes filled with tears at the lack of contact but he calmed down once he realized your intentions. Lifting his arms to help you release him from his clothing, Shigaraki whimpered as it rose up and off of him. He quickly returned to his original position and you nibbled softly on his ear as a sign of claim before resuming your ministrations.

His noises only grew louder until you were sure anyone outside could easily know the nature of what was going on inside your home. Despite the volume of his moans, you were eager to bring more out of him. You detached one of your hands from the perk nipple, the milky residue coating your fingers as you bypassed the band of his briefs. His cock was hard in your hands and a wave of precum left him with only a few pumps in your palm. The abandoned nipple continued to puff up, sore yet still dripping down. What a waste.

Your lips wrapped around the leaking tip, pulling more of the lukewarm flavor into your mouth with every soft suck. Blue strands bounced in the air as he struggled to keep himself up, head tilted back as he gave you more access to his chest. Your hand never stopped thumbing at his cock, focusing on the tip as the precum and milk mixed to create a sort of lubricant that spilled out over your fingers and down his arousal, coating his inner thighs in wetness. He gasped in your hold, shaking against the counter he now relied on for stability. His fingers dipped into his own mouth in an attempt to quiet down but quickly failed as the overwhelming sensations hit him.

Drool trails down his chin as cum drips from his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his head and fingers that were once in his mouth now rested against the side of his face in a wet mess. You don't release him until you've drained his cock completely, sobs echoing off the kitchen floor as his legs threatened to collapse under the weight of his orgasm. Satisfied with the job done, you pulled away from his chest with a pop before bringing your hand out of the fabric confines. Tears ran down his face but a soft smile was on yours as you got a look at just how wrecked he was. Your hand was left coated in the sticky secretions and you couldn't help but bring the digits to his mouth to clean up.

"Sweet, isn't it?"

#Smut #Shigaraki #Shigaraki Smut #Shigaraki x Reader #Sub!Shigaraki #Sub Shigaraki #My Hero Academia #MHA #Anime #Shigaraki Tomura #Gender Nuetral Reader

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seita · 4 years

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— haikyuu squirting.

includes: kuroo, kenma, yaku, bokuto, akaashi, + konoha.

p a r t t h r e e ;;

⤸ last: two ⤿ next: four (coming soon!)

-ˋˏ nekoma ˎˊ-

— tetsurou kuroo.

≻ making you squirt is one of his all time favorite things tbh.

≻ he makes you squirt every chance he gets

≻ he loves how hard you cum, the way you tremble and the way your eyes roll back in your head

≻ it fills him with a sense of power and euphoria

≻ he’s simply a man who lives for your pleasure

he can’t fight the grin on his face as he watches the way your head falls forward, burying your face in your pillow. you can’t hold yourself up on your hands properly.

he doesn’t mind, he prefers this position more anyway. he grips your hips, angling them a bit to make it easier for him to his that sweet spot deep inside you.

“t-tetsu!” you sob, muffled by the pillow you’re crying into.

“what is it, baby? my cock too much for you?” he coos, “you gonna cum for me?”

you nod, lifting your head up to gasp when he reaches beneath you to circle your sensitive little clit. the bud had been completely neglected and feeling his rough fingers circling had you squealing, “please, i’m so close!!”

“oh yeah?” he grunts, “you gonna make a mess for me like i want, baby?”

you nod, your nails digging into the pillow case until the fabric creaks in protests. your mouth falls open but no sound breaks free as you dangle so precariously over that intense edge, ready to fall.

it builds and builds until you’re trembling and waiting for the coil to snap.

when it did, you choked on a sob and fell forward, only being supported by your boyfriends grip. he grunts as you gush around his cock and hand, soaking your thighs, his fingers, and the bed beneath you.

laughing, he pats your clit, forcing a few more squirts of your cum out before he backs off and lets you breathe, “that’s a good girl. givin’ me just what i want.”

— kenma kozume.

≻ honestly makes you squirt by accident 99% of the time

≻ it’s not that he doesn’t like when you do it

≻ he just doesn’t really like the mess

≻ but if you do squirt

≻ it’s fine

≻ no big deal

≻ he just carries on as usual. he’ll deal with the mess later

≻ all he cares about rn is making you cum again and again

“k-ken wait!” you suddenly cry out, making him frown.

he slows his movements, still holding onto your hips, “what?”

“i-i’m gonna make a mess...” you bashfully admit, covering your face with your hands.

he rolls his eyes, resuming his harsh thrusts. you squeal, grabbing onto the blankets beneath you, “k-ken! i-if you don’t s-stop i’ll--”

“squirt?” he scoffs, eyes locked onto your cunt, watching the way you cream around him -- coating him in milky white every time he pulls out. you’re close. he can tell. you’re spasming deliciously around him, “go ahead then.”

you shake your head, “b-but the mess!”

“we’ll clean it up later, just cum,” he snaps, bringing his hand between your legs to work your clit, “stop holding back.”

“k-ken!” you cry, wrapping your hand around his wrist.

you stare at him with wide eyes, your mouth falling open as you dangle enticingly over the edge. it’s so close. your whole body is tense. it’s building...and building...and building.

until you finally explode with a breathless cry of his name.

you gush at first, your cum dripping down his balls before your squirt, drenching his cock and abdomen as he fucks you through your orgasm. your back is arched and you crying out sweet love confessions as you cum nice and hard for him.

— morisuke yaku.

≻ another one who loves to make you squirt

≻ but.......it’s usually a punishment

≻ you look so cute when you get embarrassed

≻ the way you cover your face shyly after he holds up his dripping hand for you to see ≻ makes you watch him lick his fingers clean of your cum

≻ he rlly only does it if you’ve been a brat or done something to tick him off

≻ so if u want to squirt, just send him some nudes while he’s work or smthn

“you think you’re cute, don’t you?” he snarls, giving your sensitive cunt a sharp slap, making you cry out in shock. it leaves a buzzing sensation in your clit that ran all the way down to your toes, “sending me pictures of your slutty little cunt while i’m in a meeting?”

“i-i’m sorry!” you gasp, eyes rolling back when he stuffs three fingers unforgivably into your pussy, giving you a sudden, burning stretch that had you panting, “i-i just needed you so...bad!”

he scoffs, angling his fingers upwards, pummeling that tender little spot in your upper wall, “oh yeah? if you’re really sorry then you’ll make a pretty mess all over my hand. then maybe i’ll forgive you and you can have my cock.”

you nod, squealing when he uses his other hand to thumb at your swollen clit, making your thighs tremble, “fuck! mori! ‘m gonna cum!”

he doesn’t say anything, just grins. his eyes are fixzated on your cunt, watching the way your hole swallows his fingers desperately. it’s almost as good a sight as watching you stretch to take his cock.

the thought of you being stuffed full of his cock has him throbbing in his shorts, “cum. right now. make a mess all over me or you get nothing.”

the threat is enough to send you over the edge, mouth falling open as you cry out his name. he groans through your orgasm, watching the way your juices splatter all the way up his forearm.

“messy girl!” he laughs, pulling his fingers out. he continues to play with your clit, encouraging a few more gushes of cum from your spasming little cunt, “i guess you deserve a reward for that, huh?”

-ˋˏ fukurodani ˎˊ-

— koutarou bokuto.

≻ makes you squirt constantly

≻ but not by choice

≻ he loves it but

≻ tbh he doesn’t actually know how he does it

≻ he just fucks you or fingers you and...you end up gushing around his fingers

≻ who is he to ruin what is such a great thing

you love sitting in his lap. he feels so big and strong when he holds you, keeping your legs spread so he can fuck two fingers into your cunt. your head is resting back on his shoulder as he whispers filth in your ear.

he tells you how you’re such a good girl, that you’re so tight around his fingers, you’re absolutely dripping. you’re his filthy baby and he loves you so much. he adores to make you feel good, how he wants you to cum.

your eyes roll back and cling to his arm, your legs trembling endlessly as you keep them completely spread for him.

“kou,” you pant, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth as you call out to him.

“i know, puppy,” he whispers, kissing your temple, “i can feel you squeezing. you’re creaming all over my fingers, see?”

you look down and feel your cheeks burn at the mess you’re making on his hand. his cock is impossibly hard and pressing into your back.

“want you to cum for me, puppy,” he coos, hooking his chin over your shoulder to watch your cunt swallow his digits, “go on, give it to me, please?”

who are you to deny him? especially when he angles his fingertips expertly as he grinds his palm against your hard clit.

you spasm in his lap, crying out as you sob and gush all over his hand. he grins, fucking his fingers into you as fast as he can, deft flicks of his wrist that only serve to make you squirt even more until you’re positive there is a puddle on the floor beneath you.

you’re panting and twitching in aftershocks as he pulls out, popping his fingers in his mouth with a groan. your cum is sweet and savory on his tongue as he swallows it down.

he doesn’t know how he does it but he loves when you squirt like that for him.

— keiji akaashi.

≻ only makes you squirt by request

≻ he LOVES when you do

≻ but he never wants to make you squirt if you don’t outright want to

≻ he’s a gentleman after all

≻ sometimes he’ll ask you if it’s okay

≻ other time he waits for you to beg him, in that cute breathy voice if he can make you make a mess

≻ and what’s he gonna do? say no???

≻ as if.

you were so sweet, so pretty as you bashfully asking him if he can make you cum extra hard today. he knew what you meant, having learned your little looks and vague requests.

still, he asks, just to watch you squeak in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest if “you want me to make you squirt?”

but you nod, and he feels his cock get hard immediately.

having you on your back, your knees pressed against your cheek as he slowly rocks his cock into your tight little hole is how he loves you. you become a babbling, drooling mess for him so quickly all while gushing and creaming on his cock.

you drip down his balls, already such making a such a mess despite the fact he hasn’t even made you cum yet.

“what’s got you so worked up today?” he inquires, thumbing your clit, making you arch and gasp desperately, “you’re so wet. i’ve barely even done anything.”

you whimper, “i-i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

your confession comes easily and it makes his heart flutter. he smiles, pressing his lips against your calf, “yeah? my sweet girl.”

you keen, biting back a smile that promptly vanishes when he hits your sweet spot. you arch, trembling beneath him.

“y-you’re gonna make me cum!” you announce, “please keiji.”

he nods, finally speeding up his thrusts. he continues to thumb your swollen little bud, watching your cunt eagerly swallow him balls deep as you spasm and clench desperately around him. he works you to your high, teeth clenched.

when you finally fall over the edge, you squirt, forcing his cock from your hole. he rubs your clit with four fingers, forcing out every drop of cum your eager little cunt has to offer him until you reach down and stop him, muttering soft thanks and ‘i love you’s.

— akinori konoha.

≻ another one who loves to make you squirt

≻ some days he can do it some days he can’t

≻ it doesn’t matter if you don’t squirt tho, bc you still cum no worries

≻ he just loves the mess of when you do gush for him

≻ the way your moans change ever so slightly, getting embarrassed as you announce that you’re gonna make a mess for him

≻ truly, he could cum from that alone

“work your hips, just like that,” he orders, gripping your hips as he forces you to grind on him exactly how he wants.

you let him, knowing there’s no reason for you to fight him. he’s the one who can make you cum, he knows your body better than you. and you’re proven right when you feel him nail your sweet spot, making your whole body twitch at the stimulation.

you’re not bouncing, it’s a slow grind that stirs his cock against your tender walls. this isn’t about him, he’s working to get you off.

the squeezing of your cunt is enough to stimulate him but not nearly enough to make him cum. perfect.

especially for what he has in mind.

you’ve already caught onto his plan so you let him control your movements. your nails pinch into his bare chest but he doesn’t mind. you’re dripping down his balls, making a mess but he wants an even bigger one.

“c’mon, pretty girl,” he grunts, the way you clench around him at the pet name making his cock throb, “cum for me. i know you want to. go ahead and squirt for me.”

“m-my clit, please, aki,” you beg pathetically.

he grins and finds the hard, neglected little bud with his thumb. a few quick clicks to the button sends you flying over the edge. you push yourself onto your knees, his cock popping free as he continues to thumb your clit, watching as you squirt all over his cock.

he smiles, “i love when you do that.“

he pulls you into his arms and presses his lips against yours, reaching down to stuff his cock back into your oversensitive cunt.

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lovethoery · 3 years

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pairing: nonidol!jeno + fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut! please read at your own risk ♡ also just very soft n fluffy for the most part. it gets a little mean at the end but it’s all consensual and discussed before hand!!! promise.

kinks: slight puppy play, mentions of pegging and strap-ons, dominant reader, submissive jeno, mommy kink, vaginal sex, established relationship, no protection (pls b safe!!), dirty talk, fingering, ♡ big dick jeno ♡, breeding (the reader says not to, but i promise they’ve talked it over and it’s actually okay), mention of pussy eating, name calling?, tummy bulging, drooling.

a/n: i have not been able to stop thinking abt subby puppy jeno... he’s just so good... im not a dom, but for jeno (and mark)? i’ll do anything. this is very much self-indulgent. no i’m not sorry.

jeno’s hips can’t help the way they fuck into your hand, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling. it’s just so good, and he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months.

“and whose fault is that?” you coo, leaning forward to get in the boy’s face. jeno’s ears are a bright pink, chest and neck beginning to adopt the same hue. he gulps, looking down to where your fingers are wrapping around his length, working him up and down.

“m-mine...” he whispers, mouth parting open as his eyes flutter shut.

“unh-unh. eyes on me, mutt,” you order. jeno’s nothing if not obedient, though, and he opens his eyes quickly, whimpering. “do you wanna fuck mommy?” you can’t miss the way jeno’s eyes light up; it’d be impossible to miss it.

he’s pressed up against the headboard of your shared bed, shirt tossed in a corner somewhere. his jeans are unbuttoned and shoved down messily, boxers still confining most of your boyfriend’s cock. jeno looks an absolute wreck, and you can see the way the thought of being inside your pussy causes him to sink deeper into his fucked out state.

raising a hand, you brush the hair out of his face gently, jeno��s tongue brushing past his lips to wet them. your fingers itch to push past those pretty pillows and make him gag, but you figure you’d save it for later.

“yes or no, angel?”

jeno’s mouth opens wider, then closes. he looks around as if you’re baiting him, but then he speaks softly. “yes...”

“yes what, pup?” your eyes bore into his, daring him to look away when you’re practically dangling a bone in his face—something so sweet and savory. a chance he doesn’t get often.

“yes, mommy,” jeno breathes, eyes wide and borderline innocent. borderline only because you know what he’s really like—desperate, needy, trying everything in his power to keep from breaking any rules you may have set forth tonight. “please let me fuck you...”

the boy beneath you is practically vibrating from the prospect of being inside you once again. he hasn’t been allowed to fuck you as of late due to poor... technique.

“mmm...” you hum, straightening your back to sit up, taller than him; looking down on him like the mutt he is. “do you think you can do a good job? surely with how much mommy’s fucked you, you must’ve learned something, right, puppy?”

jeno whimpers, loud and high in his throat, head moving forward to rest his face in your chest. the boy mouths at your shirt, nuzzling into you. you can’t help but bring your hands to card through his hair, petting him gently. jeno is your most precious boy, after all. “oh, puppy... okay, okay... you can fuck mommy.”

moving off of his lap, you begin to pull your clothes from your body, only to be stopped by jeno. “let me, please...” always such a good boy, you think.

jeno’s fingers tremble when he brings them to the drawstring on your shorts, despite how deft and nimble they typically are. it makes you giggle, laying on your back to allow him to pull the shorts from your legs. he moves slowly, almost like he’s still unsure about it all. you coo, reaching for his wrist. you thumb over the protruding bone, reassuring in your gentle movements. he nods in understanding, spreading your your legs wide to play with your pussy, admiring the way it glistens with your essence.

a sigh slips from the both of you when jeno sinks in his middle finger, and you giggle again. jeno’s eyes snap towards you, making sure he’s doing alright before he’s wiggling the digit carefully. his thumb moves to hook onto your clit, drawing gentle circles. he’s working you up, just like you’d taught him to when you first started having sex.

you moan softly, jeno’s middle finger beginning to crook, searching for your g-spot. your back arches when he finds it, toes curling and the boy between your legs can’t help the way his tongue starts to loll out of his mouth, practically salivating at the display before him. he’s never seen something so beautiful in his entire life, and his cock throbs from where it sits half-way out of his underwear. a blurt of pre-cum spills from the tip and you grin lazily.

“and here i thought i was the only one who was wet... but you’re dripping over there, baby,” you breathe. your voice is pitched up just a little, head tilting back. you miss the way jeno’s eyes flutter shut at your words, embarrassment flooding his bones.

“can i add another finger?”

you nod at his question, praising him for being so good, remembering to ask before doing. you’ve taught him so well, how to be the best boy be can be, and jeno beams under it. he takes the permission granted to him and slips his ringer finger in next, scissoring them wide.

a whine falls from your lips, legs spreading wider as you clench around the digits. “fuck, that’s so good,” you moan, eyes moving to lock on jeno’s. you grin again, teeth on display and jeno whimpers, kissing your bent knee. moving your foot, you press it up against jeno’s cock, biting your lip in satisfaction when jeno’s hips jolt.

“hurry up, puppy. get mommy ready for your big cock so you can fuck her nice and good.”

jeno doesn’t need to be told twice, fingers beginning to speed up after adding a third, pumping in and out of you. you moan louder, head falling back against the mattress. the coil in your abdomen tightens, spring loaded and ready to snap when jeno’s thumb speeds up its circles on your bud. your hips buck up, whines falling from your mouth as you get closer and closer, falling from the edge when jeno takes initiative and gives you that fourth finger, cupping your pussy as he stretches you wide and makes you cum.

it’s with soft whines and pretty cries that you cum, back arched taut like a bowstring and jeno thinks he could cum untouched, just from the sight alone. he has, if he remembers correctly. but not right now. right now, jeno needs to be inside you.

without even thinking, jeno’s quick to pull his hands away, shoving his pants and briefs down enough for his cock to fall out, heavy and thick between his legs.

your eyes are hazy as you look up at him, still coming around from your orgasm when jeno shoves his length into you. your eyes widen, mouth falling open as he starts to thrust, eyes watering from the stretch. “f-fuck!” you cry, back arching again. it burns, but you’re too preoccupied with the pleasure that builds behind your belly button again.

four fingers are never enough when it comes to stretching you out, another reason why you prefer to fuck him, and not the other way around. that, and every time jeno gets his cock in you, it goes like this.

the boy between your legs is practically jackhammering into you, hips moving like a piston into you over and over again. his eyes are closed and his tongue hangs from his mouth, drool coating his chin. his eyes open and close, looking down at you. jeno’s so far into his own headspace, there’s nothing in his eyes but desire and a need to breed you.

“j-jen... puppy, you’ve gotta slow d-down—oh, my god...” you try, hand moving to press against his tummy. it’s damp with sweat, tensing over and over from a mix of exertion and undying pleasure. jeno, despite your pleas, shows no sign of slowing. it feels like he begins to move even faster, balls slapping against against you.

the room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, your pussy squelching loudly as it tries to adjust to jeno’s width.

he stops for a moment, moving the two of you around. jeno moves with your legs tossed over his forearms, pulling you closer and up into his lap. with your feet up in the air, you feel a little burn of shame, not used to being manhandled in this way, though you know in the back of your mind you could easily take back control if needed.

jeno seems to only get rougher, pushing back into with a one-track mind. you know that look when he looks at you again. he wants to cum inside you.

“no,” you warn, hand tangling into his hair and pulling roughly.

jeno leans forward with a cry, face burying itself in your chest, knees pressing to your chest. you groan with the stretch in your thighs and waist, but shake it off, pushing it to the back of your head when you feel soft lips pressing against the base of your throat. teeth scrape across your skin, biting down.

with your legs locked up between your bodies, you have no way of pushing jeno away. it’s not that you don’t want him to cum inside, you do. it’s just... he doesn’t deserve it for the way he broke your rules.

“m-mommy!” jeno’s voice is high pitched, breaking on the end as his thrusts slow, but grow rougher. you can feel the slick between your legs, spilling down over your ass and onto the blankets beneath you. “so g-good... wanna breed you...”

your mouth opens when jeno readjusts, cock pressing up against your walls in the best way possible, pressing up against your sweet spot every single time. your toes curl where they’re propped up in the air, your boyfriend’s body preventing you from lowering them. a cramp starts to pull somewhere in your left thigh, and you contemplate telling jeno as much but when he cries out into your chest, you don’t have it in you to stop him.

“you better pull out, mutt!” you warn him, fingers wrapping around broad shoulders and digging into his skin. pretty crescent moon shapes litter his back, deep, red scratching lining his tanned skin.

your words seem to only spur jeno on, hips picking up pace as he becomes focused on only his pleasure.

“stupid dog,” is all you’re able to get out before jeno’s hips are stuttering, cock bottoming out. the tip kisses your cervix, cum painting your walls, and your own body convulses at the feeling. you moan into the air of your bedroom, pulling jeno even closer. your tummy bulges with his cock, and jeno just has to press a clammy hand against it.

jeno stays buried deep inside you for a moment, catching his breath. he’s hiccupping a little as he tries to come back to earth from whatever pleasure-induced cloud he’d been on. your fingers move to bring jeno’s face to yours, lips pressing against one another. jeno’s tongue finds refuge against your own, and you moan into his mouth. it’s sloppy and messy, the total opposite of the jeno everyone else gets to see and it makes you clench around his softening cock.

when he pulls away, you hum, taking in the sight before you. jeno’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he regards you like you’re the only source of water for miles and he hasn’t had a drop in days. his tongue hangs out of his mouth, panting like a dog, and his chin is covered in drool. your fingers work to clean his face, wiping against the bedsheets once you’ve done your best to work the spit away.

you gasp as jeno’s cock slips free, soft between his legs.

“hi, baby,” you whisper, a grin on your lips as you work him back to you. “can you speak yet?”

jeno swallows, eyes blinking slowly as his mouth works to form words.

“shh... you don’t have to try if you can’t. just nod if you’re feeling good enough to keep going.”

the boy between your legs keens softly, nodding a soft yes. you card your fingers through sweat-dampened hair, cooing gently, trying to show as much affection to the boy as you can before you’re yanking on the strands, growling under your breath.

jeno whines in pain, but you can feel his dick twitching against your ass.

“stupid fucking dog. you can’t listen, can you?” your voice is biting, though you mean no malice. “first, you think of only yourself when i so graciously let you fuck me. remember last time, mutt? remember why mommy hasn’t let you fuck her in months? because you do shit like this.” with another tug, jeno’s groaning, mouth opening again. your free fingers work into his pretty, swollen mouth, pressing down on his tongue. your thumb hooks under his jaw, in the divot behind his chin. forcing his mouth open, you maneuver his head so he’s unable to look anywhere but you. “and then, to make it worse, mommy told you not to cum inside her. but what do you do? you cum inside her like a stupid mutt. do you know what will happen if mommy gets pregnant?”

jeno’s eyes are filling with tears, and for a moment you become worried, but you know jeno’s smart enough to use his safe word. he has before, even when he’s gone so far into his puppy space that he’s gotten nonverbal.

“if mommy gets pregnant with your puppies,” you whisper, bringing him in close. he swallows as best as he can around your fingers. “then mommy can’t fuck you like the stupid bitch you are. and you will never get to come close to my pussy. do you understand me, mutt?”

the boy trapped between your legs nods quickly, drool spilling from around your fingers once more. you hum, digging a heel into jeno’s lower back before releasing him. jeno slumps against your chest once your legs are free as well, and your fingers move from his mouth to pet through his locks again.

“you’re lucky you’re so cute, nono.” your voice is breathy, a soft giggle in it somewhere as jeno rests his chin on your chest, looking up at you with big eyes. “god, i can’t even be mad at you.” you’re pouting down at him, moving to adjust your position. turning around, you rest up against the headboard, legs spread wide. jeno’s cum drips from your fluttering walls, between your cheek, and onto the bed sheet beneath you.

“if you wanna make it up to me, you’ll come over here and use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum.”

jeno’s eyes light up once more and he’s immediately crawling between your legs, ready to give you the world and then some.

#jeno lee smut #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct u smut #00 line smut #sub!nct #sub!jeno #this was so self indulgent #i just really needed this #i want a jeno so badly

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sailorhyunjinz · 4 years

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~ Fluffy intruders ~

Warnings: FLUFF & SMUT, dom!minho, fem!reader, established relationship(kinda?idk), fingering, nipple play, blowjob, penetrative sex (stay safe yall), sex ruined by cats hahaha

Word count: 2,079 words (whoops...)

Requested: Based of anons scenario (which made me laugh so hard, ty for making my day <33)

Note: i want a cat ;(( ALSO writing long smuts is heeeella difficult AA SORRY IF THIS IS SHIET

As a child you were never allowed to have pets. Your parents said that you didn’t have enough ‘responsibility’ to care for another living creature and so after years convincing you eventually stopped, deeming yourself forever petless. But that was until you met Minho. You vividly remember the first date which was at a local cafe, filled with hanging wall plants and rustic boxes of coffee beans. The brown haired boy looked cozy with a dark oversized sweater and a white and black checkered beret, his silver chain earrings shined everytime he moved his head. The strong musky scent of the coffee beans in the cafe fitted his image making him appear even cuter than you originally though.

When you had ordered your drinks of choice you sat down at a table in the far back of the cafe, not visible to a lot of the visiters. The both of you plopped down on each side of the round table, momentarily gaining eye contact before breaking it, being to shy to look for too long. You noticed a couple strands of hair on the shoulder of his sweater.

“Wait, you have something there” you said while smiling, gently leaning over the old rosewood table.

Minho smiled back and froze a bit when your hand got closer to him, heart beating faster than ever. After all it was a cute girl sitting across him dressed exactly how he pictured you.

“There you go” you leaned back into your seat as you threw the hairs on the stone flooring. Only when you looked back at him again did you notice that the color of the strands were not his signature dark brown but instead orange. You looked at him confused and just had to ask.

“Did you have orange hair recently?” was the only question you managed to get out but you instantly regretted it the moment it left your lips. ‘Why do I always make a fool out of myself?’ you though.

Minho laughed, the apples of his cheeks rounded and his eyes formed a halfmoon shape.

“No... I would like to try it someday to match my cat Soonie” he said through that cute smile on his lips, having a dreamy look when he mentioned his cat.

“YOU HAVE A CAT?” you said a tad bit too loud but you didn’t care, you were currently talking to someone that had the animal you always wanted to own.

Minho laughed even louder, heart exploding from your cute reaction.

“I actually have 3! They’re called Soonie, Doongie and Dori” he said, flashing his dad-like smile, looking like a proud parent over his cats.

Your eyes lit up as you tapped your legs in excitement.

“I want to know everything about them!” you squealed like a little child.

“Yet another thing we have in common. I’ll tell you but let me fetch the drinks” he said with a soft comforting voice before he stood up and went to the counter. You followed his figure with your eyes.

The rest of the date you talked about mostly his cats. Sure, you talked about other boring things like work but seeing Minho talk about his little critters made you fall in love even more. He pulled up his phone, a whole album was dedicated to the fluffy babies. He had everything you wanted. A perfect smile, a comforting personality and of course a nurturing side which was shown by how well he took care of the trio of cats.

That was 2 years ago. Now, you were a full-time mom to the cats. And as much as Minho hates to admit it, his cats love you even more than him. There was only one little thing you could complain about ẃhen being a catmom and no, it’s not the amount of cat fur that flies into your mouth when kissing the kitties.

You yawned as you closed the bedroom door and crawled into bed, the cats sleeping peacefully in their fluffy beds in the living room. Minho was already cuddled up with his phone, the blue light reflecting onto his complexion. He looked so concentrated and you refused to sleep without getting a good night kiss from the cozy boy

“Kiss” you said, holding out your face in front of his phone.

“ha ha no” he turned the other way and lied on his side, only then did you see why he was obsessed with what was going on the screen. He was playing games with the other boys which made you roll your eyes. You were not giving up this easily and so you spread out on top of him, rubbing your face onto his.

“KISS KISS KISS” you demanded to which Minho sighed, turning onto his back again. You were now straddling him and leaned down to kiss him on the lips, expecting a small peck but oh were you wrong. Minho put his soft hands on either side of your face, cupping your cheeks as he deepened the kiss by crashing his tongue on yours. The movement of the kiss formed a pace, making you slightly rub on against his member while the bed moved slowly.

Minho moved his hands from your cheeks to your hips, pressing them against his hardening dick while you rubbed against it in a quicker pace. His eyes darkened, previously being rounded but now they were hooded, resembling the eyes of a dragon. A mysterious smirk appeared on his light red lips as he flipped you over, hovering above you. Your thighs rubbed together, body getting hotter by the second since you knew what waited everytime this happened.

“Since you wanted a kiss so bad how about I give you something better?” he growled, eyeing you up and down, taking in the beauty of your body lying helpless underneath him. You swallowed a hard gulp as you nodded faintly. He took of his shirt, revealing his slightly muscular body he had been working on recently. With his hand he lifted up your light pink pyjama shirt exposing your two delicate buds and without a second though Minho attached his lips onto one of them, sucking relentlesly whilst his fingers played delicately with the other nipple. Your chest was a playground for Minhos tongue as he switched from nipple to nipple, licking and biting them playfully. Through clenched teeth you muffled a stiff moan as he twirled his tongue around the sensitive buds. You grabbed onto his dark hair, stroking it in encouragement to which Minho smiled in between bites.

His hand trailed down from your nipple, tracing the outline of your waist and hip as it softly halted around the band of your pyjama shorts. A firm grip was placed on your waist as Minho went back to kissing you, his lips covered in saliva from sucking on your nipples earlier. You patted him on the head as you bit his bottom lip, enhacing the romantic kiss. The grip on your waist loosened and plunged down your shorts making the burning feeling in your clit amplified. He traced his fingers over your clothed pussy, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric to which he smirked.

“I’ve barely done anything but my princess is already soaking” he said, breaking the kiss for a second. You nodded again, wanting his fingers inside you. It was almost like he was reading your mind because that’s exactly what happened. Being caught off guard, Minho pushed the fabric aside, digging two digits into your pulsating cunt. Tiny whimpers made it’s way out your mouth as he curled his fingers upwards, finding your g-spot. Those whimpers turned into moans as Minhos thumb started circling your enlarged clit. You looked at him and he looked back, signaling your desperation for him. He understood it in a heart beat and removed his fingers, immediately stripping himself from the loose fitting pants and boxers. His hard member sprung free from the clothes that were now lying on the floor somewhere. He was still on top of you, looking like a statue with when he stood on his knees that were on their side of your body, his dick only inches across your face. Lifting up your hips slightly you pulled your pyjamas and panties down before you semi-sat down again, the warm bed hitting your butt.

Minho lifted your chin with the same fingers that were inside you moments prior, he looked you deep into the eyes before he placed his dick on your plump lips. You licked the tip slowly and looked him back into the eyes. He looked so much powerful than you when he was above you, asserting his dominance by grabbing a fistful of your hair and pushing you down on his shaft making you choke. You sucked him of to the best of your abilities, hollowing your hot cheeks and drooling all over the place.

“You look so pretty like this princess” he grunted out, the grip on your hair tightening as his noises got louder, twitching slightly between your lips. Minho rolled his head around and landed his eyes on yours to which you blushed.

As he was nearing his release he pulled out of your mouth, you gasped for air and coughed. Just as you were about to wipe off the drool on your chin and chest he took the back of his hand and swiped the drool off of you, rubbing it on thr bedsheets. Even when his dominant side emerged he cared about you.

“Face down, ass up” he said getting off you. A small “yes baby” fled your swollen lips that came from sucking him off too hard as you got into position. Minhos slightly cold fingers grazed your wet folds from behind, the sensation of cold feeling oddly numbing on your hot pussy. He grinned at the whimper that you let out and stood on his knees infront of your butt, lining himself up with your cunt. You shut your eyes tightly even before he put it in because you already knew the feeling. He was way to big for you and so it always stinged a bit before the pleasure kicked in. Yet again you were right, a moment of pain as he penetrated you but when you adjusted the feeling of being filled to the brim made you stammer out a moan. Minhos hands seemed bigger than they were when he grabbed onto your hips, setting a even pace.

“My pretty princess is always to tight for me” he said, focused on his movements. You could only moan in response, your lips pouting by the way your cheek was being squashed against the bed. Eventually the pace of his thrusts quickened causing the bed to shake. Minhos hands stroked your back from time to time, giving you goosebumps. Your moans got louder and as he grabbed both your arms pulling you against his member they turned into screams. You threw your head back, sweath covering the few stray strands of hair that poked out. Minho knew you were close by listening to your loud moans that sounded like music in his ears. But besides his low groans and the sound of skin slapping against each other you heard another sound. Minho stopped, turning around to face the door.

Loud scratching and meowing erupted on the other side of the door which made Minho scoff while you looked with a confused expression at your boyfriend. He resumed this thrusts at an even quicker pace, you clenched around his dick feeling your release coming closer.

“I’m making mommy feel good! Stop being such babies!” he yelled which confused you deeply as you laughed.

“Who are you talking to?” you turned around to face your boyfriend.

“Who else but the spawn on satan that are those cats?” he said, the both of you bursted out in laughter.

Minho let go of your arms and pulled out, feeling empty. You opened the door and saw the trio of cats marching in the bedroom one by one, getting comfortable on the bed. Minho covered himself with the duvet before snuggling his beloved babies. But the second you lied down on the bed, all three of the cats snuggled up with you instead leaving Minho feeling betrayed.

“Traitors...” he mumbled looking visibly annoyed to which you giggled, petting the Soonie.

“Ok out now! I was not done with mommy” he said to the cats pointing at the door.

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bluecookies02 · 3 years

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Shigaraki x Reader x Spinner

NSFW || minors do not interact

cw: poly relationship, threesome, reunion sex, spinner's monster cocks, trans(ftm)!shigaraki

A/N: this was a paid commission for a dear friend of mine! I'm sorry for many "pale/blushy" descriptions but they do be a blushy bottom🌸

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Cruel fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, a frustrated whine coming from your boyfriend's lips. His pussy drips and drools over your leg, his clit brushing against you ever so often, his own thighs getting tired. He tries slowing down again, rolling his hips with care, angling them so that he can slowly build up the warm feeling in his tummy that escaped him just a few minutes ago. He's holding his breath, focused so intensively on the way your plush skin shakes under him, your leg moving up and down in efforts to help him at least a bit.

Your hands are shyly placed on his hips, too scared to grip or move him the wrong way. Your lips are swollen, drool still dripping down your chin ever so often, the light stinging reminding you of how close he was, how beautifully his back arched, just for everything to be ripped away for no reason at all.

Well, there's always a reason, this one being that after a few weeks of living alone together, desperately waiting for your boyfriend to come back home, you both became unsustainably needy. Whatever the other one did wasn't enough anymore, and just like that, both of you wasted your time desperately trying to make each other cum.

What infuriated Shig even more was that he couldn't do anything to help you out either.

His head falls onto your chest, hot tears staining your skin, he's so terribly overwhelmed and deprived all the same. You decide to spend the rest of the afternoon soothing each other, kissing and cuddling, trying to make the day pass by quicker. Tomura ended up falling asleep on your lap, arms wrapped around your back. Placing a kiss to his shoulder, you bury your face in his neck, listening to the soft snores and huffs until your eyesight starts to get blurry, eyelids slowly closing while you finally doze off. He should be here soon...

You're not sure if Shigaraki woke up, but you can hear, maybe in your dreams, soft whispers against your ear, words of adoration making your heart swell, and in your sleepy state your think you hug your boyfriend a bit tighter, letting him know that yes, you adore him too. Slowly, the gentle kisses feel more real, sharp nails scraping over your cheek, carefully...warm but chapped lips following suit. And then you definitely hear Shigaraki stirring in his sleep, knees digging into the couch while his hands feverishly grip at you, probably trying to ground himself back to slumber.

Too tired to connect the dots, you lovingly tangle your fingers in Shig's hair, trying to soothe him a bit more. You can feel hot lips against yours for a brief second again, and this time you decide to peek, lazily blinking. A few shades of green melt in front of you, halfheartedly rubbing the sleep from your eyes, your vision clears.

Your heart jumps and leaps, and if it wasn't for a finger shushing you, you're sure you would scream, hands flying to your boyfriend to pull him in. His hands hold your face tenderly, nose brushing against yours. Tomu shifts again and you can't keep still anymore, shaking him awake. Shigaraki grunts, opening his eyes, startled from a dream he was having that got cut off abruptly, but suddenly become wide awake when two pairs of lips land on each of his cheeks.

He's off your lap in seconds, jumping and wrapping his legs around Spinner, still dizzy from sleep but he's lucky that two strong hands squish him steady, not letting him fall. You watch with a fond smile, Shig's greedy lips stealing Spinner's mouth, sloppy and sharp tongue messily trying to keep up. Standing up, you look over your occupied boyfriends, letting them have their moment.

Once you put the bags in their place, you're dragged and spun around, scales rubbing against your chin, hot tongue swirling down your neck. You're backed up across the room until your legs bump into the cushion, making you sit. Shigaraki's already pulling you in the center of it, waiting for Spinner to take off his clothes. He's sweaty and he desperately needs a shower, but his hands can't stay away from either of you.

He's crawling between you and Shig, grabbing each of your hands while he shamelessly sniffs and rubs against both of you. Trailing lower, kissing from one body to another, he has both of you laying flat on the bed.

Oh how he missed you, hands feverishly pulling and groping your thighs. Shigaraki is the first to shamelessly spread his legs open, bucking his hips off the bed. Spinner can't keep up, leaving you briefly to bury his nose in the white tuff of hair, smearing the slick across his chin, clawed nails digging into pale legs, spreading them further and further until Tomura squeals. The tip of his nose is soft, rubbing and nudging Tomura's clit, tongue shyly darting out to lick between the glossy folds.

You have to squeeze your thighs together, watching as your green lover tries to keep his eyes open, intoxicated and dazed by the mouthwatering pussy against his face.

His hand blindly reaches between your legs, urging you to spread out for him. Shigaraki's hands are clawing at Spinner's scalp, fingers tangling in traces of purple, pulling and kneading while he pleadingly looks at you.

Spinners fingers dip between your thighs, teasing your clit with his thumb until you finally inch your legs apart. You hear the satisfied moan, his palm cupping your cunt. It's comfortably warm and wet against his hand, making addictive squelchy sounds each time he taps at it. He's working Tomura open with his long tongue, going deeper and deeper until he can feel his muscle straining in his mouth.

Shig whines for you, turning his head so he can steal a kiss. Spinner peeks up, his cocks twitching and straining against the bed while he watches the two of you, flushed and panting into each other's mouth. He has to press on Shigaraki's tummy to keep him still, working him open the only way the poor lizard can. His nails warily scrape over your hole, dipping in and out oh so lightly, just teasing and moving back up to your clit, his fingers now soaked and slimy against the small nub.

He lets off of Shigaraki's cunt with a quiet "plop", wiping his lips on his inner thigh.

His attention is back on you, reaching his hands up to knead and grope at your breasts, slippery fingers pinching your nipples, twisting and pulling gently, the tip of his nails scraping across the sensitive bud.

His hand sinks right into the soft mounds, squeezing them together.

Raggedy tongue pokes the tight muscle of your pussy, sinking nice and deep, swirling around as he gulps down. You taste divine, and he thanks the Lords that neither you nor Shiggy had the time to shower before this, because hell, his taste buds are tingling, saliva pooling from his lips, and he's pushing himself closer and closer.

Pre drips from his cocks, small droplets staining the sheets while he tries not to rut against them too much.

Shigaraki kneels, leaning down to kiss at your tits, Spinner's hands pushing them in his mouth. Your pale skin turns purple, bit by bit until Tomura is satisfied enough, watching you squirm from the nibbles of his teeth. He was always a bit...intense when it came to pressure, biting or scratching a bit too hard, cunt throbbing at the hastily appearing marks. He's kind enough to soothe the tortured skin, especially when every swipe of his tongue makes you arch your back, hands flying to the first thing you can grab. And God he could spend the whole day just munching on your breasts.

His attention is grabbed by a hungry groan, a sharp thrusts rattling the bed. His eyes snap to Spinner's hips, two obviously neglected cocks humping against the mattress. Spinner is too focused, too pussy drunk to even think about himself, and Tomura can't just let your precious boy suffer like that.

He tries his best to reach under Spinner, a careful hand wrapping around one of the dicks. He gasps into your heat, dragging his tongue out for just a moment, slamming it back in with new vigor, Shigaraki's hand speeding up around his length. The angle is weird but just enough to make him see stars, having hands that he could only imagine for the longest time, finally around him.

He reaches one of his hands to rub at your clit, curling his tongue up, the tip of it bumping against the soft patch inside, sending small shocks to your belly. Tomura can't keep his eyes off of both of you, pussy clenching around nothing while he imagines being squished between the two of you.

Finally, Spinner peels away from your cunt, savoring the taste on his tongue, swirling it across his glossy lips before pulling it back in his mouth. Tomura takes the opportunity to push your legs up and lean himself on your chest, hungrily staring at his boyfriend who's hands shake in anticipation.

He waits for you and Shigaraki to settle comfortably before he inches closer, spreading his legs a bit to level better.

You both hold your breaths while he guides his cocks over your holes, stroking them both for a bit before tapping against your pussies. Shigaraki scoffs at the teasing of his tip against his cunt, eagerly swaying his hips to sink himself onto Spinner's cock.

A pair of hands keep him still though, eyes scanning over both of your faces while he nudges another inch in. Tomura can't keep his weight up, dropping his light body over yours fully, legs going weak when the cock seemingly pushes as far as it can go. You huff, body overheating while his pussy kisses yours.

"You can take a bit more, right?" Spinner asks, and before you can really think about it you're both nodding, holding onto eachother while your cunts stretch and pulse around his cocks. The generous few seconds he gives the two of you to adjust are barely enough, his feet digging into the bed as he starts thrusting. It's as slow as he can make himself go, an apologetic look on his face. But he has two beautiful partners spreading their legs wider, bodies moving to meet his.

"Kiss me" Tomura whines and pleads, knuckles now pale from holding onto the sheets. Spinner's top cock is slightly bigger and even tho Tomu and you can take a lot, it's always a struggle to get used to, no matter how much the three of you fuck and switch around. You place your lips on his open mouth, letting him breathe the hot air between you. If there was one thing Spinner craved, it was for a way to kiss both of you at the same time, yet he remained content, watching you while he worked his pace. His touch was always soft, compared to the brutal prods of his cocks that shook the whole bed, finger lazily stroking Tomura's hips or your thighs, sometimes seeking either of your hands.

He would often put Shigaraki's hand behind his back, watching his face mush against your tits, tongue lolled out, overwhelmed tears making his red eyes glow all pretty. Other times he would lay over Tomu, leaning over his shoulder so that he can kiss you, missing how far away you are from him this way. But fuck it doesn't feel far, not with how deep his cock is ramming inside you, balls slapping against your ass, filling the room with a hypnotizing "plaping" noise, sweaty skin bouncing against eachother. By a particularly angled thrust, the sounds the two of you make cause his muscles to tense, head thrown back only slightly, long tongue barely able to stay comfortably in his mouth, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He jolts forward, gripping the fat of your hips, squeezing until he gets enough of a leverage to plow into you, listening to muffled yelps and moans as he nears his high. Shigaraki switches to biting and drooling above your tits, tongue darting to swirl your nipples, soaking pussy rubbing hurriedly over yours.

"That's it, missed your pussies so much, f-fuck...missed you-..." He's rambling, he gets so sweet when he's about to cum, words sending jolts to your heart, making your fingertips tingle. And if Shigaraki wasn't whining already, he is now, a tinted blush on his cheeks, arms weak, trying to keep Spinner buried to the hilt as he can feel the knot untangling in his stomach.

Spinner takes a moment to look down past his abs, staring at a mess of gush and cream on his cock, whispering a soft " 's pretty" that makes Tomura arch his back, cumming on top of you. You follow soon after as runny ropes of hot cum start filling you up, invading the already tight space with the sheer amount your boyfriend has to offer, going on and on until you feel like passing out.

"Ah-hah" itself a sigh of relief, his cocks softening just enough so that they can slip out of both of you, sticky release dripping from Shigaraki's pussy to yours and then adding onto the disaster of the sheets that'll definitely need a few rounds in the washing machine.

Tomura falls to your side, making room for Spinner who crashes in the middle, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"That's it?" both you and Shig say in unison, teasing the poor lizard. He replies with a groan, dicks twitching at the mere suggestion. You're nice enough to spare him, promising a warm bath as soon as your legs decide to obey properly.

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years

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Same Time (4)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Pairing: Changbin x Reader/Minho x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Fucking, Oral (m. & f.), fingering ect. Angst

Word Count: 3.9k

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Both men physically tense up as they eye eachother up. Minho's heart pounds into his ears as Changbin puffs out his chest, trying to seem intimidating to Minho, but it doesn't bother him. Minho sets his shoulders before clearing his throat. "She deserves better than you. She deserves better than being treated like she's nothing."

Changbin laughs. "And better is you?" He sneers.

"Absolutely. I won't keep her hidden, act like I'm embarrassed to be seen with her." Minho scoffs.

"I'm not embarrassed of her.." Changbin says. "She's not going to say yes to you. She's in love with me, it'll always be me." Changbin smiles. "Sure, she went on a date with you, but she'll keep fucking me." He laughs, patting Minho on the shoulder. Minho steps back from Changbin, nodding his head.

"Yeah." Minho smiles. "We'll see about that." He finishes, walking away from the delusional man. Minho knew he had gotten into your head about how badly Changbin was treating you. You were a smart girl, he knew you'd realize your worth and soon you'd be his.

You're dancing through your apartment, listening to music while cleaning. You had spoken to Changbin in a few days and honestly your heart hurt, but you knew you needed to distance yourself from him if you were going to be happy with someone else.

You stop in your tracks, the smile fading from your face as you think about being with someone other than Changbin. As much of a dick as he was, and how dumb he was, you still wanted him. You still hoped that somehow he might love you back.

You knew the likeliness of that was slim to none. He has Hwasa, so he didn't need you anymore. You sigh as you pull out your headphones, not quite feeling like dancing anymore. You were just about to curl into a ball on the couch when your phone began to buzz. Your smile grows, seeing Minho's name flashing across the screen. Quickly you answer it. "Hello?"

"Hey you." He says, you can hear tension in his voice through the speaker.

"You okay?" You ask.

"All good." He laughs. "What are you up to tonight?" He asks. "I want to do something."

"I'm not doing anything." You excitedly say. "What did you have in mind?"

"Something special." He tells you. "I'll pick you up at 8pm."

"See you then." You finish, hanging up the phone. You set it down on the table, realizing that your heart suddenly doesn't feel so empty.

Your doorbell rings at 8pm exactly, and you are ready. You had no idea what he had planned, so you decided to go casual with leggings, a cute top and a cardigan, you left your hair down and applied natural looking makeup.

You open the door and Minho's face immediately lights up when he sees you. "You take my breath away everytime." He sighs, grabbing your hand and kissing it before pulling you from your apartment and leading you down to his car.

"So what's the plan?" You ask, buckling your seatbelt.

"Well, since no one is at the dorm tonight, I set up something." He says, scanning your face for your reaction.

You smile widely, nodding your head in excitement as Minho begins to drive you back to his dorm.

Thirty minutes later you're sitting on the couch in the living room, surrounded by candles, an array of your favorite snacks laid out on the coffee table, with a pile of your favorite movies stacked on the floor.

"Which one first?" He asks, pointing to the pile.

"Gotta start off with zombies." You laugh. "Train to Busan."

Minho grins, pulling it from the pile and putting it in the DVD player. He had a feeling on why you picked this movie, and as it played on and people began getting sick and the action started, his assumptions were correct. You continued to inch closer to him with every scary part of the movie until he had his arm wrapped around you and you were snuggled into his side.

He honestly felt like his heart couldn't take it. He hadn't felt as happy as he did in that exact moment for who knows how long.

After the movie had ended, Minho stuck in the second movie, but you weren't paying too much attention to it. You looked over at Minho who had already been looking at you. You smile, darting your eyes away and then look back at him, who was still looking at you.

"What?" You giggle.

"You're just so beautiful." He sighs, grabbing your chin. Minho closes his eyes, leaning in for a kiss, parting his lips. Before the two of you could kiss the, the door opened and a few of the members walked in, coming back home early, despite saying they wouldn't be back until morning.

It eventually got so crowded that the two of you decided that you would go to your house where you would have much more privacy.

The drive was quiet, your stomach was nervous. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted him to touch you, and you hoped he would make a move tonight.

"So..." You begin, placing your keys on your kitchen table.

"I'm going to do something." He starts. "And if you're uncomfortable, let me know, but I need to do this." He finishes. You both stand there for a few seconds, staring at each other before Minho walks towards you. He reaches his hands out, placing them on either side of your face before leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. You wrap your arms around his waist, falling into the kiss. Slowly the kiss becomes more heated, Minho slips his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with yours.

You had been kissed before, more times than you could count, but this.. you had never been kissed like this before. The passion Minho had for you came out in the way he kissed you, the way he held you and caressed you.

He suddenly pulls away, panting as he tries to catch his breath. You look at him confused, as if you had done something wrong. "I'm sorry." He whispers.

"If I didn't stop I was going to take it further." He explains.

"I want you too." You whisper, looking at him with a seductive smile.

"You're.. ready?" He asks.

You excitedly nod your head as he smiles widely. Without warning he runs towards you, scooping you up and over his shoulder before running off to find your bedroom.

Minho lays you on your bed, while he stands over you just admiring you. "I want you to do whatever you want to me." You say.

He lightly chuckles. "Oh baby. You don't know what you're in for."

Minho runs his hands up your legs, tucking his fingers into the waist of your leggings. He hooks his fingers in, pulling them down, along with your panties. You lift your ass, helping him take them off. He slowly pulls them down, over your thighs, down to your calves, pooling them at your ankles before fully pulling them off. With a smirk on his face, stands up, discarding his shirt and undoing the button to his jeans, pulling them down and leaving them on your floor as he crawls onto your bed. He positions one leg between your legs as he crawls up to you. He runs his hands over your stomach, pushing up your shirt, groaning as it's pushed over your breasts, making them jiggle. He helps you take it off, throwing it behind him as you sit up slightly, letting him unhook your bra, tossing it to the side.

He cups your breasts, leaning his head down, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking gently until the bud hardens in his mouth, running his tongue over it. He releases your nipple, moving over to your other one to do the same thing. You let out small breathy pants as he licks and sucks your nipples, teasing you, making your pussy throb in anticipation. He brings his head closer to you, pressing his lips against yours, deepening the kiss quickly while slipping his tongue into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he moves his hand down your body placing it between your bodies and between your lips, rubbing your throbbing nub.

"Oh." You groan, as your back arches, pushing yourself more into him. You can feel his hard cock pushing against your pelvic bone as he begins to slowly hump you, rubbing his clothed cock against you.

"Just fuck me, please." You beg, bucking your hips. "I want to feel you inside me." You whisper.

"Soon enough." He smirks, moving down your body, until his face is buried between your legs. He spreads your lips, diving in face first, attaching his lips to your clit, sucking while inserting two fingers inside you.

"Oh my god." You groan, as Minho pumps his fingers in and out of you, while licking your clit, teasing you with the tip of his tongue. Your orgasm builds quickly, it's been a few days since you had gotten off, your pussy was begging you to let her cum. You grind yourself against his face and he picks up the pace with his fingers, switching between licking and sucking your clit. You grip the bed sheets as pleasure radiates through your body, the feeling of pure bliss surrounding you. You grab onto a clump of his hair as your orgasm hits, you aggressively grind on his tongue, riding through your high.

"Fuck, Minho." You scream out, jolting upright as you cum all over his face.

You collapse back on the bed, panting as Minho looks up at you, his face glistening with your cum. He crawls up the bed standing up to take off his boxers, throwing them behind him. He kneels beside your face, turning your head to face his large, thick cock staring directly at you in the face.

"Open." He demands. You get on all fours, opening your mouth for him to shove his cock down your throat. You close your mouth around him, sucking as hard as you could, as he kneels there with his hands tucked behind his head.

"Good girl." He groans, watching you slurp on his cock, drool spilling from your mouth. Minho grabs a fistful of hair before he thrusts his cock down your throat making you choke, tears running down your cheeks as he continues to do it.

"That's it. Take that cock." He grunts, thrusting himself into your mouth over and over again. He pulls himself out of your mouth, laying down on the bed. "Ride my face and suck my cock." He grins. You straddle yourself on his face, his tongue already out to lick your pussy again. You bend down, sticking his cock back in your mouth as he sucks and slurps on your clit again. His tongue movements make you forget what you're supposed to be doing as you begin to hump his face.

You swallow his cock again, deepthroating it as far as you can, until he thrusts up, sending it far down your throat again, making him groan onto your pussy. He quickened his pace, making you cum quickly, spilling your juices all over his face. He doesn't bother to clean himself up, instead pushes you off him after you cum, holding your legs up in the air as he lines himself up with your entrance. He grips tightly to your legs, pushing his cock inside you, stretching you out. He immediately begins to pound your pussy, desperately yearning for his own release.

"Fuck." You scream.

"Scream my name." He moans.

"Minho.. oh fuck Minho." You scream, loudly.

He pulls you in closer to him, his thrusts shorter and harder as he grunts loudly, sweat dripping from his forehead. He quickly pulls out of you, pulling you up to your knees, placing you flush against his. He bends down to insert his cock inside you again, pulling your back close to his chest. He thrusts violently as his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly as he moans into your ear.

"You're gonna make me cum." He grunts, squeezing tighter as he shoots his cum into your pussy, filling you up. He pulls out of you, his cock red and throbbing, your pussy dripping in cum.

You both collapse on the bed, your bodies dripping in sweat as you both try to calm your breathing.

"That." Breath. "Was." Breath.

"Amazing." He finishes. You laugh, turning your head to look at him.

"I think I'm going to get a noise complaint.. They're going to know your name now." You giggle.

"You introduced me very well." Minho laughs, struggling to get out of your bed. "Do you mind if I shower?" He asks. "I need to go home, and as much as I love it, I don't want to show up smelling like pussy."

Your face turns bright red as you hide your face under the covers. You wave your hand out, shooing him to go. All you can hear as he walks away is his laughs at your embarrassment. A few minutes later you join him, having some fun in your shower.

Minho doesn't lose his smile the entire drive home the next morning. He replays the sound of you moaning, the sound of you screaming his name as you came all over his cock and his face. Fuck, he was getting hard again just thinking about it. As he walks in the door of the dorm, he sees Changbin sitting on the couch, looking up at him.

"Where were you?" Changbin asks. "You were gone all night."

Minho rolls his eyes, going to walk past but Changbin stands up, blocking Minho's path, Minho takes a deep breath in to try and calm himself before looking Changbin in the eyes. Changbin stood close enough to Minho that he immediately recognized the scent radiating off his body.

It was yours. It was your soap.

The ocean smelling body wash he always loved to use when he showered at your place. He steps back, his face angry. "You were with Ayn?"

"What do you think?" Minho asks, rolling his eyes.

Changbin grips the collar of Minho's shirt, pulling him closer, exposing a few small hickies scattered near his collarbone.

Changbin furrows his brows, asking Minho a question through gritted teeth."Did you fuck her?"

Minho smiles, leaning in closer to Changbin. He whispers in his ear. "Take a guess." Minho laughs. "Of course I did. Do you wanna hear details? How many times she came from my tongue or my dick? Her voice might be a little hoarse when you call her." He smirks. "My name is a little rougher in the throat." He finishes with a wink as fury takes over Changbin. He pushes Minho back, raising his fist, and punching an unsuspecting Minho directly in the face. Minho stumbles back, his hand covering his mouth, shocked. Minho uses his finger to touch his lip, feeling the blood dripping down his face from his split lip.

He laughs manically, as he stands up, looking at the furious Changbin who stands there huffing, his body physically shaking. He charges for Minho again, but this time Minho catches Changbin off guard, hitting him in the side of the face with his fist, causing him to lose his footing, almost falling back.

Changbin stands up, looking at Minho with such disgust and hatred in the moment.

"Maybe I deserved the first one." Minho yells. "But I don't deserve another one for treating her better than you ever have." He spits. A smile spreads across Minho's face as he looks Changbin in the eyes. "I treat her better, which means I probably fuck her better too?"

Changbin charges for Minho again, tackling him to the ground, swinging at his face, trying to get as many punches in as he can. Minho blocks his face before the rest of the members rush into the living room, pulling Changbin off of Minho. Bang Chan holds onto Changbin as Han helps Minho up. Minho let's out a loud laugh. "Look at this. Look at how mad he got because he fucked up a good thing."

"What the hell is going on between the two of you?" Bang Chan yells, looking between the two sweaty, disheveled men.

"He fucked Ayn!" Changbin yells, pointing at Minho. "He knows I'm in love with her!"

"He's pissed that he fucked up with her." Minho yells. "I'm just shooting my shot with a woman who I'm interested in. It's not my fault you don't have any balls to confess to her."

"All this, over a fucking girl?" Bang Chan yells. "Give me your phones and get the fuck out of my sight." He yells.

Changbin and Minho hand over their phones before walking away to their rooms, not saying a word to each other.

Bangchan takes a deep breath, hiding both the boys phones before pulling out his own phone, dialing your number. He sits down on the couch, dreading the fact that he has to make this call to you but he doesn't have a choice. He can't continue to have his members fist fighting over a woman.

You're sitting on the couch, eating snacks and watching a show when your phone rings. You look at the ID and instantly are nervous. Bangchan never calls you, and when he does it is usually with an issue.

"Hello?" You answer, trying to not sound nervous.

"Ayn." Bangchan sighs. "What the fuck are you doing?" He asks.

"I'm sorry?" You say, feeling a little taken aback. You adjust your sitting position, as if that's going to help you hear better.

"With Changbin and Minho. What the fuck are you doing?" He asks, his voice steadily rising. "I cannot have my members fucking fist fighting and attacking each other over some pussy."

"What are you talking about?" You ask, genuinely confused.

"Figure your shit out Ayn before you don't see either of them again." He spits, hanging up the call.

You had absolutely no idea what was happening. Why were they fist fighting over you? What the hell was wrong with Changbin and Minho. You felt so overwhelmed with everything. You had no idea what to do with either situation. You felt like you wanted to disappear, start fresh. With tears brimming in your eyes, you tried to set your phone down, until it rang again.

"Hello?" You whisper.

"Ayn!" Your friend Jessi yells through the speaker. "Bitch! Beach vacation, two weeks. Come on, you gotta join us."

A beach vacation? Away from everyone and everything for two weeks?

"I'm in." You say, clearing your throat. "I'm coming right away. I'm going to pack quickly. Text me the address." You say, hanging up the phone. You jump off the couch, rushing around your room to pack everything you need. Bathing suits, shorts, tank tops, sun hats and you would most definitely make a stop for alcohol on your way out.

As you finished packing, slid on your sandals and grabbed your car keys, your phone rang. Looking at the screen, you were confused about why Felix was calling you. He never called you?

"Felix?" You answer.

"Hey you. It's me." You hear through the speaker. "My phone was taken." Minho says.

You don't say anything.

"Can you come over?" He asks. "It's important. I really need to talk to you." He pleads.

You let out a long breath. "Sure. I'll be there in twenty." You say, hanging up the phone.

Twenty minutes later you were standing inside the dorm with your arms crossed, with Minho standing in front of you, looking extremely nervous. You note the bust lip as you're staring at him.

"I have to ask you something." He begins.

"Minho, I shouldn't be here.. " you whisper.

"Just give me a minute." He pleads. "I want to know if you would be my girlfriend?" He smiles.

Your eyes widened at his question, it hadn't been something you were expecting him to say.

"I don't.. I don't know. I'm not sure if I'm ready for that.." you whisper.

Minho looks offended at your answer. "After everything?" He scoffs. "You're still torn? It's an obvious choice."

"I need to figure out what I want. And I don't know who or what that is."

"I want to be with you." He laughs. "I don't just want you as just some hole to fuck."

"Wow." You scoff.

"I'm leaving. Don't call me." You growl, turning away from him to storm out of the dorm.

How fucking dare he?

You're fighting off tears as you slam the front door, walking down the hall with your head down. You don't see the man walking towards you and he doesn't see you either. You both collide, with you hitting his chest, stumbling back. You look up to apologize, until you see it's Changbin.

"Ayn.." he whispers.

You don't say anything, only try to move past him but he stops you. "You don't have to say anything, just listen to me." He pleads.

What the hell was with them today?

You cross your arms and tap your foot as you wait for him to speak. He lowers his head, scratching the back of his neck before he begins to speak. "I'm in love with you."

Your heart begins to race.

"I acted the way I did because I was terrified of my feelings for you. I was scared that I would ruin things, that you wouldn't feel the same as me. I wasn't sure if I could take that kind of heartbreak.. so instead of hurt you and you will never know how much I regret the things I said and did to you. But I needed you to know, I love you." He breathes.

"Why now? Why are you telling me this now? You've had months to tell me but instead you treated me like garbage. I just can't do this today. I'm sorry, I need to go." You whisper, holding back your tears as you brush by him, running out to your car.

You cry the entire way to the beach house. As soon as you get inside, you collapse into your friends arms, spilling out everything to her.

"Girl, you need a drink and some fresh dick." Jessi laughs. "Get changed and let's go to the beach and get drunk and forget those losers." He exclaims.

"Yes, and yes." You laugh, taking your luggage upstairs to get changed.

Once you were ready, you headed back downstairs, feeling slightly better but the words of both men swam through your head. Minho's asshole comments, Changbin's confession, you were so confused.

"Go to the bar, I'll be right there." Jessi tells you, pointing to the hut on the beach. You make your way over there, grabbing a seat. You order yourself a drink and a few shots, ready to forget for the night.

"This seat taken?" You hear from behind you.

"No, it's free." You sigh, not looking at who you were talking to. You quickly down your drink and your shots, your cheek rest in your palm as you wait for the bartender to come back.

"Hey." The man next to you says. You perk up, looking over there and your jaw almost drops at his smile. "Can I buy you a drink?" He wonders.

You nod your head with a smile on your face as Jessi comes and sits beside you.

She leans over to whisper in your ear. "What better way to get over a man, then to get under a new one."

"Sure." You smile. "I'm Ayn." You say.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful. My name is Wooyoung."

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elysianslove · 4 years

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Hello! Could you maybe write something for sukuna with a dom s/o? He’s so cocky and that just makes me wanna see him put in his place lmaoo

oh my god ❤️👅❤️ also im sorry this is so late hdvjahd im losing track of requests i am so sorry pls forgive me

nsfw under the cut, my loves! <3

━ he’d agreed to this. you desperately want to remind him that, especially with the way he won’t stop glaring at you like you’d committed treason. as you tighten the rope on his wrist, securing his arms to the headboard of the bed and limiting his movements, you lean back, and stick a tongue out at him childishly.

“you do realize you’re only going to make things worse for yourself if you keep squirming,” you point out, and push your hips rougher against his. sukuna huffs, his mouth twisting into a snarl as he continues to glare at you. the first thing you’d done when you’d managed to convince sukuna of this had been to stuff his pretty mouth with your underwear, and he’d fought against it, his canines tearing through some of the fabric. eventually, though, he’d relented, somehow, and fell back against the bed.

wanna see your cute self try, he’d said. you almost want to laugh at where he is now.

you’d considered a blindfold too, but being deprived of his noises was more than enough. besides, you wanted him to watch as you ruined him, picked up apart piece by piece. honestly, you weren’t even planning for anything grand or over the top, nothing that could make him back out should you ask of him of this a second time.

humming to yourself lightly, you drag your nails along his chest, tracing the dark markings, before you reach his nipples. your hands massage his pectorals, your thumbs dancing over his nipples as they harden beneath your featherlight touch. ever so slightly, his chest heaves, and without warning, you grab his nipple between two fingers and squeezing roughly, enough to shoot pain thoroughly through him and have his chest buck up into your touch the tiniest inch. you hum again, nonchalant about what you’d just done, before dipping your head, capturing the hard bud between your lips, before pushing past and encasing it between your teeth, tugging sharply.

sukuna grunts above you, his hips swaying as if to push you off. his arms strain from above him, and it’s not that he’s fighting to let himself free. he’s fighting so he doesn’t accidentally tear through the bindings. it’s another reason you weren’t too wary when sukuna had agreed, because you knew, at any given moment, he could push you away and let himself go. but here he is, succumbing to you, leaving himself as vulnerable as it gets. the idea drives you wild with power.

mouth still latched onto his nipple, you glance up at him, only to find his head thrown back, his jaw tight around the fabric in his mouth. your brows furrow with dissatisfaction, and you unlatch your lips, shuffling up to him to grab his jaw in your hands, roughly shifting his head to have him gaze at you. at the look in your eyes, his own widen, before he frowns deeper and fists his palms. “i want you to watch,” you order him, but he doesn’t listen, urging his chin out of your grasp suddenly and looking away. even rougher than before, you grab his chin again, your nails digging into his cheek as you stare into his eyes. “don’t be a fucking brat,” you spit out. “watch.”

once confirming for yourself that his eyes will remain on you, your mouth finds its way back to his chest. this time, instead of fixating on one single spot, you leave a trail of wet kisses and darkening bruises all along, licking and sucking on wherever you could, especially the areas where his moans went up an octave, like his lower abdomen. finally, you come face to face with his dick, straining hard and proud against his stomach, the tip oozing a steady flow of precum. you give your lips an anticipatory lick, and watch as his hips buck up in excitement, but instead of reaching for his dick, you place open mouthed kisses along his inner thighs, decorating and painting him pink and blue and purple. his grunts are louder now, more desperate and needy, less careful. he bucks his hips up again, and angrily, you sit up, placing your hand directly on his hip, right next to where his throbbing dick lies untouched and twitching.

“stay still,” you sneer, and he growls loudly. a few incoherent noises and words tumble out, but you don’t bother to try and understand, only mesmerized by the way drool has spilled on either side of his face, smeared by his constant movement. his cheeks and chest are flushed, nipples perked up and back slightly arched. he looks so good. lost in a slight daze, you lower yourself again to his dick, and slowly, you grab it. one steady hand grasps it at the base, and sukuna outright whines when he finally feels the pressure, his head thrown back momentarily. until you bring your other hand up to the tip of cock, and graze your fingernails along the weeping slit, the pink of the head so alluring.

sukuna’s eyes widen at the feeling, and he shifts his gaze back to you, watching as your nails and the tips of your fingers dance along the skin of the tip, your other hand occasionally squeezing the base. both your hands are wet and messy with precum, and sukuna, for a humiliating moment, wonders if you were actually capable of making him cum like this. the embarrassment flushes his face even redder, and his hips push against the mattress, trying to get away from your touch.

“isn’t this what you wanted?” you tease, tutting lightly. “for me to touch you?” your grip on his is so firm, no movement shifts you whatsoever. his eyes widen further as the telltale signs of his orgasm approach, and fuck, fuck, fuck he does not want to cum like this. you can hear his chest heaving harshly, the underwear in his mouth completely damp from his spit and drool. he continuously makes shocked and almost scared noises? it makes the heat between your legs strengthen.

you lean forward slightly and press the flat of your tongue against what isn’t being stimulated by your hands, the muscle in your mouth running along the ridges and veins of his cock. you can feel his cock twitch and throb and jump and it’s so beautiful, sukuna’s the most beautiful like this.

you are, however, quick to change your mind about that when, unexpectedly and surprisingly, he cums, thick spurts of it staining the fingers that had been tickling at his tip. it travels weakly down his cock, which remains hard as ever in your right grasp.

with a grin, proud and satisfied eyes meet his, and you see a single tear slip out of his eye. no, he’s much more beautiful like this. absolutely ruined.

end note; got way too carried away rip. but i hope this satisfies some of y’alls fantasies even if it’s a little ooc 😼

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spooderboyandtincan · 3 years

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You’re Gonna Miss Me

(When I’m Gone)

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/ST*RKERS DNI/

~~~~~

Tony doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.

That’s a lie. Utter bullshit. He’s lying to himself. Tony knows exactly why his heart is fluttering in his chest like he’d run a marathon, why his chest struggled to rise like there was twenty pound weight rested on it.

Though to be fair, when he made an anonymous donation of a meager 50,000 dollars to Midtown Science and Technology, he hadn’t expected Peter’s decathlon team to put in a request to the school board to travel abroad, and he definitely hadn’t expected the school to immediately approve it. He thought they’d use it to replace the sudsy water in the bathrooms they called soap with the real stuff or some shit, not whisk his kid away to Vienna for a whole week where Tony couldn’t even hug him, couldn’t protect him.

Peter is thrilled, though. Ecstatic. When he’d broken the news to Tony and May, he’d been over the moon with excitement, his round cheeks flushed pink and his eyes gleaming. Even two weeks ago, Tony had felt a deep sense of apprehension kindling in his chest, but with the date seemingly so far away, he’d pushed it to the back of his mind.

He wishes now that he’d done something. He should have told Peter he couldn’t bear to be without him like he was an actor in a cheesy soap opera (it was true, he couldn’t); tell Peter he needed him on a “mission” that would mysteriously be canceled. Though they’d probably end up taking a plane or a suit to Vienna anyways (despite what he liked to say to Rhodey, he was not at all immune to Peter’s puppy eyes); hell, he should have purposely tripped on the stairs and broken his leg so Peter, sweet, kind, empathetic Peter, would immediately decide to stay by his side where Tony could keep him safe.

He missed Peter when he was at his apartment in fucking Queens, thirty minutes from Stark Tower. He didn’t know how he’d handle having him 4,222 miles away. He didn’t know if he could.

“Damn,” he hisses, pushing himself from his bed with a grunt and making a beeline towards Peter’s room. He dashes in. The sight of his sleeping son (read: lump of blankets) is enough to take his breath away.

Tony had missed him. It had been four hours since he’d tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, and Tony had missed him. Peter was fifteen feet away.

This trip is going to be the death of him. He’s going to drop dead of a goddamn heart attack before Peter even gets on the plane.

Tony sinks carefully onto the mattress and rests his hand on the boy’s neck, some deep, parental instinct in him immediately soothed by the slow, steady beat of his pulse. Peter is curled under the thick blue blanket, only his chestnut curls visible which are tinged blue from the Iron Man nightlight on the wall, his breath puffing out in those little snuffling snores that Tony absolutely adores.

He leans down to kiss his temple, inhales the familiar scent of his favorite strawberry shampoo and is overwhelmed by the wave of infinite love that washes over him. He loves this kid so much it sometimes hurts.

Leaning back, he smooths his thumb over Peter’s cheekbone. He doesn’t want to leave the boy’s side. He doesn’t know if he physically can. Maybe asleep Peter has somehow sensed this, because there’s a small mewl from the bundle of blankets, and two bleary doe eyes flutter open.

“T’ny?”

“Hey,” Tony whispers, running a hand through his curls. “Hey, jellybean. Sorry I woke you up.” Peter rolls over with heavy limbs and rubs his eyes with a fist in a childlike motion, yawning in a way that resembles all those yawning kitten videos he’s made Tony watch.

God, he’s adorable, Tony thinks. His heart is melting. He’s so small, so young. Tony feels an instinctual, almost uncontrollable urge to protect this kid, to wrap him in his arms and keep him from harm for the rest of time.

Peter is oblivious. “‘S… s’okay,” he mumbles. His hand sneaks out of the blankets and tugs on his arm lethargically, which the genius knows is sleepy Peter language for “cuddle with me.” Tony chuckles fondly and slides under the covers.

He props himself up on an elbow and gazes down at his beloved boy, stroking a finger down his cheek. Peter smiles sleepily up at him from his assortment of pillows. “Hi.”

His face splits into a wide grin. “Hi, Pete.”

Peter frowns at him then, a sudden change from his drowsy, half-asleep state. “You… you ‘kay? Wha’ time’s it?” He tries to sit up, but Tony hushes him gently with a “Everything’s okay, bud, just a typical 2am visit from your friendly neighborhood Iron Man.”

He smiles, so Tony counts the joke as a win. It’s not one of his best, but hey, forgive him if he’s a little anxious about his kid going to another fucking continent.

(He refuses to acknowledge that it’s not just being away from Peter that’s stressing him out, it’s the fact that anything could happen to him while they’re apart.)

Tony looks back to Peter, opening his mouth to talk, only to find that he’s completely conked out. He balls up the sleeve of his sweatshirt and wipes the line of drool tracing down the boy’s chin away, finding that a soft smile has formed on his face, the one that only makes its appearance around Peter.

Peter snuggles into him the second he lies down, resting his curly head just over his heart. Tony wraps a protective arm around his back and rubs small circles on his soft blanket hoodie. “G’night,” he whispers, bending to kiss the top of his head. “Sweet dreams, baby. I love you.”

He can feel Peter’s heartbeat thumping steadily against his chest- can hear his soft kitten snores. The warm weight of his body is so comforting that for a moment he thinks that maybe, just maybe, this trip isn’t going to be the end of him. That everything’s going to be okay.

~~~~~

Peter’s starting to regret eating all those waffles for breakfast. He feels shaky all over, like he could collapse or throw up any second. He’d told Tony he was going to pop in the bathroom, but he’s been in there for at least ten minutes, settled back on his heels on the cold, grimy floor of an airport bathroom, trying to breathe properly.

Speaking of Tony, he can hear the man just outside the door, typing on his phone and sipping from a cheap cup of coffee. Peter immediately experiences a hot flash of guilt, realizing that he must have grown worried while he was gone.

Sure enough, the door swings open and there’s a soft knock. “Pete? Everything okay, bud?”

Peter stands up and unlocks the stall. “Tony,” he sniffles, taking an unsteady step forward. Tony rushes forward and gathers him in his arms

“Whoa, hey, hey, you’re okay,” he says gently, rubbing a hand up and down his back. “You’re okay, Pete. Breathe, just breathe, bud. It’s okay.”

“I don’t-” Peter whispers. “I don’t know, Tony, I-I wanna go, but I can’t, I don’t know w-what to do.”

“Breathe, honey. It’s okay, I’m here, we’ll figure this out, okay? You just gotta take a breath, alright?”

Peter tries- fails. Tries again, and manages to gasp a breath in. “Sorry,” he croaks, when he can properly breathe again. “Tony, I-I don’t-”

“It’s okay,” Tony murmurs, squeezing him tight. “Nothing to be sorry for, Pete.” After snatching a paper towel and soaking it in the sink, he runs the scratchy cloth over Peter’s face and kisses his forehead when he’s done. “Okay, bubba. You wanna go back out or stay in here?”

“Out,” he replies without hesitation. The flickering white lights above are starting to give him a headache, not to mention the leaky faucet and the freezing tile floors and the faulty air conditioning. Tony leads him out with an arm around his shoulder and guides him to a little nook, where they both plop down on a neon green beanbag.

“My parents died in a plane crash,” Peter whispers.

Tony squeezes his shoulder. “I know buddy. I’m sorry.” Unlike a lot of the “sorries” Peter has heard, this one is sincere. Sometimes he forgets that Tony is an orphan too.

“I- I mean, logically, I know the plane won’t crash,” he continues, “But I guess it’s still hard for me to believe that. Like a- a gut feeling?”

The man nods in understanding. “I know how you feel, kiddo. I was terrified of cars after my parents died- I took the subway everywhere despite the paparazzi bloodhounds.” Tony doesn’t broach the subject of his parent’s deaths often, especially not in a crowded public airport, so Peter makes sure to pay attention.

“Then, the fear just kinda… vanished.” He wiggles his fingers dramatically. “I started driving without even thinking, didn’t realize I was in a car ‘til I got on the highway. I had to pull over when I did, but since then, I’m perfectly fine with cruisin’ at 80 mph. But,” he says seriously, meeting Peter’s eyes. “I think you should listen to what your gut’s tellin’ you, buddy. It’s important to listen to yourself- what inner you is saying.” He pokes Peter’s belly a couple times for good measure, which makes his face scrunch up adorably.

Peter nods, and really tries to listen to his gut. The pair both go silent in concentration, and then- his stomach grumbles. They both burst into laughter, born more from nerves than hilarity.

“Inner you wants to eat,” Tony snorts. “I think I saw a place with the biggest blueberry muffins of my life by the escalators, wanna stop there?”

Despite eating a huge stack of waffles just hours earlier, Peter wolfs down two of the gigantic blueberry poppyseed muffins, much to the amusement of Tony.

They made their way to the gate, where Peter’s teacher, Mr. Harrington was lounging, dressed in an ugly red sweater, his long legs stretched in front of him.

“Peter!” he cried as he spotted them, scrambling to his feet. “Thank god, I was beginning to think I had the wrong date! We’re leaving today, right?”

“Oh, yeah Mr. Harrington, we’re going today!” Peter laughs. He’s used to dealing with his scatter-brained teacher. “I’m actually here early, the plane’s supposed to leave at 1:00.” He gestures vaguely to the big digital clock over his head reading 11:54 AM, EDT.

Mr. Harrington frowns. “I thought it left at 8 am! You mean I’ve been here for hours in this awful chair when I could have been sipping a piña colada in my jacuzzi?!” He collapses back in his chair and pulls a sleeping mask over his eyes with a sigh.

“Sorry, Mr. Harrington,” Peter chuckles, then pulls Tony to a row of uncomfortable seats in the corner of the waiting area.

They sit in comfortable silence for a bit, just watching the various travellers rush past. A little girl, around two or three, comes up and shyly asks for Tony’s autograph, but no one else recognizes the genius. (Thanks to his foolproof disguise of a baseball cap and scarf covering up his iconic beard, the genius claims.)

“So, what are we thinking?” Tony asks after about half an hour. “Do you wanna go?” He secretly hopes Peter will say no, hopes that they can go home and binge watch all of the Star Trek episodes and fill their bodies with junk.

Peter nods hesitantly. “I think so. I-is that okay? I might change my mind, but- yes. Yeah, I think I want to go.”

Tony squeezes his hand. “Of course it’s okay baby, that’s perfectly fine. If you change your mind, you know what? That’s great too. Whatever you want, that’s what’s important.” He kisses Peter’s forehead and lets his hand linger for a moment where it rests on the boy’s cheek. “If you change your mind at any point, I’ll come pick you up, okay?”

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter breathes, slumping heavily against his side.

“Of course, bud. Anything for my Peter.”

They stop for lunch at a cozy little coffee shop, which is thankfully devoid of fans and paparazzi. Peter orders (or rather, makes Tony order) a small hot chocolate (with extra marshmallows and whipped cream) even though drinking a lot before a non-stop ten hour flight is probably not the best idea. (He can’t help it. He’s nervous.)

When the pair gets back to their gate, they find Ned and his family. The boy’s greet each other enthusiastically, performing their signature handshake, while Tony simply throws up a peace sign to Ned’s rather stunned parents.

The friends pull out their phones -probably playing one of those ghastly animated games that Peter is always quoting. Tony pretends to look busy on his phone, but really, he’s just trying to distract himself from the terrifying fact that he’s not going to see Peter for a week.

Too soon, the speaker crackles, a crisp voice announcing, “Attention. We are now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria. Now boarding flight 367 nonstop to Vienna, Austria.”

Tony’s heart stops. Peter freezes.

No, they think at the same time. Not yet.

Peter turns to Tony, panicked. “Hey,” the man says, pushing away every anxiety, every worry away so he can focus on his kid. He sees Ned approach them, but stop when his father places a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. Breathe, baby, it’s okay.”

“Tony.” Peter wraps his skinny arms around his waist.

“I know, baby, I know.” Tony kisses the top of his head and hugs him close. “Follow my breathing. You’re okay. We’re good.”

Around them, the members of the decathlon team are rising, but Tony and Peter sit in those unforgettable chairs, clutching each other tightly, not yet ready to let go.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Peter whimpers.

“I know kiddo, me too. I’m gonna miss you so much, but I’m always gonna be here, okay? If you need me, just call, or text, use morse code, doesn’t matter. I’m always here for you.”

“I’m here for you too,” Peter says. “I- I’ll call you every day.” Peter’s bottom lip is trembling, just barely, but enough for Tony to hug him a little tighter and kiss his forehead. “I love you, Tony,” he sniffs.

“I love you too, Pete. I love you so much.” Tony’s not crying. He’s not. The restaurant a few stores down is just cooking onions, that’s why his eyes are watering.

Peter pulls away and grabs his duffel bag, taking a step toward the loading dock. Tony tries not to burst into sobs. Stay, his mind whispers. Please stay.

Then Peter turns around, eyes full of tears, and slams straight into Tony’s chest, hugging him so tight he can barely breathe. Tony rocks them back and forth, cherishing everything about his sweet boy. When they finally break apart, Peter says, “I’ll be back before you know it,” echoing what Tony has said to him so many times before he leaves for a business trip.

Then he smiles a watery smile and runs to catch up with his best friend. Just before he disappears into the loading dock, he turns around and waves wildly at Tony.

Tony waves back, grinning. “I love you,” he mouths.

“I love you too!” Peter mouths back, and steps into the dock.

“I love you,” Tony whispers, hastily wiping the dampness from his eyes. “I love you, Peter.”

~~~~~

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myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants · 3 years

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Fiendish Flora

18+ MINORS DNI (I hate that I have to put this, you will be blocked)

Sukuna x Fem!Reader x Yuji Itadori

Warnings: d*bcon, "Sir, sensei, my king", biting, blo*d, clit slapping, chok!ing, Sukuna is a little shit. monster f^cking?

A.N: This is my first Sukuna/Yuji fic and I'm honestly super proud of it! Yuji is over 18 (duh)

“F-fuck you know, you’re gonna get me fired.”

“Oh sweetness, with everything you know” Sukuna licks a hot wet stripe from your drooling hole to your swollen clit. “- they would kill you.”

Ha, he’s not wrong.

The only other person who knows the dirty little secrets of the higher ups is Gojo sensei, but he’s too important for them to kill. You on the other hand are not particularly important, just a foreign exchange student with a gift for wielding curse magic perfect for reconnaissance. When the council asked you to keep a close eye on Yuji Itadori you jumped at the chance to prove yourself as an asset to the school. Not only that, but a large part of you wanted to meet the king of curses and see what he was all about.

A bite to your clit brings you out of your thoughts and you yelp.

“What the fuck?!”

“Did you think I would take kindly to my darling spacing out while I’m graciously servicing her?” He leans up and brings his hand down to smack your clit. “Now that deserves a punishment, don’t you think.” The sadistic glint in his sin red eyes is intoxicating, its potency increased exponentially when his second set roams your exposed body.

“And I just thought of the perfect one.” Your demonic lover sits up from his position, the bottom half of his face covered in your slick and closes his eyes.

You watch him for a moment, a smirk on your face that drops as soon as the markings fade from his skin and the 23-year-old Yuji slumps forward onto you.

You catch him by the shoulders before he can head butt you and move him to lay next to you.

You have got to be fucking kidding me! How am I gonna explain this?

Before you can even think of sneaking out of his room the man wakes up and looks directly at you. “L/N Sensei? What- “

You flinch when he stops talking and look away in shame.

“Are you? Did you? Are you sleeping with him!?”

You don’t answer, what’s the point when you’re in his room, naked and disheveled looking.

“But… he’s a curse… a king of curses… and I thought you didn’t like me.” You turn your face back to him when you hear the hurt in his voice.

“I’m sorry, but I’m sleeping with the demon possessing your body and you’re worried because you think I don’t like you?” Remembering your state of undress, you cross your arms trying to retain some sort of modesty. No wonder Sukuna thought this would be a punishment, what the hell is wrong with this kid?

“Well… yeah! This was my body first, so if you hated me why would you fuck me?”

“For the love of- I don’t hate you Itadori!” You stand and throw your hands up, causing your naked breasts to bounce and effectively captivating Yuji. Noticing his stares, you walk closer and grab his chin, tilting his head to look up at you. “I don’t hate you love, but it’s not very professional of me to be sleeping with the person I’m supposed to be monitoring.”

He sits there for a moment and you are aware of how different he looks from Sukuna, not unattractive, just... different.

“Well, it’s not really professional of you to be sleeping with a demon either Sensei.” Yuji stands up, you try to pull back, but he grabs your hips to keep you in place. “And since that is worse than sleeping with me, I say why not?” Dipping his face down to yours he stops just short of your lips, looking at you for permission. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, tilting your face just a smidge before he crashes his lips against yours.

He growls into the kiss, pulling you closer by the hips to grind his hardening cock against your belly. His kisses are passionate but not nearly as feral as Sukuna’s. He is actually a really good kisser, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and swipe your tongue over his lips.

“Having fun darling?” You both break apart when you hear the voice, a mouth appearing on one of Yuji’s cheeks. “You know brat, this was supposed to be a punishment.”

Your eyes go wide, Yuji glancing at you and smirking before replying. “You’ve been fucking her for months, making me watch and you thought I would hold back?”

Before you can blink you are picked up and tossed onto the bed, letting out a quiet off and trying to sit up. There is a hand on your chest pushing you down and you look up to see Yuji and the mouth on his cheek smiling. It causes a shiver to run up your spine, whether from fear or arousal you honestly have no idea.

“Now it’s my turn.” He hikes your legs up on to his shoulders and looks down at your glistening cunt, licking his lips. “I finally get a fresh taste of this.”

“Itadori, are you su…” One of his hands clasps over your mouth, he doesn’t even look at you before he dives into your pussy, licking it sloppily. You moan and drop your head back, getting lost in the feeling until a tongue dips into your mouth.

“Mmphf!” You grab his hand and pull it away for a second catching a quick look at a mouth with a sharp toothed smile before it is once again attached to your face.

Sukuna’s tongue is long, licking all around the inside of your mouth, even going down your throat till you gag. You tried to pry the hand off your face again but the grip on either side of your face would tighten enough to be painful, so you stopped.

They’re gonna kill me with this.

Itadori’s hand and arm were blocking your view so lean your head back still making out with Sukuna. You move your hands to cup your breast only to have the hand on your face removed and placed on your throat.

Itadori lifts his face, most of it covered in a mix of cum and saliva and shakes his head. “This is a punishment sweetness, so that means you stay still.” The glint in your eyes must have told him that you were gonna say something back; his grip shifts to the side of your throat, stopping with his palm over your pulse and Sukuna bites you. “Behave.”

You flinch at the command, the word spoken through both men, melding their voices into something primal. “Okay, okay! I’ll be good.” You try to nod your head but the bite on your neck, as well as the hand on your throat make it a small movement.

There is a beat of silence before you feel a tongue lathing over your wound, Sukuna had bit hard enough to make you bleed. Not that it was a new experience, the king of curses was a sadistic bastard, but he always made sure you were willing.

I hope Itadori extends the same courtesy.

“Good, now let’s see if I can get this pretty pussy to squirt hmm?” Itadori goes back to eating your pussy, this time a little more controlled, while the hand at your throat drags down to one of your breast. You can feel Sukuna’s sharp teeth catching on the sensitive skin and you whine.

“I know you like my teeth darling, don’t make it sound like you dislike the pain.” The mouth had popped up on the top of the hand to mock you only to go back to the palm and tease your nipple.

“OH fuck. Yuji, if-if you wanna make me squirt you gotta use your fingers.” You speak softly, worried that he will take it the wrong way but he only hums and moves his mouth to drag his fingers through your slick.

“I know, but you taste so good. I only ever got to taste whatever lingered in my mouth when you two were done.” He pouts, his voice deceptively soft and whiney but you know better, especially when he dips two fingers in your tight heat and starts fucking you with them.

You moan, gripping the sheets beneath you in an attempt to not grab his wrist and fuck yourself on his hand.

“It isn’t enough, is it?”

You shake your head “No, more please Yuji.”

He chuckles and starts curling his fingers, it takes a couple tries but eventually he is rewarded with a moan from you. “Oh, is that the spot baby?”

“Yesyesyesyes.”

He speeds up his movements, leaning his head back down to suck on your clit. Sukuna still teasing your nipple with his mouth, nipping at it then sucking on the tender bud.

Your head is swimming, the stimulation of the mouths on your nipple and cunt bringing your orgasm to a head faster than normal. “I’m gonna cum, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.”

Sukuna lifts off your breast, pulling your nipple before he lets it go from between his teeth. “That’s it darling, cum on the kids face. We wanna hear you scream.”

You hear and feel Itadori growl into your cunt, the vibrations hitting your clit and throwing you over the edge. You let out a moan, your thighs closing on Itadori’s head while he continues fingering you. You try to recover from your orgasm, but he doesn’t slow down.

“He wanted to see you squirt, so he isn’t stopping until you do my love.”

You cry out, the overstimulation making your eyes water. “I know. I know, but it’s so much my king.”

You feel Itadori slow down for a moment at your words but quickly picking up the pace again.

“Oh? I think you made someone jealous darling.”

You open your mouth to reply but before any words come out two fingers are shoved into your mouth. You gag on them but quickly recover and close your lips around them, licking and sucking on them on impulse.

You see the mouth on the top of his hand and groan at the smug smile. “Yup, you pissed him off.”

Itadori doesn’t let you forget about him, sucking on your clit hard and pulling his hand out of your cunt to add another finger. He smirks when you scream around his fingers, the sound warbled and drool leaking from the sides of your mouth. It only takes a couple pumps before you are cumming, hard. The force of your orgasm causing your jaw to close on his hand while you coat the other one with cum. He takes his fingers out of your cunt, moving them to rub circles on your clit and watch you squirt.

“So fuckin hot Y/N. I knew you could do it.” He stares in wonder at you, but your eyes are closed, head flopped against the pillows in exhaustion. When you are done cumming he kisses your shaking thighs and moves to lay beside you. Itadori grabs your chin to gently pry your mouth open and remove his fingers. “Almost bit my fingers off though.”

“M’sorry Yuji.”

“She did a good job, wasn’t much of a punishment though.”

“You have three fingers in your cunt, a vacuum on your clit and two fingers in your mouth and tell me if it’s not a punishment.” You open one of your eyes to glare at Sukuna’s, the contrast of his demon ones and Itadori’s human ones is actually somewhat comforting. “I think I died for a second.” You sigh in exhaustion and curl into his chest, your breathing starting to slow as you feel the blackness of sleep roll in.

“Oh no no no sweetness.”

You are rolled onto your back, a very dick pressed against your thigh and your eyes shoot open.

“I still need to feel that cunt wrapped around my dick.”

“And maybe with some… creative thinking.” Itadori leans his head down so Sukuna’s mouth is level with your ear. “We can stuff you with both cocks. How does that sound?”

Oh fuck.

@eyebagsbutglam @doinmybesthere @reinawritesbnha @patchworkpuzzle @officialsukuna

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #sukuna ryomen #yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori #yuji x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna ryomen x reader #ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna #lillith writes #lilliths masterlist #lilliths fics #lillith writes sukuna #testing test test test

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ssneksnekk · 4 years

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Crossmare Boobgrabbing

(NSFW, Nipple sucking, Tit squeezing, Aggressive behavior, Mentions of slut shaming)

Nightmare let out a whine, his entire body tensing before letting out a shaky sigh. “Be gentle, will you? Hell, I gave you an opportunity to touch me. Not rip me apart.” Nightmare grumbled out, averting his cyan eye. Though, the male he was sitting on didn’t seem to register his annoyance as he squeezed and pulled on the, recently inverted but now perked, nipples.

“Sorry…” Cross muttered again. He’d been having to do that every few minutes when Nightmare had to tell him or when he figured in he was in serious pain. But, stars, he couldn’t help it. Killer had really gotten to him this time. It was one thing to say dumb shit to his face but to say such inappropriate things about their Boss behind his back? It made him furious.

Nightmare was not a milf, nor was he a slut or a sex doll. He was a majestic King that had to be treated gently as to not break him for he was fragile. “Ow..! Cross!” Nightmare growled again as Cross accidently let his claws dig into Nightmare’s tits. “Fuck- I’m sorry..” Cross was growing angrier with himself by the second.

“Could you not think about what Killer may have said to you right now? Your anger is only hurting me and it’s not arousing at all. I may have to put you out and you may have to seek help from others, Cross.” Nightmare’s voice was full of annoyance and seriousness, yet still kept the matter short and simple and to the point. Not a way Cross really liked but it was better than being lied to.

“I know, I know, sorry.. I just.. he said some really nasty things and it really got my blood boiling. Especially when it’s perverted about the people I care for.” Cross muttered. Nightmare only rolled his eyes. He adjusted his sharp phalanges on Cross’ shoulders before tilting his head to the side in curiosity. “And what did he say, Cross?”

Cross was quiet, stopping himself from painfully squeezing Nightmare’s chest and instead dramatically groaning. “He talked about you!” Nightmare was taken aback. “Me?” Cross nodded furiously. “Yeah, you! He talked about you like you were some stupid sex toy for the taking! How he wanted to have a turn with you when I was done or something.. Stars, he’s just so… gross!”

Nightmare was quiet before he smirked. That’s what had gotten him so worked up? Oh, Cross, weren’t you a loyal soldier to his king. “How sweet..” Nightmare let his touch linger on the scar of the soldier’s cheek, gently training downwards to his chin and titling his head up slightly to look at Nightmare. “So all of this fuss has been all about me, Cross?” Nightmare felt flattered. He didn’t even care that he’d been in pain just a second ago.

Cross face lit up a purple fury, breath hitching as his and his king’s faces were inches apart, the sweet, apple scent radiating off of Nightmare was intoxicating his senses. “I…” He didn’t even have time to finish before a deep, brooding chuckle left the king. “Fine. I suppose I can grant you at least this much, right? Do what you must.” Cross could only slightly see the faint, cyan blush on Nightmare’s face and that was enough to fuel him.

Cross let Killer’s words flow back through his head and really let himself become aroused and angry. He’d show Killer. He’d show him how only HE could make Nightmare feel good. That only HE could treat him how he wanted. Nightmare was startled as he was picked up and gently thrown onto his bed. His eyesocket slightly widened in surprise at Cross’ sudden surge in dominance.

Cross leaned over, his larger hands pinning Nightmare’s wrists to the bed. His sharp canines easily dug into Nightmare’s neck, bruising the dark bone which made it glow a gentle cyan. His knee pressed in between the king’s legs, stimulating the clothed entrance with ease. “Cross!” Nightmare moaned out, his eye closing tightly.

Cross let go of Nightmare’s wrists, transferring to his large mounds where he squeezed and pulled on aggressively. His slightly, sharp fingers dug into the nipples, making sure to pinch them and rub them in between his fingers as a way of pleasure. Nightmare was into it greatly. Tears formed at his eye from the sensation of pain and pleasure mixing and he couldn’t help but feel he’d cum just from this.

Nightmare fumbled with his pants, trying to get them off as soon as possible to discard them on the floor. Cross chuckled gently and held back a smirk, helping the king with his pants and throwing them somewhere else in his room. He finally had access to his wet core begging for him and he felt himself salivate.

Nightmare could see the perverted look on his face and scoffed in amusement. “Gosh, you may just be worse than Killer.” Cross felt his face turn a bright purple and his brows furrowed, giving a yank on Nightmare’s tits which caused the King to let out a pleasured cry. “Don’t compare me to him.”

Nightmare panted gently, ready for the dominance and the manhandling that he’d get though the shaky smile didn’t leave his face. “Yes sir.” Cross smiled happily at that, the dominant face leaving for a split second before it’d returned. At the sight of the bare king laying down in front of him at his mercy, Cross really couldn’t believe it.

Like, he really couldn’t believe it. He never thought Nightmare would’ve even agreed to letting him touch his chest! It’d been pining for such a long time till only a month ago when Nightmare had spied on his dreams out of pure curiosity and realized the truth. It took a bit of insistence since Nightmare had been afraid of corrupting Cross, though Cross’ desperate attempts to be with the king finally paid off.

“Fuck, Cross.. please, do something! Don’t just stare at me!” Nightmare growled, his face an embarrassed cyan as he adverted his eye. Cross had just been staring at him and it was embarrassing. Though, he’d never admit that. His begging had soon been accepted when Cross took ahold of his large tits, squeezing them with aggression.

Nightmare’s back arched as he felt Cross’ thumbs dig into his perk, plump, nipples. They pressed down on the sensitive buds, making the king cry out. “FUCK! CROSS!” His legs wrapped around Cross’ waist, acting on their own. Cross pressed their teeth together, trapping Nightmare in a deep, messy kiss.

Cross’ tongue tangled with the other’s aggressively, Nightmare barely being able to keep up with him and how fast he was. Where had this attitude even come from? Cross usually was to shy to even touch Nightmare’s hand! Let alone pin him like a wild animal and tease him. The king found it arousing to know he only was able to see this side of Cross.

Nightmare was snapped out of his thoughts as tears blurred his vision and he almost screamed. He looked to his breasts to see Cross’ mouth trapped around one of his nipples, sucking and licking furiously at his right one while his hand was busy playing and pinching on the left nipple.

It made small tears fall from the king’s face out of pleasure and he felt a knot build in his stomach. God, was he really going to cum like this?! “FUCK! CROSS!!” Cross felt a shiver run up his spine from hearing how he called out his name, the erection in his shorts restraining him. He grunted quietly from the restriction of his shorts and growled gently.

Nightmare screamed out in pleasure as he came. His walls clenching around nothing and his clit throbbing. A soft liquid dripped from his entrance and down to his ass and onto his dark, lilac covers. He’d wash it later. Nightmare’s vision was blurry as he panted, sitting up on his elbows to properly look at Cross.

Seeing sight of the hard, throbbing, purple cock that Cross had summoned, Nightmare felt himself drool. His cocky smile came back quickly. With shaky fingers, his spread his sensitive folds for Cross. Cross’ eyes trained on his tight cunt and only that alone as he swallowed wetly. A deep chuckle left the King.

“O-oh.. Cross.” His voice was shaky, yet it still held a dominance in it. He was still in control. “D-don’t tell me you’re backing out now.” Cross scoffed in quiet amusement, lining up his cock with his entrance before roughly pushing in which earned Cross a sweet moan from the King.

“Of course not, Boss. I always finish what I start.”

#Crossmare #InspiredbyCarelessCreativity #GiftforCarelessCreativity #Ihopeyoulikeit!#Idon'townNightmareorCross

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hqbbg · 4 years

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big and bad pt. 2

pairing: matsukawa issei x f!reader

summary: the woods are a dark place.

genre: fantasy

word count: 2.9K

warnings: 18+, dubcon in the beginning, oral (m. receiving), vaginal s3cs, slight size kink, breeding

author’s note: here’s part 2 of my HQHQ server collab! i recommend reading part one so you have plot because otherwise this is just,, pwp LOL anyways, hope you guys enjoy!

part one.

A soft whimper slips past your trembling lips as you feel calloused fingertips slowly trail down the side of your face.

“I already told you, sweetheart: I don’t bite. That is, unless you want me to.” Issei’s lips pull back into a devious grin and you feel your breath hitch. His large hand moves towards your throat and for a moment, you think he’s about to wrap it around but instead continues its trek downwards to follow the line of your collarbone.

“Stop,” you say, but your voice comes out barely above a whisper.

“Hm? I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” he teases as his hand moves closer to the slope of your breast. His elbow is still resting against the tree above your head, supporting a majority of his weight.

“I said, stop,” you repeat yourself, trying to raise your voice. Your hands are shaking at your sides, balled into small fists. You hesitate for a second before lifting them to push him away. He uses the hand that had been hovering your chest to grab your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“Is that how you wanna play?”

You shake your head, struggling to move your arms. The bark of the tree scratches against your skin, though a splinter is not at the top of your list of current concerns.

“Let me go,” you say, trying your best to sound assertive. Hardening your gaze, you try to glare up at him, but he only looks back down at you in amusement.

“What if I don’t want to?” He leans in again and hovers his lips above yours once more.

You open your mouth, but can’t find the words within yourself to respond. He shifts his weight so your wrists are still pinned above your head with one hand while he frees the other one to hold your chin up.

Before you can process what’s happening, he presses his lips against yours and pushes his tongue into your mouth. Another whimper bubbles in your throat and you try to free your wrists, though Issei has no intentions of letting you go.

As he continues his exploration within your mouth, you find yourself responding and feel his lips curve upwards against yours. You’re right where he wants you.

He drops his hand from your chin and moves it back to your breasts, meeting much less resistance than the first time. You hum a soft moan when you feel him give the clothed flesh a firm squeeze, using his thumb to brush over the hardening bud of your nipple.

When he pulls his lips away, you’re breathless and panting, unable to help but lean your head back against the tree behind you for support. Issei begins to kiss his way down your jaw to your neck, leaving a messy trail until he finds the one spot that makes your knees weak. Biting your lip to hold back the moans threatening to slip, you try to turn your head but only give him more access to the newly exposed skin.

“There’s no one out here but us, sweetheart,” he hums against your neck. The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver down your spine and heat straight between your legs. “You can be as loud as you want and no one will hear you.”

You don’t miss the underlying threat, a reminder that you’re trapped and no one will be coming to save you from this.

Too consumed in your own helpless and pitying thoughts, you don’t even realize that Issei’s hand has already traveled further down between your legs until he presses a thick finger against your core.

“Enjoying ourselves, are we?” He pulls back to look at you. You look back up at him, trying hard to suppress any noise trying to fruition in the thick silence around you. However, your efforts are for naught when he presses his finger harder up against your clothed heat, applying pressure as he drags it back towards him.

“Please,” you whimper, unsure of whether you’re begging him to continue or stop. Despite your mind’s blaring alarm, you feel yourself arching your back to press harder against him.

“Someone’s eager,” he says with a teasing lilt to his voice. He brings his finger up and runs it along your bottom lip before shoving the digit into your mouth.

Well, that’s unexpected.

“It’s not going to suck itself,” he says. Your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, meeting his half-lidded, expectant gaze. After another moment, you slowly close your lips around him and swirl your tongue, keeping your eyes locked on his.

He watches you, licking his lips with a dark glint in his eyes. You feel him slowly begin to pull his finger out, only to shove it back into the warmth of your mouth. He hums in approval as he repeats his actions until he seems to get bored. He pulls his finger completely out with a ‘pop!’ and you feel the embarrassment heat your cheeks.

Without giving you much time to dwell on it, he dips his head back down to capture your lips with his own. You respond quickly and continue to press yourself against him as much as you can, ignoring the burn that’s beginning to permeate the muscles of your suspended arms above your head.

Issei takes this time to fumble with your pants, unbuttoning them so he can shove his large hand under the fabric and cup your drooling sex. You gasp and can hardly control your moans when he teases the slit with a calloused finger, dipping it in shallowly to collect some of your essence. With the mixture of your saliva and slick, his fingers squelch as they easily slip in and out of you.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he says against your lips as he continues to maintain a slow and steady pace. At this moment, you want nothing more than to lower your arms and weave your fingers through his hair, put your hands on his broad shoulders for support; anything that’ll keep you grounded.

Your thoughts are interrupted when he begins to pump his fingers faster, effectively stretching you and causing your knees to buckle. In that moment, you’re glad your wrists are being held up because otherwise, you’d be a heap on the forest floor.

“Oh, wait, there was something you wanted from me,” says Issei, pulling his lips away as he slows back down, denying you of the pleasure you find yourself yearning for. Your hands are balled into fists as you try to roll your hips, desperate for more friction.

“Please, Issei,” your voice comes out broken, nearly startling yourself at the dripping desperation. “Stop teasing me.”

“Oh, you want me to stop?” He smirks and you don’t like the coy tone of his voice. Before you can correct yourself, he withdraws his hand completely. He lifts it up between your faces and lazily examines how his fingers glisten under the dim moonlight before looking you in the eyes. “That’s right, you wanted to get out of here, didn’t you?”

You begin to shake your head as you watch him lazily lick his fingers, humming softly at the taste of you on his tongue.

“What a shame,” he says, “but I guess it can’t be helped. If you really want to get out of here, I can lead the way.”

He straightens himself up and you realize just how tall and large he is in comparison to your small frame. He releases your wrists and your arms drop back down to your sides, the blood rushing back all at once to make your fingers tingle. He raises a brow at you, the corner of his lips still tugged upwards, watching you for your next move.

All rational thought seems to flee your mind and you can hardly control your body when you reach for his shirt, pulling him down to kiss him again. He senses your state of hunger and matches your energy, now using both hands to explore your body.

Your hands loosen their grip on his now-wrinkled shirt, sliding down towards the waistband of his pants. When your fingers accidentally graze the tent he’s pitched, you gasp. There’s no way he’s that big.

Issei hardly seems deterred, simply kissing your neck again, though this time is sure to leave marks. Meanwhile, you make quick work to unbutton his pants and tug them down. His thick cock springs to life and you bite your lip in anticipation of what’s to come. Okay, so maybe he is that big.

You lift your hand up to nudge him away from his relentless attack on your neck, using the other one to wrap around his length as much as you can. He pulls away slightly and watches you as you bite your lip in hesitation. You can hardly meet his eyes as you begin to stroke him up and down, using your thumb to spread the leaking precum.

Though his face remains neutral, you hear his breath hitch and feel encouraged to continue. After several more generous strokes, you sink down onto your knees, grateful that you chose to wear long pants that gave your knees some kind of coverage from the coarse and rigid branches littering the ground.

Licking your lips, you take a deep breath. You’re intimidated by his size to say the least, but you’ve come this far and all sense of rational thought is practically out the window. You readjust your grip around him and give the bulbous head a couple experimental kitten licks.

“Fuck,” Issei hisses under his breath as he keeps his eyes focused on you and the way your lips begin to wrap around him.

Similarly to how you’d done with his finger, you swirl your tongue around for a moment before dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock. When you return back to the tip, you decide to take as much of him as you can in your throat, which isn’t as much as you’d personally like it to be.

Slowly but surely, you begin to bob your head and try to take more of him each time you press yourself forward, fighting the urge to gag every time he goes a little too deep. You use one hand to stroke what doesn’t fit in your mouth while the other massages his balls, earning a deep and guttural moan from him.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well,” he coos, using a hand to weave through your hair. When you move to pull away for air, he holds you there and begins to thrust his hips in a shallow pace.

You look up at him with tears beginning to sting your eyes, lungs burning in a silent cry for air. You can feel him hit the back of your throat several times, having to grip his thighs to keep yourself stable and balanced as he continues to fuck into your mouth. Your jaw is beginning to grow sore and you feel lightheaded from the restricted amounts of oxygen you’re given.

When you try to pull away again, he uses both hands to keep you there for a moment and gives one last deep thrust before you tear off of him, coughing and sputtering for air. He watches you with half lidded eyes and a smirk before offering a hand to help you stand. You go ahead and take it, though you’re very aware of the fact that you’d been unable to get him off.

“You could barely handle me in your throat. Do you really think you’ll be able to handle me between your legs in that tight cunt of yours?” Issei raises a brow as he watches you struggle to take off your pants.

“I’m sure you’d like to see me try,” you grumble, though it sounds loud and clear. Issei chuckles darkly as you finally let your pants fall to the ground, stepping out of them. You fail to notice the darker change in his demeanor, as if a switch inside of him has been flipped.

“You’re right about one thing,” he says as he places his hands on your hips. You think he’s about to go in for another kiss, so you’re surprised when he spins you around and pushes your back downwards so you’re bent over for him. “So, let’s see you try.”

A shiver runs down your spine, though you aren’t given much time to think it over as he rubs the tip of his cock between your slick folds. You’re practically dripping for him, clenching around nothing in anticipation. You whimper and reach out, leaning slightly on the tree in front of you.

In the next moment, you’re glad you have some type of support as Issei pushes himself all the way in, effectively stretching you and ripping a loud moan from your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut as he generously gives you a few moments to adjust.

“You’re so tight, sweetheart,” he says, though his voice sounds slightly strained, as if he’s holding back his own moans.

You say nothing in response, simply opting to focus on relaxing your core so that Issei can bottom out within you. When you finally do, he’s quick to continue to push through. Your hands ball into fists as your lips tremble, trying to adjust to him as he goes. When he finally bottoms out, you can feel him practically kissing your cervix, buried so deep inside of you.

“I-Issei, please,” you whimper, trying to turn your head to look back at him.

He humphs in amusement as his hands grip your hips firmly. You expect him to say something, but he simply begins to pull out. Just before his cock completely slips out, he shoves his full length back in and another cry is torn from you as you face forward.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Issei grunts as he snaps his hips repeatedly against yours in slow, deep thrusts. “You just want me to fuck you like the dirty little whore you are, right?”

You can’t find the words to respond, hanging your head as you continue to moan at the view of his cock visibly stretching you. That doesn’t last for long, however, as you feel him grab a handful of your hair and yank hard, forcing you to arch your back. You wince at the sting, though the sensation of pleasure quickly overrides it.

He pulls you further back so you’re pressed up against his chest, allowing him easy access to use his free hand to reach around to begin rubbing your clit. You clench around him, earning a moan from him as he begins to pick up his pace. You lift your own arm and reach behind you, cupping the side of Issei’s face. You turn your head and press your lips against his, feeling yourself unraveling rather quickly.

“I’m close,” you mumble against him, feeling your knees begin to weaken.

In a few swift and fluid movements, you feel Issei pull out completely and you whine at the loss of contact, having been so close to your orgasm. He doesn’t leave you empty for long, simply turning you around and grabbing one of your legs, hooking his arm under it to keep it lifted. You lean up against the tree, watching as he grips the base of his glistening cock before he teases your entrance again.

“Issei,” you whine, growing impatient. “Fuck me.”

The smirk on his face should irk you, but you’re too focused on your own selfish sensation, begging to be filled again. Without sparing you a response, he sheathes himself inside of you and the new angle has him hitting a new spot within your velvet walls.

Your jaw goes slack as he begins a brutal pace, using his thumb to rub your clit in harsh circles. He finds that spongy spot inside of you, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. Gauging your reaction, Issei understands and continues his ministrations to reach the same spot as best he can until you’re clenching down on him and let out a cry of pure ecstasy.

Everything around you seems to flash white and you continue to spasm around him, muscles tensing and toes curling. You feel exhausted already, but what remaining energy you have is being depleted rather quickly; you don’t even have it in you to question what’s happening. Issei doesn’t seem to notice and if he does, he doesn’t show it.

“Fuck,” he grunts lowly as he feels himself hurling towards his own climax.

The last thing you remember is the warm feeling of his seed spilling inside of you until everything goes dark and your body falls limp in his arms.

When you wake, you find yourself in your bedroom. Memories of the events within the forest come flooding back and you jolt up, confused. You look down and see that you’re half naked. Maybe you just got hot in the middle of the night?

Unless everything was just a dream. A surreal, vivid dream.

You tell yourself that and feel only slightly put at ease until you hear a noise from the hall outside your bedroom door. After a moment, the door opens and you feel your blood run cold as you meet familiar gold eyes.

So many questions begin to flood your mind, but only one that passes your lips, “What are you doing here?”

Issei smirks as he walks over to the bed, crawling over you.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, did you, sweetheart?”

#haikyuu #matsukawa x reader #matsukawa issei #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#matsukawa x y/n #mattsun #matsukawa issei x you #mattsun x reader #hrnybbg

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let-love-bleeds-red · 3 years

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Ezekiel reyes x reader

A/N: I’m new to posting/publishing my works so any feedback is welcomed! Maybe will do a part 2?? Depending on you readers. Also don't be shy to ask for more characters or different shows. ☺️

Summary: Ezekiel leaves their romantic partner high and dry as he deals with supposed club business. Y/n feeling quite lonely sends an attention grabbing video to Ez only for his phone to be left behind. After a confusing phone call with Angel, y/n decides she needs to see who Ez has been talking to. When Ez’s past crashes with his future puts Y/n in a bad position, y/n must figure out what’s better for her future and their relationship.

Warnings: Mature language, smut, oral sex, fingering, masturbation, mention of bodily fluids, mention of abuse, angst.

Word count: 3073

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Light shuffling wakes me from a blissful dream. My eyes adjust to the light shining through the window blinds. I rub the sleepiness away and make eye contact with the bare back of Ezekiel Reyes. Shamelessly, I take in every inch and mark of his body, happy that he's mine.

Ez turns around feeling eyes on him. "Like what you see cariña" (darling) the corner of his mouth curves up into a devilish smirk.

I'm sure I'm drooling at this point. Recapturing my composure, I throw a pillow at the back of his head. "It surprises me that your ego is bigger than your head" I retort.

He turns away from the dresser facing me “you didn’t mind my head size when it was between your legs,” a shit eating smile filling his face.

“Ezekiel Reyes!” I scold giggling. Warmth floods my cheeks as I hide underneath the covers. Large hands make they’re way up my legs, kisses trailing close behind them. My breath hitches as his lips make contact to my inner thigh. His teeth nip at certain spots making sure to leave many love bites. My fingers scratch the back of his head leading him further up to where my body most craved. He licks my slit, his focus now on teasing my clit.

A soft moan escapes my lips as my hips involuntarily buck up closer to him. Ez smirks kissing up to my sternum. He looks up to me with mischievous eyes. I pout from the loss of contact, “you just want to get me worked up.”

His hand molds my breast while playing with my nipple, “You look so sexy when you’re frustrated.” His hot tongue connects to my erect nipple sucking and tugging lightly, the other hand not stopping its menstrations. He bites the side of my breast causing loud moans to escape.

My hips grind against his abdomen looking for friction and much needed relief. “Fuck.. Ezekiel” my nails scratch along his shoulders driving him further on. “Please mi corazon” (my heart) I moaned, needing more of him. His hand leaves my breast, sliding down to where I ache the most. Two digits pump in me while his thumb gives attention to my clit. I ride along Ez’s hand getting closer and closer to my climax. His fingers feel like magic, hitting every sensitive part. I’m arching from the immense pressure of pleasure that’s fighting to be released. Just as I’m reaching the edge a ringing freezes Ez’s actions. Ezekiel looks to me, then to his phone across the room on the dresser, then back to me. “Don’t you even think about it,” The need for release takes over my emotional state.

Ez kisses my forehead, “Lo siento mi amor.” (I'm sorry my love) He climbs off of the bed making his way to the dresser and answers his phone. He turns away from me talking low to the person on the receiving end. I don't know if it’s my sexual frustrations or the fact that he’s acting sneaky but something was definitely up. Ez’s hush conversation ends as he rushes to get his clothes on. I sit up worried, “Is something wrong with the club? Is Angel alright? Bishop?” Here I am frustrated since we didn’t finish, yet my Mayan family could need help. Even worse they could be hurt. God I’m so selfish.

“No hermosa, everyone is fine. The club needs me for a run. I can’t say no to them,” He eases my mind. “Rest baby, I’ll be back before you know it.” He kisses my head rubbing the crease on my forehead.

“Be careful, I know it's just a run but things can go bad so quick, so please be careful.” I hug him snuggling my head to his chest hearing his beautiful heart beat.

He rubs my back holding me close, “See you in a few, sleep mi corazon” He takes my face in his large hands planting a soft kiss to my lips. After a brief moment he lets go and grabs his kutte from the corner chair. I hear the door close seconds later and sigh sadly. He just left and I’m missing him like crazy. I’m so whipped. Maybe I should show him how bad I’m missing him.

Grabbing my vibrator from the nightstand drawer, and setting my phone on the stand to catch all my naughty actions. I flip the switch to High on my vibrator moving it along my wet slit. The vibration re-excites my sensitive clit, as I rub it through my folds, lubing it up. My other hand finds my breast playing and tugging my nipple. “Ezekiel I want you so bad baby” I moan imagining his hands, his tongue, his huge thick cock. “I want you fucking every bit of me to pieces.” I rub against the vibrator gathering friction on the bundle of nerves. Feeling tired of waiting for release I thrust the vibrator into me. Not stopping to get used to the size, I thrust it fast in and out of me hitting my g-spot repeatedly. Taking my hand away from my breast I moved it down to my clit rubbing the sensitive bud to push me over the edge. “Fuck! Right there Ezekiel!” I moan arching my back. A split second later the burst of release and pleasure fills my body. I take the vibrator out seeing my cum drip along the sleek tool to the tip as I rub my orgasm out. “Would’ve been better if you were actually here,” I look at the camera. “I miss you, baby. Come home soon. I love you,” I blow a kiss toward the camera and end the recording.

After a long hot shower, I lather myself in lotion and get dressed. Checking how the naughty video looks, I send it to Ez satisfied with the results. A ding sounds from across the room. Investigating where the sound came from leads to Ez’s forgotten phone. For someone with great memory he forgets a lot of stuff. I’ll call Angel to let Ez know.

“Hey princess, you finally wise up and realize I’m the hottest Reyes?” Angel answers.

I roll my eyes laughing, “Sadly you’re mistaken Angel, Philippe will always be number one.”

“I’m gonna tell Ez you said that.”

“What makes you think Ez doesn’t know,” I smirk.

“Gross” he groans is distaste.

“Like your face. Anywho, how did the run go?”

“What run? Everyone is given the day off until the party tonight”

Confusion wracks my brain, “none of you went on a run this morning?”

“Not that I know of. What’s wrong?” He asks worriedly.

“Uh nothing, I just thought Ezekiel was with you and the guys. My mistake, sorry to bother you Angel.”

“You’re no bother princess, let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay thanks Angel, bye.” My heart sinks. Ez lied to me. He actually lied and broke his promise. Why would he do that. It has to be important if he needed to lie to me. Yea that’s it.

I look towards his phone thinking back to who he was talking to earlier. If it wasn’t the club then who? Going against my conscience I look through his messages to see Emily pop up on his recent. The messages showing meet up places on days Ez left early to do club business or met up with his dad. My heart is breaking into pieces. Shattering even more with the lies and betrayal. He knew how I felt about starting this relationship, about the trust issues, and trauma. He knew every part of me yet decided to destroy all that was built between us. Liquid drips onto my arms, I wipe my eyes not realizing the tears pouring. I don’t want to cry. I shouldn’t cry. Not over someone who didn’t truly love me. Yet I cry for the love that I gave him. I cry for being dumb enough to fall so hard for him, for giving my all to him.

~Months prior~

Slowly slipping out of strong arms I reach for my shirt and panties laying across the floor. Trying to be stealthy, I look for my missing shorts. How can someone lose shorts in a trailer?! There’s literally no way it’s too small, but of course my luck. I yelp as I feel myself being pulled back into a warm chest. Ez chuckles beside me, happy to catch me by surprise. “Buenos dias hermosa” (good morning beautiful) He kisses my temple leading more down the curve of my neck.

I hit his firm chest, “You scared me half to death, jerk!” Trying to hold back my smile, but Ezekiel being Ezekiel can see right through it.

His hand frames the side of my face as his thumb lightly trails across my bottom lip. “You weren’t trying to leave without saying goodbye were you?” His brown eyes bore into mine taking in every feature.

Not able to lie to him, “Yes, but only to get to the office before Chucky,” I explain while trying to climb off the bed again only to be pulled back to straddling Ez’s waist. “This is what got us in this situation in the first place, Reyes,” pointing to our current position.

His big hands slowly crawl their way up my bare thighs causing shivers to run up my spine. “You’re too irresistible, and you didn’t seem to mind it. I do remember you begging for more.”

Curse his memory. I hit his chest, ”Not my fault you kept following me around, I felt bad. You were like a lost puppy.” I smile thinking back to the first day we met. “Speaking of memory, where are my shorts?”

A mischievous smirk slips across his lips, “now what do I get if I tell you?” His hand now on my ass, pushing me slightly on his erection.

I jokingly ponder his question, grinding my hips slowly to tease, while tapping my chin in a thinking motion. “Hmm.. Not getting caught by Bishop, nor beaten to death. Oh and possibly get buried in the desert.” His smirk falls off his face. “But knowing Bishop he’ll probably castrate you first,” I grin thinking how protective the Mayan President can be.

He groans, pulling my shorts from behind his pillow. “Take them.”

“You were hiding them!” I laugh pinching his side teasing.

“I didn’t want you leaving,” he taps his finger along my thigh nervously.

“As sweet as that sounds, I don't want your death on my hands if Bishop catches us,” I joke.

“I want Bishop to know,” he states confidently. He sits up having us chest to chest as he watches my features. “I want us to date, be a couple in front of the club, in public. I don't want to hide it,” his hand caresses my face.

“Ezekiel,” I stop his hand. “I can’t do that. I can’t put sheer dumb trust in another person, not with my emotions and body.” Heat fills my chest from the traumatic memories. “I will not put myself in a position to be beaten down and taken advantage of.” Slipping out of his hold, I put my shorts and flats on trying to make a quick exit.

His hand gently wraps around my arm catching my attention. “I don't want you for your beauty and body, you’re so much more than that. You’re so strong and very smart, your humor and wit make you, you.” His arms wrap around my waist pulling me a bit closer to him. “I will never hurt you. I’m not that low life thug. I will never lie to you or make you feel uncomfortable. I respect you so much. Just give me a little trust, I promise you won't regret it,” he begs, his eyes full of love?

A knock on the trailer door interrupts the moment. “It’s Chucky, I brought by coffees for a morning wake up,” he explains happily.

I walk over to the door, opening it coming face to face with Chucky. “Thanks Chucky,” I take the two cups. “Do you mind letting Bishop know that I need to talk with him? He’s gonna wanna know I’m dating his prospect,” I look over to Ez smiling.

“Of course young love is beautiful, I hope to witness it myself one of these days.” Chucky sighs dreamily.

I peck his cheek, “You will Chucky. She’ll be one lucky woman,” I assure him.

Muscled arms snake around my stomach as Ez’s chest warms my back. “Chucky, y/n is gonna be late to clock in. I won't keep her for too long,” he kisses my temple.

“I love you Chucky, thank you!!” I squeal as Ez shuts the door and picks me up kissing me all over the face.

~End of Flashback~

My phone ringing brings me out of my haze. I answer it hearing the one man I didn’t want to contact. “Hey I’m calling from a pay phone, I think I left mine on your dresser. Any way I’ll be by to pick you up for the party tonight in a few minutes.”

I hold back from crying anymore, not wanting to show how hurt I am. “Don't worry about me, I’ll drive over by myself,” trying to keep my voice steady.

“Are you sure the house is on the way.”

On the way from where? Is what kills me. “I’m sure. I’ll see you there, bye.” I hung up before he could get another word in, not able to handle a longer conversation. Grabbing a duffle bag from the closet I pack every belonging of his. Erasing any sign of him from my home. As I fold the last of his shirts, his scent takes me in its embrace. I’m really going to miss him. Holding his shirt to my chest I hug it letting the last of my tears drip away.

After pulling myself together, I toss his stuff in my Jeep and head over to the club house. Chucky opens the gate and greets me. “Lovely night to let loose, huh y/n?”

I can’t help but always feel comfort from Chucky, he’s a true sweetheart. “Indeed Chucky. Make sure you get to enjoy the party a bit too.” I pat his arm before driving into the lot.

Hopping out, I head into the clubhouse to see Bishop playing a card game with Hank and Reaper. I greet the men hugging them one by one, leaving the last to be Bishop. “Can I talk to you in the temple?”

He nods a look of worry flashes across his face, “Of course mija. We’ll be back.” He tells Hank. We walk back to the temple, him taking a seat as I stand. “What’s wrong y/n? Did something happen?” He scopes out my face for any bruise or marks.

“Yes but it's not for you to worry about, Bish. Just letting you know I’ll be in Charming for the next couple of days.”

“Why are you leaving? Did the prospect do something to you?!” He starts to stand up to head toward the door.

I stop him shaking my head, “There is a job opening at the hospital there that I’ve been invited to try out. I think it’s a great opportunity for me since I’m back on my feet.” I explain leaving Ezekiel out of the situation.

“But that’s not the only reason. You look like you’ve been crying. What did the prospect do.” He demands an answer.

“Nothing that deals with the club. He didn’t touch me nor hurt me in any physical way. I can’t deal with being in a relationship, they don’t work well with me.” There’s no point in getting Ez into trouble with the club.

He gets up and embraces me, “If that’s what you want then I can’t stop you. Just make sure you’re doing it for you and not just running away.” He kisses the top of my head.

“I’ll call you when I get to Charming,” I pat his chest. “Please keep this between us, for now?” He nods his head in agreement. “Thank you for everything, El Presidente” I smile leaving him to head back to the Jeep. As I exit the club I come face to face with Ezekiel.

He smiles seeing that it’s me, “There you are hermosa,” he leans down to peck my lips. I step back avoiding the gesture. Confusion washes over him as I step around him to get to my car. He follows close behind, “Hey, wait up!” He grabs my arm only for me to yank away from him. “What’s wrong mi amor?” (my love)

“How was your run?” I steal my voice, staring at his brown orbs.

Worry taking over his emotions, “It was fine, everything went well. I’m okay.”

I scoff shaking my head at his lies. “Here,” pulling his phone out of my pocket and shoves it into his chest. “Emily has been messaging all day.”

Realization flashes through him, “wait baby no it’s not like that!” He tries to grab my hands.

“Don’t touch me. You lost the privilege the moment you decided to lie and sneak around. I don't want any part of your charades.” Tiredness heavy in my voice.

��Let me explain, please,” he pleads. “I didn’t cheat. I only helped her with a business issue,” he explains hurriedly.

“I don't need your explanation nor do I want it, Ezekiel. It’s not fair for you to live in your past, while you tell me to move on from my own. It’s hypocritical of you to think she loves you. Emily is a married woman, she loves Galindo, she’s moved on.” I sigh grabbing his duffle bag of belongings from my car dropping them at his feet. “At least I know I’m not the only stupid one in this relationship.”

“I don't love Emily, I love you, you are my everything. You make everyday worth it. I can’t lose you.”

“The problem, Ezekiel, is I don’t believe you. Your words are just that. Words. No meaning behind them. I’m not gonna give my time and trust to a man who doesn’t respect me. I’m done. It’s over. Don't contact me, don't go to my house.” I rush into the Jeep starting it and backing up out of the lot. The only thought is to drive away and don't look back. If I look, then I know I’ll turn and go back into his arms.

A/N: please feedback and let me know if there should be a part 2

#ezekiel reyes #ezekiel reyes x fem reader #mayans #SOA #ezekiel reyes x reader #smut #SOA SMUT #angst #ezekiel #reyes #angel reyes #mayan mc

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i just want your opinion and possibly even some headcannons about mommy kink tomura— also i am so sorry for sending you this absolute sin of a request, but you write him so well and i’m genuinely curious as to what you think about it

hey there lovely! sorry this took me awhile to answer. as usual, i likely looked a little too hard into it (*/▽＼*)

warnings: hand jobs, nipple play, edging

I do see Tomura having a proclivity for this kink, especially if he is in a long term situation or a relationship where he has a strong level of trust in the other person. Now, I do feel that you would need to, uh, work him into this mindset.

He’s not someone who likes to relinquish control, at least not without good reason. But, if you can work him into a state of vulnerability, oof, I can see him falling into something soft and hazy, especially if you condition him with touch. Or deny him...in this case.

These gentle pets that you give him are a strange sensation for him, something he’s not used to

Yet, there’s something about the way your fingers linger over him

Brushing at his brow and cupping his cheek, running your thumb along his mole, his chin, under the dark circles of his eyes

It’s nice, pleasant and it makes him slide into memories that are fogged and distant

He’s felt someone stroking him like that, someone who loved him so much it makes his heart ache with the remembrance

But this touch is, well, it’s a little more charged

You press to him and kiss at his throat, your fingers still lingering in those innocent caresses

When you begin to pull away he snatches at you, wanting you to keep your hand against him

Don’t...don’t...he can’t say it and he ducks his head, a light blush rising

Awe, you coo, sliding back against him. What do you want, baby? What can I do for you?

He doesn’t want to answer your question, afraid of how he’ll sound. Instead, his jaw juts out and he huffs a deep sigh through his lips

You notice his reticence and your arms wrap around him, ignoring his light stiffing and pulling his head down to your breasts

Tomura grunts but once his brow is pillowed against your soft skin, his annoyance melts and he clings to you

Your shirt is low cut enough for him to kiss and nip at the plush mounds that heave under him and his tongue soon leaves a fine sheen of saliva that makes you shiver and quake

But he’s still unsettled, shaking his head and biting at his chapped lips. There’s something about this that is begging him to seek more. He wants...no...he can’t say it

What’s wrong baby? You ok? You didn’t tell me what you want and I asked so nicely. Tell me love, what can I do for you?

He gulps at your questioning and nuzzles his face deeper, listening for your heartbeat, reassuring himself, steadying himself

You smile at his sudden affection and, while one hand tangles in his soft white waves, your other snakes even lower, stroking against the hardness you find

Tomura ruts into your palm and he dips your shirt and bra down, revealing one succulent, pebbled, nipple and immediately latches onto the bud, sucking and lapping

That feels good baby, you reassure him, holding him close, your free fingers already unbuttoning his pants and slipping his dripping cock out, gliding your hand over him

You keep the pressure up, letting him get comfortable while he suckles at you, his mouth making wet smacking noises as he devours your supple breast

Then, you lift your hand away and he almost whimpers at the loss. Instead, his brow furrows and his lips pout, red eyes flashing up at you

Why did you stop? he says, accusingly and longingly, all in the same breath

Oh? What does my handsome baby want me to do? Come on, don’t look away, tell me

I-I I want you to keep jerking me off, he grumbles, clearly displeased but also thrumming with some other energy. He’s so close to telling you, so, so close that you hate making him suffer. But it won’t be for much longer

You pull away from him, pretending to be unimpressed. Mmm, you can do better than that. Come on, Tomura, tell me what you want mommy to do to you

He flushes at the utterance of the word ‘mommy,’ his eyes wide and his mouth falling open

I’m...I-I’m not gonna call you that...he begins, but quiets when you drift further away, sliding him off of your lap

Is that so? Well, now you’ve hurt my feelings

Sensing that you’re about to slip from him entirely, his arms latch around you, nestling back against your downy breast, burying his face from view, his breaths hot and damp against you

So shy my love. Let me take care of you. I’ll make it all better, I promise

Tomura groans at your declaration, his shaking lips pressing chaste kisses around your areola, lingering around the puffy tip

Just say the word, you remind him, your hand ghosting over his straining cock, making him thrust toward your warmth. Just say the word and I’ll make that ache go away. It looks like it hurts baby. Let me take it away for you

I...I want...

He can’t string his words together and he’s beginning to drool again, his tongue thick in his mouth, unable to contain his wanton urges, his lips too clumsy to even suckle anymore

Baby? Don’t hurt yourself. Please, please, just let me take care of you. I want to, so badly. Look at how much you need me, my handsome boy. Come on...let me touch you baby. Ask me my love. I want to help you. Mommy wants to make you feel good

M...m-mommy...please...he growls, four fingers rising to squeeze under your rips, forcing the words through gritted teeth

There he is. Such a good boy, you smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead and stroking your hand down his throbbing cock, moaning as his precum slicks along your palm

Tomura almost arches off the bed and he starts to murmur other wants against your dampened skin

Mommy, let me cum

I’ll be good, so good

Can I touch you mommy?

I think you’re wet for me. You want me too, right?

Mommy?

Don’t you want me?

Poor Tomura, he just wants some love 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。 Long story short. Yeah, he likely has one. But, he’s not just gonna tell you that

#asks #answered asks #pal muses #on tomura and his neediness #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #mommy kink

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