#saint dymphna’s kinktober

[chiwhorei]

cherry popsicle

pairing: t. amajiki x gn!reader

genre: drabble, smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 666 (i didn’t do this on purpose but wow am i happy with that)

warnings: foodplay, dry humping

a/n: woo! kinktober is here! i’m so excited to spend this month with all of my fellow sinners. this is my sweet, teasing foreplay into what the rest of the month has in store.

hymn: sugar by: maroon 5

kinktober 2020 - foodplay

With September now in the rear view, Tamaki decides, emphatically, that Japan has no business being as hot as it currently is. But with the final bits of summer weather hanging on to fraying thread, there are a few benefits.

“Bunny, maintenance just called, they should be able to come up and look at the AC in a few hours.” Tamaki pulls his dark blue hair into a tie, growing annoyed with the way it falls on his neck. The attempt to cool down is in vain, neck splotching red-hot when your form comes into view.

The first benefit of a busted air conditioner is your body in nothing but a tank top and a baggy pair of his boxers. The sight of fabric bunching at the hip and hanging low has blood rushing to his cock. His eyes trail up slowly and are met with the second benefit.

A sticky, cherry popsicle sitting between your lips.

“Tama, baby, are you okay?” You cock your head in question to his stiff posture and nervous eyes. His lithe fingers tap against his sides in quiet contemplation, slurping sounds coming from your mouth fuels an already burning heat nestled in his chest. The rosiness on Tamaki’s cheeks makes it quite clear where his thoughts have traveled.

Tamaki falls into the couch and you draw towards him, free hand moving through the escaping hair in front of his eyes to tuck behind his pointed ear. Years of familiarity brings his hands to wrap around your waist with ease, pulling you closer into his side. Even if Tamaki stands on shaking branches around most, you have the distinct pleasure of seeing a very different man. In the comforting walls of the currently unbearably hot apartment, Tamaki can be strong, steady, bold.

Your lips are stained with cherry syrup, quirking up on the sides with a devilish intent. You push the popsicle past parted lips down to the base, eyes locking your lover captive as you withdraw it slowly.

“Do you,” your voice is dripping like the treat in your hand, “want to take a lick?”

Tamaki’s pupils blow wide, knowing what your words are meant to infer. You meet his stare with a familiar, reassuring look. The one he searches for when nerves become louder in his head than reason.

After finding the permissions he needs, he laves a hot stripe to the melted syrup on your hand before taking the popsicle in his own mouth. His eyes roll backwards, mouth releasing with a pop.

“You’re a messy little thing, Bunny.” Tamaki brings his now cool lips to the shell of your ear, sending a chatter to your teeth. He takes a hold of the cherry treat as you straddle his lap. Lust drives his movements bolder, pressing the weeping popsicle to your neck and sliding downwards to the exposed skin of your chest. He replaces the cool feeling of ice with his tongue once again. As Tamaki laps up the flavor of sweat and artificial fruit from your collarbone, your hips grind down into his crotch in response.

The dark haired man moves his clean hand to push up your tank top and you take his wordless direction, peeling it off of your burning skin.

From your position seated on top of him, Tamaki is eye level with your hardened nipples. He knows your body just as well as his own, he knows just how to take advantage of how sensitive you become.

When cold, wet lips meet your nipple you grind even more desperately into Tamaki. He groans at the friction on his clothed cock, aching to be inside. But he’s enjoying the sugar-coated power trip he’s currently on far too much to quit.

“You need to stay still, Bunny,” he uses one strong hand to keep you steady, the other painting a line of sweet cherry syrup from your neck to your left nipple.

“Stay still and I'll make sure to treat you.”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[chiwhorei]

vanilla

pairing: k. sugawara x fem!reader x t. kageyama

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 1.5k

warnings: oral, a little degradation, hair pulling, dom!suga, threesome

a/n: hey! i’m here with some more very late content because i have never been able to follow a schedule successfully in my life. kinktober was set out to be a challenge for me to stretch my writing and practice on characters i haven’t yet explored, but it started becoming hard to even think about my own writing. anyway, i’m exhausted and didn’t add the taglist because i really need to go to bed.

hymn: doves in the wind (ft. kendrick lamar) by sza

kinktober 2020 - threesome (m/f/m)

Sugawara Koushi loves to find joy in the simple things. A crisp autumn morning, and the smell of freshly washed bed sheets. He appreciates the first scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, and the sound of your yoga mat rolled out onto the hardwood floor in the morning with the sweet, domestic promise of another day together.

Your boyfriend always ensures he keeps a spritely, positive attitude no matter his surroundings, even with one hand wrapped into your hair and tugging down. Your eyes meet his above you, Suga’s blown wide in a certain sadistic gleam.

“Well, my dear Tobio-chan,” Suga shifts to his junior, the tall brunette sweating bullets next to him, “is she all you’ve ever dreamed of?”

Your knees protest at the hardwood below you but you remain still, waiting for the next instruction from Koushi as he pets at your hair with care. The pair stand at the foot of yours and Suga’s bed, looking down at your form. The pretty blue dress Koushi picked out for you is bunched up dangerously high on your thighs. Your eyes are glossy, pupils blown wide and reading anticipatory desire for what your boyfriend has planned.

Nervous isn’t nearly a strong enough word to use right now. Kageyama finds a certain buzzing joy from nerves before a big game, synapsis soaked in eagerness when he throws up his first serve. Kageyama isn’t nervous, he’s been dipped in terror and rolled in a thick layer of lust like he’s never felt before.

He has no idea how the night's events led him to the apartment of his old volleyball club teammate and manager. There were whispers shared between you and Suga, purposefully just out of earshot so that Kageyama could only hear every few words or an occasional sentence.

“I think it’s an offer he couldn’t refuse. He’s been pining for you since his first year of High School.” Kageyama’s ears burn red hot with the knowledge you are talking about him. Your giggle bounces past his ears like a siren, looking at your boyfriend with less shock than would be assumed given the context.

“I don’t know Kou, if you think he can handle it..”

“Did you hear what she said, Tobio?” Sugawara’s voice brings him back to his current predicament, looking down to see your face positioned right in front of his hard, clothed cock. You wear a beautiful smile, one Kageyama has kept filed in the recesses of his mind for the last 6 years, never fully able to let the image of you fall away. “It was just a stupid crush.” He would say to himself like a penance, while stroking his cock to the memory of you bending over to pick up a stray volleyball or helping him wrap up a busted finger. The way you lightly kissed his bandage for “luck” miraculously always made him need to get patched up more often.

“I want to see your pretty cock, Tobio-kun.” The tone of your voice makes his knees weak, sin seeping off of the last syllable, He’s pictured you in this position a million times before, but actually seeing your lips lightly ghosting over his zipper is not something he thought would actually happen to him in this lifetime. Your hot breath fans over his crotch, shiny lip gloss threatening to stain his dress slacks.

His mind is working faster than his hands, causing an impatient groan from Sugawara. Your boyfriend places a slender hand on the taller man’s shoulder, urging him into action. Kageyama unbuttons his pants with shaky hands, pulling out his length and he can almost feel your bottom lip touch him. Your mouth turns up at the corners again at the sight. You were right, his cock is long and pleasantly thick with a throbbing pink tip.

“So pretty.”

“Go on, doll, show Tobio what your dirty little mouth can do.” Suga’s hand is pulling the back of your hair again, meeting your awaiting mouth to Kageyama’s weeping head. Your tongue shoots out to swirl around his tip, the hot muscle stealing a low grunt from the stoic pro athlete. Deciding that Kageyama has dealt with enough teasing, you take him into your mouth with care, placing your hands on his thighs to keep balance. A resounding fuck echoes off of the apartment walls when your nose brushes his pelvis. You’re gagging around his impressive length, the ache in your throat is dizzying with your boyfriend keeping you pressed to the hilt.

“What an obedient girl you are, y/n. You’ve always been such a people pleaser.” Sugawara muses at you, his praise making your throat relax to accommodate the obstruction. As you begin to bob your head, Kageyama’s hands shoot behind him for purchase on the bed frame. His teeth are grinding down painfully as you work his cock. Your moans reverberate around him, his head wants to fall back but Kageyama wills himself to keep his eyes on you, lest he misses a second of his most debauched fantasies coming to life.

“Her mouth is down right sinful,” Sugawara pulls you off of Kageyama’s dick with a salacious, wet pop, “but her tight little cunt is even better.” The sentence is suspended in the air momentarily before hitting the brunette like a truck. You’re lifted to your feet by Suga’s hand still wrapped in your hair, you scramble to steady yourself with weak hands fisting the front of your boyfriend's shirt. He holds you for a moment, pulling you into a messy kiss that has you melting into his embrace. Koushi holds a cloying charm with each peck to your pre-stained lips, but quickly spins you around to shove you towards Kageyama again. He grabs your elbows to keep you upright, peering down at your dazed expression with curiosity.

You lurch forward, pulling Kageyama down to meet your lips for the first time by his dark brown locks. His mouth is frozen for a moment before opening up to your welcoming tongue. He could get lost in your peach flavored kiss, hands finding your hips and gripping tightly. Suga’s laugh throws him out of the intoxicating reverie as the older man pulls you to press against his chest. Deft fingers pull down the zipper of your tight dress before brushing off the thin straps to expose your bare breasts and lace panties.

Suga traces his thin fingers across the curve of your tits, down your hips to find a home hooked in the last semblance of modesty you have left. The silver-haired man puts his chin on your shoulder and smiles brightly.

“You’ve always been sweet on my y/n, Tobio-chan. You used to follow her around like a lost little puppy, it was so cute.” Suga pushes his hand down the front of your panites, shoving two fingers into your dripping pussy without warning, your head rolls back into the juncture of his neck as he begins to stretch you out. “Sometimes, I have her put on that cute uniform skirt and walk around with my cum leaking out of her tight little cunny.” The sound of your perversely sweet lover talking about you like you aren’t there ignites a new wave of desire in your abdomen. He continues pumping his digits into you harshly, eliciting a depraved squelching from your pussy.

“She’s drooling all over my fingers Tobio, I bet you want to feel how she’s clenching, don’t you?” Suga’s sadistic side is not something surprising to you, but shocks Kageyama to the core, barely able to nod dumbly in response. Sugawara tsks him, clicking his tongue with gleaming humor. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me how you want my sweet girlfriend bouncing on your cock.”

Kageyama’s words catch in his throat, but tumble out as your whimpering intensifies. “Please, I- let me fuck your girlfriend, Suga.” His plea is timid and almost robotic, but pleases Suga enough for him to rip the soaking underwear down your shaky legs. You’re now completely naked in front of both mostly clothed men. Your boyfriend has always enjoyed a nuanced power imbalance.

Kageyama sits down on the edge of your bed, stroking his cock slowly as you’re dragged towards him. You shuffle onto his lap with little grace, grabbing at Kageyama’s strong bicep so that you don’t tip over. He feels your hot cunt inches away from where he’s always wanted you. The culmination of years of helpless pining for the one thing he could never get is dissolving around him. Suga wraps his hand around your neck from behind, craning it up so that you meet his eyes. “You’re my good girl, right?” You nod furiously, desperate to gain permission to lower yourself onto the thick cock in front of you. Your eyes glaze over in lust as Suga’s thumb rubs your cheek.

“Put on a good show for me, doll.” You hear your sweet, unassuming boyfriend’s voice like dripping syrup. Koushi always finds pleasure in the most interesting places, one of them being the shared look of bliss as your velvety pussy hugs tightly onto his former underclassman.

No one would guess, but Sugawara Koushi is anything but vanilla.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[chiwhorei]

ctrl

paring: h. shinsou x fem!reader

genre: smut, dark content, 18+ minors dni

word count: 1.4k

warnings: noncon, coercion, mind control, inappropriate use of a quirk, choking, a smidge of dacryphilia, a little degradation, mentions of a strip club, reader is an exotic dancer

a/n: so this is only day four five of kinktober and i’m already late. truly, not surprised but still sorry. i would rather finish pieces that i am proud of than just posting something within the barriers of a 24 hour period that i don’t like.

hymn: irl (ft. prelow ) by dsny

kinktober 2020 - noncon

It’s no secret that Shinsou Hitoshi is an exceptional hero. Passing him on his patrol, you’ll be met with a sweet smile and wave. He keeps Toyko safe and secure with a certain Kennedy-like charm. But Shinsou has a secret predilection he would rather keep from the general public. A vice he likes to let out at a dusty, rundown strip club on the unsavory side of town. A vice he likes to unleash onto you.

“Come on now kitten, I know you want to make me happy.” His voice rings from behind you, that familiar, rough tone makes every hair stand on end like exposed wires. The club is empty and sad for a Friday night, exactly the atmosphere that attracts the presence of a certain pro-hero. You want to tell the violet haired casanova to fuck off, but you know much better than that.

“What’s the matter, princess? Cat gotcha tongue?” He tuts, wrapping deft fingers around your arm. You’ve heard this song before, and you don’t want to dance. His grip is bruising, turning you around to face him.

“There’s my sweet girl. See, how hard was that?” His questions are always specifically grating, and you know it’s purposeful. You glare at Shinsou as best you can through the dimmed lights, pulling your arms from his hold. He laughs at the show, amused at the fight you always put up.

Shinsou pulls you forward by your hips and you stumble into his chest. He reaches behind you to grope your ass roughly. You’re smart enough not to let the sounds bubbling up in the back of your throat actually escape.

“You always wear the cutest little outfits when I come around. Did you pick out these panties just for me?” He asks, skimming his fingers across the purple lace on your hip, snapping it against your skin. Trying to walk away is pointless, and Shinsou revels at the knowledge that you aren’t going to get a chance to escape. All he has to do now, is get you to answer him.

“I don’t know why we play this little game of petulance every time. You know how tonight is going to end.” Shinsou’s head dips right by your ear, brushing his lips against the shell. The fingers skimming your ass move to flit against your pussy, making your head fall onto his chest, you fist the fabric of his crisp dress shirt. It’s pathetic how easily he can get you. Every fucking time. The few patrons of the club around you are either ignoring the two of you, or enjoying the show. No one is going to stop Shinsou, no one ever does.

“You always cream so pretty for me when you let me take control. Just say the word darling, and I’ll take care of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His words drip onto you like syrup, sounding sweet in a way that makes teeth rot. As Shinsou’s digits press against your core, an unfortunate, pitchy moan rips from within you.

Damnit.

You can hear Shinsou’s laugh like he’s submerged you in water. The world around is both the most silent and the most loud in these moments. This feeling, his quirk wrapped around you, a blanket of stiff wool. It’s familiar, it’s terrifying and comforting. You can feel everything acutely, the stroke of his hand on your cheek, brushing away the tears that have started to escape.

“No need to cry, kitten. We’re gonna have some fun. Follow me.” His command has your feet moving, you can see your hand in his in front of you, but everything is detached and foggy.

Shinsou likes the private room at the very end of the hallway, second to last door on the left. Every time. He directs you inside and sits on the plush couch. You stand in front of him with glassy eyes. So beautiful, so tame.

“You know what comes next, kitten. Take off the bra and panties. Slowly.” He says, unbuttoning his pants to release his already throbbing cock. As you drop the offending lace garments, lavendar in color and frilly, in your cloudy vision you see Shinsou stroking himself. He’s not one to waste time.

“Come here, princess. Take a seat.” Shisou pats his leg, reaching out to grab your hand, steadying you as you climb on top of his thighs clumsily. He places your palms against his chest to keep your rigid form balanced. His cock is upright against his abdomen, centimeters from your cunt. He likes you best this way, completely naked and drooling on his pant leg.

“You always put up the cutest little fight, but here you are making a mess that I’m going to have to clean up.” One hand holds your hip, thumbing circles into the soft flesh while the other moves towards your pussy. Your violet-haired captor crooks his middle finger in between your folds, teasing your lips before moving up to your clit, pinching harshly. The feeling would make your hips buck if you had any autonomy. Shinsou rubs melodic circles into the bundle of nerves, igniting your body in frozen fire. There’s no way to shy away from his touch, he is holding your hand over an open flame with no ability to jolt away from the burn.

Two of his long, thin fingers push into your tight, uninviting walls with an ease that makes your blood boil. It’s infuriating how good he is at this, and it’s even more infuriating how your body reacts. Because it feels so good.

Shinsou pulls his fingers out to examine, strings of your slick covering his digits and reflecting off of the reddened lights of the private room.

“Such a sloppy little cunny you have.” He says, rubbing his fingers together, “Here, have a taste baby. Open your mouth.” You head his command, opening wide so he can shove your own arousal past your lips.

“Go on kitten, suck.” As you swallow around the obstruction, Shinsou pulls you up by the ass to angle himself at your puffy entrance. He pulls your hips to crash downwards, fully burying his impressive length inside. Your pussy tightens at the intrusion, and you would scream if you had ownership of your voice. It hurts, it always does. But the lines of pain and pleasure are just as foggy as your mind.

Always the generous lover, Shinsou gives you a moment to adjust before he begins rutting into you. His fingers still find a home in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue so that spit pools and escapes onto your chin. You gag around him, the feeling of being so full makes you clench around his shaft. His pace becomes relentless, putting both hands to your hips to bounce your body against him harshly. His head rolls back in pleasure, twitching at the feeling of your helpless, conquered body snug around his cock. You can feel that familiar tension in your belly. Another stolen orgasm crawling up your throat and coating your tongue.

Just as the first wave of pleasure is creeping around you, your head comes up from underwater. You can move again, you feel the fog evaporate around you only to be replaced with the feeling of Shinsou’s hand wrapped around your neck. He administers pressure to your throat and you can’t help your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You’re no longer at the behest of the pro-hero’s quirk, but there’s still no sovereignty. Not with the chasing feeling of release on your doorstep.

“Be a good girl for me and cum, I know you want to.” Before you realize it, your hips are grinding down desperately. The coil wrapping tightly through every muscle-fibre snaps, propelling your body into a type of bliss that feels like drug-use. You pulsate around Shinsou, milking his own orgasm to follow closely with a resounding wail of your name. He releases into your swollen cunt in thick spurts as you ride out your own, sick high.

Exhausted, your body falls slack in Shinsou’s arms, body slick with sweat and tears, wetting Shinsou’s shirt under you. He holds your shaking body tightly to his own, breathing slowly returning to normal.

“See? I told you I would take care of you, kitten.”

You want to bang your weak fits against him, you want to protest, argue, scream. But you can’t, because he’s right.

Shinsou is always right.

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[chiwhorei]

rings

pairing: a. azumane x fem!punk!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of alcohol, oral (male receiving), reader has piercings

a/n: woof, this one got a little out of hand and might not be that great, but asahi deserves more content damnit. anyway, day 2 is coming out late but it’s still oct. 2 so i am taking that as a win.

hymn: end up here by 5sos okay i’m not sorry

kinktober 2020 - piercings

“Suga. Who the fuck is that?” You throw your hand to the gray-haired man’s chest and he scoffs at the dramatics. “That’s a friend of mine and Daichi’s. He’s kinda shy so don’t scare him. He’s not used to you like the rest of us are.”

“Scare him?” You scoff, taking a sip from the plastic cup in your hands, “I’m going to eat him alive.”

The rhythmic thumping of music mixes with Asahi’s unsteady heartbeat. His large hand in yours shaking slighting from the buzz of adrenaline. Stone sober in a sea of drunken, sweaty bodies but Asahi feels the most intoxicated he’s ever been.

He can’t remember how the night’s events took this turn. You two had been suffocating in sexual tension for hours, inching your bodies closer together. Every sparring look or fleeting touch pulled him in until Suga looked at you over the rim of his red solo cup.

“Jesus, can you two get a room?”

Asahi tried to laugh off his friend's intonation, as you had just met, but you simply stood from your spot next to him and held out your hand. He’s never been one to act so reckless, but something about you made him follow. Was it the way your laugh could pull his attention from a wildfire? Was it your head rolling to the side and resting on his shoulder like you had known each other for years?

Or was it the shiny, silver lip ring you pull between your teeth?

You walk in front with a kind of confidence that is both welcoming and eclipsing, leading him through a maze of hallways as he stumbles to keep up. You seem to contemplate every door before stopping in your tracks, turning around in a flash to pull him inside an empty bedroom.

“Finally,” you groan in relief, “it was getting a little crowded out there, don’t you think?” The tone of your voice is sticky around the edges, dripping past your lips as you stroll towards him. Asahi’s back presses against the closed door, trapped between it and your body. You lift up to your toes to meet his face as best you can, snaking your hands around his neck to pull him down. With a tall, muscular frame and rough features, anyone would assume that Asahi is the predator. They would be sorely mistaken. In this little dance, he is your prey.

Your face inches towards his, the scent of cherry chapstick and minty gum filling the closing space between lips. Since you came into view earlier in the night, Asahi has only been able to think of the cool metal pierced in your lip against his own.

“Do you like what you see, Azumane?” you flick the lip ring with the tip of your tongue, eliciting a whimper from the brunette. As your mouth curls around his family name, he sees the tiny silver ball in the middle of your tongue.

“I, um, Asahi, call me Asahi.” He tries to steady himself but all reason is escaping him. You’re so close now, he can practically taste you. He can’t help the begging in his eyes, he needs you to do something, anything.

Leaning into his toned chest, breasts pressed to his muscle, he thinks that you are finally going to kiss him. But you’re not done having your fun.

You take his quivering bottom lip between your teeth and tug lightly with a devious growl before pulling him down to you by his hair. His lips work on their own, needing to kiss you like it’s air to breathe. Needing to feel the cool metal dangling in front of him like a carrot on a string.

His hands find purchase at your hips, legs feeling weaker as moments pass and lust consumes him. Your tongue drags across his, the ring in your mouth a new, welcome sensation.

“You’re an eager one, huh? I like it.” You pull your handsome new friend to the awaiting bed, sitting him down on the edge and wasting no time crawling on top of his built thighs.

You meet his lips again, and this time Asahi is far less careful. He’s drunk off of your energy, bathing in the feeling you’re giving him. His hands explore your body, gripping your ass with hardened resolve when you squeal in pleasure. Asahi feels the silver ring pressing against his hot neck as open mouth kisses trail down to his collarbone.

You lean back in his hold, strong hands keeping you balanced while your fingers find the hem of your shirt. Asahi watches dumbly as you peel off your shirt to expose a sweet, pink bra.

The delicate lace on the cups is gorgeous on your skin, breasts pressed high at the top of the fabric. Asahi marvels at how beautiful you are above him, angelic almost. That is, until you rid yourself of the offending article and a devilish surprise is waiting for him in the form of two metal bars. He can feel himself salivating, calloused digits wandering up to palm your tits. Your back arches at his administrations, spurring him to roll a pert, sensitive nipple between his fingers, eyes flicking up to take in your reaction. Your head falls back at the sensation, bringing your hips to grind down harshly on his crotch.

The feeling of his clothed cock at your pussy is what you had been craving since Suga introduced you two at the beginning of the night, but you want more. Asahi seems keenly interested in your pierced tongue twisting with his. It’s high time you show him exactly what your mouth can do.

Your feet scramble for purchase on the hardwood only to drop to your knees in front of Asahi’s parted legs. You run your hands across his thighs, tracing the muscles up to where his hard on is straining against the denim.

“Y-you don’t have to do that. I’m okay with just-” He’s well aware of how desperate he sounds, hips bucking to meet your palm.

“Do you want me to stop?” You quirk an eyebrow, deft fingers tracing his zipper and punching down his boxers. No, the answer is, and always will be, no. He never wants you to stop. Conceding, he nods for you to continue, no longer trusting his own voice and you pop open his jeans. Your hand is slightly cold on his cock, and the feeling of your skin on his thick shaft makes him fist the sheets below him desperately.

His size is impressive, heavy in your hand and long. You run your hand up and down lightly, smirking when his hips raise to meet the slow pump of your hand. Soft, wet lips meet his head and a moan rips from deep within his throat. You take his cock in slowly, watching his expression as you sink down and trace your tongue around the vein at the base. The party is still in full swing ten feet away, the pounding bass vibrating around both of you, but all Asahi knows at this point is your tongue ring swirling around his cock.

Your mouth is hot on his aching dick, lewd slurping and gagging rings in his ears and pushes him farther into a foggy bliss. He doesn’t realize that his hand has a hold of your hair until your groaning around him. It’s all so salacious, having you in between his legs after being complete strangers only a few hours ago. The way your pierced lip is pressed snugly around his cock, the feeling of the metal bar in your tongue caressing him.

“Wait, please.” His voice is pathetic in his ears as he pulls you off of him, “I don’t want to cum yet, please just.. kiss me.” He’s begging but he can’t get himself to care. You wipe your mouth off on the back of your hand and let Asahi pull you back into his lap. He pulls your face back to his. Every moment in life feels a certain type of meaningless now that he knows how you feel.

“Don’t worry. We’re not nearly finished. I still have one more piercing to show you.”

Taglist: @stupid-for-passion @thirsthourdemon @bakubae-boom

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[chiwhorei]

can you keep a secret?

paring: r. tanaka x fem!reader x k. shimizu

genre: drabble, smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 375

warnings: oral, f/f/m, slight voyeurim

a/n: okay, this one is short and not that great, but when i posted my schedule i did say it would be mostly drabbles so maybe i’m just putting too much pressure on myself.

hymn: girls need love by summer walker and girl in red but shhhhh

kinktober 2020 - threesome (f/f/m)

Writhing bodies and a certain heady smell surrounds him, taking him captive. A tangle of legs, hips, breasts. He watches lips meet skin and one moan swallow the other. A siren's song in the form of two bodies inviting a third with a wicked proposition. He can join, but he has to keep it a secret.

“Oh come on, Kiyoko,” your saccharine laugh taunts Tanaka as you kiss the pout on your lovers lips, “it’s not like anyone would believe him anyway.”

He presses one knee into the bed cautiously. If he moves too quickly, this fever dream will disappear in a cloud of smoke. Where you and Kiyoko wear nothing but one another, Tanka still has a pair of joggers and a tank top on. The dynamic has his cock aching in his boxers, watching his two best friends completely naked and bent over each other. Your voyeur palms himself at the show you’re giving him. Just for him.

Kiyoko meets his eyes as your lips trail down the curve of her breast, her hands reach out to tangle into your hair. Tanaka’s positive that all of the blood in his body has rushed south at the sight of sweet kisses charting each scar on Kiyoko’s legs. It’s slow, methodical. There’s no rush here, there never is with you and her. Ever since the first brush of naked skin, you tear eachother apart whenever the chance arises. She whimpers at your attention, nerves like live wires with both your tongue and Tanaka’s eyes on her. She’s never been one to like attention, but this night is intoxicating. There’s no room to be shy anymore.

He crawls over slowly to join the pile of limbs, which welcomes him warmly. You move to position Ryūnosuke between the two of you, a warm embrace that makes his teeth chatter. Your bare chest is pressed against his back, fingertips mapping out the muscles in his arms lightly. Kiyoko is under him now, propped up on her elbows. She waits with bated breath, the man who’s pined desperately for years is now inches away from every fantasy he’s ever had.

“You want to make us feel good, right Ryu?” She whispers into the air between them. God, he’s never wanted anything more.

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all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

[chiwhorei]

ok...... daddy daichi tho... I am waiting impatiently 👀

daddy daichi supremacy! 😤 i want to be his sweet little thing🥺✨. i hope you enjoy bby🥴 i think he is top tier daddy

[chiwhorei]

day!!!! 7!!!! give me those sweet sweet boys together 🥵🥵🥵

👀 ahahahaha... so here’s the thing anon. i would not consider this one “sweet” 😈 this one is def one of the ~spiciest~

[chiwhorei]

HI MAY I PLEASE BE TAGGED IN YOUR KINKTOBER WORKS? I REALLY AM EXCITED FOR THEM! Please?

Aalakakssjsk sure! i didn’t start an official tag list (because i completely forgot to) but yes i can! if anyone wants to be tagged for my Kinktober please let me know! 💖💖💖💖💖

[chiwhorei]

hi! i love ur writing sm so i was just wondering, but I don’t have to answer obviously, will u write all ur kinktober prompts? im not sending to pressure u I just love some of the prompts&characters you’ve chosen for for said prompts. so if u ever write them all whether it be a month to a year from now, i’d love to see them all :) - 🐞

hi anon! it makes me really happy to know that you’re excited for what i planned for this month. to answer simply- i hope i finish them all, truly. i set this month up as a challenge for myself to practice and put out content for different characters, but i’ve just been struggling with looking at my own writing without violently hating it. i have an almost finished suga/kags threesome i hope to post tonight, then hopefully put out a few drabbles from some of the days i’ve missed. thank you for reading my stuff, it means a lot to know when shouting into the void, that someone is listening. 💖

[chiwhorei]

hahahaha i’m a million days behind on kinktober already but i’m not surprised because i am a walking ✨~trash fire~✨ anyway, kags/suga should be out tonight and hopefully i’ll get a few more shorter drabbles done too.

[chiwhorei]

Kinktober day 1 only made me miss atticus atlas more😩😩

ahhhhhh sksksksjssjsj. i am so sorry, i am just such a piece of crap not finishing part 10. it’s a written part so my stupid brain isn’t working very well. i promise it’ll come out soon i’m so so sorry 😩

[chiwhorei]

SKSKSKSKSKS for some reason I have been really excited for kinktober to roll around! Is it okay if you please tag me?😂❤

yes of course! added💖

[chiwhorei]

Omgg 😭😭 can i be tagget for the kinkoctober?

I love your list omg 🥵❤️

yes of course! thank you for reading my stupid little sentences djdjalsjsjsjxj 💖🤧

[chiwhorei]

all of kinktober will be sponsored by the song daddy issues by the neighborhood thank you for coming 🥰✨💖