#the grip buck has on his belt

[ultraviolencer23]

Older price showing younger reader how to give head. Praising us as he forces his thick cock down our throats.... (Sorry for being a menace)

an : stop this had me giggling and kicking my feet!! older price has my heart <3

nsfw 18+・₊✧⋆⭒˚｡⋆ minors dni!!

pairing : older!price x fem!reader

warnings : smut, oral (m receiving), rough, praise, non-specified age gap, kinda innocent reader

"on your knees, sweetheart," he commanded, giving you no choice but to comply. you silently obliged and settled your knees upon the wooden floor beneath you, glancing up at his stern-looking face. "you ever sucked cock before, honey?" he asked, tracing his fingers over your jaw.

you shook your head in response, adrenaline coursing through your mind. he huffed out a chuckle. "of course," he smiled, "that's okay. i'm gonna teach you, alright?"

you nodded nervously, watching him begin to undo his belt, hearing the clanking buckle as the strip of leather dropped to the floor, and watching his steady fingers unfasten his trousers' button. in an almost desperate manner, he shoved his pants down his thighs, leaving his boxers, that seemed much too tight, for he had hardened from the moment his eyes found themselves set upon you. his hand instinctively came down to palm his ache with a low grunt leaving his throat.

your eyes widened at the sight, catching a glimpse of the outlined size of his dick beneath the fabric. you felt yourself subconsciously fidgeting with your hands as he pulled the waistband of his underwear down, reavealing his thick, solid cock. as he took it in his hand, you felt your heart rate quicken at the sheer size of him, almost in fear, watching him stroke the shaft a few times before stepping closer towards you.

"don't worry, sweetheart," he muttered, "y' gonna be fine." replying was the last of your thoughts; instead, you began to reflexively open your mouth as he inched closer. you gently wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, sucking off his pre-cum, whilst staring up at him with wide eyes, yearning for some praise. "that's it, honey," he said, lacing his fingers through your hair, "now, you gotta take it a bit deeper, that okay?"

you pulled away to nod in reply, before moving back to his cock, once again wrapping your lips around his tip, but now slowly taking more of him in your mouth. "good girl," he groaned, "now  move up and down, like this. let me show you."

without hesitation, he grasped a handfull of your hair, allowing him to easily move your head up and down his cock as he wished. you found your eyes closing as his tip inched further into your mouth and back out repeatedly, when you felt the grip on your hair tighten.

"eyes up here," he said; your teary eyes fluttered open to see his face contorted in pleasure, as he used your mouth to get himself off. he bucked his hips towards your mouth, making you splutter around his cock, and causing held up tears to spill down your face as he hit the back of your throat.

"sorry, honey," he grunted, holding onto the sides of your head and thrusting his hips towards your mouth. one especially deep thrust had your throat contracting around his cock, dragging a guttural moan from his mouth. "fuck. that's a good girl, baby," he groaned, "doin' so fuckin' well for me."

the length of his cock ploughed in and out of your mouth and the speed of his hips increased as he brought himself closer to the edge. as his thrusts grew more desperate, more haphazard, his grasp on your hair grew tighter, his grunts grew louder and you moved your hands to hold onto his thighs to steady yourself from his relentless pace.

"oh honey, so good for me," he groaned, leaning his head back with eyes closed in ecstasy, rutting his hips up to your face in exasperation. the touch of your soft hands against his skin was enough to drive him mad, only encouraging the ceaseless movement of his hips as you had no choice but to take his cock down your throat.

“‘m gonna fuckin’ come,” he grumbled, keeping up his harsh pace with his hands tightly tangled in your hair, “you’re gonna take it all.” with a few more deep thrusts, you felt his cock swell in your mouth, along with a loud series of groans that clouded your mind with desire. “fuck,” he grunted with one final pump, spilling himself into your mouth, rope after rope.

instinctively, you swallowed the liquid as he took his cock from your mouth and looked down upon you in awe, taking in the sight before him. you smiled up at him and his entranced state as he chuckled in response, offering you his hand to stand up from the floor.

“you took that so well, honey.”

[tonycries]

Exes who…

Synopsis. Showing up to a party looking like that. What's a man to do when he just can't stay away?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, desperate boys, unprotected sex, NSFW, cunnilingus, pet names (my girl, babe), swearing.

Word count. 1.0k

A/N. This was supposed to be shorter, sorry lovelies. Art by @_3aem on Twitter.

Exes who know they should stay away, but one whiff of your perfume at some dingy party and he’s dragging you to the nearest bathroom. 

He’s pathetic, he knows, but right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck as he spreads you on that bathroom counter and dives face-first into your dripping cunt.

Greedily lapping at your juices, the taste of your pussy on his tongue was so addictive. Fuck, he missed this so much. 

He feels feral. Groaning lowly at the tug of your hand on his hair which hurts so good. He flicks his tongue harshly over your throbbing clit. More. He needs more.

“Hah- Fuck- Feels so good!”

“Yeah, jus’ like that, my girl.”

Making out with your pussy was almost as addictive as fucking you. You were a drug he couldn’t let up - he couldn’t get enough of. 

Nose-deep in your cunt, he tastes you over and over the way he imagined when he fucked his fist on those lonely nights.

Fingers digging into your thighs, he moves your legs so that they wrap around his head, bringing him impossibly closer to your hot core. He breathes over it - teasing - mouth watering at the sight of it getting wetter just for him.

He’s pretty sure your sinful moans and the squelching sounds could be heard above the overplayed pop on the other side of the door. Good, let them hear. It’ll teach that scrub outside that was eyeing you a thing or two about what he can’t have.

“Hngh- Baby, I’m gonna-”

Once you cum around his tongue, hips bucking wildly and clit catching on his nose as you ride his face, he thinks he’d be happy to die here if it was in-between your legs. 

A final peck to your quivering cunt - not a goodbye, no, he’ll be seeing this pretty pussy again - but a prelude for what was to come. 

Amidst heated kisses, he lets you taste yourself on his tongue as he hurriedly unbuckles his belt. Fucking trousers - they come with too many fucking buttons. He wants to feel you now. Have your wet cunt pulsing around his painfully hard cock as he gets drunk off of your pretty moans.

So he does.

He only has his flushed tip kissing your folds, but already feels like he’ll fucking pass out. He teases your entrance - willing himself to wait like he did all these past few months. This won’t be the last time - he knows - but he sure as hell is going to treat it like it is. 

“Tell me what you want, my sweet girl.” he huffs out, eyes boring into your dazed ones. Beautiful. You were always so beautiful.

“Please. I need you in me so bad.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Please, baby.”

Your lustful whimpers are what makes him snap. You were going to be the death of him. 

Fully sheathing himself in you, he fucks your pussy with a merciless cadence that has your nails digging into his shoulder at how painfully good you were stretched. Tight. So tight.

He feels himself losing his sanity as your cunt struggles to adjust to his size, walls clenching down on his throbbing erection. It’s animalistic - the way your pussy tries to suck him back in when he pulls out fully, only to ram inside you again.

“Shit- Pussy made jus’ for me. Only me.” he moans. 

One strong arm steadying himself on the counter, and the other with an almost-painful grip on your hip, he keeps up a pace that has his abs burning. Heavy balls stinging as they smack relentlessly against your ass. 

He bites down on your exposed neck to muffle the strangled groans ripping from his throat at the ethereal feel of your snug cunt - he needs to better drink in your fucked out yelps at his harsh thrusts.

His dick twitches inside when you start whining out his name as you reach closer and closer to your climax. He could do this forever. You were heaven on Earth.

In his hazy mind, he distinctly registers the jingle of the doorknob. Annoying fuckers can’t take a hint.

“Fuck off.” he barks out, “I’m fuckin’ my future wife in here.”

His heart clenches as you push your face into the crook of his neck in embarrassment. Pulling you closer to him in response - strings of slick and precum connecting you to him - he hopes whoever’s there up above strikes him down if he doesn’t wife you up. 

Ah…he’s so close.

There isn’t even a hair’s breadth between your two bodies as he fucks into you mindlessly, not even a trace of thought for the poor soul on the other side of the door. He’s got more important things to do - you.

“Baby- Shit. I’m so close.” your exhausted mewls are music to his ears. His balls tighten and cock aches for release. 

Teeth clenched and brows furrowed at how your walls were fluttering around him so perfectly, he grits out “Me too, my girl. Me too.”

Your legs tighten around his toned waist as your cunt clamps down on his thick length - sending both of you over the edge. 

He sees stars as he cums. Thick ropes painting your walls white and shaky whimpers of your name leaving his mouth like a prayer. You really were heaven on Earth.

Cum drips down the side when he slows down to shallow grinds of his hips, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into you. He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he pulls his sensitive cock out of you.

With a long finger, he gathers the cum now slowly dripping out of you. Pooling it at his fingertips before popping them into his mouth, half-lidded eyes looking right into your fucked out ones. He moans around them as if tasting a delicacy, elated at the way your mouth drops in disbelief at his lewd act. 

He feels barely lucid as he snaps your panties back on you with a devilish grin and tucks himself back into his trousers. 

Unlocking the door to pointed looks he couldn’t care less about, he can’t keep his eyes off the alluring curve of your hips as you walk away back to the party - pretending like his cum isn’t making a mess of your panties right now. 

Dick twitching to life again, he pulls out his phone - unblocking you once more. 

– GOJO, Choso, Geto, Suna, ATSUMU, KUROO, Oikawa, Sakusa, JEAN, EREN

A/N. …Gimme a min I’m cooking up something for Suguru…

Plagiarism not authorized.

[imaginedisish]

One for the Road (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Oh my god. This is so dirty, so nasty. Here is the *giving Logan head while he's driving* request. Thank you anon. Thank you so so much. Inspired by "One for the Road" by Arctic Monkeys. ENJOY!

Summary: Forty-five minutes is simply too long of a car ride for you to wait to take care of Logan...Or: you give Logan head while he's driving and he absolutely loses it.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Sexually explicit content, Oral (f! and m!receiving), fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), multiple orgasms, porn without plot (literally), car sex, rough sex, Logan is reckless, cocky!Logan, softdom!Logan, aftercare, established relationship, f!reader/afab!reader, reader has hair (but length/texture/color are not described), cursing, def some grammatical errors, that's it.

Word Count: 2,269 it's all smut im sorry yr honor but I need him

Logan wants nothing more than to be home. He wants to grab you by the hand, take you up to bed, and hold you until you and he fall fast asleep. This, unfortunately, is not something Logan can do. Instead, Logan’s eyes are trained ahead of him—occasionally flickering to look at you—as he drives carefully through dark, winding roads. 

The only silver lining is that you’re in the seat next to him, leaning towards him. You rest your arm on the center console, silently asking Logan to inch closer, too. He obliges, lifting his right hand from the steering wheel and bringing it down to grip your thigh. He squeezes gently, his thumb dipping between your legs, drawing long, slow circles to the sensitive skin there. 

Heat rises to your chest as his thumb climbs higher, nudging against the hem of your shorts. You can feel that familiar tension building at the base of your spine, the bottom of your belly. You try to ignore it, but you look over to Logan’s lap, and you see that he’s half hard and growing, the beginnings of his erection straining through his jeans.

“How much longer until we get back?” You ask, weighing your options. 

Logan’s eyes drift from the road to you, his hand giving your thigh another light squeeze. “Forty-five minutes, probably,” he answers, smiling softly. 

You hum in affirmation and nod, watching as his erection hardens. You grin to yourself as you reach your hand over the center console and into his lap. Logan’s eyes stay on the road, his throat bobbing as he swallows. You bring your fingers to his belt, watching him closely as you unbuckle the clasp. 

“What do you think you’re doing, princess?” Logan asks as you slip the belt from the loops on his jeans. 

You drop the belt onto your side of the car, working at his button next. “Taking care of you,” you say as you pull his zipper down. You lean over the center console completely, tugging his jeans down his legs as far as you can get them to go. 

Logan’s hand slips from your thigh and grabs your wrist, stopping you before you can tug his boxers down. “I’m trying to drive, pretty girl,” he chides, looking down at you. 

You smile up at him, freeing yourself from his grasp and tugging down his boxers. “I know,” you answer, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, stroking up and down the length of him. “Doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.” You lower your head into his lap and bring his cock to your lips, pressing a chaste kiss to his tip. 

“F-fuck,” Logan stutters, white-knuckling the steering wheel. You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock up to his head. “Fucking tease,” Logan mutters, his hand coming down to the crown of your head. His fingers thread through your hair, nails digging into your scalp. 

You wrap your lips around his tip, and Logan bucks his hips into your mouth, forcing you to take all of him at once. You’ll never get used to the sheer size of him—the way he spills out of your mouth even when he hits the back of your throat. You suck hard, hollowing your cheeks as you slide up and down his shaft. 

You can feel Logan holding back, struggling to keep his hips still as you take him in and out of your mouth. “Such a good fucking girl,” Logan moans, your hand at the base of his cock stroking up and down now. “Feels so good, princess.” 

He twitches inside you, throbbing with need. You swirl your tongue around his tip and take him deeper, as far as he can possibly go. Logan grips the back of your head, guiding you up and down his length. You look up at him, his chest heaving, his eyes still on the road. He curses under his breath, gripping the steering wheel tighter than before. 

His eyes flit down to you and catch your gaze. “So fucking beautiful,” he praises, his foot through the floor on the gas. “So pretty when your mouth is full of my cock.” His words go straight to your core, the aching fire between your legs burning with need. You press your thighs together, searching for friction as Logan’s hips buck into your mouth again. 

He gently fucks your face, his hand still guiding the back of your head, pushing himself further inside. “Taking me so well,” Logan growls. You gag around him as he slides you up and down his cock. “Perfect little mouth, doing so good for me.” You know he’s getting close; it’s the way he whispers your name, the way he pushes you back down after you reach his tip.

Logan flicks the blinker on, and the car jerks to the side of the road, coasting to a stop. His cock twitches as he puts the car in park. He shifts, sitting up, his hips rocking, forcing himself deeper, hitting the back of your throat. You moan around him, taking him up and down faster, chasing his orgasm. 

“Gonna come down that pretty throat,” Logan groans, both of his hands gripping the back of your head tightly, pumping in and out of your mouth. “That’s it, pretty girl,” he soothes. “So fucking good.” His hips stutter, his pace faltering as he spills himself inside you. You swallow everything he has to give you, his hips still rocking as he rides out his orgasm. 

He guides your head up, your lips sliding up his cock as he pulls himself from your mouth. He smirks at you, his hand coming to your chin, wiping away his release and your saliva from the corner of your lips. 

“I think it’s your turn, darlin’,” Logan husks, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. He suddenly grabs your hips and wraps an arm around your back, hoisting you up and setting you down on the center console. He keeps his arm around your back to hold you up as his free hand works at your shorts, unbuttoning the denim, pulling your zipper, and yanking your jeans and panties down your legs. 

“Fucking soaked for me, pretty girl,” Logan says, tugging you closer to him as he settles between your thighs. “Could smell how much you needed me when you were getting me off.” His tongue licks a long stripe through your folds and up to your clit. “Couldn’t wait to taste you,” he growls as he laps at you starvingly. 

He pulls you closer, your ass hanging off the center console as Logan buries his face into your cunt. “F-fuck, Lo,” you stutter, his tongue swirling around your clit. He brings his free hand to your thigh, spreading your legs wider. His fingers teasingly trail higher, closer to where you need him most.   

He finally finds your folds, toying with you, spreading your slick as his tongue draws circles into your core. “Tastes so fucking perfect, sweetheart,” Logan mumbles against you, two fingers prodding at your entrance. “Always tastes so perfect.” His fingers thrust inside you—down to the knuckles—pulling out only to pump back in again. 

Everything is hurried and frantic, needy and desperate. He takes your clit between his lips, sucking roughly as his fingers fuck into you. It’s already too much, and you can feel the liquid heat pooling at the bottom of your stomach. “Logan,” you whine, throwing your head back. 

“That feel good, beautiful?” Logan asks, his teeth grazing your clit, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. His tongue flits in and out, drawing long, solid strokes as his fingers fill you up, stretching you out and working you open.

“Y-yes,” you pant, watching as he devours you, sinks into you. His dark eyes meet yours and he smiles against you, taking your clit back into his mouth and sucking harder than before. “S-so good.”

“I know, pretty girl,” Logan soothes, a third finger prodding your entrance. “Gonna take care of you.” He slips it in, scissoring inside you, massaging your walls. “Gonna make you come.”

You curse under your breath, your chest heaving as he buries his fingers deep inside. His pace is unrelenting and reckless, pumping in and out, lapping at you mercilessly. Your walls flutter around him, sucking him in deeper. “S-so close,” you mumble, shaking underneath his touch. 

“That’s it, darlin’,” Logan coos, licking hard, flat circles around your clit. “Wanna feel you come on my fingers.” His words goad you along, your muscles contracting and releasing around him. He rocks his fingers in and out of you, sucking your clit roughly between sentences. “Let go for me, sweetheart. Let me taste it.”

And then you’re clenching down around him, arching your back as you come undone. You melt into him, his face still buried in your cunt as he works you through your orgasm—his fingers thrusting as he strokes your clit with his tongue.  He slows down, his fingers stalling inside you before he slips out completely. He licks one more long stripe through your folds and pulls away. His chin glistens with your juices, sweat coating his brow, his hair disheveled. He’s a mess, and it’s all because of you. 

Logan pulls you into his lap, and you immediately feel his still-hard cock press against your stomach. “I’m not finished with you yet,” he murmurs at the shell of your ear. “You started this, pretty girl.” Logan lifts you up, his erection suddenly nudging at your entrance. “And now I’m gonna finish it.” He pulls you down onto him, his cock sinking deep inside you—down to the hilt. 

You’re full again—full of him. You lift your hips and sink back down onto him. “That’s it, sweetheart, ride my cock just like that,” he growls, his hand slipping between your bodies, his fingers finding your still-sensitive clit. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“L-Lo,” you whimper, his hips rocking against yours. He thrusts up into you, pushing himself deeper, stroking your clit gently with his thumb. 

“So fucking tight,” Logan groans, gripping your hip with his free hand, guiding you up and down his length. “Such a good fucking pussy, taking me so well.” He throbs inside you, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. He flicks your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.

You can feel your orgasm building with every twitch of his cock, with every circle he draws into your core. “’M’so close,” you whine as Logan’s hips snap against yours. He’s fucking into you relentlessly—the slow, languid roll of your hips not enough to satiate his hunger. Your walls flutter around him, pulling him in deeper.

“Fuck, darlin’,” Logan grunts, thrusting up into you. “Can feel you squeezing me. Feels so good, so fucking perfect.” He pinches your clit lightly before circling rapidly, adding more pressure. Your muscles contract around him, and Logan groans at the feeling. “Come on my cock, pretty girl. Let me get you there.”

Logan swallows your moans with a kiss as you let go. You’re all liquid heat, shattering, unraveling as your orgasm crashes into you.  Logan is close behind, his fingers still dragging against your clit, his pace faltering as his hips snap into yours. “Where do you want me to—”

You cut him off, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Inside,” you whisper. 

Logan moans your name, his cock throbbing as he fills you up, painting your walls with his release. “So fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, his fingers sliding away from your clit and trailing up your body. He wraps his arms around your back, pulling you to his chest as his hips stall, his cock unmoving inside you. “Wanna keep you right here,” he mutters against the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Don’t wanna let you go.”

You bury your head into the crook of his neck. “Don’t wanna let go, either,” you say, your voice quiet and shaky. “But we need to get home.”

“I know, darlin’,” Logan says, disappointment heavy in his voice. He lifts you gently, pulling himself out from your cunt. He helps you back over the center console, your bare ass hitting the cold leather of your seat. Logan finds your jean shorts and panties, and motions for you to give him your legs so that he can help you dress. It’s soft, intimate, domestic. He lets his fingers linger on your legs long after he’s done, worshipping your skin, taking care of you. 

He pulls his boxers and jeans back up, zipping and buttoning the denim, and starts the car. He rolls back out onto the highway, his palm finding its place on your thigh—exactly where he was before. 

“Forty-five minutes, pretty girl,” Logan chuckles, his thumb brushing gentle circles into your skin. “Couldn’t wait forty-five minutes for me, hm?”

“Can’t ever wait for you,” you say, letting your eyes flutter closed. 

You’re asleep less than five minutes later, and you’re still asleep when you finally arrive back at the mansion. Logan carries you out of the car, into the mansion, and up the steps to his bedroom. You’re still sleeping as he undresses you. He settles you under the covers and climbs in after you, pulling you tight into his chest. 

“Love you, pretty girl,” he whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Love you, too,” you mumble, half asleep. 

And it’s all he wanted. It’s all he ever thinks about. You. 

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[bunny584]

OBSESSED: CHOSO

A/N: A short series of how our JJK boyfriends would act when they’re utterly deranged about you! Enjoy!

C/W: Premature Ejac, Mature. 18+

Choso thought it would get better. And it has gotten exponentially worse.

You and Choso have been exclusive for two weeks now. Two whole weeks. And he still can’t keep his libido in check.

His stupid brain.

His empty, stupid, caveman brain.

It’s criminal, how quickly and how often it finds new things about you to be turned on by.

The way you sigh. The falsetto in your voice when you say “Hi baby!”. How your hair falls out of the messy pony tail. How you hold your fucking coffee cup and take baby sips to avoid burning your tongue.

God, your tongue.

Your lips. Your eyes, eyelashes. Every single strand on your head is boner material and it’s driving him insane.

You smile at him and he’s rock hard in his pants. Counting down the minutes until he can finally fist himself.

Choso grips the gear so hard his wrist might snap in half.

“Almost there?” You ask. Sugar on your voice like cotton candy.

“Almost there, baby.” Words feel like nails against his dry windpipe.

He’s tried everything. Cold showers. Long walks. Scolding himself. Slapping his dick over and over and over to try and replace some of the pleasure with pain. But nothing works.

It’s a sick joke.

My shy, quiet boyfriend. You always tease him.

If only you knew a category 5 hurricane of filthy rot constantly decimates his brain.

Quiet because he is always biting metallic into his mouth to keep from moaning. Or saying something vile.

If he had it his way, he’d follow you around with his hand on his dick. At least it would feel honest. Not like how he’s mastered quietly cumming in his pants whenever you nestle in his lap or lean over him to get something.

You want to go slow and he’s happy to. Really. Because at this point he’d finish just rubbing against your pretty petals.

He’s needy. He’s desperate. And he has no idea how to fix it.

Or if he wants to fix it.

His mind floats back to the one time you let him eat your pussy. 2 minutes in.

No that’s fucking generous.

1 minute in and he was holding a pool of his own cum in his hand like a pathetic, pervert. And the way you laughed when he stammered the sorry explanation made him hard all over again.

You two finally make it to dinner and he beelines for the bathroom.

Thanking every Diety known to Man for gender neutral, single use stalls. He clumsily unbuckles his belt and his rod springs free.

His head hits the cold wall behind him. His hand tugs on autopilot.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs to himself.

His hips buck upward and collide with his fist, over and over and over again. Heat swells from his balls. His pre cum leaks in a constant stream from his thick, blunt tip.

“Choso?” A light voice ripples through his mind and his hand flies off his angry, abused cock.

“Y-yes, princess?”

“Let me in!” And he immediately obliges. He can’t tell you no. He can’t even hesitate.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” Concern etched all over your face. His expression must be as miserable as he feels.

Your petite hand cups his face and his cock springs against his abdomen.

In his haste he forgot to fully tuck himself back in. And there his drooling dick is. Thick and proud. Pale and crimson against his black shirt.

His face flares hot. A babbling stupid mess trying to hide his perversion. Trying to stuff his oversized length away from view.

To his surprise your tiny warm hands caress his clumsy fingers. Every hair stands at attention. He freezes. Artic breeze from the over head AC stops him in his tracks.

Your gazes collide. Your doe eyes and blown out pupils make his balls ache. You guide his hand to your neck line and help him tug it down. Enough so that your pierced, plump nipples spill over the top. Fully exposed for him to gawk at.

“Nnhhgh..” a stupid unintelligible moan escapes him. Slack-jawed idiot. His brain is scrambled to mush.

“Suck.” The tiny command from your gorgeous lips and frame 10x smaller than his unravels him.

He eagerly obeys. Wrapping his lips around your metal clad nipple. Groaning and gripping at your other breast, in a desperate display.

“Aww” you giggle at his pitiful moans and sucks.

He starts humping the air between your bodies. He’s so embarrassed but he can’t stop.

Rutting against nothing except the mere thought of being able to maybe one day handle the friction of your flesh.

“Fuck, oh fuck” he rasps out switching to your other nipple. Your hands weave into his hair. Electric shoots through his cock from his balls and he is so close. So close.

“Stop.” One word and he comes to a razor sharp end. Pulling off you. Submitting to your whims.

But not in time. His cock spurts thick, hot white ropes of cum against his black shirt. Eyes slammed shut. Mortified at his ruined orgasm.

Your lips pull up in a beautiful smile. One that cuts his stupid short refractory period in half.

He will do anything you tell him to. Anything.

“Don’t bother cleaning up, handsome! Let’s go finish dinner.” You’re light hearted and giggling and flutter out the door before him.

His face is flushed blood red. He stares down at his cum stained shirt. Absolutely humiliated.

You’ll be the death of him.

It’s perfect.

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

Dry Humping with Choso

Hey y'all here's some choso brain rot I may or may not have written during my sexuality class

Imagine dry humping with Choso...

He would be so whiny, giving you wet kisses as you're planted in his lap. his belt is undone but he could hardly wait before he pulled you into his lap, hands wandering under you shirt with breathless praises of how beautiful you are. he's a bit paler than usual since his blood is hard at work somewhere else, but it just means even prettier bruises while you suck on his neck. his head is thrown back for easy access and he has one hand gently coaxing your head up because his lips are lonely and he's hardly breathing. the wetness of your cunt has stained his black jeans even through your panties and he's mesmerized by the way you gasp when his hips buck at just the right angle to rub against your clit.

he can barely keep it in himself to remain gentle because you're still human but he wants nothing more than to grip your hips until they're bruised and move your cunt against him himself. in the back of his mind he keeps telling himself to just pull your panties to the side and free his cock, then he could be snug inside you like he wants. but it keeps escaping him every time you moan his name.

He wants to remain gentle but the minute your hands tangle in his hair he snaps. he plants his feet firmly on the ground and he's bucking up against your clothed cunt so roughly you have to hold on or you'll fall. he's not a selfish lover so he jams one hand between your bodies to rub your clit through your panties until you're screaming out your release.

but don't believe one orgasm is going to make him stop. he's not cumming until you've made a mess on his lap that he's satisfied with.

[pshaven]

sunghoon make up sx after his s/o gets jealous he’s flexing n feeling his biceps on live 🤕 after he ends it he pulls them by their belt loops to stand in between his legs n they’re all mad w their arms crossed looking down at him like goodnight

- 💫 I should not be allowed to think

“baby…” sunghoon whines softly, his index and middle finger looping around your belt loop, tugging you close to him. “you’re really gonna give me the silent treatment now?” he asks, his tone oh-so sweet and soft, it’s almost sickening the way he makes your stomach churn.

you merely look away, stubborn on the cold shoulder you’re giving him. you fold your arms over your chest, a soft huff leaving your lips and he chuckles at your reaction. if there’s one thing sunghoon’s good at, it’s being persistent.

he pulls you in closer, his hands now roaming your thighs and hips. his face is close to your exposed stomach due to the cropped top you’re wearing, peppering wet and convincing kisses on your skin. “y’know you’re the only one who gets to feel up these biceps, babe,” he murmurs against your skin, now softly suckling on your stomach as it leaves a faint mark on your hip.

when you don’t respond to him again, he wraps his arms around your thighs, squeezing it softly. “how ‘bout i show you what these arms can do?”

he has you at his mercy, his strong arms trapping you underneath him. by now, you’re writhing and squirming as his cock thrusts agonizingly slow into your warm cunt, the lewd squelching thanks to your previous orgasms he’s given you from his mere fingers inside you.

“you like this?” he asks through a clenched jaw, staving his orgasm off for the sake of yours. your cold shoulder to him has long faded away, if your loud moans were anything to go by. you barely register his words, your hips bucking up into his to make his cock inch into you faster.

at your silence (other than your whiny moans and whimpering), he cocks his head to the side in an innocent manner. “no? how about this then?” he asks before his cock slips out of you, using his sheer strength to flip you over, onto your stomach.

you whine at the emptiness in your cunt, his manhandling only serving to get you even more impatient and aroused. sunghoon lines himself up once more with your tight entrance, his tip slipping in with ease due to your slick arousal.

“fuckkk, babe…” he sighs out, his eyes screwing shut for a moment. he thinks if he looks at your cunt swallowing up his cock for too long, he’ll be a goner. you wiggle your hips impatiently, your grip on the edge of the couch tight as you urge him to bottom out inside of you.

and he does, his resolve not very strong when he’s inside of you. his tip nudges at your cervix as he grinds into you, his hips flush with your ass. his face is buried into the nape of your neck, moaning breathily into your ear.

“my god—“ he gasps, like a virgin who’s never felt pussy in their life. but that’s how he feels every time he’s balls deep inside of you.

his hips slam against yours, setting a sloppy and needy pace as he whines and moans into your neck. “you understand now, right babe?” he mutters against your skin, his canines grazing against the sweet spot of your neck. “that i workout so that i can give you a-all the pleasure…” he continues to ramble, his words slightly stuttering as he nears his orgasm all too quickly.

absentmindedly and too fucked out to really comprehend him, you nod dumbly. “yes, ah—!” you reply with a squeal leaving your lips from his sharp thrusts, his hand slipping underneath your body to play with your sensitive clit.

“do you?” he asks again before licking a stripe on your neck to soothe his love bites. “these strong arms,” he moans as your cunt clenched around him so deliciously, “are for you,” a growl escapes the back of his throat, his cock twitching inside of you.

before he can fully relish himself in your sweet cunt, he quickly manhandles you once again. he straightens himself up, lifting you up with him as he pulls you by your hair, his other hand finding purchase around your waist. you don’t even realize it, but your entire body weight is dependent on sunghoon to keep you up as he thrusts harshly into you.

“now tell me,” he murmurs into your ear, his hand leaving your hair as he trails it up to your neck, keeping your head tilted up for him as he fucks you dumbly. “who gets to see what these arms can really do?”

the way i was excited thinking i was gonna cook going into this but i don’t really like it🤓 i hope u still enjoy anyway…

[ttsukiimi]

───〃★ SHE SEE MONEY ALL AROUND ME .ᐟ

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩. ⎯ Satoru Gojo is cocky. And he’s made a promise to you—he has enough money to fúck you on. Tonight he gets to prove that statement.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. ⎯ sugar daddy!gojo x sugar baby!reader, overstimulating, orgasm denial, unprotected s⍣x, dom!satoru, slight rough s⍣x, slight tít play, pússy slapping?, mean!satoru, cúnnilingus, slight fing⍣ring, heavy degrading , reader referred to as (baby, sweetheart, slút)

𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ inspired frm this one fic i read a while ago but i can’t find ittt :( enjoy rough n mean sugardaddy gojo tho luvs <3 ty for 3k!

“Satoru…” a breathless whimper of his name fell from your lips—desperate, pleading, for anything, really. Your mind felt hazy, overstimulated, with the incessant licks lapping at your cunt, the big, veiny hands palming at your tits, the money crinkled under your sweaty bodies—everything was too much.

Your body begged for a release, a break, even, but Satoru’s pace only began to quicken, tongue swirling around your puffy clit as his thick fingers entered—slowly. Agonizingly slow.

Satoru smiled against your cunt, lips and chin deliciously drenched in your essence, eyes delirious. “C’mon baby.”

His fingers pummeled deeper, only to begin pumping in and out of you. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already?”

You shook your head, no.

“Good. Cause ‘m just getting started.”

And you took in a deep breath—because in the moment, that seemed like a threat.

Satoru Gojo had just begun and you’re already on the verge of tears.

Your pussy quivered around his tongue, the tell-tale sign of your oncoming orgasm Satoru was waiting for.

And with that, Satoru removed himself from in between your legs, grinning as he loomed over you. Satisfied by how desperate you seemed, hips bucking towards him so pitifully.

“N-no, was so close, ‘toru!” you sobbed, craving the release pent up in your lower stomach, peering into his eyes.

“No?” his grin widened, and his hand came up to cup your face, forcing you to keep your gaze locked into his. “Don’t remember you having permission to tell me what to do, sweetheart.”

He released his grip on your face, and the all too familiar sound of him unbuckling his Cartier Santos embroidered belt filled the space. He’d made you remember the brand—all with countless, harsh spanks to your ass with it, of course.

Tears welled in your eyes from both anticipation and anxiety; because with the look on his face, you were sure you’d be getting it hard tonight.

“It’d be a shame if I wasn’t here to put you in your place, hm?”

Silence.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes. Put me in my place, ‘toru.”

Satoru’s lips were on yours before you knew it, kissing you, firm. “Good girl.”

You watched him, timidly, free his cock from its confines, the shaft jumping, angry tip leaking pre-cum, and he’s rock hard.

He grabbed his pulsing cock, stroking himself languidly, using his spit as lube as his rough hand made its way up and down it. His gaze flickered up to you and Satoru chuckled—practically laughed at how intently and desperately your eyes fixed to his dick.

“Y’want it, baby?”

You nodded quickly, yes.

“Words.”

Oh, god—he’d truly be the death of you.

“Mhm-hm! Wan’ it so b—“

A swift thrust! and Satoru had somehow managed to sheath himself fully inside you, giving no time to adjust before he was drilling in and out of your sweet cunt.

Pleasure seeped into your bones and you sighed, back arching off the money covered sheets underneath you. The paper crumbled and stuck to your skin—the feeling only serving to overwhelm your mind even more.

Each ram felt better than the last, thick, filling you to the hilt, the stretch so delicious it had you crying out for more.

“Lil’ Fuckin’ slut.” Satoru spit, grip tightening on your thighs, spreading them apart further, hissing at the sight of your cunny struggling to take him whole.

A smirk bloomed on his lips, and an audible slap landed on your puffy clit. Satoru’s fingers moved around the sensitive nub of nerves, rubbing in maddening little circles as he fucked you senseless.

And your body jerked towards his touch—his thrusts, desperately nearing that static high you’ve been desiring.

“Yeah? You like that?” he purred, teasing, breathing down your neck, fingers moving faster now. He knew you were too fucked out to speak but—oh, how he loved when you were like this.

All crying and creaming on his cock, all the while choking on your own moans, pitifully letting him have his way with you.

“Feels s’ good..”

Satoru rammed into your G-spot over and over again, making sure you felt him pulsing inside you, and with the way you were contracting around him, he was sure you did.

With each thrust the hairs at his base tickled your clit, the feeling chipping at your resolve—fueling that heat within you that threatened to burst any moment now.

“Close? Can feel you pulsin’ around me.”

“Y-yeah..”

He hummed, his hands snaking up to your chest, your tits bouncing so lewdly, so entrancingly he simply had to cop a squeeze.

You moaned from the added stimulation, back arching further, further until an ear piercing cry left your lips—and you came.

Satoru was quick to hold you down, sighing, sure that you took the last rams of thick cock he drove into you before he came, too.

“Shit. Look at that..”

He whistled, a cocky smirk growing on his lips. As Satoru pulled out, a mixture of your cum and his seeped out of your weeping sex, drenching the sheets and the cash beneath you in translucent white.

And, well—he’d done it.

Satoru had proved his statement to you—he does have enough money to fuck you on.

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit

word count: 4.1k

summary: joel agrees to go out to tommy’s favorite bar, where he watches you ride a mechanical bull and wishes you would ride him.

warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, dual POV, no defined reader age or physical appearance besides outfits, alcohol use, joel getting slapped, tommy is a little shit, first date anxiety, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, praise, pet names, girl on top, couch sex, unprotected p in v, teasing, deep throating, more men whimpering and begging 2k23. let me know if any warnings are missing!

author’s note: look, i know i’m in the middle of my spooky specials but i saw two very specific tik toks that left me with the need to write this 😵‍💫 also this post layout is inspired by @bits-and-babs, whose works and aesthetic are chef’s kiss.

“Why did you pick this place?” Joel grumbles, hand wrapped around a sweating bottle of beer. People keep jostling him as they squeeze past, forcing him to keep his elbow tight to his side to avoid having his beer be collateral damage.

“You’ll see,” Tommy says with a cryptic wink. Joel rolls his eyes.

Tommy has dragged him out to a saloon style bar, complete with swinging wooden doors and longhorn skulls decorating the walls. Everything is shiny dark wood and western motif, down to the saddle style barstools. Most of the patrons have leaned into the theme, too — tassels, leather, cowboys hats, and ostentatious belt buckles.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen!” A man’s voice calls out over the speakers. “The show is about to begin!”

“Show?” Joel asks dubiously. Tommy only grins at him, dragging him by the arm towards the back of the bar.

He weaves through the crowd until they’re only behind a few rows of people that have gathered around a mechanical bull riding ring, of all things. The floor of the ring is inflatable and in the middle sits the brown bull figure. Joel catches his first glimpse of you, a gorgeous woman in denim cut offs standing beside the bull. Your black leather halter top plunges low to expose your cleavage and stops short of the waist of your shorts, a tantalizing strip of your stomach on display. The black leather of the top matches your black leather boots and the cuffs snapped around your wrists.

“One of Salty Saloon’s very own has stepped up to take the bull by the horns tonight!”

You lift a hand to wave, bright smile on your face as you take in the crowd. Your eyes land on Joel and for a brief moment he swears he stops breathing. He can’t hear anything the emcee is saying, all the noise around him just a dull buzz as he watches you swing yourself up onto the back of the bull.

“Alright, alright, alright! Our rider’s goal is to stay on for one minute using only one hand! If she falls before the buzzer, y’all get nothin’. But if she makes it, shots are half off for the rest of the night!”

A cacophony of cheers erupts around Joel and you straighten your spine, holding your hand out with a thumbs up. The music starts, some pop song he’s heard on the radio in the morning when he’s taking Sarah to school, and the mechanical bull turns in a slow circle. You have one hand twisted in a leather strap, the other raised above your head as the bull bucks and swings, your hips moving smoothly with the machine.

“Goddamn,” someone says from behind Joel. “I ain’t ever wanted to be a bull so bad in my life.”

Me, too, he thinks.

Your thighs press tight against the sides of the bull as it swings around, turning you to face the section of crowd Joel stands in. You release the hand grip, both hands in the air now as you rely solely on your legs and core to keep you up on the machine. When the machine turns again, you manage to lift your body and swing your legs around to reverse your position, now seated facing the back of the bull.

“Alright, ten more seconds!” The emcee calls out. The crowd starts to cheer your name and Joel can’t help but join in, eyes glued to you as you continue to swing and sway like all the movements are nothing but second nature to you.

“Three! Two! One!”

A cowbell goes off, signaling the end of your ride. The bull slows to a stop and you sit there for a moment to catch your breath, waving at the crowd. The bar owner, Johnny, comes out onto the crash pad with a huge grin on his face.

“Great job up there, kid. Now go sell some half priced shots,” he says with a good natured pat on your shoulder.

You return to the bar, where the other two bartenders scheduled tonight field the after-show rush, lining up shot glasses and filling them in quick succession with the requested liquor. When you get behind the bar, a familiar head of curly hair catches your eye.

“Tommy!” You call, excited to see one of you favorite regulars. He shouts your name as you stop in front of him.

“This is my brother, Joel!” He says, slapping the back of the man beside him. You’d seen him in the crowd, a handsome guy with broad shoulders stretching a dark blue t-shirt, warm tan skin, and messy curls that speak to the family resemblance between him and Tommy. You reach a hand across the bar, Joel’s calloused fingers dragging against your palm as you greet the man.

“It’s nice to meet you, Joel. Can I get y’all anything?” You ask. Tommy grins.

“Let me get this man a slap shot!” He yells.

You glance at Joel. “That okay with you?” You ask.

His eyes are comically wide as he nods. You step back to ring the bell behind the bar, your fellow bartenders whooping and cheering, a chant of “SLAP SHOT! SLAP SHOT!” echoing around you.

Haley sets a glass of water on the bar for you and you grab a pint glass, filling it with ice and two ounces of Jim Beam and amaretto. You smack the steel shaker on top, grabbing both glasses and shaking them vigorously over your shoulder.

You strain the contents of the shaker into a shot glass, amber liquid flowing to the brim. When you’ve got everything ready, you leave the back of the bar and squeeze your way through the crowd until you’re in front of the two brothers and can hoist yourself up onto the bar.

“Alright, Joel, are you ready?” You shout. He looks a little confused, brows pinched tight over kind brown eyes, but he nods anyway, holding his hand out for the shot glass. Tommy watches with a shit eating grin. “Three! Two! One!”

Joel takes the shot and you follow it with a glass of water to his face and a slap across his jaw in quick succession. Tommy is howling with laughter and Joel’s face is one of pure shock, red blooming across the skin of his cheek. He turns to his brother.

“Tommy, what the fuck!” Joel shouts. His hand wraps into the neck of Tommy’s shirt. “You little fuckin’ shit!”

You have the sinking realization that Joel wasn’t prepared for what a slap shot entails. You had just assumed this was something Tommy had told him about, having been to the bar so much the last few months.

Joel looks mad as hell, his shoulders tense and you worry he may actually throw a punch at Tommy. You hop from the bar and get between the two men, pressing a hand to their chests and pushing them apart.

"You, come with me," you say, pointing to Joel. "And you," -- you jab a finger into Tommy's chest -- "are on my shit list."

You take Joel by the hand and guide him to the back office, shutting the door and muffling the noises of the bar beyond it. His face is still dripping wet and the water dripping from his chin has gathered into a sizeable spot on the collar of his shirt.

"I am so, so sorry," you start, rifling through the storage cabinet for a bar towel. You hold it out to him, avoiding his gaze. "Tommy comes here so much that I just thought he'd told you about what a slap shot was. I should have told you, oh my god."

"Hey, it's okay. I ain't mad at you," Joel says, running the towel over his damp face. "Tommy, though. I'm gonna kick his fuckin' ass later."

"Still," you mumble, twisting your hands together nervously. "I'm sorry. Is your cheek okay?"

He rubs the towel over his head to dry his hair a bit, the action leaving him adorable mussed, curly strands sticking up in every direction. You're staring at him, maybe a little too much, but who can blame you? The man is hot.

"Yeah, trust me. I've had worse," Joel replies with a laugh.

"You get slapped by women often?" You tease.

"The number of times ain't just one."

"Oh, a bad boy. Mama warned me about guys like you."

He laughs again, long and low, running a hand through his hair. "Well, thank you for the towel."

"Right. And your next drink is on me. As an apology," you tell him.

"I'd rather get your number," he says. "You know, as an apology."

You raise your eyebrows at him before turning to the manager's desk, grabbing a marker and tugging the cap off with your teeth. You slide a hand down his arm, lifting his forearm up so that you can write down your number across the smooth, tan skin.

"I'm off next weekend," you comment when you've recapped the marker.

"I'll keep that in mind," Joel replies with a grin.

Joel's nervous as he waits outside of your apartment building in his truck, fingers tapping a nameless tune against the steering wheel. It's Saturday night and he's here to pick you up for dinner at a restaurant in downtown Austin, one that required he dig out the old black button down he keeps shoved in the back of his closet for parent-teacher conferences and funerals.

The front door to your building opens and you emerge, dressed in a pretty red wrap dress and black heels. Joel gets out of the truck and jogs around to the passenger side to open the door for you and he's surprised when you lean up and kiss him on the cheek.

"Hey," you say in greeting, climbing into the truck and settling into the passenger seat, your purse on your lap. Joel can't help the dopey grin that's surely stretched across his face.

“Hey, yourself. You look nice,” he replies. He shuts the door and jogs around the the driver’s side.

“You don’t look so bad either,” you tell him as he starts the truck up. He can feel his cheeks get warm and he hopes that you can’t see him the proof of his nerves in the dark cab.

At the restaurant, the host leads you both to a small table towards the back of the restaurant, pristine white tablecloth topped with a small vase of flowers and a flickering votive candle. A waiter in a white button down comes by to take your drink orders before disappearing the the kitchen, leaving the two of you regarding each other in silence.

“Look, I gotta be honest about somethin’,” Joel says, leg bouncing beneath the table. “I’ve got a kid. Sarah, she’s thirteen. Light of my life, you know?” He takes a deep breath before finishing with, “And I don’t think I’ve even been on a date since she’s been born, so this is just…a little new to me.”

“You have a kid?” You ask. For a moment Joel worries that he may have ended this before it could even get a chance to begin, but then your face lights up with a sweet smile and you ask, “Will you tell me about her?”

Joel does. In between ordering and eating your delicious meals, you and Joel discuss anything and everything. He tells you about Sarah and his contracting work, while you tell him about your full time job as a pharmacy technician, the gig at the bar a part time thing on some weekends. He nearly makes you snort your water out of your nose with a story about rescuing Tommy from the bathroom of the girl he’d been seeing when her long distance boyfriend, who Tommy didn’t know existed, showed up at her apartment.

“Oh my god,” you exclaim breathlessly. “And he just jumped out of the bathroom window?”

“To be fair, she had a first floor unit,” Joel confirms. “His royal pain in the ass still made me take him to urgent care because he thought he broke his ankle.”

“You’re a good brother,” you say with a smile. Joel feels the warmth of it in his veins.

After dinner, the ride back to your place is quiet, the comfortable silence filled with the low music from the radio. In a moment of bravery, Joel reaches over and lays a hand on your low thigh, just above your knee as he drives. He refuses to look over at you, but from the corner of his eye he sees you look down at his hand before looking back out the window.

He counts that as a win.

He pulls up the curb outside your apartment and kills the engine. You speak before he has a chance to agonize over what to say.

“Will you walk me to my door?” You ask.

He feels relief and anxiety in one fell swoop. He agonizes internally over whether to kiss you goodnight as he follows you up the stairs to your apartment, the buzzing in his brain momentarily silenced while he watches your hips sway as you climb the steps.

You stop on the second floor, guiding him down a long hallway to a door marked with a black metal number three. You turn to face him, looking up at him through your lashes.

“This is me,” you murmur. Joel swallows nervously.

“Right. I, uh…I had a really great time tonight,” he says.

“Would you…want to come inside?”

Joel’s brain short circuits. “Would I—? Yeah.”

You turn to unlock the door, pushing into your apartment and Joel follows you inside. The apartment is dark but you quickly turn on the lights as you move further inside, illuminating an open living room with a dining nook. There’s a door off to the right that he assumes is your bedroom and an open kitchen to the left. It’s small, but it’s cozy, bursting with colors and fabrics and mismatched furniture.

“Well, this is home,” you say with a shrug. You set your purse down on the small circular dining table. “Can I get you anything to drink? I’ve got beer, some liquor on the bar cart over there if you want to have a look.”

“Beer is fine,” Joel says, taking a seat on the comfy looking couch. You return with a bottle of beer, passing it to him before settling in beside him, kicking off your heels and drawing your legs up beneath you.

He takes a sip, fortifying his nerves. He wasn’t lying when he said it’s been a long time since he’s been on a date, but even sex has been a distant thought for the last year or so. He doesn’t want to mess this up.

“So,” you start, your elbow pressed into the back couch cushion while you lean your face into the palm of your hand. “You wanna know what I think?”

“‘Bout what?” Joel asks.

“You.”

“You got a report card ready for me already?”

“I think” — you take the beer bottle from his hand, setting it on the coffee table — “you’ve spent a long time being a caretaker. Right? You’ve got Tommy, who was already a handful. Your daughter, who’s obviously priority number one. You’ve got a business to worry about, workers to care for.” You shuffle closer on your knees, swinging a leg over his and settling yourself onto his lap. “This okay?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he replies, probably a bit too enthusiastically. His fingers curl into the couch cushions and he wants to reach up to wrap his hands around your waist but he’s not sure if he should.

You play with the collar of his shirt. “What do you think about having someone take care of you for a change?”

Joel’s stomach flips, cock jumping in interest as the blood in his brain rushes south and leaves him only capable of responding with a mumbled, “Oh?”

“I just think you deserve someone treating you real nice,” you say with a shrug. Deft fingers work at undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Especially when I was so mean when we met, slapping you across the face like I did.”

“Told you not to worry ‘bout that,” he replies, head dropping against the back cushions. “S’not like I didn’t like it.”

“You like to be roughed up a little, Mr. Miller?”

“Maybe.”

Your grin is wicked as you drag your nails down the now exposed skin of his chest. He hisses at the sting of it.

“Interesting,” you murmur. You lean close, chest pressed against his, hands coming up to frame his face. Your nails scratch through his beard now and he groans his appreciation.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. “Please?”

You respond by pressing your lips to his, chaste as first. Your mouths move together slowly, feeling each other out. It’s you that takes it deeper, tracing your tongue over his bottom lip and dipping it inside to tangle with his. He wraps his arms around your low back, holding you tightly in his lap as he consumes you, drunk on the feeling of your breath in his lungs.

You drags yours lips away from his with a slick sound, trailing them along his jaw and towards his ear. You nip at his earlobe, teeth gentle and breath hot before whispering, “Can I suck your cock, Joel?”

A whimper claws it’s way up Joel’s throat as he nods, already unable to form words. He’s no stranger to turning into a puddle for a pretty woman but he’s certain this must be a new record.

You slip from his lap and kneel on the floor, pushing his legs apart so that you can settle in between them. Your hands reach for his belt, tugging on the buckle and pulling it loose so that you can pop the button of his jeans and tug the zipper down, the metallic sound loud in the quiet room.

Your fingers curl into the waist of his jeans and Joel lifts his hips a bit to aid you in tugging them halfway down his thighs. His cock tents his boxers in an obscene way, a wet spot already staining the fabric. You run your palms up his thighs before bracketing his member between your hands, lightly running your thumbs up his length.

“Christ,” Joel says, teeth digging into his lip.

“That feel good?” You ask.

“Uh huh.”

You smile beatifically before leaning forward, warm breath on his covered cock as you press gentle kisses through the fabric. Joel’s hips twitch and he lets out a deep groan.

You tug the elastic of his boxers over his length, tucking it beneath his balls. He’s practically vibrating with need but you continue to take your sweet time, pressing more kisses along his shaft, tracing the tip of your tongue over the prominent vein.

“You have a pretty cock, Joel,” you say, wrapping your hand around the base of him to hold him steady. It’s a struggle to keep his eyes open but he doesn’t want to miss the sight of your tongue lapping at the bead of precum gathered on his flushed tip, or the way your own eyes flutter shut as you let out a little moan of appreciation.

You wrap your lips around his cock, taking him inch by agonizing inch into your warm mouth and Joel feels any semblance of sanity disappear from his lust clouded brain. Your eyes stay fixed on him as take him in as far as you can, throat fluttering around the sensitive head when you swallow before pulling up, twirling your tongue around the tip, and plunging back down.

“Christ,” Joel groans, reaching out to cup your cheek. “You look so goddamn good like that.”

You lift off his cock and take it in your hand, moving it across your lips as you ask, “Like what?”

“Chokin’ on my cock, sweetheart,” he growls.

“That was nothing.”

Joel’s about to ask what you mean when you lower your mouth over his length once more. He can feel you flatten your tongue, your throat and jaw relaxing enough to take him to the very base, your nose tickling the wiry curls on his pelvis. He moans as you swallow around him, breathing through your nose and holding yourself there for a moment before coming up with a gasp, tears gathered in the corners of your eyes and spit making your chin shiny in the low light.

“So…I could keep doing this,” you tell him, “or…”

“Or?” He asks.

“Or…you could let me make us both feel good.”

You stand up, your hands untying the knot that holds your dress together so you can push it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. You push your panties down your legs and unhook your bra, leaving you gloriously naked in front him, every inch of you like a piece of art meant to be admired. Joel’s hands, greedy and unfulfilled up until now, reach up to grip your hips and pull you onto his lap, your pussy hot and wet against his cock. He lets his hands wander over every inch of exposed skin, relishing the way your ass fits in his palms and the way you hiss when his thumb caresses a tight nipple.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he moans, his lips against your rapid pulse, teeth ghosting the thin skin of your neck. “Need you so bad, baby.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you whisper, reaching between your bodies to hold his throbbing cock steady, notching it at your soaked entrance and beginning a slow slide down.

Joel is panting against your sweat slick chest, mumbling desperate words into your skin as you take him inside of you as slowly as you can, thighs burning with the effort. When you’ve finally seated yourself on his lap, his head drops back to the cushion, eyes squeezed shut tightly and fingers nearly bruising on your thighs.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he begs. “Oh, fuck, feels so good.”

Where he’s desperate for you to stay still, you’re already desperate to move. His cock is perfect, thick and long with a slight upward curve, pressing up against your g-spot with stunning accuracy. You’re certain this won’t last long for either of you.

You rock slowly, forward and back, little movements of your hips. Joel lifts his head, looking down at where your bodies are connected with dark eyes. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, tangling your fingers in his hair and giving it a sharp tug that has him hissing your name.

You start to move more quickly, rolling your body in smooth waves over his. He’s panting as he looks up at you, sweat gathering at his temple, and his hands grip your ass and follow your movement reverently.

“So fuckin’ good,” he moans, “you’re gonna make me come, baby, goddamn.”

You speed up, bouncing on his lap now. Your couch creaks the slightest bit, protesting your movements, but you don’t care — all you care about is the man beneath you and the desperate little noises spilling from his lips as you make good on your promise to take care of him.

“Touch me,” you command. “I’m so close, Joel, please.”

He’s a good listener, your Joel, his thumb immediately finding your clit and circling it with messy movements that drive you wild, that tension in your muscles coiling tighter. Joel’s hips flex into yours with each drop down his length, the room echoing with the lewd sounds of skin against skin and the chorus of whimpers that spill from both of you.

“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you chant. He wraps his arms around you, really thrusting into you now as your own movements falter and you collapse forward, head buried against his neck as you come, trembling with the strength of it.

It’s not long after that he goes still, cock pulsing inside of you as the aftershocks of your orgasm wash over you. You stay slumped against each other, catching your breaths and waiting for your racing hearts to come back down to earth.

“That was…,” Joel says with a breathless laugh that shakes his chest. His fingers play up and down your back, soothing and gentle. “Goddamn, that was amazin’.”

“Yeah?” You ask, lifting your head. You smooth his messy hair back from his forehead. “You weren’t so bad either.”

He nips at your neck in retaliation, making you laugh and squirm away from him.

“Do you have to get going?” You ask.

“No,” he replies. “Tommy’s watchin’ Sarah for me tonight. He owes me one. Besides, I’m ain’t done with you yet.”

“No?”

“Not even close, darlin’.”

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I Don't Want To Hurt You

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Word count: 3,900+

Synopsis: You have been married to Charlotte Katakuri for five years, and not once has he engaged with you intimately. You had not even seen his face without the shroud of fur atop it. In desperation for grandchildren from the minister of flour, his mother drugs him with a powerful aphrodesiac. The only cure is to give in to his desires and finally claim you as his spouse.

Warnings: Katakuri x f!reader, husband x wife, some gendered terms used, dub con, pollen trope, forced to engage in intimacy, mutual pining, interfering mother in law, NSFW, 18+, MDNI, Katakuri loves you, he doesn't want to hurt you, size difference, swearing, mentions of pregnancy.

Notes: Getting this out of my head and added him to the pollen list. He needed it, I think.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @sunnyferr

The desperation and neediness in his rough huffs and pants of breath were too much for him to bear. His body gave in, finally feeling the incessant need to release his steely cock from the confines of his leather pants the moment he stepped into the safety of his private room. Unbuckling his belt, his pants pooled at his ankles and his right hand immediately flew to his cock. 

He pulled his furred covering further up his face to muffle the wanton moans and feral growls from escaping his lips and painting the atmosphere with his desires. Gripping his cock in a vice-like fist, he began to piston his hand and brace his back against the wall behind him. The need for relief in release overcame him, and he chased his high harder and faster in his palm. 

Charlotte Katakuri knew his mother wanted grandchildren from him. She married him off to the first willing bride the moment they came of age. He had been with you for almost five years now, and he found you to be the most beautiful creature he had ever set his eyes on. A perfect match for him, and truly the best partner he could ever find in another. 

Although he was attracted to you physically, he never once allowed his body to enter yours due to the incredibly large size difference between you. As he thought of you romantically and dotingly, he never once in all that time thought you ever felt the same way for him. 

The union between the two of you remained unconsummated, much to the chagrin of his interfering mother. She consistently ordered him to get you pregnant, to make her more hulking crewmembers and swell her family to a larger number. But he never did. He outright refused. 

He couldn’t do that to you.

You were intelligent, charismatic, kind, and innocent compared to him. He had to claw tooth and nail for the respect he now had, his bestial face was the cause of fear for so many. He was yet to display his lips and teeth to you in the assumption you may feel similar to the others he had allowed to view him prior. He was a beast, and he refused to permit you to see him as such.

Katakuri clapped his hand over the shroud and jammed the material into his lips as a makeshift gag to prevent the muffled moans from expelling themselves further. His hips began to rut into his palm as he stood with his back against the locked door. He clamped his eyes tightly shut, feeling his approach towards ecstasy slowly slipping from his sight the moment he tasted it on the tip of his tongue. 

He whined, desperately chasing it harder and faster in bucking his hips into his fist. “No, no, no, no,” his muffled whisper desperately panted. His breathing hitched, his brows furrowing as his pearlescent precum was the only spill he felt in a twitch against his fingers. 

“Why-...?” He stuttered, his eyes reopening and searching for a rhyme or reason he couldn't spill his seed into his hand like the other times he felt these urges come over him. “Why can't I-...?” Eyes trailing down to his fur scarf and noticing a soft sheen of the finest dust he had ever seen coating the strands of hair. 

He roared in rage, immediately thrusting the material away from his lips across the room with a great force. He gnashed his teeth, drool beginning to coat his lips with the fury he felt at this cruel invasion of his privacy. 

Charlotte Linlin had finally done it. She had crossed that boundary to force him to disrespect and ravage his spouse. This was the only cure for this disgusting invasion of his senses, now encumbered by dust from the pollen aphrodisiac. His need to respect you, and ensure you had no reason to fear him, was far greater than these urges he felt now, and he was certain he could be rid of it without aid. 

His mother had done something similar to her lovers in the past, drugging them so they would be desperate to perform the task of making Katakuri an army of full blooded and half siblings. He never thought she would turn this on her own son, an oversight he was making up for now.

He needed to be rid of it without assistance. He didn't want to hurt you, frighten you, or cause you harm with his larger body tearing apart your smaller one. His desperation came out in the form of a suppressed, needy roar as he felt his cock throb in his hand. 

“Not like this,” he whispered, bracing himself against the door by clawing the panels. He stumbled towards the ensuite bathroom, shaking hand continuing to brace himself against each surface as he continued to thrust his fist firmly down his veiny shaft and stampede his release towards finality. 

“I can't do this to you,” he whimpered, his hand finding the copper taps and turning on the liquid to fill the bath. “I won't do this to you.” He immediately stepped into the bath, his pupils remaining fully dilated and influenced by the dust within his respiratory system and bloodstream. 

Sitting beside your sister in law, you lulled your head to the side and arched your brows up at the rows of tiles spaced out in front of you. Nine by four, and face down on the doilies margining the tea table, you rolled two dice to determine who gathers the spare tile to begin your little game. 

“I got a four,” you shrug, looking at Brûlée's dice. “Oh, you win with that five!” you smile at her, offering her the single, vacant tile to begin the mahjong game. She returned your smile, selecting a random starting point and sliding down the carved tiles. 

As your game continued, you all managed to get several numbers you needed from one to nine. The sheer number of times you played this game with Brûlée made for speed in completion. She was as fast as you, both swapping numbers and tiles as you needed it to order them. 

After you managed to complete the game for the umpteenth time today, she offered you her large hand to shake in mutual celebration of winning your games. Wrapping your fingers around her index finger and giving it a soft shake, she offered you a genuine smile and a curious gaze. 

“What's that look for, my favorite sister in law?” you asked her, your own curiosity marking your features. She sucked her lips in, darting her eyes between yours and silently assessing you before speaking. 

“I have a confession to make, my beautiful sister in law,” she muttered in her cackling cadence. You sat back in your seat and silently examined her posture in response with a curious glance. 

“I'm not a priest,” you shrug with a soft smile, “There's no need to confess anything to me.” She laughs in response, shaking her head and beginning to pack up your joint games into a hessian bag. 

She gulped back a sheepish mouthful of saliva before turning her attention back to you. Her temples were beading with soft droplets of nervous sweat, her lips chapped and injured from how hard she was biting on them, and her eyes darting between yours as she asked her question. 

“Are you in love with my brother?” she asked you with a subtle underlying question masked beneath her words. You sighed, closing your eyes as you focussed on finding the right words to respond. 

“I have been married to your brother for over five years,” you nodded with your eyes reopening, looking at the table ahead and sighing out further, “I want-...” you look up into her eyes and hold nothing but truth and honesty in your expression, “...I want nothing more than to love him. I want him to love me.” You shake your head, looking back to the floor and kicking your toes.

“Your mother has been pestering me, insistent that we make her grandchildren immediately, but,” you suck in a lengthy, shaken breath and look up at Brûlée, “We have yet to share a single touch, let alone a night together in unity. He thinks he’ll break me, I’m sure.” Brûlée offers you a soft smile, reaching forward one of her larger hands and grimacing immediately thereafter.

“Ah, that’s where my confession comes in,” she cringes, looking at where her hand descended upon your shoulder, “My mother has taken matters into her own hands to give him another push. She, uh…” Brûlée gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before admitting to you the seriousness of the situation, “...She drugged him.”

“She what?” you ask, flinching away from your sister in law and stare at her with eyes wide in shock.

“She laced his shroud with an aphrodisiac, and a potent one at that,” she confessed with a soft nod, “As you are my favorite sister in law, I thought it was only fair to warn you of the severity of what’s waiting for you when you return to your marriage suite.” 

Your blood ran cold, mind racing with the remainder of the severity in circumstances awaiting you beyond the door. Still hearing the echo in Brûlée’s voice, you reached for the doorknob with a shaky hand and quivering lip.

“He’s going to be unhinged, consumed with lust,” her voice rang in your mind, “He will likely attempt to ravish you as soon as he sees you, lacking any semblance of restraint or self-control.” You made a mental note to thank Brûlée later for her honesty, but your mind remained swirling with the knowledge that your husband is likely going to hurt you. 

“When you see his face,” your hand turned the doorknob, slowly creaking the door open inwards to your joint suite, “Try not to scream. He-... He’s self-conscious about his mouth.” You slowly stepped into the room, preparing yourself to be immediately met with your husband’s sizable hands and gripped tightly. 

Yet nothing happened.

Nothing but a soft hummed whimper from beyond the bathroom door was met with you as you slowly made your way in. Water splashing in rhythmic bursts and a rumble of a frantic, stifled roar was muffled between the clamped jaw of the man you had come to love. 

The bathroom door was left slightly ajar, the steam from the bath was exiting the space in a soft puff. Your curiosity was tingling at the corners of your mind and shooting down your spine. 

“The only way he can be cured is by-...” you heard Brûlée’s choked confession in your mind, your body urging you to witness what was behind the door. Offering a simple knock, a barked growl came in the form of a rumbled exhale in response. 

“Leave,” he spat, the splashing never ceasing and his pants growing more desperate, “Leave me. I-I can-... ngghmm-... I can handle it.” You refused to heed his command, pushing past the door and witnessing the majesty of your seventeen foot husband sitting in the golden spa in the bathroom.

His brow was creased, his eyes scrunched shut in concentration, his lips parted and huffing out pants of pleasure, and his fist thrusting beneath the murky water and shaking the suds from his forearm with each crude motion. A blush immediately rose to your cheeks as you continued watching him from your position in the doorway. 

As you began to move closer, his eyes opened and his feral stare snapped over to you. Jaw opening and closing, his pupils dilating to eclipse that chocolate-brown hue you adored so much, and his hips rocking to meet his arm beneath the water. 

“Please leave,” he begged, imploring you to leave the room for your own safety with wide eyes, “I can’t do this to you. I won’t.” He whimpered, his jaw protruding as he bit back his wanton desire to fill you with his girthy cock. 

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. His jaw began to shake and quiver, pointed teeth chattering as he desperately bit at his lips to stifle his desperation. You hesitated slightly, rocking on your feet before hardening your resolve.

“...Giving in,” Brûlée’s voice echoed in your mind. Looking down at your husband in the soapy bathtub, you were overcome with admiration and love. There was nothing to fear in his lips, reflecting on Brûlée’s earlier sentiment of warning. He was perfect to you, and five years of longing finally began to catch up with you. 

Stepping closer still, he flinched away with eyes wide and somberly pleading for you to not tempt him further. He was large, and you were of average standing and stature for a person of your size. In fear of harming you, he reached his hand down onto his thigh and dug his nails into the flesh while pumping his cock. 

“You need to give in,” you offer him with a calmness to satiate the beastly form of your husband, “Give in to me.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growled at you, scrunching his eyes shut in a bid to ignore what his body was so desperately screaming at him to enact. Shaking your head, you pressed on in your journey over to him.

“I want you to,” You drew yourself closer still, rolling the straps of your dress over your shoulders and flinging it to the side. Your lingerie was the next to pool at your feet, leaving you bare as you began to step into the water. 

Without further warning, Charlotte Katakuri thrust himself forward and caged his head between your thighs. You shrieked in shock as he held your lower back firmly within a single, hot hand while his other busied itself against his steely shaft. He leaned back against the wall of the spa and took your body with him on his descent. 

Parting his lips and releasing his tongue from his mouth, he began lapping at your glistening core with gentle moans and whimpers escaping from his chest in a desperate pant. His tongue shot tingles up your spine with each crude lap.

The length and width of his tongue was far greater than your slit, his organ reaching all of the places that had your toes curling at once. He rocked your hips against his lengthy tongue, groaning as your pussy began to drip onto his salivating organ with your unbridled lust depicted in your slick arousal.

Your hands shot down to his plum-colored hair and gripped him as you felt the call of ecstasy approaching almost immediately from his skilled ministrations. Mewls and whimpers flinging into the air, your shock never ceases and only grows as the sparks of release fizz within your core.

“Oh-... f-fuck-... I’m gonna-...” you began, failing to find the words as Katakuri growled against your contracting pussy. The vibrations fog your mind as your body ignites in tingling ecstasy. White flashes behind your eyes as your jaw falls slack in reaction to the bliss. 

Katakuri never ceases grinding you down against his open mouth, his tongue greedily lapping at you and prolonging your orgasm to shaky overstimulation. You desperately attempt to pull his face away, but he shakes his head with a barking growl and continues on bullying you with his mouth. 

Your toes tingle, legs shaking as you use all your strength to attempt to draw his head away from your pussy to no avail. You whimper and whine, beginning to sob as he greedily laps at your pussy: gyrating your hips in a harsh rock and thighs grinding against his cheeks. He never tore his eyes away from you, the feral beast lurking beneath his skin preventing him from being the chivalrous and doting partner you once knew.

He had you in his clutches, and there was no way he was going to give up this opportunity to bring you pleasure. His carnal desires had his eyes rolling in his head as he continued to feel the rapid flutter of your walls and twitch of your overstimulated clit warning him of your secondary wave of bliss. 

“Ka-... Katakuri, s-stop,” you whined, your knees squeezed his larger head between your thighs and you attempted to wriggle away from his greedy tongue, “Katakuri, I-I’m gonna c-cum again!” The intensity of the waves you were being ushered through heightened as a gush of your arousal flooded Katakuri’s tongue and mouth. 

Another explosion of ecstasy was paved by the skilled lulling and lapping of Katakuri’s lips and tongue. The ribbed indents of his teeth rolling against your fluttering walls as you rode his face felt unlike anything you had experienced with another. He took your fluttering walls contracting around nothing as consent to enter you with it, your heat coaxing and beckoning him to finally give in to his urges.

Finally lifting you from his head, he breathily panted as he opened and closed his tingling jaw. Rolling his tongue over his teeth, he sampled the arousal of your pussy on his palate and hummed in response. Lowering you into the water, you felt the blunt tip of his larger cock brush with your slit. The slickened release of two orgasms was still not enough to ease his cock inside your smaller body. 

“Are you cer-... f-fuck-... Certain you want to do this?” he gritted his teeth in a steely clamp and hissed at you, lining his cock up with you by circling it with his fist beneath the water. “I don’t want to do this to you. Not like this.” He slowly inched you further onto his cock, your body stretching to accommodate his width. The sting around your walls prompted you to wince, but you refused to deny him. 

“I want you to,” you softened your face, attempting to relax your body, “I want you.” Your confession had Katakuri’s eyes hanging half-lidded and his teeth chattering. 

“I’ve-...” he groaned, hissing out your name as he felt the first twitch of your body finally widen enough for his broad tip to enter you, “...I've wanted you the moment I first saw you. The moment you agreed to this union.” He whimpered, bringing his other hand up to cradle your shoulders and thumb soft, soothing circles into your skin. 

A soft sniffle fell from your nose in reaction to his confession, both of you silently cursing your mother in law for dousing him like this with the aphrodisiac. Katakuri finally felt your body stretch enough to completely take his aching knob within you, your body claiming the ribbed edge within your walls. He huffed out his gratitude, almost immediately spilling over his release the moment he felt the warmth of your heat take him in. 

“It will all be over soon,” Katakuri confessed to you with a somber expression on his face, “Em-... fuck-... Embarrassingly soon.” You gently reached up and caressed his cheeks in your hands. Darting your eyes between his, your eyes swelled with emotion as he sunk more of himself into you. 

“There is-... ah-... nothing to be embarrassed about, my love,” you whimpered, your brows furrowing as you took more of him into you. Only managing to sink a third of his cock within you, he slowly raised you up with one hand before sinking you back down. You had never felt more full in your life, your body stuffed beyond your maximum capacity by his quivering shaft. 

“I-I’m g-gonna cum,” he confessed in a husky growl, sleeving as much of himself within you as you could take. “I-I’m cumming. I’m-...hhah-... I’m cumming.” His motions became more feral, more beastly as he chased his high in your body. You winced while mewling a few cries, feeling his blunt tip almost break past the barrier of your cervix and breach your womb. 

To stifle your cry, you lunged forward and claimed his lips in a desperate and searing kiss. His eyes grow wide in shock, immediately exploding his sticky release deep within your body beneath the bathwater. Ribbons of his pearlescent release spurted from his small slit and hit you with such force internally it left you breathless. 

He removed his hand from your shoulder, joining the other on your hips and bucked up into you. Focussing on your lips, he closed his eyes and groaned his relief into your lips. Coasting through the waves of ecstasy, he continued a staggered staccato of rhythmic bucks in shallow thrusts. 

The slosh of water spilled over the sides of the bath and splashed onto the floor around you. You rotated your chin, mouthing at his lips and attempting to relay onto him the emotions you had suppressed for so long. With his cock still sheathed within you, he focussed entirely on your lips with his own. 

His kiss was soft and gentle, his teeth unintentionally grazing your skin with each soft turn and tip of his lips. As you attempted to withdraw from his lips, he chased you and groaned at the absence. 

“One more,” he mumbled, his chest rising from the water and lips falling against yours, “Just one more.” You giggled against his lips, granting him a lengthier and more desperate kiss. The force of your faces colliding had your nose scrunch affectionately against his own. His lips smiled against you, humming dopily and breathily against your lips. 

Twin smiles reflected in each other’s lips, finally feeling the unity between you both as spouses. He slowly retracted his cock from your walls, continuing to move his lips dotingly against your own in an apologetic oscillation. You whined into his lips, your heart jumping to your chest with how much you truly loved him.

You attempted to pull away from his lips to gaze into your lover’s face, only for him to purr a soft growl of disapproval from the partition once more. He pecked your lips with a soft kiss to stamp you with his affection before allowing you to finally part from him.

He stroked your hair, his eyelids dancing with a soft flutter of his eyelashes. His expression was a combination of true sorrow and repentance. Feeling the remnants of the pollen finally flee from his system and have his true nature return to him had his regrets showcased on his features.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” he whispered carefully, “Not like that. I could’ve broken you, or something more sinister.” He tilted his chin away and broke his eye contact from your face.

“But you didn’t,” you whisper, collecting his cheek in your palm and gently coaxing his face back to meet yours. He turns his head and gazes apologetically into your eyes and pressed his lips to your palm.

“Forgive me,” he asked in a voice just above a whisper, closing his eyes and leaning forward to brush his forehead with yours. You meet his head and close your own eyes shut in response. 

“There is nothing to forgive, my love,” you whisper in a similar cadence before quirking up your eyebrow at him, “Unless what you’re apologizing for is not claiming me sooner,” you pull away and smirk at him with a mischievous grin, “In which case, I don’t think I can forgive you for that.” Katakuri froze, his body tingling at your confession.

“Then please tell me what I can do to make up for my maltreatment of your needs,” he smiled with half-lidded lashes and leaned up in your embrace, “I am desperate to know,” You leaned down, your chest now lining up with his chin from your position on his lap, while your eyes held more sultry mischief within.

“I can think of a few things,” you whisper affectionately down at him, “But I think I might need a little time to recover before we begin your apology from being properly received.” A soft rumble reverberated in Katakuri’s chest, swelling into a growl in his smile. 

“I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you,” he whispered in response before collecting your lips beneath his in another soft kiss.

[kitasgloves]

— ♬ NSFW

Imagine NAKAHARA CHUUYA giving you bedroom eyes across the table during a meeting with all the executives in the Port Mafia. The way his gaze was lidded and dark while he subtly fixed his focus on you during the entire time. You watch him humming and nodding, pretending to listen and understand whatever is being discussed. With how his eyes were blatantly undressing you, it made you squirm in your seat and clench your thighs involuntarily.

"[Name]-chan"

Suddenly, the voice of Dazai Osamu from beside you pulled you out of your thoughts. You blinked and looked at the brunette, he grinned at you and poked your cheek.

"You seem to be focusing on something else other than the meeting"

He teases and you break into a sweat. Your eyes slid back to Chuuya and noticed how he was immediately glaring daggers at Dazai. You gulped and let out a nervous laugh.

"...Was it that obvious?"

"Uh-huh. I'm wondering what's got that pretty mind of yours distracted"

Dazai smirks down at you and you can feel his hand on your knee, slowly rubbing your skin. You open your mouth but turn away, hiding your flushed face. You were afraid to see what expression was on Chuuya's face now. You tried to remove Dazai's hand on your knee, but he stubbornly brought it back, even trailing it higher to your thigh.

As soon as the meeting was done, you felt a firm grip on your arm as it dragged you to the nearest restroom. You gasped when you realized that Chuuya had dragged you and he did not look happy. He pushes you into one of the stalls and locks it behind him. You winced when he grabbed your jaw.

"Why the hell is Dazai talking to you, huh?"

He grits his teeth and smiles darkly at you.

"It was nothing"

"Nothing, huh? I can see his fucking hand crawling up your leg during the meeting!"

The gravity manipulator snarls at you. The relationship between you and Chuuya has been kept a secret for months during your time in the Port Mafia. So far, nobody has ever known what was going on between you and him. Not even Dazai. And Chuuya would love to keep it that way. He hated when Dazai was meddling in his personal life. However, it pissed him off whenever the bandaged freak was trying to make a move on you. The mafioso wasn't inherently possessive but seeing Dazai constantly hit on you in his presence while he can't do anything about it since he values his secret relationship with you, made his blood boil.

"Were you letting that bastard touch you?"

"No! I keep removing his hand but—"

"That fucking mackerel"

Chuuya hissed. You whimpered and avoided his gaze; he growls at this and crashes his lips against yours. His hand trails down to wrap it around your neck while your hands fly to grab his hair. The kiss was filled with heat and urgency. The executive presses you against the wall as his free hand goes to grab your breasts. You moan into the kiss as your hands go down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

Dazai sighed as he entered the restroom. He realizes that one of the stalls is occupied but he can hear the faint sound of groaning. A smirk rises on his lips.

"Chuuya, are you in there?"

Dazai knocked on the stall. Both you and Chuuya froze before sharing a panicked look. You were settled half-naked on the toilet, legs spread while the gravity manipulator's dick deep in you. Chuuya pauses mid-thrust as he holds his breath.

"The fuck you want, Dazai?"

"Ha! I knew it was you! Watcha doing? Taking a fat shit?"

Dazai laughed and leaned against the bathroom stall. Chuuya grits his teeth as he signals for you to keep quiet. You nod your head as your hand creeps up to cover your mouth.

"Leave me the fuck alone, bastard"

"You sound like you're struggling while shitting, want me to help?"

"Fuck off!"

In genuine frustration of being annoyed by Dazai's unexpected presence, Chuuya's hips unintentionally buck forward making you go cross-eyed. You pressed your hand against your lips, hoping a noise won't slip out.

"Hey Chuuya, don't you think [Name] looks very pretty today?"

You watched as Chuuya's eyes landed on yours, a devilish grin appeared on his features and your heart skipped a beat. The gravity manipulator continues to languidly thrust in and out of you. The feeling of his cock delicately stretching your walls and hitting the deepest parts of you made you drool.

"Why should I care about that?"

"She was pretty distracted during the meeting, and she looked cute when I caught her"

Dazai giggled. Chuuya's grin grows bigger as he stares down at you. His pace was slowly picking up speed and you felt like you could barely hold back a whimper.

"You got a stupid crush on her or something?"

"Yeah, she's hot. I kinda of wish she would let me hit"

"Oh? Well maybe she's not into a bandage wasting machine"

"As if she'd be interested in a midget like you!"

Dazai raised a brow when Chuuya barked out a laugh. That's odd, usually the gravity manipulator would snarl at him, kick down the door, and then strangle him. Meanwhile, Chuuya was hooking both of your legs over his shoulder before thrusting deep into you, his cockhead kissing your cervix. Your eyes rolled back as his thrusts turned faster, rendering you breathless and speechless. The mafioso couldn't hold back his condescending chuckle.

"You don't know her at all, stupid mackerel"

"Huh? What makes you think you know anything about [Name]?"

The brunette crossed his arms. Chuuya smiles wickedly down at you when he brutally thrusts forward, his hips slapping against your ass with a resonating smack as a choked moan escapes your lips. Dazai freezes and merely doubles over. He blinks once, twice, before stepping back from the stall. His eyes trailed down at the bottom of the stall, his eyes narrowed when he could only see Chuuya's feet with his pants down to his ankles, and he was certainly not taking a shit on the toilet.

"Hey, Chuuya—"

"What makes you think that you, Dazai, know anything about her?"

Chuuya kept his eyes on you as he watched you getting closer to your release with the way he was deeply fucking into your sopping cunt. Oh no, he was no longer hiding the fact he was fucking you in the stall. To hell with it! Who the fuck cares if he's banging you? Plus, he's tired of stupid Dazai trying to get in your pants.

You wanted to get mad at Chuuya with how embarrassing the situation was and how he essentially exposed your carefully concealed relationship with him. But he was pounding your pussy so good that you can't help but curl your toes and arch your back. Dazai stood motionless as he processed the sound of skin slapping against each other violently on the inside of the stall. He could hear the sound of Chuuya panting and your gasps and moans slowly picking up volume.

"Shit! I'm fucking close!"

The mafioso digs his nails against your thighs as he thrusts erratically inside of you. He watches with a smirk when you throw your head back and moan loudly. Chuuya brings you to your orgasm when his hand reaches down to rub delicious circles on your clit.

"Oh fuck—Chuuya—!"

You whine as your jaw goes slack. Chuuya hisses when your walls clamp down around him during your release. It didn't take long for him to cum. With one, two, and three thrusts, you can feel Chuuya's warm cum painting your walls.

Dazai's throat went dry. Did he just fucking listen to Chuuya fucking you? Fuck, he hated how it made his pants go tight. The sound of the stall door creaking open catches the brunette's attention. The air from Dazai's lungs gets violently knocked out at the sight that awaited him. Chuuya was grinning proudly at him with his cock out as he held the door wide open. The brunette's eyes zeroed at you, fucked absolutely dumb on the toilet with your legs spread open and with Chuuya's cum leaking out of your cunt in display for Dazai.

I'm back with the horny guys

[jobean12-blog]

Making Time

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader (CEO!Bucky AU)

Word Count: 1,601

Summary: You're busy, your husband is busy but there's always time to play.

Author's Note: Just a little something fun. Life has been busy lately and it was just making me think of how hard it is to find time for the extra special things and sometimes you have to get creative haha! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always!❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics Thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: there's always the softness there, teasing, tension, masturbation (f), car sex, a curse or three

“Mr. Barnes, your wife is here to see you.”

Bucky stands behind his large mahogany desk and runs a hand along his jaw.

“Send her in.”

You walk through the door with a flourish and a smile.

“Hi Buck,” you sing.

“Doll face,” he greets, his smile playful as it teases his lips. “Missed me that much?”

He calls you over with a crook of his finger and pulls you in a for a kiss.

“Always,” you whisper against his lips. “You’ve been working late every night this week and we haven’t had lunch once!”

You pout but he kisses it off your lips.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t meet you today. This new account is a real pain in my ass.”

His fingers gently stroke your cheek before pressing under your chin to hold your face to his for more kisses.

“I know,” you say, “I brought you some food and thought we could at least spend our lunch hour together.”

You plop the takeout bag on the corner of his desk and then slip around him to sit in his leather chair.

He turns and leans back against the desk, studying you. Just as he’s about to say something his phone rings. He reaches for it, answering with an indifferent “yes.”

With a nod he starts speaking into the phone, clearly talking about this new ‘pain in the ass’ account. His jaw tenses and his fingers tighten around the receiver showing his clear annoyance over the disruption.

You cross your legs, and his eyes track the movement, lingering before he motions for you to stand.

He reaches forward, pen poised between his finger and thumb, and uses the tip to lift the hem of your skirt.

It’s slow and deliberate and when he sees the lace of your stockings and the garter belt his eyes widen.

They move up your body, darkening as they travel, and your heart begins to beat faster.

“No, no,” he says sternly into the phone. “Nothing like that…”

You fall back into his chair and spread your legs, hiking the skirt up to your hips.

“Yes, I understand,” he says, his voice deeper and slightly hoarse now.

Your fingertips trace the lines of the garter, along your bare skin to the silk of your panties.

“Yes,” he continues into the phone, eyes locked on your every move.

You throw him a false saccharine smile and pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you push your panties aside and run two fingers along your wet skin.

He coughs and grabs his water, taking a large sip.

“That’s fine, Steve. We can work with that timeline.”

The plastic bottle crushes under the weight of his grip, and your smile turns devilish. You begin moving your fingers, your eyes falling closed and head dropping back against the chair.

You imagine his long fingers doing the work, touching you, grabbing your hips. A tiny moan escapes, and you think about his taut arm muscles, strained and flexing as he moves his fingers inside you…his eyes, dark and pleading.

You look up to see them exactly as that, his gaze drifting from your face to the hand between your legs. His hungry expression moves back to your face, and he watches you fall apart with his name on your parted lips.

It’s overwhelming and unsatisfying: you need it to be his touch.

At some point, he ended the call, and now your heavy breathing is too loud for the quiet room as he sits across from you on the desk, his free hand gripping the edge so hard his knuckles are turning white.

“Fuck doll,” he growls. “Look what you do to me.”

He adjusts himself in his pants and you see the straining outline of his cock pressed along the tight fabric.

You grin and start to straighten yourself out.

“Pretty sure I just did that to myself…”

His eyes sparkle and he lifts his brows. “Should have been me.”

“Obviously. And now our lunch is over, and I have to go back to work.”

You stand and smooth down your skirt.

“Like hell you’re goin’ back to work,” he whisper shouts.

Your only response is to grab his tie and yank his lips down to yours before you walk through his door and down the hall, your heels clicking until you disappear onto the elevator. His loud, “fuck!” the last thing you hear.

The moment you step off the elevator you have a text from him.

“I’m picking you up at work. Five sharp. And I don’t want to hear shit about it.”

You smile but don’t respond, shoving your phone back into your bag and heading out through the double doors to your own office building.

It’s five on the dot and you look out your office window, noticing the sleek black car that pulls up right in front. Deciding to take your time, you tidy up your desk and gather your things, stepping out to meet him at about eight minutes after five.

“You’re late,” Bucky says when he gets out to hold the door open for you.

With a demure shrug you slide into the seat and watch him breeze around the car. He doesn’t drive away from the curb, and you look over to see his nostrils flared.

“Aren’t you going to take me home?”

“Get in the backseat.”

You blink several times and stare.

“What?”

“You heard me. Get in the backseat. Now.”

He reaches over to unbuckle the seatbelt for you, waiting with heated eyes for you to do as you’re told.

“You want to play doll. We’ll play.”

You smirk and start to climb over the middle console to the plush and spacious leather seats in the back. He lands a hard smack to your ass when you pass by, and you let out a squeal as you fall against the soft material.

He pushes through the middle, his tie hanging loosely in the air, and you grab it, pulling him on top of you. With a growl he kisses you, rough and without patience. He wastes no time pulling your shirt free of your skirt and ripping the buttons apart until it falls open to reveal your lacy bra.

“All day. All fucking day,” he murmurs.

“All day what?” you sass against his lips as you work open his pants.

“I’ve been hard and thinking about nothing else but burying myself between your legs.”

His hands wander over your skin, and he slips them under your skirt, pushing it up to your hips and then tracing the delicate little ribbons on the edge of your stockings.

You pull his chest to yours and kiss him, long and deep, gaining more urgency with every inch of skin uncovered.

You rip his shirt from his pants and explore the skin over his ribs, the sharp definition of muscle at his hips, and the soft trail of hair that disappears into his boxer briefs.

He groans into your mouth and deftly unhooks your garter belt, peeling your panties down and spreading your legs.

Pulling your leg forward you push him back and off you, sitting up so you can shove him against the seat back and straddle his lap.

With frantic hands you reach down and take him between your fingers, guiding his cock into you. Your eyes close as you slowly slide down every thick inch of him.

“Oh my god,” you moan.

You start to ride him, the pain of his rough fingertips on your hips only fueling you on. His sounds of pleasure are muffled between your breasts, and he pulls one bra cup down to close his mouth around your hardened nipple.

Your palm hits the dark tinted window and slides down from the condensation, but your hips don’t falter, and you hear him moan out your name.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep that up doll.”

He lifts you off him and roughly throws you down onto the seat. Pushing your legs apart he thrusts back in and picks one of your legs up over his shoulder.

“Oh fuck, yes.”

“Yeah doll?”

He smirks down at you and reaches out to grip the door frame and uses it for leverage, pushing deeper.

“Is this how you like it? This is what you get for showin’ up in my office and teasing me like that.”

“No,” you sass back and lift your hips to meet his. “I like it harder Bucky.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs.

The windows are completely fogged and your slick skin slides along the leather seats. You watch as his body strains with effort, the tendons in his neck pulled tight and you slip your legs off his shoulders, tugging all his weight on top of you, pleading over and over for more.

“Anything,” he growls. “I’ll give you anything.”

Your nails dig into his back, and you cry out his name. He swears, loud and deep and stutters above you.

With a satisfied sigh he collapses, burying his face in your neck. You can’t resist running your hands through his hair, feeling his heart race against your chest. You lay there together in the cramped space, breathing each other in until he lifts his head and your eyes lock.

“I love you baby,” he whispers against your lips.

“Love you too Buck.”

“Come on,” he says, gently helping you up and fixing what he can of your clothing. His touch is a soft caress, and you lean into it.

“Let’s get you home doll. I’ll make dinner and then you can be my dessert.”

[bunnys-kisses]

Can I get a sausage roll and crostata, with coffee, a vodka shot and a vitamin water with Max Verstappen! (I already submitted but forgot to hit anonymous pls use this one lol)

bakery menu!

want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu, there's tons of things to choose from! i hope you find something you like, orders can be big or small, it's up to you! as for this lovely anon, i briefly saw both your messages and i was like "wow two people want the exact same thing at the same time", but don't worry! your off-anon message has been deleted! but thank you!!

sausage roll ("i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt.") + crostata (“stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”) + vodka shot (rough sex) + vitamin water (dom/sub dynamic) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, rough sex, dom/sub dynamic, semi-public sex, parking garage sex, mild choking, panty gag, car hood sex, quiet sex, clothed sex

you once joked with max that the best necklace you could ever own was his hand around your throat. that line buried its way into max's mind and never let go.

the sight of you, under total ownership of him. you were a bratty sub, you liked to kick your legs like a horse so to speak. you ran your mouth like a motor and got your sick kicks out of standing toe to toe with him. even though he was the dom in this little game, it didn't mean you were going to take it lying down.

to those in the restaurant, you two looked like the perfect couple. the champion of f1 and the woman he held so dear. the front of your shoe rubbed up against the side of his ankle.

"behave." he warned.

he tried to order your usually and you simply said, "i don't want that." then ordered yourself. then you refused to drink the expensive wine he had ordered for your table. once again, bucking against him. why it was a little amusing at first, the act grew tired quite quickly.

and after dinner, in the quiet parking garage. max kept his grip on you, he said in your ear as you entered the garage, "you think this is a joke, don't you? forget all the rules i've given you."

you giggled, "well yeah, if i followed them all the time. then you'd get bored."

he took you by the back of the next and looked at you. even in the low lighting of the garage you could see the intensity in his gaze. he replied, "no, i'll have peace of mind."

you stuck your tongue out cheekily, "simp." then tried to scamper off towards the car, but max's grip on your neck was a little tighter. he held you still against him, you could feel his erection in his jeans. you swallowed, this meant trouble.

“stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.” he said, "gluttony isn't a good look on your, my treasure... or i guess you're my slut. stupid little thing." then gave your throat a squeeze before he practically dragged you to the car and got you up against the side of the hood.

you collided with the metal of the body and whimpered, that was going to leave a bruise on your elbows come more. thankfully the garage was near dead quiet and the dim lighting left you hidden.

he pushed up the skirt of your dress and took your panties off. you always forgot how strong max was, years of training and driving have left him enough strength to rip those panties off of you.

you heard the ripped of fabric and you were about to make a comment before the fabric was stuffed in your mouth and max held your jaw close around it.

"you keep these safe, alright?"

you tried to say something but the fabric muffled your voice into gibberish. max's large hands groped your ass with your skin exposed to the air.

"i give you everything." max said, "the world and all the stars. the shirt off my back and all the love in my heart. all i ask is that you're good for me." he undid his belt, the sound of the metal sent a shiver though you.

he stroked his cock a little bit, he admired the sight of you over his car. he couldn't waste too much time, but allowed himself to indulge in the pathetic sight of you. as much as you snapped your canines at him, you'd always be his pretty sub.

"i wonder how much i could get for photos of this cunt." he wondered absently before he pressed his cock up against your pussy, "snap a few photos." he rubbed his aching cock up against you more, further pressing you into the car. "i bet you'd love that. formula one's little whore. max verstappen's little fuck toy. wear it with honor like you do all of my bruises."

he was quick to get his cock into you. little formalities or tenderness. if you just behaved then maybe he would've afforded you that. but for now you were just something he owned. like the dress you wore, the meal you had and the luxury car you were pressed up against.

"you look so good under me." he said, "you know how to take me so well. so why do you misbehave? why do you sit there and act like a brat. you are so greedy."

you whimpered as you tried to find some way to leverage yourself on top of the shiny car hood. everything screamed wealth and a sick perverted desire. you two played this sexual cat and mouse and it excited you to no end.

max was a good dom however, he cared for you so deeply. but, you two had an agreement so he of course had to pushed you down against the hood his car and move against you.

you both had to keep it quiet. you could feel the rush of being so out in the public. slightly hidden away as max thrusted into you. your nails dragged across the paint of the hood. you tried to keep your noises to a minimum, but it was hard when you felt your insides get twisted in knots.

"see, this is how i like you. you look prettier like this. under me, gagged and letting me split you in two." he kissed at the side of your face, his slight facial hair tickled your face and made you nipples grow hard.

you felt your hips hit against the metal of the car and your pussy clenched around his length. you felt hot all over, the heat pooled deep in your gut.

the wet sounds of your fucking could be heard alongside his heavy pants. your mouth felt dry due to drooling all over the panties in your mouth. you eventually rested your cheek against the car hood.

his licked his lips as he admired the sight of your back. he made a note later to leave marks across your skin. he wanted you to remember tonight. the lesson he was trying to teach.

he demanded you to be a good girl, a good sub for him. he worked a lot and he didn't need more stress thinking that his sub was misbehaving. he knew it was possible. even if you had a bit of a bratty streak.

"good girl. see."

you whimpered and exhaled through your nose. you tensed up and arched your back. your breathing was heavy pants as you felt your heartbeat throb in the back of your head.

the rush of the possibility being of being caught only added another layer of a hot need in you. you wanted to say something to max, but he wanted you gagged and quiet.

max gave a few more heavy thrusts. your forehead was placed against the metal of the car. you felt like a live wire. you whined something around the makeshift gag. your back arched further as you came around his cock.

he then reached for your neck and held onto it tightly. you groaned a little louder, your brain felt like a puddle as he kept that pussy of yours occupied. subby sluts like you always demanded more, more, more.

he kept you pinned down and fucked you. it didn't take long for him to finish as well. he pressed his entire weight onto you, keeping you down as he finished inside of you. the pathetic noise you made only riled him up in his post-orgasmic bliss.

but sadly he couldn't get another round in with you. someone was going to come looking for their car soon and max didn't need his face in the tabloids. he pulled down your dress over your ass and let his cum leak down your thigh.

the panties were taken out of your mouth and thrown to the floor before he got you into the car and got out of the garage. his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

he knew a good place that was right near the water, where he could have a little more time taking his beloved sub apart then piece you back together. maybe then you'll remember, max was in charge. <3

[fckmebarnes]

imagine lawyer bucky having you under his desk sucking his cock and playing with his cock while he has meeting or important phone calls

note; this turned out way longer than i expected it too!!! i’ve been thinking of lawyer!bucky a lot and i need him more in my life so…maybe ill add him to my universe <3

minors dni! 18+ smut. cockwarming, bucky fucks you while on a call, he ties ur wrists, he’s just kinky ok. i need him

i’ve been thinking about this lately :(

you keep his cock warm with your mouth - he knows this and you know this. it’s what you’re best at when you come with him at work.

he doesn’t normally bring you along - you’re a distraction. he knows it and you know it. you use it to your advantage to get what you want.

and you always get what you want.

that’s how you’re in this position now, knees against the shaggy tan carpet, hunched over bucky’s lap. you’re completely naked, except the underwear he made you keep on just so the toy he pushed snug in your cunt that morning while you were asleep - stays in.

his desk shielded you, no one would know you were under there. the wooden oak desk was one of bucky’s prized possessions after he opened his firm.

“it was my fathers,” you remembered him telling you, watching as he trailed one of his flesh fingers down the dark oak. you knew it was important to him, and it made you feel special he allowed you this close to it.

your mouth, however, was preoccupied with bucky’s cock shoved down your throat. he was on a business call? you heard his voice try to not grunt with great effort as your tongue moved on its own accord. it traced the small outlines of the veins of his dick, making him grip your hair harshly.

he leaned back in his chair just enough to see your eyes looking up up him with the most innocent face he had ever seen your face adorn.

he wanted to ruin it.

he took his metal hand and brought it up to his faces, resting his pointer finger against his pink plush lips.

“shhh..” you only groaned in response as you felt his hips buck up, his metal hand flying for your hair and digging his fingers deep. he tugged onto you, the tip of his cock hitting the back your throat as he cleared his.

“gentlemen, i know we have to come to some type of settlement, surely?” his voice was i wavered, as if he wasn’t fucking the shit out of your mouth at the same exact time.

you heard some response above you, meaning the phone was just above your head. you felt your cunt throb at the thought of them being able to hear you get throat fucked.

“o can’t do another trial. i’d have to file an adjournment request for it and i just don’t have the time.” he looked down at you as he said that, his hands being very full at the moment.

your hands were gripping his clothes thighs. he only wanted to pull himself out through the zipper of his slacks. he had some class.

grunting at a particular harsh thrust, he leaned over to mute the call before pulling you out from under the desk, ultimately emptying your mouth of his cock.

you whines in response, and he just chuckled as he bent you over the desk, slapping your ass harshly with his right hand. his metal one snaked up your spine, fluttering touches against your skin making you break out in goosebumps and soft whine escaped your lips.

“i’m going to unmute this call, and when i do - my cock is going to be buried deep in this sweet pussy,” he paused, his metal hand finding the nape of your neck as your elbows dig into the cool wooden oak, your hips pressing against the edge surely to leave a mark.

but you didn’t care. you wanted to remember this moment.

the one where he had his legs in between yours to knock them spread wider, your cunt glistening and soaked just from being his desk pet and sucking his cock alone. he knew how needy you got, he knew you would keep begging and begging under you couldn’t take it anymore.

and he loved it.

he undid his belt fully now, pushing his slacks and boxers down as your back was arched perfectly for him. he took his shit jacket off the back of his chair and folded it up enough to create a cushion before positioning it under your head as a pillow.

“hands behind your back, princess.” his voice was low making your shiver, and you heard the metal clink behind you.

fuck.

he grabbed your wrists as soon as you laid your head down on the make shift jacket pillow and sighed as he tightened the belt comfortably around your wrists.

“you look so pretty like this, baby. spread open wide for me while on a call. you love this, don’t you?” you nodded, biting your lip before being brought back to the moment when you heard bucky’s name being called from the speaker across the desk from your face.

“james? you there?“ he leaned over, the tip of his cock pushing into your cunt as he leaned over the entirety of you to unmute the call. this had him bottom out fully into you.

“still here, sorry about that. look, tell you what - i’ll withdraw my motion,” he stood back up enough to pull his cock out of your cunt all the way, admiring the way you looked bent over and bare for him. “if you get your client to at least send his discovery.” he pushed back in easily, your slick collected at the base of his cock as he pumped in and out of you with ease.

you listen to the men grovel to each other again as bucky out the call back on mute and grilled your hips harshly before slamming into you.

“such a good girl, you know that? staying quiet while my dick is deep inside your pussy. you’re fucking soaked, you know that?” he grinned as you let out a moan, his cock twitching at the sound.

“you sound so good baby, keep making those pretty noises. it’s music to my fucking ears.” he groaned as you moaned again, his metal hand wrapping around your waist to find your clit and pressing his thumb firmly.

“bucky,” you whined gently, biting your lip and looking at him with the most innocent and naive eyes you could give him.

“awe, what is it, doll? you want me to touch your swollen clit?” you nodded as he started slow circles, his cock still deep inside of you and stretching you out so much you were borderline cock drunk.

“please i..” you let out a moan as he pushed harder, your cunt pulsing around his cock with each stroke.

“beg for it.” his voice was deep and direct, sending a tingle right to your core. he felt it as soon as you clenched around him, tears pricking your eyes as the men continued to bicker.

“please bucky, please fuck me..! i need it so bad i..” you felt his right hand push your face further into the suit jacket as he moaned your name, feeling his cock twitch as your cunt pulsed. his thumb went in fast circles, making your toes curl and your stomach tighten.

“go on baby,” he groaned as he heard his name again and unmuted the call. “i don’t know, honestly. i can have my legal assistant take a look at my calendar.” he muted again before continuing his assault on your clit.

“cum for me, show me how much you want it. how much you need my cock.” you moaned loudly, biting your lip and felt a heat rise to your cheeks. your eyes kept trained on bucky’s his chest heaving and those stupid dog tags peaking through his unbuttoned dress shirt clinking against his chest.

you couldn’t speak as soon as you felt your orgasm hit, your cunt clenching his cock and your fingernails digging into your pals as your body went limp a giant the desk. it felt like heavy, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin mixed with each others fluids.

his moans as he kissed up your back and leant over your body with his as you felt his cock twitch and instantly filled to the brim. his lips kissed the shell of your ear with the breathy moan.

“you’re so good to me, baby.” he whispers gently against your ear, his breathing slowing as he sat up and leaned back.

he pulled his cock from your drippy cunt just enough to see his cum spilling out of you. he chuckled before leaning over and undoing the belt from your wrists

he rubbed them with his cool metal hand before pulling you up and into his lap, taking his suit jacket with him and you bottoming out on his cock once again.

“keep my cock warm while i settle this case, okay baby?”

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Interrupted- Drew Starkey

Request by @wpdailyminimeta! I have actually saved a few of her requests so there will be more 💜

Summary - Drew comes home from work, getting interrupted while riding him.

Warnings - Sexual Intercourse, oral, choking, language. 18+

Drew has been away filming for 6 weeks; this was his first consecutive 4 days off since he started, it had been tough on the both of you. He was on the first flight home the moment filming stopped. He surprised you as you lounged on the couch reading a book, the sound of his key in the lock had you sprinting to the door, throwing your body onto his, his arm gripped you tightly to his body while juggling his luggage with his free hand.

“God, I bloody missed you” you mumbled against his lips, dropping his bag on the floor, slamming the door closed with his foot. He walked the two of you over to the couch, laying you down against the cushion. His body hovered over yours, you chased his lips pushing yourself up on your elbows. “I missed you” he smiled as you mouth caught his lower lip, grazing your teeth against his lip and pulled him down against you.

“I will ask you all about filming but right now I really need your cock” you announced, giving him your best puppy eyes. His chest vibrated against yours as he laughed loudly at your honesty. “Drew!” you whined, kissing down his jaw and sucking at the skin of his neck. Your legs wrap around his waist pulling his groin against yours. “My needy little baby” he whispered, grinding his hips into yours.

You whine when he pulls away, watching him intently as he pulls his t-shirt over his head, your fingers danced across his chest and down to his abs. Looping your fingers into his belt hoops and smashing your lips to his, your tongues meshed together messily as his hand slid under your t shirt, a delighted groan escapes him when his fingers meet your bare breast.

He slid down your body, pushing your t-shirt up until it sat under your chin. His lips kissed your stomach slowly, eyes never leaving yours as he made his way up your body. Covering your hard nipples with his mouth, sucking harshly. “Missed your mouth” you mumbled, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he worked on both your breasts. “What else?” he questioned, he helps you pull your shirt off and begins pulling your shorts down your legs along with your panties.

“Your fingers... missed your fingers” you groans, gasping when he pushes your knees apart, exposing your soaked core. He all but growls at the sight of your crying cunt, he squeezes your thighs and slides his hand towards your pussy. Your body jolts from the cushion when he runs a finger through your folds, a cry leaves your lips. “And?”.

“fuck… Drew… I- I missed your tongue” you stutter, his eyes meet yours and he dips his body low. You gnaw on your lower lip to hide your moan, watching intently as he drops his tongue and takes a rough lick between your lips. “fuck” He growls, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against his tongue.

His movements are ruthless, he devours your pussy like it’s his last meal. His nose nudges at your swollen clit as his tongue teases your opening, his mouth moves away from your hole up towards your clit and sucking harshly. Your body arches from the couch, pushing the back of your head into the cushions. His hand slides from your hip up to your stomach to push you back down, your fingers claw at his arm. “Jesus Christ! OH GOD!!”.

“Not god baby, just me” he mumbles pushing two fingers deep inside of you, you cry out from the intrusion, but your hips have a mind of their own and buck against him. “Please Drew, I need you” you beg, pushing at the top of his head as your orgasm begins to spread from your toes. “Cum first” he orders, he doesn’t let up his movements.

His tongue sucks and his fingers fuck you roughly, your nails scratch harshly at his scalp. Hips bouncing of the couch chasing the high. Your toes curl and eyes squeeze shut, pleasure floods your veins, and a sweat develops on your skin. “HOLY SHIT… YE-YES!”.

“That’s it baby girl, come all over these fingers” He whispers, lapping up the arousal that flows out of you. He doesn’t let up his movements until your body falls back onto the couch and shivers violently from the orgasm. “Such a good girl, taste so fucking good” he states, with hooded eyes you watch as his sucks on his fingers, cleaning himself up.

“I missed you so damn much” you choked, pushing him to sit against the couch and straddling him. You didn’t even realise he had removed his pants, hard girthy cock laying against his stomach. His eyes followed your every movement, your thumb rubbing the precum around his pink tip. “Missed this cock the most though” you giggled, sucking on the pad of your thumb tasting the saltiness of him.

“Yeah? I bet you did… my good girl probably touched herself thinking about it inside her sweet tight cunt” He growled, stomach clenching when your fingers wrapped around his shaft. You give him soft tugs, his mouth dropping open and head falling back. “Mhmm, used my vibrator thinking about how your cock has me choking and sobbing every time it’s inside me” You whisper into his ear, kissing along his cheek and hovering over his lips.

His eyes are dark and hooded, his hand reaches between you and engulfs your throat. Squeezing harshly, bringing your lips to his. He bites your lower lip and pulls on it softly, your voice is stuck in your throat, but you so badly want to tell him what a good boy he is. “Sit on my cock now” he ordered; his free hand holds the base of his cock.

The grip on your throat is strong enough to stop you from looking between the both of you, he lets you guide your hips up. The tip of his cock nudges at your opening, he doesn’t let you move though. Teasing your opening with his tip. “I want you to go slow” he states, his eyes are looking at where your about to meet. You nod your head, and he lets you drop down; your legs shake as you force yourself to move slowly.

“fuck… how is it possible you feel tighter” He groans, his cock throbs as you move down. Your pussy eats him as slow as you can go until he’s buried deep inside of you. “don’t move”.

Your brain feels fuzzy, walls pulsating around him as you force yourself to stay still. “please” you whine, you clench around him, and he grips your throat tighter. “Okay baby, show me how much you missed me” He whispers, kissing your lips again. His fingers don’t leave your throat though, squeezing every time you clench around him. You’re bouncing on him hard, your pussy wept for him soaking him with your arousal.

Breathy moans and curse words bounce of the walls of the living room. “Faster y/n” Drew orders, he drops his fingers from your throat and grips your hips. He is helping you bouncer faster; your tits bounce wildly but he’s watching your face. Loving the way, it screws up when your getting closer to climax. He notices the spec of blood that seeps from the small cut on your lower lip that you must have just done. His palm holds your face, pointing you to look down at him.

Your eyes are half closed and your mouth open, his thumb brushes your lower lip to rid the blood. His lips chase yours and your tongues explore one another’s. “I-I’m close” You mumble, the familiar sensation chases you ruthlessly. He nods his head and pushes himself deeper, toying with your clit he helps you reach that high. “You first” he groans, his own orgasm spreads through his lower stomach.

Your so close that when the door to the house opens and your best friend steps through the threshold in complete shock of the two of you, you don’t even stop your movements. She let's out a shriek and you look at her and roll your eyes, looking back at Drew when goes to stop you and glare down at him.

“I am sorry but I’m not stopping so get out or I will kill you” You state, Drew stares at you partially shocked and turned on. His fingers grip you hard when he feels your walls flutter around him and presses his forehead into your chest.

You hear a grumble and the door close and you’re immediately coming hard and fast, your orgasm is so intense your vision all but blacks out and you’re screaming above him. Strings of curse words spew from your lips; buzzing goes off in your ear drums. You’re trembling above him when he reaches his own orgasm and shoots his load deep inside of you, you can’t breathe or speak.

It's silent for a few moments while you both regain your breaths. “Missed me that much hey?” Drew jokes, kissing your shoulder. Both your chests rise and fall harshly, and you let out a strained laugh. “Yeah, I did”.

“Do you think we traumatised her?” He questioned, looking back towards the front door with a smile on his face. You let out a loud chuckle and shake your head. “Babe, this isn’t the first time she’s walked in on us.” You admit, his eyes widen at your words. “it’s better I don’t tell you”.

“Yeah, don’t tell him!’ Your best friends’ yells from behind the door and you look back down at Drew with a sheepish smile. “What! She’s my best friend”. It’s all but forgotten when your lips meet his again and your sure his cock is hardening inside of you. “Round two?”.

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[muzansfangs]

How they eat you out.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Urahara Kisuke x f!reader; Ichimaru Gin x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dom!aizen, dom!gin, dom!kisuke, sub!reader, oral sex (f!reader receiving), dirty talk, slight degradation kink, spanking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, praising kink;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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Sosuke Aizen.

When Aizen wants to eat you out he will specifically ask you to lay on your back and let him take the lead. How does he enjoy feasting on you? With your legs draped over his shoulders, his slender fingers gripping the plush of your thighs both to keep you in place and drive you mad. The cute whimpers leaving your mouth, as his tongue swirls around your bundle of nerves for the sake of his sadistic side, make him go nuts, albeit he would never let you know about it. You want more, your hips bucking up as breathy pleas roll out of your tongue, when Sosuke locks eyes with you.

“Beg” he huskily demands, his hot breath fanning your dripping heat.

Chest raising and falling erratically, you shoot a desperate glance at him, teary eyes boring into his dark ones, as you give up. Trying to front, or display difiance with him will only grant you hours of torture and you are in no position to endure more teasing from him. He is unbothered by your bratty attitude most of the times, his annoyance showed off in the way he drags out your orgasms only to let you utterly unsatisfied in the end.

“Please, please, Sosuke, make me come! I can’t take it anymore!” you whine out, your bottom lip wobbling as he grins up at you, his mouth leaving open-mouthed kisses down your inner thigh until he reaches your aching cunt.

“You are lucky I am in a good mood” he states, before his mouth dives back between your legs and his lips wrap around your throbbing clit.

You moan loudly, your back arching as you squeeze your eyes shut to focus on the heavenly sensation he is blessing you with. He sucks onto it, his fingers digging into your skin, and you are more than sure that tomorrow morning you are going to find bruises in the shape of his fingerprints on your thighs. But it is worth the pain, this pleasure is something only he can provide you.

When you gasp for the overstimulation, he dips his tongue into your core, his thumb reaching up to your clit and pressing onto it in circular motions. At this point, incoherent words leave your lips as you squirm and your toes curl. He does not even care about the fact that your legs are now squeezing his head.

Looking up at you from behind his dark eyelashes, Aizen replaces his tongue with his index and forefinger and curl them inside you, having no trouble in reaching that sensitive spongy spot within your inner walls. You squeal out in pleasure, your jaw going slack, as your body jolts up for the sudden stimulation.

“Let me taste you, darling. Let me drink from you” Sosuke murmurs, his voice soothing and contrasting with his lustful and lewd gestures.

You cannot retaliate, replying is impossible at this point. When his tongue begin to twirl around your abused clit again, while his fingers thrust in and out of you in a depraved melody of squelching sounds, it is time for you to give him what he wants.

You arch your back, sinful moans filling the room as your orgasm rips through you and Sosuke is quick to withdraw his fingers, now glistening in your essence. He leisurely sucks them clean, before lapping at your core so sensually your body twitches.

“You’re so beautiful, when you’re fucked out” he comments, kissing his way up your stomach until he hovers over your writhing frame.

When his hand reaches down to unbuckle his belt, you know he is far from being done with you.

Gin Ichimaru.

This man is a real menace. He loves giving you oral more than receiving. While he is prone to do it pretty much at any given occasion, he has a thing for bending you over his desk and eating you out from behind. No matter how you many times you try to object that it is degrading, he does not give a damn about it.

He loves the control he has over your body, his large, calloused and bony hands spread your rears as his tongue explores your core deeply, until you bang your fist onto the wooden desk and squirm around under his ministrations.

“Stop squirming, little girl, or I might have to give you a punishment” he chides you, lapping at your folds assiduously.

Sweat beads your forehead, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you whimper and, when he deliberately bites softly at your lips to earn a reaction from you, there is nothing that you can do but try to stand back up. Gin obviously sneers, his hands pushing you back down onto the desk as he delivers you a rather brutal spank. A cute yelp erupts from your throat, eyes widening even so slightly, as he slips his hand between your thighs to cup your sex.

“What a naughty little minx you are… What was that, huh? You are clearly asking for a punishment, you little masochist” Gin taunts you, smirking as his long fingers plung into your arching core without much of a warning.

You are dripping, your nails scraping the wooden surface of the desk as Gin watches the way your face scrunches up in shameful grimaces expressing your pleasure. It is not enough, he wants to really leave you thinking about this little session you are having for hours, before you are going back to work for your Captain.

“Gin! Fuck— Please, please, I can’t take it! I need t-to come” you beg him, as he kneels back behind you and pulls his fingers out of your entrance.

“Yes, you can. Now shut your pretty mouth and let me enjoy this pussy before you go back to Aizen” the Captain of the Third Division says, before delving his tongue into you and making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Your body is trembling, he can feel it, and the way your walls clamp down the tip of his tongue are a clear sign that you are close to your climax. A presumptuous smile gracing his thin lips, Gin does anything in his power to help you reach your climax. With a flick of his tongue, you scream out his name and the smirking snake below you is ready to collect your juices on his tongue.

Once he is done, he glances down at you and playfully spanks you again, leaning down towards your ear “Come on, let’s get you all cleaned up. I don’t want to hear Aizen complain about how messy you looked at the reunion” he teases you, earning a groan of frustration from you.

But, as much as you despise the way he drives you mad, Gin Ichimaru has elicited reactions from you no one has ever made you experience before.

“I’m coming” you whisper, standing back up for real this time.

“Again?” Gin jests, only for you to grasp a slipper and throw it at him.

Urahara Kisuke.

Listen to me. If he was about to die and he was granted one last wish, this man would be asking for someone to sit on his face. He enjoys, no, he adores eating you out. He could spend hours between your thighs, savoring your essence over and over again. But if you just sit on his face, he will not make you regret your choice. The way you whimper and cry out his name from up above makes him literally hard.

“Kisuke, gosh, that’s— ah!” you struggle to find proper words to describe the way he gradually making you crumble down at his feet. His tongue is relentless in the way it twirls and swirl around your bundle of nerves, or the way it hastily dips into your core to collect each and every drop of your juices not to let them go to waste.

“I know, kitten, I know… Just let this old shop-keeper lavish your pussy. I am so hungry, I swear” he whines, hands sprawled over your hips to help you keep your balance. While he is clearly in command, even if he apparently does not seem to have the upper hand, this lazy man might even ask you to help him in the said task.

“Ride my face, baby, come on” he rasps out, palming himself through his pants as you cannot help yourself but slowly start to move your hips at a sensual tempo.

He groans, eyes close as his lips, teeth and tongue work together to help you reach your third orgasm. Your muscles burn, you are on the verge of collapsing for the powerful and draining waves of pleasure he has made you experience, but as you cry out in pleasure again you realize he has ruined you forever.

No one is going to give you oral the way he does.

“Fuck! Fuck! K-Kisuke, I’m—” you chime then, a scandalous high-pitched tone of voice piercing his ears as you increase the pace of your tempo. You are so close, so close to bathe him into your juices once again and he is eager to taste you as if it is the first time.

“Yes, princess, just like that! Come for me, good job, baby” he utters, smiling in ecstasy as you whimper and your orgasm leaves your mind blank. His tongue viciously laps at your core, a guttural sound leaving his throat in the meanwhile. He is so glad you exist.

As you pant and climb off of his face, muscles aching and eyes closed, Kisuke humms and jokingly squeezes your thigh before tugging his pants down his legs and smiling.

“If you want, we can try a sixty-nine now” he breathes out, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and making you chuckle softly in return.

You love that pervert shop-keeper so much.

tags: @electronicwitchcollection @aizenwifey @stygianoir @brittscafe my way to apologize for the late updates❤️

[shellxrls]

mdni | 18+ content cw: explicit smut, unprotected PinV

can’t stop thinking ab car sex with rafe.

he comes to pick you up after work. you’re all giddy and hyperactive, pawing at whatever part of him you can reach until he finally pulls over somewhere secluded and tilts his chair back to get you in his lap, large hand secured at the dip in your back so that you weren't pushed up too tightly against the steering wheel.

he buries his hand under your skirt quickly, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing slow circles over your clit to get you ready while his other hand goes to unbuckle his belt & loosen his slacks.

"what d'you want?" he grits, gripping his length and slapping the fat tip against your wet folds, beads of precum mixing with your arousal and getting his entire head wet.

"want you to fuck me," you giggle, bucking your hips into him.

"'ts all you ever want," he says, all condescending and mean as if it isn't exactly what he wants too, and then finally pushes into you, groaning when he bottoms out, the stretch causing you to whimper in tandem.

each thrust seems to hit that spongey spot inside of you, prompting you to claw at his biceps through his dress shirt, your nails no doubt leaving marks despite the fabric.

you babble against him, drool staining your jaw at the intensity at which he was fucking up against you, your eyes rolling into your head as he coos at your cock drunk expression and taunts that all he has to do when he wants to shut you up is fuck you dumb.

"gonna cum inside," he finally groans, biting down hard on his lip to stifle a moan as his words make you clamp around him, coating his dick with a creamy ring of arousal before he bottoms out and holds you down as he comes.

“f-fuck,” he stutters, gripping your thigh with bruising intensity as he throbs inside you, softening slightly while your combined release begins to leak out, leaving gooey strings against his pelvis that lewdly squelch when you rock your clit into him one last time.