#whiny!reader

[rafeyssugar]

baby girl

rafe treats y/n like she’s made of glass. like she’s something soft, delicate—something his.

and she lets him. because how could she not? when he’s always looking at her like that? when his touch is always so gentle?

like now—when she pouts at him from the passenger seat, arms crossed, lips pursed in that way that makes him weak.

“what?” he asks, fighting back a smirk, reaching over to squeeze her thigh.

“you didn’t let me carry the bags.”

rafe exhales, shaking his head. “because you don’t need to. what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you carry heavy shit, huh?”

y/n huffs, turning to the window. “they weren’t even that heavy.”

and that’s when he knows—she’s just being a brat.

so he leans over at a red light, pressing a kiss to her temple. “my sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips dragging down to her jaw. “so spoiled, huh?”

she mumbles something under her breath, but he catches it—“not spoiled.”

he just grins. “nah, you are, angel. i made you that way.”

because he does spoil her. carries her bags, opens her doors, pulls her into his lap just because. worships her. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

so when they get home, and she starts trying to grab the shopping bags again, he just tuts, plucking them right out of her hands.

“what did i say, baby?”

she pouts up at him. “but—”

rafe just shakes his head, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “no buts. let me take care of you.”

she lets out a dramatic sigh but doesn’t argue, instead watching as he carries all the bags inside like it’s nothing.

“you know,” she says, plopping onto the couch, stretching like a cat, “i could have helped.”

rafe raises a brow, setting the bags down before making his way over to her. “oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

he hums, settling beside her, pulling her into his lap with ease. “but you like when i baby you, huh?”

she rolls her eyes, but he sees the way her lips twitch, how she doesn’t move away when he starts pressing slow, lazy kisses to her neck.

“admit it,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing. “you like being my spoiled little baby girl.”

she exhales, tilting her head slightly as he keeps kissing, hands gripping at his shirt.

“maybe.”

rafe chuckles, pulling back to look at her. “yeah?”

she shrugs, playing with the collar of his shirt, but when she finally looks up, she’s got that look in her eyes—the one that makes him weak. the one that tells him she’s just as obsessed with him as he is with her.

so he kisses her—slow, deep, like he’s got all the time in the world.

when they finally pull apart, he brushes a thumb over her cheek, voice soft. “good girl.”

-

now she’s curled up in his lap, fingers lazily playing with the chain around his neck, lips slightly swollen from how he’d kissed her stupid just moments ago.

and he can’t help himself.

his hands roam—slow, lazy, like he’s got nowhere else to be. one hand resting on the small of her back, the other tracing patterns along her bare thigh, dipping beneath the hem of her shorts.

“you tired, baby?” he murmurs, voice soft, knowing.

y/n hums, blinking up at him, looking dazed, floaty. “a little.”

he smiles, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “you wanna nap?”

she makes a noise, nuzzling closer, pressing her face into his neck. “mmm. just wanna sit here.”

and his heart melts.

because she’s never really said it, but he knows—knows she feels safest when she’s with him, tucked against him like this, wrapped up in his warmth.

so he just hums, rubbing slow circles into her back. “yeah? my lap comfy, huh?”

she nods, sighing contentedly. “mhm. best seat in the house.”

rafe chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “yeah, ‘cause it’s your seat, angel.”

she doesn’t respond, but the way she sighs again, soft and sweet, is enough.

he keeps holding her, fingers tracing slow, absentminded shapes against her skin, lips pressing light, fleeting kisses to her temple, her forehead, her jaw.

and when he feels her breathing even out, feels her relax completely in his arms, he knows she’s drifted off.

he smiles to himself, tightening his hold just a little, letting his head rest against the couch.

yeah, he thinks, pressing one last kiss to her forehead. he could hold her like this forever.

-

rafe doesn’t move—not even an inch. not when his leg starts going numb, not when his arm starts to tingle. because y/n is asleep, all warm and tucked against him, and he’d rather die than wake her up.

his baby girl—soft, sweet, always pressed up against him like she belongs there. (she does.)

he’s careful as he shifts just slightly, just enough to cup the back of her head, fingers threading into her hair. she stirs a little, sighing in her sleep, pressing closer.

rafe just smiles, running a thumb over her cheek. she looks so peaceful like this, face smushed against his chest, lips parted, lashes fluttering faintly.

he has to kiss her.

so he does—just a light press of his lips to her forehead, lingering for a second before pulling away.

but she feels it.

she exhales softly, shifting in his lap, stretching like a cat before blinking up at him, still sleepy, still floaty.

“…how long was i out?” her voice is quiet, groggy.

rafe grins, brushing some hair from her face. “’bout an hour.”

her brows furrow slightly. “you let me sleep that long?”

“‘course i did, angel.” his fingers move down, tracing the side of her neck, his voice dropping slightly. “you looked too pretty to wake up.”

her lips part slightly, and rafe knows he’s got her.

he smirks, dragging his hand down her arm, slow, teasing. “feel good?”

y/n nods, still dazed, blinking at him like she’s not sure if she’s awake or still dreaming.

rafe hums, tilting his head. “yeah? what feels good, baby?”

she exhales. “you.”

and he’s done for.

he cups her face, tilting it up as he leans in, lips brushing hers—soft, teasing. “yeah?”

“mhm.” her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shirt weakly, like she’s trying to pull him closer, but he’s already as close as he can be.

“wanna kiss?” he murmurs, voice low, teasing.

she nods again, breath hitching slightly. “please.”

rafe grins before finally—finally—closing the distance, kissing her soft and slow, like he’s got all the time in the world.

because he does. because he’s not going anywhere.

when they finally pull apart, she exhales, nuzzling into him, hands still fisted in his shirt.

rafe just chuckles, running a hand down her back. his baby girl.

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[zomgcaleb]

NSFW— minors do not interact

cw— creampie

thinking abt Caleb’s big dick </3

you want to blame it on him, say it’s his fault and swear that he does it on purpose. but you know he’s not. he can’t help it that he’s so deliciously hung.

somehow he manages to tuck it into his pants in just the right way that leaves you wondering, but behind closed doors when the day is said and done it’s like he sets it loose. he walks around in his boxers or a baggy pair of pj pants, ones that barely contain the sizable bulge that tents under his waistband.

he’s not trying to seduce you but it works all the same.

you almost feel bad when he catches you ogling him. those pretty purple puppy dog eyes gaze down at you with a sinful innocence that makes you huff.

it’s thick and heavy. so so heavy it makes you drool just thinking about the feeling of it in your hands. it stands tall and proud and so pathetically hard for you. it’s pretty. so pretty in the way it seems to challenge you when it twitches and bobs for your attention.

he knows it’s big but he doesn’t know it’s big. he’s just been hauling it around with him all this time not knowing how full it’d make you. how you cry and push your palm against his abs as he humps in and out of you.

“too much too much!” you’d slur into the sheets and he wouldn’t know what to do. is his dick not supposed to be this big?? is he hurting you?? is it normal to feel every twitch and clench of your pussy from all sides like he is right now?? because it’s making him lose his damn mind.

“are you okay? d-does it hurt?” his voice is light but rough as if it was ripped from his diaphragm. the fingers that hold your waist tighten and dip into your skin as he forces himself to slow down.

you pant absentmindedly in response. your core burns violently in the best way possible. Caleb hits every spot all at once and each thrust stretches you out so good. his cock head kisses your g spot so firmly yet so tender, sending you spiraling into a filthy mess. he’s not even going as hard as you told him to and you’re about to cum all over him anyway.

“pips.” he calls. the bed dips beside your head as he leans over you, pressing a loving kiss to your temple and nuzzling into your cheek with his nose. your cunt hasn’t stopped trying to suck him in and he whines and whimpers into your neck in feeble resistance.

“i’m here. just—Caleb, you’re so biggg.” you drawl. “you give it to me so good can’t take it.”

he pulls away to look at you and his lips part to speak but the sexiest moan rips from his throat to interrupt him as you rut your hips back into him. his girthy length slides and catches on all the right ridges and you cry in ecstasy.

the coil in his abdomen suddenly snaps and he’s pumping the fattest of loads right into your womb and you feel it in your throat, the addicting heat swirls in your stomach and the gift keeps giving. it starts to spurt and leak, leaving a milky ring around the base of him, some spilling out to stain the sheets. ‘i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry’ his lips brush the shell of your ear as he chants and his chest presses into your back to anchor you.

all you can hear is the deafening squelching of his seed getting fucked into you and his pitchy wails of your name.

no wonder he’s so big. he’s just so full of creamy white love for you can you feel it? you’ll take it all for him right? :(

[alpali]

Atsumu talks big and a lot.

Acts all cocky and prideful. And hell it’s infuriating because he can back up everything he says.

But the moment you’re on your knees in front of him, sucking him so good.

He’s crying.

The pro setter of the Black Jackals, the heart throb, all whiny and crumbling the minute your lips meet the tip of his cock.

“I told ya s-stop teasin’ me.” He huffs.

Most think he’d be the one to dominate you and sometimes he does. But not when he’s in this position. His brain is complete mush and he’s panting like a dog. The moment he even tries to buck his hips you’re pulling off of him.

“Baby please! ‘M sorry, I’ll stop.” He whines desperately. He acts like a toddler throwing a tantrum all because you’re not letting him finish just yet.

“Will you ‘sumu?” He nods his head frantically.

“Promise!” He practically yells.

So you oblige, wrapping your small hand on his thick cock, licking the vein that goes straight to his tip. He draws out a breathy moan that almost sounds like a sigh of relief. His lip is pulled between his teeth, his eyes already welling up with tears.

“Love ya s’much.” He whimpers, his hands gently raking through your hair.

His head is thrown back when you take him in your warm mouth all the way until he hits the back of your throat. Yet right when he’s so close to seeing white, your mouth is gone and your hand is the only thing left.

And he cries.

His chest heaves as the tears fall down his cheeks. He’s babbling nonsense at this point, the only thing spurring through his body is the need to cum.

“Why!” He drawls out, thick fat tears falling as he hiccups. You grin at his reaction, his noises.

“You want it ‘Samu?”

“Yes—yes. I’ll do anythin!” His breathes are erratic, it’s starting to hurt and you could tell by just how red his tip is.

Yet instead of giving in just yet, you deliver a small kitten lick right on his slit. And just like that, thick ropes of cum are shooting out, as he moans and sobs. His abs tightening as he quite literally spasms.

You pout at the fact, you wanted him to last a little longer. Once he finally stops, his body slumps against the couch, utterly breathless and heaving. His eyes are lidded on his tear stricken face.

You, agonizingly slow, clean up the mess he’s made, making sure not to waste a drop. He twitches when your mouth reaches his crotch, trying to move away from you.

“N—No more. ‘S too much.” He sounds so broken, voice so raspy yet squeaky at the same time. You smile at him softly.

“I’m done dummy.”

You lightly slip on his boxers and he’s practically pouncing on you with the little energy he could muster up, his head falling on your lap.

“Yer fuckin crazy.” He huffs, still not fully recovered from his life altering orgasm. You giggle as you wipe the remnants of his tears.

“And you’re a crybaby.”

[screampied]

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader, vampire toji, unprotected, cowgirl, biting, whiny toji, breeding, mdni.

vampire toji can’t help but bite deep into your neck while you’re aligning yourself on his cock. he’s needy, sharp keen fangs ready to dig deep into your skin and relish in your sweet forbidden taste. “fuck,” he snarls, briefly tossing his head back as a darkened leather cloak sticks against his skin. he’s hot, but with your body glued against him he’d even hotter. his hair’s all matted and in his face, a mere wolf cut - it’s pretty, bangs of sable-dark strands run down his face as he chews onto his lip. “c’mon, hurry up. ‘s gettin’ close.”

and part of that was true—he was never one to last long, especially because of how overly sensitive he always was. you’re softly jerking your hips forward with his mushroom tip kissing up against your drooling opening before he grunts. “mhm, curses. y- y’er killin’ me, princess.”

you were so wet. he felt it, the sobbing squelches that screech from your cunt made his mouth water. he was enthralled, bringing two large hands to grip against your hips. “toji, relax,” you tease, brushing a thumb against his fang that stuck out his lip. he collapses back against his rocking chair, feeling a surge of shockwaves pulse through him. the vampire grows quiet, hearing the harmony of your heat swallow him whole. “that’s it baby, relax,” and his bottom lip quivers at your praise. he can’t help but bury his face back into the crook of your neck, seeping honed fangs into your skin. the gentle nips and pokes make you giggle, but your giggle forms into a lewd moan once you feel his hardened dick prod against your heat thrice.

“tch, don’t call me that, human.” he scoffs, a flush growing against his face — he’s still got you in a tight secure hold, steadying your rocking hips. toji has a soft pout before your hands cup his face. he’s so weak, weak for your cunt and even more weak for you.

you feel the sharp edges of his fangs playfully pull at a nice amount of flesh, gently pursing his lips around your collarbone before he starts to suck.

“thaaaat’s it, good ‘toj,” you murmur, concealing an incoming moan. piercing both of your knees into his beefed thighs, toji groans. a soft whine rips straight out of his throat as you start to rock. your hips were deadly, the tempo you had was almost brutal. he feels as if his body was on fire. toji squeezes his eyes shut as he feels the grip of your soddened wet cunt. “good boy, good.”

“f- fuck,” he hisses, pointed overgrown fingernails clawing at your skin.

he’s gentle but he can’t help but carve a few marks near your skin. just a bit. toji was already feral — his heavy cock was continuously punctuating its hits within every few thrusts as you slam back down against his lap. he’s dizzy, blurbs of whimpers spewing from his spit-glossed lips before he growls. “ugh, you got some nerve callin’ me a ‘good boy’ you b- brat.”

you hum, wisping a few fingers through his unkempt black strands before kissing his chin. “aw, does the vampire not like to get praised?”

he feels his body temperature arise at your words. you meet his gaze and his dead dark irises were dilated and blown. he’s so infatuated, of course he lived off of your praises. the last time you told him how good he was making you feel, he came right through his pants. embarrassing, he knew it was embarrassing but with you—he just couldn’t help it. he lets off an annoyed grunt as his teeth attach to your neck, allowing your irony flavor to trickle into his mouth as you continue to grind against him.

his balls were swollen. he was already preparing himself for when it was about to come. it was inevitable. toji swallows thickly, watching with hooded eyes as you throw your arms over his shoulders.

“no?” you purr at him diving your question, skimming a thumb over the sharp pointed lobes of his ears. the base of his cock was a tannish color but a creamy flush of pink pours over it after a while. your voice was so pretty, having his ears twitch at every word you pronounced. he avoids your gaze, deepening his gentle chomp into your neck before flicking his tongue against your skin. his favorite treat.

“p- princess,” he growls in a gruff tone, clenching his jaw. with each crazed bounce, his ears fill with more repetitive ringing. he was so sensitive, especially like this—underneath you, manspread and beads of sweat racing down his forehead. toji’s head throws back again, and this time, his mouth pries itself open, jaw hanging out. “gonna cum, ngh, ‘m gonna cum again.”

you plant a few kisses near his chin— specifically attacking his little scar that slants itself right down the right side of his mouth.

his lip curls and twitches and he feels you suck him in oh so good. toji’s throat grows dry - he tries to swallow but he can’t, your hips were no match for him. “oh, that’s too bad,” and you cup his face again, gingerly placing your lips against his trembled ones. he’s so pussy drunk that he could barely return the kiss—instead, he just moans right into your mouth. cooing against his lips, you stroke a thumb against his cheek before whispering. “you said you could last a little longer this time, baby.”

toji groans at the way your ass rudely jerks against him. it was so sloppy, he heard it all. it was so salacious that he grips your hips and runs his fingers against your rear as if it was perfectly shaped. “i- i can,” he grunts, dark brows contorting together in frustration. a lump forms its way to the back of his throat before his eyes roll back. he looked so pretty - so determined.

but he couldn’t — he knew he couldn’t.

because not even seconds later, he’s shootings blanks, cumming right inside of you. a hot satiny load shoots into you raw and at the same time, he bites into your flesh again.

candy sweet muffled sobs of moans pierce into your skin as you’re rutting back and forth against him but bringing your hips to a slow stop. he’s so whiny, hot pants of breath wafting against your bare skin. you smell so good, it’s making his head spin and his ears burn a scorching hot. toji gifts a nice amount of sweltering hot cum to you and it’s so much. it’s overflowing your pussy and you let off a soft gasp. “so messy,” you huff, glancing up to see his droopy eyed expression. toji’s still got two hands glued onto you before he groans hoarsely, clammy hands clinging onto your ass tightly.

you wring him dry and he’s entirely speechless. creating a wet sucking noise once he finally departs his mouth away from your neck. your warmth inside has him by a leash, his brows remain to arch together before the vampire stares at the mess he created. it’s spilling right out of you due to how much, wads and wads of stringy ropes dribble from your swollen opening to between your thighs and he whines. “ngh, s- so much,” and he drags a calloused thumb to swipe up a nice decent amount, eyeing it carefully. you watch as he pants, bedaubing his own cum right back against your slit and he’s got the most cutest pout, licking his lips as if preparing to feast. you wanted to kiss his pout off of him, but right when toji was about to get a taste for himself, you grab his wrist.

“no, toji,” you hum, watching his eyes shoot daggers at you. even he couldn’t maintain his angered expression for long because you were still playfully moving your hips around him, swerving whilst his now flaccid cock remains still inside. toji was a mess, his left thigh briefly starts to bounce, begging and pleading for you to start up your bouncing again. as his crooked pouty lips shine with glimmer, his fang pokes out again before you lean up against him, going right toward his ear. “not yet. you’re supposed to ask to touch yourself, remember?”

he scoffs. the audacity, you felt him tremor from underneath you and the way your clingy walls hugged him tight like a vice. you were ravaged, feeling his blushing tip keep your insides warm through each second. slump back against his chair, he huffs. “yes, fine,” and his hands grab against your waist. “n- now finish riding me or else,”

and he can’t even keep a straight face—because he lets off a grumble under his breath, a flush painting his face with his head down. “. . . please mistress.”

[sluturu]

gojo satoru ♡'s being praised (a bit too much) ⋆ mdni — 18+ 𐙚

satoru never thought he’d find someone who could match his freak—let alone from a one-night stand he picked up at a club.

sure, women threw themselves at him, eager to please, but none had ever indulged the fantasies he truly craved—none of them delved into his mind and found out just what it was that made the gojo satoru cum buckets. 

not like you did, at least. 

you had satoru pinned to the bed, tears in his eyes as you practically rode him into the sun. your hand– much smaller compared to his– was wrapped loosely around his throat while your face hovered over his. 

“talk a lotta game for someone who hasn’t put in any of the work, satoru,” you titter, an evil grin playing on your lips at the sound of his pathetic, choked out whine. you notice a tear stray down the side of his face. “aww, you cryin’?”

and you don’t know if it’s the sound of your voice, the actual words or a mixture of both, but whatever it is, it makes his cock twitch uncontrollably between your tight, gummy walls. you’re positive he might cum, but he proves you wrong and weakly bucks into you. 

“you holding out on me now?”

his brows furrow like he’s fighting off the pleasure. he shakes his head and the words that leave his swollen lips are breathless, “not yet, too soon,”

not a complete sentence, but you know exactly what he means. 

you giggle, hand squeezing tighter around his throat, “‘s okay, y’know? i want you to cum in me. wanna feel you so deep inside me, ‘toru. don’t you want that, too?”

his hands fist at the sheets on the bed and a weak, “yes,” comes out of him. it’s broken and pitiful, but it makes you clamp around him all the same. “fuck, yes, yes, yes.”

“such a good boy,” you pant out a praise and another soft moan comes out of him. “you like when i praise you, baby?” 

and this time, you’re sure it’s the praise and the pet name that breaks him. his hips involuntarily thrust up, the tip of his cock kissing against your cervix and a moan of your own follows in suit. 

“love it s’much,” he groans, hands flying to your waist to hold you still as he fucks into you. “so perfect, you’re so perfect, fuck, i love you.” 

you laugh out a moan, “stupid boy, you b-barely even know me.”

he doesn’t hear you over the ringing in his ears, the high-pitched whine drowning out everything else as his vision blurs and his pulse pounds rapidly in his skull. he doesn’t realize what’s happening until you’re collapsing on top of him, your weight knocking the breath from his lungs. his abdomen tightens like a vice, a sharp, instinctive clench that spreads through his entire body, leaving him frozen beneath you, heart hammering against his ribs.

you think with the amount the seeps out of your worn cunt, he’s painted every inch of your insides with his warm, thick cum. you don’t mind, though. this is exactly what you wanted– to see the self-proclaimed “strongest” at his weakest and most vulnerable moment. 

“you’re my dream girl.” he murmurs, all fucked out. “marry me.”

“we haven’t even gone on a date, satoru.”

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[shawtuzi]

i had a horny thot and i need to get it out so pls enjoy this!!

“wha? what’d you say sugu?” you halted your movements, breathless, as your backside pressed snugly against his shaky thighs. suguru gulped, his adams apple bobbing as he tried his absolute best to avoid eye contact with you.

“i said….spitinmymouth.”

he cleared his throat, veiny, tatted up hands now gripping onto the fat of your thighs. you being the ditzy little thing you were cocked your head to the side, brows still furrowed in confusion. “cmonnnn sugu you always tell me to use my words now it’s your turn,” you purred, leaning down to press your chest against his.

you tucked a strand of jet black hair behind his ears, smiling when he nuzzled into your palm. he finally locked eyes with you, teeth nibbling at his kiss swollen lips.

“i said can you please spit in my mouth?” suguru held his breath as he waited for your response. he hated being so needy, boarder line whiny, but sex with you just brought that side out of him. there was no dom/sub dynamic between the two of you bc my mans could only have that tough facade up for so long.

you hummed trailing your finger from his thick eyebrows to his sharp jawline. seconds later sugu felt you pressed down on his chin, a silent signal for him to open his mouth. with trembling lips suguru opened his mouth, his pierced tongue sticking out the tiniest bit. you cradled his face in your hands before letting a glob of spit fall from your tongue onto his.

“oouuu you liked that huh? i felt your dick jump,” you snickered, rolling your hips a few times just to hear the heavenly sound of your pussy squelching around his dick. geto growled, planting his feet in the mattress before fucking up into you at a brutal pace. you squealed, your forehead dropping against his, eyes fluttering shut.

“m-more baby.”

“h-huh?” your eyes cracked open, suguru’s desperate ones staring right back at you. suguru gripped your hair roughly, pulling you back but not too far. “s-spit in my—fuck! spit in my mouth again now please,” he sounded so fucking pathetic but he didn’t care, and you certainly didn’t mind either.

your tongue lolled out, a line of spit falling onto geto’s awaiting tongue. suguru let out a whiny moan before sucking your tongue into his mouth, sucking on the muscle before moving onto your plush lips, biting and sucking at them. “harder sugu, harder!” you whined, digging your manicured nails into his bulging biceps. suguru huffed, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them to your back before increasing the power of his thrusts.

“love you s’much y/nnn, you’re f-fucking heaven baby,” suguru whispered into your hair, reveling in the moans that poured from your lips. nuzzled your face into his neck, kissing and biting at the sweaty skin, “i-i love you—hah! too sugu. y’make me feel like heaven.” your words were slurred beyond belief but that’s okay, suguru understood every word.

oh and best believe you spitting in his mouth became a very regular occurrence while you two fucked <333

[kingkaisen]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃! — JJK.

♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: what it’s like when they’re about to finish . . . featuring gojo, geto, choso, nanami, & toji.

♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem reader, smut, riding, creampie, oral, swallowing, roughness, manhandling, hair gripping, penetration, unprotected.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃!

Your poor neighbors.

Apartment living wasn’t a suitable lifestyle for you, the girlfriend of Satoru Gojo.

That white-haired man was a loud lover. More often than not, he was filling your bedroom with the sounds of his moans and groans all night long, and tonight, he planned to do it yet again.

“You have to be more quiet, Satoru,” you glanced up at your boyfriend as you positioned yourself on your knees in front of him. “The walls are thin, and you can’t-”

Satoru interrupted you by leaning down and kissing you sloppily. He swirled his tongue around yours, getting your mouth nice and wet before burying his cock in your throat.

When he pulled away, a string of spit falling from your connected lips, he said, “If neighbors complain about the volume level, then that’s your fault. You’re the one making me feel so damn good.”

Satoru pulled his cock out, giving it a few pumps with his hand before guiding it towards your lips.

“Open wide,” he teased, pressing his tip against your closed mouth — and he, of course, moaned when you softly kissed it.

“Oh my god . . . shit, that feels amazing,” Satoru moaned.

He built a steady, fast-paced rhythm as he shoved his cock in and out of your throat.

Gripping your hair as he face-fucked you, Satoru tossed his head back, overwhelmed by the warm, fuzzy feeling that he had only ever received when his cock was in your mouth.

“Mmm,” he moaned yet again, and endlessly. “I think your mouth was made just for sucking my cock, don’t you agree? And that throat . . . shit . . . your throat’s for swallowing my cum.”

Satoru’s orgasm was approaching, and it was a big one. He could tell based on the way pleasurable warmth ran through his veins, his cock twitching in preparation.

But, you could gather that he was about to finish thanks to the sudden increase in volume. Loud moans and calls of your name escaped from between his lips.

He gripped your hair even tighter, thrusting down your throat a bit more roughly.

“Y/N,” Satoru moaned. “Baby, I’m cumming, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Swallow it.”

His thick cum was poured down your throat, and you gulped everything from the massive load to the little spurts that came afterward.

Satoru pulled himself out of your mouth with a grin.

As he got ready to toss you on the bed and eat your pussy until you were moaning as loud as he was moments ago, there was a sudden, aggravated knock at your front door.

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒!

Suguru enjoyed savoring the taste — saving the best bite for the end of his meals.

Never would he rush things, believing that patience was the only way to achieve true satisfaction and joy.

Therefore, it was no surprise to learn how much he enjoyed foreplay.

He removed your clothes as if he was unwrapping a special gift. After taking off your bra, he pulled you sideways onto his lap, and attached his mouth to your nipple, sucking on the little button and swirling his tongue around it, moaning so you knew just how much he enjoyed it.

That large hand of his reached between your legs as he did so, rubbing your clit through the cloth of your underwear that he hadn’t yet removed.

All of this only came after making out with him on the bed, tongues swirling around one another. He dominated your mouth, of course, hand clasped around your throat as he sucked on your tongue.

“Face down on the bed,” Suguru ordered after removing all of your clothes.

The bed squeaked a bit as he positioned himself behind you. He gripped your waist, raising you until your ass was even with his hips.

But he couldn’t fuck you. Not yet.

Instead, he buried his face into your wet pussy from behind, leaving you to do nothing except bury your face into your pillow and muffle your moans.

His tongue toyed with your clit and hole. Hands gripped the cheeks of your ass.

After that, he flipped you over and fucked you nice and slow, filling your hole with deep strokes. You felt every inch of him as he slid in and out of you, moaning beautifully.

He was close — had been teetering on the edge of cumming ever since he ate your pussy, as giving you pleasure always made him feel good as well, but he held back, of course, wanting to enjoy every second inside of you.

But he was starting to lose control.

He was done savoring the taste. It was time for the last bite.

Suddenly, Suguru flipped you over into the position you were in before — face against your pillow, ass lined up with his hips — and he continued to fuck you.

Only, this time, it was faster, rougher.

“I’m so close, I can feel it.” His voice was rough and low, fingers digging into your hips as he slammed into you, your ass smacking against him, chasing the feeling your cunt gave him rather than savoring it. “You know I have to fill you up now, right? Make you take every last drop? I’d hate to be wasteful.”

“Please do it, please, I’m begging- Ah!”

Suguru suddenly gripped your hair, pressing your head further into your pillow, and leaned over a bit, thrusting into you with such great force, he was certain the bed would break.

“Oh, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he moaned your name sweetly and pumped his pearly white cream inside of you, not pulling out until he was certain you had taken every last drop.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑!

Perhaps, it was his time as a salaryman that led Kento into developing such . . . leadership skills.

Maybe it was seeing how sweet you were for him, following every request and being so obedient.

Who knew?

Whatever it was, it was the reason he felt the desire to guide you through every move he was going to make.

“I’m putting two fingers in, sweetheart.” He whispered in your ear as he slowly pumped his digits in and out of your hole, purposely rubbing his palm against your clit as he did so. “That’s it, keep moaning for me, there you go. I’m going to move faster. Are you ready?”

Every question, every command — his voice alone — it all nearly drove you crazy.

That was why it was no surprise when he continued to speak as he felt his orgasm approaching.

Kento fucked you like a gentleman, whispering sweet praises into your ear.

“You feel so good around me, sweet girl. I’m not sure I can last much longer. Not if you keep milking my cock like this, baby.”

His thrusts never slowed, but his grunts and groans grew louder as he approached his orgasm.

“I’m about to cum now, okay?” He warned. “I’m going to cum right inside of you. Take it for me. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes!” You moaned beautifully, and your eager reply was rewarded with a deep kiss.

The sweet drag of his cock in and out of your hole made you reach around for anything to hold on to, switching between the bedsheets, his blonde locks, or his muscular back, which you dug your nails into as he pounded away at your pussy.

“So good . . . You’re doing so good . . . Such a good girl,” he praised, suddenly overwhelmed by the pleasure your pussy had given him.

His hips stuttered, and he paused briefly to make sure every drop of his cum was inside of you, where it belonged, but he quickly resumed bucking his hips.

After all, he could tell that his lovely girl was about to cum for a second time, and you deserved it.

“Cum for me. Give it to me,” he said. “I want your cum, do you understand me?”

Feeling your sweet juices mix with his and coat his cock was heavenly. He paid no mind to the fresh scratches on his back either.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 — 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐘!

There was a difference between a shy person and a quiet person, which was evident with someone like Choso.

Other people didn’t make him nervous or anxious — qualities associated with shy people — but he simply liked to observe. Liked to keep his mouth shut and watch how other people behaved.

After all, that’s how he wormed his way into both your heart and your bed — by noticing your little hobbies and habits and making you feel seen.

Now, your pretty, brown-haired boyfriend was once again watching you. His eyes scanned over your beautiful body as you slowly sank on his cock. As he felt your warmth, he couldn’t help but whimper.

“Go faster,” he said plainly with a bit of a whine.

Of course, you couldn’t deny such a sweet request. Thrusting yourself up and down along his cock had reduced the man into nothing more than a moaning, whimpering mess. It was behavior he never displayed unless he was underneath you like this, feeling your warm hole clench around him.

“Please . . . Faster, Y/N. Make me cum.”

This time, you were the one watching him. You studied the way he furrowed his brows. The way his mouth was slightly agape in pure bliss. You felt his fingers dig into your hips, guiding your every thrust, and although you couldn’t see it, his toes were clenched from the pleasure.

Already, he had started to orgasm embarrassingly soon.

He couldn’t even warn you, as before he knew what was happening, ropes and ropes of his cum were painting your walls white.

There was so much of it, he had started to worry about when and if he’d stop cumming.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, breathless.

“Don’t be,” your smile only made his pale cheeks turn into a soft shade of pink. “I’m glad to know you’re enjoying yourself.”

He didn’t respond, only blushing as he darted his eyes away from you, trying his hardest to avoid eye contact.

Only you could turn that quiet man into a shy one.

But, perhaps, he wasn’t completely embarrassed, because he glanced up at you and mumbled, “Can we go again? Can you ride me again?”

Reaching down, you ran your hand across his face and soft lips. You pushed your fingertips into his mouth, just a bit, feeling his wet tongue before pulling away.

It was simply a sign that he was willing to do anything, and gratefully at the mercy of you and your amazing riding skills.

With a grin, you started to move your hips up and down once more, and his blushing cheeks darkened.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 — 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓!

Toji has often talked about sex and such vulgar topics with his friends, typically after having a few drinks in a boring, action-less bar.

Why was it such a popular subject for discussion?

Because everyone wanted to know what it was like to fuck you.

And, if his greedy friends couldn’t have you — Toji would kill them if they even looked at you too long — they wanted to, at least, hear about what it was like to be with you.

He wasn’t one to brag verbally. Or, at least, he liked to let his actions speak for him — by letting his friends see his scratched-up back.

But, one thing he often said when talking about sex was that he liked noise.

Squeaky mattresses. Headboard smacking against the wall. Loud moans and shouts of each other’s names.

And that night after returning home from the bar, it was no different.

Toji’s large hands were hooked underneath your knees, holding your legs back, as close to your chest as they would go.

As he did so, his big cock slammed in and out of your tight hole. The lewd sounds of your squelching wetness from your hole sinking him in nearly drove him crazy.

Your moans were beautiful. Sweet, occasional whispers of his name pushed him further towards the edge.

Every noise only furthered his desire to cum.

“You sound so pretty, baby,” Toji smirked down at your face, eyes darting from your closed eyes to your mouth, which hung open as you moaned.

“You like how this feels? Yeah? ‘S that why you’re making all those noises for me?” Toji grunted, skin slapping against skin. “Shit . . . I’m so close, I’m right there.”

Oddly enough, as the noise-loving man felt that tension of pleasure building up inside of him suddenly snap and his orgasm started to overwhelm him, he placed his hand over your mouth, silencing your moans.

Then, he buried his sweaty face in the crook of your neck, sucking and biting lightly at your delicate skin to quiet his own sounds of pleasure.

He was completely still.

As ropes of his thick, white cum poured inside of your clenching, awaiting cunt, it was silent.

He wanted it to be that way because, right now, the only thing he wanted to hear was the sound of your pussy milking him as he came in heavy loads.

It was music to his ears.

♡ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

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[taebinlvr]

the thought of overstimulated hyuka who's soooo pussy drunk that he can't stop fucking himself into u >< even when u guys have been at it for hours and his cock is slick with cum from the both of u, red and sensitive and twitching, he just can't stop himself!!

he'd have u on your stomach, his hands holding onto your plump ass that's red and raw from how rough he was being with u earlier,, he's going slow now, pulling his cock allll the way out of your throbbing pussy before slowly pushing it allll the way back in

"you feel s'good, so so good.. baby i can't stop.." he's whimpering over you and at the hushed moans you're letting out,, not only can he not get enough of the feeling of your tight cunt sucking him in, but he loves hearing the pretty sounds you make every time he pushes his load deeper into u <3

"baby i'm gonna cum again- i'm gonna fucking cum again-" he sounds like he's on the verge of tears, letting out the most raw and lewd sounds as he starts messily thrusting into your pussy again

when he finally releases he's a shaking mess, his moans choked out and tears gathering in the corners of his eyes as he's milked of each and every last drop of creamy cum he can muster while crying out your name <3

sometimes that's when he'll call it quits. he'll lay with you and place gentle kisses on your face, holding you against his chest as the two of you spend a little while recovering from the mess he made <3

but other times, no matter how hard his poor cock is throbbing, when he really can't get enough of u, he'll start moving again, his head lowering towards you so his lips are gently brushing against your ear

"y-you can take one more, can't you, baby? just one.. m-more.."

[teddybeartoji]

thinking abt how your lip piercings get stuck together during one of your first kisses with bakugou,, you're sat on his lap with your arms resting on his shoulders and neck while his are on your waist. there isn't a single inch between your bodies as you melt into each other; it's still so new and it's exciting and his lips are so soft and he smells so good and you want more and more and more.

when you finally decide to pull away and catch your breath, you feel him dig his fingers into your sides with a hiss. you follow his gaze and look at where the two little silver rings are connected; bakugou's face grows a deeper shade of pink at the proximity but it's not like he's really doing anything to get himself out of the situation.

you let out a chuckle and he's quick to scold you while forcing down a lovesick grin.

"don't laugh, idiot."

his hands are warm on your skin. you feel his chest heaving and you wonder whether his heart is beating as fast as yours is.

"sorry, sorry."

your cheeks hurt from smiling.

neither of you have made a move to seperate the rings. you're comfortable on his lap, with your lips ghosting over his as he stares at you. this feels... right, if anything.

your noses brush together when he speaks. "are we gonna stay like this, hm?"

you hum.

"maybe."

he clicks his tongue and you know he's about to make a stupid remark, so you cut him off by kissing him again.

you swallow the groan that crawls up his throat and grin against him. his arms snake from your waist to the small of your back and you arch further into him on instinct.

perhaps he doesn't regret getting the piercing anymore...

[lustchan]

POV: You come back home from a long day after work to your boyfriend jerking off to the thought of you 🤭🤭

"I'm home" you say as you enter your home that you and your boyfriend choso lived in. When you hear no answer, you call out "Cho?". He would normally be running at you frantically because of how much he missed you at this time.

You felt bad that he stayed up so late to greet you when you came back but your job required you to stay late and that meant less time with your adorable boyfriend. You took off your coat and hung it up on the coat rack, simultaneously taking off your shoes and scarf. 'He must be sleeping, poor baby,' you thought to yourself checking the time that read 11:34pm.

You went to the room that you both shared and stopped dead in your tracks at the noise you heard. You peered through the crack in the door to find the source of the soft pants and struggled moans.

Your boyfriend was lying on your shared bed with his shirt in his mouth, pants on the ground, stroking his cock with both his hands, completely red in the face. You couldn't help but stare as he shuddered with every soft movement.

You saw him teasing his tip and fondling his balls but you snapped when you heard him moan your name and opened the door, quickly walking inside, unbuttoning your shirt.

"Y/n," was the only thing he said before you were crashing your lips onto his and slipping your tongue into his mouth as you both moaned at the feeling. Your lips captured his in a frenzy making him hold onto you with trembling hands.

"You couldn't wait until I got home, could you?" You ask him between breaths after you finally pulled away, a string of your mixed saliva connecting the both of you.

"N-no, I tried to cum but it didn't work," Choso said looking down towards his cock. You peered at his reddened dick that was leaking cum and grabbed hold of it. That was enough to send Choso off the edge as he erupted in the palm of your hand. "F-fuck I-" Choso was cut off as you kissed him hard before kneeling between his legs and wrapping your mouth around his dick.

Choso couldn’t hold back his moans as your hot mouth engulfed his still sensitive length. His cock throbbed in your mouth, a long prominent vein stroking your tongue and making you pool between your legs.

“F-fuck, I missed you so m-much,” Choso groans as his words make you moan on his dick, sending vibrations along him.

He gently pulled you off his cock and repositioned the both of you so that your pussy was directed over his face and he nearly came at the sight of your swollen wet cunt clenching around nothing.

“Cho ??” You asked your boyfriend who was just as mesmerised at your pussy like every single time he’s seen it. He reached out with his fingers and circled your throbbing clit making you cry out in pleasure from the slight friction. You felt his dick twitch against your face, nearly forgetting the task you had at hand when Choso’s mouth collided with your pussy.

“Mmmph, nghh,” you couldn’t let out the moans you wanted to as you slipped Choso’s pretty cock in your mouth, your legs spread on either side of Choso’s face as he devoured you like you were the first thing he had eaten in years.

Choso was having a hard time trying not to cum from the sound of your muffled moans and the way your tongue swirled his tip making him twitch in your mouth. He licked a languid stripe from

your hole to the top of your sensitive bud, drawing circles with his tongue. He sucked and licked your clit so hard you couldn’t even suck his dick properly, going dumb from his mouth.

He gripped your thighs and brought you impossibly closer to his face, groaning in your pussy and tongue fucking your tight hole. Your legs trembled and you got closer and closer to your release.

“Choso, ahhh, I-i’m cumming, oh my god,” You managed to make out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body rushed with white hot pleasure. You shook and squirmed on top of Choso who didn’t let up his antics, directly targeting your clit as you came all over his tongue. He drank in your sweet juices with a low thank you that you nearly missed as you lay lazily, his twitching cock hitting your face.

Choso flipped you over to face him, straddling him, your pussy directly on his rock hard dick. He gripped your thighs and kissed you, letting you taste yourself as you both moaned against each other. He gave your boobs a desperate squeeze and leaned down to suck your nipples as you dragged a hand through his hair and leaned your head back. He then kissed up from your boobs up to your jaw, leaving marks as he went and moaning, grinding his raw dick on your slick pussy.

“Baby, can you ride me again ?”

Pt.2 here !!

[rafeyssugar]

starving for you

rafe couldn’t help it. he told himself to stop—over and over again—but his brain never listened. his eyes had a mind of their own, locked onto you like you were some sort of divine temptation sent just to ruin him.

it was a problem. a serious one.

because you weren’t his. you weren’t his girl, weren’t his anything except a friend—one who had absolutely no clue what you were doing to him

the pool party

it was just a regular summer afternoon, nothing crazy. a few friends, a pool, music, drinks—typical pogue vs. kook nonsense.

except nothing was typical when it came to you.

you had shown up in the tiniest bikini rafe had ever seen, all soft curves and sun-kissed skin, laughing like you weren’t absolutely wrecking his ability to think straight.

he was trying—god, he was trying—to look anywhere but at your tits, but you weren’t making it easy. especially when you leaned over the edge of the pool, dripping wet, arms pressing against the concrete, giving him a perfect view.

“rafe,” kelce said, smirking, “you’re staring, bro.”

“shut the fuck up,” rafe muttered, dragging a hand down his face, but he still didn’t look away.

the bonfire

it was cold, but you didn’t care. you were curled up in a hoodie—his hoodie, not that you noticed—knees pulled up to your chest, laughing at something jj said.

rafe wasn’t listening to the conversation. he was too busy watching the way the fabric of his hoodie stretched over your chest, the way you absentmindedly played with the strings, twisting them around your fingers, totally unaware of how badly he wanted to be the one tugging at them.

“yo, you good?” topper asked, raising an eyebrow.

rafe clenched his jaw. “fine.”

the sleepover

it wasn’t supposed to be anything weird. you’d crashed at his place before—plenty of times.

but this time? this time, you had decided to wear that shirt.

the tiny white one, the one that clung to you in all the right places, barely covering anything. and with no bra underneath? yeah, rafe was done for.

he had to physically restrain himself from staring at the way your nipples pressed against the thin fabric, obvious—taunting himself—like they were just begging for his attention.

then you stretched, arms lifting over your head, the movement making the already short hem ride up even higher, exposing more of your stomach, teasing the soft skin underneath.

“jesus christ,” rafe muttered under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut.

you finally noticed.

“what’s wrong with you?” you asked, tilting your head, amused.

rafe exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “nothing.”

but then you shifted, crossing your arms over your chest, pushing up the fabric just slightly—

and rafe lost it.

“nah,” he groaned, rubbing his face. “you need to put something else on. now.”

you blinked. “huh?”

“i—fuck,” he muttered, standing up so fast the chair nearly tipped over. “just… forget it.”

but you didn’t forget. not when you saw the way his hands clenched into fists, the way his breathing was uneven, the way his jaw tightened like he was holding back something dangerous.

and that’s when you realized—

this whole time, rafe hadn’t just been looking. he’d been starving.

a/n: gon bless yall w a part 2 later dwww❣️❣️

[jesuistrestriste]

Art w a breeding kink who knows DAMN well you're on birth control but every time he's close talks like he's fully fucking you without any protection..! You just gotta play along atp !! -🪐

he gets so lost in your body ! ! can’t help but moan into your neck about how much he wants to fill your womb with his spend and get you swollen with his child

hips slapping against your ass as he pummels your insides, practically bruising your cervix, and squeezing the sides of your waist when your walls tighten around him. “mmnfuuuck—you’re gonna milk me, baby, making me feel so good—“

you nod, deliriously pushed into a state of dazed silence and compliance because of how hard he’s taking you. you arch your spine and push yourself back against his cock, letting out a wet gasp when you feel him start to throb. art nearly blacks out. his hands slide to cup your tummy as he feels his tip bulge in his palm during a particularly powerful thrust. it gets the cogs in his brain turning quicker than he can handle, and then all he can suddenly think about is—

“god, i wanna breed you.. wan’ put a baby in you, gotta fuck my cum deep inside so you get pregnant, aah,” he whines into your shoulder from behind, fingers digging into your abdomen as he feels his orgasm start to prickle over his shaft, “gonna take it all f’r me? please, please, keep me all inside, i wanna make you a mommy so badly.. please, please, ah- fuck! here it comes—!”

you barely have a moment to squeeze the bedsheets under your fingers before he slams once, twice, three times into your cunt and then floods it with his come. hot, silky ropes gushing against your most vulnerable parts as he cries out and collapses on top of you. he absentmindedly grinds his pelvis as he lets your palpating walls cling to his sensitive shaft, wringing him dry. “mmff.. shit, oh god, still comin’ out.. will you keep it for me? keep it nice and warm and safe..? need you to.. t’keep it all in so it takes..”

you just lay there, trapped underneath his heavy body, silently promising to make him a father..

.. and you hope he won’t be too sad when you remind him that you’re on the pill.

[casiia]

༉‧₊˚. — simon 'GHOST' riley; newlyweds.

warnings .: x reader, smut, mdni 18+, afab! reader, v! penetration, heavily unedited

.: masterlist.

simon was not thrilled when you told him you didn’t want to sleep with him before the wedding, something about it being “bad luck”. at first he didn’t understand but he was willing to oblige, sleeping in the guest room didn’t sound too bad; although he didn’t like the idea of sleeping in a cold bed while you were just a room away — but fighting with you was never a battle he won. 

except, when you clarified that you didn’t want to ‘fuck’ before your wedding, he was not having it. he couldn’t stop the baffled laugh that slipped from his lips. it didn’t make sense, you weren’t a virgin; he had the pleasure of stuffing you full of his cock many times while dating. to say he was confused was an understatement. 

but, what the bride wants, the bride gets. so weeks go by where simon has to take care of his growing problem by himself; just to tease you, and hopefully make you regret your decision, he’ll get off in bed, right before you go to sleep. 

simon will have you watch the way he tugs at his cock with need, his head tilted back with grunts and an uneven breath. his chest heaving as thick ropes of his cum spurt onto his exposed abdomen. he’ll give you a sly smirk before climbing out of bed, his boxers tugged up but hanging too low revealing his v-line. 

it takes everything in you to stick to your word, watch every night as simon adds the lewd task into his daily routine. eventually, he’s the one that breaks, the way he stumbles into your shared bedroom and finds you with a hand between your thighs – his name spewing from your lips when you catch sight of him.

he wishes he could say ‘i told you so’ when you’re begging for him, needing to relieve the ache that’s been dwelling in your tummy for so long. he takes one look at your sopping cunt and wonders how long you’ve been trying to stuff your fingers inside of you knowing that they couldn’t reach that gummy spot only he could. 

simon shakes his head with a chuckle, taking his time to settle himself between your legs. he kisses your knees, hiking them over his shoulder and winding his arms around your thighs to keep you still. with his thumbs, he’s spreading your folds – a teasing tut and tilt of the head are all you need from him to know that he’ll never let you hear the end of it. 

he has to swallow a groan, hard eyes glued to your leaking hole. your juices dribbling from your cunt and dripping onto the bedsheets. “you sure you wanna keep up with your stupid idea? i can make you feel good, take care of you the way you need.” simon asks, almost begging for you to quit being stubborn this once and let him relieve you – to let him fuck you stupid so he can spill his cum deep inside of you instead of wasting it and wiping it off of his chest with a towel. 

he just wants to feel your tight cunt wrapped around him, hear your moans as his fat tip nudges against that one spot that makes your walls flutter around his cock. simon’s rutting his hips into the mattress, too lost in his lewd thoughts to hear you reject his suggestion. when he does he’s dropping his head with a low growl. 

he never thought he would hate your friends, but he could kill the person who told you about this stupid suspicion. simon is a good boyfriend, he’ll show you how good of a husband he will be too. reluctantly accommodating to your wishes, he stuffs his fingers inside of you instead of his throbbing cock.

oddly enough, he finds himself loving this more. the way your slick coats his hand – his engagement ring. simon is moaning at the sight, his simple soon-to-be wedding band glistening in the dim light as he finger fucks your tight hole. 

“aw, honey. s’too much?” he coos, curling his fingers inside of you and pressing his thumb to your clit. he nips at the inside of your thigh and grins at the way your legs tremble, your back arched off the mattress. with his free hand he wraps it around your wrist, squeezing it lightly so you’d loosen your tight grip on the bedsheets below. intertwining your fingers with his, he works you up to another orgasm, talking you through it.

“just like that, baby.” “cum all over my fingers, soak this pretty lil’ ring.” 

as much as he enjoys fingering you with his ring on, he loves it when you take a bit of control and take care of him the same way. rubbing over his clothed erection with your left hand, the big diamond on your engagement band looking small next to his sore, hard cock. 

simon’s eyes flutter when you squeeze his shaft, precum leaking from his slit and slowly dribbling over your fingers – over your ring, coating the big diamond. he’ll guide your hand up and down his shaft urging you to go quicker, he loves the way your soft hands feel compared to his calloused ones.

 he’s bucking his hips upwards into your hand, his head tilted back while he’s whining desperately. simon normally keeps his noises under control but he hasn’t felt your touch in so long.

“fuck, a-ah. can’t wait to marry you and fuck you right.” 

his breath hitches when you squeeze his angry red tip, the cool metal of your ring rubbing against his slit. with a deep groan he’s cumming all over your hand; watching with wide eyes, the way your fingers play with his hot, sticky cum. 

after your wedding ceremony, simon drags the both of you into the bathroom. shamelessly, he’s bending you over the sink, unzipping his trousers, and hiking your wedding dress up. 

“si, we can’t. people are waiting for us.” you squeal when he snaps the garter against your thigh, his rough hands squeezing your hips and pulling your thong down. simon only rolls his eyes, leaning down and spitting on your exposed pussy. he rubs his cock between your folds, using his spit as a lubricant.

“they can wait, m’gonna take care of my wife first.”

how could you say no, especially to your husband?

AN: i know nothing about weddings or marriage, but i heart hubby si

[heyimkana]

PLEASE MORE ASMR OF HUSBAND YUTA!!!!

I mean, I know it's not Megumi Ogata but... Some other ASMR you have? That we can imagine as Yuta? Please? 🥲 Your story is so good too! There's nothing to read about Yuta x Reader and finding your story was a gift from heaven 🙏🏻

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DON'T WORRY NONNIE I GOTCHU (also thank you so much for reading and liking my fic 😭)

in this one, the two of you had been doing it so much (it was your wedding night after all), that when he came for like the third time that night, you passed out, but he kept fucking you anyway 😳

quick translation:

"ah, I'm gonna cum again... Take all of it, okay... I'm cumming... ah, this is amazing. I already came a lot but I still can't stop moving my hips... I love you... I love you so much... Hey... did you hear me? Don't tell me... you fell asleep? I guess that can't be helped... Hey, let's stay like this forever, okay? Just the two of us like this, forever... I love you... I already made a promise that I will love you for eternity... Until my bones turn to dust, I will always love you..."

[castielthinkr]

UNCONDITIONAL [uhn-kuhn-dish-uh-nl] adjective. not limited by conditions; absolute

sam x fem!reader ft. dean cw suggestive (mdni), little bit of angst, set sometime in the early seasons bc i love baby sam, reader is shorter than sam, switch sam my beloved wc 1014

summary sam can’t get enough of you notes whiny sam ib this scene from house of wax

when dean had left the two of you alone in a motel room for the night, he hadn’t imagined he’d wake up to sam alone and miserable.

and yet, there he was.

“where’s-”

“she’s gone, dean,” his brother had huffed, “long gone.”

he hadn’t prodded any further. you were one of sam’s many soft spots. a hunter yourself, you knew the risks of getting close to people. sam had thought that with both of you being hunters it would offer some reprieve, would allow you to open up to him and begin something, anything. he was almost desperate for you, but you left anyway, claiming it was too dangerous.

of course, he knew that most hunters isolated themselves. bobby and gordon sprang to mind immediately.

still, he had hope.

you saw each other again some months later. this time, you’d helped the boys on a case, sticking around long enough for sam to get to know you somewhat better. it frustrated him to no end that he couldn’t get further than the walls you’d built up, but he understood.

you hadn’t spent the night together the way you had three times before then, instead parting ways at sundown with a kiss that could have rivalled romeo and juliet. sam was addicted to your lips, your eyes, your body. you weren’t faring any better; sam’s body on yours and the noises he made played on your mind constantly.

and then: radio silence. once again.

even dean was beginning to worry about you. you normally checked in with them, especially after a tough case, but they’d heard nothing for weeks upon weeks.

that was, until you showed up at their motel door.

dean had ushered you in out of the rain immediately after taking the necessary precautions (read: splashing you with holy water). you were tired, a little bloodied, and soaked to the bone, but otherwise okay. he sat you on a bed and brought you a towel, allowing you a moment of peace before he threw questions at you.

“you’ve had sammy worry sick, y’know,” he said, giving you yet another once over.

“i know, i’m sorry. i’ve been on a long hunt. no cell service for weeks,” you said, wringing out your hair.

“and?”

“a werewolf clan. six of them. had to pick them off one by one and the last one chased me here. i killed it on the border of town and by then i had nothing. no supplies other than the clothes on my back and weapons in my hand and god knows what in my pockets,” you explained.

dean whistled. “so how’d you find us?”

“i called-” you started, as the door swung open. you tensed, immediately relaxing the second you saw a mop of brown hair atop a lanky frame.

“sammy,” you whispered.

sam’s head snapped to you, which dean took as his cue to leave.

“hey,” you said lamely, standing.

“where have you been?” sam said immediately. you could tell he was torn between being mad at you for disappearing and worried at your complete absence from the world.

“a hunt. it’s a long story. i had no cell service for two weeks,” you said, stood stock still. you didn’t want to startle the man in front of you, instead letting him come to you.

“i’ve missed you,” he all but whispered, closing the distance between you and putting his hands on your waist.

“i’m sorry,” you replied. he leaned down to kiss you, one hand coming up to cradle your neck.

your lips met, beginning slow but soon moving towards something more like hungry. you’d been starved of each other for too long, and sam didn’t intend to let you go this time. he chased your lips as you backed away for air, moving once again to the bed.

“that one’s dean’s,” sam said against your lips, directing you to his own bed. you giggled, making your way over and allowing sam to sit on his bed. you stood inbetween his legs, craning your neck down a little to kiss him more.

he slipped his tongue in your mouth, pulling you impossibly closer to him. you ran your hands across his broad shoulders, down his toned chest, as his own danced up and down your back, occasionally reaching your ass. he moved back towards the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. you straddled his thighs with your own, practically crawling to him. you looked down at him through half-lidded eyes as he looked at you, nothing but adoration on his face. you leaned in once more, connecting again.

sam’s hands travelled further, spreading across your waist and against your stomach, settling eventually underneath your thighs. yours migrated down, feeling his abs and oh so carefully brushing his obvious erection. at that, sam let out a whine, which he tried to stop almost immediately. you smirked at him.

“haven't heard that one before,” you said, teasing him.

he rolled his eyes playfully. “yeah, well, i was on top last time.”

“maybe we should do this more often then.”

sam’s response was to pull you in again, to which you let out a gasp, making him smile into the kiss. he ran his hand through your hair and you moaned, at which point dean chose to enter the room again.

“c’mon guys, i don’t wanna see that shit,” he complained dramatically, covering his eyes.

you sighed and rolled off sam’s lap. he pulled a pillow onto it in your place to hide the bulge in his jeans.

“don’t just barge in like that then,” sam retorted, obviously annoyed at his brother.

“‘s not my fault you two chose to get it on in our shared motel room!”

you rolled your eyes at their bickering, leaning down to get the towel you’d forgotten the minute you saw sam and using it to dry your hair. looking over at sam, you knew it would be hard to leave him again. you couldn’t stay forever - all three of you knew that - but maybe this time you could stay for longer.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

I can't stop thinking about giving Steve a languid, and tortuously slow hand-job. His t-shirt is rucked up enough to show off his soft hairy tummy, and his boxers are pulled down just enough to free his heavy cock from where it was eagerly tenting underneath the material. It's quiet, and neither of you are in any hurry. His pink tip is streaming with pre-cum to slick your fist as you stroke him. You're leaning into him, your lips pressing a hot trail of kisses into his neck whilst he lets out soft little whimpers of pleasure. His freckled skin is flushed with a scarlet pink sheen as he desperately begs for his release. When you finally take pity on him enough to stop your teasing, his stomach muscles tense and he's spilling rope after rope over the knuckles of your fist.