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hoshigray · 1 year

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Alright, y'all, here's the plan: you're not quite aware of what Toji does for work, yet you keep quiet. But one night, the man comes home bleeding, and you can't keep your worries to yourself anymore. However, for your protection, Toji isn't ready to reveal his assassin business to you. And, in the heat of the moment, ends up saying something that hurts you instead...

A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn) This prompt was picked from a poll to celebrate the 300+ followers milestone (pssst tysm for 450+ you lovelies :D) two weeks back. Truthfully, I don't think this is my best work after proofreading, but I did my best. Probably bc 1) it's longer than I intended, and 2) I procrastinated waaaaay too much with this. I don't even think I made sense halfway through, lol, but fuck it, we ball. Anyways, like last time, there is art drawn by me (@hoshigaby) but it'll be found deep in the fic :33

I hope you enjoy the ride and reblogs + replies are much appreciated!! Also, don't be alarmed that Y/n in the drawing looks of a dark complexion, feel free to use your imagination if it doesn't suit you. But do not edit it; be an adult and ignore it if it's not your taste.

Cw: Toji x fem!reader - arguing/yelling - fingering (fem! receiving) - mating press - Daddy kink - first Toji is sour, then he's sweet bc he's whipped for you :) - clitoral play (pressing down and a pinch) - praise - breast fondling + nipple play - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', honey, kid, mama/ma, princess, sweetheart/sweetie) - Megumi mean-mugging his father while Tsumiki and Shiu Kong tell him to do better lol - mentions of blood and stab wound; isn't fully healed so reopens.

Wc: 5.8k

"Uhh, are you sleeping on the couch?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"...Why??"

You scrunch your brow at your phone, looking at the two people you're talking to through the screen. "I know you're not about to get on my case over where I'm sleeping."

On the L-shaped couch lay you, cuddled up with a fluffy blanket and memory foam pillow, one hand holding your phone while another wrapped around a stuffed plushy. You were on a video call with your best friends: Utahime and Mei Mei.

Utahime, lying on her bed with a face mask, replied to you. "Oh, I'm definitely getting on your case because it's supposed to be the other way around!"

"True, but I like the couch anyways." You puff at the woman who's not satisfied with your answer. "Plus, I'm on the L-part of the couch, so it's practically like a bed!"

Your other friend, Mei Mei, chuckles at her screen. Icy blue hair pulled up in a bun with reading glasses positioned atop her forehead, probably counting her tips on her desk like she always does before bed. "My my, this is the fourth night this week. What did your man say to make you this upset?"

Memories of what happened before come back to you, and so does the exhausting irritation you've been trying to keep at bay.

It was a quiet night like this one as the rain fell hard on the silent streets. You've just put Tsumiki and Megumi to sleep and waited in the living room, watching a movie to pass the time. It was pretty late into the night when you heard the door open as drowsiness settled in. Nevertheless, you got up to greet the man you'd been waiting for coming from the entrance, but you weren't prepared for the sight that instantly woke you up.

Toji Fushiguro, groaning and leaning against the wall with his black jean jacket drenched from the rain. A hand was clenched on the left side of his torso, deep red tarnishing his plain white shirt. He was heaving in an attempt to even his breathing, but when he caught a glimpse of you standing before him, he was quick to try and play it off with a worn-out grin. "Hey, baby." His familiar deep voice was strained in subtle agony.

Worry bubbles within, and you rush towards him. "Oh my God, Toji, what happened!?" You remind yourself to not be too loud as the children are still asleep, so you rely on whisper yellings while walking him up to your shared bedroom.

Even in the room, Toji doesn't explain himself. Just silent hushes and cajoles that he's alright. "I'm fine, honey. Just tell me where's the first aid box." Pointing at the bathroom cabinet, you watch him leave your side to grab the kit. The crimson spilling from him is caused by a stab wound he reveals when he sits on the bathtub, lifting his shirt. You can feel your eyes water, imagining the pain he's going through when he hisses from putting on rubbing alcohol on the gash.

The words you want to say feel so forbidden. Your fingers fidget amongst themselves with the irregular beat of your chest. Don't say it, Y/n. Keep your mouth shut. Don't—

"Is this from work?"

Green eyes shoot back in your direction, and you immediately feel yourself sinking into a pool of regret.

Talk of Toji's occupation wasn't something you brought up much. Even at the beginning of your relationship, he didn't indulge in any insights about what he does, so you eventually quit after a few failed attempts. However, with all the nights he's come home while you sleep or the new scars you point out yet are brushed off, your anxiousness for him keeps festering. And seeing him with his own blood on his hands made you wonder how many nights he has pulled off doing such without your knowledge.

Toji's eyes go back to his wound. "Don't worry 'bout it." The stern tone of his voice has your blood turn cold. He didn't want to entertain this, especially in the wee hours of the night.

And yet you still persist. "No, Toji, I'm serious." You can see him glare at you through the raven bangs shading his forehead. A warning. But it doesn't stop you. "I'm getting worried about you."

From there was when the argument came. Every point you've made to him was shut down at once. His cold responses pierced you. Usually, you'd do what you can to avoid this type of confrontation. But now, it hurts even more when he doesn't cooperate with you, your concerns disregarded like rubbish.

"Damn it, Y/n!" Toji barks at you, seething through the physical pain as a fist bangs hard on the bathroom cabinet. "Why's it so hard for you to stay out of this?"

"Well, if you would tell me things instead of pushing me out the way, then maybe I wouldn't have to!" At this point, you're fighting the tears from falling. Your face hot with frustration, but you still speak. "Toji, I've done so much for you and the kids, and I—"

"No one told you to do—"

"Yet I STILL do!" It's your turn to yell. "I care about you deeply, same with Tsumiki and Megumi. I don't ask for much, Toji. But I want you to open your life to me just a little, even when you're hurt like this!"

His emerald eyes remain rigid despite your pleas to him. And what he said next had you still to the core. You can recall the beat of your heart corrupting your senses while the tears stride down.

"If you were goin' to be a thorn on my side like this, I wouldn't have let you be in it in the first place."

"He said WHAT!!??" Utahime shrieks after you retell the situation to your friends.

You nod your head. "I just looked at him, and he looked at me. Then I turned, picked my pillow up, and headed downstairs to this couch."

To say the dark-haired woman was livid was an understatement. "And tell me WHY this fucker isn't the one sleeping on this couch, again??"

"Even if I did tell him to sleep on the couch, he probably would say something like, 'Tch, why should I? I pay bills for this damn house,' and yadda, yadda." This is true, apart from the man being injured, so having him move would've been immoral. "Plus, I just really wanted to get outta the room, so I went ahead and moved myself out."

"So? You pay bills too, what the hell!? Good God, Y/n," Utahime shakes her head. "You sure we can't pummel this dude?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I'm getting used to ignoring him when I see him around the house. But, oh my God, guys, his kids," the phone panned down to the plush toy and the pink, fluffy blanket. "Miki saw me sleeping here the other morning and gave me this blanket. And Gumi — he's such a sweetie. He gave me his favorite froggy toy to sleep with to scare off his dad from 'bothering me in my dreams.' "

"Hmm, how adorable." Mei Mei comments. "Funny how such darlings can come from a guy like that."

Utahime nods rapidly and throws in her opinion. "Listen, Y/n, you shouldn't think you outta be in every part of that man's life. Even so, he should at least know how to compromise. I mean, come on, you take care of him, the kids, the house, and go to work with us. All of that just for you to sleep on a couch!?"

"You're not gonna let this couch thing go, aren't you?" The pale blue-haired woman chuckles again, and Utahime sighs. "But she's right, Y/n. It takes a certain kind of person to have the patience to do what you do in a relationship with a single father and two children. I'm sure Utahime would've left with all her hair out."

The dark-haired one gets up from her bed and takes her device with her, heading to the bathroom to finish her skin care. "Now, why am I the one used as an example?"

"Because you're the most vocal about a relationship that isn't yours." A sly smile is painted on Mei Mei's face after she hears a 'hmph!' from the other as Utahime removes the mask and washes her face. "My point is that you like this man — love him even. But that love shouldn't cost you to be so emotionally drained. Perhaps he understands this, except it wasn't the perfect moment for you two to express yourselves. Maybe talk to him when you two stop the silent treatment."

All you do is hum aimlessly, too wrapped in what your friend said to give a proper response. Then you yawn, your body signaling you to finally rest. "I'll sleep on that thought. Night, girlies~~" You wave and send kisses to the other two. They do the same as you leave the video call, placing the phone on the coffee table and snuggling up with the blanket and plush toy.

You try to distract yourself by thinking of what you'll do tomorrow. You gotta get up and make breakfast for Tsumiki and Megumi before waking them up, then head to the station and take the bus to work. Maybe you can finally try that new café close by with Mei Mei and Utahime for lunch. And when you return home, you should whip up something fun for the kids to eat.

Perhaps, make something for Toji since he sometimes forgets to feed himself when you're not around. Or if he's leaving for work, wish him a safe trip back home like always. And...if he's down for it...you can find the right time......to talk...about......

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The moment you closed your eyes, it felt as though you were sleeping on your own bed again. When you turn to your side, your body descends into the feeling of cold sheets beneath you. It was pretty comfy! Plus, the blanket—

Wait...Sheets?

Your eyes slowly open to the sight of bedsheets underneath you. Navigating out of the sleepy stupor, you make out parts of your surroundings to know that you're not in the living room anymore. You slowly rise up to face the door of the bedroom. Your shared bedroom.

A sudden cough alerts you, forced as if to grab your attention. A chill crawls up your spine. Oh God, no. You turn to the side to see the man accompanying his side of the bed. And there he was, Toji, lying on his side with his head resting on a hand, looking dead at you. His raven hair looked damp from a recent shower, sporting only a grey wifebeater and dark sweatpants.

"Hey," is all he says to you. No smirk and no nickname followed with the greeting. Just a simple address to you with his green eyes softly watching yours. You almost fall into their inviting spell the more you look at them.

Nonetheless, it's not compelling enough since you remember he's the man you fought with four days ago — the same man you weren't prepared to see right now. You quickly turn away from him and lift the comforter to exit the room. However, Toji grabbed your wrist before your feet could touch the floor, his grip too strong for you to pull away from him.

You avoid eye contact with him, your back facing him. "Toji, let me go. I'm going to sleep."

"Then sleep."

"On the couch, Toji." You try and pull again. Nothing.

"Fuck that, just sleep here. I didn't carry you up here for nothin'."

You shake your head as you exhale through your nose. Of course, he carried me here. "Whatever happened to you not wanting me to be a part of your life?"

The words that left your lips surprised you and the grip around your wrist tightens. You didn't mean to say them, but it was the truth because they were his own words. Or did you?

Still facing away from Toji, you're unable to see his reaction. Oh shit, is he angry? Is he going to let me go after that?

"Darlin', please..." His deep voice hushed for only you to hear. "I just really need you with me here. Just for tonight...." His hold lessens, leaving you to decide whether you should stay.

The silence is uncomfortable for both of you — especially for Toji, who has you where he wants you to be, where you're supposed to be. As seconds pass when he doesn't hear from you, the nervousness that used to exist before your relationship rises back into the pit of his stomach. And his soul drops down when you remove your wrist from his hand.

Though, to his surprise, your hand lifts the comforter up while your legs move back on top of the mattress. You lay back down with a sigh, your back still facing Toji. "Did you give Miki back her blanket?"

Toji exhales quietly, situating himself back on his side of the bed. "Yeah, and Megumi with his toy."

You hum, and the silence fills the room once more.

Toji looks at nothing but your figure next to him, watching the rise and fall of your shoulder as you breathe silently, your face nestled comfortably on the pillow. To think it's been half a week since he last saw you in this room is hard to believe.

That night when you left him really stuck with him. The image of your face covered in tears was all he envisioned, the same with you grabbing your pillow and exiting the room. After tending his stab wound, he went down to talk it out. Yet when Toji saw you sleeping soundly on the couch with dried tears painting your pretty face, he didn't dare wake you up and just went to bed.

And it was worse the following days. Not only did he have you avoiding him at every chance, but he had to deal with the judgmental looks of his children. Never in his life has he seen Megumi give him glares that meant business. If looks could kill, Toji would be finished. And Tsumiki, his sweet little girl, now pesters him about being nice to Y/n, saying he should think about their feelings and apologize.

But what about his feelings? Does no one understand that he was just trying to keep you out of business that you didn't need to fret over? He's very aware that his job is not a normal one. It's dangerous, and anyone around him can get hurt or worse. Hence, keeping you away from this part of his life keeps you and his family safe. If not knowing he's an assassin keeps you from harm's way, why change that.

At least...that's what he thought, not what he said.

Even Shiu Kong, his handler, had something to say after telling him what had happened during lunch today. "Wow. I knew you were trash, but I didn't know you were that dumb, too." The man snickers when Toji shoves a middle finger his way. Shiu lights another cigarette after discarding the one he finishes. "Well, how were they supposed to know you were watching out for them? If someone you love comes to your front door bloody and sick, whose safety are you worrying about?"

Toji says nothing to that, letting the other man resume speaking some sense into him after taking a long sig from his cigarette.

"Look. I can't promise that this angel of yours wants to stay with you after what you said. That's all up to them. But until they decide that, I hope your dumbass realizes when someone sticks with you literally through blood and pain, that's someone who cares for you to the Moon and back. Not saying you should tell them what you do, but a nice word or two of comfort is all they need. If you're not that big of an idiot, reconcile and let them know you care about them."

"...Reconcile and let them know you care about them..."

If there's one thing that Toji has trouble with, it's knowing how to use his words. It was a tiny problem in the earlier stages of your relationship, but as time flew, you could guess how much the tall man cherishes you by his actions rather than words.

The older man knows that you know he loves you. But now, when he's pushed into a position where words are necessary to portray his real feelings for you, he feels stumped.

"If you were goin' to be a thorn on my side like this, I wouldn't have let you be in it in the first place."

Toji grimaces at his own words replaying in his head. Why the fuck did I say that?

"Whatever happened to you not wanting me to be a part of your life?"

Your words ring in his mind. Why did I fuckin' say that for? What the hell is wrong with me? What did—

"Toji?"

He returns to reality, eyes moving back to your still silhouette.

"I know you're still awake, so I'm gonna ask this." Toji braces himself for whatever your soft voice muttered. "Whatever job you're doing, is it a dangerous one?"

Shit. The dreaded talk is here, and Toji cannot escape it.

"Yeah."

"Are you good at your job?"

"It's the only thing I'm good at."

You nod your head aimlessly to his answer. Then you turn around to face the anxious older man. The moonlight peaking through the window blinds illuminates your face beautifully while Toji's breathing slows.

"I don't think that's true," you continue to answer. "You're good at being a father to Tsumiki and Megumi. Not the best, but a decent one nonetheless. You're also good at caring for me; letting me live with you and your family proves that. And lastly," Toji gulps with a dry throat.

"You're good at loving. You say you're lousy at it, but there's love in everything you do for me. It's there when you look at me whenever you think I'm unaware. Or when you silently grab my hand when in crowded areas. Or," a small chuckle exits from you. "When you carry me up from downstairs to the bedroom."

Toji's jade eyes lock in with yours, waiting for you to avert your gaze away from him. But you don't. You keep looking at him. You keep spoiling him. This type of recognition is something Toji never thought he deserved, so you giving it to him so effortlessly makes his growing guilt eat him alive.

"I care about you so much, Toji." You shift closer to Toji and bring a hand to his cheek, causing the man to lift his brows. Your face is only a few inches away from his. "What happened yesterday really scared me. All I could think about was the wound and all the scars you have. Where they all came from and how deep they are. Or......you never coming back."

"Baby..." Toji absently refers to you with a sweet name, placing his big hand on top of yours on his cheek. He lets you finish.

"I know you can't guarantee coming back to me unscathed, but I just want you to promise me something: please let me know you'll be okay. When you're gone, I can only hope you make it back home safely. So, just promise to not get yourself killed." A sheepish smile is used to ease the serious tone. "Even if I'm not in your life, I'm sure Tsumiki and Megumi would be pretty upset to not have you around."

Toji scoffs. "Trust me, I'm sure they'd leave me the moment you step out the door." That makes you laugh, and it has the man swooning hearing it. His hand moves to your cheek, and you allow him to stroke it with a thumb. "And I wouldn't blame 'em. Havin' such a beautiful and loving angel slip through my fingers?"

"Toji..."

"I'm sorry for what I said and scarin' you like that. If you aren't here with me, as part of my life and all, then I don't think I can't make a promise like that. You're too good fr' me, and I'm sorry if I didn't seem to appreciate you until now."

And you know he's genuine with his plea, his green eyes gauging your reaction to see if he's worth another chance. All you do is sigh and lift yourself up, wipe his wet bangs from his forehead, and kiss it. "Not the best apology, but I accept it."

He drones, relishing the feeling of your lips on him again. "So, are we cool, kid?"

"Yeah," you peer down at him with a smile, and he does the same. "We're cool. However, if you ever yell at me again, don't be surprised when I pack my bags."

"Oh yeah?" Toji raises a brow. "I'll be careful, then."

"You better." Hushed chuckles are shared to comfort the silence, enjoying the closeness between you two that felt like forever to have again. Just the two of you with you giggling above him and the light from the window cascading an ethereal glow to your features. Your teeth shied behind pretty lips, lips he wanted to kiss.

And you catch him looking. You notice him wanting you, needing you. Just as much as you need him. You slowly lean down to his face, planting your soft lips on his rigid pair.

Toji's surprised by the action for a moment, but he moans into your mouth and pulls you into him closer. The kiss starts off nice and slow yet quickly changes to one filled with passion and desire. Teeth clashing, tongues exchanging, sweet moans paired with aroused groans.

As you two are lost in each other's lips, Toji carefully maneuvers you on your back with him on top of you. Your legs find purchase around his waist as he rocks into your core, rocking your hips together in a steady rhythm by the second.

His hand snakes down to your lower region, fingers brushing past your pajamas and onto your panty-covered vulva. The intrusion has you breaking the kiss with heavy breaths filling the silent, moonlit room. He busses your chin down to your neck as shaky mewls slip out your mouth.

"Haaah, Toji, we shouldn't. It's late—Hmmm..." Your whimpers don't stop him from pulling your pajamas and undergarments off.

"It's okay, sweetheart, lemme make it up to you." He says in-between kisses on your clavicle, pulling up your shirt to reveal your bare chest. His free hand fondles a breast before his mouth goes for the other. "Let Daddy take care of you..."

The sudden combination of his thick fingers intruding between your nether folds and his mouth sucking and licking your sensitive nipple has you whining in bliss, your hand gripping his wet raven hair resulting in a satisfied groan from the older man. Toji missed this — missed you — close to him, under him on this bed.

One finger plays with your wet chasm for a few moments before it's inserted inside. A shriek is let out as your cunt adjusts to the digit. "Mmmph! Oh God, Daddy, your fingers...Ahhh!"

A soft 'pop' leaves from Toji's mouth when pulled back from sucking on your nipple, his tongue lapping around the sensitive nob. "What's that, mama? My fingers feelin' good?" You nod rapidly, but that's not the answer Toji's looking for, so he bites on your nipple gingerly yet hard enough for you to jolt. "Daddy wants your words, angel."

"Yesss, yes, your fingers feel soo good," You mewl to him, and Toji chuckles dangerously low while rewarding you with another digit in your slick-coated hole. His abrupt middle finger joins his forefinger in attacking your velvety walls, and your voice shifts higher in ecstasy.

The sounds of Toji's tongue licking around your nipple coincide with the squelches between his fingers and your gushy slit. Your brain starts to short-circuit.

"Ahh! Ahhh! Daddy, I can feel—I'm gonna," Toji's fingers pick up the pace. You're so close to release, you can feel it.

"Gonna be good and cum on Daddy's fingers, right, baby?"

"Mhmmm, I wanna co—Oh, Jesus, I wanna come. Hoooooh..."

"Then go ahead, princess. Mess 'em up." Toji comes up to kiss your forehead as his fingers go irrationally fast, and a thumb sneaks to press down on your unattended clit. With a choked cry, you spasm and cream on his thick digits. He watches you finish, loving the image of your head pushed back on pillows and your body arching towards him.

He dismisses himself from you once you're done, licking his fingers of your essence and taking off his wifebeater and pants. The image of his free cock has you biting your lower lip in anticipation as you discard your shirt to the bedroom floor as well. When you look at Toji, you notice the bandaged patch on his left side. He sees you glimpsing, quick to ease your concerns. "I'll be fine, darlin'. Won't go too crazy." Looking at his scarred body in a new light, you nod and follow his lead.

Toji carries your legs up to move to the right of his shoulder, situating you two into a mating press. His dick aligns with your glossy cunt. Precum meets slick and lubricates the two sexes pushing into each other. Toji coaxes you. "Too tense, ma. Relax fr' me." You prepare yourself with even breaths, and the man pushes into you with each exhale.

The head of his cock enters, a cry departs from your lips, and Toji hisses with the tightness of your slit. His hips go slow, making sure your walls accommodate every vein and dent of his dick as it ventures deep within you. Hits to your G-spot have you babbling incoherent prayers, gripping the sheets under you.

When his cockhead finally meets your cervix, you sob his name in rapture. Toji smirks, dialing the pace of his thrusts up. "Mmmm, Christ, yr' tight pussy. So fuckin' perfect fr' me."

Every stroke prompts a euphoric moan from you, drool escaping your lips as your mind turns into putty. The noises of his pelvis smacking on your ass feel so wrong to hear, yet you can't help but grip around Toji's girthy length. It gets worse when he presses his entire body weight on you, forcing you to take his cock and abusing your tender cervix with every deep rut.

As for Toji, he's enjoying seeing you writhe and pant under his bow. The corner of your eyes sprinkled with tears, your mouth wailing in euphoric chants, the way your cunt clamps around his dick when he grinds his hips deep onto your come-covered folds. He can never get enough of this, enough of you, driving him so fucking crazy.

"Daddyyy, I'm gonna—Ahhaaaa!!" Toji's now going at an erratic cadence, his cock churning your insides as his heavy balls slapping your folds being the only things you can listen to. Your whines get higher and higher while chasing your climax. "Cu-cumming, I'm gonna cumm—Ohhh!!"

"Hnngh! Oh, shit, fuck, fuck. Me too, kid, me too," Toji groans into your ear. God, his deep voice makes your brain mush. "Oooooh, want me to fill you up, mama?"

Your head nods frantically, tears now staining your face. "Yessss, please, Daddy!! I want it!" Toji hears your pleas and smashes his mouth into yours, moans swapped between lips with tongues daubed in saliva. A hand is moved down to your clit, pinching the spot between Toji's forefinger and thumb. And your pussy tightens around his cock one last time before you peak onto him.

The fluttery spasms of your walls clenching around Toji have him finish in three deep strokes, spurting his seed inside you before he relaxes his heaving body on yours. The kiss breaks with you two huffing and panting, the final moments of your high finally depleting out of your nude bodies.

His green eyes take in your dazed expression, calloused fingers wiping your tears away. "How's that for an apology?"

"You pervy old man," You chuckle to yourself, so out of breath. "You're more of a man of action anyway, so you pulled through. "

"Hehe, I'll take it." He cups your jaw with his big hand, your eyes locked in with his. "I love you so fuckin' much, baby. Sorry for ever making you think otherwise."

You blink once. Twice. Your hands come up to his face, and a finger swipes away black bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. "I love you too, Toji. I would've left your ass if you weren't."

Toji smiles and leans in to kiss your swollen lips with his scared ones; however, a sharp pain stops him, prompting the big man to yell out. Worried, you try to assess what's wrong. Then you see it: the blood-stained bandage on his left side.

A gasp catches his attention, and Toji turns to what you're gawking at. His body freezes, seeing the trail of blood exit from his reopened wound.

"Ahhhh shit..."

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"Well, well, well," Utahime smirks at you through the screen. "I see you're not on the couch anymore."

You smile sheepishly as you lie on the pillows and headboard of your shared bed. Tsumiki and Megumi huddle beside you, napping blissfully around your presence under Tsumiki's pink blanket.

"Yeah, we made up last night." To avoid disturbing the children, you reply in whispers.

Mei Mei hums. "I see that. I assume you two had a nice talk about it?" You open your mouth, but no words come out. The two women quirk up a brow.

"Oh? I take it that there was more than just talking." Utahime chimes in, her smile going ear to ear while your eyes avoid the screen. "No wonder we didn't see you at work today. The dick so good it saved your relationship, huh?" She laughs at you hushing her up for using crude language while the children sleep. "Well, happy you two figured it out. But don't think I won't come over there and beat his ass the next time I see you on that couch."

"I second that," Mei Mei agrees. "But Uta can do the beatdown; I'm more interested in what he has in his wallet."

"Not much, I'll tell you that." you correct your friend. "I'm the one who takes care of his finances for safe-keeping."

"Well, that makes things easier for me."

The three of you laugh through your devices. Then you hear heavy footsteps drawing closer from the stairs. "Oop, he's back now. I'll talk to you guys later!" You hurriedly wave and kiss your friends goodbye before ending the video call. The bedroom door opens, and there he is.

Toji flashes a quick smile at you before it vanishes once he sees his kids nestled around you. "I was hopin' to get some alone time with you."

You giggle as you brush Tsumik's hair away from her pretty face. "You're back early. Is your wound okay now?"

"Hmph, yeah, thanks to you pushin' me out the way and grabbin' for the first aid kit." Toji pokes fun at you for the event from last night, where you immediately pushed the brawny man off of you and ran for the tools necessary to treat his open injury the moment you saw blood. You chuckle and watch the tall man climb into bed. "Doc said it should fully heal within a week or two. Why the squirts here?"

"They were happy to find me back in the room for a nap, so they joined me and kept me company." Megumi snuggles close to you for warmth, and you pick him up to your chest.

"Well, they're takin' my spot."

"I don't think they care."

Toji pinches your nose for your snarky remark, and you wriggle out of his fingers with quiet chuckles. His hand then cups your face and pulls you to face him, his emerald eyes softly gazing into you.

"You know I love the hell outta you, right?" His deep voice sounds sweet to the ears. You purr into his hand. "And I hope you know I'm the same for you." He nods. You smile.

He hesitates for a split second, but Toji leans close to kiss your tender lips. Only for a tiny hand to come smacking him in the face, halting him from further movement. To the shock of you both, Megumi was back awake, sending a mean look at his father.

Toji groans in annoyance. "What was that for, brat?"

"For making Y/n sad." Megumi keeps his hold on you secure as he and Toji mean-mug each other. Queuing Tsumiki from her slumber, defending you from her father. "Apologize or stay away!" The little girl warns the older man.

You're quick to break up the mini-fight amongst the Fushiguros. "Alright, kids, no need to worry about me. Your dad already apologized to me by promising to take us out for dinner tonight." Childish faces beam in delight while Toji shifts to instant puzzlement. "Now go get ready and put on your shoes!" Tsumiki and Megumi do just that, rushing out of your shared room and to their own.

When you can't hear the pitter-patter of little feet anymore, you feel big strong arms haul you into Toji's embrace, attacking you with tickles. You try to squirm your way out, but it's no use when he uses his body to cage you in. "Who told you to make promises on my name, huh? You tryna be bratty with me, kid?" He grins at your ticklish suffering.

"Then don't you—Oh God, stop!" It's difficult finishing your statement while fighting back laughter and screams. "Don't you ever yell at me again!"

He stops tickling you, thank God. You catch your breath as Toji looks at you under him with a proud smile. "I don't plan on it, sweetie. Now c'mere."

Toji finally has his lips placed on your soft ones, and you happily return the favor by wrapping your arms around his neck to pepper him with delicate kisses. But the romantic atmosphere vanishes when the children come and dogpile on Toji after hearing your ticklish screams, forcing the older Fushiguro off of you to deal with his kids with tickles of their own.

Observing the children laugh and squirm under Toji's merciless fingers, a soft smile adorns your face watching the domestic display before you and thinking how lucky you are to witness such a thing. Well, that's before all three of them turn to you and bring you another ticklish horror.

And despite the torture, your screams and giggles are filled with pure joy and contentment, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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thegnomelord · 5 months

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Ya'll wanna know my kink? Of course you do :D I blame @rodolfoparras for getting me into this brainrot. MDNI

I love to see a man's pretty little hole gape.

Not to the point of total ruin or prolapsing, but so it's loose enough for you to just sliiide right in without a snag until you're balls deep and he swears he can feel it in his throat; loose enough for you to fuck into him in long smooth strokes that has him shaking and whimpering into the sheets; so loose yet it still tries to suck you in deeper, uselessly trying to clench to keep you inside every time you pull back to thrust into him again.

I like the type of gape that his hole stays open when you pull out, the type of gape that no matter how much the poor man whines and tries to clench he can't keep your cum from slowly trickling out down his taint and balls. But the silly thing doesn't need to worry his pretty little head, it's not his fault his hole is so sloppy and loose. You're there to trail your fingers along the small rivulet of cum, gathering it on the pads of your fingers so you can stuff it back into his hole. And he's so content now that he's not empty, his puffy rim fluttering around your knuckles as you spread his already stretched hole with your fingers until you can see your cum pooled in his soft body.

I also love getting to that point.

I'd love to lay him down on the bed and oil him up, make sure he's so relaxed and pliant he's almost asleep by the time you even near his intimate parts. All he could do is turn his head to catch your gaze, skin flushing with goosebumps as you fondle and massage his ass, your thumbs circling his virgin tight hole before going down, caressing his balls and lazily stroking his cock just as it's starting to twitch with interest. And I'd keep my hands moving slowly, up and down, up and down, until he's sighing and panting against the pillow, thighs trembling with how he tries to keep them open for you, cock hard and his rim twitching whenever you press your thumb against it without trying to penetrate.

Only then would I lean in to lick around his hole, your teeth gently nibbling and sucking on his rim. A full body shiver trails up his spine and the prettiest sounds leave his breathless lips when you breach him with your tongue. And he's so tight it takes you ages of slowly eating him out to stretch him out enough for him to be able to take one of your fingers. It's heaven for you but hell for him, the movement of your tongue against his fluttering slow and lazy sensation keeping him teetering on the edge of that pleasure without it being enough.

And stretching him open slowly is the fun part, taking all the time in the world to get him used to the sensation of your finger wiggling inside him, stretching him open bit by bit so your tongue can lap at his sensitive walls as he moans and groans into the pillow, desperately trying to rut his ass into your face and his cock into the sheets. But he can cum as much as he wants, doesn't mean I'll stop until I can fit three fingers inside and his hole is begging for a fourth.

And damn the sight of his hole when you finally pull your fingers out is priceless; the small gape of his hole, the way his puffy rim continues to flutter and try to clench around nothing is as adorable as the small wiggle of his hips that he does and the soft spoken pleas to just "put it in" that has you finally giving him some relief.

And I don't know what I love more, watching inch after inch of your hard cock disappear into him until your pelvis is flush with his ass, or the long and drawn out moan that leaves his lips when you drape your body over his, catching his lips in a lazy kiss as you set a loving pace that leaves him breathless.

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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timi im sobbing like a bitch while rewatching corazón and law's story (PLUS IM ON MY PERIOD SO BYE)

COULD U PLEASE PLEAAAASE write something about cora??🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🤧🤧🤧🥲🥲🥲🥲🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🥲🥲🤧🤧🥲🥲 anything- i just need him to hug me and kiss me and fuck me and love me etc etc etc aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (dying)

“𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍”

𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Hand holding, Pet names, Soft!Dom Cora, Aftercare, (?) Soft Smut, Size kink(?), Oral, Body Worship, Cora has a tongue piercing

☹️❣️I hope this helps

“You don’t…” a shaky breath left your lips, “Have to…”

“Yes I do…lay down and let me take care of you.”

Damn it.

His breath in your ear made your eyes roll back, you fell weak against his touch.

His long slender fingers unbuttoning the front of your bra while his cold lips hit your hot neck. His kisses were so gentle.

That was his mantra after all. He was your big gentle giant.

Usually you always took charge, laying him down and he was at your disposal but tonight Cora seen the sadness you been carrying behind your smile, he wasn’t too great with his words, more clumsy with verbally as he is physically. So he decided tonight was going to be about you.

“This…” Cora’s heavy breathing against your freed nipple made you mewl, “This…body…is all mine…and I wanna take care of what’s mine.”

His kisses were peppered over the mounds of your breast, he knew how sensitive you were so he smirked at your flinches, kitten licking the top before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue didnt rest, it was wrapping and swirling all over while his other free hand fondled the other.

“Rosi…” You whine, you felt so small, his large nude frame over your half clothed one, his body grinding against you, you felt a wet mess on your thigh already, you giggle weakly, “…I’m fine..”

“If you’re fine, then let me make you feel better than that.”

He closed his large hand with yours now looking into your eyes while his lips slips off your breast, leaving a shiny spit line disconnecting you both down to your panty line, he bit into the thin fabric and pulled it down with his teeth, not breaking away from your gaze.

He kissed both of your inner thighs, the small graze from his lips on your clit made you clench,

“I love this pussy…so much…”

His vulgar words in such a soft tone made you bite your lip, until a hum cane out of you, his long snake like tongue pushing its way inside your cunt, you immediately clench down at the cold metal that was accompanied with it.

“Thats it..” His voice muffled before diving in, feeling your hand squeeze down onto his, “Feel good for me baby, focus on this tongue.”

Cora’s head moved back and fourth, tongue fucking your hole before swirling it back on your clit, your voice was bouncing off the walls of how well he could use it.

There wasn’t an area on your pussy he didn’t lap up, his eyes rolling back at your taste and smell, just overflowing in his mind, “Fuck!” You heard him groan time to time.

Now, here you are a panting undone mess, cumming only in minutes from him being in between your thighs.

The kiss was messy, he needed you to taste yourself.

Drool pooled between both of you, barely being able to breath you both were so needy for each others touch, you didn’t mind feeling him slide his cock half way inside you.

“Th-this..is new…” You stutter, you and him knew how big he was, so missionary wasn’t something you both had in mind to do but for tonight he will make sure to keep you noting less of pleasure in this position.

The bed shook the ground, Cora’s hips nearly snapping aginst yours, he couldn’t bottom out, only half way in in fear he may hurt you he kept his pace steady and it was perfect.

“I love you..” Your boyfriend whined in your ear now grabbing both of your hands as you rocked your hips together, “I love you so much, babe. Please don’t leave me.”

His voice was cracking and you heard a few sniffs in your ear as he kissed it turning his head to find your lips again. You both were so overwhelmed by this new closeness you felt yourself cumming again.

“I love you, Rosi!” You moaned, letting go of one hand to hold the back of his nape, “I love you, I won’t ever leave you..”

It was emotional for you both, but the pleasure of the orgasm you shared together that night made it all the more better.

It left you shaking, one of your legs wrapped around his hip, he grabbed it keeping it up there as he rode out both of your highs, not once letting go from your kisses or hand.

When he pulled out, there was a sticky pool beneath you both, Neither of you cared you just wanted to be held.

and that he did.

“I meant what i said, Cora…’m never leaving you”

“I know..” He pulled you into his neck, tracing shapes on your lower back, he smiled, “I know..”

He lifted your chin, brushed back the wet fly away hairs on your forehead to kiss you so passionately, it got messy and then came in some tongue sucking and moaning, it riled you both up again.

That night was filled with back to back love making and hand holding, mixed with constant praise of “i love yous” and other sweet mothings, it was done not just for you but to confirm with your big man that you’d never leave.

and you never did.

#one piece #black reader #one piece headcanons #one piece x female reader #one piece smut #one piece x black!reader #donquixote corazon #donquixote brothers #corazon smut #rosinante smut #donquixote rosinate x reader

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sleepysnk · 2 years

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Overstimulation + Rock Lee please <3

a/n: thank you for requesting for my event!! i appreciate this a lot <3. this was my first time writing for lee, so forgive me if i wrote him terribly! :(

pairings: rock lee x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, nsfw, smut, overstimulation, some degradation, slight dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, brief choking if you squint.

7K EVENT: OVERSTIMULATION + ROCK LEE

Your thighs felt like they were jello from how weak they felt. Sweat clung to your skin, giving it a lighter tint as if you were shining beneath a light. Your brain was fogged, and absolutely nothing went through your head. It was blank, and the only thing you could think about was the intense pleasure you had been receiving down below on your cunt.

It had been so long since you and your boyfriend started your sexual activities. You honestly forgot what time the two of you started, but it was definitely well into the late evening hours.

The soft squelching noises that came from your soaked pussy filled the room once more as Lee pushed his cock inside of you. There was such a huge mess coming from your cunt. A majority of your slick had leaked out and covered the bed sheets that were just beneath the two of you. However, neither of you paid much attention to the sticky mess that had appeared. The both of you were too lost in your intimacy to even think about cleaning it up.

A lingering scent of sex and musk was traveling around the room. It was no shocker that both you and Lee were sweating messes. Though, just like the mess on your bed, neither of you gave a shit about that.

Feeling that familiar knot forming in your abdomen, your thighs began to tremble. You couldn’t count how many times you felt that urge to orgasm. It had to be about your third or fourth one. It wasn’t a joke that you and Lee had been at it for a while. He had been giving you so many orgasms that you could barely keep up with it. Though, you weren’t complaining to him whatsoever. It felt so good to have your pussy be used as many times as possible. You couldn’t deny that you didn’t like it. It felt great every single time.

You fondled with your right breast as the pleasure you received began to increase. Your hips began to involuntarily push upwards so you could feel more of your boyfriend inside of you. “L-Lee.. I feel it coming a-again! Ah!” your head tossed from side to side. Your body felt so tired, yet it craved that climax dearly. You couldn’t resist the urges you were having.

Lee looked downward at you. A small smirk appeared on his features when he heard that you were close. He already knew that, because he felt the way your walls quivered and tightened around the base of his cock.

God, he looked absolutely gorgeous fucking you like that.

His once well-kept hair was now messy. Several of the jet-black strands were stuck on his forehead from the sweat that collected on him. His face had a light tint of pink that covered his cheeks from how feverish his body was. The deep groans that rumbled in his throat turned you on so much. There were even a few light moans that came from his lips. You never imagined that you would ever be able to make your lover feel that way. However, you weren’t exactly going to complain about it.

Smirking, he leaned down towards your ear so he could talk to you. Lee’s favorite thing to do was to see your reactions whenever he said something dirty to you while you were both having sex. He thought it was always so entertaining to see you become shy, or your cunt clench around him from his words.

“You feel so good.. I bet I can make you cum again..” he cooed, “Would you like that, princess? You’ve been so great for me today..”

Your walls fluttered around his dick as the words processed through your mind. You wanted nothing more than to feel another orgasm. Hell, it was becoming almost addictive from how much you craved them.

“Y-Yes..! Please, make me cum again..” you cried out in pleasure. The tip of his cock kept kissing at your g-spot, causing your vision to blur with stars. Your body was almost at its limit, but Lee showed no signs of stopping. After all, your boyfriend was always such an overachiever when it came to the things he enjoyed.

The euphoria Lee was feeling was so great. He had already cum once already, but he knew his second climax was surely approaching. He adored moments like these with you. It gave him the opportunity to show how truly great he was at having sex with you. Plus, it gave him another reason to blow off some steam.

Without warning, Lee suddenly wrapped his hand around the base of your throat. He then gave it a small squeeze, which, in turn, earned a gasp from you. Your eyes grew wide from his sudden action, but you weren’t going to protest. You actually liked the way his strong hand gripped your throat. It was somewhat new to you. However, it felt great nonetheless. It made you wonder what else Lee was going to do to you.

A whimper suddenly escaped your lips when you felt Lee’s thumb press against your swollen clit. Waves of pleasure crashed through your abdomen, bringing you closer to your high.

The satisfaction you were feeling was very intense. Lee’s thrusts only began to quicken even more when he heard your cries for more. It felt like you were going to pass out from how great your body felt.

“Oh my god! Yes! Right there..!” your nails dug into the bed sheets.

Lee smirked seeing how you were crumbling underneath him like that. He loved watching what his cock did to you. Deep down, Lee knew what he was doing was right and he was always great at whatever he did. You’d always love his cock, and his cock only.

Squeezing your throat a little harder than before, Lee leaned down towards your ear. “Feels good, huh? You’re such a good fucking slut..” his voice was deep, it practically sent shivers down your spine from how it sounded in your ear.

The heat in your belly threatened to boil over any second. Your body started to heat up once again, and those familiar butterflies began to swarm inside your stomach. You were so close, so close. All you needed was a few more thrusts and you’d reach that high you’ve been desperately wanting to achieve.

Tears began to form at your lash line from his thrusts against your cunt. “Lee! I’m g-going to cum.. yes! Ah!” your back arched off the bed as your orgasm finally took over your body.

Lee watched as your body trembled and shook from your high. Your pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing it with such delight that he let out a few moans from how delicious you felt wrapped around him. You truly were divine to him.

You began to pant as your body began to recover from the effects of your orgasm. However, your boyfriend kept at it. Your pussy felt so sore and your legs were practically aching for some relief. However, Lee didn’t seem to pay much mind to that. He kept thrusting inside of you, and it was almost becoming unbearable for you.

Lee heard the way you began to whine and cry. He could tell you were overstimulated. However, he was determined to make you cum again.

“We have more work to do, princess..” he smirked, “Don’t think the night is over yet..”

#summer responds #SleepySnk’s7kEvent #smutty talks #naruto x reader #naruto x you #naruto x y/n #naruto smut #naruto fanfiction #rock lee #rock lee x reader #naruto #anime

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silversatoru · 4 years

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Hi love! ❤️

Mkay so like.... Suguru walks in and finds out his gf has a cam acc- and just like straight up ruins her online

This has been on my mind all day but idfk how to write it

a/n: AHAH hey babe!!! this concept is 😌👌 so i hope i did you proud w this. also if ur really into the whole getting-ruined-online concept and you fuck w dabi may i recommended @katslutski ‘s smile for the camera series; it is one of my favs

getou suguru x f!reader

tags/warnings: masturbation, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, filming, facial, mild bondage, mild overstimulation

w/c: 1.4k

you rubbed your clit in rushed circles, projecting a cluster of fake high-pitched moans and arching your back for the camera. it really didn’t feel that great, but you were damn good at pretending it did — and the cash was flowing in as a result.

you could see the notifications of donations and new patrons popping up on the side of your screen and you let a soft sigh of satisfaction leave your lips. these fuckers were so horny that they’d send you stacks of their income just to see you fondle your cunt — pigs.

between the blood rushing to your ears from your approaching orgasm and the soft music playing through you room you didn’t even notice the sound of your front door opening. you were completely unaware of your boyfriend’s presence in your home until he was standing in your bedroom doorway — a confused but amused expression across his face.

“am i interrupting something?” he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“suguru! i thought you were busy today, i-” you scrambled to explain yourself and grab a sheet from your bed to pull over your exposed body.

“plans changed,” he shrugged and cut you off, entering your bedroom, “maybe you should start locking your front door when you’re doing shit like this”.

you stared at him with horrified eyes, worried that he might break up with you for this kind of thing — he didn’t seem mad but he definitely wasn’t happy either. you quickly lunged for your laptop/camera set-up, attempting to end your livestream, but suguru moved quicker. he grasped your wrist in his strong fingers and looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“leave it on, doll,” he purred at you, releasing your wrist and pushing you back towards the bed, “go ahead and finish the show for them”.

completely stunned, you fell back onto your elbows and gave him a hesitant look. it’s not like you were embarrassed or anything— shit, you did this like every day, but you were severely confused by his reaction.

he nodded at the computer screen with hazy eyes, “they’re waiting. why are you so shy all of the sudden? you should be used to having an audience”.

after a final moment of hesitation you leaned back, fingers returning down to your clit to resume where you’d left off. it was a little more awkward with suguru watching, but the way he was ordering you around was kind of hot, so your stiffness quickly faded.

and you knew your body well, what worked and what didn’t, so it was only a matter of minutes before you were rocking your hips into your hand and letting exaggerated whimpers slide between your teeth. the orgasm was mediocre at best, but you had to dress it up and wrap it in a bow for your precious patrons.

at some point during your little show suguru had rid himself of his clothing and was now climbing into the messy sheets with you.

“let me see your hands,” he stated blankly, his fingers gripped around the belt that had been looped through his pants just a few minutes ago.

“this is live you know,” you gave him a concerned look — you were confused but not opposed, holding your hands out behind your back.

“oh, i know,” he took care in gently wrapping your wrists together as tight as the belt would go and then helped you onto you knees.

the duskiness of his eyes filled you with a splendid mix of fear and excitement, but before you could even get a good look you were being shoved into the bed.

“put your face in the pillows, doll,” he ordered lazily as you faceplanted into one of the several pillows at the head of your bed.

his strong hands were quickly gripped around your hips, the tip of his rock-hard member brushing teasingly against your entrance. you were already practically dripping, the sticky liquids from your earlier orgasm still glistening around your edges. it made his access easy, his aching cock sliding with little effort.

“let’s show all of your fans how much of a dumb cock-whore you become when i’m inside you,” he thrusted using hard, firm strokes right from the start.

and of course he was absolutely right — you lost any inkling of a coherent thought once you were stuffed full with his length. you moaned, whimpered, and squirmed underneath him like the pathetic little cam girl you were. but with suguru, none of your performance was a façade — he truly knew how to make you melt under his touch. and melted and useless was exactly how he liked you, so he had every intention of fucking you dumb in front of your audience today.

and that’s exactly what he did. it was his own foul way of punishing you; turning you into a drooling cum-slut who had completely forgotten she was being broadcasted live. if you wanted to be a whore for a living, he’d show everyone just how much of a whore you were — but only for him.

you’re not even sure how long it’s been — all you know is that you’re orgasming for the fourth time; or was it the fifth? sixth? you’d lost count somewhere along the way.

dull waves of pleasure racked through your body and sent quivers under your skin. you whined and wriggled, murmuring incoherent babbles as you rocked your hips back and forth on his cock to milk the most out of your climax.

“that’s five times, baby,” suguru’s voice sounded miles away, “my dick feels good inside you, doesn’t it?”

you thrashed your head up and down against the pillow, mumbling the word yes over and over as your body twitched from overstimulation. glistening mixtures of fluids were squelching out as he continued thrusting into your cunt, some dripping all the way down your legs.

and he didn’t let you take any breaks — nonstop fucking you even while your pussy was throbbing with sensitivity. the overstimulation was excruciating, and you were a complete mess of trembles and whimpers.

“so pitiful,” you heard a dark laugh rumble from his throat, “there’s thousands and thousands of people watching you be my disgusting little fuck-toy right now, and you’re just gonna keep taking it, aren’t you?”

you weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly. your brain had short circuited a while ago, and you were just absent mindedly nodding your head and mumbling agreements to everything he said. the pillowcase beneath your head was nearly soaked in saliva now too, your feeble mouth hanging open while drool continued to seep from the corners of your lips.

“i think i want you to finish me with your mouth, doll, how does that sound?” he slowed his pace, pushing lazy thrusts into your hips while you mindlessly nodded your head again.

“pathetic little baby; you have no idea what i’m even saying to you right now, do you?” you heard suguru laughing from behind you; but all you could manage in response was a few scattered whimpers.

he abruptly unsheathed himself from inside you, and strangled whines escaped your throat at his sudden absence. no! more, please, please, suguru please, you murmured with an embarrassing lack of control and your boyfriend couldn’t do anything but laugh at you in your shameful state.

“turn around and open those pretty lips,” he reached down and helped you to flip over before straddling your chest and pressing his hot, sticky member against your lips.

you opened them graciously, too braindead to even notice the bitter taste of his precum mixed with your own fluids. he mouth-fucked you with obscene force, the walls of your throat painfully expanding every time he thrusted in. you choked and sputtered, drool leaking down your lips and all over your chin.

when suguru’s own orgasm was right on the cusp he removed himself from your mouth and sprayed his seed all over your face. from your forehead to your chest you were coated in sticky globs of semen, and you sucked down the drips that made it into your mouth like they were liquid gold.

“lets see how many of your precious viewers come back after this — now that they saw you disintegrate into the helpless little cum slut that you are, now that they know you’re mine”.

#getou suguru #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou #getou smut #getou suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk oneshot #jjk x reader #smut #geto suguru #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader

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harrywritingsbyme · 4 years

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can you do like where Harry overstimulates her until she gets into subspace? the one where Harry keeps on making her cum and squirt, stimulates her clit as a punishment maybe?

Sunday Smut Concept #30

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: It’s here...the final Sunday Smut Concept for a little while🥺. I’ve really really really enjoyed writing them every Sunday for the past 30 weeks and I think that it’s time to give them a little break. I’m in this adjusting phase and I need to do some cutting back, and this is the first step😔. I’m getting sentimental while writing this so imma tell y’all a lil about this one...it’s filthy with a terrible ending. Like I've had this ask in my inbox for a lil bit along with this Inspo and since were retiring these babies for a minuet, I thought that I’d bless y’all with this one. Enjoy🙃💕

I can’t even look at this without thinking about Harry and Y/n!

Like Harry had been milking release after release out of you. It started off with him simply pounding into you while you screamed at the top of your lungs about how good it felt while begging for more. His hips never staggered as he fluidly and skillfully slammed and crammed his large cock down into you. He made sure to do everything that would drive you wild and closer to your release. And he made sure to do it a little early too. See, the two of you had a little bit of an unsaid rule that revolved around your releases. It was commonplace for you to cum whenever Harry told you, whenever he was about to cum, or not at all if he decided to go with that torturous option. And since this was the case, pushing you extremely close to the edge early on in you guys’ round when Harry wasn’t even considering cumming was going to drive you insane and pull a very strong release out of you. And it did. You guys’ first round ended with Harry cumming deep inside of your tummy with you screaming, crying, convulsing, and squirting. Your warm fluids gushed out of you as you let go, and it was a sight and feeling that hooked Harry right in and put him on a mission of making you fall apart over and over again.

Once you both finished going at your first round, Harry slowly pulled his still hard and glistening cock from inside you and brought himself down between your legs. He always enjoyed eating your freshly fucked cunt. The combination of your post release juices mixed with his cum created a taste that was absolutely exquisite to Harry and as soon as he lapped it up onto his tongue, he was hooked. He couldn’t stop stuffing his tongue into your warm, wet, and quivering pussy. As he lapped his tongue up, down, in, and out of your pussy, Harry kept his thumb planted on your clit, continuously circling it around the very sensitive bud of nerves the entire time. Even though you were still very much in shock and tingly from your first mind-blowing release, Harry managed to suck another mind-blowing release out of you and right into his mouth. And once Harry finally came up for air, you were all whiney and shaky from your second release of the night.

Now while Harry was devouring your oh so sensitive pussy, he was actively rutting himself down against the bed in the process. Despite the fact that he came really hard the first time around, Harry was still hard and in need of a release. And eating your cunt only made his need to take you again that much more intense. So once he’s done eating your cunt, he begins to caress your body and coo down to you about how much of an angel you are and how much more of an angel you’d be if you let him take you again in an attempt to get his way. And unsurprisingly so, it did in fact work. Even in your most loopy state of mind you were always looking for ways to please Harry, who was slowly turning into daddy. Now even though you were always looking to please him and you were letting him take you for the third time despite the fact that you were loosing a bit of feeling in your legs, and your cunt was beyond sensitive, you were still enjoying every second of it. You especially enjoyed the way he deeply thrusted into you as he went into round three. Instead of going hard and fast, Harry decided to take it nice and slow. His baby was doing so well by letting him take your pussy over and over again that he wanted to give it to you in a way that would allow him to love on you but still make you all whiney for his cock and from how good it was. And to do that, Harry slowly pushed his cock back into your cunt before lying on top of you and deeply thrusting into you. He kept himself wrapped around you body as he praised you for taking him so well and sucking on your neck, leaving little bruises and marks littered across your skin. When he feels the very familiar knot forming and tightening in the pit of his stomach, along with feeling your nails sink into his skin a bit harder and hearing your whines turn into cries, Harry begins to move a bit differently. His thrusts speed up just a tad do that he can piston his cock right into your sweet spot and push you even closer. And when your walls begin to contract a bit more, all it takes is one deep and swift thrust for you to begin crumbling and for Harry to begin erupting. As he empties himself into you, you also unravel and experience another mind-shattering release.

Now once Harry pulls out of you this time, he sits back on his claves between your legs and soaks in your beyond fucked out and cum filled appearance. And as if his cock was right on time, it begins to stiffen back up in-between his legs and go back to being desperate for releases. Your releases. Cumming for him was great but he was more concerned with making you cum over and over again.

“Look so pretty with m’cum dripping out of you.” Harry admires, keeping his eyes on the white steam of cum between your cunt and the sheets.

“Wanna keep it inside daddy.” You tiredly whine out to him. “Use your cock.”

“Of course sweetie.” Harry coos down to you, and within seconds you’re on your side being stuffed with his cock so that you could keep his cum inside. While he cuddles you from behind, he softly fondles your breasts and pinches your pebbled nipples, causing shocks to go straight to your clit. Not only does he do this though. He also brings a hand down between your legs to squeeze at your inner thighs and pinch the sensitive flesh. Doing these two things along with simply holding himself inside causes you whine loudly and squirt, letting yourself go all around him for the fourth time.

“My tummy hurts daddy.” You cry out to him as you’re coming back down.

“You did cum a lot sweetheart.” Harry coos, slowly pulling himself out of and from behind you so that he could get between your legs. Does this feel better babydoll?” Harry asks, rubbing your lower stomach to soothe the pressure from all of your orgasms.

“Mhm.” You whimper. Now as he does this, you can feel Harry begin to give you little kisses on your thighs and right above your pussy. How could he be down there and not toy with you?! He then brings his other hand up to begin rubbing at your clit. The area between your legs was beyond sensitive and Harry was milking another release out of you! It was very tingly but it felt so good. But the difference between this time and the other four times was the fact that when you came this time, you were going to pass out. You mind was not going to be able to withstand another release. It just wasn’t going to happen, no matter how hard you tried.

“Doing so good baby.” Harry continues, bringing his face in to press an open mouthed kiss to your folds. “Just one more f’me sweet girl.” Harry coaxes, continuing his movements on your belly and clit. Since you were more sensitive than ever, you could pretty much let go on the dime. Which is exactly what you did now. You were so worn out yet sensitive and reactive that you were able to cum just like that. And you managed to squirt all over Harry one final time before completely shutting down. When your juices gushed out of you and onto his face, Harry was floored. You came for the fifth time of the night. You took all of the pleasure and releases like a champ and the proof was all over his face and the sheets. He then gives your clit one final kiss before pulling himself up to cuddle your exhausted body into his.

And when he does this he looks down to find the bedsheets completely drenched in you juices, or what Harry likes to call your heavenly drops. Before any cuddling, Harry was definitely getting a picture of this.

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obey-only-me · 3 years

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Kitten Lessons (Lucifer x F!Mc x Satan) By: Akuzondelivery

No one was going near the library. The volume of their conversation alone let everyone know that this was going to be a long argument. Satan and Lucifer were fighting. Again.

“What are they fighting about?” You had to yell over the rumble of curse words and energy as you stood in front of the door.

“I don’t remember but it’s never anything important!” Mammon yelled with his fingers in his ears.

The other brothers may be used to this but there was no way you could live like this.

When they still hadn’t left the library after dinner had been cleaned up, you stood in front of the door again. It felt dark...very dark. And the noises were so loud it was impossible to tell what language was being spoken. But you built up your courage! These brothers need a mediator!

Making a fist you banged on the large walnut doors as hard as you could. The sound was muffled by the loud screeches yet everything came to a halt at your soft by comparison knocks. Taking a deep breath you opened the door to the library and bravely stepped in.

“Uh-um, hey you two.” Your voice was quiet as you entered the room, closing the door behind you.

Scanning the room you spotted Lucifer sitting behind a desk reading and Satan at a table in front of a couch...also reading. The two were acting nonchalantly as possible but you could see the anger vibrating off of them. What could have possibly sparked such tense energy?

You weren’t sure what to say so you sat on a couch between the two, sharing the table with Satan. On it were several books on cats, familiars, and how to raise kittens.

Oh geez...Satan wants a cat. Again. And Lucifer definitely already said no. Again.

You couldn’t help but pick up one of the books that was left open to a page of kittens. Satan watched you carefully as you thumbed through the pages.

“MC what are you doing,” Satan asked with a slightly annoyed sigh.

“Well I’m in the library...just thought I’d do some reading. In the LIBRARY!” You made sure it echoed, hoping they’d take the hint you were annoyed by their fighting.

Another silence fell over the room. You peaked over Satan’s shoulder to see Lucifer fidgeting in his seat. He met your gaze but turned away a little embarrassed. If you’re annoyed then it certainly must have been some display. Even Satan had a regretful look. But you ignored them, hoping the pretend cold shoulder would be enough to break them.

Staying in character you flipped a page roughly to see how they would react. Satan sighed again but kept himself from caving. The rough treatment of the pages was really getting to him. Those were some of his favorite cat books. After the third or fourth flip he broke.

“You can’t do that MC, the pages will rip.” Satan sighed as he took the book from you. But you smiled now that he was sitting next to you. Holding the book and flipping the pages gently for you. His eyes lit up as he spoke about the cats and feline habits. This boy just wants a pet.

“Awwwwe they’re so cute Satan.” You giggled as you listen to him read. “Cats are such good pets.”

“Would you like a pet?” Satan asked with a smirk, feeling much more relaxed now.

“Nah...we have Mammon.” You joked.

“You know...you could be my pet instead. I wouldn’t mind taking care of you.” Satan flirted. This definitely made the eldest stir, Satan of course noticed. Maybe to make Lucifer mad again, Satan put an arm around you and brought you close on the couch.

“Geez.” You grumbled as you blushed, heat rising to your cheeks.

“I even have a collar, here. I brought this earlier.” Satan pulled out a thin black nylon collar with a small plastic clasp. There was a silver bell the size of your pinky attached. His large hands loosened the collar all the way and firmly snapped it around your neck.

“Hey!” You protested as your fingers traced the uncomfortable fabric.

“Too cute.” Satan’s face was slightly red as he admired you, laughing a little at your distress.

“Unbelievable. MC don’t feed into his strange hang ups.” Lucifer grumbled as he sat on the couch across from both of you.

“Good timing. MC has offered to be my pet. So I’ll just be taking her and going to my room-“

“Not so fast. Sit down Satan.” Lucifer spoke firmly, however Satan didn’t address him with any more concern than before. Though he did sit back down.

“I had an idea. If you can show me you can be a good pet owner, I’ll consider your request more seriously.” Lucifer had gotten his attention now.

“How so?”

“Well...since MC offered to be your pet...”

Without much protest, the two dressed you as the pet they would play with. A set of cat ears firmly set in place, the collar Satan had gifted you earlier, and a small but comfortable plug decorate with a long cat tail. You sat on your knees obediently and in defeat.

“I’m enjoying this test so far.” Satan cooed.

“I have to say I am too.” Lucifer chuckled.

You pouted, knowing they were enjoying this way too much.

“Awww, I know what will make kitten happy.” Satan placed you on his lap and gently played with your hair, making sure it stayed off your neck. “Feel free to purr a little if you like MC.”

You only squirmed, embarrassed by the attention and the game they were both playing.

“I think our little kitten wants some attention...” Satan teased as he kissed at your neck. Part of your task was to keep from verbally communicating, letting your owners learn their new kitten’s wants and needs by learning your language. This was going to be impossible: sighs already slipping through your lips as Satan’s tongue traced every sensitive spot across your neck and toward your ear. “I’m happy to give it, you can watch if you want...” Satan smirked over at Lucifer who had been sitting and watching everything so far.

“Hmph. When a learning moment arises, Ill be ready to join you.” The eldest held a devious smirk as he watched you squirm in Satan’s grasp.

Two slender fingers slipped between your lips and gently rolled against your tongue. His kisses and love bites were traveling lower now, the trail of kisses making your skin hot. The muffled noises coming from you were loud and clear though, you were enjoying the attention. As his two fingers twirled your tongue, the other caressed the underside of your breasts. Skilled fingers easily found your sensitive peaks under your clothing and twisted them just the right way. Your moans were breathy and sultry.

Lucifer sat with his legs crossed on the couch in front of the one you were on. His smug expression stayed as his eyes took in the sight of you being ravished. Your face was hot as you noticed him watching you indulge in Satan’s touch.

Satan’s cock was grinding against your lower back as he fondled your breast, using his saliva covered fingers to give more attention to your nipples. You hissed at the cool, wet feeling. Your squirming had your hips grinding and moving against his hardening cock making him catch his breath. Satan caught your lips in his to quiet the moans he wants to hear only for himself. He doesn’t want to share them with Lucifer. His hands adjust again leaving one hand on your breast as the other traveled between your legs to feel how excited you were growing.

Lucifer was slowly removing his gloves as he watched Satan’s fingers slip beneath the thin strip of clothing covering your arousal. Satan dipped his fingers inside you, cooing as he felt how wet you were. You gave a low moan as he covered his fingers in your slick.

Meanwhile, Lucifer had made his way over, sitting next you both on the couch and moving your hips towards him. Both you and Satan looked at him quizzically, a smirk growing as he caught your attention.

“I found my first teachable moment, keep going.” Lucifer spoke as he easily removed your soaking underwear. You continued to moan and squirm as Satan once against spread your walls. You saw Lucifer watching you, eyes glued to yours as his fingers began to gently roll and tease your clit. Your heavy breathing and rolling hips made Satan even harder, you could feel his cock pressed against your lower back.

“Hmmm, so kitten likes that too?” Satan hummed in your ear. “Why don’t you meow for us if you’re enjoying our fingers?”

Your face felt hot, Satan was so horrible.

“It would help us understand our pet more, why don’t you meow when you feel good MC?” Lucifer echoed Satan’s proposed rule. Lucifer was horrible too.

But you complied; you were getting needier and needier from their teasing.

“M-mew?...meow?” You tested the waters.

You received an eager reward; both of them moved faster, harder. Lucifer gently teased at the tail like plug they so delicately picked out for you. Satan’s fingers were roughly playing at your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through you. You let little meows and moans slip as you got closer and closer the the edge of orgasm.

“Are we spoiling our pet?” Lucifer asked Satan as you grew louder.

“It’s so hard not to. She’s just so cute.” He chuckled lowly.

“C-cumming...” you moaned as your head languidly rested against Satan’s chest.

“Hm? What’s that kitten?” Satan hummed back, moving his fingers faster and curving into just the right spot. Lucifer made sure your clit was being treated just as pleasurably. They both sent you into bliss, moaning and spasming throughout your high. Your heavy panting slowed as you relaxed on the couch.

Both demons chuckled lowly, you could hear them both remove more of their clothing; jackets and sweaters and ties were set to the side. You were malleable after such a strong orgasm, so it was easy for them to put you on your knees on the floor between both of them.

“Feeding time MC? Are you...hungry?” Satan teased by running a finger against your jaw and pulling your gaze to him. He had already freed his erect member from his pants, pulling your chin closer and closer. As he held your attention, Lucifer placed one of your hands over his own cock, also freed from his slacks.

“You must be. Good thing we have extra for you. Hm hm. Now I’m spoiling her too.”

Your lips wrapped around Satan’s tip, giving teasing licks at his slit as you held the base of his cock; while your fingers on the other hand did the same to Lucifer’s. You could hear them both sigh and lowly moan as you gave them both attention.

They were both suddenly impatient and began moving their own hips. Satan held a hand on the back of your head as he pushed himself into the back of your throat. Lucifer also bucked into your grip around his thick length. Soon the hand on the back of your head was Lucifer’s; and it was now his cock going down your throat.

Your muffled mews and moans made both demons quicken their pace, passing your mouth between them to abuse your tongue and throat. All the while the faint sound of the bell on your collar rang out. You could hear Satan quietly mumble under his breath as he got closer; “So good. So good.” Lucifer was more conservative, not wanting to unravel too much, but his low throaty moans made it clear he was growing closer to cumming too.

As if they had the same idea, both stood from the couch, pulling your hair slightly to tilt your face back.

“Open up MC, this is for you.” Lucifer huffed.

“Stick out your tongue.” Satan commanded.

The good pet you are, you followed suit and opened wide as they both attempted to cum in your mouth. They covered your tongue, some dripping down your chin. With a heavy sigh Satan sat back to admire your condition. Cum and arousal painted your face.

“You look so amazing right now Kitten...” he mused as he watched you swallow everything.

“I don’t think we’re done yet.” Lucifer hissed as he reached beneath you to slip his fingers against your folds. Covering his fingers in your dripping slick before inserting two digits. “You’re still so wet MC. You still need to be taken care of little kitten.”

Lucifer swept you off the floor and into his lap, you could feel he was still hard as he let his cock grind against your heat. Satan watched you carefully as he positioned you over his thick cock and entered you slowly. Your whole body shifted to make room for Lucifer’s thick cock. Once seated fully in his lap, his shaft stretching and filling you, he had a devious idea. Keeping his hips still, he grabbed the back of your hand to wipe your still dirty chin, smearing cum over the back of your hand and fingers.

“Why don’t you lick your paw clean for Satan while I treat you a little more?” He smirked as his hips bucked gently.You began bouncing in his lap as you put on a show.

Satan was mesmerized. You were bouncing on a cock all while moaning and mewling, desperately trying to lick your hand free of cum. With the ears. And the tail. And your little meow he could never forget. Satan was finally overcome with lust, quickly becoming hard again and stroking his cock at the sight of you.

“Fuck...” he cursed under his breath.

You watched him as he moved to stand behind you. You felt his palm against your back push you toward Lucifer, causing your hips to rise and chest to press into Lucifer’s face. The tail plug you had grown accustomed to was slowly pulled from you, a moan slipping from you as Satan replaced it with his hard cock.

It was so intense being filled by both impressive members, both reaching deep and making you grip the back of the couch tightly. Hearing you moan so loudly made Satan quickly ease his thrusts into you while Lucifer picked up his own pace. Lucifer’s soft lips wrapped around your nipple, gently tugging and biting. Your breasts bouncing against his face drove him crazy.

Satan buried his cock deeper and deeper into you as your walls began sucking him in. Leaning into you more he kissed up your back, to your shoulder, and to the crevice of your neck.

“Keep meowing kitten. Tell us how much you love being our pet.” His whisper was laced with lust and desperation.

At this point you could only focus on the stars clouding your vision, the mewls and whines slipped on their own. Those little meows drive him insane however.

“That’s right. Good MC. You’re taking this cock so well.” Lucifer hissed against your skin as his release grew closer.

“Good kitten. Just a little more.” Satan followed.

You felt like you were going to pass out, the rush building in your core was about to burst. They could feel your body quivering around them. It wasn’t much longer and your whole body turned heated as you came with them both thrusting inside you. Your moan was loud and so, so enticing. The grip around Lucifer’s cock wasn’t letting him go as he spilled inside you, filling you with his seed.Satan followed soon after, stilling inside you to empty himself. A gaspy, restrained moan hissing pass his lips.

No one moved a moment as you each caught your breath, relaxing and separating from each other’s bodies. You remained in Lucifer’s lap as you rested your head against his chest; breathless and lost in post coital bliss. Satan sat beside the eldest and gently pushed a few strands of hair out of your face. Lucifer’s strong arms held you close and he gently stroked your back soothingly.

“You know...I guess we do have a pretty good pet already.” Satan chuckled at your pout.

“She is pretty great. Though I think we could use more...training sessions like these.” Lucifer smirked as he lifted your chin. “How about it MC? Think you’d like to take more ‘lessons’ from Satan and I...?”

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kookiessugababy · 3 years

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Sea salt (Jeon Jungkook)// 18+ nsfw!!

Scenario -> after an invite to a get away with your best friends band members, you find yourself tangled in more than a fishing net at the beach getaway.

Warnings🚨-> pet names //one shot//swearing//fingering// teasing// public teasing

Hope you enjoy <3

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Sweet salt air filled your lungs, the gentle folding waves tickling the soft sand- sparkling with glorious sunlight. Next to you sat Yoongi, who was taking in the scenery with you on such a breathtaking day-palms swaying above as you watched out towards game of football the others were deeply involved in. You could've focus on a single one of them as they ran in their shorts- particularly sweaty in a reaction from the beating sun. Taehyung's chocolate curls were stuck to his face as the sweat poured- still insisting to tease Jimin to ensure he won the game, with Jin and Joon laughing at Hoseoks passing failures. Yet your struggling eyes fought through the blinding sun and joyous smiles to the far corner of the marked out pitch, a tattooed figure running back and fourth-perspirated locks pushed back as his shirtless figure paraded to your delight.

Jeon Jungkook: an intoxicatingly attractive character who charmed your greatly -something about seeing him in such a heated state; shirtless and panting made your head tilt. The dreaming daze was halted by the eldest Yoongi who broke your intense stare with snapping fingers-indicating yourself to wake from the enraptured state. "Y/n why don't we go and get some drinks for everyone? I'm sure they'd appreciate it" he smirked, his eyes flickering back knowingly to where you were staring. Cringing at how painfully obvious your eyeballing had been, you took his hand as he hoisted you up- both of you struggling your way through the sand back to the hut.

Having prepared cans of beer and cocktails for the rest, you and Yoongi carried trays of refreshments out into the glowing rays- meeting with the 6 worn boys commuting under the bamboo umbrellas. Announcing your arrival, Suga helped you place down the drinks as you found yourself comfortable on a lounger- the parting shadows from the glare bouncing onto your skin, the bikini you wore only just covering your modesty. May I?" A sweet voice questioned, patting the bottom of the seat were your legs lay extended. Jungkook was stood above you, a dripping cold beer in his heavily tattooed hand, jet black hair now floating over his face as he glanced down at you. He looked glorious in the natural light, almost visionary with his angelic features and tanned skin. Without a question, you nodded in an eager reply-preparing to move your legs to accommodate his own. However, stopping you in such action, his large hands placed upon your thighs, lifting them lightly as he tucked himself under you- sitting up at the mid of the lounger as your legs were now placed over his lap. His touch was fire to you, the simple and thoughtless movements burning through your skin as he mindlessly chatted to the others.

Finding yourself deep in exchange with Hoseok, everyone busied themselves with conversations and laughter over endless amounts of alcoholic drinks under the cool parasol - a cocktail of some sort occupying your hand. Too immersed to firstly acknowledge it, a hand slipped to your thigh ever so gently- moving up and down in minute movements in avoidance of attention. Peeking to the hand, a familiar ink stain sat upon the long fingers- the teasing touch yet again making you tense. Shooting you a wink Jungkook glanced over with a suggestive smirk, his hand remaining boldly on your upper leg. You couldn't help but blush in return, the midday su causing you to flare even more- your sensitive heat dampening slightly over the faintest of movements. Something about him was painfully endearing, your attention constantly diverting to his face despite the presence of Hoseok right at your side.

Half an hour had passed and his fingers had only snaked further up your body, now almost at your hips as they thoughtlessly drew circles just below your bikini strap. Your thighs were now pressed tightly together, the closeness of his fingers painful to you as they danced yet so far from your core. Your mind was whirring at the unvoiced immediacy, almost becoming desperate for more as the seconds clocked. Again, thoughts shattered with the playful voice of Jin, his tipsy state evident in his slurred words; "who's getting the next round?" His question was met by a planned pat on the knees - Jungkook rising from his seat as he tugged you up with his arms. "Y/n is going to show me where they are!" he paraded while pulling off his shades, throwing them over to a squinting Jimin. Passing you a hopeful glance he threw his hand infront of your face, flexing it in hope you would take it. Hesitantly you grasped his fingers as he pulled you up the beach with race- your legs only just keeping up with his expeditiousness.

The air was cool with conditioning- the refreshing scent of lily whites encasing you in a new biome as you stepped in- hands still grasping his. "I'll grab the beers" you called, before awkwardly shuffling over to the fridge. Met with silent acknowledgement, you stretched to your height in attempt to retrieve the small emerald bottles- flexing on your tiptoes - reaching limbs to your maximum. Chuckling in amusement, Jungkook saw advantage-sauntering over and grasping your waist before pulling you into his chest. Now in a neonatal embrace, head resting against his built frame, quiet gums escaping his tongue as his lips pressed your shoulder blades. Finding your heart pounding in uncertainty, you allowed yourself to relax in his strong arms- silken hair falling to your chest as tan his fingers painted tension up your side. Clouds of tension towered the both of you-shadowing yourself from raining lust as he cleared his throat: "What I'd do to move those little bikini bottoms to the side to play with your pretty pussy." His voice was low- quiet and taunting as he now played with the string of the bikini, redirecting his hands to tease elsewhere. Your breathe hitched at his words-speechless as you tried to take it in. Confidence flooded you as you watched him fondle with your suit, grasping his wrist as you choked on your words: "do it."

With that he turned you around, pushing you against the counter in a sudden urgency- lips crashing against yours as he held your head so gently. Contradicting the harshness of his lips he fondled your hair- tugging slightly every few seconds to hear you whine for him. Feeling him smile into the kiss, he made his way down to your crotch- gently stroking the fabric as he continued to play with you. Yearning for him more, you moaned to his mouth before he pushed you the fabric to the side. As much as you tired for every part of him, you needed the fullness he could give to you somewhere other than his fingers- your desperation sinking into your skin after his teeth marked hickies.

"Jungkook i- need you" barely able to form a word, he tugged down the thong of your swimsuit in return of your pleads, exposing your heat entirely. With hungry eyes he searched your lower body, hairs raising with the harsh probes of his stare. Glistening eyes met your own as he fondled with the swimming trunks- slipping them down with ease as you glanced to prepare yourself. His shaft was long and veiny-dripping every so slightly with warm cum that had already been exhausted in his pants. Grasping your waist to hold you closer, his held his cock as he adjusted his stance for comfort- as if he knew exactly where he wants to hit you. Shuddering as he filled you up, your walls despairingly took him in- the feeling of his pulsating cock as it thirsted out of you with pace causing your mouth to spill. Profanities teased his tongue as you grabbed his hair- his arms now snaking behind you to push you up against the refrigerator door- permissing you to wrap your legs around his waist to hit you further. "Ffuck your so.. tight. Fuck!" Melting at his words, you worked only harder under his touch- kissing him with passion as you circled your hips to pleasure him more. Every movement hit where you needed him most, your juices spilling from your hole as he continued at your juices spilling from your hole as he continued at his eager pace. His abs were flexing with every thrust he took, harsh breaths from the both of you filling the silence of the room, the ceiling fan spinning- an imitation of your thoughts. Unable to concentrate, sweat dripped from his chest to yours- your walls tightening as each buck grew sloppy with a high you pained for.

"Cum for me baby." The boy growled, his soft lips puckering in your ear, the sensitivity of your lobes shocking you as he focused on reaching deeper. Beginning to struggle to hold the both of you up, Jungkook let one last, harsh thrust into you- breasts bouncing at the movement as your stomach turned to dust. Unable to maintain a sound as you released in unison- his warm cum spilling down your leg as you tightened around his tip, a scratched throat called your name in lustful hands. "Fuck y/n!" he cried, sticky strands of hair falling to his head as he watched the mess drip from you-smirking in admiration. Exhausted and painted sweet crimson, you flung yourself back into his arms- still dripping from his release as you returned from a blissful euphoria you couldn't quite describe. "Let me clean you up babygirl." He hummed, lengthy fingers now gently combing your sea salt hair.

"What are they going to think?" you mumbled in concern as you only now recalled the drinks for the rest of the group, welcomed by a thoughtful pause. "Oh angel I'll tell them you were so thirsty you drank them before they could." Winking, he dropped a mischievous kiss upon your forehead- warming you with affection as he retrieved a cotton towel.

Shaking legs carried you to the group in a joyous return- drunken cheers calling your arrival with the handful of awaited beverages. You took a while, everything okay?" Yoongi teased-yet again smart enough to decipher the situation. Rolling your eyes the comment was brushed past by the other boys, who were eagerly selecting their drinks from the tray. Jungkook followed you seconds later- his appearance still slightly disordered and sweaty, smirking in your direction as you admired his confidence. Sinking back into the warm glow of the mid afternoon sun, your eyes closed as your mind continued to race- knowing rightly that would not be the last round of drinks the boys would receive.

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Hi angels!! Sorry about being so inactive the past few, I’ve been super busy at work and education has just started again so I’m drowning hehe <3. hope you’re all doing wonderful- love E xx

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savagetrickster · 4 years

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Caffeine Rush (NSFW) | BNHA

anime | character: bnha | bakugou katsuki

word count: 17,845

Themes/warnings: 18+, aged-up, praise kink, blowjob, fingering, spanking, overstimulation, swearing, mild degradation, unprotected sex

The office building that made Ground Zero agency was quiet and still. The appointed office hours were over hours back.

Most staff had already retired for the day. Among the black, lifeless screens on the desks, only hers stayed running bright and full of words on its screen.

The cursor behind the word on the tail of her report was left to blink repetitively as she dragged her feet to the pantry.

Her head felt numb with mental exhaustion as the weight of the nearing deadline reared its ugly head once again as the dreading thought of it reminded her again. The uneasiness and brooding anxiety that it brought about was no help in elevating the stress on her.

Between her heavy thoughts about the report taunting her from her computer screen, her legs brought her to the coffee machine.

Her hand fell into a mechanical motion as it placed her mug on the dispenser and lifted to press the Espresso option on the LED screen.

This was her third cup...no, fourth. Wait, or was it the sixth?

It didn’t even matter anymore.

She just needed to get through one more night of slaving away to finish it, and she would be fucking done with this long-due paperwork.

It was stupid of her to procrastinate so much; now she had to pay the price.

In the lonely silence of the pantry, her weary eyes watched the dark coffee dribble over her mug, sending one central ripple across the smooth steaming surface.

Her hand returned its grip to the handle once again, tugging it out of the dispensing holder.

A yawn left her as she turned away and instantly greeted with a startled-

“Fuck-” As the coffee in her mug was sent swishing and splashing over its rim as her hand collided into something solid with a curt jerk.

The scalding sting over her hand made her hiss. Her eyes flew up with irritation, her mouth opening to yell.

And she froze.

Then her eyes widened, horror seeping in when she realized she was staring at the angry face of...Ground Zero himself.

Her eyes followed his gaze down to the coffee dripping off his pants.

Well, shit.

A hasty jumble of ‘Oh my god, I’m so sorry’ tumbled out of her mouth as she placed down her mug on the countertop behind while her other hand tore a handful of paper towels.

Her knees met as she quickly lowered herself before his stained pants.

Maybe it was the nights spent over the stupid report.

Maybe it was the coffee.

It seemed that all common sense or whatever would have kept her from grabbing the front of her boss’s pants had died along with her overworked brain cells.

Her apologies continued stumbling out of her mouth as her hands worked in a hasty pace on his pants, her eyes focused on wiping away the spillage.

Too caught up in her guilt and her panic to realize anything else-

The warmth in her hands was trying to pull away.

The stuttering mess of curses uttered above her.

The stiffening within her grasp.

He just returned from a long day outside to take some stuff and his craving for the aromatic bitterness of coffee was what brought himself straight to the pantry the moment he stepped through the main door.

It was absurd to think he would end up being groped by a female employee in the pantry. The brewing words he wanted to yell at the woman with fell at every brisk rub down him.

Bakugou could feel the resisting voice bubbling in his chest growing quieter at every stroke.

Fuck. While this was bizarre and all to him, the jolting thrill running up his length sent a delicious chill up his spine.

A particular thrill of friction brushing over the protruding vein on his clothed erection shook his next breath out of him.

Loud and harsh enough to draw her eyes up to him, her hands pausing.

And was met with a flustered yet irritated face glaring back at her.

Her eyes drifted back to her hands blankly at where her fingers were wrapped around - something was thick and kinda...lengthy.

In her hands was Ground Zero’s...oh wow.

She always had dirty thoughts about her boss but damn, this was not what she had ever imagined herself doing.

Along with muscular, lean built and tall stature that could give models a run for their money, the bulge accentuated in his flattering, somewhat fitting pants was a big distraction for the females in his agency...or maybe it was just her.

Exactly as she had imagined, he was indeed...big in her hands.

And it was...

Her fingers tightened slightly. ...hard.

A responsive jolt accompanied by a hissing curse made her jump, slapping her with a cold splash of realization.

Shit.

That she was on her knees in her company’s pantry, caressing her boss’s cock.

Oh shit.

Her hands flinched away from him as if scalded and her legs scrambled to get her away. A bright, red blush colored the flustered horror on her face.

She was so fired.

So so FIRED-

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Her eyes raised to find him looking down at her with a towering glare brimming with impatience and frustration.

“You think you can just get away like this?”

“I’m so sorr-”

“Weren’t you just fondling with my cock?” His usual husky voice sounded rougher and breathless. “Who the fuck said you can stop?”

She stared, stunned. Wondering whether her ears were failing her as well.

But clearly they weren’t because she could hear an intriguing strain in his voice.

The struggle in his gruffness and the red eyes prodding into her sent a needy ache within her, feeling a gush of her arousal soaked through her panties underneath her dress.

A slip of her eyes from his face, a shiver ran through her at how his nipples on his well-defined pecs were poking through the tight clad of his hero costume on him.

Her eyes slipped even lower.

The huge tent prodding through his pants made her eyes waver and her breath quivered through her lips.

Was she high from all the coffee? Or had she officially gone nuts?

She wasn’t sure what, but she didn’t even want to care.

The man of her dreams himself was offering himself to her.

She could feel her body trembling with a strong ache. The long, yearning ache that had followed her through the years and pushed her to join his agency.

An ache to be filled by Bakugou Katsuki, the world’s second strongest man.

An ache to feel him shove his cock into her.

An ache to make her wild thoughts about him come true.

She felt the last straining thread holding herself back snap as her hands flew forward, immediately working on the buckle around his waist.

Her lips were stretched over his leaking cock as soon as it sprang free from his pants.

The pre-cum spilling over from his swollen tip smeared over her lips as she moaned giddily at the melting heat in her mouth.

The hand tugging harshly onto her hair dug even more pressure into her scalp as a throaty groan joined her muffled moan.

“Ye-Yeah, show me what you’ve got.”

A grin stretched across Bakugou’s face as he pressed himself harder into her, feeling his cock sink deeper into her warm cavern, her moans spiked with a choke.

“And I’ll give you a good one later.”

His hand left her head to join the other clutching onto the edge of the countertop behind her.

Her walls clenched to his words just as her eyes watered at the pressure pressed to the back of her throat.

Fuck, he was as thick as she had guessed. But she had never imagined he would be so...veiny.

She drew back and relished in the heavy pants and moans from above, tracing her tongue daringly across the trails of veins running along with his lengthy girth.

Her hands raised to join her mouth, adding on with tightening squeeze as she lingered at the tip of his bulging cock.

A slow, elaborate lick across the weeping slit on it, her throat swallowed with a deep gulp.

Almost instantly, a dragging grunt rumbled through his body.

Humming in delight at what she heard, her cheeks hollowed as she started to suckle heatedly over the hot running tip.

Within the firm grip of her hand, she could feel his thick girth filling up, growing thicker as she welcomed more pre-cum into her.

The husky moans from above light a smirking glint in her eyes as she reached a hand up his length and clamped over his balls with a teasing curt squeeze.

Immediately, the husky moans from him hitched with a broken grunt.

Her walls clenched tight at how erotic that sounded.

“Y-You take my cock so well. Do you think you deserve to be fucked by me?”

The small collected pool of her own arousal on the floor beneath her heated cunt was rained upon by another surge as her walls convulsed with need.

“No, I-I don’t,” His stiff cock popped free from her mouth, a slick thread of her saliva remained connected to its flushed, bloated tip.

“Bu-But Bakugou-sama, you deserve to be inside me.” Her eyes were fogged with hazy heat and her cheeks red.

Bakugou…

His cock spluttered another rush of pre-cum.

...-sama?

“I-I’ve been ready for you ever since I laid my eyes on you.”

His red eyes shook with his expelling breath as a carnal jolt rippled through him, his cock tightening even more with the growing pressure within.

“Strip completely,” His eyes blazed as he spat his order, “Get on that table and show me how much your pussy wants me then.”

Clothes were strewn on the floor in an irregular trail to the broad table sitting in the center of the pantry.

Propped by her arms behind her, her legs shook with effort to keep her thighs wide apart for him.

Her heated cunt wouldn’t stop leaking, trickles of her slick fluid continued to join the collected puddle on the table below as the man took his time to approach.

The way his hungry gaze sat fix on her weeping folds stretched wide enough for the chills from the air conditioner to tickle her.

Red eyes took in the sight before him greedily.

The clench of her eyebrows on her forehead

The way she bit down on her lower lips.

Her face flushed red and her breasts rising and falling with harsh pants.

And the way her raised thighs were spread wide apart for him.

“Look at you,” Bakugou stopped before her, his lips forming a smug smirk at the sight for the glistening trickles slipping out of her, “...Already dirtying my property with your slutty pussy.”

Her breathy pants spiked with a moan as he pressed two fingers to her clit, pinching it briefly before moving down.

A gathering of her warm arousal coated his fingers as they ran lightly over her-

“I haven’t even done shit yet,” -and paused to pry her sopping folds apart. “But fuck, you’re already so wet.”

A gasping whimper puffed out of her as his fingers pushed through the thick coat and into her aching walls.

The wet, lewd squelch dragged through the air as her wispy whimper rose to a drawn moan at the delicious thrill his fingers made as they bulldozed their way into her sensitive walls.

She found it hard not to stare at the way his erected, weeping cock prodded against his toned stomach. Wondering with a wistful sigh about how it would feel inside her.

“Ba-Bakugou-sama, I-” A rough shove of one more finger into her tore a startled cry through her words.

“You what?” His lips widened with a grin as his fingers curled and stretched teasingly within her pulsing walls.

“P-Please…”

Her eyes raised to his, staring back helplessly at the amusement in his dancing red eyes, trying not to give in to her aching desire to return to his cock. “...fuck me.”

Her struggle against her straying eyes was not missed.

“Aren’t my fingers already doing that?” His knowing grin widened. “Oh you mean...like this?”

His calloused fingers inside her suddenly sped, thrusting through her walls vigorously.

Gasping moans rode through her throat as fast, furious friction of the loud, lewd squelches accompanying his pumping fingers rubbed the heated air between them frantically.

The building pleasure within her was making her dizzy with euphoric fever as her moans rose.

Uncontrollable hot tears escaped her dazed, wavering eyes as she watched his fingers work heatedly between her wide opened thighs.

Her walls were convulsing, resonating with her urgent need to release the pent-up pressure inside her.

Not even coffee could keep her this awake.

The jolting thrills were shaking her overstimulated body. “Baku-Bakugou-sama, I’m-”

His fingers were ripped out of her before she could finish. A startled moan elicited out of her at the same time.

The slick threads connecting his fingers to her spilling cunt quivered as Bakugou brought his hand up, his eyes admiring the result of his work with a satisfied glint.

He brought his heavily coated fingers before her panting, parted lips with a smug, intense gaze.

“Clean up this shit.” His gruff voice was commanding and blunt.

Her lips immediately latched onto his fingers, hastily lapping up her own fluid. It tasted weird on her tongue, but she didn’t bother too much.

She could feel her body shivering with impatience and frustration. One big gulp down her throat, her eyes raised to him with anticipation, in time to see his hand run over his cock.

“I think it’s time I give you your little reward.” His eyes met hers. “Be grateful that I, Ground Zero, even considered putting my cock inside you.”

“Tha-Thank you, Ground Zero.” Her eyes followed his hand as it slid over his swollen tip.

“Bakugou-sama suits your mouth better. Eyes up here,” The edge in his voice hardened. Her eyes raised to his obediently. “Thank me properly if you want me inside now.”

A thrill jolted through her cunt.

Fuck, in her head where her imagination ran wild, he was always the dominating one but witnessing it with her own eyes...Shit, she never knew he could be any more sexier.

“Thank you, Bakugou-sama.” A sultry purr reverberated in her chest as she sighed giddly at the sinful sight the way his leaking arousal was giving away his own needs for her cunt.

Today was probably by far the best day of her life. The sex gods if there were any, were smiling down on her.

“Now, get down onto the floor on all fours.”

Her slick arousal cascaded down her thighs the moment she eagerly set herself on her knees. Her softly arched back accentuated her ass as her excitement ran through her throbbing walls.

A shuddering chill ran up her spine at the light brush of his cock across her protruding ass as Bakugou planted himself behind her.

His eyes narrowed at the gap between her thighs.

“Is this how you show me your gratitude?” His hand landed on her butt cheek with a harsh slap. She responded to him with a sharp cry as her body jolted.

“Open wider.” A sharp sting rang across her other butt cheeks as another slap landed.

“...And I’ll fuck you like the little slut you are.”

His words sounded so...hot to her ears.

With a shivering whimper, she obeyed, lowering herself with forearms propped shakily on the floor beneath her.

Her butt cheeks spread open as she pushed her thighs apart for him.

His breath shuddered out of him as he watched the quivering threads of her slick fluid stretched, following the widening space between her sopping folds she made from parting herself.

All these...

A strangled groan escaped him.

...for him.

The tight pressure strained in his bulging girth even more. Fuck, he couldn’t wait anymore.

His hand slipped up her arched back and wrapped itself tightly around the end of her long hair, her back arching even more to his firm grip on her, as his other slathered his needy cock over her dripping slit.

The delirious whimper shuddering down to her cunt fanned his carnal ache to shove himself in.

The tightening grip on her hair was her only warning before his hip shot forward. His cock plunged through the pouring flow of her arousal and buried completely into her in one powerful rut.

The bright flash of pleasure searing through the sudden big, wide stretch of her cervix forced a choked moan out of her, hot tears spilling out of her widened eyes at how thick he was.

“Fu-Fuck,” A trembling grunt shook out of his lips as he drew himself back through the walls clamped in a vice-like grip around him. “What a tight little bitch you are-”

His cock rammed in one bruising thrust, shoving an instantaneous sharp cry out of her mouth.

More continued to tumble out of her as he continued to hammer into her, his hand tugging harshly onto her hair like it was his rein.

The other hand in a clutching grip on her hip as his cock drove fiercely through her pulsing walls.

Helpless sobbing moans forced out her mouth at every rough snap of his hip. Her eyes nearly rolled back every time he pounded into her.

A sly grin stretched his panting lips as he thrusted mercilessly into her

“Too much for you?” A slap on her ass drew another cry from her.

Somewhere between his powerful ruts, his hand had left her hair and joined the other on her hip in a harsh grip.

His intense gaze glared into her as she staggered weakly on her shaky arms with giddy whimpers and groans. She was a slobbering mess beneath his towering stance.

“Keep up with me.” A growl ripped through his words as he gave her another slap on her ass.

In the smothering heat ramming between her clenching walls, she was beginning to see white flashes behind her fluttering blinks.

Blazing brighter and brighter as she felt his rushing cock push her fast to the edge. She couldn’t anymore.

It was too...

“Ba-Bakugou-sama!”

A tattered shriek broke her voice as a starburst of electrifying ripple shattered through her shaking body, her orgasm instantly flooding his relentless cock with her rich arousal.

The hiss sifted through his gritted teeth as Bakugou bit back a groan at the hot burst and her rapidly gripping walls that were engulfing him greedily.

Fuck. This was it for him too.

Along with the squeezing tightness around him, the overpowering load in his cock forced the rolls of his hip to grow hectic and furious.

Her fleeting moans joined his breathless groans as he chased his own release with a fervor blazing in his red eyes, ramming hot blistering thrusts into her.

His desperate thrusts were accompanied with slippery, frantic squelches loud enough to mingle with harsh claps of their slapping skin as his hip met with her flushed ass heatedly.

One particularly sharp, powerful thrust forward forced a growling moan shredding through his mouth as his hip snapped into her and buckled erratically.

A loud sultry groan dragged through her throat as she felt the bulging tip of his swollen cock nestle into the deepest part of her with a rough prod.

The hot burst of his thick rich seed spluttering fiercely inside her made her eyes roll back.

The back of his muscular thigh clenched as he held his spurting cock snug inside her, expelling a wavering satisfied sigh.

Her dragging groan ended with a delirious whimper as she relished in the warm fullness inside her, her walls stirring their mixed fluid with fluttering clenches.

One thought ran in her hazy head as she crumbled to the floor, amused and amazed.

That she had done it.

Her dreams came true.

That she had actually fucked one of the hottest men alive.

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solar-bear · 3 years

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Baby number 4

Ok so here's the finished smut I was talking about, this is the full version, so if the reader insert version seems a little off it's because it's missing the intro lol I know people probably aren't going to read this version but I wrote it for me. The reader insert version should be up on my main blog soon.

I think y'all know I've been kind of obsessed with DILF!Bi-Han lately so under the cut is 6 pages about Bi-Han convincing me to have another baby. There's smut, lots of it, so hopefully, you lovelies enjoy it!

I tuck Shìxuě into his bed, pulling the sheets up over his chest knowing full well we would squirm out of them before morning. “Goodnight my little pumpkin, sleep well,” I lean over and press a kiss to my seven-year-old’s chilly forehead. The only reply I receive is a large yawn and very sleepily slurred, “night mama.” Within moments the young cryomancer is sleeping soundly, cuddled up with his stuffed polar bear. I smile softly at the scene and brush some of the hair out of his face, I adjust the covers one more time and shiver involuntarily as the temperature in the room dips. I look over toward the door where Bi-Han is leaning against the frame with an unusual look on his face, reluctantly I leave Shìxuě‘s side and making my way towards the door. “What?” I ask, pushing him out of the way and securing the door behind me, “what’s that look for.” Bi-Han crinkles his nose, “what look?” His deep voice queries, trying his best to hide the smile tugging at his lips. “The weird half-smile you’re giving me,” he doesn’t give me more time to prod as his cold, strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me close against his cold body, forcing another shiver from me. “It’s nothing, it’s just, you’re so good with our boys, especially Shìxuě, so loving, so doting, it stirs something primal in me.” He rumbles softly as his large hand carcasses my flat stomach, “it makes me want more, I want another child with you, Sol. I want to have a little girl, beautiful and delicate but strong-willed and sassy, just like her mother.” His cold lips fall to my neck as he accentuates his words with chilled kisses, making me shudder. “B-Bi-Han, we already have three children, it’s kind of a lot already, you can’t be serious about wanting a fourth,” I try and reason with him, melting into his soft touches. “The twins are 11 now and can do so much for themselves, they could even help feed and care for their baby sister and Shìxuě doesn’t need much help anymore. He sleeps the whole night through, he can feed himself, hell he even does his homework without being told. Come on Sol, let’s have another baby,” he practically purrs as his cold hands sneak under my shirt to press lightly against my stomach as he kisses his way along my jaw, making his way to my full lips. I whimper softly finding it so hard to deny Bi-Han, “b-but I’m 37 already Bàixiòng, I’m no spring chicken anymore! I-it’s not always a good idea to have a child this late in life,” I sigh loudly as sudden and unwelcome thoughts of my Mother invade my brain, I know full well she was my age when she had me. “Sol you’re in great health, you’ve always been so mindful of yourself when you’ve been pregnant in the past, you’ll be just as careful this time. What’s really bothering you qīn?” He asks, his expression falls from a happy, lustful one to one of concern and something harder to read, the look of a man who knows you better than yourself. I pull him down the hall to our room, not wanting to keep Shìxuě up, I sigh as I sit down on our bed, “my mother had me at 37, almost 38 aì rén, I’m worried that if we have another baby, especially a girl, history will repeat itself.” I bite my lip hard, trying to stifle a cry and I fight to blink back tears. Bi-Han is next to me in an instant, his strong cold arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his burly chest. “You are a wonderful mother Sol, you’re not an alcoholic, narcissistic monster like she is. You won’t raise your older children and then decide you’ve been a Mother long enough and just ignore your youngest, leaving her to raise herself,” I can hear the disgust in his words as he soothes me. “I see the way you are with our boys, how much you love and adore them, how much you dote on them. There is not a shred of that woman in you, you love others more than you love yourself, there is no way another child would be anything other than another blessing for us,” Bi-Han kisses my temple and cradles me in his strong arms, rocking me back and forth. “You sure this isn’t just a bad pick-up attempt? We are married you know, you don’t have to

come up with elaborate rouses to get into my panties,” I laugh and bury my face in between Bi-Han’s massive pecs trying to change the subject and lighten the mood. I don’t want to dwell on my Mother or the past any longer, not when I have my own wonderful little family to give me the love and support I never had. “Tch. I know that. I just want to put a baby in you, I want to hold you down and pump you full of my cum until you’re sobbing and panting for mercy,” he growls lustfully his hands moving to fondle my large breasts. “Not to mention see these bad boys get even bigger, and your belly all swollen with my kid, that’s what I want qīn. If I just wanted to fuck you, I would, I want to claim you,” his lips pull back into his trademark smirk before they descend on mine. I moan into his mouth as my fingers tangle in his hair, how could I possibly deny him when he put it like that. I titter softly against his icy lips, breaking the kiss for a moment, “fine Bi-Han, you win, let’s have a little girl.” He leans me back as his huge body clambers over mine as he pulls his shirt up and off, his muscles bulging and flexing with all of his well-muscled glory. He’s practically beaming, grinning ear to ear before he tries to regain his cool facade, “that’s my good girl,” he licks his lips in anticipation as he leans forward closing the gap between us, our lips moving in a practiced dance. I moan softly as I allow his tongue entrance into my mouth, it’s so cold against mine, but I’m used to it, even without the cold though the way Bi-Han is kissing me would make me tremble with more than just desire. I tilt my head sideways and open my mouth a bit wider as his cold tongue curls and snakes around mine, teasing and luring me into his chilled mouth as my nails rake lightly at the base of his hairline. I suck provocatively on his tongue, earning a guttural groan from the cryomancer, his large hands squeeze my hips as he lays his body flush with mine to roll his hips against my clothed sex. I lose our battle as I gasp and break the kiss, pressing my hips up against the delicious bulge in his pants, “fuck,” I whisper tugging my shirt off hastily. “I mean we kind of have to unless you know another way to make a baby qīn,” he chuckles in a low voice and I can’t help but feel arousal pooling in my lower stomach upon hearing those words. I try and reply with something witty but the words die in my mouth as he rocks his clothed cock against me again and his cold lips find my right breast, the temperature difference causing my nipple to harden and pebble immediately. I inhale sharply as his teeth graze the hard bud as he works one of his hands easily into my loose-fitting sweatpants, his sweatpants; he sucks my breast into his cold mouth causing me to arch my back. Bi-Han’s skilled fingers slip under my panties and teasingly skim over my soaked folds, I curse softly as I feel him spreading the moisture across my hot sex, it’s ridiculous how easily he can get me worked up. “Ngh, Bi-Han,” I moan softly, trying to keep my voice low as to not wake up the boys, I bite my lip as one cold digit pushes inside my hot, tight hole. “Mmm, you’re so wet already qīn, you just love the idea of me putting another baby in you don’t you? You being at my mercy, using you however I want, filling you over and over again with my seed until your tight little pussy can’t hold anymore,” he groans against my ample chest as he presses another finger inside me, he doesn’t hold back as he immediately crooks his fingers finding my sweet spot with practiced precision. “As much fun as it is to try to conceive our daughter I can’t wait to see your swollen belly, knowing it’s my baby and only mine, growing inside you,” he growls as he pumps his fingers in and out, finding a steady rhythm. I can’t help but buck up against his fingers, his words making me wetter and wetter, “of course it’s your baby, who else would knock me up,” I tease him as I tense up around him as his fingers caress my sweet spot with sweet, gentle strokes. Bi-Han pulls away from my tit as his cold

lips graze my collar bone before sinking his sharp teeth into the sensitive skin, causing me to cry out loudly as his fingers thrust harder and deeper inside me and I can feel my walls fluttering with intense desire. He groans as he laps at the angry crescent-shaped wound almost apologetically as he laps lazily at the blood trickling down my breasts. The action forces me to cling tighter to the strong cryomancer, the brief, intense pain heightening my pleasure to a level that makes it impossible to think about anything but Bi-Han and his thick fingers pumping in and out of my dripping, mess of a cunt. “F-fuck, P-polar Bear,” I curse quietly as my desire continues to mount as more delicious heat pools in my core as the cryomancer switches back to curling his fingers inside me, stroking my sweet spot again with firm, rapid movements. He smirks at me and suddenly ceases his movements, “oh I don’t know, maybe you know some hot dilfs from the PTA you’re seeing on the side or something.” The cryomancer pulls his fingers from my aching pussy and holds them up for me to see, “but I doubt it, not with how wet you are for me,” he slowly brings each digit to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfying smack of his lips. I flush deeply and let out a low whine, “fuuuuuck, come on Bi-Han, stop teasing me,” I beg him, knowing he loves hearing nothing more than the sound of my desperate voice pleading him. “Aww come on qīn you can do better than that,” he coos while pulling my pants and panties off with one easy tug. I puff my cheeks out at him and huff childishly, “you’re the one who wants another baby! Why am I the one having to do the begging? Shouldn’t you be begging me for a chance?

I’m the one who has to do everything! You just make it!” Bi-Han gives me a sheepish grin as he rids himself of his pants, his hard cock jutting out from a neatly trimmed patch of black hair. His icy blue eyes flutter close for a moment as he drags his hand along his impressive length, smearing glistening pre-cum all over his lust darkened head. “You’re right Sol, you are the one who has to carry it, but you already told me earlier we could have a little girl,” he rubs his icy cock along my velveteen, wet folds, teasing my hole with the thick head of his cold cock. “So please qīn, let me fill you up,” he pauses to slip inside me, his cold hand caressing my cheek, “let me paint that pretty little womb of yours with my cold cum,” he breathes out a low groan as he finishes sinking all the way inside my hot pussy. I throw my head back and arch my back as I feel my cryomancer’s huge cock opening me up, rearranging my insides to make room for him and fuck does it feel good, he always feels good, so perfect. I can’t help but cling to him as his throaty words echo in my mind, “oh Bi-Han,” I sigh lovingly unable to deny him what he wants, “more please,” I give in and go back to begging him. His dick feels even bigger and thicker than usual as my walls stretch and burn slightly trying to accommodate his length. I can’t help but feel almost drunk from arousal already as I gasp and whine his name while I feel the cryomancer’s thick cock filling me inch by delicious inch. I can feel him trembling with restraint as he struggles to retain control of his desires, not wanting to hurt or overwhelm me too quickly. He pants softly atop me as he finally buries his cock to the hilt inside my welcoming pussy. It feels good, so good, better than usual even, everything about Bi-Han right now makes me feel like every nerve is alight with desire, the knowledge of how much he wants me, how much he wants to have another child with me making my emotions feel like they’re spiraling out of control. I sigh blissfully as I squeeze my walls around him loving the feeling of him filling me so entirely, “let’s make another little one,” I whisper in a soft, sweet invitation. “You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to, every time I see you with the boys it’s all I can think of,” he groans as his cold hands ghost over my stomach while he pulls his cock out and presses it back in slowly. He rocks his hips driving his cock deep inside my tight walls, teasing and testing my limits as he fucks me slowly, passionately, it’s a rare moment, but I can actually call the act lovemaking. My breath comes out in visible pants as his lengthy torso drapes over my body, pinning me to our bed, my nails rake down his back as his cock fills me over and over again. I cry out as he begins to thrust slowly and deeply in and out of me as my walls hug and squeeze his cock with each stroke, pressure building up inside me. I whine and whimper his name softly as I try and pull him deeper inside my trembling cunt, each stroke of his cock brushing up against my cervix, so deep. Bi-Han’s lips curl into a pleasured snarl as he thrusts in and out of my wetness, his hands never leaving my stomach as he grunts in time with his actions. “Fuck qīn, you feel so good,” he praises, voice thick with lust. His words pull a loud moan from me and I immediately throw my hand over my mouth to stifle my noise, I screw my eyes shut as my pussy clamps down around his huge cock. I buck my hips up against his thrusts, pushing the cryomancer even deeper inside my wanting cunt, my thighs shake with effort and I know I’m not going to make it much longer. I pull Bi-Han’s head down to mine, frantically crashing my lips against his cold ones in an attempt to quiet myself as he keeps thrusting into me steadily. Each one of his thrusts hitting my sweet spot over and over again, I moan and cry into his mouth, each sound swallowed up by the cryomancer as his tongue dominates my mouth and his teeth tug at my bottom lip. I feel completely blissed out and oblivious to anything other than the cryomancer as

his thick cock makes it nearly impossible to think about anything but how perfect his length feels inside me, but some part of my brain still remembers to try not to wake the boys. My nails bite into the hard flesh of his perfectly muscled back, I gasp into his mouth as blood bubbles up from underneath my fingers as I tremble and shake with my impending orgasm. Bi-Han groans loudly against my mouth as I tighten around him, he breaks the kiss to whisper filthily in my ear, “you ready qīn, I’m about to breed you like the perfect little sow you are.” I bite my lip hard at his words, face flushing deep red as he refers to me as what you call a female polar bear, no doubt a nod to my nickname for him. I bite my fist hard to stifle my cry as his cock continues its onslaught of my pussy, my hips rocking in time as my mind goes blank, I feel my eyes rolling back into my skull as I clamp down hard around his thick cock. He’s so deep inside me I can’t hold back any longer as I give into my desires and cum hard around Bi-Han’s length, my body shudders and shakes hard as my greedy pussy tries to suck the cryomancer’s dick in as deep as possible. Blotchy stars dance before my eyes as I groggily try and force them open to look up at Bi-Han’s handsome face, his brows knitted in concentration as his grip on me tightens and he knows he no longer has to hold back. “That’s it qīn, you’re such a good girl for me, your perfect little pussy’s doing its best to pull my cock in deeper, it knows you’re ready to bare another of my heirs,” he growls against my ear before biting down lightly. His thrusts become shallow and so deep that I feel like he’s opening me up in impossible ways, he’s so determined to cum as deep inside me as possible. “Fuck, I’m going to paint that pretty little womb of yours snow-white, and you’re going to be a good girl and drink up every drop of my seed,” he snarls as his hips snap forward sharply, his cold, heavy body caging mine against the mattress as it creaks and groans under his efforts. I can’t even form coherent sentences as I hear his words, all I can do is whimper and whine pitifully as the cryomancer uses my body, “please, oh please Bi-Han.” My back arches off the bed as his cold fingers find the sensitive nub at the apex of my pussy as he rubs it quickly in time with his animalistic thrusts. Bi-Han lets out a deep, guttural growl as his hips finally still, burying his cock as deep inside me as possible, I whimper as I see his perfect abs contracting with his impending release. Frost spreads from under his fingers across my hips and stomach as his sharp teeth bite into the supple juncture of my shoulder as he quiets his roar of satisfaction. I press my hand against my mouth as my back arches off the bed, I cry his name into my hand until my voice is hoarse and tears prick at my eyes. I shake with exertion as Bi-Han’s final onslaught and release brings me to completion once more. I can’t help but give in to my baser instincts and desires as my walls squeeze and massage his huge cock desperate to milk every drop of cum from the cryomancer as my vision goes white. My eyes roll further back into my skull as my head slumps against the pillow, a combination of my tears and saliva soaking the pillowcase where it lies against my cheek. My body is wracked with great shudders of my blissful aftermath as my legs jerk and toes curl as I ride out the last waves of pleasure. It feels like Bi-Han won’t ever stop filling my spent cunt full of thick, viscous cum and I don’t ever want him to, it feels too good, too perfect. Bi-Han doesn’t pull out right away, I know he’s enjoying my warmth more than he’ll ever admit, he just groans with satisfaction and flops on top of me. “Ya know qīn, it might take a couple attempts to get you pregnant,” he pauses to skim his hands along my belly, “but I think I’m up to the challenge of it.” I don’t have the energy to push my behemoth of a husband off me as I just lay there, feeling his cock softening inside me as I lazily stroke his hair, “I think you’re counting on it taking

more than one attempt.” I laugh softly and shiver slightly, the cold rolling off his perfect body finally starting to get to me now that we’re no longer in the throes of passion. “For now though I’m going to bed,” I start, “I have a parent-teacher conference with the twins in the morning.” Bi-Han just grunts in acknowledgment before finally rolling off and getting comfortable next to me, “those little shits better not be in trouble again.” “Not this time,” I laugh, “though they do take after their father,” I tease wiggling my eyebrows at the now sated cryomancer. “It’s just the routine one they have every semester, and yes I’ve been checking their report cards, no problems there, thank god they don’t need help with math,” I laugh knowing I’m useless to help in that aspect of their education. Bi-Han yawns and pulls me against his body, tucking his head in the crook of my neck, “I’m looking forward to giving them a little sister to look out for, I think it will be good for them.” “Hmm, I think you might be right,” I cradle Bi-Han’s head close and curl up against him as I drift into a very pleasant and satisfying sleep.

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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Morning Of and After

SMILF Jesse X Female Reader

Summary: You meet Jesse in a bar and take him home. Masterlist

Word count: 3.3k words

Warning(s): +17 | swearing, drunk sex, porn with(out) plot (?), p in v sex, from behind, morning angst, mutual masterbation

AN: bitch I watched a 30 second clip of a tv show JUST to see an underdressed Alex Brightman. What has my life come to. Ah well, I'm gonna enjoy it while I can. Blame these lovely, inspiring fools @hoodoo12 @go-commander-kim @escape-your-grape

Jesse's not sure why you were hanging off of him at the bar but he's basking in your attention now. You didn't hesitate to give the cabbie your address, arm permanently looped around his shoulders for balance. You had both been drinking– exactly how much was a mystery– and Jesse was eager for a breakthrough in his dry spell.

Your lips are wet and on each other as he kicks your door closed. Pulling your clothes from your body proves a little difficult, especially with you wrestling to take off his. He catches a case of the giggles when you get his head stuck in his shirt but the laughter quickly turns into a moan when he feels you slip a hand into his underwear to fondle his junk. He remembers gripping your wrist like iron and ripping his shirt from his face. He gives you a gentle push backwards, right onto the edge of your bed (he didn't know that was there but he would have been happy to take you on the floor too).

Your top is misaligned but far from off, however you are bare from the waist down and wrap your legs around his hips to pull him towards you. Jesse's just as desperate and he slips his pants down midthigh, then stops to rummage in his pocket for a condom. He has to bat your grabby little hands away or he won't last. It's a little hard to see through the haze of lust and alcohol but he manages, and then he's pressing you into the mattress leaning on an elbow and sliding his fingers through your slick folds.

He groans and plants a kiss on your mouth. "Fuck you're wet..."

The man wastes no time and hooks two fingers inside you, eager to stretch you out and make you come now because you're fucking gorgeous and it's driving him to the edge without any stimulation.

You mewl beneath him, nails scratching his scalp and chest heaving as if begging for his attention. Jesse's mouth waters heavily as he sloppily licks and sucks at your breasts, pushing your top aside and just nipping at the lace bra still intact. He has no idea how high you are until your inner walls contract around his fingers so hard he worries they might break. And with a practiced motion, he eases you down from your orgasm, fingers slowing down until he slips them out.

And just for the hell of it, he flicks your clit and feels you jump beneath him. Suddenly your teeth are digging into his neck and he howls.

"Fuck me already," you growl.

You spread your legs wider to fit his hips to the center and drag him into another rough kiss. Jesse has some trouble maneuvering with his pants half on, but he catches the head on your lip and pushes in groaning at the familiar feeling of being engulfed. Bottoming out inside you sends an electric tingling sensation down his spine and he has to stop for a moment and catch his breath.

He feels your feet sliding up his thighs, one foot still in a heel which catches on his waistband. His hips give a test rock and you moan against his collarbone, legs twitching at his sides.

Jesse sets a subtle pace, rocking into your heat and drooling a little. You feel so fucking good underneath him, so right, like eating apple pie on the Fourth of July. His balls start to tighten and he almost lets go, but the feeling of your pussy twitching draws his attention to your face. You're close to coming again but not anywhere near where he is. The sloppy drunk part of him wants to just keep going and finish but the real Jesse wants this to be good for you too and what's a little second orgasm between drunk strangers?

He pulls out and despite your immediate protests, you quickly become curious when Jesse's hands push and pull on you as if trying to move you.

"What are you doing?"

His chin has a small glisten and his eyes are so watery. There are hickeys forming on his neck and a scratch or two rising on his shoulder. The hairy expanse of his chest is turning red from friction and he looks as unreal as a dream until he says, "turn over."

Your legs twitch and you definitely soak the quilt on your bed. Did you hear him right? This guy? Soft, pretty boy who was just a second ago gently rocking your world?

He licks his lips and says, "turn around. I wanna do it the other way. On your knees."

Fuck. Well you're definitely shaking with excitement as you fulfill his command. You finally manage to slip your top off and fling it into the abyss off the bed. You wiggle your hips into the requested position and shiver as a warm hand slides up your spine. Another warm hand locks around your hip and you feel him enter you with no resistance. The rough material of his jeans scratches at your thighs as he begins to thrust, longer strokes that leave you empty and full, empty and full again. You quickly slide off of your elbows and press your face into the blanket, loving the way he seems to lose himself again inside you.

God, does he even know he's moaning right now? It's so hot, somehow hotter than him driving his cock deep inside you. The slapping sound of his hips against your ass sendings endorphins straight to your head. After Jesse breathes another 'fuck,' you slither a hand underneath your body to circle your clit. The first touch of your fingers to your sticky little button causes you to tighten around Jesse's cock and you hear him choke. He leans over your back and settles a hand on the bed to proper himself up, changing the angle of his thrusts and hitting some spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.

"Fuck, so good," Jesse mumbles, sweaty forehead pressing against your shoulder. "Mmmm… gonna come…"

Fuck that's exactly what you needed to hear. Your whole body turns tuat like a bow string and your walls constrict into a vice. Your legs quiver from the strong shocks of your orgasm, forcing a long, broken moan to escape your chest and black to creep into your vision.

Your orgasm is the end of your partner. Jesse's hips stutter to a stop as he fills up the condom, unable to breath for a few seconds as he forgets his name, his location, and his sense of self and all there is left is you. Eventually Jesse's soul slams back into his body and he collapses his full weight on top of you unintentionally crushing you. He feels you laughing and at the urge of an elbow in his ribs, he rolls over and off of you. You're still giggling, boneless and satisfied as you try to catch your breath.

You turn your head towards him to look over his blissful features. His skin glistens in the half light and he's probably seconds from falling asleep. You put a hand out on his chest and shake him awake despite yourself, knowing you need to clean up.

"Up," you command.

Jesse shifts off of the bed sluggishly, disposing of the condom in the bin by your desk and grabbing the waistband of his jeans like he's not sure what to do with them. You reach out mischievously and slap his ass causing him to yelp and look back at you in disbelief.

"Take those off and get back here." You fling the quilt of your bed off and curl under the topsheet with a hand out to him.

Jesse looks confused. He moves slowly, crawling back in naked and incapable of meeting your eyes. You place a guiding hand to help him lay his head on your silk encased pillow. "Stay," you command, and dip into the bathroom to clean up.

Jesse lies awake but not for long, his body thumps with the beat of his heart and it lulls him to sleep. He's snoring softly when you come back and flip the lights off.

Jesse's head is pounding in the morning, but he's had it worse. Like way worse. The bedroom curtains are drawn but the sun is direct and the light reflects off the walls a little too strongly for his liking. You look pretty in nothing but sheets and it's turning him on a little bit.

What the fuck was a girl like you doing with a guy like him anyways, he wondered, over his skinnier and better looking friends? And then he wondered, how much did you have to drink last night? It unnerves him that he doesn't know the answer. You left the bar together but you didn't walk in together, who knows how many jager bombs or tequila shots you had before you met him?

Jesse's really hyped himself up now, his hands are getting clammy and he's about to start fidgeting if he doesn't figure something out soon. When you wake up will you remember him? Did you know his name like he knew yours? Would you throw him out in disgust? Maybe you were the type who took them home because you knew they'd be gone at first light. Maybe you liked it that way.

Jesse takes a deep breath to steel himself. He's intent on thinking things through until… until he realizes it took 10 minutes. From the time you entered the apartment to the time he came, it took 10 minutes. Oh god… that is the nail in the coffin for him.

He slides out of bed as quietly as possible. His face is hot and his hands are cold as he slips into his underwear, then his pants. He lets his feet carry him out of the bedroom and into the hallway where he finds his shirt, and he gets distracted looking at your soaked lace underwear as he reaches for the keys by the door.

You actually live really close to his work, which is where he left his car last night. If he can just get some distance maybe he can think better. He could probably use a tylenol more than anything right now.

Jesse's waiting for a light to change at a crosswalk when he realizes these are not his keys. All regrets about leaving his phone number on a paper somewhere at your place go out the window when he realizes he doesn't have his phone either.

"Fuck," he mutters in defeat.

Returning back to your apartment is the real walk of shame. He hopes someone will stop him, ask him if he lives around here or something so he can chicken out and maybe get a friend to get his stuff back. The cute like trinkets hanging off your car keys do give him some interesting insight into the things you like.

He can't remember if he left the door unlocked and celebrates when he doesn't have to knock and wake you up. He probably should have clued in when he heard the sound of a sink turning off, but he's actually more hungover than he thought. He fully freezes like a deer in headlights when you appear with a towel on your head and fresh lounging clothes.

The look you give him should have turned him to stone. "Hey Jesse. Forget something?"

He opens his mouth and nothing but a weak "heeeeyyy," escapes. His mouth flaps like a fish and he suddenly remembers to put your keys back from where he found them. Busted. "I ee I was just going out to grab some coffee… and like a tylenol… but guess I grabbed the wrong keys, hahah..."

The twist of your mouth is a little cruel. You let the towel rest on your shoulders and toss him his keys from the kitchen counter, warm hand lingering over his heart in an affectionate but threatening way. "Coffee sounds good. There's a shop a mile that way, honest to god espresso and cheaper prices than the usual dig. I'm sure I've got a bottle of tylenol somewhere around here, I should find it by the time you come back."

Oh...K? Are you… planning something? Should he fear for his safety? Apologize? Not knowing what else to do (and distracted by the feeling of you caressing his chest), Jesse simply nods and turns to obey you. Only at the door does he turn back and gesture with his key hand, "you uh, haven't seen my phone, have you?"

You're smiling. You've got no bra on beneath your baseball tee, hair soaking your shoulders, and tiny tiny shorts with pockets– a pocket carrying what he clearly recognizes as his phone– and you're smiling.

"I like my coffee strong. Just tell them my name, they'll know what to make." Jesse doesn't know what else to do except sputter and leave.

It would have been a short walk but it's an even shorter drive. Jesse stands in line assessing the menu with his hands in his pockets. You were mad at him.

Ok, that was fair.

You were upset that he left you without a goodbye and had stupidly forgotten his things and had to come crawling back. So you weren't that kind of person. He knows that now. But you also weren't screaming at him or begging him to stick around.

Jesse didn't know what to think of your reaction. But you knew his name. He told you his name in the cab and if you remembered it's because you weren't blackout drunk. That's good for both of you. You didn't seem too hungover either, maybe you'd had less to drink than he did or at least the same. This is good, these were good things.

It didn't make going back to your place less terrifying though.

You left the front door cracked and Jesse pushed his way in with a cup in each hand. "Boy, they sure do like you down at that coffee shop! Extra this and extra that. I'd kill to have a place like me like that."

You seem… calmer now. The tension in your movement is gone and you peck his lips with a kiss as you take your coffee. You reach around him to shut the door and walk to the couch expecting him to follow (and of course like a dog on a leash, he did). You passed him a tylenol and took a few yourself, washing them down with your drink before leaning back with your arm over your eyes.

"I'm sorry," Jesse blurts out. You peak at him from under your arm. "I… I didn't know if you wanted to see me when you woke up so I…"

You snort. "Jesse, honey. If I didn't like you, you would have never made it to my room. Not even close. And if I didn't want to see you in the morning–"

You sat up and pressed yourself almost into his lap– "I would have fucked you at the club."

Now is not the time for a boner, this was a serious conversation. In any case, you eased up on your dominating stance and fell into his side like you belonged there. It felt nice. You smelled like fresh laundry and peaches (definitely your body wash or something), and weren't mad at him anymore. In fact you passed his phone to him and settled back. Jesse wrapped an arm around you and rested his cheek on your head. He had almost drifted back to sleep when his text tone dinged.

MASON: Where the fuck are you?

Jesse sighed. You knew exactly what that sound meant and became determined not to let him go without a fight, but Jesse stopped you from climbing into his lap very firmly, by flipping you onto your back and holding you down. He can't help but blush, his ears turning red as he glares at you.

"I have. To go," he scolds. "My buddy Mason's got this project he needs help with and I promised I'd be there to help him move his stuff."

You whine, grabbing his wrists and sliding his hands up to cover your breasts. "Can't it wait a little longer? We can be fast."

Jesse's brain short circuits and his hands inadvertently flex. "What?"

He knows your nipples are hard because he can feel them, and you're looking at him in that way that makes his pants tighter. You don't have to say it but when you do, he falls hook line and sinker. "Come on, babe. Round 2? Before you go?"

How could he say no to that?

Jesse kisses you roughly. His hands squeeze your tits before he plants one to hold himself up and the other to draw you closer so he can grind his hips into yours. You gasp, pulling at his hair and then fumbling with his pants for a second just as you change your mind. Jesse protests as you push him backwards, then he stares as you slide those tiny shorts off. He goes right to circling your clit with his thumb and takes a long look at the dark spot on your new panties.

"So easy to get you wet," he praises, swiping his thumb down over the wet patch before returning to his pronounced circular motions.

You let him toy with you, feet resting on his shoulders until you remember your little game. you gently kick his hand away and replace it with your own, sliding the fabric aside and making him watch two of your fingers glide deep inside you. Jesse groans, intent to help out but you stop him.

"Just me," you gasp. "Just you."

Jesse seems momentarily confused. Then you see it click in his head and he scrambles to take his cock out, already fully erect and dark in color. He starts to stroke himself, eyes bouncing around your form and drinking in the sight of your self administered pleasure. His eyes roll back at the squelching sound filling the space between you, continuing to stroke himself with a dry rasp.

Jesse calls your name and grasps your wrist. His tongue swirls around your fingers hungrily to suck the slick from them, groaning as he does. It's a moment's distraction as his own fings dip into your wet heat and come out coated in more. He replaces his soaked hand on his cock and strokes with renewed vigor.

"God," he hums. It feels so good, watching you watch him is turning him on way more than he thought it would. He's getting close to coming at the thought of painting your stomach when his phone starts ringing.

He grows an annoyed glance at the offending device, then does a double take and pounces. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck– hey boss!"

You looked at him, completely stunned. Jesse pretended not to notice you and listened intently to the voice on his phone, nodding his head absently and to your horror, tucking his cock back into his pants. He doesn't look too happy about it, but he swallows his pride and tells his boss he'll 'be right there.'

He's already apologizing as he pulls you up from the couch and sets your clothes right. Jesse peppers your sour face in light kisses, rubbing your arms as if to soothe you from a blinding rage.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," he says donning his jacket. "I don't know when or how but I will I–"

"Arcade. Thursday. 7 pm." You zip up his jacket and glare at him so he knows there's no room for argument.

He smiles, "I can't wait," he drops a hearty kiss to your lips. "Thursday, 7 pm. Want me to pick you up?"

"Only if you plan on staying the night."

"That's a yes then." Jesse leaves and you cannot wait for Thursday.

#SMILF Jesse #SMILF Jesse x female reader #smilf jesse smut #three bees writing #🐝🐝🐝✒

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction || Nipple Kink [M]

WARNING: The following piece of writing contains sexual descriptions if you’re underage

For the love of all that is Holy if you’re like Jungkook or your partner is like the Jungkook one please dear god do not use kitchen oil, or olive oil or fucking baby oil for it because you can/will contract a water infection, or another kind of infection if that shit gets inside of you so PLEASE DEAR GOD (first of all don’t take sex advice from smut written on tumblr, explore your desires on your own and/or with a partner) use oils that are SPECFITCALLY designed for sex or sexual acts. PLEASE! I don’t know how else to stress that.

Seokjin:

It was no secret to you that Jin had a nipple kink since he was always sucking on your nipples whenever you were alone, or just playing with your breasts whenever he got the chance and sometimes it wasn't even sexual he just wanted to touch you or be intimate to you without necessarily being inside of you. But tonight was different, he'd been excited about something all week and now it was the weekend he was finally going to show you what he was excited about.

"Jin," You giggled as he walked into the bedroom carrying melted chocolate in a small bowl and a giant can of whipped cream under his arm he had a giant smirk across his face too,

"What are you doing?" He kicked the door closed behind him and got onto the bed next to you putting the bowl down onto the beside table and telling you to remove your shirt and get ready.

"I saw it somewhere-"

"You mean a porn site." You laughed as his ears started turning red but he continued talking to you about what he'd seen online somewhere not admitting that it was in fact, a porn site, that food play would be good for the bedroom and he wanted to combine his two favourite things. Your nipples and food,

"F-Fuck." You whispered as the warm melted chocolate hit your hard nipple and then the cold whipped cream being squirted onto the other, you would be lying if you said it didn't feel good already and he smirked bending down and sucking the chocolate off from them, swirling his tongue around your tits as you through your head back into the pillows as he continued to massage the other one in his hands,

"You enjoying this too Jagiya?" He smirked biting down onto your nipple and tugging at it as you whimpered out his name your hands finding their way into his hair and pulling at the black strands making him let out a breathy groan.

"Jin it feels good." You moaned out as he moved onto the breast with whipped cream covering it repeating the same process as he had done with the chocolate. Sucking and cleaning them while massaging the other and getting ready to apply more chocolate to you.

Yoongi:

"Yoongi, I'm bored." You whined out as you laid on the sofa in his studio, he looked over his shoulder at you to see you laying there in nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of leggings. It was a Sunday which meant you were hanging out in his studio together, something you did every Sunday,

"Are you wearing a bra?" He asked as he stared at your body, your hands covered your breasts and you shook your head at his question.

"I think I know a way to keep us entertained baby," He got up from his desk and left the room, returning a couple of minutes later with a cup full of ice.

"Yoongi?" You questioned as he lifted your legs up and sat down placing your legs back down over his lap, he lifted your shirt up and smirked at you.

"Y-Yoongi someone could-" You let out a moan before you could even finish your sentence, he'd taken one of the ice cubes and had started rolling it around your nipple to get it hard while he fondled the other one in his hand looking up at you as you tried your best to hold back little whines as gasps from the pleasure the ice was giving you.

"Does that feel good?" You nodded unable to form a fully functioning sentence and he smirked up at you switching breasts and taking your already cold hard nipple into his mouth and began to cool it with his mouth, tugging on it and sucking to make your head roll back against the arm of the sofa.

"Yoongi." You whined as he continued to switch from nipple to nipple paying close attention to the way your body reacted whenever he did so. He took an ice cube into his mouth and began dragging it around your nipples that way and you moaned out his name a couple of more times until there was a knock on the door. You sat up and the ice was placed back into the cup on the table while Yoongi went to see who was disturbing you both.

Hoseok:

"JIMIN YOU'RE GOING DOWN!" You screamed throwing a water balloon at him from behind a wall in their back garden, it was one of the hottest recorded days in Seoul so you and the boys decided that it would be a great idea to have a giant water fight in the back garden. Getting balloons, water guns and the sprinkler ready for it,

"Hoseok? What are you doing?!" You asked as he picked you up from behind and began carrying you into the house, the boys were so lost in their own game they hadn't even noticed you being taken away and into the house.

"Fuck look at you." Hoseok groaned pushing you through to the downstairs bathroom where he put you against the door and locked it, you looked down and noticed the white shirt you were wearing was turning practically see-through thanks to the water you'd been hit with.

"I just need one taste." You nodded at him and he pulled the white shirt off your body throwing it somewhere in the room and taking your right breast into his mouth sucking and swirling his tongue around the erect nipple and using his thumb and index finger to tug and play with your left nipple. Your hands went into his brown locks and you let out little whines of pleasure whenever he would suck and pull on your sensitive nipples, Hoseok had always loved playing with your tits and you weren't going to stop him since it always felt so good.

"H-Hobi." You stuttered out when you heard the rest of the boys all coming in from their water fight but he wasn't going to stop he pulled away for a couple of seconds to turn the shower on before pulling you towards it and stripping you out of the rest of the clothes. The night was far from over with him and he wasn't going to stop pleasuring you until you begged him to stop, he'd needed you all day.

Namjoon:

You swatted Namjoon's hand away as you felt it creeping up your shirt for the fourth time in the last ten minutes,

"The boys are here." You whispered so only he could hear you, the boys had all gone around to your apartment to have a chill night in but Namjoon's mind was somewhere else the entire time, he found himself staring at your breasts through the thin tank top you were wearing.

"You know what you do to me." He growled in your ear pressing his hard-on against your thigh and biting down on your ear lobe making you hold back the whimper that was attempting to escape. You knew what he was getting at. You'd recently gone to get your nipple pierced and ever since he'd been obsessed with sucking on your nipples, any chance he had he would do it and you didn't mind, but right now you were in front of the boys and didn't want them to see Namjoon sucking on your nipples.

"No." You whispered to him using all the strength you had in your body to tell him no, you got up from the sofa and went into the kitchen to get some more popcorn for you and the rest of the guys thinking it would end the needy Namjoon that had been sitting beside you. You were wrong less than two seconds after you left the room he followed you pressing his hard-on against your ass as you leant against the kitchen counter,

"Just one little taste?" He whispered making your legs weak and your stomach flip.

"N-Namjoon they could walk in any minute." He groaned at you and turned you around not hearing a no he lifted your shirt up to expose your breast.

"No bra? You're really testing me tonight." He smirked taking one nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, using his hand to massage and tug on the other one. Your head rolled back hitting the cupboard behind you and he smirked around your nipple, nibbling on it before switching breasts and paying attention to the other one, his tongue and the metal bar were giving you the pleasure was making your legs shake, nothing compared to what he would normally do if you were alone but you were sure if he did this long enough you could cum like that without him even touching your throbbing core.

He pulled away once the microwave was done and smirked at you as you whined out for him to touch you again, he pulled your thin tank top down and kissed your forehead,

"The boys are here Jagiya." You glared at him as he walked back into the living room carrying a bowl of popcorn with a smile across his face so you followed behind him deciding payback was going to be a bitch.

Jimin:

When you had agreed to go on holiday with the boys you thought they would pick a warmer climate to go to but it turned out they all wanted to go somewhere cold, and snowy where they could spend most of their day's snowboarding and you would spend all of your day's curled up in front of the fireplace reading a book you had packed.

"Just come out once, you'll love it," Taehyung said as he tried to convince you to go out and have a snowball fight with them, you closed the book and got up from the armchair.

"If I get hit by one snowball I'll cry...But I'll build a snowman." You said as you grabbed your coat and headed outside of the cabin to get ready when you were hit with six snowballs all at once.

"That's it!" You yelled jokingly running back into the house and going to sit in front of the fireplace, all you heard was laughter before the door to the cabin shut.

"It was just a joke baby." Jimin laughed coming over to you and staring at you, you were about to reply when you noticed his eyes were focused on your breasts. Nothing new for Jimin but he seemed transfixed on them,

"You're nipples." He mumbled staring at them and licking his lips, you smirked getting up from the floor and taking his hand in yours pulling him towards the bedroom where you pulled the shirt from your body to reveal your rock hard nipples from the snow that had hit you.

"You like?" You asked staring at him, he'd never expressed a nipple kink to you before but you could tell by the look on his face that was what was going through his mind, you cupped one of your breasts and began massaging them but he took over for you, taking one in his hand and the other in his mouth sucking and tugging on the hard nipples making you moan out his name as he did so.

"Shit Jimin, I d-didn't know you liked them this much." He moaned out around them and pulled away continuing to massage them as he spoke,

"I didn't until now." He attached himself once more and continued to suckle on them making you let out little whines as he laid you down onto the bed.

Taehyung:

You'd been depriving Taehyung of sex for the last two weeks since you went and got your nipples pierced and you wanted it to be a secret for him as a little surprise since he had always expressed his love for your nipples and having a nipple kink.

"What's this?" Taehyung asked one night as he found you applying a cream to your nipples, you turned around to see him and he smirked as you covered your body from him.

"I thought we'd gotten past being shy baby." You blushed at him and dropped your hands away to reveal the percings that you had gotten done and his mouth fell open as he saw what you had been hiding from him,

"Shit baby." He groaned rushing over to you and taking your breasts into his hands and looked at them,

"Can I?" You nodded knowing they were healed and were okay for him to touch and play with now

"When did you get them done?" You smirked as he attached his mouth to one nipple and playing with the other, spinning the small metal bar around sending pleasure through your body as he did so.

"S-Shit, two weeks ago." You whimpered as he continued to suck on your nipple tugging on it before switching breasts and doing the same to your other one,

"I bought something else too." You whispered going over to the bedside drawer, he watched as you reached inside and pulled out nipple ring clamps and he smirked at you,

"I can't switch them over for another four weeks but I figured you'd want to see them now." He growled at you coming over and attaching himself onto your nipple yet again, moaning out his name you rolled your head back and put your hands in his hair never wanting it to stop.

Jungkook:

Jungkook came into the room with a small black bag in his hands and he was surprised to see you home from work already,

"Kookie? What's that?" You asked as he tried to hide the bag behind his back but it was too late you'd already seen it and wanted to know what was inside.

"N-nothing." You got up from the bed and walked over to him, taking the bag from his hands and emptying the contents onto the bed behind you. A bottle of flavoured love oil, soap and some lube was laying there and you looked at him knowing what they were for, he'd talked to you about his nipple kink before and you told him you wanted to indulge in it as well.

"You want me to get oily baby?" You giggled at him as you picked up the sex oil that he'd gotten and showed him the bottle he had picked up, he'd clearly done his research because it was the kind safe for sex. You stripped out of your shirt and bra before opening the lid and pouring it onto your breasts and nipples before staring at Jungkook with puppy dog eyes.

"Do I have to do this by myself." He was no longer blushing anymore, he was massaging the strawberry flavoured oil into your breasts and took one into his mouth sucking on the nipple and making you moan out his name as you fell back onto the bed.

"Fuck Kookie." You giggled as he continued to hungrily suck and play with your nipples, moaning out around you whenever you would tug on his hair and moan out his name from the pleasure he was giving you.

Again please for the love of God do you research before using any kind of oil, lube or other products on your skin.

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bioodorange · 4 years

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|| Sweet Dream- Brian Thomas x Fem!Reader Smut ||

Credit to @sjoohun for revising and @creepy-bi-day and @junkies-drift for moral support!!

2.7k Words~ 4 hours

TW!! Smut, Nasty PP, Oversimulation, Thigh Riding, Teasing, Pet Name's, Wet Dreams, Slight Dub Con

The wall behind you was starting to feel a bit rough as your body pressed against it and you shook from your fourth orgasm. Usually you could have taken a bit more of this before feeling so weak but you were practically just a doll for his pleasure at this point.

As soon as your boyfriend had gotten home, he'd tossed you onto the bed and gotten above you. His hips moved roughly against yours as he looked at you with lust in his eyes. His member already hard and pressing to on to your senstive core making you shiver.

Moans and gasps left your parted lips and it was so hard to focus on anything else besides /him/. His tosseled hair, stained with a few beads of sweat. Dark eyes half lidded with lust and desire. His breath was warm and shallow, with the small grunts from the back of his throat. The feeling made your skin tingle as yet another whine left your lips.

"A-ah Brian!~" you managed to scream out. His movements slowing down only for the man to growl softly in response. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head with a swift movement. The sight of his bare, tanned, tender skin made you forget anything you intended on saying at that moment.

The clothing was tossed into the corner and long forgetten about as he leaned over your panting figure. His lips latchined onto your neck, leaving small love bites and hickies where ever his mouth touched. Occasionally, the man chuckled at the soft whining noises that came out of you, or the frantic movement of your hips while you tried to get pleasure from his still body.

"Someone's getting a little excited now, eh?" He said jokingly, before playfully biting your shoulder, leaving a red mark in his wake. His fingers ran down your sides and back up under your shirt. Large hands unclasping your bra and merely bunched it up above your breasts. The man was to lazy to pull the material off before touching you.

Eyeing up your bare chest, Brian palmed and squeezed one of your breasts with his bare hand. Seeing you arc your back at such a simple action gave him a sense of power. You were /his/. /his/ doll. /His/ pleasure. /his/ toy

Fondling the soft flesh in one hand, the man started to get a bit impatient and pulled away, his hands now resting on your hips. Looking to at your liver confused, you ground your self against him as if to ask why. Why he'd stopped touching you, why he'd taken the pleasure away

But he wasn't focused on what you wanted. No. He was proud to see your glazed eyes and mouth agape. The man had barley done anything to you and you were already whimpering and yearning for his touch. No one could make you feel as good as him.

Brian's hands glided over your skin, stopping at your waist. Glancing up, he looked you in the eyes, silently asking you if he could continue. A frantic nod and soft groan from you was all he needed to continue.

Pulling off your shorts and underwear, you aided him by kicking the material into some unknown corner of the room. "Good girl.." he praised softly, fingers gently rubbing your tender thighs as he dipped his head between your legs.

You were shaken from those memories with a tightness in your abdomen and a gruff voice in your ear. "still with me princess..? You were somewhere else for a minute.." Brian said, his head nestled in the crook of your neck as he roughly fucked into you

The dull ache from between your thighs was growing, your release approaching faster and faster. Grunts and soft moans filled the room, all while the coil inside you tightened. Building and building until it snapped

But instead of the orgasm youd been hoping for, you found yourself tangled in sheets and a drenched pair of shorts. The dream had felt and seemed so real. But it wasn't real enough to ease the heat between your slick thighs

You'd barely woken up and you were already slipping two fingers between your wet folds, parting them to reach ectasy.

Brian was out- he'd probably come right home and be asleep. You /needed/ him, you needed his hands gripping your hips, the rough pads of his fingers working you from the inside.

A keen moan pasted hour lips and you slipped another finger between your thighs, it wouldn't be enough to satisfy you. But hopefully enough so you could fall back asleep.

Tirelessly, you pumped your fingers in and out of your heat, the other hands palming and groping your own breast. You were still fully clothed, but you were to hot and bothered to strip down.

Little did you know a curious man watched from the door. His name on your lips was like a mantra. Your sweet lilte moans were for his ears only. The feeling of your tight walls and soft skin for his enjoyment- no one else

Yet there you sat, legs spread and body shaking. Pleasureaable noises left your lips as kept working your fingers. Someone was playing with his toy, what a shame they hadn't told him

"Seems like you've been a little busy, huh kitten? What was it you couldn't wait for daddy to come home?"

Hearing his voice made you stop in your tracks, excuses and pleads all mixed into one as he sat on your bed, laughing a bit while he shushed you

"No no baby it's ok, I understand.." he cooed reaching out and tucking some of your messy hair away from your fast, the desperate look in your eye asking for him to be nice

To not play or tease you- to just help settle the tightness in your core

Oh how wrong you were. You can not have one without the other.

Sitting up, you closed your thighs and pressed your hands to your lap. You were fully clothed yet it felt like his hands were running over your body, gently stroking every senstive spot on your skin. Anticipation could really rile people up.

"I don't want to stop you baby but I think you should finish the job off here." Brian quipped, patting his thigh softly. It was a cruel thing to do, his hard on a few inches away and you laid out all nice and pretty for him. As you crawled over, the man grabbed your his and pulled you over to straddle his leg.

Staring at the man, he kept up the smug look on his face simply waited. It looked like you were going to have to do all the work.

At first, rocking your hips didn't do much, you'd rather be laying back down and using your fingers. Deciding to let go of your dignity, you began grinding down on him. Your hips moved faster and you soon found the pleasure you were looking for.

The tireless movements of your body were forgotten to the feeling of rough denim on your thighs. God you wish you'd taken off your shorts. Gripping your lovers shoulders, you rested the crown of your head on his chest and moans escaped your lips.

Begining to bounce his leg, Brian gently cupped your cheek and made you face him and pleasure rippled through your body. "Just a little bit more baby and then I'll take care of you, okay princess?"

It was most likely an empty promise but your mind was to pleasure riden to think straight. The bouncing of his knee seemed to get more intense as you used your remaining energy to hump his leg as if your life depended on it.

The closer you got the harder it was to keep your head up. It'd be so easy to shut your eyes and let Brian guide your hips up and down his thigh.

Moaning loudly, spots of white entered your vision as you slumped down on his chest. Your release was sweet but not enough. Cum stained your shorts and plush thighs yet the ache between your legs was still there.

"That wasn't so hard now was it?" Your boyfriend asked as he laid you down, nestling his hips between your thighs and pulling your shirt off. Bucking your hips lazily against his, you reached up to tug his sweatshirt off only to have your hand swatted away. "That's a privilege you have to earn kitten" he beamed.

Huffing in protest, you flopped back onto the bed as the man removed your shorts and spread your legs. The man's gaze and faint breath so close to your core made you buck your hips, pleasure was so close but so out of reach.

Fanning his warm breath over your slit, he chuckled watching you groan and squirm a bit as he slipped two fingers inside of your entrance. You were plenty wet enough for him to work his fingers and and out with ease.

Spreading his fingers, Brian hummed as he scissored you, shoving them in deep and parting them. Seeing your face contort in pleasure was something he'd kill for. You looked so pleased yet so needy at the same time.

"How's it feel baby, you're being awfully quiet" he teased, curling his fingers on the soft spongey part deep in your core. Before you could answer a loud, shaky moan passed your lips, thighs clenching together around his hand.

"Hm, I can't hear you..." He pondered, spreading your legs again and holding one of your thighs down gently. "Just answer me, it's one question" he pointed out, working his fingers inside you rougher digging right into the senstive spot inside you.

More groans and sounds of desperation left your lips. It would be so easy to give in. The pleasure coursing through you made it hard to talk, especially to Brian. The man sitting besides you a sadistic grin plastered on his face

His fingers eased up and he raised an eyebrow at your awkward expression. "I-t feels so go-~ AH!~" just as you began sitting up the man pressed his fingers to the spot, slipping in a third one to help the cause.

"Come on princess all you have to do is say it and I'll let you cum. Brian taunted, watching you huff and groan below him.

Pressing the rough pad of his thumb to your clit, he began rubbing small, tight circles around it. The pleasure was almost enough to make you cry, the erge to release was driving you mad. It was impossible to speak especially with your boyfriend's fingers inside you.

"I-t feels..." Your breaths began getting shallow, your annoyance with your boyfriend rising. Why couldn't he just make this easy for you? Bowing your head a little, locks of hair surrounded your face. Steadying your breath the best you could, you looked up to see his expectant face.

"It feels good, so so good.." you said softly, clenching your thighs around his hand. Grinning a bit, Brian was satisfied with your answer. He added a fourth finger and pumped them in and out of you while his thumb rubbed your clit.

Your core began to tighten around him as your climax approached. Hands gripped the sheets beneath you as your back arched.

Cum ran down your thighs and onto your boyfriend's fingers and you lay there, panting and relieved. His fingers had felt amazing but you knew it wasn't over yet.

Sitting on his knees, Brian pulled off his shirt and jeans then discarded his boxers as well. His dark blonde hair was messy and sticking up, sweat ran down his tanned skin. Various scars criss crossed his bare body. He was beautiful.

Leaning over, Brian smiled softly and gently pumped his hard member. You noticed the pre cum dripping from his tip as you spread your legs a bit more for him.

Bending over, the man laid his hands besides your head as your arms loosely linked around his neck. You two had had sex many times before but, it still took a few moments for you to adjust to his length.

In one deep thrust, he was inside you stretching out your walls nicely. Lolling your head back a soft moan passed your lips whilst your lover began a gentle pace. It felt nice, having him so close, sharing a few sensual kisses and breathy words.

Until you noticed the small smirk on his face, and the fact he seemed to be letting up bit by bit. That God damn tease. Groaning a bit in annoyance, you bucked your hips up a few times looking him in the eyes. "What's wrong baby is it not enough?" He said laughing a bit as pulled out of you and pulled your small figure into his lap.

"No it's not.." you huffed, resting your head on his chest and rubbing your thighs together, arms crossed. "I've never left you unsatisfied, have I?" He asked. You only sighed in response, knowing he had a point.

Giving you a soft kiss, the man kept you both sitting up. Turning your body to face him, Brian slid you back onto his cock and grabbed your hips. "Go on one Princess, I'm all yours."

To tired of waiting to complain, you began riding him. The sound of skin on skin filled the room as your movements became more intense. Laboured breaths and mews of pleasure passed your lips all while Brian sat back and enjoyed the show.

Tightening his hold on your hips the man began guiding you, relieving you of some of your work. Senstive from two previous orgasms, your third one approached quickly. By then your thighs ached and you were practically a ragdoll as he railed into you.

Shutting your eyes, his thrusts slowed as cum flowed from your pussy and over his toned thighs. Chuckling softly he relished in the feeling off seeing your face, pleased and tired. But he still needed his own fill.

Laying you back down on your back, Brian didn't miss a beat and began thrusting inside you again. A bit oversimulated at this point, you rested with a sort of "ahegao face", lips parted and glazed eyes angled up.

God you looked so fucking pretty, hair fanned out on the pillow and breasts bouncing with each thrust. Taking your thighs over his shoulders, the man pressed his thumb to your clit and started rubbing tight circles around it.

His rougher pace and added attention to your clit was a bit to much, but lazily trying to push his hand away didn't do anything. Walls tightening, you could feel your release approaching- his was too. The way his cock twitched inside you and his nails dug into the skin of your thigh, you knew he was close.

And then all of the sudden it hit you like a wave, your over done cunt squeezed around his tight member yet he didn't stop. Cum mixed with sweat between you too as he kept up the rough pace, chasing his own high now.

Whining for him to let you rest, maybe set your legs down, you had an odd sensation in your abodoman. Moaning his name, Brian finally came. Thick ropes of cum filled you up as he let out a deep groan of pleasure, his hips calming down but not stopping.

And then he felt it, an odd sensation on his lower stomach. Gazing down he saw your face screwed in pleasure as a clear liquid squirted from your pussy all over your thighs and his groin. It was amazing.

Panting a bit, you looked a bit embarrassed at the mess you made. But, seeing him pull out was a relief you could finally relax and go back to bed. Reaching up, you tried to grab him only to have him turn you over onto your kneees in response.

"Oh no princess, were gonna see if you can do that again." He grinned, rubbing the head of his cock on your puffy walls you let out a groan in protest. This was going to be a long night.

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satsurikusajira · 3 years

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Needles 05

words: 3905

reverse harem (OC x everyone)

chapter 01

Rin raised her fist to knock on the door before her, only to hear a familiar voice call:

"Enter."

She swallowed her surprise and slid the door open. She saw Captain Hitsugaya sitting at a desk, a pile of papers in front of him, and Lieutenant Matsumoto lying on a couch.

"Ah, Rin-chan, you made it!" The busty woman sat up and stretched.

"Um...I thought you said you had the day off?" Rin glanced at the vein popping on the captain's forehead.

"You did, did you?" His low voice sent chills through Rin, but Lieutenant Matsumoto seemed immune to it.

"I need to get her ready for her trip to the world of the living! Since I won't be going, I need her at her best to enjoy enough for the both of us!" She kept going about how unfair it was that she wasn't the presiding lieutenant, even though she specifically requested to take the students this year.

"Captain, I can come back later if this is a bad time." Rin murmured to the shorter Shinigami.

"She won't be doing any work in this state. might as well get her off my hair." The vein was still pulsing on his face. "Leave, already, Matsumoto. You're too noisy, and I have work."

"Ah. Thank you, Captain!" Rin managed to catch him waving dismissively at them as the excited lieutenant dragged her away. "Rangiku, you shouldn't rile Captain Hitsugaya up like tha-oomph!"

"Rin-chan, you finally called me by my name!"

Rin struggled to pull out of the suffocating embrace. She panted and held Rangiku at arm's length. She was barely given any time to breathe as she was pulled into the bathhouse.

This time of day, the baths were a bit fuller, but they didn't have to wait. Rin smiled politely at the fourth division member who handed them towels and they scrubbed before sinking into the warm pool. Rin sighed at the warmth and rubbed the arm Ikkaku had used as leverage to throw her into the wall yesterday.

"So, if you're not going, who is?" Rin finally asked. She didn't want to admit she was pouting a little.

"Ninth Division Lieutenant, Hsagi Shuuhei." Rangiku was at her usual spot at the edge of the pool, with her head resting against a folded towel. Rin lazily walked backwards until her toes barely touched the floor, then stayed at that depth, frowning at her reflection.

"What's he like? Is he taking us to the museum?" Rin mumbled into the water surface.

"You'll like Hisagi-kun. He's really into music." Rangiku assured her. "I heard you were going to a club...or a bar...or both, I don't remember." Rangiku watched Rin scowl at the water until she came to terms with the situation. They lazed a little bit more before leaving to dry off and walk to Rangiku's quarters.

Rangiku had laid a variety of clothes out for her, but Rin was more concerned about the limp body thrown on a chair.

"What." She pointed. "Is that?"

"Oh, that's your gigai." Rangiku barely glanced at it. "This isn't just a random graduation party. It's your first test to see if you adapt to your gigai. So you can go on missions in the world of the living later on." She explained. Rin made an 'oh' with her mouth and nodded.

"How do I...put it on?" She grabbed the wrist of the beige gigai and inspected it. It had no distinguishing features. "How do we make it look like me?"

"Just pull it on as if it were clothing. Slip into it." Rangiku guided her into the creepy doll and after a bright flash, she was feeling as if she were wearing a too tight one-piece.

"It's too tight!" Rin moved around to try and loosen the thing containing her soul.

"They're always too tight." Rangiku nodded.

"Where's my sword?!" Rin patted her back and shoulders, looking for the long blade.

"It disappears when you're in your gigai. Calm down, Rin!"

"What if I need it? What if a Hollow appears?"

"There's going to be a lieutenant there. and you'll receive a soul candy for emergencies." Rangiku forcefully turned her around. "You're getting worked up over nothing. Come, let's get you dressed, we don't have much time." Rin looked down and noticed she was naked. Blushing, she pulled a robe from Rangiku's closet and wrapped herself in it, before paying attention to the clothes the strawberry blonde had laid out for her.

Rangiku had thought of a whole outfit for her. Rin eyed the lacy underwear sceptically, but it was surprisingly comfortable, making sure she could dance to her heart's content. Then, she slipped on black jeans. The pair was a bit old, it was a hand-me-down, with a rip behind the left knee and another on the right thigh, but it was soft and stretchy. The high waist felt really comfortable, and Rin marvelled at the illusion of an even thinner waist. She shed the robe to turn and look at herself in the wall mirror, her eyes widening at the upside-down heart her bottom resembled. Rangiku smiled gleefully at how her choices were so well received.

Next, came a silver top. Rin smiled at the style. It covered her breasts, stomach and lower back, but left her shoulders and upper back bare, just two crossed straps to offer support. This allowed her tattoo of a realistic black widow spider to be visible on her left shoulder, one of its long legs reaching up her neck. She threw her hair to the right to make it even more visible. Trying out some movements, she was happy no nipples would be popping out any time soon. Rangiku was ecstatic to find out she had a rich bosom, though not nearly as hefty as hers, and proceeded to fondle Rin until the latter threatened to leave without any makeup.

Rangiku sat her down to do her makeup and begrudgingly acquiesced to not overdo it. Rin didn't need much anyway. She knew she was beautiful (of course she was, she was Yumichika's sister), and needed little to stand out. Her hair, the same colour as her brother's, was uncharacteristically left alone to hang in waves, similar to Rangiku's, down to her elbows. Her lilac eyes were also like her brother's, and the colour popped with the black applied all around it in a smoky style. Rin wasn't fond of lipstick, so Rangiku just smeared a little chapstick on to disguise her nervous habit of chewing the corner of her lip.

It had taken longer than she hoped, and the sun was already setting. Rangiku finally declared her ready after handing her a worn black leather jacket and a pair of platform stiletto ankle boots.

"What's taking you so damn long?" Ikkaku hammered at the door. Rangiku opened the door and ushered Rin out. Her brother's friend was wearing a gigai and human clothes as well and was apparently ready to leave.

"Have fun!" She waved and watched them go.

The air was a little chilly, but Rin didn't mind. She shrugged on her new jacket, but left it open. Finally looking to Ikkaku, she noticed he looked rather nice in a black button-up shirt tucked into dark blue jeans, held up by a simple belt. They were both barefoot as they walked to the edge of the balcony where Ikkaku's black dress shoes were. He slipped into them and turned as Rin spoke.

"You clean up nicely, Ikkaku." She smiled as her hand held on to his shoulder to balance herself as she lifted a foot to slip it into her new (used) boots. After putting on both heels, she was still a head shorter than Ikkaku, who looked appreciatively down at her.

"So do you." He paused, frowning as a thought hit him. "You're gonna be a pain to keep track of, aren't you?"

"You can bet on it." Rin smirked flirtatiously and sashayed away. Ikkaku groaned partly at his task at 'keeping an eye on her' and at the way her hips swayed to compensate for her walking in those death traps she called shoes.

The Senkaimon was open and a few students were passing through, all in gigais and human clothes fit for 'clubbing'. Rin and Ikkaku passed and arrived at a secluded street, following the other students around a corner to a line, where they waited for a while, until Rin sighed in exasperation. Ikkaku was leaning against the wall, watching her get impatient. Rin spotted a large man who was permitting and blocking the entrance into the bar they were trying to enter. Rin caught his eye and shifted her weight to her left leg, cocking her hip and smiling at him. He immediately waved her over, unclasping the royal blue rope between her and the door. Rin took long strides, smiling brilliantly at the man. She rested her hand on his chest and thanked him, slipping inside, all the while ignoring Ikkaku's yells of protest.

The air was close, humid and warm inside the club, and Rin immediately slipped off her jacket, handing it to a girl with green hair and facial piercings behind a counter. The girl gave her a plastic square with a number on it, which Rin pocketed. Finally opening her senses to listen to the music, she was surprised it wasn't electronic, but what she had learned to be a genre of music called 'grunge', or 'metal', or a mixture of both, she couldn't quite place it. She spotted Nakashima's tall frame at the bar and approached him.

"Damn!" He greeted her.

"Damn yourself, slowpoke!" Rin appraised her academy rival. He was tall and lanky, with enough muscle to make the white long-sleeved shirt stretch enticingly across his chest and shoulders.

He laughed and held up two fingers to the barman, who gave him two green glass bottles. Nakashima handed her one and kept another. They toasted, held up their bottles in greeting to the inconspicuous figures watching them and drank deeply.

"Onmitsukido watching you too, huh?" He turned and rested his elbows on the bar behind him.

"Yep. Looks like we're stuck together." Rin hoisted herself up on the barstool.

"I thought Ikkaku was supposed to escort you here. Where is he?" Rin pretended not to hear him over the loud music and pointed to her ear, shaking her head. Nakashima rolled his eyes and turned back to people watch on the dance floor. They spotted a few of their academy friends, but most were mortals. Rin turned her eyes to the stage, where a set of drums with a shaggy blonde behind it, hammering away at the instrument was pushed back to make space for three other people. A bass player, brown hair all over his face and down to his elbows swayed to the music on the right side of the stage. On the left, a beautiful redhead with tits barely contained in her shredded tank top was so far gone into her solo, her booted foot on one of the soundboxes on the edge of the stage. Her long legs were in red checkered trousers, she was the embodiment of sexy. Or so Rin thought, until she turned her eyes to the vocalist, who was nodding his head silently to the guitar solo.

He was tall, slender, and muscular, similar to Nakashima, but he obviously had more training than her colleague. His bare arms and the triangle of skin under his long neck glistened with sweat, his black shirt sticking to his toned chest and a white leather biker vest hanging on his microphone stand. His long fingers were tucked in the pockets of his dark blue jeans, ripped at the knees, and steel-toed boots were tapping to the beat. but what most called attention to him were the tattoos on his face.

"Quit undressing the man with your eyes, Ayasegawa!" Nakashima scoffed.

"You're right, I should do it with my teeth…" Rin slid from her barstool and made her way to the dance floor. The song was just ending, but a new one started soon enough. Rin didn't mind the many hands trailing her body, she herself let her hands roam until she found a nice, curvy girl, shorter than she was, who smelled like strawberries and vanilla. Rin snapped her eyes to the short beauty in front of her and started dancing to the music.

"You are in pain

Take your life, take your life with cocaine

But I am who I am

So I do what I can, when I can

But I can't really do a damn thing!"

Rin was more attracted to the vocalist, and since the tiny minx in her arms danced with her eyes closed, she let her own roam to the stage. Her silver top caught the light as she danced, so she was a reflecting beacon of flashing colours as she moved with the body flush against her side. The vocalist had spotted her.

"So fine this day

All your problems has gone away

But tomorrow, when you wake up

All your problems are back to stay

Your life, a game

Turn it up, turn it up with cocaine

And everytime that you live is a time when you feel

And the only time you heal

Tell me what it is

And it would never be like this

A problem that we have in common

Baby tell me what it is

It probably doesn't mean a piss

Yeah rip my heart apart"

Rin watched the man's lips as he sang.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

Only heaven loves you now

So love it back for once

Just once"

When she noticed him staring at her, she slowly guided her dance partner closer to the stage, roaming her hands over soft curves and allowing the girl to roll her hips against her thigh while resting her wrists on Rin's bare shoulders.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

And my conscience's killing me

So am I alive

But I'm not free

And for all of you that can relate to this too

And for all of you that can relate to this too"

Rin decided to enjoy the small body against her and lowered her head to bury her face in the crook of the minx's neck, but her perfume was way too sweet for Rin's nose. Instead, she turned her head to kiss a shoulder while she pulled the supple hips flush against her.

"White snow

I know

You're on a place where I just can't go

But I hope you do remember

Your snow doesn't warm you in December"

She was made aware of the attention she and her partner were attracting from other dancers by the vocalist snapping his eyes behind her, and decided to edge even closer to the stage.

"You are in pain

Take your life, take your life with cocaine

But I am who I am

So I do what I can, when I can

But I can't really do a damn thing"

The guitarist was really beautiful up close, and Rin couldn't help but throw her a wink.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

Only heaven loves you now

So love it back for once

Just once

Now it's too late, too late to live

And my conscience's killing me

So am I alive

But I'm not free

And for all of you that can relate to this too

And for all of you that can relate to this too"

Rin felt a warm chest touch her back and turned her head to see a man, bolder than the ones around them, sandwich her between himself and her minx, who didn't seem to mind the extra pair of hands on her. She reached back and put her hand on the man's nape, pulling him and the girl in front of her closer to her neck. At the last second, she slipped away and turned to see the two kissing. Rin turned back to the stage to see the vocalist grinning. She was finally close enough to rest her hands on the edge of the stage and prop her weight forward, just as the vocalist put his booted foot next to her hand and knelt down, Rin almost leaning into the space between his legs. He bent forward until their faces were a hand width apart, the microphone between them in his fist, but Rin kept quiet as he continued singing, tilting his head as he openly leered at her.

"Tell me what it is

And it would never be like this

A problem that we have in common

Baby tell me what it is

It probably doesn't mean a piss

Yeah rip my heart apart"

Rin was too far gone into the music and the musky smell of that man in front of her to control her actions, so she twirled surprisingly steadily on her heels to sway along to the refrain.

"You are in pain

Take your life, take your life with cocaine

But I am who I am

So I do what I can, when I can

But I can't really do a damn thing"

She threw her arm up and bobbed her head to the drums. A stranger latched his front to her back and roamed his hands over her body, but she kept her eyes on the vocalist and stepped away from the body and back to the edge of the stage.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

Only heaven loves you now

So love it back for once

Just once"

The vocalist turned his eyebrows up in a pleading manner as he sang, raising his index finger.

"Now it's too late, too late to live

And my conscience's killing me

So am I alive

But I'm not free

And for all of you that can relate to this too

And for all of you that can relate to this too"

The vocalist snatched his vest from the microphone stand, putting the equipment back in its place as the base and guitar players sang:

"Now it's too late...Now it's too late...Now it's too late..."

The tall man walked to the edge of the stage, making Rin step back and watch him drop down in front of her. She shifted her eyes to the stage, but a new band was getting ready behind the one currently playing, waiting for them to finish up. Looking back up at the face leaning over her, she smiled lasciviously and slid her hands up his chest and rested her wrists on his shoulders. She didn't mind the sweat drenching his shirt, even going so far as hooking her finger in his ripped v-neck and pulling it a few centimetres away from his neck to blow air down his chest. He closed his eyes in bliss and threw his head back, and Rin naturally took the chance to run her fingers across the choker on his neck, trailing her fingers down the tendons.

They started swaying to the music the new band was playing, and Rin was enjoying the style much more than she expected, but the man holding on to her waist was faltering. He lowered his head to whisper loudly in her ear over the music.

"Let's go get a drink."

Rin smiled apologetically at him. She figured he'd be dehydrated and overheated after performing on a stage under spotlights, so she grabbed his hand and led him to the bar. She spotted Nakashima sitting with Ikkaku on the far end of the bar and winked at them. She didn't want to deal with their judgemental looks, so she hopped on a barstool and turned her back to them, choosing to cross her legs, but rest her calf on the vocalist's hip as he leaned on the bar and talked to the barman.

Receiving another beer and watching the man cracking open a water bottle, Rin thought about what she was going to do. Well, she knew she wanted that vocalist's face between her thighs, but she had Nakashima, Ikkaku, and two Onmitsukido members to deal with. Her resolve weakened considerably as she watched the man's throat flex as he gulped down the cold water. Some of it drizzled down his throat, making Rin's hand move on its own to grab a napkin and pat him dry. She used the wet napkin to pat his forehead too, receiving a thankful smile.

"Do you need to get some air?" Rin leaned towards his shoulder and spoke loudly to be heard over the music. The man nodded, his eyebrows turned up apologetically. He led her through a side door to a smoking area, sighing in relief at the crisp night air and turning back to Rin, who was digging in her pockets. She fished out a pack of cigarettes and held them up. "You mind?" she asked politely.

"Not if you give me one." he smirked. Rin handed him one and held the lighter as he puffed. Rin pulled a cigarette out for herself, but pocketed the lighter. Instead, she grabbed the man's vest and pulled him closer, so she could light her cigarette on his. He smiled around his smoke, locking gazes with her. "What's your name?" he asked as he watched her exhale to the side.

"Rin."

"Just Rin?" he raised his eyebrows as she smirked.

"I like your voice." Rin changed the subject.

"Yeah? I always thought it was just screaming in tune." He laughed and puffed from between his fingers.

"I'm not saying it's not." Rin laughed at his expression. "But you can pull it off." Rin turned her head to take a drag from her cigarette and rest her head on the wall behind her. She saw him move from the corner of her eyes and felt his lips on her neck. Humming appreciatively, Rin rested the hand that wasn't holding a cigarette on the back of his head and tilted her neck to give him better access.

"I like your tattoo." He mumbled with his lips against the spider on her left shoulder. His lips trailed up the spider's leg towards her ear. "I like your piercings." Rin laughed and turned her head to look at him.

"But you haven't seen them all…" Rin smirked openly and ran her tongue stud over her bottom lip. After a brief moment of slack-jawed surprise, the man leaned closer and whispered against her lips:

"You are so hot." They joined in an open-mouthed kiss, their tongues tangling and their pants mixing with the cigarette smoke outside. After a few moments, they separated and just alternatively breathed in the fresh air and puffed at their cigarettes. His hands were on her waist and hers in his hair. They were barely keeping their cigarettes from burning each other.

Rin settled against the wall while he towered over her, his feet on either side of hers. They finished smoking rather quickly, Rin eager to return inside to dance a little more. She noticed the man looking at her left breast, where she was willing to bet the crisp night air had made her nipple hard enough to show her piercing through the fabric.

"If you play your cards right, you might see that one too." Rin smirked and pulled him back inside the club.

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