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theantichrists-blog · 1 year

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You giving head under the table

!!! NSFW !!!

Shoyo Hinata:

- - > He blushes so much at you

- - > ULTIMATE SUB

- - > he’s somewhat vocal, he likes to whimper with his hand over his face

- - > If he gets cocky he will push your head down further

- - > “Y-y/n- G-od you feel so good” he responds, letting some moans spill out of his lips as he tries to keep his mouth shut

- - > he stutters a lot, most people could tell what’s going on

- - > he has a habit of tilting his head back

Tobio Kagayama:

- - > He blushes so much at your action and instantly places a hand on your head, ruffling his fingers through your hair so he has control

- - > “B-Boke!” he says while trying to hold back his moans

- - > his eyes like to roll back

- - > He isn’t very vocal until you lick the bottom of his dick

- - > he loves to push your head down but if you ask him not to he won’t

- - > Dom unless you can get to tease him but if you do that’s your grave your digging

Kei Tsukishima:

- - > He has a bad habit of bucking his hips

- - > He loves it when you place your hands on his thighs while giving

- - > “Pips-squeak.. Keep going please”

- - > this will be the only time you hear him say please

- - > Surprisingly a switch

Kōshi Sugawara:

- - > Blushy little boy

- - > He’s a dom when you tease him but usually he’s a sub

- - > “My l-little dove” he says as he pushes your head down further, and with his other hand he caresses your jawline

- - > full on 10’, 10.5’ if you really get him up

Daichi Sawamura:

- - > He will bite the back of his hand to cover up his whimpers

- - > Dom until you do this to him

- - > “ D-Doll.. Please be gentle” He says as he caressed your cheek, and his other hand covering his face

- - > he lives for when you lick the underside of his cock

Yū Nishinoya:

- - > He’s vocal but he mostly grunts when you do this (you’ve done it before)

- - > He’s a switch but more than half the time a soft dom

- - > “N/nnie~” you hear Noya whine while his head faces at his paper

- - > loves it when you suck the tip

Asahi Azumane:

- - > When i tell you this boy blushes and barely makes noise, I MEAN HE BLUSHES AN-

- - > total sub, he loves it when you ride him

- - > “O-Oh go-od” you hear Asahi cough out, his hair almost falling out of his bun. Asahi placed his hand through your hair.

- - > all you need to do is just be gentle and slow with him

Tetsurō Kuroo:

- - > Kuroo is usually vocal, but this, he coughs when he almost moans

- - > you are in trouble if you do this to him, he is total dom, he’s in charge

- - > “M-mm~ Kitten~” you hear Kuroo grunt out lowly, his hand cupping his mouth to muffle himself

- - > this boy loves to receive, just wait til he gives you some, that tongue works wonders

Morisuki Yaku:

- - > He may be short but THIS MAKES UP FOR IT

- - > he’s a switch, what else did you expect from him?

- - > all you hear is a low groan come from him, “I-I’m gonna cum” come out of his lips faintly, only to where you could hear

- - > get ready to chug that

Kenma Kozume :

- - > sassy boy, he loves control

- - > dom, with enough begging he will be a sub but other than that he’s a dom

- - > “Y-you just love my attention don’t you?~” You hear kenma whisper to you as he lays his head down on his desk

- - > he a big boy

Kōtarō Bokuto:

- - > VOCAL VOCAL VOCAL I SAY

- - > this boy will just pick you up and walk out to rail you- i mean what?-

- - > “My little owl~ your taking me so well~” you hear Bokuto whisper out as he laces his fingers in between your hair

- - > he loves caressing your cheek when you give him a blow

Yūji Terushima:

- - > now i wouldn’t have taken him to be one to be a little blushy boy

- - > switch, sub sometimes because he’s to lazy but dom when he wins a match or loses

- - > “o-oh your mouth feels so good around me~” you hear Yūji say to you

- - > expect a vibrating tongue piercing from him in the near future

Shinsuke Kita:

- - > his face DROPS, did not expect this

- - > dom, imma just say it briefly

- - > “mmm~” you hear from Kita, that low groan from him as you hum around him making him shiver in pleasure

- - > look all you have to do to make him cum so fast is hum, or place your hands on his thighs

Atsumu Miya:

- - > vocal, Vocal, VOCAL

- - > now i haven’t seen someone more of a sub than him-

- - > “A-ah Y/nnieee~ be careful~” you hear the twin say as you suck on his tip

- - > fun fact he wants to have a threesome with you and his brother to see you get your holes filled- what- uhm nothing!

Rintarō Suna:

- - > his eyes roll to the back of his head while he leaves his head back- like you can see it

- - > Switch, only because he’s a lazy fuck but sometimes he has the motivation

- - > “j-just like that~” you hear Suna mumble, you hear his voice rumble to where you can feel it in your mouth

- - > He is huge, making you gag with tear streams down your face, mascara messed up- ok i need to stop

Osamu Miya:

- - > LOVES THIS

- - > total dom, he’s the opposite of his brother, he loves to fuck you

- - > “take it all in baby~” you hear the Miya whisper lightly to when’re no one else can hear it, his hands behind his head

- - > He’s hung, like 3rd leg much?

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hanwiore · 15 days

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a/n: little smut for könig! I love him uhhhh, don’t mind any typos, my pussy wrote this and she’s really tired rn okay!

“uh fuck! s-sorry!” you whine, drool slipping pass your once glossed glittery lips. a smack was swatted against your left ass cheek this time, painting an angry dark red against your brown skin. “cussin now, love? tsk.” two smacks were swatted on the back of your thighs this time.

yours thighs instantly closed, your wetness dripping down them, “g-god, m’ sorry daddy, uhn gosh, m’ so sorry.” it was a shame really, you came to königs house looking so cute, hair freshly done in a half up, half down with a bow right on top of the ponytail. white fold over leggings with a baby pink fitted jacket, you came looking comfortable and smelling so good just to get in trouble.

all because you said his enemy ‘Simon ‘ghost’ Riley ’ was an attractive male, of course it was a joke. I mean, you said it days ago! you thought it was over. but you should have known messing with a guy who have gone through things among what you can imagine would go so kindly on someone who means little harm.

“ja, you sorry baby?” he hums, face sounding tired but in truth. he’s holding back from fucking you. your face is bent over the arm rest of his big couch, booty perched up while your cherry printed panties are half way down your butt cheeks. leggings down to your ankles as your toes curled underneath your fuzzy socks. “hm? you sorry?” he grabs the hood of your jacket, grips it to pull your whole body up, “the fuck you sorry for huh? tell me.”

the same hand on your hoodie moves to the front of you to grip just an inch under your jaw, he moves you back enough to you feel his bulge against your ass. “I-i didn’t mean it papa, I s-swear.” you gargle, still shaking from the spanking you have received.

his lips moves to kiss the side of your forehead, then moves down to your neck, “yea, I know princess.” now his other hand moves and covers your pussy, you feel him moving it against your bud slowly. and you being so damn sensitive, you think you could’ve came right then and there if it wasn’t from the sudden slap he left on your cunt. “ha-haah! daddy- oh my g-gosh.” your body jerks forward and your thighs press against each other, you barely get a moment to do so before your receiving another slap, this time to your boobs that was revealed due to him tugging the zipper down.

you felt like crying, you really did. you whimpered out loud, your fingers found their way to both of his wrist—the one on your jaw and the other one on your thigh that forces it open—you squeeze them as you beg. “p-please. I-it hurts so much.” honestly, you were lucky. you may not have felt as if you were but god, it could have been worse than this. but könig just has a sweet spot for you, you haven’t ran away from him yet, you take it like the good girl you are, he hurts you and you come to him to fix it.

he loves it.

he loves you.

“it hurts princess?” he moves his arms away from you, pushing you back down so your ass is back in the air. “mines hurts too.” his jagged fingers goes and squeezes his dick through his sweats, “fuck, hurts so bad. m’ drippin’ baby.” he sees your head moving to lay flat on your cheek so you can look back at him, a pout on your cute face but he can see your eyes.

you fucking adored him.

“l-love you so much daddy, d-daddy i love y-you so much.” he smiles at that, he bends down slightly to kiss both of your perky butt cheeks, that jiggles with every quiver you’ve made. And all of a sudden you gasp as he quite literally tongue kisses your pussy. His nose so close to your puckered hole as his tongue is making out with the hole that creates the taste he’s obsessed with.

“o-oh.” it almost sound like a cry for help, you were so happy though. you felt so good. you relax against the couch, dainty fingers grabbing anywhere to calm your racing heart and shaggy breathing. “mph, h-heavens.”

his hands grips the fat of your ass to scoot you closer against him, tongue now going side by side against your clit, nose just as wet as his mouth is. then he does the most disgusting thing ever and spits right on your pussy just to slurp it back up and spit on your puckered hole. his thumb is already in there before you think, “oh! f-fuck, shit-,” you know you aren’t allowed to say such words but you just can’t help it.

and he knows, daddy always knows.

he leans back up and pulls down his sweatpants half way down his thick tensing thighs.

you feel it on the wet hole he just spit on. and you’ve seen it a thousand times but you loved to see it all over again.

it was uncut, pink with veins peaking out here and there, but it was so fucking thick. and when ever he was hard enough the extra skin will peel slowly down to show his angry red—wet— tip. You loved it.

that fascination was short lived once you were flipped over and your knees were damn near touching your shoulders, “put it in for me.” his breath was almost as ragged as yours was.

your long acrylic nails, painted pink and white with 3D flowers on it every where clinked against eachother as you stroked his dick once, twice until you slapped it on your chubby lips. making a slimy sound, almost sounds as if it hurts before your pushed it into you.

“d-daddy- o-oh daddy fuck- imma cum a-already.” you moan once he bottoms out. his hands rested right by your head on the arm rest, his legs bent slightly so he can give you short but fast strokes that bruise your g-spot tremendously.

“yea, you taking it baby? taking that d-dick.” his hair falls across his forehead slightly, lips bitten red from his own abuse. eyes clenched shut. “f-fuck mama.” his rough hand slaps your thigh once he picks up the pace more, putting his hands on the back of your knees to fold you impossibly. he was so urgent, urgent to please you. urgent to make you fucking scream.

and you were.

he swore you can make a perfect picture.

you pink bow still in your hair as your hair flows across the couch. eyebrows furrowed and cute lips open slightly to let out the most, sluttiest but cutest whines ever. “a-ah, ah, ah. y-yes daddy- m’ taking it, uh.” your hands moved to grab behind your thighs instead of his while he moves back to inspect your pussy.

he goes to take it out, only an inch away from going completely out before he drops right on in, as if he was tired of doing push ups and gave up. he watches your brown fat pussy lips open wide from his heavy dick, watches how the inside of vibrant pink was creamy with white substance that you caused.

“S-shit, fuck- you creamin on my shit liebe?”

you cry out, head falling back, “c-can’t help it- daddy imma cum- gonna make me cu-cum!” your legs start to shake as well as your walls do, it makes him go sloppy a little bit before he moves forward and now have his hands in fist, legs straight while his fit is on his toes, and he goes absolutely ham in your pussy.

Goes up, then drop again.

Ya’ll make a beautiful musical.

Slapping sounds from his thick chubby balls slamming on your wet asshole, slimy sounds from your wetness and his precum, whiney moans from your and his deep groans that he can’t help but let out.

cause he knows he digging that lil shit out. he knows it.

you’re cumming already, three more strokes in and your absolutely convulsing against his cock. “Ah-ah-ah d-daddyyyy, oh my fu-fucking gosh!” Your fingers pinch your thighs as you can feel your wetness stream from your pussy down to the bottom of your ass on the couch.

he’s not far behind you. between your face, the bouncing of your tits and your tight & wet ass pussy taking his dick like a soldier, every single time makes him moan in your face.

“gonna make cum schönes mädchen.” he legs pull forward so he back on his knees and he pulls you above him, while he’s sitting up. You let go under your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck, reaching around to rub your fingers through his hair as you moan in his ear, “give it to me daddy, gimme it. wan it so bad!”

both of his hands are on your hips, grinding you almost angrily onto his dick, he felt so fucking good.

“a-ah fuck, fuck baby, s-shit-“ he’s grabbing the back of your neck as you feel a warm squirt of cum go inside your throbbing hole, and he’s still going. “G-goddamn.” he shoves his face in your neck as he moves his hips up against you slower and more sloppy.

“no more scherzhaft, yes?” he huffs into your ear.

“yes, no more joking.” you mumble.

#konig #black reader #smut #black woman #black fem reader #black women #black woman femininity #konig cod #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig call of duty #konig x you #konig modern warfare #konig smut #konig x y/n #konig x black reader #daddy’s babygirl #older daddy #spank me daddy

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arminsumi · 7 months

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PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING FACE SITTING W ARMIN BUT DOM VERSION 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

S*T ON MY F*CE

↳ ARMIN アルミン + fem!reader

Note : idk if u meant him dom or reader dom so i made both lol 🫡 also the censoring of the title made me giggle its so dumb i just did it for visual reasons

Summary : faceriding/sitting with your boy Min... both a sub and dom version :)

Warnings 1/dom ver. : minors do not interact/read : smut/explicit content : daddy kink, face sitting/riding, mean dom Armin, dirty talk, begging, use of "good girl" and "wh*re" and "sl*t", after care

Warnings 2/sub ver. : sub Armin, mean dom reader, use of "good boy"

. . . Dom!Armin ver.

"Rub that pussy on my face. Don't fucking stop or daddy's gonna give you another spanking. Understood?"

"Yes daddy!" you whine, lowering your pussy and feeling his tongue lap at your folds immediately.

He's ruthless, latching his lips onto your clit when he knows he's fucked you to oversensitivity. Suckling while flicking his tongue against it.

He seethes in annoyance when you try lift your hips to have a breather from the pleasure.

"Who said you could take a break?" he said icily. "You're making daddy mad, baby. Being a bad girl... you know what bad girls get?"

"P-punishment...?"

"Aw, so you do have a thought behind those pretty eyes. I thought for a second I fucked your brains out and turned you into a dumb slut." he condescends in a saccharine voice. "Now you be good and stay right fucking there while I eat this pussy, yeah? Can you do that for me, precious?"

You nod and let out a raw moan.

He locks you in place, veiny forearms and hands hooking around your thigh's underside to secure that position. During times like these, he likes to show off that underneath his cute puppy face he's a strong man. His abs flex excitedly when he feels your cream dribbling down his chin.

"Mmm! Daddy daddy daddy I'm gonna cummm~"

"Hmmm?" he hums, lips flush against your pussy hole while he wriggles his tongue inside. He pulls back and looks up at you. "You wanna cum on my face? Beg for it."

"Oh but please—"

"—beg. For. It."

He edges you with his tongue, teasing your slit, nibbling at your labia, suckling everywhere except your clit just to frustrate you. Then he builds you up to orgasm and repeats the process, never letting you get your relief.

"Daddy daddy daddy please! I'm your good girl! I'll do anything— I'll do fucking anything for daddy! I'm d-daddy's little whore! Please let me cum, please! G-gimme my orgasm, please!"

He cracks a smile. Such an Armin smile. So sweet and genuine. He's so pleased with you.

"Then cum." he's curt before suckling your clit once more, denting his fingers into your thigh hard enough to make you feel like your skin is bruising.

"Cum cum cum, ohhh cum baby — that's it. Cum for daddy. Watch daddy rub that little clit. Goooood girl." he's frantically thumbing your clit, making your tremble and shake and roll your eyes back.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!"

"Good fuckin' girl. Aw look at that pussy cum... so perfect." he watches you become breathless, relishing in how you grind your pussy onto his mouth.

He licks your slit slowly, savoring the juices dribbling out your convulsing hole, while you pant and come down from your orgasm.

"D-daaaddyyyy..." you shakily croak.

"I know baby, that was a lot, hm?" he kisses your clit, "But you did so good for me. Let's go get a bath running, yeah? Aw, my girl you look so dazed it's cute."

You cling to him happily, smiling to yourself while he takes you to the bathroom.

"Hey..." he plucks a kiss, "Can you taste yourself on my lips?" he winks.

"How embarrassing!"

He giggles cutely. "Sorry. But you taste good. Really good. Could eat you for breakfast lunch and dinner."

"Stop." you laugh.

"Seriously, that was a full-course meal. I'm so full." he keeps going, slowly receding into that dorky loverboy side of himself who lovingly helps you wash up.

. . . Sub!Armin ver.

"Fuck my face, please. Fuck my face with your pussy. Wanna feel you c–cum on my tongue."

He's a whimpering, pathetic mess with skewed glasses and a blissed-out expression. Nothing puts him in this crazed horny state quite like being sat on by you.

Min thinks he's in heaven between your thighs. He inhales your scent and it makes his dick stand up straight in his tight, belted pants. He didn't bother to take off his tie or shirt; he laid there looking like a good academic boy.

"Thank you... thank you." he mumbles into your wet folds, slurping up and down your slit and kissing your pussy like you're a goddess he's worshipping.

"Ooh, you're such a fucking loser, Armin~ it's cute."

You roll your hips against his face, clutching his bangs tight. He can feel you tug his hair, it makes his cockbead leaky.

"I'm a l-loser for you." he whimpers. "Ride my face harder, please! I'll beg you!"

"Then beg me."

You press your pussy harder against him and he drowns in it. His veiny pale hands cling to your thighs like they're his lifeline.

"Mmmf~ ride my face please ride my fucking face. It tastes so good d-don't get off. J-j–just use me, use my mouth."

"So cute..."

He cums in his pants when you ride his face harder. A gooey load spurts into the fabric, you can smell it and taunt him. Your degrading words just turn him on more.

"Cum on my face! Pleaaase!" he's trying so hard to make you cum; rolling the tip of his tongue into your hole and fucking into it, lapping at your slit and gulping and gasping against your labia. Kissing your clit. Suckling it. Giving sweeping motions to it.

And his jaw and mouth are so tired but it's worth it when he feels your hips shudder on his face, and your pusssy dribbles cream out.

"Miiin~!"

"Did I do good? Am I a good boy?" he pants, looking up at you with baby blue eyes from below.

"Yeah... my good boy. You did so well..." you smile down at him and his heart flutters.

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arc-misadventures · 4 months

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NNN : D

Hana: Hahahaaaaa~! I manage to make my blond himbo lose his stupid NNN challenge!

Angela: Blond himbo? Hana dear, you better not be speaking of my husband. Because if so, I will kill you, reserect you, and then kill you again, over, and over again until I am satisfied… understood?

Hana: Ha! Good joke, Angela.

Angela: …

Hana: G-Good joke…?

Angela: …

Hana: Okay, hold on, you’re married?!

Angela: Yes, yes I am.

Hana: …

Hana: For how long?!

Angela: Lets see… I got married when I was nineteen… So my husband, and I have been married for twenty years now~!

Hana: Twenty years?!

Angela: Yes. Our wedding anniversary was a few months ago, just after our daughter’s nineteenth birthday.

Hana: You have kids?!

Angela: Yes, eight wonderful children~!

Hana: E-Eight kids?!

Angela: Mostly Twins, and triplets. Seven girls, and one son if you’re curious.

Hana: Eight kids…?

Hana: …

Hana: Honestly, you don’t look like you’ve even had one kid…

Angela: I shall take that as a compliment.

Hana: W-Well, I’m not going after your husband. I didn’t even know you were married! A-And, he’s a year younger than me, not some guy in his forties!

Angela: Very well. So tell me… how did you make your ‘blond bimbo’ loose this, NNN challenge thingy?

Hana: Uhhh… M-Mostly by accident…

Angela: By accident; what kind of accident?

Hana: …

Hana: I got stuck in, Tokki…

Angela: What do you mean by ‘stuck?’

~~~

Hana: Oh no…

Hana: I’m stuck…

Hana: Grrrr! Come on! I just gotta wiggle myself out of hereeeeeeee…!

Hana: …

Hana: Shit…

Hana: Tokki! Open up! Let me gooooo!

Hana: …

Hana: HELLLLLP! Someone one, anyone! HELP!

: Hana? Hana, did you call for…? The hell?

Hana: Oh thank gods you’re here! Can you get me out?

: How did this happen?

Hana: I didn’t get out fast enough, and it closed on me. Can you help me?

: Isn’t there an emergency release button you can press?

Hana: Yes, but my arms are pinned, and I can’t reach it! There’s another one on the outside, can you hit the button for me?

: That depends…

Hana: On what?

: Can I… Can I tap that ass first…?

Hana: …

: …

Hana: Yes.

: Awesome!

(RIPPPP!)

: Let’s begin~!

~~~

Angela: I see… Well, it looks like everything work out in the end.

Hana: Oh it worked out; It really worked out~!

Angela: Well, I’m glad for you. But, I didn’t know you were dating anyone, who is he?

Hana: He’s a, Huntsmen-in-training. His name is, Jaune Arc.

Angela: Jaune… Arc…?

Hana: Yeah, Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue, ladies love it~!

Angela: Tell me… Does he have blue eyes, is about six foot five with white armour, and uses a longsword…?

Hana: Yeah, he does… How did you know?

Angela: He’s… He’s my son…

Hana: …

Hana: Oh fuck…

///

I don’t know why, I just find this pairing interesting.

#rwby #jaune arc #hana song #angela ziegler #Overwatch dva #overwatch mercy

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meikudan · 7 months

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Do you write for choso? Or femdom readers If you do I'd like to make a request

Thinking about slowly molding Virgin! Choso into the pretty living d!ld0 you want and teaching him everything he needs to know

Add whatever kinks you want but I just need some sort of choso fic to feed the brainrot

thank you for your request my dear <3

virgin!choso x fem!reader, choso is honestly subby, riding, virginity loss, overstim, mdni

I didn’t necessarily input teaching but this subby Choso omg!

"Cmon Choso please, let me show you what it's like, I promise you you're gonna love it so much.."

He finds himself in the heat of the moment, your breath fanning against his skin, rubbing up and down his chest. You laid sweet kisses on his neck, you knew how sensitive he was there.

Tiny whimpers left his mouth, his chest was heaving, and you couldn't ignore that bulge in his pants.

"F-fine.."

Oh there was such an adorable pout on his lips. He looked so cute in his two messy buns, loose sweatpants. Your hands traveled down his body, pulling the strings of his sweatpants to leave his thick cock loose.

"Look at this pretty boy down here.." you whispered to yourself, Choso's face turning bright red from your words. You look up at him, giving his tip little kitty links, making his breath shaky and thighs trembling. He's never felt this before, and you're so excited at the things you'll be able to do to him.

You began bobbing your head up and down on his dick, deepthroating it every now and then. Choso was extremely whiny. Every time you'd look up at him, his eyes were rolling back or his hand was suppressing his moans.

"G-gonna cum.." he whispered quietly, you ignored him and kept sucking away. "F-fuck y/n, s-shit" he said, he grabbed a handful of your hair, holding you down as he came down your throat. Your eyes widened at the grasp he had on your hair, you were so fucking wet.

When you lifted your head, you showed your tongue to him. Nothing there. You had swallowed it all, a cocky smile spread across your face.

You laid Choso down on the bed, his dick immediately standing up once you got on top of him and spread your pussy wide for him.

You leaned down and your tongue became tangled with his. His hand came down to toy with your clit, quiet whines leaving you. You grabbed a condom from the night stand and wrapped it on his cock. You broke the kiss as you got yourself comfortable, pussy inches away from his dick. "Gonna use this pretty thing for my personal use, if you don't mind," you said giggling, angling yourself. As you slid down, a loud grown left Choso's lips. You were so tight, cunt hugging him so nicely.

You couldn't hold your moans when he was completely inside. You began riding him, not wasting any time, not even going easy knowing it was Choso's first time doing any of this. Not to mention he was still sensitive from coming down your throat.

"S-slow down.. please.." he cried, it was so cute, but you were absolutely drowning in pleasure. Your thoughts were being clouded at how his shaft prodded at all your sweet spots. It felt amazing.

Not even a moment later you were bouncing on him like a pro, tits giving him such a pretty sight. You were putting on such a show for him, but your mind was extremely foggy. You didn’t even notice how much he was begging for you to stop, his third orgasm rising inside of him.

You were definitely working your boy up, but it felt too good for you to stop. The tip of his cock hitting all the nice spots inside of you. Drool was running down your chin as your orgasm was building up as well, you slowed down to give him time to process. But then you remember that you’re on top, so you’re in control.

You saw him sigh in relief for almost a split second until you started working yourself out, bouncing even harder than before. Choso was confused but he had no time to complain, his orgasm and yours just a few seconds away.

“Be a good b-boy can come with me baby..,” you said to him, stroking his hair and easing those nerves of his. He wanted to be a good boy, he’s been doing such an awesome job all this time.

Your words encouraged him to handle it, tears flowing from his face and him gripping onto the sheets harder than ever. It took one more clap of your ass down on his waist, your pussy tightening around his as you both came hard. Your legs were shaking, mouth hanging open as sweet moans left your mouth, and on the other hand, Choso was ruined.

You pulled it out and crawled back up to him, stroking his hair and praising him reassuring him that everything’s okay. “Shh you did good.. so proud of you Choso” and “it’s okay, relax my pretty boy..”

Choso wasn’t a virgin anymore, and for his first time, he absolutely loved it.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #choso smut #choso x you #choso x reader #choso x y/n #choso x female reader

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crappymixtape · 5 months

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gold & glitter

REQUEST → @superblysubpar, A VERY MERRY MIXTAPE ❝ i’m thinking a little rich!steve harrington, a little spicy somethin, somethin and a holiday play – spicy is right, steve takes you to see the nutcracker, but you don’t even make it to the first act • 18+ | ( 3.1k – smut with a dash of fluff, rich!steve x reader )

G O L D & G L I T T E R 🎶 the nutcracker suite, tchaikovsky

“Good evening, Mister Harrington. Miss. May I take your jackets?”

“Thank you, Charles. Did you order the MacCallan Anniversary malt?”

“Of course, sir. It is available neat here from your decanter or we can dress up however you like. Miss, your jacket?”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you opened them again expecting the finery before you to disappear into thin air like a dream, but it didn’t.

“Oh ye-yeah. I mean-yes. Yes, thank you,” you stumbled over your words as the waitstaff took your coat and disappeared behind the curtain. God, you were working overtime to maintain the same level of calm and collected sophistication that seemed to come so easily to your date.

Steve Harrington. Son of John Harrington and heir to the Harrington fortune. One with a foundation built by generations of brokers and wealth managers. Carried on throughout the years to be passed down to the eldest or, in Steve’s case, the only son.

You’d been together for over a year now, but you still weren’t used to it. This lifestyle.

Going anywhere with him meant multiple planned routes in and out of your destinations. Private cars with dark tinted, bullet-proof windows. Black American Express cards, Gucci loafers, and champagne flown direct from the Garonne Valley in Bordeaux, France.

And of course, at Christmastime, a viewing of George Balanchine's The Nutcracker from a private balcony, performed by only the finest troupe at the New York City Ballet.

You’d been to the theatre, the opera, but never like this. A suite all to yourselves, up and away from prying eyes, and upon each seat rested a pair of exquisitely golden opera binoculars for your viewing pleasure. It felt otherworldly. Lush and dark, gilded and polished. Long, red, crushed velvet curtains draped heavy to the floor and on a small table thick, crystalline tumblers sat next to a matching decanter full of only the finest single malt whiskey.

Lifting a hand, you ghosted an immaculately manicured finger around the rim of one of the glasses.

“Is it up to your standards, honey?”

The low, warmth of Steve’s voice broke your trance and pulled your gaze quick to look up at him.

“What?” you wondered aloud, still surprised at how he could ask such questions, “My standards? God. It’s beautiful.”

“Good. M’glad you like it.”

A smile tugged up at the corner of his mouth as he watched you walk to lean out over the balcony and look down at the sea of seats below. You were wearing the emerald green dress he’d bought you especially for the occasion. Made of the finest silk and fitted tight against every curve and dip of your body. Your hair swept long over one shoulder, soft skin exposed through the keyhole cut into the back. You were exquisite.

And you were all his.

Tucking a hand into the pocket of his slacks he reluctantly looked away from you and took up the decanter to pour a measure of whiskey for himself. MacCallan, single malt, from 1928 and around three-hundred thousand dollars a bottle. Lifting the tumbler he inhaled deeply and let his eyes drift shut. Worth every single penny.

“Charles,” his voice notched up in volume and the man from earlier appeared through the thick, velvet curtains.

“Sir?”

“A bottle of Dom and a chilled glass,” Steve took a drink from his whiskey and let it sit on a his tongue for a moment before swallowing it down. “Oh, and my cigar case.”

“Sir, you know smoking isn’t permitted–”

Steve hummed, a low thrum in his throat, and stepped forward toward the other man.

“How much do I pay for these seats, Charles? How much does my family pay for these seats? Since the theatre opened in 1964…I’ll let you do the math,” he took another sip of whiskey and lifted a hand to smooth down the other man’s cravat, “My cigar case.”

“Yes. Of course, Mister Harrington,” the man replied quietly, eyes glued to the cheap, shiny black plastic of his dress shoes.

Steve put on a smile, the one he gave to clients when he knew he’d closed an account, and gripped the man’s shoulder, “Good man.”

And without another word Charles was off again through the curtain.

There was no denying it, Steve’s presence always held weight. Held power. No one could tell him no. Stood in boardrooms dressed to the nines. Gold heirloom cufflinks, custom tailored jackets and Tucci de Lusso oxfords included, but this version of him was different. Somehow more and you didn’t know how it was possible.

Brunette locks perfectly coiffed. Custom black Armani suit fitted tight across his chest and shoulders. Gold signet ring with his initials engraved upon it shining up from his index finger, and damn if his ass didn’t look incredible in those slacks.

You clicked your tongue at him and fixed him with a look, closing the gap between the two of you.

“Babe, he’s just trying to enforce the house rules,” smoothing a hand up his chest, you pretended to adjust his tie as an excuse to touch him.

“Honey, you and I both know who makes the rules around here,” he drawled, his tone making you weak in the knees, and he set his glass down in favor of taking hold of your waist. His hand wide and warm on the small of your back as he ran it down the curve of your ass and squeezed, pulling a gasp from your lips.

“Steve,” you chided, no heat behind it, and he dipped down to press a kiss to your neck.

“This really is your color,” he whispered in your ear and your eyes fluttered at the sound. Pressed your thighs together as he traced a finger across your exposed collarbone. Warmth blooming in your core as he followed the hem that chased along the edge of your shoulder.

“You’ve got good taste,” you whispered back, swallowing the moan that had crept up your throat and he grinned.

“I do, don’t I.”

“Sir, your cigar cas–oh!”

Charles came back through the curtain to find the two of you pressed into each other, Steve’s nose buried in the crook of your neck. Your cheeks burned at being caught.

“My sincerest apologies, sir! I should’ve–”

“S’alright,” Steve chuckled, pulling away from you to casually take the case from the other man without missing a beat. He reached into his money clip and slipped a hundred dollar bill into Charles’ hand, “Now. That will be all. If I need anything, I’ll ring you.” The finality of his words hung in the air.

“Yes, sir. Of course, sir. Excuse me,” and with that Charles disappeared again for what you were certain, after all that, would be the last time.

“Shit,” you breathed, cheeks still bright red as you bit back a laugh.

Steve was laughing too, but no where near embarrassed, and he grabbed your hand to pull you close to his chest again as the theatre lights flickered and slowly dimmed.

“Mmm, damn. Showtime,” he murmured softly into your hair.

You felt your stomach drop at the thought of having to sit so still, and so far from Steve for three hours, but then another thought came to you. One that made your cheeks flush again and you pressed your face into his lapel, breathing in the citrusy, cedar scent of his cologne.

Pulling away just enough to meet his gaze the expression you maintained was innocent, but the look in your eye wasn’t. It was dark and needy. Warm and flickering at the feeling of his hands on your waist.

“We could freshen up first,” you suggested quietly and as Steve put your words together his pupils blew wide. Pools of black edged in gold and he squeezed at the plush of your hip.

“Uh-huh,” came out strangled and it was all he could manage. Unable to focus on anything other than rucking that silk dress up around your thighs, and without hesitation he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the thick, velvet curtains.

The corridor was empty, Charles hiding wherever he’d rushed off to, and everyone else was in their seats to catch the opening act as Steve led you the short distance down the hall.

Luckily for you, the neighboring balcony’s ticket holders had filed for bankruptcy earlier in the year and now the restrooms on this wing were exclusively Steve’s. Doors crafted from thick oak and etched with breathtaking carvings of Swan Lake and Slyphide, they were heavy enough to drown out anything happening on the other side.

Thank god.

Ignoring the men’s and women’s signs, Steve chose the closest door and shouldered into it, bicep straining against the tight fabric of his shirt as he held muscled it open. It was a hurried mess, both of you tripping into the room on the train of your dress in a fit of giggles as Steve huffed a laugh and cursed under his breath.

“Baby.”

Heels clicking on the white granite tile floor, you regained your footing and finally took in all the exquisite details of the ornate room. Wide marble slabs. Bottles of lotion and perfume that cost more than your mortage. Gold fixtures shining in the low light falling from crystal chandeliers that refracted bright shards of color against the walls.

You would have appreciated the incredible beauty of it all, but Steve. You couldn’t have cared less and neither could he.

He spun you around to face him and hooked his arms behind the backs of your legs. Scooped you up off the ground and pulled a squeal from you as you held on tight around his neck to steady yourself.

Squeezing his hold on you, he freed an arm and swept it across the counter. Knocked the soap dish clattering into the sink basin and paid absolutely no attention to the lush basket of designer hand towels that fell to the floor as he lifted you with ease onto the marble surface.

“Steve,” you protested weakly and when he notched himself between your legs you felt yourself melt under him.

His hands were everywhere. Your waist, the small of your back, fingers pressing into your cheek and pushing your hair over your shoulder to drag messy, open-mouthed kisses against the skin there. It pulled a moan from your lips and at the sound he groaned into you.

“Christ, babe. I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since you climbed into the limo. Pretty as a fuckin’ picture in this thing. So damn hot. All for me, huh?”

“S’always for you,” you half-laughed, but it caught in your throat as he slipped a hand between your thighs, “God, Steve.”

“This for me too, honey?”

He gathered a handful of emerald green silk in one hand and pooled it at your waist as the cool air of the room sent a shiver up your spine. Then he caught sight of the black lace panties hugging tight against you and sucked in a breath. Bit down on his bottom lip and looked like he might cry.

“You’re gonna kill me with these. Are you kiddin’ me? Baby. Look at this,” he babbled, just standing there not touching you and you grabbed hold of his wrist and tugged him back into you.

“Talk too much,” you murmured against his ear, running a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck and dragging your nails against his skin, “It’s all yours…Mister Harrington.”

And fuck if the dress and panties weren’t enough, the sound of your voice wrapped around his name did him in.

“Damn right it is.”

He growled as you tugged on his hair, slipped his hand back between your legs and tugged the thin fabric of your panties aside. The way he had been kissing and talking at you out on the balcony had been plenty to send you pressing your thighs together, but the way he was handling you in here had you soaked.

His fingers slipped in your slick as he felt just how wet you were and he smirked against your skin as he dragged his lips up to your jawline. Tutting softly he slowly circled your clit, his other hand moving to wrap gently around the column of your throat.

“Bet you want me to talk now, huh honey? You want that? Talk dirty to you?” his voice was barely above a whisper as his fingers slid down to press against your entrance.

You swallowed against the hand he had on your throat, your lips dropping open into a perfect little ‘o’ as you squirmed against the counter, impatient for him.

“Uh-huh,” you breathed and he smirked at how he had you wrapped around his finger, literally as he slid one into you.

“That’s my girl. I know what you like, don’t I? Give you everything you need. Take care of you, hm?” he babbled, kissing and sucking at the hollow behind your ear as he began to slide his finger in and out, in and out. A slow drag at first before adding a second finger and pulling a moan from your lips.

“Good care of me,” fell out mindlessly as he gently tightened the hand on your throat making your heartbeat thud in your ears.

“This isn’t enough though, is it? Not enough. Want me to fill you up, don’t you honey?” he whispered and you nodded, your throat too tight to speak, and god you wanted him to make you see stars.

He pulled his hand from between your legs to undo the button on his pants and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes at the loss of his touch.

“Shh, I got you, baby,” he coaxed, pulling down his zipper and reaching in to free his rock hard cock.

It sprang out of his pants without any encouragement and he wrapped a hand around it. Rubbed it against your slit as it practically cried in anticipation and as he slowly pushed himself into you it made you sucked in a rasp of a breath.

“Steve,” you begged and he moved his hand to grip your thigh.

“I know, baby.”

An inch more and he was into you up to the hilt. Filling you so much that you could feel the tip pressing against the spot only he could reach. Easing out he groaned as you clenched down on him before pushing back in and he set the pace there. A slow drag. In, out. In, out.

The wet sounds coming from you as he fucked you slowly were obscene. Made louder by the empty room, but you didn’t care. You wanted more.

“Harder,” you pleaded. He wanted it too and as he looked down at the sight of his cock sliding into your cunt he nearly lost it.

Letting go of your throat he grabbed onto your other thigh for purchase and pulled you to the very edge of the counter. Picked up the pace and started fucking you faster, the slap, slap, slap of his thighs against yours filling the air.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Feel so good. You like that? Huh? Want more?”

“More–shit. Yes, god. More, Steve.”

Your knuckles were white with how hard you were gripping the counter, moans falling freely from your lips now as Steve pushed you both closer and closer to climax. You could feel the coil tightening in your stomach as he squeezed into the plush of your thighs and your hand flew up to grab at the back of his neck.

“Gonna–ugh–come, baby. Come with me, baby,” he said through gritted teeth, jaw ticking when he clenched down, and as he rocked his hips back into you, you both came.

Your orgasm wrapped around you tight. White hot. Electric. Every inch of you buzzing and sparking like fireworks on the fourth of July and you cried out as his thrusts fell out of sync, jerky and messy as he came down.

A soft thud echoed against the tile as your head fell back against the mirror behind you, beads of sweat holding your hair messy across your forehead. Steve leaned into you, rested his head on your chest, and slowly your breaths evened out.

Your lips twitched with a smile, your hand lifting to cover your mouth as you held back a laugh, and Steve seemed to have the same thought as he chuckled against your dress.

“Someone heard us. For sure,” you finally said, voice crackly from breathing so hard.

“And? Who gives a shit. Maybe we just gave them a good idea,” Steve grinned, looking up at you from where he rested his chin on your belly.

You swatted at him, gasping as he pulled out of you to avoid getting hit.

Bending down, Steve grabbed a couple of the hand towels from where they’d landed on the tile and ran warm water on them. Quickly cleaned himself up and then took his time with you. Paid close attention to where he’d held onto your throat. Where his fingertips pressed into your thighs. Dabbed softly across your forehead and spent extra time on the mess between your legs.

You touched up your makeup and perfume, adjusted Steve's tie and hair, and when you both finally emerged from the bathroom the piece the orchestra was playing reached a crescendo and the theatre filled with applause.

It couldn’t be the end of the first act?

Steve walked you easy back to the balcony and held the heavy velvet curtain open for you. Your gilded opera binoculars were still sitting perfectly upon your seat where you’d left them and the bottle of chilled Dom Perignon was on ice along with a champagne flute – you hated whiskey.

You both sank into your seats as the orchestra began to play again and you recognized the piece and shot Steve a look.

“The party scene just started,” you whispered, “We’re not even out of the first part of act one.”

“Christ,” he groaned, grinning into his hands as he rubbed them across his face. Then, glancing over at you he grabbed his cigar box, “We can always make up for it next year. Right?”

Your eyes grew wide.

“Skip the Nutcracker?” you asked incredulously and he quirked a brow at you.

“Yeah. Skip it and we’ll go catch part two of the bathroom scene at mine,” he said giving you a wicked grin and you feigned shock, your own grin threatening to shatter your facade.

“Mister Harrington, what would your mother say?”

And the look he gave you then was the absolute definition of smug.

“My Stevie boy always gets what he wants.”

And damn if she wasn’t right about that.

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moraxsthrone · 11 months

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OK I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY AND PROUD OF YOURSELF BC YOU SINGLE-HANDEDLY GAVE ME ITTO BRAINROT HOW?? WHY?? W H A T???? DFCVHBNJNKMLAG

Indulge me with this little thirst

Imagine you're wearing the cutest lacy frilly lingerie set (bonus if it matches his colors black/purple/red) that just accentuates all the right curves and spots, crisscross stripes over your skin aND WHEN HE SEES YOU HE JUST GOES 👀!!!!!!! jaw hits the floor blushing drooling and repeating "babe" your name and freaking out, brain stops working just pulls you up on his big strong arms and sits you on his lap (and BOI his not-so-little friend downstairs is already excited huh)

and you just go :3c all coy and cute and delicate leaning in pressing your chest against his, scooting closer "Itto baby you gotta be careful unwrapping your present, it would be a shame to tear up something so pretty... right?" finger drawing circles on his skin making him SHIVER

AND IMAGINE HIM JUST S T R U G G L I N G TO KEEP IT TOGETHER and be delicate untying the lacy strings like NAH MAN he's got BIG HANDS NOT MADE FOR THIS TASK LMAO

plus you're making it REAL hard kissing and chuckling at his neck and rolling your hips against his crotch slow and sensual

by the time those panties come off they're soaked through with a mix of his pre and your slick asxdcvghjbnjkl

*HSAKING BITING MY PILLOW HORNY GRIP*

MA'AM I WROTE AN ENTIRE FIC WHAT HAVE YOU D O N E i think.... i think you gave me a size kink........ BUT GODS YOUR WRITING IS SO!!!!! *rabid horny crys noises*

i’ll have you know i am quite pleased with myself for making you (and anyone else who will listen) foam at the mouth for arataki mf itto.

‧₊˚ pairing — arataki itto x f!reader

‧₊˚ wc — 1.3k

‧₊˚ cw — nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. praise. oral (m. & f. rcv'ing). implied squirting.

‧₊˚ a/n — okay, so crys sent me this WEEKS AGO and every time i sat down and tried to answer, the words just wouldn't come out right? BUT THEN i realized itto's bday was only a few weeks away (at the time) and since she describes you as being his "present" IT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS...THIS WOULD MAKE THE PERFECT BIRTHDAY IDEA FOR OUR ONE AND ONI KING ARATAKI ITTO!!

poor itto’s just sitting there, looking down between his claws and the cute frilly bra you have on, his big oni head full, debating with himself over whether he should try to be delicate and slowly work the lacy underthings off of you, or throw caution to the wind and get the things off of you as quickly as he can by Any Means Necessary™️. as ravishing as you look in that dainty lingerie, he decides it's worth sacrificing in the name of getting his mouth on your tits as quickly as possible. his hands are trembling a little and his cock is throbbing underneath your thigh when his pretty crimson eyes meet yours, full of unspoken apologies.

but then he gets another idea. a better idea.

what if he can do everything he wants with you without taking the lingerie off at all????

itto grabs two handfuls of your ass, squeezing your plush flesh between his big fingers as he guides your hips, rocking them back and forth to feel the heat of your cunt dragging along his clothed length. he’s so hard and big you can feel the ridge of his cockhead through the thin material of your panties, which are getting wetter with your slick by the second.

you huff a breathy laugh against his neck, shuddering a little when your clit catches on the front seam of his pants. you’re moving on your own when he captures your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding your face away from his neck so he can press his lips to yours. his kiss is needy and passionate, a quiet groan escaping his throat when you push your tongue into his mouth. oh, he likes that very much, especially when you lick at his fangs with a playful moan.

he cups one of your tits in his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, making you whine a little in his mouth. he can feel your hard nipple through the lacy material and pushes the cup of the bra down to let your tit spill out into his hand. he temporarily abandons your fervent kiss to trace the tip of his tongue around your pebbled bud before closing his lips around it to suckle, his tongue still swirling. You push your fingers into his hair, holding onto his horns as your head falls back in pleasure.

he picks you up and puts you on your back before getting on his knees and pushing your open legs back, spreading them wide so he can see the dark wet spot that has formed in the fabric that's covering your juicy cunt. he can smell you and it’s making his cock drool inside his pants. he kisses your folds through the flimsy cloth, the tip of his nose nudging your hard clit as he goes. soft presses of his lips turn into open-mouthed kisses just before he teases your sweet little pearl. he flattens his tongue against your cunt, making you moan at the feeling of his hot, wet muscle as it makes pinpoints of contact with your skin through the lacy panties.

“mmm baby, your pussy tastes so good…fuck,” itto mutters, his voice heavy with lust.

hooking his finger inside the crotch of your panties, itto moves the lace over to one side, exposing your pink, glistening slit. the sight of your beautiful pussy has him licking his lips...then slowly licking yours. you flinch beneath him, heels digging into his hard shoulders when he flicks and rolls your tiny hard-on around with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his lips around it and sucking it in. your oni may not be the smartest guy, but he knows how to eat pussy like no other. he pulls off long enough to stick his middle finger in his mouth and get it wet before carefully pushing it in your hole, watching your face with a mischievous grin as your back arches for him when you feel the slight stretch of his thick digit. he slowly fucks you with his finger before adding another.

and you certainly don't have to take anything off to be able to swallow his thick cock. he thinks it’s so sweet when you choke on it bc it shows how much you wanna please him and make him feel good. so he brushes his thumb over your hollowed cheek and there’s so much adoration in his fiery eyes when he groans and tells you how good you are to him. you treat him like a king and he dotes on you bc you’re his queen.

and when he's ready to fuck you, he just rolls you onto your belly and pushes those purple little panties to the side. the thong is hooked around his thumb as he holds onto your hips and pushes his leaking cockhead inside you. little by little, inch by inch, he fills you with his thick oni cock and starts hitting it from the back. your whimpers and gasps of his name spur him on, driving his big dick in and out of your juicy cunt. he watches the way your tight little hole stretches open around his wide shaft, his fang leaving an indentation where he bites his lower lip to keep from cumming too fast. “nhnnn…fuck yeah, baby! takin’ my cock so well…” he praises you as the front of his muscular thighs clap against the back of yours.

a few more thrusts and he pulls out, making you whine. but before you can protest, he’s got you on your back and his huge hands around your ankles, pulling them against the hard plane of his chest. itto’s bedroom eyes are burning into yours when the tip of his tongue swipes across his lower lip as he guides his fat tip back to your hole. he pushes inside you again, his open-mouthed groan harmonizing with your pretty sigh as your wet heat stretches around him, tight and welcoming like he’s right where he’s supposed to be. leaning forward, he puts you in a press and starts fucking you again, but this time it’s slow and deep. irises of molten rock peer into your watering eyes as he tells you how beautiful you are, how good you are to him, how much he appreciates you and the way you’ve given him the best birthday present of all:

you. you, and your love.

your legs are hanging helplessly over his beefy, marked arms. the red straps of your bra have long fallen off your shoulders, your tits spilling out of the flimsy cups and bouncing with every hard thrust of itto’s strong hips. his long, white hair has fallen over his shoulders to tickle your skin, and your eyes soften.

“mmm, happy birthday, my king…” you sigh.

he leans in closer, pressing your knees to your chest, his hips still snapping into yours as he cups your jaw in his big hand. “i love you, my queen…love you so fuckin’ much,” he breathes, then kisses you hard. your tongues swirl and his hips begin to stutter. “fuck, m'so close. cum...cum with me, baby…”

with the way his thick, bulbous cockhead has been tugging at your sweet spot for the past few minutes, you don't need to be told twice. you place your hands on either side of his face and nod, panting. he buries himself deep and grinds into you, his coarse thatch of white pubic hair rubbing your clit as his heavy balls draw up tighter and tighter against your taint.

“oh gods…” he sighs, “...fuck…”

“cum for me, itto,” you gasp, beckoning him as your own orgasm takes hold and he feels you gush all around him, soaking his lower abs and crying his name.

he plants his lips against one of your palms and squeezes his eyes shut, grunting, “cumming…i- nngghhaa fuck!” his hips twitch and jerk into you as the first jet of his hot semen erupts inside you. his oni ancestry ensures that he cums in massive loads, filling you to the brim and spilling out of you before he’s even done emptying himself inside your womb.

‧₊˚ itto m.list || happy bday you big sexy oni *kisses his horns, one at a time*

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joonberriess · 2 years

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90 s a m e r i c a n s u p e r s t a r

p a i r i n g : jungkook x reader

g e n r e : highschool lovers au.

t a g s : sweethearts!jk & reader, fluffy, unprotected sex, car sex, vague American culture influences (basically me being inspired by the 90s), heartthrob!jungkook, oral sex (m receiving), smoking weed, trying to stay quiet during sex, fingering, reader and jk are both 18, handjobs, sappy ending

w o r d c o u n t : 4.7 k

s u m m a r y : a small fairytale that revolves around you and your boyfriend of many years, a journey of your ups and downs as you both enter the future together <3.

"Ugh! You're both so fucking gross!" Your friend Sooyoung whines from her seat up in the front of the car, "You act like you literally haven't seen each other in five years or something." She grimaces and shakes her head.

You suppress a laugh, leaning into Jungkook's side as he wraps his arms securely around your form. He peppers kisses down your head to your cheeks, "Just cause Hyo is dry as fuck doesn't mean we're gonna be." You stick your tongue out, making Jungkook quietly laugh into your shoulder.

Sooyoung playfully glares, "We are not–! Babe! Tell her we aren't dry." She whines.

"Wetter than the Mojave desert,." He replies with a smirk, "one thing's for sure, Joy's never dry." He winks.

The car erupts into laughter, even Sooyoung laughs because she doesn't find dirty jokes offensive and can actually take a joke. You're a little mortified but brush it off by leaning into Jungkook's side, "Thirsty?" You softly ask.

Jungkook shakes his head and pecks your lips gently, "Kinda hungry though, wouldn't mind having a snack." He teases and reaches down to gently squeeze your inner thigh.

"That's not–oh my god Kook," you laugh in disbelief as his nose scrunches up and he laughs alongside you, "you're so dumb!"

"I'm just fucking with you," he smothers you and grabs your chin, gently squeezing your cheeks together, "now say you love me." He coos teasingly.

You roll your eyes in amusement, opening your mouth to say the words when Hyoseob interrupts your little moment. "We're here assholes," he ruffles Sooyoung's to mess with her as she huffs angrily in return. "why don't y/n and you go find us a spot and we'll bring all the coolers and all that jazz."

"Sounds good." You reply softly and eagerly open the car door on your side, scooting out as you feel Jungkook slap your ass on your way out. "See you guys there." You cheerfully wave and catch up with Sooyoung.

Thankfully you both find a good spot together, it's not too sandy in this spot and two large palm trees looms over the spot. "Look, I guess we can use Hyo's hammock." You snicker softly.

"Damn, now he's gonna rub it in our faces that he was right. So annoying." She mutters and stands by you as you both take pictures of the beach and then together for memories.

The boys come a few minutes later calling you to see where the spot was at. They come hauling the coolers, umbrella and bags filled other necessities. "Aw hell yeah!" Hyoseob yells once he sees the two palm trees, "I fucking told you," he elbows Jungkook, "my hammock would save the day!"

"Fuck off," Jungkook grunts, "you and your dumb ass hammock." He rolls his eyes and sets the things down, "Baby what the hell did you pack in your bag?"

You giggle apologetically, "I'm sorry," you gently pry the bag away, "I packed a lot for later on." You sheepishly say and help set out the towels while Hyoseob fusses over his hammock and Sooyoung sets the umbrella etc.

"It's so hot." Joy whines as the four of you unwind under the shade and watch the beach goers have their fun.

"We ARE at the beach," you roll your eyes and sit on a towel just lathering sunscreen all over your arms and legs, "I don't know what you expect in the middle of summer babe." You smile, ignoring the colorful curse word she sends your way.

Jungkook is pressed behind you, his chin rests on your shoulder as he idly traces shapes over your arm. He occasionally makes a comment but doesn't actively search to join the conversation. It's peaceful despite the chaotic weather.

"Ah shoot," Sooyoung huffs, "y/n come with me, I finally remembered that thing I swore I was missing back at the house. The freaking.. fuck the... oh yeah the little Tupperware bowls."

You're about to agree when her boyfriend interrupts, "Nah stay y/n, I'll go with her. You guys want anything? I saw like a ice cream shop up at the boardwalk."

Jungkook shakes his head and you do the same, "Just try and bring some more ice for the cooler." You smile waving them off as they leave hand in hand. "You wanna swim?" You softly ask Jungkook as you lean back into his chest.

"Nah," Jungkook hums, "I wanna lay in the hammock though, it looks like fun." He huffs getting up as he brings you along with him. He gets on with caution before he ushers you in as well.

You lay on him with a smile, "This is nice, the shade, you, me."

Jungkook gives you a gentle smooch on the lips, "Definitely." He murmurs and hugs your head close to his chest.

There's a soft breeze in the background, the hammock sways lightly and you bask in the peaceful mood. You both talk about random things and crack jokes about anything really. He's got one arm behind his head, his other wrapped around your waist as he gently rubs his thumb against the side of your ass as more of a comfort thing.

"You think we should take a road trip to a different town?" He comments calmly, "Or should we all just go to Jeju? I got a cousin who lives down there and he can lend us his house."

"Jeju? Well the last time we went was during spring break so yeah I guess, it'll be fun." You smile, "We can stay longer too cause it's summer break." You say this more to yourself as you happily clap.

Jungkook nods slowly, "I'll see if Hyo and Soo wanna tag along but if not I don't mind it just being us," he trails off with a devilish smile, "less people we gotta worry about at night."

You roll your eyes and fish your phone out of his pocket, "And you wonder why I get asked if I'm not pregnant yet." You open your camera and fix your hair a little, "No offense hun but I think she needs a break down there," you laugh softly and raise the phone to take a picture with Jungkook.

The day goes on, eventually Sooyoung comes back with ice and bowls. All four of you enjoy the fruit, play some volleyball on the beach, and even swim around a bit in the clear water. "C'mon!" You call out to Jungkook and look back at him with a bright smile as you rush to the water, "You're so slow!"

Jungkook stands there with a soft smile, phone in hand as he takes a picture of you. "I'm going!"

When the sunsets you all pack up and head to the boardwalk for some food and games. There's a arcade nearby and you all enjoy some pizza and play some air hockey and other games. It's a memory you have ingrained in your head. You standing in Jungkook's hoodie with your back pressed to his chest as you play, this is something you don't want to end.

Night time falls, the four of you are back at the small beach house you rented out. It's cooler and fresher outside so you venture around the patio with a hum. Sooyoung's off showering and Hyoseob's cooking up a late night snack. It's peaceful.

"Baby," Jungkook slides the patio door open, "Hyo's asking if you want any of the wings he's making?"

You shake your head slowly and open your arms as he steps forward to wrap himself around you. "I'm good," you hum swaying side to side with him, "I feel really full right now and I don't wanna go to bed full."

"Alright, Hyo and I are gonna kick it in the living room if you need me? Get some sleep." Jungkook kisses your forehead and guides you inside the house.

You're half tempted to get a wing because it smells so good but you remind yourself the last time you ate before bed. "Night Hyo." You call out, hearing him reply seconds later as you disappear into your room.

You don't know what time it is, your groggy from sleep as your eyes slowly flutter open. The room is dimly lit by the moonlight pouring in through the window. Jungkook looms over you, whispering softly against your lips as he kisses down your neck and rubs his hands down your sides.

He's got you stripped by now, hoodie and shorts thrown off to the side of the bed. He's kneeling between your parted legs in just his boxers. You look up at him with lust filled eyes, "Gguk, what if they hear us?" You mumble softly.

You weren't shy about having sex under the same roof as other people. The two of you have been doing this for a long time so it didn't matter. You only worried this time out of being courteous towards your friend who would appreciate not knowing how sex between you and Jungkook sounded.

"We'll just go slow and be quiet okay? I know you can keep it down baby." Jungkook mumbles back as he brings you in for a kiss.

You moan softly into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tug him down closer. You stay put like that for a bit, Jungkook had been playing with you prior so you were nice and stretched out for him. All he had to do was slide in.

"Fuck," you reach down and grab his cock that hangs heavy between his legs.

You slowly pump it and bring it down between your legs against your soft cunt lips and rub it up and down. A soft squelching noise fills the room when you do so, the tip smears your wetness all around. A shiver runs down your spine when your clit helplessly throbs after rubbing his cock firmly on it for a few seconds.

Jungkook breathes harshly through his nose, eyes trailing down to where your small hand holds his cock. "Fuck baby, stop teasing." He whispers softly and reaches down to replace your hand pump himself quickly, "Hold yourself open for me–yeah, just like that." He murmurs.

You raise your legs a little and spread your thighs for him, he slowly lowers himself down and slips his cock through your slippery mess. Your lips part in a silent moan, eyes fluttering closed as he fills you. "Shit.."

He gently pulls you down the bed and readjusts his hold on you. His hips slowly roll forward, pressing into you before pulling back. You manage to hold back your noises, panting softly as your eyes cast down to where his cock slides in and out of you.

Jungkook licks his lips slowly and leans down to kiss your moans away. He takes the chance to pump his hips a bit faster, never bottoming out because he knows the noises it will make. You're content with the way his thick cock slides in and out but you want more..

It isn't enough for you, and Jungkook feels the same way whenever he grunts into your mouth and huffs softly. You reach up to rest your hands behind his neck and play with his hair, " 's not enough," you whisper softly.

Jungkook softly moans, "Can't," he mumbles and lets his hips slap into yours once, a loud smack resonating through the room, "will be too loud."

You see what he means, apart from the whole skin smacking noise there's the bed. The headboard is thudding gently against the wall and you're afraid that any more movement will cause it to get louder. "Fuck me," you whine quietly and bring him down for a kiss, "like you mean it."

Jungkook groans against your mouth, causing you to cover his mouth with your hand in fear. You both pause to see if there's any noise because he had been a little too loud with that one. You stare into his eyes as moments pass and nothing comes. "I have an idea." Jungkook whispers softly.

You and Jungkook both re-dress in simple attire before heading outside to the car. You're both laughing a little at this situation, "This is so stupid." You giggle.

"Man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." Jungkook chuckles, helping you into the backseat as he lays out a towel he had brought along with him.

You lay back on the seat and let him guide your legs up. Jungkook settles himself between your legs once more and spreads them wide, "So fuckin' wet for me." He purrs softly and slips back inside you.

Your hands settle on your chest as you moan from the feeling. Somehow it feels like he's deeper inside of you. Jungkook wastes no time in thrusting into you with a quick pace. He works his hips harshly against yours, thighs smacking against your ass with each thrust he sends your way.

"Jungkook..!" You gasp, head rolled back as his cock hits every spot within you. "Like that, just like that," you whine out and stuff your hand between the two of you, fingers rubbing at your clit in slow circles.

Jungkook bites his lips, "Yeah," he breathlessly says as he slams into you at a punishing pace, "right here baby?" He says with a soft smirk.

You nod and let out a shaky whimper, "Gonna cum," you rub your fingers faster and faster, "please, please, please," you whisper.

Jungkook loves seeing you teary eyed and trembling from his harsh fucking. He replaces your hand and rubs his thumb against your clit in fast circles. He aims his thrusts to hit your g-spot as fucks you through your oncoming orgasm. Your mouth falls open as a long moan leaves you, back arching and thighs shaking.

Your pussy is absolutely gushing around his cock, slick dribbling down your ass and on to the towel. You moan in relief as you come down from your orgasm slowly. Jungkook groans softly and snaps his hips faster and faster until he's pressing deep into you.

His cock throbs slowly and his cum fills your spent cunt. "Shittt," Jungkook whispers out as his head falls back and he relaxes, "so good," he mumbles and traces circles into your thigh.

You give a weak squeeze around his cock in return as Jungkook hisses from oversensitivity.

"Hey Jungkook..!" Taehyung calls out as he waves his arm from where he stands across the parking lot, "The guys and I are gonna head out for a couple of beers and a few games of pool, you wanna come with we got an extra spot for you and your girl if you want." He motions to Yoongi's pickup truck.

You and Jungkook are both walking to his own car, his arm around your shoulders as he holds you close. Jungkook turns slightly, "Nah man, I gotta take y/n back." He says calmly, "Probably gonna catch a movie or some shit later on."

"Awwww man," Jimin whines as he hangs out the window of the truck, "just say you're gonna fuck and go!" The guys laugh at his words as they berate him for using that kind of language around ladies.

"Nah," Jungkook smirks, "that's an added bonus." More laughs erupt as he waves to them and walks you to his car.

You pout your lips for a kiss as Jungkook leans down to peck you, "Stop by the store, I wanna get some stuff I need for the cookies." You softly say, pulling back as he unlocks the door for you.

"Your mom said she's gonna leave dinner out for us, said something about making extra in case I dropped by." Jungkook says as he gets into the car and starts it, "Okay store and then anywhere else?" He settles his hand on your thigh automatically as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"Ummm no, thank you." You smile and look out the window as he zooms off to the store.

After your brief trip to the store you both head back to your home. Your mom is gone on a business trip and your dad left a note saying he'd be with your uncles fishing nearby for a day or two. "Cookies or dinner first?"

Jungkook picks up the flour and reads the front packaging, "Oh uh, I think we should prep the cookies and stuff. That way they'll be ready after we finish dinner." He says as he helps you get the tray and other things you needed for baking, "Ah shit, baking sheets, we didn't get those at the store."

"No, I have some here in the pantry."

You both get to work, teasing each other with the cookie dough and talking about random things that goes on in your lives. "Oh no, so before we even left to the beach," you say as you press the cookie cutter down, "I guess Sooyoung was keeping this a secret from her friend and her freaking friend came all crazy at me asking me if we were taking a trip or hanging out."

"What?" Jungkook snorts, "You aren't even acquaintances?" He laughs softly and rolls the dough, "We had chemistry with her and that was it no?"

"Yeah." You giggle, "So like I don't even know why she would ask me of all people like girl your crazy kinda showing." You nudge Jungkook aside to cut more cookies out with the cutter. "She thinks we're cool because I gave her a ride but like it's not even that I was just going out my way cause it was getting dark and she was walking home." You blow raspberries with a pout.

Jungkook shrugs as he steps aside to watch you. He sits on a stool and leans on the counter with a dreamy smile, "You're so pretty you know that?"

You're in the middle of ranting when he breaks you out of your thoughts. In confusion you look at him and chuckle, "Pretty? Okay.. thanks? But I was kinda in the zone right now and I can't remember what I was even saying."

"Aw c'mon you're supposed to say you love me." Jungkook whines.

"I'll love you even MORE if you help me set the cookies into the oven." You grin, watching him scramble over to you with lovesick puppy eyes.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook whispers as he leans his head back, "like that, mm so good baby." He moans out, fingers threading through your hair.

You continue to bob your head and hollow your cheeks to take more of him in. You hover over his cock, one hand gripping the shaft whilst you sloppily slurp up the mess you're leaving on him. He adjusts himself on the bed from where he's sitting as he grips your hair tight.

"More baby, lemme fuck your throat yeah?" Jungkook bites his lips, eyes trained on your swollen lips.

You pull back to the tip, giving him a harsh suck as you look at him with a soft smirk, "Aww you wanna fuck my throat Kook? Too good for you?" You tease as you tongue at the weeping tip.

"Yes–please..!" Jungkook chokes out as he guides you back down.

You happily take him all the way to the hilt, forcing yourself to breath through your nose. His cock hits the back of your throat each time Jungkook raises your head and then pushes you down until your nose touches his pelvis. Your eyes water and you choke around his cock but it's not enough to make you wanna pull away.

Jungkook moans loudly at the feeling of your throat tightening around his cock. He brings you all the way to the tip, watching as his cock slips from your lips. The tip rubs against your soft swollen lips, smearing his precum all around. "You look so fucking perfect." He sighs out and pats your cheek.

Your lips fall open once more and he inches his cock in. "Go on," he murmurs, "finish me off."

Happily, you bring your hand to twist and stroke his shaft near his balls as you work the tip. You suck hard, tongue swirling around and poking at the slit. He throws his head back and groans loud, hands falling to his sides as he grips the pillows by him.

"Oh shit, shit," his eyebrows scrunch together as his lips fall open, "fuck," he whines and his cock throbs harshly within your mouth.

You sink down all the way to the hilt and yourself there so he could cum down your throat. You moan around his cock and reach down to fondle his balls gently. Jungkook releases quiet whines and moans as he comes down from his orgasm. He shakily reaches down to push you off his cock slowly.

"Shit baby I don't think I can any more, give me a good ten minutes or so." He groans out and lays back bonelessly on the bed.

You giggle softly and wipe your lips, "Take all the time you need babe, I'm sleepy." You lay by his side and curl up, listening to him rumble and talk about how you 'sucked him dry'.

Everyone's sitting around the bonfire talking and drinking beers. Taehyung brought some weed to smoke so he rolls a few and hands them out to whoever wants to smoke. You're sitting on Jungkook's lap with a arm around his neck as you listen to Namjoon tell some weird story about his encounter with a teacher at school.

Jungkook has his arm loosely wrapped around your waist, his free hand holding the blunt he's smoking. Knowing him he won't let you smoke because then he'll be too fucked up and won't be able to watch you. You're fine with it because you personally don't smoke.

"You two got any plans for the rest of the summer?" Yoongi asks softly, directing it towards you.

"Yeah, we're heading out to Jeju island cause Jungkook has a cousin down there. You wanna come with Yoongi? You can bring short stack over there since he's always complaining about me not letting Jungkook join your guys' trip." You snort.

The group snickers, Jimin looks mildly offended and glares, "It was a joke y/n! It's not like we don't know that Jungkook's attached to you by the damn hip and won't go anywhere without you." He fondly rolls his eyes.

"Min he has separation anxiety you know this." You snicker.

Jungkook slaps your ass as a warning, "WE have separation anxiety." This makes the group laugh harder at Jungkook who pays no mind as he takes a long hit before passing the blunt off to someone else, "We're a team remember?"

"Course, how could I ever forget." You tease.

The talk goes on for hours, everyone has a good time and some are buzzed by the end of this drinking/smoking session. Jungkook’s all the way gone, relaxed and quiet as he sits back with hazy eyes watching everyone else. You’re just as quiet, cuddled up in his arms and staring at the fire.

You don’t ever want it to end.

Soft rock music plays in the background of Jungkook’s bedroom. He has the curtains drawn closed, the room pitch black save for the lava lamp you begged him to buy. You’re both in his messy bed, sheets kicked off and limbs tangled close making out like no tomorrow.

You’re not even sure he locked his door.

He’s got a hand down your panties, fingers stuffing you full as he flexes his wrist to get the right angle with his fingers. You have a hand on his cheek as your lips move against each other’s. He swallows up your moans and manages to slip his thumb over your clit to add to the pleasure.

A soft moan garbles out of your throat and your hips roll up into his hand. You reach down with a free hand to cup his hard on through his shorts. He grunts quietly and moves his hips a little so you can slip your hand inside. His cock throbs pitifully in your hand and you take mercy on him.

“Wait,” you whisper after pulling back from the kiss. You turn over blindly to search through his nightstand and find a small bottle of lube.

He watches you with hooded eyes as you squirt some on your hand and reach back into his shorts. It’s a smooth slicked up glide as you stroke him to match the rhythm of his fingers pumping into you. Jungkook moans quietly and leans back over to kiss you passionately while his fingers resume their task.

You part your thighs even more for him and angle your hips down. The pleasure slowly rises and makes your body tingle pleasantly, clit throbbing every so often to his touch. Jungkook isn’t faring any different, cock twitching and precum weeping from the tip. He shudders a little thrusts up into your hand.

“Fuck baby,” Jungkook moans and speeds up, “feel so fucking good.” He hammers his fingers into your sopping cunt.

You cry out weakly and halt in your movements. Your hips jump and twitch as you tighten your hold on his cock and rub your thumb at the slit. “Gonna cum,” you gasp, “Jungkook..!“ you breathily cry out.

Jungkook curls his fingers and hits directly into your g-spot over and over again. Your lips fall into a ‘o’ and you find yourself squirting around his fingers. “N-No more!” You cry out and wiggle around on the bed as he holds you down and forces you to ride out your orgasm.

“That’s it baby, doing so good for me.” Jungkook presses his lips to your temple and holds you close.

You sob weakly, eyes pricking with tears as you resume stroking him. He lets you do your thing as you move your hand fast. Slick noises along with his moans fill the room up. You feel him slump over you, hips stuttering as he moans loudly and cums in your hand.

“Fuck that was good.” Jungkook pants out, falling back on to the bed and slipping his fingers out of you. “Power nap?”

You nod, unable to really form any words as you curl up trying to avoid pressing your thighs together because your clit is very sensitive and your cunt feels fucked out. “I’m gonna need a really long power nap..”

Jeju is still beautiful as always, you think, you’ll never get tired of coming here with Jungkook. You stand side by side with him on the beach watching the waves hit the shore peacefully. It’s so serene and beautiful, a sight definitely worth seeing.

Jungkook holds your hand gently as he looks down at you and smiles, “We should go down there yeah? The water looks nice.” He says and takes a few steps forward.

You follow silently, just enjoying the moment between the two of you. He leads you down to the water and you both walk along the shore as the water occasionally covers you. “You were right,” you hum, “we really should have come sooner.”

“I’ll go wherever you go.” Jungkook says seriously, eyes focused ahead of him.

You smile to yourself, swinging your hands and looking up to the sky. “And if I choose to go to the moon? Will you still follow me there?”

Jungkook stops as he turns you around to face him, “Baby,” he softly begins, “I’ll follow you to the moon and back. Even if we end up in the middle of nowhere I’ll still be both here,” he gently pokes your chest where your heart rests, “and here,” he whispers kissing your ring finger.

You stare at him, breathless and utterly in love. You feel something slide against your finger and you look down. “Jungkook–”

“Shh,” he brings you closer, “I know it’s too early but this, this is a proof of our love. When the time is right we can go shopping for a real engagement ring.” He says as he smiles.

You tear up and nod, looking down at the simple diamond ring that sits on your finger. “I love it.” You pull him down for a gentle kiss as he holds you tenderly in his arms.

The waves hit the shore, birds flock in the distant, and the soft sounds of I love you’s carry on in the breeze.

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stuckyrogersbarnes · 8 months

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'Oh, you are in trouble, y/n stark' (Loki smut)

Fem!reader

"Bye, Dad! love you!" you say to your dad, Tony as he leaves for yet another mission with his crew. You were 18 years old and lived with your dad and the crew. He only had one rule: that as long as you were living in the same house as him, no boys could stay over or even come over for that matter. I mean, he had informed you of this rule when you were 12 years old when you had developed your first crush on this guy called Jake in the 7th grade. You guys hadn't really talked about it much ever since then, but it was established that that rule was still in place.

"Hey, he's gone," you say to the person on the other side of the phone. "Finally, I've been waiting for this for too long my love. I'm coming up" He cuts the phone and soon, you hear your window opening. As soon as you see him in that green suit of his you run towards him and jump into his arms. You passionately connect your soft lips to his luscious pink lips and grip his hair as if you were about to fall from a 20-foot building, but Loki didn't mind...He loved every second of it. He groans into your mouth as he drops your feet to the floor. You grind on his torso as he says, "No hello, how are you? Just straight to the point, y/n stark?" You moan as you continue to kiss him, giving him his answer. He smiles at how childish and cute you are. "oh, you're in trouble, y/n Stark." he says while kissing your neck deeply. You moan.

You and Loki had been together since 1 month after your 18th. How you met was a story for a whole other time. But you hadn't seen each other in like 2 weeks which was a lot for 2 people in a relationship. especially with those of a high sex drive like you and Loki.

"Mmm...why can't people commit crimes more often? it would make life so much easier. I mean, your father would never be home." Loki says as he throws you on the bed. "I agree," you say. Loki climbs on top of you and you both try to catch your breath as your lips connect again. You moan into the kiss. Your hand travels down to his leather pants which are getting tighter by the second. You move your hand in an up and down motion and he chuckles in your mouth. He removes your white t-shirt and moans at the sight of your breasts and hard nipples. He puts his mouth to one of them and starts sucking. You moan as you put your hands in his trousers and start stroking his veiny, gigantic cock. He gets up and slips off his trousers along with his shirt, while you simultaneously taking off your pants. He climbs back on the bed and kisses your stomach all the way to your wet vagina and licks your slit. He slowly sticks his tongue in your wet hole. Your eyes roll back and you moan at the incredible sensation. He thrusts in and out with his tongue right until you're about to orgasm. But then, he stops. "you thought I was going to let you off that easy huh?" he smiles.

He lifts you and puts you on the bar counter in your room. You open up your legs as he enters you slowly. He grunts as he starts to thrust. You can hear the slaps of your skin banging together. He grabs your face and kisses you roughly. "Mmm, I missed this so muchhhh" you moan. "me too, darling." He lifts you again and puts you on the ground, you bend over and he groans and smirks at the sight. He slides into your tight, wet pussy. His big cock pulsates at the sensation of you almost reaching your orgasm. Your knees begin to shake. He picks you up and throws you on your bed, and enters you again. He starts thrusting even deeper now, hitting your G-spot every. single. time. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you begin to see stars. You could feel his warm pre-cum spilling in your pussy. He moans and keeps moving in your tight walls. Your entire body begins to tremble. "d-daddy?" you say. "yes, my love?" he says. "i-i think I need to pee." you had never felt this sensation before but it was the intense need to pee (in a good way). "no, baby you just need to cum." he starts pounding you deeper, your words begin to slur. you close your eyes tightly. As soon as he pulls out, you bite your lips and squirt, all over his beautiful, defined abs. He begins to rub your clitoris and you begin to shake again, he rubs it harder. You cry out loud. He grabs his dick at the sight of you squirting again. He begins to stroke his dick slowly. He enters you again, and your sensitive hole begins to pulsate at the sensation. You both moan in sync. He pounds you, harder than ever before and just keeps going until he releases his warm cum inside you and pulls out, as you squirt all over him. "oof, you are one hell of a drug y/n."

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praisethesuuun · 1 year

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Nsfw alphabet for loki? Perhaps??

hope you like it♡ also english is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes

LOKI: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Loki isn't much of an aftercare guy. If you have marks or small cuts on your skin, he will gladly watching them feeling proud, but he will not assist you. The best he can do is getting you some water.

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

He likes his whole body. Loki knows he can look both feminine and masculine in order to satisfy the tastes of his partner. His favourite part of you is your eyes, because he can always see what your feeling just by looking into them. Are you scared? Good, he likes it.

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

Loki loves to see you covered in his cum, it's like a way of marking you. You have to completely offer your body and soul to him, so there's no problem in covering you with his cum, right?

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

Loki would like to try shibari, but, even if he seems like he doesn't care much about you, he still doesn't know your limits. Plus, if he didn't like you, he wouldn't fuck you.

E: experience <how experienced are they>

A lot. Loki's a little whore, it's not a secret.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

I think he likes mating press. Having control over you, pounding mercylessly into you, maybe when you're all tied up begging him to go slower. Spoiler: he will go faster insted.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

It depends: Loki's goofy usually, cracking jokes only to tease you and embarassing you, but when he's jealous it's a whole other story. He becomes serious as fuck. Run as fast as you can, honey, he's mad now.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

He keep up the maintenance, plus he doesn't have any hair. Everything is pretty clean and shaved in general.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

Loki's way to show you that he cares is fucking you DUMB. You think he doesn't care about you? Oh dear, he does, but this is the only way he knows to show you how much he loves you.

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

To your surprise he doesn't do it much. Your relationship's mostly based on sex, when he's horny he doesn't hesitate to come to you for a quickie.

K: kinks <their kinks>

Degrading kink and restraints. He's a sadistic bastard: calling you a slut while using a whip on you it's like a drug.

KNIFE PLAY AND BLOOD PLAY.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

Everywhere, really. Loki doesn't have this kind of problem, if he wants to fuck you in the middle of the arena, he will. It depends entirely on you and where you feel more comfortable (sex isn't funny if he's the only one to enjoy it).

M: motivation <what turns them on>

Blood. When there's the smallest trace of blood on you, Loki's mind stops working and he starts thinking with his dick. Good luck!

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Pissing on you. It stinks, plus he already has you trenched in his cum, why adding the piss? It doesn't makes sense to him.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

He likes more giving than receiving. Loki loves when he tortures you with his tongue. The little bastard knows he's good at it, so you better prepare to be held still by him while he eats you out. "What? You want more?" he says giving you another long and slow lick.

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

HE'S ROUGH. I don't even think Loki knows how to go slow, he's not fluffy or vanilla at all! Your legs will feel so sore in the morning and he will enjoy every second of it.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

Of course he likes them: you never know when he's gonna get horny. He could be at any time and he becomes a whiny bitch when you don't give him what he wants.

R: risk <...DUH>

Loki lives for taking risks, did I already said that? He mostly takes them to study your body and its limits, this way you can fuck more and try more things, aren't you happy?

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

Loki has a lot of stamina, so he can go for a lot of rounds in the same night. He will stop only when you can't take it anymore.

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

Yeah, he has a few, but he usually uses them on you. One of his favourite things to do is tying you up with a vibrator between your legs. Don't be surprised if you find yourself with a vibrator in you while he controls it with a remote, making you scream when you least expect it.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

He lives for teasing you. Loki is a brat when he wants, your frustrated face is just too cute.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

Oh boy, he's loud. Not only he will moan like crazy, but he dirty talk a lot. Everyone in Valhalla knows when you two are fucking and sometimes it can get pretty embarassing.

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

He sometimes ask himself if he should organize an orgy with you, then he immediately discard the idea when he realize he won't be the only one to fuck you.

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

Loki's cock isn't the longer you can get, but he knows how to use it. He can make you scream as much as he wants, he's an expert after all. The tip is #fac1aa. It's slightly inclined upwards

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

Quite high once he get used to be intimate with you. Damn, you two can barely stay a few days without sex.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Out like a light afterwards. He's going to be so blissed out that he falls asleep with an half smile.

#request #record of ragnarok headcanons #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok smut #ror smut #ror imagines #ror x reader #ror x you #record of ragnarok loki #loki x reader #snv loki #shumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie headcanons #ror loki

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joonggphilia · 6 months

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TxT Hard Thoughts

Ot5 phone call at a bad time ——————————————————————-

Today, Yeonjun called you from the dance studio and asked for some help. He had been super busy and stressed lately. You opened the door to find him sitting on a chair, palming himself and watching his phone. “M/n, I’ve been so busy today, help me out.” He spoke up, locking eyes with you. “Of course, babe.” You hummed pulling down his pants and pulling his length from his underwear. You worked up from the base and stroked him as he rubbed your shoulders. Suddenly, Yeonjun’s phone rang, the contact reading “Beomgyu” You halted your movements as he answered the phone. “What’s up gyu?” He panted, sweat trickling from his forehead. You started up your movements again. “Y-yeahhuh. N-no, I’m ffine. I’ve got to go.” Yeonjun rasped, as he hurriedly hung up. “What an attention whore. Let’s head to my room.”

Soobin gasped as your sweet lips kissed up his throbbing dick. He threw his head back and whimpered as your tongue pressed against his slit. “Je-Jesus, m/n you’re so good” Soobin panted, his hands running through your hair, and gripping each time you sucked a good spot. buzz buzz buzz. Soobin’s hands scrambled to find his phone. “H-hello. Yeah, tell Kai I- mmmmh -No I’m fine. I’ll be there in twen-twenty.” Soobin whined as he hung up. “You’re relentless.” He breathed, shoving your head down onto his cock. Beomgyu always had you around his finger, and right now he had you around his dick. He wanted a quick fuck in the dressing rooms before he went on stage. “G-gyu, they’ll find us! Calm d-doWN!” You moaned, your arms holding you up on the counter threatening to give out. “You keep quiet and they won’t. You’re such a good boyfriend, letting me fuck you in your dressing room.” Beomgyu groaned, quickening his pace. His phone began to buzz. He hummed and answered the phone. “Yes? Oh M/n! Ugh. I’ll get him.” Beomgyu muted the phone. “Baby, it’s your members. Looking for you.” He warned you, still fucking you over the counter. “I-I’ll be d-done in ten! G-g-gyu! Hang up!” You cried, him finally hitting your special spot.

Taehyun loved when you sucked him off after the gym. Many people did some stretches to cool down and he got a free blowjob from his boyfriend, same difference. Your swollen lips worked him as he scrolled on his phone. “You’re doing great M/n. Maybe a little faster?” He asked, making eye contact with you. You simply nodded and bobbed faster. He loved the whines, whimpers, and other unholy noise you made when you got into it. He threw his head back closed his eyes, one hand patting your head. Ringggg “Fuck. Just keep it up.” Taehyun reassured, picking up his phone. “Soobin, I’m seriously busy r-right now. MmmHm.” Taehyun hummed, lust and annoyance mixed in his tone. “Busy being a whore?” Beomgyu’s voice chimes from the background.

Huening slowly pumped his length in and out of you, littering your body with kisses. “I love you. More than you’ll ever know.” Huening hummed, pushing his cock in even further. “Mmmmm I l-love you.” You whined, rolling your hips to add more friction to your little situation. “I’m so sorry i-I’ve been busy. I’ll make time for you, love.” Huening Kai promised before moving at a normal pace. “D-don’t ugh apologize. I-I was busy….too.” You muttered, your mind fuzzy with lust and love. Suddenly Huening’s phone began to ring. “I’ve got-gotta take it.” He moaned, before picking up. “Kai, we’re going out. Wanna come with?” Yeonjun asked, as he grabbed his keys on the other end. “I can’t. I-I’m with M-M/n.” He panted, looking down at his lover. “Ew. Bye.”

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A/n: sorry it’s not necessarily a Drabble 😭 my tumblr is broken so I would’ve had to post two different times and tbh i don’t have the capacity for that. I feel like I’m dying I’m so sick rn 💀

#txt hard thoughts #hard thoughts #smut #yeonjun x male reader #soobin x male reader #beomgyu x male reader #taehyun x male reader #huening kai x male reader #txt x male reader #txt ot5 #male reader

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drunkenlionwrites · 10 months

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Himeko nsfw alphabet

A little something I wanted to write before the end of pride month. Also, I got my favorite queen yesterday from the standard banner so I'm ugly crying 😭 Warnings: fem bodied reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Himeko’s all about pampering her partner, so you can expect a lot of cuddles, gentle smooches and being totally taken care of. I believe she would be totally into bathing together and just relaxing in a soapy fragrant bath together if you both have enough energy to do so. But sometimes she also craves to be cared for, so please don’t neglect the softest girl ever. B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She likes her legs and thighs the most (have you seen the girl’s dress?) Himeko likes to show off her long pretty legs and plush thighs, enjoying whenever she can catch your not-so-subtle gaze on them. As for you, I believe she’s a tits girl and would enjoy them in any shape form and size. Small tits? Great, she’ll caress them lovingly and pinch your nipples. Big? She’ll definitely enjoy nuzzling into them and kneading them with her tender hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She mostly prefers and enjoys when you cum on her mouth, licking off your juices and cleaning your pussy dry with her tongue. She can’t get enough of your smell and the way you pulse around her tongue and on her lips. As for herself, she prefers to cum on your pussy, slowly rubbing your pretty, puffy clits against each other. You can expect a lot of cum, both of your liquids smearing on you. She’s also a squirter, if teased for a long time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Most people take her for a soft dom, but I feel like she’s also a girl who wants to be taken care of and give off the reigns to you. Himeko’ll take all the teasing and overstimulation, you going a bit rougher on her too. Slap her pretty pussy and ass and she’ll elicit the prettiest mewls for you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s not a young and naïve girl. Pretty experienced, knows for sure how to make a woman feel good, but is always eager to learn what makes you personally tick and will take her time getting to know your body. You can expect the greatest sexual encounters with her.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Tribbing. Not only it physically feels really good, but she prefers it because of how intimate and sexual it is. She can easily kiss you and look into your eyes while gliding up and down your labia with hers, so sleek and smooth, so sensitive.. It also allows her to add a lot of toys for additional stimulation if she’s in a mood.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

She’s more serious but can crack a few jokes during the foreplay. Usually, they’re just soft and cute one-liners though. When it comes to action, she’s all about romantic and sensual lovemaking. H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she’s one of the girls who prefers to be squeaky clean and fully shaved everywhere, you would rarely catch her with even shortest hair, she takes her presentation very seriously and is meticulous about it. I feel like she’ll also prefer either a fully shaved partner or a classical landing strip.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) Oh she’s very into intimacy: eye contact, constant caresses, her hands are basically everywhere on you, touching every inch of your skin, your breasts and nipples rubbing against each other, her uneven breaths above your ears, constant wet kisses pressed on the most accessible parts of you in the moment, depending on your position. She’s the embodiment of sensuality.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Not very interesting for her, she’ll prefer to blow off steam with the partner, but if she’s single or you’re far away from each other, she’ll indulge in masturbation, preferring her hands and fingers. If you send her an erotic video or video of you masturbating, it’ll make the experience a hundred times more satisfying for her.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) She’s pretty vanilla overall, but she’ll definitely enjoy some dom/sub dynamics, being a switch I feel like it’ll also manifest as dressing you up prettily in sexy lingerie and clothes from time to time, gifting you a cute caller and murmuring to your ear lovingly that you’re her favorite kitten.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) She likes for sex to be comfy and relaxing. So, it’s either her or your bedroom, a nice hotel room, bathroom, somewhere secluded and nicely decorated. As for where exactly: could be anywhere, on the bed, on the carpeted soft floor, on a windowsill, in bathtub, on the kitchen counter, vanity cabinet, you name it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) She’s really gets going from your lustful gazes and soft passing touches whenever you’re in public. Glide down from her waist till her hips a little as you pass her, and she’ll basically drag you to her room.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) I feel like she’s very possessive and will be strongly against sharing or any kind of open relationships. No, she’s yours and you’re hers. No one in the equation other than two of you. She also won’t be into hard BDSM or 24/7 play, reserving it only for the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) She loves giving more, and she’s really good at it. Can edge you for hours, then making you come again and again until you’re an overstimulated moaning mess. Can also make you squirt in long sessions. She won’t be against you going down on her, but will still go for more positions after you eating her out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 90/10 with 90 being slow and sensual. She loves to take time with sex. It’s a ritual, it’s a quality time, it’s about sharing emotions and sensations and it shouldn’t be rushed. Buuuut…if you tease her during the whole day or she’s just missed you too much, you can expect a heated quickie.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Just as written below. Can indulge in quickies when feeling too emotional and impatient, but overall Himeko can restrain herself well enough to properly indulge in you with a pace she likes. R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) As for the risk of being caught, it’s not something she’ll be turned on by. She wants comfort and to feel in control of the environment and situation. As for indulging and experimenting with various kinks/positions/toys? She’s a strong believer that you should try all the stuff that intrigues you at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) As she’s more into a more relaxed and sensual sex, she can last for very long. Lasting the whole night is easy for her.

T = Toys (do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?) She has a pretty big collection of her own toys and toys she uses on you. She brings them into the foreplay or if you both are very tired, but she’s generally into more natural sex. She’s not a stranger to strap-ons and double-sided dildos if you want different kinds of sensations. Picking various kinds of cute butt plugs for you? Also yes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Yes, she’s a queen of teasing and overstimulation. Will edge you for hours if she’s in the mood, but it’s all to make you feel good in the end. (and to see your pretty face, tears in your eyes as you pant and beg her to let you cum at last) But she’s into being teased just as much she likes to do it to you. If you’re feeling like you wanna be in control, deprive her of a few orgasms – she’ll definitely be crying for your mercy. V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Not very loud, more of a moaner than a screamer. Prefers to moan and talk dirty things into your ears. If overstimulated, becomes a panting and gasping mess.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Loves when you bite and nibble on her breasts and nipples, her lower lips and labia (yes bite her pussy b**ch hehe) As for you, she’ll basically mark every spot of you that can’t be seen, as it comes from her possessiveness. She doesn’t want to ruin your pretty skin so you can look elegant during the day, but when you come to her and undress, showing off all the hickeys that are her doing - she goes feral. X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Oh we don’t need an x-ray, the girl has a solid D cup, wide thick thighs and puffy pussy. 🥵 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Higher than average, but she can perfectly control her urges if needed. If you’re as into intimacy as her, it’ll be a big bonus. Prepare to clingy and overeager Himeko if she feels lonely, upset, and needs your consolation. It’ll definitely end in a night-long lovemaking session. Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) Depends on how long you went for or if it was during the day/night. If it has been a night-long sex, she’ll fall asleep as soon as you both are cleaned up. If it was shorter, expect a cuddling session and a pillow talk.

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aprilclementine · 1 year

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can’t stop thinking of Eddie and Nancy after Steve and Eddie finally start dating as that one family guy episode where stewie meets taylor swift and asks her thee question about harry styles.

Eddie would pull Nancy away into the kitchen after they announce they’re dating, and he would lean in close and go, “Okay, let’s the cut the crap, Nance.” Nancy would look at him so confused, as she leans against the counter, thinking they were just coming in here for snacks for movie night.

“Let’s talk about Steve Harrington.” Eddie would continue. Nancy would raise her brows, as she turned towards Eddie. Eddie would reach into his back pocket and pull out a measuring tape he stole from Wayne’s tool box. “Okay, now you don’t have to say anything. I’m gonna slowly start pulling on this tape measure, and you just tell me when to stop.”

Nancy’s eyes would widen, as she chokes on her own saliva, before she clears her throat. “Eddie!” She would exclaim in a hushed whisper, shaking her head at the idea.

“Nance, please! Okay, I’ll start slow, here we go.” Eddie would start, his tongue would dart out resting against his top lip as he watches carefully as the numbers slide by.

Nancy would shake her head at his antics, deciding to open up the bag of pretzels she grabbed off the counter when they came into the kitchen.

“Okaaaaay, still going,” Eddie would announce, as he passes three inches, Nancy would roll her eyes amused, as Eddie continues pulling. Eddie watched as six inches passes by into seven inches, and Nancy still wouldn’t say anything.

“Oh my g-d! You bitch! Seriously?!?” Eddie would look up at Nancy bewildered. Nancy would throw her head back, laughing at Eddies expression, before she starts walking out of the kitchen.

“Nance! Where are you going?! Is that it hard or soft? Is it thick too? NANCE!!” Eddie would yell as he throws the tape measure on to the counter, trying to get her back into the kitchen. Another time, he thinks.

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c-nstellati-ns · 2 years

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YOU GO DOWN JUST LIKE HOLY MARY… — short

author’s note — you don’t understand, i NEED him. word count — 954 featuring — enrico pucci cw - NSFW CONTENT, sacrilege, dacryphilia, public sex, sex in a confessional, and exhibitionism

MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

This was sure to get him in trouble, absolutely. How could he be so stupid?

But there Enrico was despite that thought, biting his lower lip till it bruised as he tried to keep quiet. It took all his focus because truly, it felt heavenly to finally have you inside him. He gripped at your arms around his waist with his free hand, his other hand covering his mouth. Your tip pressed so beautifully against his prostate, it drove him into a dizzy frenzy. If anyone found him like this— having intercourse with an inmate, a male one at that! His reputation would be ruined! You could practically read his mind.

Smirking, you whisper into his ear, “Oh father, are you unable to take this? You’re the one who asked for this anyways, we can stop any time…”

Enrico clenched his teeth and squeezed your arm, shaking his head. “No—“ He immediately whispers back, “N-no, everything is fine. Ngh- yes, e-everything is fine.” You rolling your hips into him didn’t help whatsoever at all. He let out a low whimper and leaned his head back onto your shoulder, to which you brought your hand up and squeezed. You could see tears streaming down his face, eyes rolling back and a particularly loud whine slipped past his hand.

“My, my, father Pucci, are you finally realising that perhaps this isn’t the best place for such an activity? In the Lord’s house of all places? Goodness, you should be ashamed for letting your lust take over, father.”

More tears streamed down his face as you thrust up, hard. The asphyxiation and your words were making him so lightheaded, any words he wanted to speak died on the tip of his tongue. The dark confessional was the only place he could think of that no one would find the two of you, it wasn’t his fault, he swears this on his God. Enrico let out a soft groan when you slowed down momentarily, trying to find a way to tell you to keep going without embarrassing himself.

Everything was warm, so warm. Every pant and moan made his entire body heat up, it was getting hard to control himself at this point. He knew anyone could come, one of the guards or other inmates, but he couldn’t care less right now— he just wanted you to pick him up and fuck him proper. Or else, he might just go insane.

“[Y/N]- Oh God— d-don’t forget who-“ His already shaky voice was immediately cut off by a loud moan, one that made you glad that you had made sure there was no one in the chapel when you both first came in. You began with a steady pace, something much different than Pucci had anticipated. You forced his legs open, chuckling a bit to yourself before leaning down to bite and suck at his neck while you wrecked his guts. All he could do is imagine how good it’ll be when you fill him up proper. He had told himself he would be the one in control in this relationship- clearly he had gotten that all wrong.

Enrico just sat there and took it, his lips all bitten and bruised as he let you fuck him senseless, like all the other times you’ve come to the chapel for the same reason. He’s become addicted to you in every way possible. The way you touched him, caressed his thighs, groped his ass, played with his nipples… all of it. He should be ashamed, shouldn’t he? Pucci falling into this cycle of deep sin all to have your fat cock tear him in half. He should be… but he isn’t.

Instead, he smiles. A lopsided, drooling grin as he brings up his hands and prays— to you, his God. Enrico couldn’t ask for a greater gift from you, to have you ravage him any moment you truly wish.

“T-thank you! Haah, thank you, thank you, G-God, thank you…” He’s going on a rambling tangent now, muttering ‘thank you’s’ and ‘I love you’s’ under his breath as you repeatedly hit his prostate again and again. You’re happy to have finally broken him in this way. Happy to see that Pucci has finally accepted his place as your bitch, priest or not. You wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly jerked him off, hearing those pretty little moans of his become more higher pitched. He always got like that when he gets to cumming.

The confessional was humid at this point, the old wood of the bench you sat on creaked with fervour with each thrust of your hips into Enrico’s warmth. He was so tight and welcoming, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of not hitting it any sooner. You could feel him pulse in your hand, his breathing heavy and panting. You decide to have mercy on the poor priest and speed up your thrusts and your hand. You could hear him sob above you, more tears streaming down his face. He kept on babbling incoherently, twitching in your hold again and again until he eventually came fully undone.

“There you go, father. It’s all that you wanted, isn’t it?” You couldn’t help but to tease him.

He came all over your hand and the floor of the confessional. You slowed down to a stop and held Enrico close, kissing the back of his neck. The priest had gone quiet, still panting and holding onto you tight. After a bit, he swallowed thickly and looked back towards you— his teary eyes filled with sudden determination as he says,

“I-it’s my duty as your acolyte to please you… s-so allow me to ride you till you’re satisfied. Please.”

NOW PLAYING — mary on a cross, ghost…

#achilles' scripts 🌟#top male reader #dom male reader #male reader #dom reader #top reader #sub jjba #jjba smut #x male reader #sub character #enrico pucci #hopefully this shows up in tags maybe

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