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nanaslutt · 4 months

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Faking an orgasm with the JJK men

incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

incl: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

cont: fem reader, established relationships in all but Toji's, multiple positions, oral(f!r), rough sex, so much dirty talk, teasing, comfort, extra warnings on Toji's below

MDNI

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Gojo:

"You're sucking me in baby... fuckk it feels so good." Gojo groaned, tipping his head back as he humped his cock into your warm cunt. Your legs were pressed together against his chest, your ankles by his head as he wrapped his arms strongly around them. You could see the way his muscles bulged as he held onto them for leverage as he fucked you.

Your hands dug into the sheets as his fat cockhead abused that sweet spot deep inside you, setting your veins on fire. Gojo huffed out a moan as he turned his head against your ankles, his sharp pearly teeth biting the flesh there, making you wince at the unexpected feeling. His tongue poked out from between his lips to lick at the spot he just bit, the warm appendage soothing the dull pain instantly.

In the position Gojo had you in, each time he pulled his cock out, his dick was still squished between your thighs, making him feel more sensitive than usual. Normally, when he pulled out of you, the lack of your walls squeezing around him was almost like a sweet reprieve, a half-a-second escape from your cunts will to milk him dry. But like this, he had no escape, even when he pulled out his cock was still stimulated by the plushness of your thighs.

"Fuck- fuck this feels so good. You feelin' it too baby? Hm? Feel good for you too?" Gojo asked, a fucked out smile spreading across his features. The angle he was pounding you at made it hard to speak, opting to nod and whine in response. Gojo always fucked you so good, but you felt that you were taking a little longer to finish today, and you could tell Gojo was already on the brink of his own orgasm.

Releasing the sheets from the intense grip of your hand, you slid your lithe fingers across your clit, quickly rubbing small circles over it. Gojo's breath hitched when you touched yourself, your walls instinctually squeezing around him as you stimulated yourself. "Good girl, make yourself cum on my c-cock, cum all over me baby-" Gojo teased as he grits his teeth together, spilling his dirty words through them.

Sweat beaded on his hairline, falling down the side of his face and mixing with the dampness on his neck as he tipped his head back, gritting his teeth together as he rapidly approached his orgasm. "Fuck- cumming baby- c-cumming-" The white-haired man groaned, his eyes fluttering back in his head.

He looked so hot like this when he lost his composure and showed you this unfiltered side of him. His cock ramming inside you felt so good it was making your head spin with pleasure, he was doing everything right, but there was one problem. You weren't there yet. You tried to rub your clit faster, trying to force your body to cum with him, but to no avail.

You were getting frustrated, after all, he was hitting all the right spots inside you, and combined with your fingers rubbing your clit you knew you would cum if you had a little more time to get yourself there, but you felt pressured to finish with Gojo, not wanting to be needy and have him have to help you out after he already came.

So you decided to do something you've never had to do with him before--you faked your orgasm. Right as you felt Gojo's body go stiff as he released his seed into the condom, loud groans spilling from his lips, you decided to squeeze your cunt around him, trying to mimic the pulsing of your walls around him when you came.

You tensed your abs rhythmically and drew out dramatic moans, squeezing your eyes shut to make the show more believable. You tried to shake your body and gasp as you thought you did when you came, but if you were honest, when you came with Gojo, nine times out of ten you blacked out from how intense it was, so you weren't sure if the show you were putting on was all that believable, but you did your best and prayed to whatever god was up there that he fell for it.

Since Gojo had finished right before you started to fake your orgasm, he came down before you, his watchful eyes taking in your unusual behavior as you forced your body to tense and shiver with your 'orgasm.' When you decided it had been long enough, you relaxed your body and breathed heavily against the sheets, not realizing Gojo was staring holes through you.

"So good Satoru, so good-" You whined out of breath, cracking your eyes open. You were shocked to see Gojo staring at you with a blank look on his face. He narrowed his eyes at you once those words left your lips, did you think he was dumb? A sinister smile spread across his face, one disguised as a heartfelt, love-filled smile, the one he normally gave you after sex. It did feel a little eerie that he hadn't said anything yet though, maybe he was just gathering himself?

Your heart pounded in your chest with nervousness, had you succeeded in tricking him? Honestly, you felt bad, but you didn't want to be a burden, you had to do it. Gojo kissed your ankles before he took one of your legs and put it on his other shoulder, spreading your legs apart for him. You expected Gojo to pull his cock out of you, but you instead were faced with Gojo's thumb rubbing slow circles across your clit.

Shocked, you reached out and grabbed his wrist, your eyes shooting open in alarm. "W-what are you- I just-" Your protests were cut off by Gojo's irrefutable words, making you hold your breath. "No, you didn't." Your heartbeat was so loud in your ears, you felt your face burn with shame and embarrassment. "H-huh?" You asked, your body tense as your eyes darted between his finger and the faux smile on his face.

"You think I'm dumb? You think I don't realize when my girlfriend of two years fakes her orgasm after I've seen her cum more times than I can count?" His words shocked you. You stared at him with a slacked jaw, your mouth formed in a small o shape as you somehow managed to keep eye contact with him. Stupidly, you decided to continue with your lie, trying to get out of this mortifying situation.

"W-what? No, I just... didn't cum that hard." You said shyly and unconfident, your eyes darting to the left as you spoke. Gojo huffed out a laugh incredulously, his eyes raising in a look that said 'really?' as he once again wondered if you seriously thought he was dumb. "Oh and now you're lying right to my face? You've never had an orgasm with me that didn't leave you dumb in the head." He said, trying to hide the hurt in his voice.

Gojo couldn't lie that he was offended. What made you fake your orgasm? He thought you had the type of relationship where you felt comfortable asking him for things knowing he wouldn't judge you no matter what, maybe you had forgotten, and he needed to remind you.

You scrunched your face in discomfort, keeping your eyes averted from his as you wished the floor would open up and let you fall in. Gojo slowed his thumb on your clit, keeping the stimulation shallow as he tried to get you to relax. He decided to push his own ego and feelings aside as you were clearly uncomfortable.

His free hand caressed your thigh as he spoke, "What made you think you had to fake it, hm?" He asked, resisting the urge to ask if he didn't satisfy you. You kept looking at the plain wall behind you as you gathered the courage to speak. "I... I could tell you were close but I wasn't..." You felt your face warm in embarrassment as you spoke, your hands coming up to cover your face as you squeezed your eyes shut. God this sucked, you were seriously regretting your decision to fake your orgasm right about now.

"I wasn't there yet... I didn't want you to have to do extra work to make me cum after you already finished." You explained, keeping your hands pressed agaisnt your face, not daring to peek at him. Satoru sighed loudly, "Really, you-" He started, shaking his head. His hand pulling at your wrist brought you back down to earth, your eyes cracking open to look into his.

"What makes you think pleasuring you is too much work for me huh?" Gojo asks, his signature teasing tone returning to his voice as he tried to defuse such a tense situation. "I get off on you cumming you know... Or did you somehow forget how I came in my pants last week just from eating you out? Or when I fingered you for hours after-" A soft knock from your foot against his neck was enough to get him to shut up.

"Okay, I- I get it I'm sorry. I was wrong just- please stop talking." You begged, pouting at him as you felt your cunt pulse around his cock that was still stuffed inside you. "Let me make you cum for real and I'll stop." He said as a compromise, smirking mischievously at you as he spoke. "F-fine. If it'll get you to shut up... fine." You said, giving in.

Satoru giggled softly as he sped up his thumb on your clit, just a bit, feeling you clench around him once more. "You're gonna give me three real orgasms for hurting my ego so bad, kay?" Gojo added as he pulled his cock out and slowly slid himself back in, making your eyes roll back in your head. "T-three?" You asked alarm plastered all over your face.

"Well... maybe four... you really hurt my feelings you know. We'll see how I feel after I make you go dumb." He smirked, promise laced in his words. You swallowed hard, yeah, you really fucked up.

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Geto:

Loud 'plp' sounds resounded in your ears each time Geto brought his hips agaisnt the fat of your ass, burying his cock to the hilt inside you as he abused that spongey part of your inner walls. You bit your lip as you tried to keep your moans down, it was late after all and your apartment complex had thin walls, the last thing you needed was another noise complaint from your elderly neighbors who hadn't gotten any action in the last three decades.

"Takin' it so well princess." Geto praised as his fingers digging into the fat of your ass, giving him the perfect leverage to pull you back against him, making his thrusts reach even deeper inside you. You gripped the sheets for dear life as you bounced back on his cock, squeezing your walls around him as you tried to get him to cum.

To be honest, you had a long day at work, and all you wanted to do was go to sleep. Geto's cock was making you feel so good, it always did, but you were exhausted and could barely keep up. To top it all off, you had work in the morning, your mind kept wandering off as you thought about your tired you were going to be tomorrow if this didn't end soon.

Geto was so into it though, he was gritting his teeth and groaning deeply as he fucked you ferally. You noticed the telltale signs of Geto's orgasm approaching so you opted to not say anything for fear of ruining the mood. "Fuck baby, I'm g-gonna cum soon. A-are you close?" He asked, his hips thrusting sloppily against your own as he neared his orgasm.

His cockhead ramming into your g-spot felt so good, it was relaxing you even further and aiding in your sleepiness, but you didn't feel like you were going to cum yet, even with him rubbing your clit. So much of you having an orgasm depended on your mental state as well, as it did for most people. If you weren't present and aroused both mentally and physically, being 100% present in both ways, you weren't going to cum, it had nothing to do with Geto.

As his thrusts sped up, you quickly came to the realization that you weren't going to cum tonight, which didnt bother you in the slightest, but you knew it would bother Geto, he was always so attentive and perceptive about you, which is why you insisted that he take you from behind so he wouldn't pick up on how out of it you really were.

When you responded with, "Y-yes S-uguru-" You didn't have to fake your moans as it really did feel good and he was fucking all of the air out of your lungs. However, you still weren't close to climax. You had already sealed your fake in that moment, realizing you were going to have to fake an orgasm.

You've had to fake it before with other men before you got with Geto and he showed you what real pleasure was like, but the two of you had been together for so long you honestly forgot how to fake it, so you would have to do your best.

Geto leaned over you and wrapped his arms around your body, opting to let his balls slap agaisnt your clit now that his arms were hugging your torso. He closed his eyes as he rolled his hips against your ass, his cock nudging your sweet spot deep inside you, making you feel shocks of electricity through your body.

"Love you p-pretty girl, g-gonna cum inside you, you want that?" Geto cooed agaisnt your ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps down your arms. He followed his words with a deep groan into your ear, making you whine in return as he bit the shell of your ear. His words worked you up to no end, you started feeling more stimulated now that he was so close to you and talking you through it like this, but you still knew you weren't going to cum.

Your eyes rolled back in your head each time he massaged your pussy walls, "Fuck give it to me baby- cum inside me." You whined, meaning every word. His pleasure was enough to make you feel good, so you weren't too disheartened about not cumming, you just hoped Geto wouldn't catch on to your fake orgasm.

Geto's hips stilled against your ass, his body stiffening and he groaned against your ear, rope after rope shooting deep into your cunt. It was then with all his weight against your back that you realized how tired you were physically. Your body collapsed against the sheets as you gave a half asses performance of your climax as he filled you with his seed.

Your moans sounded on par with your normal orgasm, but your physical reactions didn't. Geto could tell even amidst his orgasm, that you weren't really cumming. He made a mental note to discuss it with you as soon as he finished unloading his balls into your pussy. Your legs shook with your exhaustion as you gasped against the sheets, Geto's heavy body pressing you into them.

Geto's moans were choppy as he rolled his hips agaisnt your ass, riding the aftershocks of his orgasm out in your cunt before he slowly slid his cock out of you, his dark eyes watching the way his cum chased his cock out and spilled down the back of your thighs.

Your eyes fluttered heavily with sleep as you fought to keep yourself awake. You might not have cum, but Geto fucking you and cumming inside you had felt damn good and had drained you of your energy. Geto stared down at you with concern in his eyes as he ran over reason after reason in his head that you just felt the need to fake your orgasm with him.

He flopped down against the sheets next to you on his back and pulled your sleepy body atop his, his large hands caressing the soft skin of your back. You breathed steadily against him, taking in the familiar smell of his sweet cologne stuck to his skin. It was then as Suguru saw the side of your face and really noticed how deep your eyebags were that he figured out the reason you faked your orgasm, not even having to ask.

Surugur's ego had taken a blow, and when he realized you weren't really cumming in the middle of his orgasm it definitely took a took on the quality of it as he was too preoccupied with wondering why you did such a thing to fully immerse himself in his high. "You know you could tell me you're tired instead of faking your orgasm," Geto said bluntly, his words still sounding soft despite how disappointed he felt with himself. Why would you not just tell him?

All of the sleepiness was washed away from your brain in an instant when his words hit you. You felt guilt wash over you as his words mortified you to no end, how did he pick up on it so fast? Had your acting been that bad? "If you're having trouble don't stay quiet about it. I don't fuck you to only make myself feel good y'know, makin' me feel all selfish over here." Geto whispered, saying those last few words playfully.

You squeezed your eyes shut and rubbed your head agaisnt his chest, trying to bury your face into his skin. "It's... not that big of a deal, really. I was just feeling tired but... I didn't want to ruin the mood for you. You were so into it." You said softly. In the next second Geto was gripping your chin with his large hand and lifting your head off of his chest as he tipped his head down to meet yours, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"I don't fuck you to make myself feel good." He repeated. "I don't give a fuck if I'm half a second from cumming, if you aren't feeling it, stop me. I mean that. Or if there is something I can do that'll help you cum, tell me. I don't mind slowing down if it means I get to make my pretty girl cum with me. You deserve to feel good too, don't just put up with it." He said seriously, not even blinking as he looked into your eyes honestly as he spoke.

You pouted at his erotic but reassuring words before nodding, keeping your eyes locked on his. "Good girl, now...can I eat you out?" He whispered, his hot breath tickling your lips. His words caught you so off guard, making your eyebrows shoot open in surprise. You hesitated for a moment, your eyes looking over to check the time before you responded. "Call off tomorrow. Yaga won't give a fuck just... please, let me make you feel good." Geto said, reading right through you. He truly was too observant for his own good.

Locking your eyes onto his once more, you nodded, letting Geto maneuver your body so you were laying comfortably against the sheets, your body sinking into the pillows. Geto kissed his way down your body, his hands intertwining with yours as he made his way between your legs, keeping his eyes shut as he relished in the soft skin of your body on his lips. "This time, don't you dare fake it. Or I might not be as nice." He warned, his dark eyes locking onto yours, waiting until you nodded in understanding before he leaned down to lap at your cunt.

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Nanami:

You gasped when Nanami shook his head back and forth into your folds, his nose rubbing just right against your clit as he ate you out like a man starved, trying to burry his face as deep as he could against you, his tongue lapping greedily against his walls. His warm hands were wrapped under your thighs, holding you in place against him so you couldn't escape no matter what.

"K-kento- fuck-" You moaned, your head tipping back against his soft pillow filled with the scent of his cologne as he ate you out with fever, sending shockwave after shockwave of arousal through your body. For being a virgin when you first got together, Kento was especially good with using his tongue, it's like he had somehow studied all of your most sensitive spots without even touching you.

After being together for so long though, Kento now knew your body like the back of his hand, he knew exactly what got you going. Which is why you were getting so frustrated with yourself when you were pushed right to the brink of your orgasm, but it fizzled out at the last moment. You had told Kento, "Right there right t-there-" At least three times now when he sucked your clit into his mouth just right, but somehow each time, you never fully came.

The blonde man was so good at keeping up the same pace against you when you told him you liked something so as to not ruin your orgasm with his own eagerness, which only frustrated you even more. He was doing everything right, sucking and licking all of the places that usually made you come undone, so why couldn't you cum?

You were beginning to get fed up with your own body, less focusing on the pleasure he was giving you as you instead focused all of your brainpower on trying to cum, which simultaneously made you not able to fully experience the pleasure... resulting in you being even more frustrated when you couldn't cum.

Kento seemed totally content between your thighs despite how many times he thought you were going to cum. Honestly, that might've been better for him. He always ate you out even after you came, forcing you into overstimulation as he ate you out until he was satisfied. Of course, he made sure you orgasmed at least once before he stopped, but your taking a longer time to get there was not worrisome to him at all, he knew your body took longer some days because of certain reasons and that was okay.

He was doing this for himself, but also of course, for you. So if you need to take your time, so be it. Only Nanami hadn't even picked up that you were taking a while to cum, the man too absorbed in eating you out to realize how much time has passed. You, on the other hand, thought he knew how long you were taking, and that made you nervous. You just wanted to cum, you didn't want to be a burden to him for taking so long.

"Mmmm..." Nanami moaned against your clit as he suckled the little bud between his lips, opting to replace his tongue inside you with his long fingers now as they slid inside you with ease, immediately curling up inside you as they found that sensitive spot deep inside your gummy walls. Nanami felt his cock twitch when your cunt clenched around his fingers at the feeling, the man slowly humping the bed under him to relieve himself.

This abrupt change of stimulation caught your body off guard as your orgasm was once more built up inside you. This time you really thought you were going to finish as Nanami battered your stiff bud with his tongue between his lips. His watchful eyes stuttered your face as it screwed in pleasure. He watched the way your jaw dropped and your eyes fluttered shut. Your thighs squeezed around his head as you felt your high ball up inside you, pushing you right to the edge.

"K-ken don't stop- f-fuck don't stop please-" You cried, a single tear squeezing itself out from under your eyelid as your back arched off the sheets and you focused on that feeling of cumming. Cmon, you can do it, just a little more, it's right there... you told yourself, becoming too obsessed over your high once more, resulting in the feeling unraveling in your stomach, once again slipping out of your grasp.

You wanted to cry as you felt it slowly fizzle out. You were so fed up with how strange your body was acting so you made a split-second decision and decided you were going to fake it. You don't think you could take one more edge from your body, you wanted this to be over. Nanami moaned "mhm, mhm."'s against your clit as he watched your body 'unravel'.

You put on your best show as you tried to squeeze your cunt around his fingers in a pulsing motion like you did when you came. You clenched your lower abs and jerked your body forward in on itself as you pretended to cum. Moans of Nanami's name left your lips all too coherent for you to be saying it during an orgasm. You should've figured that wouldn't work on him.

Nanami's arousal immediately turned to confusion as you rocked yourself against his face, pretending to cum. His hips stopped humping against the sheets as he watched you put on this poor show. Nanami was so familiar with how you really came, and he was so up close and personal with you right now, it was too obvious what you had just done.

Nanami slowly pulled his fingers out from inside of you as he detached his mouth from your cunt and slid your legs off of his shoulders, wiping his mouth from the back of his hand as he rose to his knees, his arousal evident in his pants as he sat on his heels, his bulge presented for your eyes. You gasped dramatically, snapping your thighs shut in sensitivity as you peeled your eyes open, giving Nanami your best 'fucked out' look.

"Felt so good Ken." You said, smiling through your guilt. Immediately you regretted what you did, and he hadn't even said anything yet. Lying about an orgasm was a pretty important thing, especially in such a serious relationship. As far as you knew, he was going to be the man you married, so lying about orgasming during sex would only be detrimental to you and leave you feeling unsatisfied and unhappy, and you knew how much Nanami cherished communication.

Nanami did not smile at your words, he kept his face blank and unreadable as his hands caressed your thighs, his mind trying to find the right words to say. He felt hurt that you felt the need to fake an orgasm with him when he was eating you out too. Nanami took a deep breath in through his nose and licked his lips before he spoke, his eyes finding yours as he did so.

You felt like passing out, he had noticed, hadn't he? Every nerve of your body was set on fire as you waited for him to speak, your heart beating loudly in your ears. "You wanna talk about what just happened?" He asked, making eye contact with you as he rubbed your thigh soothingly. "H-huh?" You asked, playing dumb. Your face immediately felt hot as your eyebrows shot open in surprise.

"Please don't play dumb right now. I'm already... never mind." Nanami started, taking a deep breath. "Why did you feel the need to fake your orgasm? Did you need something more from me?" Nanami asked, his words coming out more self-conscious than he wanted. You immediately sat up, your hands grabbing one of his as you sat face to face with him, rubbing his hand with your fingers as you tried to assure him that wasn't the case.

"N-no Nanami It- you did nothing wrong. It felt really good I'm being honest." You replied, your eyes darting from his face to the walls behind him as you spoke, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it about me. I just want to know why you felt the need to lie." You felt a pang in your heart at Nanami's words. You really had lied to him, huh? Fuck, that left a sour taste in your mouth.

"I'm not going to be upset with you," Nanami assured, his large hand caressing your cheek, snapping you out of your thoughts. You felt a little exposed talking about this while being naked, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around Nanmi's neck, your chest pressed against his as he pulled you into his lap, making you feel more comfortable. "Fuck... Kento this is so embarrassing." You mumbled into his neck, your words tickling his skin as you spoke.

"You don't have to be embarrassed with me. Talk to me." Nanami encouraged, his trimmed nails raking over the skin of your back, relaxing yours further into him. "I don't know what was wrong but... I just couldn't cum." You said shyly, quietly speaking the words against him. Nanami stayed silent as you spoke, not wanting to push you too fast.

"Every time I would uh, get there- It would always just fizzle out." You further explained. "I felt like I was taking too long so I- I faked it." Nanami absorbed your words as he tried to find the appropriate thing to say. "Why didn't you just tell me that princess?" He asked, further pressing you to continue. You buried your head into the crook of his neck further in embarrassment.

"I don't know, It's embarrassing to talk about. I was frustrated and... didn't want you to feel like you were doing anything wrong." Nanami closed his eyes and smiled at your misplaced concern for him, you were always so thoughtful. "I appreciate it honey but you know how much I love eating you out." He spoke, making your face heat up at his words.

"If you're ever struggling to get there, talk to me and I can help you, okay? That's what I'm here for." He assured, kissing the side of your head. He smiled when you squeezed your body tighter around him, trying to hide in his arms. "You shouldn't be embarrassed about that okay? It happens." Your heart swelled at his words, you were so in love with this man.

"I hit the jackpot with you." You responded, making him raise his eyebrows in surprise before he released a small laugh at your words, his deep giggle vibrating through your body. He leaned back, forcing you to emerge from your hiding spot in the crook of his neck and be exposed to his eyes. His comforting hand caressed your cheek as he looked at you lovingly.

It was hard to not feel self-conscious as you sat on top of his still-hard cock, naked, while you talked about your feelings as he studied your face. "Can I make you cum on my cock honey? I think you'll have a much easier time getting there when I'm inside you." He spoke, his words sending shivers down your spine. You felt a sudden rush of warmth downwards as he looked lovingly at you, patiently awaiting your answer. "Please." You responded, pouting at him as you took your lip between your teeth.

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Toji: cw// face slapping, manhandling, spitting, choking, use of the word 'bitch'

Your pussy was so loud as Toji fucked into you in such an intense position. He had you folded in a brutal mating press as he forced his body weight on top of yours, suffocating you with the sheer size of him. "You like this fucking cock splitting 'ur little pussy open? Huh?" Toji groaned against the shell of your ear, his sharp teeth biting it after he spoke.

Your moans sounded so desperate as he humped his cock into you, each thrust he gave you forcing a lewd and choppy moan to be forced from between your lips. "Y-ess To-jii" You responded, tears falling from the corners of your eyes as you nodded dumbly under him. Toji grinned as he growled agaisnt your ear, bringing his hips back further before he bullied his cock back into your cunt, the stretch enough to make you scream when he pulled himself out to the tip before fucking it back inside you.

"God you're so fucking tight-" Toji groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fucked you with a carnal need. His balls were wet with your arousal that was spilling from your cunt, creating lewd slapping against your ass each time his cock thrust inside you. "Fuck- t-too hardd-" You tried to complain, unable to even attempt pushing him away from how weak your body was combined with the brutal position he had you in.

"Too hard? But you're taking it so- fucking- well-" Toji growled, emphasizing each word with a thrust, your wetness squelching out around him. You were absolutely helpless as he had his way with you. His teeth sunk into your neck when your walls squeezed too tight around him, making his balls twitch with the need for release. "Fuck- loosen up- can barely fucking move when you squeeze me like that baby." Toji groaned, his large hand gripping your jaw as he made you look at him.

You stared up at him dumbly, your eyes all out of focus as your jaw hung open, moan after moan leaving your lips. Toji bit his lip before he shook his head at how turned on he was. Wadding up the spit in his mouth, he spat the saliva between your lips, landing right on your tongue. Toji's hand was still on your jaw as he spoke, "Fucking swallow that shit." He groaned.

His cock twitched when your lips closed a second later, swallowing what he gave you before opening once more and sticking out your tongue, showing him it was clean. "Oh good fucking- girl-" Toji growled, emphasizing his words with a harsh slap to your face before he grabbed your chin once more and made you face him. A cockdrunk smile was spread across your face when he pulled you back to him after slapping you.

He laughed maliciously, the deep sound getting cut off with a groan when he tangled your lips together messily, the kiss nothing but teeth and tongue as he kissed you. "You like when I hit you huhhh? Feels good bein' slapped around by me when I'm fucking your womb isn't- that- riight?" Toji teased, drawing out his words as his arousal grew, his words coming out between thrusts. A deep blush spread across his cheeks when you nodded dumbly, letting yourself be manhandled by the large man over you.

"Fuuuuck, I'm gonna fill you up." Toji groaned, his eyes fluttering back in his head as he felt his balls tighten with his release. "Gonna cum for me too? Gonna fucking cum all over my cock?" He groaned, his dirty words going right to your clit. As good as his cock felt, you weren't close to cumming yet. It wasn't anything Toji was doing wrong you just took a little extra time to get there.

But Toji was just your fuckbuddy, you couldn't possibly burden him with your problem, right? Maybe if you were dating you would've said something, but as it was, you didn't want to tell Toji you needed a little more. That kind of communication always seemed to embarrass you, so you opted to stay quiet and lie instead. Worst case, you could finish yourself off after he left, it was no big deal. Or so you thought.

You nodded at his question, your body bouncing and shaking under him with the intensity in which he was fucking you. "Yeah, you are, good girl, f-fuck good fucking girl." Toji praised, his words making your cunt gush even more wetness out around him. It was a bummer you weren't going to cum tonight, especially with how good he was fucking you, but you hooked up quite frequently and this was the first time you had to fake it so... it would be fine.

"Fuck- gonna fill you up- haahhh- fuck!!" Toji groaned as he buried his head in the crook of your neck and bit down on your skin, his sharp teeth digging into your flesh as he released rope after rope of his hot cum inside you, his balls pressed flush against your ass as his hips stilled, save for the shaking and jerking of his body every so often.

You whined as he filled you up, not having to do much in faking your orgasm as Toji came so hard you thought he wouldn't notice. Your legs shook with weakness as they tingled from being in such an intense position for so long. Your nails dug into the skin of Toji's back as he came inside you, his breathing staggered agaisnt your skin.

When he finally came down from his high he leaned up, letting your legs fall off his shoulders as he stared down at your cunt, where his cock was still plugging you up, some of his cum trickling around his cock from how much he filled you. You breathed heavily, relishing in the warmth you felt in your belly. Toji noticed the lack of your walls spasming around him, and how lucid you looked. Squinting his eyes at you, he decided to test you.

It was so obvious you hadn't cum, which, fine. He would fuck you again until you did, but you didn't look like you were going to say anything about it, so he did. "How did cummin' on my cock while I filled you up feel?" Toji asked, keeping his words in that same playful tone as he smirked at you, making you think he hadn't caught on to the little show you put on for him.

"So good Toji, always make me feel so good." You replied. Another red flag went off in his head, you were able to form fully coherent sentences? You were lying to him, right to his fucking face. Toji's hand wrapping around your neck caught you off guard, your eyes shooting open in alarm as your hands wrapped around his thick wrist.

"You got balls I'll give you that," Toji replied, ticking his head at you. Before you could ask what he meant, he was fucking into you again, his cock hitting right against your sweet spot at this new angle as he sat back on his heels with your thighs thrown over his own. "W-ha--" You couldn't even finish your word as Toji's hand squeezed tighter around your wrist, the pressure sure to leave a bruise.

Your mouth fell open in pleasured pain as your air was completely cut off before he relaxed a little, still making sure he had a firm grip on you. "You think I'm an idiot?" He spat, "Think I don't know how to make my women cum, huh?" He chastised, his hips even meaner than before as his thumb came down to rub against your clit fast and hard, making you scream out in intense pleasure.

"Yeah bitch, fucking cry, cry from how good I'm making you feel." He grit. Your eyes fluttered back in your head as your orgasm suddenly washed over you, taking you completely off guard with how suddenly it hit you. It was so intense, it left you gasping and shaking around his cock as he fucked you through it, his hand keeping a strong hold on your neck.

You hadn't realized but you had squirted all over his abdomen, wetting his skin and making it sparkle under the lights of your room. Before you even fully came down from your orgasm, Toji abandoned his hand from your neck and slapped you across the face, hard, before he gripped your jaw and made you look at him through the haze in your eyes from cumming so hard. "If you ever try to lie to me about this shit ever again, I'll make you regret it." He spat, his fingers digging into your face.

Your hands gripped his wrist again as you nodded quickly, letting him know you understood. Toji nodded slowly back before he abruptly hooked his fingers in your mouth and started fucking you again, giving you no time to recover. Drool spilled from the side of your mouth as he kept your jaw open for him. "That's fucking right, now give me another one." He growled. "Wanna feel you squirt all over me again."

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Back in the Dating Game

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, new relationship, first date, phone calls, being flustered, gifts, kissing, poly Lucilith, Lucifer Morningstar is a gentleman and silly

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: After a while of dancing around it you and Lucifer are finally going on a date. He's been freaking out about it and goes to ask the only person he can for advice, his daughter, Charlie.

A/N: This came to me at like 2 in the morning and I thought it was hilarious.

Over a month has passed since Charlie and her friends battle with Adam and Hell is slowly going back to... it's usual brand of chaos. Lucifer however has his own worries past Hell's current affairs. His upcoming date.

"It's a date. A date. You've been on dates before. You're the King of Hell!" He yelled at his own reflection, ferocious at first and then sunk back down into his chair. "Like ten thousand years ago. Ugh. Why is it still so hard. I gotta find someone who... wait... that's it!"

He rushed out the door of his bedroom, greeting one Hotel staff member after the other, even Alastor, although he swore that the Radio Demon tried to trip him. It was still early morning so he choose to leave him be. For now.

"Charlie can I- oh- oh my golly-!" Lucifer was has never looked away faster in his life, his long, long life.

"Dad! What the FUCK is wrong with you?!" Charlie kicked her legs so fast one of her hooves smacked Vaggie in the face. "Shit! Vaggie I'm so sorry! Are you bleeding! Oh my god you are!"

Vaggie put her hand up and instead of bothering to stop the bleeding searched for her nightgown. There were few things worse then getting caught between her girlfriend's legs.

"Are uh... you two dressed now?" Lucifer coughed awkwardly as he listened to the commotion behind him. "I'm so sorry I didn't know you two were- I mean it's fine you're girlfriends and sex is a very natural-"

"Dad, please don't. You can turn around just... knock next time." Lucifer turned around, one hand still on his face, "You can look, we're dressed."

The King of Hell cleared his throat, standing there for a few more moments before walking over to a chair and sitting down. "Soooo... wings huh? Hey, me too! Aha-haaa!" He grinned way to much, trying to break the awkward atmosphere. "Charlie... you like girls right?"

"Yes? Didn't you just... dad, what's going on?"

He gulped, tapping his fingers on his cane, "There's this woman I've kind of, maybe, soft of been seeing and... well your old man's been out of the dating game for the past ten thousand years. It's... I'm nervous about the date tonight." He was out of breath by the time he finished talking, almost shaking.

Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other, and a moment later Charlie exploded with excitement.

"Who is she? When did you meet? Did you kiss yet? Is she as pretty as mom? Does she like singing? Have you kissed yet or not?! Wait I already asked that!"

"Charlie, Charlie calm down! This is gonna be our first official date. Your mom gave a thumbs up? We didn't talk much though. I really think this-" A phone rang in his pocket, "Oh! Oh god! It's her! What do I do?!"

"Pick up the phone?" Vaggie suggested.

"Good idea Gabby! That's why I like you!" That wasn't even close to her name but okay, he was under a lot of stress. "What do I say?"

"Just... be yourself?" Not helpful.

"Myself. Okay. I'm Lucifer. The King of Hell!" He took a deep breath and pressed answer, "Hey bitch!"

Both Charlie and Vaggie faceplalmed, Vaggie cringing more because of her busted nose and lip.

"Uhm, hey Lucifer. Are we still on for tonight?" You asked with no small amount of stress of your own. You were getting a date with the King of Hell, it was scary and exciting at the same time.

"Of course we're on! We are gonna get it on! Not like that, no! I uh... want to..." He looked to the side where both Charlie and Vaggie made X gestures with their arms, "Make you an X?"

You laughed at how nervous he sounded too, "Already dumping me? You haven't even kissed me yet. I'm not that bad at it, I promise."

"No, no I don't mean... I look forward to seeing you tonight. It will be the best, most romantic, the most magical shit you've ever seen... baby?" Lucifer tried to chuckle but it sounded very forced.

"Well okay then. Sweep me off my feet, my good sir." Look at you, already using petnames for each other.

"S-Sir...?" His mind was already going places that were very much not appropriate in front of his daughter and her girlfriend, "See you tonight!" He ended the call, "That went well. Wish me luck Charlie! Oh and use protection! Your old man ain't ready to be a grandpa yet."

"Daaad!" Charlie blushed a deep red as Lucifer stepped through a portal and back into his room.

The knock at your door was quick and hard, and a few minutes early. But you knew who it was, the hat and the wings were a dead giveaway. You checked your outfit and make-up in the mirror one last time before opening the door and beholding the King of Hell himself holding out flowers for you with a shy smile on his face.

"Hope these aren't too much for a first date." He handed them off to you. "They're alive! They're gonna be great houseguards when they grow fully." Good, then you wouldn't have to feed them. The demons breaking into your home will do that.

"Thank you, I'm sure they'll be lovely." You put them aside and took his hand as he tapped his cane on the floor and opened a portal to a restaurant you haven't been to before. It looked much too fancy, but not for the King. "Wow."

Lucifer pulled out a chair for you but tripped over his own. "I'm okay!"

He was such a goof ball.

"I uh... look, I need to be honest with you. I haven't been on a date in a while. I don't know how to do... this. I walked in on my daughter with her girlfriend today because I couldn't figure out how to talk to you!" He leaned against his chair and ran his hand across his face, his red cheeks reddening even more.

"Lucifer, it's fine." You reached for his hand, "You're the King of Hell. I was scared to go out with you, I didn't know what to expect. Your reputation is pretty intimidating. But I'm glad you're not that guy."

"And what kind of guy am I?" He leaned in, so interested in what you had to say. He'd been judged for so long, for all the wrong things, he had to know what you think.

"Really funny, someone who cares about his family, charming, and dare I say devilishly handsome." You pushed yourself over the desk and kissed him on the cheek, in front of everyone. "And so cute when you blush." You whispered and looked at him with hooded eyes. Lucifer didn't reply but you did see his tail moving behind him. "Puppy energy. Interesting."

"Oh no, I'm not into pet play. But I'm sure we can find other things we're both into." His eyebrows wiggled as he let his long tongue curl at you. You clenched your legs, excited for more dates with him if this is the energy he's gonna bring every time.

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yuuuhiii · 3 months

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Geto teaching u how to give head

includes : 800 words , inexperienced!reader x geto suguru, smut, blowjob, explicit words,

Suguru knew you were inexperienced and he explained to you that it was okay and he’d be ready whenever you were. You always were thankful of how patient he was, he was fine with just satisfying your needs.

However one night you were feeling extra needy and wet. Suguru wasn’t helping either.

You know your boyfriend can’t help how extremely hot he is but the way his baggy shirt and sweats hugged his body was making your thighs clench.

Suguru knows you, probably even more than you do yourself. So of course he notices your squirming, setting a big hand on your thigh.

“You alright baby?” His deep voice resonates throughout the room only making your panties grow wetter.

You shake your head, your doe eyes peering up into his. He lazily smiles, rubbing your thigh, slowing inching to your heat.

“What’s wrong? You need me?” He lightly teases and you nod.

“Well you got me pretty.” He lets out an airily laugh yet you bite your lip.

Right before he’s about to sink to his knees to have a taste your words stop all of his movements.

“Sugu, can I suck you off?” He gulps, clearly caught off guard by your question, a small blush rising to his cheeks.

“A-Are you sure?” He almost whispers and you nod eagerly.

“If you’ll be patient with me.” You fiddle with your fingers.

“Of course I will baby, c’mere.” He pats his thigh, however instead of sitting on his lap like you usually do you sink to your knees in between his legs.

He’s already hard at just the sight of the position you’re in. He can’t believe that the day had finally come. He helps you pull off his sweats and you’re met with fully erect cock. You gape at his length, it lightly hitting your nose.

“Y-You’re already hard?” You whisper, your hot breath hitting his tip. He shudders, smiling dazedly.

“See what you do to me?”

You squeeze your thighs, finally wrapping your palm around him. He sighs, gaze already clouded with lust. You experimentally twist your wrist, tugging at his cock. He hisses, his lip tucked between his teeth.

“Fuck, good start.” He huffs out, throwing his head back.

The sight of him crumbing just from your touch spurs you on to make him feel even better.

“Alright, the tip is the most sensitive part, just like your clit ok?” He mumbles and you nod, staring directly at it.

The next moment your tongue lies flat along his slit, making him gasp.

“Oh fuck.” He moans, resisting the urge to buck his hips. It’s not like it was his first time getting head but god did you make him feel like a virgin.

“I-If you can’t fit me all in your mouth then just jerk the rest with your hands.” You nod, slowly leaning down to engulf him in your mouth.

The moment your mouth encased around his cock, taking him deeper and deeper he moans loud.

“Oh my god baby.” He says breathlessly, his hands making a makeshift ponytail with your hair.

You gaze up at him with your mouth stuffed full of his cock and he swears he can cum just from the sight.

“Alright baby, bob your head but make sure to watch your teeth yea?” You hum around him and he whines.

When you begin to move, you hollow your cheeks, growing faster by the second. He’s a moaning mess, chest heaving and slightly tugging at your hair.

“Ngh—good girl, sucking me so good.” He groans.

Before he can even ask you to your taking him deeper until his tip hits the back of your throat.

“S-Shit!” He jerks, his balls tightening. You gag around him and release his cock with a pop, slowly jerking his tip.

“M’not gonna last much longer.” He moans, he’s slumped into the couch, his thighs shaking a bit.

You wanted nothing more than your boyfriend to finish in your mouth so you pull out a trump card, something you read online.

Without warning you deep throat him once again and he whimpers. You keep his tip hugged against your throat and at the same time you swallow around him, one of your hand moving to massage his balls.

He gasps, his hips bucking against you. His legs twitch and against your hold you can feel his balls tighten.

“M’cumming!” He moans loudly, hunching over you.

His warm seed fills your mouth and you swallow everything you’re given. When you pull of of him he’s a mess.

“Fuck, baby I came a lot.” He lets out a raspy laugh. You place pecks along his softening cock and he jerks again.

“Hey don’t overdue it, you’re gonna make me hard again.” He holds your chin and you smile.

“Did you feel good?” You shyly ask and he smiles, pulling you next to him.

“Of course I did, you did such a good job for me pretty girl.” He whispers, kissing you needly.

His tongue enters your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. You both moan in the kiss and his hands are gripping your thighs.

“Let me have a taste now yea?”

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luvrxbunny · 6 months

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sweet

pairing: bf!Eddie Munson x f!reader

summary: Eddie is trying to see what it takes for you to ask him for help.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, praise kink, dry humping, cum in pants (lmk if i forgot anything)

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i blacked out after two sentences i have no clue where the rest came from. apparently i was too horny to give a proper ending?

Eddie can see your hyper-focus on your hands, his heart is melting at the way you’re trying so hard to follow what he showed you even though he knows you can’t focus when you’re high.

It’s 10:37 pm, you and Eddie are high and he’s been trying to teach you the chords to his new song for 20 minutes now. He’s chuckling quietly as your fingers fumble over the strings again, drawing a frustrated whine from your mouth.

“Aww, It’s okay, baby. You’re doing much better than you were earlier! You’re actually picking this up way faster than I thought you would.” Eddie is genuine when he says it but it’s your reaction that changes that.. that changes his intentions. He watches your face as he praises you, he watches your eyes glaze over, and your lips part gently as a soft smile spreads over your face.

“Th- Thank you, Eddie. That’s so nice of you, thank you.” You sound so out of it. It shocks Eddie for a moment but makes perfect sense. He thinks of all the time you ask him for help with your studies, even though he knows you know the material. He thinks of all the time he cheers for you after getting the right answer, how he praises you and calls you his smart girl. He thinks of all the times you bake for him, asking for him to taste test them even though you’ve made the recipe a million times, he thinks about his exaggerated moans of delight, how he would get on his knees and beg you to make him a batch.

He thinks about times exactly like this one, when he’s playing his guitar for you and you beg him to teach you. He thinks about how quickly you pick them up and how you beam at him when you finally get it. The only difference now is that you’re higher than he’s ever seen you.

You wanted to celebrate for midterms so Eddie rolled you a blunt instead of his usual joints. Of course, his little lightweight got high out of her mind. You got so soft and cuddly that he could’ve never denied you when you asked him real nice to teach you the new chords.

He comes out of his thoughts just in time for him to hear you nail the part you’ve been struggling with, perfectly. His blood rushes to his cock when he notices the way you look up at him, expectantly, almost… desperately. “Such a good job, baby.” It comes out more sultry than he meant it to but he’s never been able to hide his emotions with you.

He watches your eyebrows, twitch in confusion but you don’t break his gaze. You’re waiting for more. He has to take a deep breath as his sensitive tip presses against the zipper of his jeans. His hands are twitching at his sides as he gets up, leaving his desk and making his way to where you sit on his bed. “That was amazing, honey. You’re better than I am, you’re perfect.”

He watches your thighs tense, trying to rub together as your hips lift to press you against his guitar as you get a faraway look in your eyes. You’re looking right at him as you grind yourself into his guitar, he doesn’t think you even realize you’re doing it. He lays down next to you, watching your bottom lip tuck under your teeth as you shake your head with a small smile. “No, not better than you, Eds. I could never beat the best, baby.”

Eddie has to actively bite back a moan at the pet name, he feels like he’s gonna fucking pass out as all his blood rushes south. He knows you’re trying, he knows you’re trying to turn him on, asking him to make you feel good without actually saying the words.

He’s told you time and time again how hot your pet names get him, he knows it’s silly but he cannot help it. Every time you speak to him with any ounce of sweetness he’s fattening up in his jeans. “But you’re perfect then?” He presses his hips forward, loving the pressure your plush thighs provide against his throbbing cock. His eyes almost roll back as he watches a silent moan fall from your mouth as your hips twitch, forward first against his guitar but back again to press into his boner.

He smiles and raises an eyebrow at you, challenging you. You never initiate. He knows you’re shy, he knows it’s hard for you. He knows he’s all of your firsts but he needs— he craves to hear you beg him- to hear you ask him to touch you. He’s insecure, he can’t have this be so one-sided. He wants to see how far he has to push you before you say something.

You’re nodding at him desperately. “Yes- Yes, I’m perfect.” He’s smiling so fondly at your agreement, his dick twitching painfully in his pants. He knows you feel it by the way your hips twitch, pathetically confused and you whine. It’s short and cut off as you turn to put his guitar away, placing it gently on the ground. You brush his cock and give him a beautiful view of your ass in the process. He’s silently begging you to say something, he doesn’t know how long he can keep this up.

You turn back around and just stare at him, waiting for him to say something. He watches confusion bloom over your face, your head tilting like a puppy. He mimics your action with a teasing smile. “Do you have something to ask me, baby?” He watches realization and dread spread over your features.

“Eddie…” Your thighs are rubbing together, nervously or for friction. He doesn’t falter, just looks at you expectantly as you pout. His hips are subconsciously thrusting up into the air, getting hot under your gaze. You press your hand to your forehead, astonishingly stressed at this seemingly simple task. Eddie considers letting up as he analyzes the distress on your face but you speak up.

“Eddie can you-” You whine and avert your gaze. “Can you make me feel good? I—“ You huff out a breath of embarrassment. “I want you to make me cum… please.” His heart bursts at how nicely you ask. He’s taking a slow deep breath, trying to calm himself before answering you but you take his silence as a demand for more. “Eddie please!” You sound so upset, it's so cute. It makes him so hard. “Please, I- I need it. I need you, Eddie, please.” You’re still not looking at him as you whine.

Eddie turns your head and smashes his lips into yours just to shut you up. If you had kept rambling about how bad you need him he would’ve cum in his pants. “Yeah. Yeah, I can make you feel good, baby. What do you wanna do, pretty girl? We can do whatever you want. You asked me so nicely, honey. You’re so sweet.”

He’s desperate and all over you as he speaks. His hands are in your hair as he kisses all over your face and down your neck. You feel like you could suffocate in his need for you, it rushes over you and makes you need him more. “Your- Can we- Eddie.”

He’s biting into your neck as you try to answer. You can feel him smirking in your neck as you struggle to answer him. “ ‘M sorry, baby. Go on, talk. You’re doing so well, honey.” He pulls himself closer to you so he can press his bulge into you again, his eyes fully rolling back at the pressure this time. “I want you to…. fingermeplease?” He moans at the way you rush out the last part of the sentence but still manage to use your manners.

“You want me to finger you, baby? Fuck, yeah. I can do that. Mhm. You wanna sit between my legs? Let me open you up and play?” You’re nodding frantically and whining against his face as he lets filth spill from his lips. “Yeah? Will ‘ya squirm, honey? No, no I bet you’ll stay put like a good girl, huh?”

He pummels you with his embarrassingly arousing words as he gets up to take his pants off (as you do the same), leaving his boxers and situating himself against the headboard. His thick thighs spread wide over his bed, leaving room for you to crawl between them. You don’t move though, you’re too mesmerized by the way his cock is pressing against the fabric, leaking into it and leaving a rapidly spreading dark spot. It can’t help but twitch as you admire him, he can’t take it; the hungry yet somehow innocent look in your eyes as you crawl towards him.

Normally this is the part where you turn around, your legs spread and trembling over his as he shoves his fingers in your pretty pussy over and over until you’re quivering around his fingers, moaning and gripping his hair behind you desperately. Normally this is the part when he presses his boner to your lower back, thrusting against you in time with his fingers, imagining that it’s actually his cock inside you and willing himself not to cum when he pictures it for too long.

Instead, you lift yourself to your knees. His face becomes level with your panties, his hips thrusting into the air as he groans at the pink bow resting on the band. You put your hands on his shoulder and slowly lower yourself onto his lap, letting out the sweetest moan as his soaked cock pushes into your dripping lips. His hands come up to your hips and force you down to him rougher than he meant to when he hears the sweetest whimper of “Oh, Eddie” slip from your throat.

“Oh my fucking god, baby. You feel incredible, so fucking perfect. I can’t take it. Mm- Oh— What happened? I- I thought you wanted my fingers, sweetheart?” He’s throwing his head back and groaning when you collapse into him, leaning your weight on his bulge. You’re huffing out like you’re gonna cum, looking up at him with your pretty, glazed over, fucked out, high as fuck eyes.

“I dunno, Eddie. I- It looked like he was- like he was crying for me.” Your hips stutter with a moan as your eyes roll back, Eddie’s hard cock rubbing against your clit perfectly. He feels like he’s gonna cum as you confess. It confounding to him; how you can say the most whorish things in the sweetest way.

“You are in-fucking-credible, my love. I have no clue how you do this to me. I’m already so close, baby. You’re so amazing, so soft for me, love.” His eyes roll back and he’s losing it.

“You’re gonna make me cum— fuck. Holy shit—faster. Oh-h f-fuck me faster, baby. I love you so much. I- I’m gonna cum so hard. I- dammit. I wanna make you cum first. L-lemme make you cum first- shi-itt.”

You’re rabid against him, your hips moving at a pace that has him weak. You have him questioning who’s in control. He’s wound even tighter when he feels your hips falter, losing their rhythm as your mini whines evolve into desperate moans. “H-Help- Ed—”

Your breathing is scattered as you whine and twitch against him. “Yeah, I’ve got you, baby.” He grabs your hips and grinds you against him, lifting his hips to meet your heavenly pussy and pressing magnificently into your clit. It has your hands digging into his shoulders, dropping down to his waist as you hug yourself to him. You’re moaning into his ear as he feels your thighs tensing on his sides.

“T-tell me-” You whine higher, more pathetically than he’s heard all night, his cock pulses, spurting out a dangerous amount of pre-cum into his boxers. “Tell me I’m good. T-Tell me I’m pretty—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as you buck your hips against him, a newfound energy coursing through you. “Oh- please- please tell me I’m pretty.”

Eddie’s right on the edge, moaning so loud he wouldn’t be surprised if the whole trailer park heard him. “YES- Yes, oh my god. You’re so beautiful, my love. You’re a fucking goddess among peasants. You’re a flower in a field of fucking hay, you’re my dream. You’re my soulmate.” He dissolves into a whine as you cum against him. You’re moaning into his shoulder, trying to muffle yourself in his shirt but you’re too loud.

“There you go, fuck yes. Good girl— Oh shit. I’m gonna-” His eyes are in the back of his skull before he can finish. His hips twitching insanely and spurting out an outrageous amount of cum into the fabric of your panties. He’s panting as he tries to come down but you’re deliriously humping him. Forcing more ropes of cum into his boxers, he just can’t seem to stop.

“Oh. Oh my god- I- I can’t stop. You’re such a good girl. Mine. My good girl. Askin’ me to make you feel good, takin’ what you need. God-” A ragged moan bubbles out of him as his cock finally stops drenching your poor panties.

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mvskedxrtist · 2 months

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Hello there so I saw you write Hazbin hotel you can do this request anytime you want.

Anyway- can I request Alastor x top male reader.

Alastor was in the mood / heat because he a deer demon after all and decide to go ask his husband (reader) too helping just smut and fluff after sex.

Before I request this I already read the rule because I don't want to be unrespectful.

I'm not English so- if I say something that making you confused I am so sorry and apologize for it.

My Needy Deer

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Praise, Edging, Soft Alastor, Slightly OOC Alastor, Oral (M Giving)

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Thank you for the request! Oh my first request! I'm so happy that I was trusted for this prompt! A new star in the form of this will be in the sky because of you! Aka, thank you so much for this! I'm so excited. Now for this request, if Alastor is a bit OOC, I'm sorry. I really tried my hardest to keep him as canon as possible while doing this.

AMAB!Husband!Reader x Alastor - My Needy Deer

It was a normal day in Hell, like usual. Murder, sex, chaos, everything was happening like it has. It was three months away from the fated extermination and Alastor decided to just do a normal radio broadcast for that day.

The Radio Demon was taunting Vox once again through his microphone when he got a sinking feeling in his stomach, heat pulling in as his ears fell on his head. "Damn it..." He muttered and walked out of his studio before heading back towards his shared room in the hotel.

Alastor had walked into the room and sighed gently when he saw you reading on the lounge chair. "Well hello, darling." "Oh, hello Alastor. You finished your show early." You got up from the chair and placed the book on the end table as you got up and petted his head.

You instantly noticed how Alastor's grip on his staff was more stiff than usual and that his ears were down. "Al... Are you ok?" You asked him gently and gave him a soft smile which made his face get slightly red.

He had realized once walking in that he was in his heat and you just getting closer to him just made his urges worse. "My dear husband... It's that time of the year..." Alastor told you gently while his tail was shaking gently, his nerves going a bit crazy until you held his hips gently and chuckled. "Aww, ok then baby."

You placed his staff on the side of the bed and pulled him onto the bed, helping him get undressed quickly. Alastor felt his senses heighten even more and helped you take your clothes off quickly before he started sucking your cock quick. "Gah!~ Fuck yes..~" You groaned under your mouth and leaned back a bit to watch your husband become obsessed once again with your cock.

Alastor whined softly as he continued to suck on your dick, trying to stimulate you quickly so then his heat could be solved faster. You grumbled and pushed Alastor's head off your cock before laying him down and sliding into his asshole quickly, groaning loudly from how tight he was.

You smirked at his dazed face, looking down to see the oh so powerful radio demon seem so fucked out. Alastor's tail and ears were down flat as you were pounding his ass hard, crackling moans coming from his mouth. "S-shit!~ H-hahh~ d-daddy~" He wrapped his arms around your neck while he could feel by going deeper.

Your thrusts went so deep inside of him at such a fast pace that he could barely keep his mind clear, only thinking about you filling him with your cum and giving him fawn. "Such a pretty doe~ so obedient for me~" You caressed his face with your thumbs while you thrusted faster, loud clapping filling the room.

Alastor's face flushed slightly from your words and whined softly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he came all over himself. You chuckled and kissed him gently as you slammed deep inside of him and came inside of his asshole. Alastor was exhausted and gave you a lopsided smile while you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair to calm him down.

"How do you feel my deer?" "Absolutely exhausted, my husband." You both chuckled softly and cuddled against one another, resting for the night.

#my writing #smut #top reader #mvsked.writing #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #dom reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader

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repulsiveliquidation · 3 months

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all the rain in the world.

warnings : angst, mentions of injury and binge-drinking. not proofread.

based on this poem!

all the rain in the world, can’t wash away how I feel about you.

Alexia watches as you wrap your arms around her. That gorgeous smile on your face was one that she wished she put on your face. Your eyes sparkled in the dim light as her hands held your waist and lifted you in her arms.

Her hands held you up with practiced ease. She pulled that giggle out of you way too easily. The others were enjoying the PDA. She heard Pina and Patri making fun of you and her. She heard them tell you two to get a room. She heard them say they wished to find a love like yours.

It made Alexia’s blood boil. She knew she had no right to be angry. You moved on too quickly in her opinion, leaving her to pick up the pieces. In her eyes, you abandoned her when she needed you. In the back of her head though, she knew she was to blame. She never gave you a chance.

In her anger, she gripped her water bottle so tight it was squirting water all over the changing room floor. She was sure if she let go she would do something she’d regret. Mapí notices her seething anger and places a hand on her shoulder and she shrugs it off, before standing and throwing the bottle into her cubby as she stomps out of the changing room. She stands just outside the door and takes deep breaths, fists clenched tight by her sides.

She could feel the tears pricking in her eyes. She breathed in her nose and out her mouth, praying for her tears to go away. She was shaking with how hard she was trying not the cry before she heard your voice muffled in the room.

“Was that Alexia?” you say, the sound of your cleats hitting the hard floor was clear as day. A chorus of yeah’s and I think so’s followed. The tears fell on their own, her heart breaking as she detected the genuine concern in your voice before she heard footsteps coming towards the door. She wiped her tears as fast as she could and walked towards the bathrooms to compose herself. You call out for her and she just walks faster, locking herself in the far stall trying to muffle her sniffling.

“Ale?” you call, voice as soft as can be. Alexia bites her lip and her head hits the wall, her hands over her mouth to try and pretend she’s not in there. You can hear her crying and trying to suppress her sounds, your heart clenching uncomfortably in your chest when you hear your best friend’s sobs.

“Ale, qué pasa?”

“No es nada.”

“The way you’re crying doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“I said it’s nothing, just leave me alone!” Alexia yells, opening the door and storming out of the bathroom. She doesn’t see the tears on your face, heart aching just like hers was at the thought of her best friend not trusting her with her troubles.

Alexia bumps into her on the way out of the bathroom, mumbling a half-hearted sorry as she runs back to the changing room to grab her things and go home. She looks at the captain in bewilderment and steps into the bathroom to find her girlfriend splashing water on her tear-stained face.

“What did she say?” she asks, rubbing her girlfriend’s back. You shrug, sighing before hugging her.

“She hasn’t spoken to me properly in weeks, amor. I don’t know what I did wrong,” you mumble into her neck. She rubs soothing circles on your back and reassures you, citing that Alexia was probably stressed about her knee and was closing herself off like she usually did when she was struggling.

“This is not like her, she knows she can always come to me for help,”

“Give her some time, mi amor. She’ll come around.”

it makes me think how rain can flood, and love can sometimes feel smothering.

“Amor, keep up!”

“Ale, you’re the one with the long fucking legs!”

Alexia stops and you manage to catch up, bent over clutching the stitch in your side. She’s laughing and does not sound like she’s fighting for her life and you think you’ve got just enough energy to strangle your girlfriend.

“Why do you do this to me? Don’t you love me?”

“I love you so much, bebé. I am helping you, you just don’t see it yet,” she teases, starting to jog again. You’re about two miles from your house, Alexia was the one who thought it would be a good idea to go on a run before training that morning. She came knocking on your door, welcomed in by your mother who playfully scolded you for not being productive like Alexia.

You get home and are knackered, throwing your shirt off in front of Alexia. Being an 18-year-old with little to no experience in the bedroom, your actions put a blush on her face. You’re lying on the couch, chest heaving as the Barcelona heat rendered you out of breath. Alexia’s breath hitched in her throat for other reasons, eyes trained on your chest shamelessly. She didn’t realize she was staring till you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, grinning at her.

“Is there something here that interests you, Ms. Putellas?”

“Huh?”

“You’re staring, amor.”

“No, I am not.”

You stand, sauntering over before wrapping your arms around her neck. Her big hands come to rest on your hips instinctively, pulling you into her. You press your lips to hers and she kisses back eagerly. Her skin is hot from the run, her lips soft as ever. She pulls away and you smile, caressing the back of her neck.

“You know,” you say looking at the grandfather clock in the living room, “we’ve got two hours before training. That’s plenty of time to have a little fun…”

“Let’s not waste any time then,” Alexia grins, grabbing your arm and pulling you upstairs. She thanks all the gods she can remember that your mother isn’t home to hear all the sounds she hoped to pull out of you.

i want to be the small bit of sunshine, you carry around in your heart.

Alexia lays her head in your lap, listening as you read to her. You’re on a picnic together, one that Alexia herself put together. She got her mother to make your favorite and insisted on feeding you, giving you sweet kisses in between each mouthful.

She remembered the laugh you let out when Nala got loose and Alexia had to chase her, screaming at Nala to stop being a naughty girl and come back to her. Nala seemed to run even faster but made an abrupt U-turn when you whistled for her. She happily ran back to you, settled in your lap panting away. Alexia walked back over to you with a frown on her face, sitting on the picnic blanket facing away from you.

“Amor,” you coo, stroking Nala’s soft fur. Alexia huffs, arms crossed as she mumbles away under her breath.

“Alexia,” you try again, grinning as Nala crawls off your lap towards her mother. She doesn’t react as Nala climbs into her lap and begins licking the Catalan’s stone-faced expression. You scoot closer to her and lean on your arm with your legs stretched out and crossed. You struggle to suppress a smile and so does Alexia as she lifts Nala into the air.

“You betrayed me, pequeña. Mami is very hurt, you know,” she tells the little dog, hugging the squirming animal close to her chest. You chuckle and lean into her, Alexia pressing a long, loving kiss to your lips.

“I’m clearly her favorite,” you whisper and Alexia nods, stroking Nala gently.

“Guess I have to keep you around forever then.”

the person who reminds you of blue skies, and loves you the way you are.

“How much have you had to drink?” you ask her, mentally counting the number of empty bottles in the living room. Her injury setback was taking a toll on her and she was on a weekend bender, not picking up any of your calls or texts since Friday. You’ve been worried sick the whole time but couldn’t check on her since you were in London visiting your brother who worked there.

You called Mapí on Sunday panicking, asking if she had heard from Alexia all weekend. Ingrid was listening in and immediately assured you that they would check on her for you. You thanked them profusely before hanging up and pulling your laptop out to change your flight.

Mapí called just as your brother dropped you off at the airport, telling you that Alexia refused to open the door and you had the other key. You thanked Mapi and Ingrid for trying to check on her and that you were on the way home but they insisted on waiting for you to get back. You apologized to your brother for cutting your holiday short and he understood your distress, telling you to “go make sure she’s okay, kiddo. She needs you.”

Two hours later, you three stood in front of a very drunk Alexia with similar looks of anger and concern. Alexia only stared back at the three of you with a stupid grin on her face, boldly offering you a sip of what looked like her 15th bottle of beer.

“What are you doing to yourself? Are you insane?” you scolded, not letting her answer you. Ingrid was halfway through cleaning up all the bottles and plates, leaving Mapí and you to deal with Alexia.

“Amor, I missed youuuuu,” she slurred, standing up sharply before sitting back down when a sharp pain shot through her leg.

Mapí chews her out as you stand there at a loss for words. For weeks Alexia had kept you locked out, merely shrugging her problems off like they didn’t affect her when they did. She insisted that she would be fine while you were away, albeit a little offended when you told her Alba would come and check on her on Saturday. You didn’t like leaving her alone when she clearly needed you but you had booked this holiday before she was hurt again.

That was merely the beginning of her rapid decline, spending more and more time at the local bar after her rehab, and over time she got home later and later. You stayed up the first month, gently ushering her into the house and to bed, even picking her up a few times at odd hours when she was too out of it to call an Uber, let alone drive.

The fifth time you were woken up by her unique ringtone you had had enough, deciding then and there that this was the last time.

“Bebita! Ahí está mi hermosa chica!” she mumbled drunkenly as she got into the passenger seat. She leaned over for a kiss and you pushed her away, steam coming out of your ears. You didn’t know who was sitting in your passenger seat, this was not the overly responsible, i-never-drink-during-the-season, dedicated captain you had loved for over ten years, this was a broken version of that and you couldn’t stand the person she was becoming.

This was not the woman your 18-year-old self knew you were marrying. This was not the woman who made you race her before training “just because.” This was not the woman who got jealous of you because her dog learned to love you more than her. This was a woman who was destroying herself because she was stubborn and refused to admit she needed help, who refused to admit she needed you. There was some fault that was on your end, you clearly didn’t show her that she could lean on you no matter what. She didn’t think you were safe enough to be let into her noisy mind. You failed her. Insecurity filled your mind and you couldn’t face the impending fear of losing her so you took matters into your own hands.

You left that morning with a duffel back and a note placed on your side on the bed. Alexia woke up with a splitting headache, wanting nothing else than to bury her face in your hair and refuse to let you out of bed. She threw her hand over to your side and was met with cold sheets. She dragged her hand down the expanse of your side of the bed and felt the ruffle of paper, eyes shooting open in fear.

Her heart was in her throat and her headache a mere afterthought as she read your beautiful handwriting. You stated that you couldn’t deal with her absence any longer, the last few months felt like you had a roommate and not a girlfriend. You expressed that you felt upset with yourself for not giving you the confidence to come to you with her problems and she smudged your last words with her tears. They rained down on your letter, her heart ripped out of her chest as she realized she’d lost you forever.

#alexia putellas #alexia putellas angst #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #fc barca femeni #espwnt #woso imagines #woso x reader #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso soccer #woso #woso one shot

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tasteracha · 1 year

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pleaseeeeeeee write something about minho's long hair, i'm begging and freaking out 😫😫😫

a/n: oh i’m screaming. this ask was made for me. i can’t do this. i’m going to go more feral than i already AM DHSKDJDHD

your hands tangle into his hair, strands of it spilling out of your fingers as you pull him closer to you. it’s so soft, silky and pillowy in your grip, unlike the way his teeth scrape over the skin of your throat.

his lips don’t leave your neck as he lines himself up at your entrance, collecting your juices on him to make the slide easier. his cock passes over your sensitive clit and you arch up into him, bucking your hips against his.

“in,” you gasp, repeating the action when he properly bites your neck and sucks at the spot. “inside of me, now.”

he leans over you with a chuckle, tufts of his dark hair falling over his face and shrouding him in darkness. his glinting eyes are peeking through the strands, catlike and squinted as he takes you in. his face goes slack as he sinks into you, eyelids fluttering closed in pleasure as he rocks into you slowly. his hair follows his movements, swinging back and forth as he moves in you, and you can’t help but be transfixed by it.

your hand moves to tuck a bit behind his ears and you revel in how red his ear has turned. the lock slinks back out as quickly as it was tucked away, spurred on by how he’s started to fuck into you faster. you’re rewarded with a soft moan when you scratch a bit at his scalp and his movements stutter a bit. you try out a tug, a small piece of his hair locked between your fingers, and he gasps. that’s new.

he moves back to look at you with wide eyes, his cock forgotten and hard inside of you while he stared at you in reverence.

“do that again,” he says, breathless. all hints of his precious confidence, his casual humor as he makes you fall apart under him, are done. you do what he says, taking more of his hair into your hand and pulling, harder than before. his entire body shudders as he collapses against you, head pressed into your neck to hide his whine as his hips pick back up in a harsh rhythm.

usually, he loves to take his time with you, making you shake apart several times before finishing, your pleasure overriding his. but now, with your hands tangled into his long hair and tugging at it, his movements are almost wild as he fucks into you with a rare kind of desperation. he comes in you at the same time as you do, when you pull especially hard as you clench around him over and over. the room is filled with your moans twisting around each others’, pants and groans escaping into the air in bright colors.

you release your hands as he pulls out, the sight of him almost sending you into a spiral. his hair is a mess, carefully crafted strands mussed up from your work. his face is flushed, a war of embarrassment and pleasure making itself known.

“well,” he says, moving down your body until he’s a hair’s breadth away from your pulsing core. “looks like you discovered something new. don’t you think you deserve a reward, kitten?”

he dives in, lapping up his own release from your body, his tongue feeling perfect on your aching pussy. his hands move to grasp yours, guiding them to land on his head.

oh.

with his permission granted, you twine your fingers back into his hair like they belong there, pulling his head further into you and chasing your pleasure. he moans against you, the hum of it sending vibrations sparking up your spine.

even when it becomes too much, when your oversensitivity takes control and every stripe of his tongue or brush of his lips makes you buck up, he keeps going. your hands fist into his hair, trying to tug him off of you but he just groans into you and keeps going, one arm reaching up to brace against your hips, holding you down against the bed.

when you’re both laying in bed, teeth brushed and showered and in clean clothes, you tug experimentally at his hair. you can’t help the smile that takes over your face when he inhales sharply, sharp eyes flickering over you.

“careful,” he drawls out, pulling you into him and trapping your hands between your bodies.

you’re definitely using this knowledge to your advantage from now on.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #lee know imagines

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leossmoonn · 6 months

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imagine mike waking up in the middle of the night of his day off because reader got riled up by a dream and now shes grinding on him and kissing his neck trying to wake him up

18+ below the cut (includes somnophilia, dub con)

usually if you had a sex dream, you’d either use your vibrator or just sleep it off. but tonight you had mike and you wanted to take full advantage of that.

you’re embarrassingly wet and needy. you’ve been this way from the moment he told you he had the night off. you stayed the night in, relaxing and catching up on some episodes of your favorite tv show. sex crossed your mind a few times, but mike was so tired, you knew he needed the rest. but you two haven’t had sex in, let’s be honest, a few weeks. the moment you two got into bed, your mind started racing. you left him alone, wanting him to get sleep, but you just couldn’t take it anymore.

your hands tremble as you sit up in the bed, peering over at mike who appears to be sleeping soundly. his lips are parted, soft snores coming from the back of his throat. your squeeze your thighs together, your cunt throbbing as you imagine his mouth on you. one of his arm is under his pillow, the other reached out in the middle of the bed. it had been in your hip most of the night, not helping the dirty thoughts that crept into your mind.

you flip to your side so you’re now facing him. you curl up into him and his arm wraps around you, pulling you in. his hand is resting on the small of your back, making your body feel all tingly and warm. you place your hand on his chest, fisting his t shirt in your hand. you wrap your leg around him, placing yourself so you’re resting against his thigh.

“mike?” you whisper. you watch his eyes flutter. you’re thankful he’s not a heavy sleeper. you start to grind yourself on his bare thigh, your panties catching your clit. you stifle a moan, pressing your face into his pillow. god, you feel so pathetic, but you’ve been aching for him for what seems like centuries.

his hand that’s under his pillow slides down and wraps around the back of your thigh. you peek at his face. he’s still asleep it seems. his fingers are so close to your pussy, you feel like you’re going to explode.

“mike,” you say again now in a whimper. you whine helplessly, your hand tugging on his shirt weakly. your lips come up to his nose and you peck the side of it, trailing down to his cheekbones. “wake up, mike, please,” you beg. your kisses are sloppy, leaving a trail of saliva from his mouth to his jawline.

“mmmm,” he stirs. his eyes are fluttering now. you can’t help but move faster against him. “wake up, i need you mike,” you whisper.

he doesn’t say anything. his hand moves up to your hips and he scoots down the bed, placing you against his cock. it’s hard and his boxers are a little damp. you whine loudly and he slaps a hand over your mouth. he’s definitely awake now.

“be quiet if you want to come,” he grumbles.

butterflies flutter in your tummy and you nod, screwing your eyes shut and biting your lip in attempt to stay silent. your shirt begins to ride up and he latches onto your breast, sucking on your nipple.

“mikey,” you whine against his hand. he lets out a small groan, his hand that’s on your waist moving to your ass as squeezing the flesh.

you bury your face in the pillow as you come. he comes shortly after and you feel it pool on your lower tummy. you can’t help but sign in relief.

mike gets up and to clean himself off, changing underwear and hopping back into bed. he looks at you with a little teasing grin and you shy away.

“sorry,” you say. he shakes his head, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close. “don’t say sorry. did you get what you wanted?”

you nod with a small smile. he begins to kiss your neck and his hands slip under your shirt. he trails down your stomach, lining kisses along the seems of your panties.

“mind if i give you something else?” he asks. without a word, you spread your legs as an invitation.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike schmidt smut

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comicaster0id · 1 year

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shower surprise

Fm; Ethan Landry x reader

I haven't seen anyone write a shower sex story with Ethan so here yall go. This was also kinda rushed so sorry if it’s not that good. ALSO not proofread!

Warning: smut, shower sex, unprotected sex (stay safe)

You were in the shower. You’d had a long day and ended it with a work out so you needed the break. The steam of the shower was helping you relax.

Your dorm was empty. Tara was out with Chad and Sam and Quinn were hanging out together. Usually your boyfriend Ethan would come over and you guys would either study or watch a movie together but today he had econ and you were missing him so much. You were thinking about what the evening would’ve looked like if he was with you.

Ethan would have probably cooked you guys some kind of pasta for dinner and would have turned on a movie while working on some class assignments ending the night with a good makeout session or fucking if you were lucky enough. You missed him so much.

You were deep in thought, you barely noticed a body stepping into the bathroom. You had a standing shower with glass walls, but they were all steamed up. It wasn’t until you heard the door slide open that you opened your eyes, trying to avoid the spray of the shower.

Ethan was in the shower with you. You were so confused but before you could ask why he was in your dorm, but he spun you around. You could feel his naked body pressing behind you and wondered when he had time to strip. It was a silly thing to think of first, but it’s all you could think about with his hard cock pressing between you two.

“Econ got out early today. I missed you so much baby.” Ethan whispers, his breath fanning over your ear. Your pulse quipped like how it always did when around him.

Ethan moved his hand to the back of your neck, tilting your head up to give you a warm kiss. You lost all words when it came to him. He knew what you wanted and he didn’t make you wait long.

He picks up both of your thighs, bringing them to circle around your waist. Your shower was long forgotten but something better had replaced it. Ethan wasted no time slipping into you, his thick cock filling you in ways you couldn’t describe.

You let out a small moan. You heard Ethen release a grunt from the back of his throat. He was working small soft strokes into you. Ethan usually was rough from the beginning till the end so soft kisses and slow strokes wasn’t like him. It was different for him and before you could say anything he spoke.

“I missed you so much baby, lemme savor you before giving you what you want.” He was speaking incoherently but you understood.

You felt your heart melt a little more. You whined and nodded your head. Ethan still steadily fucking you. You loved how he usually fucked but you loved this too. To be honest, you loved anything Ethan loved.

You felt your lower half tense, Ethan still working you to your orgasm. You could feel every inch, vein and tweak of his cock, all of it adding to your sensations. Ethan put his lips back to yours, your moans going straight down his throat. He wanted you so badly, he wanted to swallow every noise you made. You came. Ethan didn’t follow, in fact his cock felt harder than before.

“Fuck, baby your cunt is gripping me so tight.” Ethan grunted.

Your body was still shaking from your orgasm and he took that opportunity to start fucking into you faster. His hands pulling you off his cock only to then slam you back down, moving your body like it was nothing.

You couldn’t stop shaking, your stomach was aching but you knew you had more to give him. Your hands gripped his neck tighter, trying to hold onto his fast moving body. He was fucking you so fast you couldn’t even catch your breath, no need to when he would just take it again anyways.

You felt his cock twitch and knew he would cum soon and you couldn’t wait. All you could hear was moans worthy of the big screen and whines all coming from you. Ethan’s moans and grunts added to the music you were creating. The steam from the bathroom wasn’t helping you to think straight. All you knew was that you needed Ethans cum immediately.

“Please-” Your pleading was cut short with an abrupt thrust, “please, please give me your cum.” You managed to let out.

“You want it? It’s all yours baby.” Ethan echos. The second you feel his warm cum, you can't help but follow him and cum again yourself. Leaving you both panting and heavy breathing in the shower.

“I’m never leaving again baby.” Ethan murmurs. You can barely hear him over your heart beats. You wondered how you got so lucky.

#ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #shower smut #smut writing #scream 6 #ethan landry fanfiction

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/moonstruckme/732380895517032448/how-blind-do-you-think-james-is-without-his

I also wear glasses and I can't see well without them. Imagine reader looking for her glasses because she and James slept on the sofa and ended up losing them, she asks him for help but he also lost his. It would be funny for the two of them to try to find their glasses inside the sofa with just the touch of their hands and with their eyes half closed to see if they can see better and find them.

Yessss, thanks babe!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 689 words

You rouse to sweet, tender kisses on your shoulder. Then your clavicle, then your throat, and that’s odd. Your brows furrow as you blink your eyes open. James usually goes straight for your face when he’s feeling lovey. His lips feel odd, imprecise as they move up your neck. Like he’s searching.

“Sweetheart.” James' voice is soft and honeyed. “My sweetest, most beautiful girl, I need your help. Wake up, please.”

“M’up.” Your hand finds his hair, curls fluffy from sleep. “What is it, Jamie?”

“I slept for too long,” he tells you, leaning up into your touch. “I dunno what time it is, but it’s dark and I’m sure I’m supposed to be at practice, and I can’t find my glasses.”

“Alright,” you sigh, arching up off the couch in one of those deeply satisfying stretches you can only have after a good nap. “Okay, let me—” You go to rub your eyes under your glasses, only to find there’s nothing in the way. “Shit. My glasses are gone too.”

James groans. “No way. They’re not next to your face?”

You’re already sitting up, patting around where you’d been lying. Your hands meet only the plush cushions of your couch. “Nope. God, we must have been sleeping hard, huh?”

“Haven’t had a nap that good in at least a decade,” James agrees. “Alright, get up so I can have a feel.” Even without being able to see you, he must sense the look on your face, because he clarifies, “A feel of the couch, you degenerate. Move.”

You snicker as you get up, joining him in feeling around the couch. “Your vision’s better than mine. Can you see anything?”

“Pfft. Blind’s blind, sweetheart. It’s all blob to me. Hey, I’m going to shake out this blanket, let’s see if we hear anything hit the ground, yeah?”

You both fall silent as James jerks the blanket up and down, waiting for the telltale clatter of something hitting the floor. He makes a dissatisfied sound once it’s clear nothing’s going to happen, but you drop to your hands and knees to feel around the floor just in case.

“Careful, I’m by your feet.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Christ, love, I’m not so blind I can’t detect movement.”

You start giggling and can’t stop, shoulders shaking as you crawl around on the floor.

You can hear the smile in James’ voice when he asks, “What’s so funny?”

“This is just so ridiculous,” you laugh. “It’s the blind leading the blind. How’d we both lose them?”

“Best nap ever,” James says solemnly.

“True,” you say. “Maybe if we—hey, wait, I found something! It’s—oh. It’s yours.”

James all but lunges for you, taking the glasses from your hands as you come up to your knees. “Well don’t sound so happy about it.” He brings his hands towards his face, and that’s as much as you can make out. Then they come back for you, gripping your jaw with newfound precision to guide your lips to his. “Thanks, angel.”

It’s odd not being able to see him when you know he can see you, your pleased smile at his endearment. “Can you see mine?”

“I’m looking, just a sec.” James brushes a touch against your shoulder on his way to the couch, and you can hear the cushions rustling with faster, surer movements. “Got ‘em. Hold still, sweetheart.”

You do as he says. You know just as well as he does that you could put them on yourself, but you like when James does things for you and James likes when you go all soft and smiley on him. He slides the frames onto your face, taking a moment longer to straighten them on your nose than he strictly needs to.

“Thanks,” you say, glad for your restored vision when James smiles, dazzling as usual.

“Anything for you,” he replies gallantly. He angles his head, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. Then another, more lingering than the first.

“Don’t you have to get to practice?”

James hums. “You know how I thought it was dark outside? Turns out we’d closed the curtains.”

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ilwonuu · 3 months

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☪︎* focus. x.dejun

summary- your boyfriend comes over to help you study. he is very smart and fucking hot which makes him the perfect person to help with your homework. how does he expect you to focus when he looks so good all the time.

warnings- meandom ish! xiaojun, subby reader???, rough sex, choking, creampie, unprotected sex, pinv, smut with no plot kinda, fingering,degrading, pet names-baby,beautiful,good girl, slut (lmk if i missed anything)

authors note- i cant stop thinking about xiaojun. save me on my youth xiaojun save me!!!!

18+ mdni

30 mins. 30 mins of you thinking of xiaojun fucking you. you should be thinking about the homework problems he is trying to get you to solve. knowing that you will not be focusing anytime soon. “junnie? can we take a break?” he shifts looking at you fully. “a break baby you only did one of the questions.” he says in a slight laugh.

“i know but i can’t focus i just need a quick break.” he smirks at you. “and what is causing you not to be able to focus hm?” he pulls you to sit next to him on the bed moving you from your desk chair. “i don’t know i’m just thinking of um other things.” hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions as you smile cutely at him. “other things? wanna tell me what things?” he starts kissing your neck softly. “i just want you.”

he tsks “baby you have me. what did i say about using your words? you being a bad girl isn’t gonna get you what you want. tell me what you want.” he rubs your thigh slightly looking at you with an innocent smile. you hate that fucking smile. you know what he is doing and so does he. he knows you’re needy. “c-can you fuck me?” he nods. “see baby being a good girl can get you what you want quicker.” he pulls your shirt off you taking his own off shortly after. removing his own shorts and pulling yours down.

“you want my fingers or my mouth beautiful?” feeling his fingers rubbing on your clothed clit slowly. “i just need you p-please just touch me! do something!” he smirks at you. “baby you’re being really bad huh? i can fucking stop touching you all together hm? leave you here to finger fuck yourself like the bad girl you are.” you feel him pull his fingers away from your panties. “n-no please! i will be good i swear. fingers i want your fingers please.” he praises you with neck kisses. “my good girl. i will give you what you want. since you asked so nicely.” quickly inserting two fingers inside you.

“f-faster please.” he adds another finger watching you as you get lost on the feeling fucking yourself on his fingers. “usually i would punish you for how bad you’re being but im feeling nice so i’ll let you cum and then fuck you till you can’t fucking speak.” he moves his fingers quicker inside you feeling you clench. pulling you into a messy kiss. “i’m g-gonna cum! please don’t stop please please.” not stopping or changing his movements kissing you again. “yea baby? cum on my fingers baby. you’re being such a good girl begging.” his words going straight to your pussy. coming hard on his fingers while shaking. “look at this pretty mess you made. fuck baby you’re so fucking wet.” he pulls his finger out of you. pulling his boxers down to let his dick out shifting to lay you down so he is now on top of you. “you still want it baby?” you have never nodded quicker. causing him to laugh at you. “you know what you need to do baby. i need to hear words.”

“yes! xiaojun if you do not fuck me right now im gonna cry.” he lines his dick up with you entrance. “you want to be a bad girl again? i’ll fuck you like the slut you are. i bet you’ll love that right beautiful?” he pushes his dick all the way in wrapping his hand around your neck slightly. immediately fucking you deep and hard into the mattress. you can’t even form a sentence if he asked you to. you are fucking dumb and he just started fucking you. “f-fuck you’re so wet.” he doesn’t stop his pace slightly choking you harder. “j-junnie slow down i-im gonna cum.” he smiles at you and rubs your clit with his thrusts. “no no i’m not fucking slowing down. you wanted this right? to be fucked like a slut. fucking take it.”

he holds your waist moving one of your legs up so he is fucking you deeper. “junnie im coming!!.” your legs shaking as you cream on his cock. “f-fuck y/n me too just a little longer. you can take it.” he fucks you harder dick twitching as he cums deep inside you. “fuckk baby you feel so good. i don’t ever want to stop.” he pulls your face up to kiss your face all over. slowly watching as his dick pulls out of you.

“lets get you cleaned up and then you’re going back to your homework. hopefully you’ll be able to focus this time.”

#wayv #wayv smut #nct wayv #xiaojun #xiao dejun #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct smut #nct

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First Date

The first thought I had when I saw him was that he looked even better than his profile. We’d matched on Tinder, and after a few days of messaging back and forth, we’d agreed to have a first date. He’d suggested a new restaurant in our area and he was even sweet enough to drive all the way across town to my apartment to pick me up.

Dinner was lovely, the food and drinks amazing and the conversation even better. He was charming and funny and I don’t remember when I’d been so at ease on a first date.

After dinner, he drove me back to my apartment and we sat in his car, still talking and laughing nonstop. I turn to him and shyly ask if he’d want to come up to my apartment for some coffee or dessert. I’m usually not one to invite guys over at night but everything about him has been so perfect and I’m reluctant to let this night end. He smiles and agrees, and we head in up to my apartment.

We’re laughing as we get to my door and I unlock it to let us in. “I’m sorry, it’s a bit of a mess, I wasn’t expecting to bring someone over so I didn’t have a chance to tidy up,” I say, looking around my space before looking up at him.

He smiles at me, but suddenly his expression changes to something sinister. Before I can process the change, he grabs me by the throat and slams me against the door I’d just shut and locked. I cry out, mostly from shock than pain, but his hand cracks across my face, the slap stunning me.

“Shut the fuck up, slut. I’ve been so patient with you all night, listening to your stupid little stories and laughing with you about your dumb little life when all I want is for you to shut up.” He snarls into my ear and I whimper in response, “I don’t understand, please stop! I’m sorry, I thought we were having a good time!”

“Oh this is about to be a good time,” he laughs darkly as he uses his body to pin mine even harder against the door. I let out a soft sob, feeling the hard outline of his cock press against my stomach. I push against him desperately and he hardly moves. In one swift movement, he grabs both my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head, leaving my body stretched out and exposed.

“Please stop, I’m sorry, we never have the see each other again!” I beg him, wanting him to just let me go and leave. His grip on my wrist tightens and his other hand comes up to cup my tits. “Oh no, I’m sure we’ll be seeing lots more of each other,” he says, the dark promise sending shivers down my spine.

His fingers brush over my nipple, the feeling making me gasp even though it’s over my clothes and bra. I wince a little, remembering how I’d even put on a sexy, lacy matching set in preparation for the date. He lets his hand trail downwards, and he slides it under my dress, gripping my thigh.

“Keep your legs apart for me or I’m going to be much meaner to you, slut.” His hand comes to cup my pussy and I whine softly, shaking my head desperately. He lets out a dark chuckle when he realizes that I’m drenched and my panties are soaked.

“Little slut, look at how your dripping for me. It looks like the idea of getting violated on your first date is exciting your cunt.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, not that I have anything to say to that. His fingers deftly slide under my panties and part my folds as one finger pushes into my pussy, my wetness offering him no resistance whatsoever. I gasp and let out a broken moan as the feeling overwhelms me.

His finger starts to move as a second one finds my clit and begins a relentless assault on my throbbing button. I can’t help but groan as the pleasure builds and I can feel my hips thrusting upwards, chasing the pleasure he’s forcing onto me. I want to hate it but it feels so good and I can feel myself being pushed toward an orgasm. He knows it too.

"Good little slut, I know how much you like this. Look at you, you're about to cum all over my fingers after just telling me how you didn't want any of this." He works his fingers faster, adding another inside of me as he curls upwards to rub my g-spot, making my knees buckle as my moans become even louder. I shouldn't want this, I shouldn't be moaning loud enough for my neighbors to hear, and I definitely shouldn't be able to cum right now.

"Come on, cum for me, slut. Cum for your rapist," he growls into my ear and I explode. I arch my back and wail as my orgasm rushes over me, my pussy clenching around his fingers and my clit pulsing in time to my heartbeat. He works me through my orgasm as my body goes limp against the wall.

He finally pulls his hand away and I watch through half-lidded eyes as he brings his hand up to his mouth and licks his fingers. I watch him pull off his belt and unbuckle his pants. "Get on your knees, slut," he says, pulling me harshly towards the floor. I sniff back tears as I lower myself down, feeling the hardwood of my entry way dig into my knees. He grabs my face, "Open that slutty little mouth."

I do as he says and he smiles. I watch as he reaches into his pants and pulls out his long, hard cock. I whimper softly, unconsciously rubbing my thighs together and feeling saliva collect in my mouth. His cock is gorgeously thick, veined, long, and so hard. I can't imagine how he'll fit fully into my mouth but before I can think about it too much, he slips the head of it between my lips.

"If you even think about using your teeth, I will choke the life out of you," he says as he thrusts deep into my mouth. He isn't slow or nice or gentle. His cock hits the back of my throat and tears well up in my eyes as I gag around him. He doesn't care as he sets a punishing pace, thrusting into my mouth while I can barely breathe. He groans above me, "Fuck, your little mouth is much better on my cock that it is spouting your stupid stories."

I choke around his cock, feeling it enter deeper into my throat. Eventually, I find a rhythm, bobbing my head in time with his thrusts and drawing in gasps of air in between each one. I can feel my pussy clenching emptily and my clit throbbing. His cock feels so good in my mouth, and I can't help but wonder how fast he could make me cum with it in my cunt.

I hear his groans change in pitch, and I know he's close. My previous rhythm is lost when his hips speed up and he grabs a fistful of my hair in one hand. He thrusts his cock deeper into my throat and he cums. My throat works to swallow all of his cum as I feel his hips stop moving. His cock is still hard as he pulls away, a string of my spit clinging on as he backs away from me slightly.

"Fuck, you're a perfect little cocksucker." He leans against my apartment door briefly as I sit back on my heels, giving my knees a break and looking up at him. "Please, just leave, you got what you wanted," I beg, still clinging on to unfounded hope and whatever dignity I had left. He laughs, "Oh no, little slut, I'm not even close to getting what I want, and we are far from done. By the time I finish, you won't want me to leave."

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," he says, pushing off the door and coming to kneel next to me. I feel my heart drop, knowing that he's going to fuck my cunt next and there's nothing I can do to stop him. He grabs my hair, and shoves my head down, "I said on your hands and knees, you slut."

I whine at the pain in my scalp and my arms come to catch myself before I fall face-first into the floor. He's behind me now and I crane my neck, trying to keep him in my eyeline. I feel him flip the skirt of my dress up, revealing my damp panties that he yanks down to my knees. Suddenly, I feel his hand come crashing down on my ass, pain shooting through me as he spanks me hard. I cry out and he spanks me a second time, just as hard.

"Little sluts that get wet and cum for their rapists deserve to be treated like this," he says and I feel my face flush with humiliation. He spanks me several more times, each time forcing a sob from my lips. Then, I feel him press against me and I feel the tip of his cock nudge my pussy lips.

"Wait no! Please stop!" I wail desperately, my begging ending in a scream as he ignores me and slams deep into my cunt. I feel my pussy flutter around his cock, my wetness making his violation of my body seamless and effortless. His cock feels so good inside of me, his thickness splitting me open in the best way, and I feel the head of his cock push up against my g-spot, making me see stars. This time, he's nice enough to give me a moment to adjust before he starts.

His starts thrusting deep and fast, not letting me do anything except feel. I can hear the wanton sounds coming from my mouth and the lewd sound of my pussy clenching around his cock. I'm too far gone to care about anything other than the pleasure that is radiating from my core. One of his hands is on my hip, holding me still and the other one wraps around my hair, pulling my head up to make my back arch. I'm moaning, whimpering, and screaming out in pleasure and I can feel my orgasm rapidly approaching.

"That's it, slut. You're taking my cock so fucking well. I'm going to make you cream all over my cock, cum on your rapists cock, you dirty little slut." He growls into my ear as his hand leaves my hip to travel down to pluck at my clit. I scream louder in response as the combined pleasure peaks in an all-consuming orgasm. My cunt is clenching hard on his cock and I hear him groan deeply in response.

I'm still cumming when I hear him curse behind me, "I'm going to cum in your cunt, take your rapist's cum, you fucking slut." I feel his thrusts stutter and his hot cum floods my pussy. My cunt is still fluttering around him and I'm delirious with pleasure and exhaustion as I feel him pull out of me, leaving me empty and wanting. He lays me down gently on the floor and lies down next to me, draping an arm over my waist as he props his head up on one arm. I blink up at him blearily and smile a little.

He grins and leans in for a soft kiss. "So, when's our second date?"

I smile and press myself against him, "How about you stay the night and we figure that out tomorrow morning?"

Idea Credit to @thighsquivering

#nsft concept #cnc k!nk #dark fantasy #rap3 fantasy #rap3fetish #tw rap3

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