#i really wanna get treated like a cute boy with a sensitive pussy is that so hard to ask

[sensitivegoblin]

I'm officially on and turned on

#highpost #my brain is confusing and I need to turn it off #so m*st*rb*t**n and p*rn for me tonight #i really wanna get treated like a cute boy with a sensitive pussy is that so hard to ask #im tired of being a girl tbh :(

[springnote]

How Submissive or Dominant They are

Includes: Vash the Stampede, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Meryl Stryfe, Million Knives, Livio, Legato, and Milly Thompson

warnings: nsfw minors dni, gn reader with a vagina, oral (m and f receiving), piv sex, nipple play, anal fingering, teasing, face sitting, thigh riding, bondage, pegging

Note: may have gone overboard but I hope this feeds the fellow Trigun fans!

Milly

• Milly is honestly the most vanilla and submissive of all of them.

• She’ll do whatever you like, letting you eat her out or her go down on you, but she wants to be told what do. She’s eager and loves making you happy however she can.

• Not the most adventurous, but if you really want to try something new, she’ll always try it at least once! Nothing too rough though, she’s overly wary of her size and strength and worries about hurting you.

• Overall a big sweetie teddy bear, she loves being with you and making you happy and having fun with you.

“Hey baby, you feeling up for another round?” She chirps from under your thighs, the movement making your overstimulated clit tingle. “I can eat you out again!”

“Milly I can’t do another,” you groan, but before a cute pout settles on her face, you slide down her body to her thighs. “But what if I eat you out and you play with your chest?”

A shy look goes across her face, but she quickly rearranged the pillows to lean back, looking down at you reclining between the soft pillows of her thighs. A big, somewhat sheepish smile spreads across her face as she cups her sizable chest, shifting a little as you look at how wet she is.

“Like this?” She asks, pinching nipples as you smirk at her proudly.

“Just like that pudding cup, just like that.”

—

Livio

• Also a big teddy bear, he’s also fairly vanilla.

• He’s been through a lot and is already a big softie, so when he’s not letting you take the lead and following your guidance, he’s the softest, cuddliest dom there is.

• He loves cuddle fucking, especially after rough days, and sometimes on those rough days he wants nothing more than to be your good boy and have you order him around. Be gentle though, he’s still a very sensitive guy.

• Top tier cuddle partner, prepare for lots of sleepy hugs and slow love making with him.

“Is this okay?” Livio’s deep voice rumbled against your chest, honey colored eyes blinking at you half-lidded from where he lay next to you, your chest covered in wet kisses.

“You’re doing wonderful,” you smile softly, stroking his soft hair, leaning forward to kiss him again.

“D’you wanna go further?” He asked softly, one of his large hands trailing down to knead your ass.

You nod as you slowly grind your bare pussy against his cock, feeling it twitch when your lips caught on the head. “Yes…can I just sit on you for a bit though?”

His cheeks flush at your question, and he slips inside you, getting little resistance after having fingered you for half an hour earlier. Keeping you flush against his hips, his eyelids hang heavier as he lets out a sigh. “Yea, jus’ please don’t move too much. ‘M so close already.”

—

Meryl

• Meryl is definitely a switch, and she’s not super kinky but she’s definitely not vanilla.

• She likes being a pillow princess and getting pampered, but she also loves being in charge. Just because she’s small doesn’t mean she can’t take charge and be damn good at it.

• She likes mild brat taking sometimes too, and does enjoy using big strap-ons on her partner, but she also just enjoys taking things slow and gentle. It depends on her mood and yours honestly, but most of the time she would like to stop thinking so much and let you lead.

• Meryl is a firecracker though, so she might get a little bratty with you too.

“Hold still a second Meryl,” you huffed, the the little vibrating end of strap-on you were wearing making you feel a little shaky. “Lemme catch my breath.”

Meryl huffed, but stayed still, the large size of the toy making her shiver. It was one of those days when Meryl asked to be treated, and she’d been dutifully laying still and letting you lead, but you could tell she was getting impatient.

“Just a minute more—hey!” You gasped suddenly, the toy pressing harder against your clit without warning. Looking up, you saw Meryl leaning on her hands, using all of her strength to propel herself forward onto the strap. “Meryl!”

“Sorry I just need,” she stopped to let out a drawn out moan as she pulled back and thrust herself forward again. “Need more. Now.”

Huffing, you leaned over to press her into the bed, watching her eyes go wide as you started thrusting into her, both of you moaning. “Alright, I’ll give you more~”

—

Vash

• If Meryl is a switch, then Vash is a super-switch.

• Vash loves pleasing you and topping, watching you come undone under him and seeing your pleasure-filled face makes him the happiest man alive. He may not always be the most confident in himself, but his determination to make you happy overrules his insecurities.

• Sometimes though, he likes just being your sweet boy, letting you collar him or spank his ass if you like. He likes a little teasing and sometimes edging, or just being doted on while you finger him if you want, just give lots of cuddles afterward.

• He’s pretty needy all around, a need to please, need for affection and needing to give and receive love all around, be sure to indulge him.

He looked angelic under you, flushed skin glistening with sweat and his expression pleading as he looked up at you with puppy eyes. You almost felt bad for making him wait. Almost.

“Shhh just wait a minute baby,” you cooed at him, petting his thigh lovingly. “Can you hold out just a second more?”

“Yes, yes,” he gasped, trying to stay still as you kept two fingers inside his hole, his mouth trembling as he looked at your glistening folds above him. “Anything for you I can do it. I can do it.”

You shushed him again gently, waiting for him to quiet down a bit before speaking. “It’s okay, you don’t have to wait much longer okay? That’s my good boy.”

You moved your fingers suddenly, making his awaiting face surge up to lay his open mouth on your folds, making you whine out at his intensity. It didn’t take long for you both to come hard, Vash pulling you down to kiss you reverently as you still shook from your orgasm.

—

Wolfwood

• Nicholas is a bit of a switch, but leaning more towards a dom. Either postion, he loves to tease.

• He just can’t help himself if he’s the one being more submissive, he’s gonna be a brat and might try to turn the tables on you. One minute he’ll be shaking his hips as you peg him, urging you to swat his behind, and the next he’s flipping you over to ride the strap like his life depends on it.

• When he doms, he still teases, but instead he’s edging you or manhandling you playfully while he’s saying absolutely sinful things in your ear. Sometimes he’ll even just make you do all the work while he smokes a cigar or sips some whiskey.

• He’s absolutely filthy when he wants to be, but also playful, and he’s pretty good at aftercare.

Wolfwood rotated his hips against yours, making your insides flutter as he held you in place. One of his hands gripped one of your thighs, while the other held your wrists above your head, preventing you from grabbing him like you wanted to.

“That feel good babe? The way you’re squeezing me sure makes me thinks so,” he smirked, a playful gleam in his eyes as he leaned down, his nose touching yours. “C’mon, tell me how it feels and I’ll get started, ‘kay?”

“You feel so good Nic,” you whined, unable to stop yourself as you squirmed under him. “Please move, I wanna touch you.”

That did the trick, as he released your wrists to instead cup your face in both hands, chuckling as your hands scrambled to grab him. “That wasn’t so hard, huh?” He smiled, groaning a bit when your palms passed over his nipples.

You were about to tease him, but he quickly started pumping into you, making you both moan. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he moved at a rough pace, his hands staying on your cheeks as he gave wet kisses.

—

Legato

• Legato isn’t really into letting someone else take the reins. When he does, he prefers it involving lots of praise.

• He can be pretty mean at times, degrading and teasing you when he doms, but he’s not always super rough. Don’t expect him to be super touchy feely though, he’s got some issues and that’s a lot to unpack.

• He gets a bit more agreeable if he’s subbing, he doesn’t want to be dominated per se, just given some orders and told he’s doing good for once. Actually if you praise him while he’s domming, he’ll still be smug and a bit rough, but you might notice him soften a little.

• Overall, don’t be rough on him if he gives you the opportunity to lead, but try to be soft to him when he’s in charge, and he’ll do the same.

“Look at you,” he looked you up and down as you lay there tied to the bed posts, making you whimper at his dark gaze. “You look so…”

He didn’t finish his sentence, opting to let out a huff instead, tracing a finger down your naked torso to the puffy lips of your cunt. He appraised you for a moment, running his gloved thumb over your folds before pulling his pants down to free his dick.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered, giving his dick a few lazy pumps. You shivered at the sight of him, closing your eyes as you tried to clear your mind enough to respond. “Hurry and I might give it it you.”

“I want you, Legato.” You whined desperately. If your eyes had been open, you might have seen how his eyes widened and face softened at how your voice lingered on his name. A feeling he’d never felt before spreading in his chest before he refocused.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” he growled, pushing into you slowly, trying not to focus on the funny feeling blooming in him. “Let me indulge you.”

—

Knives

• He’s a full blown dom full stop.

• Maybe if you had been together a really long time and talked and planned it out very carefully, he might let you fuck him, but 99% of the time he’d only feel comfortable going as far as to let you lead him a little. He’s just a little scared to trust that much or give up being in control, he’s got some stuff he doesn’t wanna unpack.

• He enjoys being in charge, not just to get praise and have you treat him like a god (which he totally loves), but he likes watching you under him, especially to know you put so much trust in him, knowing how dangerous he is. He may get rough or be mean depending on your relationship, but he’d never hurt you.

• Sometimes what he likes doesn’t sound dominant to a lot of people, but he makes it work. He’s very bossy/commanding so you definitely can’t call him submissive that’s for sure.

“Suck harder.” He commands above you, his tone quiet but a little sharp, keeping you at attention as you bob your head on his cock.

You knew he was close from the way his brow furrowed, but you were still caught off guard when he came down your throat, barely giving you time to relax before his tentacles were lifting you up. You gasped as he sat you on one of his muscular thighs, keeping you facing away from him to stare at yourself in a full length mirror.

“I saw you rubbing your thighs together,” he hummed in your ear, gripping your hips. “If you want to come, you’ll come on my thigh.”

“Y-yes sir,” you panted as he moved you back and forth, your hips bucking at the friction of skin on skin. When he flexed his thigh, you nearly looked away, but he bit at your neck to get your attention.

“Come now pet,” he gave a small smile, enjoying at how you whined. “Eyes on me. Don’t look away.”

#trigun smut #trigun x reader #vash x reader #wolfwood x reader #million knives x reader #meryl stryfe x reader #legato x reader #livio x reader #Milly Thompson x reader #trigun stampede x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun 98 #trigun maximum #vash smut #wolfwood smut #knives smut

[shiroichiban]

once again because tumblr is an ASSHOLE they posted my draft before i was ready so to the anon that requested the aaron t teasing nsfw here it is and im sorry but my anger at tumblr is overriding my apologeticness rn >:(((

also the ask used she as a pronoun so i just made the reader female here :33

aaron t nsfw (small fic)~

please don't turn it up, please don't turn it up...

this thought kept running through your head as the continuous buzzing inside you persisted. you could feel your slick slowly build up and stain your panties as you only hoped it wasn't noticeable. inwardly you admonished yourself for wearing shorts today, but then again HE was the one who helped you pick out your outfit, that damn boy who was responsible for the mess you were in right now...

"so the boys requested we adjust the schedule so they can fit one more rehearsal in, do you think it's—!!" the intensity increased as you bit your lip and tried not to moan, tensing up and making your stance more rigid to make sure your knees didn't give out. don't cum don't cum don't cum, was your mantra at the moment as you took a deep breath, regaining your composure.

"are you alright (name)?" your fellow staff member asked concerned but you dismissed their worry with a wave of your hand.

no really, i'm not, i lost a bet and my boyfriend shoved a vibrator up my pussy, all i really wanna do is fuck myself on top of his dick right now!!

is what you would say but you simply smiled, "a-ahem, if you'll excuse me i think i need the toilet..." fuck your voice was slurring, before they could reply you ran towards the nearest bathroom.

you prayed your coworker hadn't heard the buzzing, or taken notice on how weirdly you were running, or had second thoughts about how weird your voice sounded, or—

breathing a quick sigh of relief as you neared the bathroom entrance, just as you were about to enter aaron t stood in front of the door, effectively blocking your way. "going somewhere hun?" he asked cutely but you knew that bastard was trying to get a rise out of you.

"nowhere babe... i just need to pee." you said as firmly as you possibly could, but all thoughts on keeping yourself looking normal went out the window when aaron t pulled out the small pink remote of your vibrator. "y-you perv don't just pull that out here—!!"

your admonishment was futile the moment your boyfriend turned the dial. you let out a breathy moan, as your legs finally gave out and let you fall into aaron t's arms.

"i don't like liars honey bun." he teased, "i know you sweetie, the moment you enter the bathroom you're gonna treat that vibrator as if it was my dick and get off on it right?"

as much as you wanted to deny his claims, you could only whimper as your pussy very clearly responded to his words by releasing another small squirt of cum. looking down at you, t smirked as he sneakily put his hand down your shorts, rubbing his fingers right against the wet spot in your panties making you moan again. "hmm so wet for me, i love how responsive your body is."

"like, i could just do this and—" aaron pulled at your panties, making them dig in to your already sensitive and soaked pussy, "haha, see? you came again!" you couldn't even keep track of the orgasms you just experienced in the past five minutes alone, but that didn't seem to matter to your boyfriend as he kept up his tirade on your body.

"aaron w-we're in public?!" you exclaimed, trying to glare at him but it was futile with how sweet your expression was; cheeks were completely flushed, eyes glossy, and breathing erratic to the point you barely looked mad. "what if someone finds us!"

"that's the thrill of it love, why do you think i even made the bet in the first place?" your boyfriend laughed as his hands ran up and down your body, "just look at you... god i'm so glad you let me pick your outfit." aaron then let his hands sneak up your shirt and into your bra, fondling your breasts to his hearts content. "although these shorts are definitely ruined, your wet spot's starting to show."

"w-what?!" you exclaimed panicked, trying to assess your bottoms but aaron t turned up that blasted remote again, taking away your ability of coherent thought. slumped against him with your pussy heavily overstimulated from the multiple orgasms, but still longing for the stretch of your boyfriend's dick inside you. "please, aaron i can't anymore..." you whimpered.

aaron t seemed surprise at your surrender, usually you'd have some cute witty quip to clap back at him with but now... he can't deny that he likes this side of you too, all horny and trembling, practically begging for release. your boyfriend was no monster of course, with how sweetly you begged for it would be so cruel of him to send you back to work in this state.

quickly whipping his head around the hallway, checking for anyone who may stray towards your direction, he smirked once he confirmed the coast was clear. shooting a text to aaron z about him being, ahem, preoccupied at the moment, he then hoisted you into his arms carrying you into the bathroom.

settling your pliant body onto the countertop, he grinned at his work, there was indeed a faint wet spot on your shorts although no one would notice it if they weren't really looking. yanking your shorts along with your panties down your waist, you watched your boyfriend's expression shift from playful to hungry in the span of seconds as he stared at your bare vagina.

unable to hold himself back, aaron t decided to take it upon himself to, per se, clean you up first. yanking the vibrator out of your well lubricated entrance, he savored the moan that left your lips before diving in with his tongue, devouring your sweet juices like a man starved as you held on to his head.

gripping aaron's hair tightly, you groaned as your pussy finally received its long-deprived pleasure, shoving your boyfriend even deeper into your core. covering your mouth as you tried to keep quiet, but aaron t wouldn't have that, a quick nip to your clit was all it took to drag another orgasm out of you making you whine in the process.

"baby, more..." you moaned but at your request aaron immediately pulled away, "aaron..." you whined but couldn't find the energy in you to pull him back in.

"you know what you promised, right sweetheart?"

no response.

aaron clicked his tongue as he looked at you firmly, "come on baby, you know what you promised. now tell me."

with a small sigh, you pouted and relented to his request, "you won't fuck me until tonight after we're done with work..."

the change in his demeanor was instant, satisfied with your response aaron smiled, "you'll just have to make do with this for now ok hun? i know you're my good girl so you'll be just fine." before you could question what 'this' was, aaron thrusted the vibrator back into your pussy on it's highest setting. thoroughly enjoying the view of you throwing your head back in pleasure as the pistoned the toy in and out of your wet cavern.

now if you thought this was the end of what aaron t had planned for you, you were sorely mistaken. leaning back into your vagina, you screamed when you felt aaron begin to tongue and nip at your clit, sending you into overdrive as you approached your climax. once you could no longer hold back, you felt your eyes roll back into your head as your pussy squirted all over your boyfriend. “s-shit…” you moaned, completely exhausted before looking back at your boyfriend. you couldn’t help but giggle deliriously as you looked at his completely drenched face.

“damn babe… remind me not to deny you too much unless i feel like getting squirted on.” he laughed as he pressed one last kiss to your clit, and lowered the vibrator’s setting before thrusting it back in to your sloppy entrance. you whimpered a bit, sorely overstimulated but innately satisfied as you laid on the countertop catching your breath, turning to aaron t who was currently drying his face with paper towels, “you mind putting my shorts back on babe, i’m kinda incapacitated at the moment.”

aaron laughed before complying, giving your nethers a quick wipe down before dressing you up. “need me to carry you to the break room?” he offered teasingly as you sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, “well yeah i sure as hell need a break after someone fucked me through at least three orgasms with a vibrator.”

“aw c’mon babe you enjoyed it~”

“true but i would’ve enjoyed it just as much in private you perv.”

#4town #4town aaron t #request #public seggs this time :00 #fun fact tumblr deleted my draft so i had to write this during a theatre org meeting #please don’t do that irl

[hotwings0203]

GOD I JUST READ UR BAKUGOU FIGHTER ONESHOT AND LAKSLAKSSKKAKAA

im in love, its soooo good😭😭😭😭 and i just wanted to ask, maybe if there is a possibility of u writing the second part w smut!👉🏼👈🏼 🥺

u r so talented!!! i love u💕💕💕

Wow fun fact: I actually love you anon

JUST FOR YOU, I SHALL INDULGE!!👆🏽

Pt.1

Tw:noncon, implied death

He was inside you.

He was grunting.

You were the mortar, he was the pestle.

“Fuck,” he pants inside your mouth. “You get turned on this much by watching dweebs like him get slaughtered out there?”

You sob and try futilely to once again lift his weight off of your pinned body, but he merely slaps your bouncing tits.

“Stay still. Don’t fucking move unless you want me to bruise your cervix. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, you little masochist? Isn’t that why you didn’t try as hard to push your boy toy out of the rink, huh? ‘Cause a slut like you gets off on watching a man like me show everyone whose boss?”

You cry out muffled against his palm after he gives a particularly rabid thrust, making sure to grind his tip against the sides of your gooey walls.

In a moment of savage triumph, Bakugo lets his slobbery tongue lather itself all over your cheeks. He tastes the tears that collect at the sides of your mouth, he tastes the sweat that gathers on your forehead and he swears it tastes like heaven itself.

He pulls back while continuing to pound you into the mattress, and he takes a good long look at you mere inches away from your face.

You’re a mess. Your eyes are rolling to the back of their sockets while your hair is strewn across the pillows, your hands pinned behind your back in an uncomfortable twist from his meaty hands.

He looks rabid almost. His eyes are everywhere, on your red eyes, on your bouncing tits, on the connection from his body to yours.

Your mouth forms an ‘O’ against his sweaty palm, consistently kept open from your moans and pained whimpers.

It’s true that he’s good with his dick, unfortunately all that talk wasn’t just for show. He had something to prove to you, and prove he did.

Or, is currently doing.

“Answer me, slut. Did you like watching me send your little boyfriend to the hospital?”

He uncovers your mouth and permits you to take a wild gasping breath. The rhythm of his hips cease as he waits for you to gather yourself momentarily, but he doesn’t pull out. You are just a pretty cockwarmer for him right now, no need to think that you deserve any more mercy than he’s already giving you.

“‘D-didnt like it. ‘Wanna go home, lemme go, get off of me,” you sob and weakly pull your wrists out of his hold to push him, but with a mean laugh he flips you over so that your face is smushed agains the pillows and your ass is in the air.

He yanks your hair back and you shriek at the feeling of strands being ripped from your head. He pulls you back up until his mouth is right next to your ear and your spine is lined up with his chest.

“No? You didn’t like it baby?” He hisses mockingly in your ear, and roughly fondles a bruised tit.

“I didn’t like it when you were licking lips with him in front of me either, but I guess we can’t all get what we want…well maybe you can’t. I’ll take whatever the fuck I want from you though.” And with that he lets go of your head and lets you unceremoniously fall back onto the downy covers.

Bakugo grabs your hips and pull your ass back until it’s flush against his dick. He rubs the wet tip up and down your ass, and traces it down your slit, letting it press in a little further when in contact with your entrance.

He doesn’t push it in though. No, he goes lower and lower until the member in his hand parts your lips open and it brushes against your clit.

When it does, your body shudders and jerks at the sensation of his tip swirling in your juices around the little nub and prodding at the sensitive flesh. He thrusts slowly and lets the sensation build at your throbbing clit before pulling back abruptly.

You fist the sheets and try to ignore the way your legs shake. It’s humiliating, you know you can’t even shift to your side lest he props you back face down ass up like a fucking animal.

And he was treating you like one, too.

He panted like a dog when he let your juices drool and collect around his girth, and he clawed and teethed on your neck and tits as if he were some kind of mutt.

It scared you how badly he wanted you.

You feel a soft tapping against your clit and you unconsciously arch your back and mewl when the area buzzes with need.

It almost physically hurts the winding coil in your stomach to hold your hips back from chasing Bakugo’s dick as he pulls away, the fucker knowing that you wanted more no matter how terrified you were of him.

“Aww, what’s wrong kitty? No more bitchy attitude and claws? Don’t worry, I’ll soothe your other kitty pretty soon,” he snorts at his own unfunny joke.

You don’t laugh. In fact, you tremble with indignation and horror when he begins pushing back into you as if it were the only place for his cock to be.

“Fucking shit,” he hisses in pleasure as he slowly sheaths his entire length around your dripping cavern. “Maybe I’ll bring in his broken body and set him up on the chair right there-“ he pushes your head to the side so you can see the armchair he points to. You don’t really care about the stupid chair though, not really when you can feel yourself stretch painfully and ingest every vein that scrapes against your insides.

“I’ll take his broken wrists and snap ‘em back to their normal state just so I can break them again when I cuff him down. I’ll make you look at him right in his pathetic eyes when I’m balls deep inside your slutty cunt.”

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he pulls out just to grab onto your hips and slam your ass against his groin again. He watches as your cheeks clap around his dick and spreads your gooey substance around his thighs and stomach.

“Baku-“

Smack

“Katsuki!”

“The fuck did I say about calling me by my name? You want me to bring him out of the morgue and light his body up too? Didnt realize you hated him that much, fuckin’ whore.”

All of a sudden you feel a heavy weight leaning forward and draping itself on your back, suffocating you with feeling filled everywhere. Your sweaty bodies mash, fluids mixing as he grabs your hair like reigns and slaps his hips against yours. The mattress shakes with the force of his thrusts and you swear you can feel him poking through your stomach when he suddenly lets out a loud groan.

He doesn’t give you any kind of indication that he’s cum, you only feel hot ropes of his seed shoot into your poor, wounded pussy. It stings with the mixture of blood that seeps out of you, the clash making an almost cute pink color coming out of your hole.

Bakugo unravels his hands from your hair and peels himself off of you, but when you try to shakily follow pursuit he leans an elbow into your spine, successfully making you squeal in pain and flop back onto the bed.

“Stay down. Teasing sluts like you don’t deserve to move off their natural habitat.” He sneers and uses a thumb to pull your asscheeks apart, inspecting his cum.

He whistles and lightly slaps one cheek, passing the view off as satisfactory.

“Please,” you rasp, opening one bleary eye to watch him pull a shirt on. “Please just tell me if you got him help.”

Katsuki smiles and lights a blunt. He takes a long drag and peers at your wrecked body.

“You didn’t hear what I said earlier?”

Your heart seizes and you slowly pull your head up from the pillow, eyes as wide as the moon.

“Who says he’s even alive?”

#bnha smut #yandere bakugo x reader #bakugo bnha #bakugo smut #tw: implied/referenced violence #tw: noncon #tw: implied death #yandere bakugo #katsuki bakugo oneshot #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki #mha #bnha #bakugo #bakugo x you #yandere bakugo katsuki

[jungwonenthusiast]

idk what all you write about kink wise, but could you do sub!jake with pegging? where he’s really subby and cute and the reader (female) takes care of him

A/N: I don't write pegging lol but I hope u enjoy <3 (forgive me if there r any spelling mistakes)

Warnings: oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex

Word count: 1.6 k

Jake falls on top of you while you lay in bed. You let out an 'oof' from the sudden weight. His hair is a little damp from his shower and it's poking into your eyes.

"Please give me a warning if you're gonna do that." you wince.

"I'm sorry," he groans and rolls off of you. "I'm not having a good day."

Your brows furrow. "Why? Did something happen?"

He runs a hand through hair and sighs. "The choreo for drunk dazed is just really hard and we're all struggling to be synchronized. It just feels like everyone is blaming each other for it."

You frown and pull him against you so that his head is resting on your chest. "I'm sorry baby. But I'm sure you guys will figure it out, you always do. Maybe everyone was feeling extra crummy today."

"Maybe," he says while wrapping his arms around your waist. "I couldn't stop thinking about coming to see you all day. I think I'm addicted to you."

You giggle.

"Seriously though, what are you laced with? Meth? Crack?" he jokes and you ruffle his hair.

"I think about you all day too sweetheart." you kiss the top of his head.

He smiles and throws his leg on top of yours. "What'd you do today?"

"The usual. School. Work. And dealing with that one bitch who always has the most complicated drink order." you roll your eyes.

"Is that the lady who asks for like twelve different syrups?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, I think it's for her kid too, I should call CPS." you joke and he laughs.

"Ugh, now I can't stop thinking about what happened today." he groans. "I hate being angry, I wish we could all get over this already."

"Sometimes it's worse to just move on, you should clear the air first." you suggest.

"But apologizing sucks." he complains.

"I know but it'll be worth it." you rub his back.

"I need something that will get my mind off of it." he says.

"You got any ideas?"

"Mhm," he says while pushing his hand up your shirt.

You chuckle. "Of course that's what it is."

"What," he says sheepishly. "It's your fault for being so tempting."

You push him onto his back and climb into his lap. His hands immediately find your hips.

You kiss him softly, your thumb gently swiping back and forth on his cheek.

He opens his mouth, inviting your tongue to meet his. He's already grinding up into you and this point.

You hold his hips down. "Patience."

He just whines and gives you puppy eyes, but you don't cave.

You slide your hand up his hoodie and glide your fingers along his warm skin. He feels so good under you, you’ll never be able to get enough of him.

You push his hoodie up and stick your head under, pecking all of the skin you can reach.

He laughs and pets your hair. “I thought you said to be patient.”

“You’re too good to resist.” you say while palming him through his sweats.

He whimpers as he starts to struggle under your touch.

You pull down the band of his sweats just the slightest bit to kiss his hip bone.

He watches you with wide eyes, anticipating your every move.

“If you want me to do something you’re gonna have to ask.” you tease.

“Touch me please,” he says without hesitation.

You smirk before coming up to kiss him while sliding your hand into his Calvins.

He whines into your mouth and you smile, loving how quickly he submits to you.

“I’m sorry my angel had a bad day,” you kiss his jaw. “I’ll make you feel better okay?”

He nods eagerly as you tug his pants down. You waste no time getting your mouth on his cock.

He hisses and grips at the duvet. “Fuck,” he exhales.

You pull away and let spit drip from your tongue down to his tip and it’s so hot that Jake’s tempted to take a picture.

You take him into the back of your throat and his head falls back with a moan. You can see his Adam’s apple dip every time he swallows.

You continue to bob your head up and down and he moves to pet your hair.

“Please don’t stop,” he begs, his desperation sending heat straight between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so good.” his hips buck up and you hold him down. You brace yourself and deepthroat him, you can feel your eyes watering.

He moans and grabs at the headboard behind him. “Can I cum please? Please I need it.” he says hopelessly.

You nod and it only takes one swallow around his tip to get him whimpering and trembling under you.

You swallow his seed while he comes down from his high.

“Thank you,” he exhales before pulling you up for a kiss. “I love you.”

You smile. “I love you too baby.”

“Can you fuck me please?” he hooks his fingers into the band of your shorts and underwear.

You smirk and help him out, throwing your garments onto the floor. He pulls you into his lap and tugs your hoodie over your head.

“So pretty,” he says before kissing your chest, running his tongue over your sensitive nipples. You moan and comb your hands through his hair.

His fingers travel down to your desperate cunt to draw circles on your clit.

You grab his cock, not being able to hold out anymore. You line yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.

He buries his head into your neck. “Fucking god,” he groans. “So wet.”

Your head falls back as he hits your sweet spot.

“You feel so good,” he whimpers.

“Yeah?” you ask cockily.

He looks up at you with sparkling eyes and nods.

“My pretty puppy,” you coo while bouncing up and down on him. “Taking this pussy like a good boy.”

His head falls back down onto your shoulder but you tug his hair, getting his eyes on you.

“Look at me when I fuck you.” you say and he whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he says sweetly and you kiss him.

He reaches down to play with your clit while you rock your hips against his.

You run your hands softly over his shoulders then down his lean torso. You watch his face and the way the corners of his lips perk up every now and then. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

His eyes were clouded and completely taken over by your presence and he looks so pretty you could die.

He holds your waist tight while moaning and whimpering mindlessly, not caring if your neighbors can hear.

His whines begin to get more frantic and you kiss his forehead. “You close?”

“Mhm,” he says. You can tell that he’s trying not to finish. “I don’t think I can hold it anymore.”

"You can go a little longer." you tease.

He shakes his head. "I can't I can't. You feel too good."

You squeeze around him just to have fun and he whimpers, looking at you with desperation in his eyes.

"Please y/n." you can see that he's starting to tear up.

Your hand comes up to tug on his hair. “Cum for me then, be good, puppy.”

“Harder.” he begs and you obey.

His head snaps back and his lips part, letting out the most alluring sounds you could ever hear.

Your bouncing turns into grinding as he releases into you.

“Good boy,” you whisper to him as he relaxes.

He kisses your neck while slumping into you.

You smile. “You did so good baby.”

“Thank you,” he says.

You’re about to get up when he grabs you and pulls you so that your back is against his chest.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“You didn’t cum,” he says before pushing one finger into you. You moan, still sensitive from the stimulation you had a moment ago.

He drapes your legs over his, spreading you wide.

“All I wanna do is make you feel good.” he says while pushing a second finger in.

Your head falls back onto his shoulder and he takes that opportunity to kiss your neck. He curls his fingers just the slightest bit and your hips buck.

“Fuck,” you moan.

His fingers reach deeper than yours ever could. They make you feel things that you’ve never felt before.

You look down to watch his dripping fingers disappear in and out of your cunt.

It’s not long before your thighs begin to tremble. You guys have been together to the point where he knows every trick that makes your eyes roll back and your back arch, but every time he uses them, it just gets better and better.

“Please cum for me,” Jake uses his free hand to massage your chest. “I wanna be good for you.”

Your hips begin to pull away but he’s quick to pull you against him.

Your moans get more and more desperate as you reach your high. Then finally, you’re falling into an abyss of euphoria.

He peppers kisses all over you as you calm down, his fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you.

You turn around to straddle him and give him a kiss. “You’re so good.” you say.

He blushes like a schoolgirl and kisses your cheek. “I love you.”

You chuckle. It’s cute how often he likes to say it. “I love you too puppy.”

“Am I really that much like a puppy?” he says. “Don’t I look cooler now with my black hair?”

“I suppose,” you ruffle it. “You’re still a cutie to me.” You’re kidding, you know that he’s stupid hot.

He sighs and rolls his eyes.

You giggle. “Why? Do you wanna be bad?” “Mhm.” he nods.

“Maybe I can treat you like you are.” you push him into his back for another round.

#enhypen smut #Jake Sim smut #Kpop smut

[corruptedroses]

mediocre melodies nsfw headcanons?

Nedd's can be found here

Not doing well emotionally at the moment [got kicked out again as well as got let go from a job after only being there 2 days], so my heart isn't exactly into these headcanons as much, but this may be a situation where I return to these at a later date.

Mediocre Melodies NSFW headcanons 🐘🦛🐸🐖

AU version of the animatronics - none have children souls in them (and why the fuck would I write about kids on a smut blog?) and you can picture them however you want, human, animatronic, anthro, etc.

Content warnings — body worship, hair pulling, erotic roleplay, first times, oral sex, laughing during sex, poetry reading during sex, jealousy, praise kink, trapping head between thighs, face sitting, pussy smothering, suffocation kink, princess kink, strip teasing, toy mention, overstimulation, begging, orgasm denial, semi-public sex, dirty talk,

Orville

Orville gives me the vibes of being a vanilla person when it comes to sexual encounters. Despite being a character that thrives off the idea of a show, he doesn't really explore the concept of 'kinks' unless prompted to by his partner. Defiantly gives me soft switch vibes.

He's a silvering fox, 'nough said.

Probably likes things to be slow and sensual more than anything, teasing, feeling up his partner and letting them feel him up, the concept of touching one another is something he adores and holding his face gently while you kiss is defiantly going to elicit a nice little sigh from him. Defiantly would wanna hold hands with you once he's fucking you because of this fact.

Probably also enjoys the concept of foreplay more than the actual sex itself; Orville enjoys having eyes on him, and in the situation where both of you are vulnerable in such a state, he cannot help but find himself getting all hot and bothered without having touched himself. He just likes worshipping your body, ok?

the first time he accidentally pulled your hair was when he was trying to grip the bed underneath two of you to steady himself and the wonder in his eyes that had sparked, as well as the asking of "could I pull on your hair, sweetness?" practically melted your heart since he was being so sincere and gentle with it. He was a bit confused at himself for a while after that, but please assure him that he's fine to do so.

Likes for you to wear his little hat and bow if that's possible, hell, may even be into a bit of roleplay himself where you're his beautiful/handsome/charming assistant who can't keep your hands off of him.

Himbo vibes, he's a giant himbo and oh god he's so clueless at times when you want to do the devil's tango with him that it's so cute.

Amazing aftercare and probably was the one to suggest that you keep medical items beside the bed for afterwards and will do anything you want. He treats you like royalty and it shows.

Mr Hippo

His first name probably is Benjamin [Benji for short] and probably didn't even know until he told you the first time you had sex and how awkward was that — then again he went into one of his rambles before you could apologise so you let that conversation to die.

Also, a silver fox, fight me

defiantly a service top for the most part, though he can bottom if you want him to. He doesn't really care as long as the both of you are having fun.

would want to try and read poetry while the two of you are giving oral to each other, he feels like that would create a romantic atmosphere. Sure, his voice may waver and whatnot since he can be sensitive, but he likes to see how far the two of you can make it before you start laughing at the absurdity.

would defiantly be down for talking during the deed, like, I feel like he's very self-composed and hard to fluster to the extreme of making him lose his train of thought, though when you do, oh boy, he makes a pretty noise.

Ass sorta person, so don't be too shocked if his hands start roaming and groping your ass in and outside of the bedroom, he just likes how yours feels in his hand, that's all.

Also excellent aftercare, though you have watched him trip over himself once or twice trying to look after the both of you.

Happy Frog

defiantly the youngest in the band (early to mid-20s on estimate), and thus has the least amount of sexual experience followed by Nedd himself. Pillow princess for the most part and wears it with pride, however, when she's a bit jealous can be a power bottom.

when she's power bottom, it's usually after an experience that makes her feel self-conscious as a singer or even as your partner, and while she may be saying she's ok, please also praise and talk to her.

She has a praise kink 100%, she just likes being told she's doing a good job.

she likes the idea of locking her thighs around your head when you're eating her out, or even sitting on your face and making sure the only thing you smell, hear and taste is her on your tongue, this woman would live to know that you like that and would never suffocate you... unless you like that.

Call her your pretty princess — she doesn't like the idea of calling you any sort of parental figure, but being called a princess is something that makes her wet every single time, especially if you're praising her for vocalising her wants.

she's a performer, she'll want to put on a show for you at least once, where it be getting herself off with a toy while you watch or performing a striptease.

Will want to cuddle during aftercare and pepper you with kisses.

Pigpatch

another silver fox type character, I'm sorry, but most of the mediocre scream 'middle to late aged men' except Happy and you can deal with it.

unlike his other bandmates, I feel like he's the one with the most sexual experience and knows how to use his devices to derive pleasure for both parties.

defiantly a dom sorta person, though he's not soft and he's not strict either, more playful if you will. He doesn't like giving up control and will reward you if you are nice and patient for him.

defiantly into overstimulation until your legs are practically putty where they are and your lips are chanting his name into oblivion and beyond. He wants you to beg before he finally will let you cum and he relishes in it.

into the idea of semi-public sex since it means he can tease you for not being so loud. Especially would probably want to do it around corners where anyone could walk around any time.

Chronic dirty talker. His favourite name for you is 'filthy'

Also amazing aftercare, he's a gentleman after all.

#fnaf #fnaf smut #five nights at freddy's smut #five nights at freddy's #fnaf pigpatch #mediocre melodies #happy frog #pigpatch #fnaf happy frog #fnaf mr hippo #mr hippo #orville elepant #fnaf orville elephant #fnaf smut headcanons

[ardent-musings]

“Strike Three?” A Neville Longbottom Smut

EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS OF LEGAL AGE AND CONSENTING

Warnings: NSFW 18+, sub!nev, dom!femreader, swearing, slapping (one hit), oral (f and m receiving), vaginal sex, teasing, slight degradation, unprotected sex. (WRAP IT UP YALL)

He wasn't happy anymore.

No matter how hard he tried to convince you he was happy being an Auror, his growing exhaustion and increased amount of nightmare alerted you to his unease. Your once happy and relaxed Neville would come home, only to be reminded of his time in the war. When he was recruited by the Ministry to work for them, he felt honored; for the first time he was really being recognized for his strength and bravery.

But that wasn't who he was. Neville wasn't made to hunt down dark wizards his whole life. He was made for something kinder. Something that wouldn't make him come home looking half alive.

Just like he did today.

"Hi, bubs," you sighed as you caught notice of his dark sullen under eyes.

"Hi, petal," he responded while dropping onto the couch with a huff. He started rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand.

He was hunched over and tense, the veins in his neck were popped from the strain his job put him under. Unable to see him suffer, you went behind him to rub and massage the sore spot near the base of his neck.

"Love," Neville groans at your skilled fingers working at the knots in his muscle. His deep throaty whine made your stomach twist.

"Does that help any, my love?" You hummed near his ear, massaging behind it to release the ache in his neck.

"It feels perfect," he replied quietly, mewling at the soft digs against his skin.

His head dipped back, exposing the expanse of his skin to your greedy eyes. Neville was always a cutie pie; however, the boy really grew up. Ever since he ran DA during his seventh year, Neville was a combination of gentle power and taunt muscle. He grew out of his baby fat, and sprung up into the attractive man you knew and fell in love with. You loved him however he looked; but his tight shoulder muscles looked beautiful under your fingertips.

Neville's eyes were closed, his mouth dropped open at the feel of your hands against his skin. But before he could enjoy it too much, you stopped massaging is neck and rounded the couch to face him.

He was tired and sore, but his eyes burned into yours with lust, but there was no signs of fire or fight in his olive brown irises.

You knelt down, sitting on your heels as you rubbed up and down the expanse of his work pants.

"I wanna play with you, love," you whispered to your tired boy.

He whined lowly, a sound that lit up the fire in your stomach and sent a chill down your spine. Neville was always so beautiful when he gave up all premonitions and embraced your control.

"I wanna play with you," you repeated while unbuckling the silver hardware of his belt. His eyes closed, brows furrowing, and chest heaving as you toyed with the waistband of his jeans.

"Love," he groaned, although, the words barely escaping his pouty pink lips, "God, please do whatever you want to me."

"Is that an order?" You cautioned. Neville was not going to be in control tonight; both of you knew it. But you needed him to be aware of the power dynamic this given night.

"No!" he cried. "No, no, that wasn't an order."

"Then what was it?"

He shifted in his seat, wiggling as you dragged the belt out of the looped holes and began making quick work of his zipper.

"What was it?" You asked with a bit more grit.

"A plead? Fuck!"

Neville's explanation was cut short, the feeling of your hand wrapped around his cock was already an overwhelming feeling and the most release he had gotten all day. You gripped onto his thigh with a firm grasp, nails digging lightly into the soft skin, making your boy groan at the light scratch marks that littered his leg.

"Wanna feel good, baby boy?" You teased. "Want me to play with your pretty cock until I get you off?"

"God, fuck yes," he whined, the words coming out in pieces as you flicked your wrist, pumping only the tip of his dick. You knew just how sensitive he was there.

Neville cried out at the slap you administered to her thigh, making him jump and groan in pleasure at the tingly sting. The pale skin already started turning red: a sign of your time together.

"Yes, what?" You teased as you kitten licked him all while you massaged his heavy balls in a single hand, the other one teased the inside of his thigh.

"Yes, ma'am," his brows furrowed in the middle, a mixture of both pain and pleasure etched across every inch of his cute face.

Having literally the situation in the palm of your hand, you wanted to fully take advantage of the strong man in front of you. Your speed increased, making Neville whine and moan out quiet whimpers at the feelings you were imposing on him.

His neck covered in a thin layer of sweat and goosebumps, every nerve and neuron was fired up at the feeling of your lips wrapped around him. You giggled and slapped him against your tongue, treating him like your little toy to play with.

"God fucking damnit," Neville pouted, threading his fingers into the hair at the base of your neck, bucking up into your warm mouth for even more friction. He just needed a few more pumps to get off.

But you wouldn't let him.

Strike one.

With a pop, you rose from your kneeled position, just to straddle his lap and grab him by his throat, pinning him to the back of the couch. Neville's eyes were blown wide from his delayed high, his mouth dropping in pleasure at the squeeze around his neck.

"Did I say you could touch me, sweet slut?"

"No," he groaned, his dick leaking desperately against his work shirt, "I'm sorry. Please, god, I'm sorry. Love, please make me cum."

"You wanna cum?" You mocked back to him in a sickeningly sweet voice, your grip tightening slightly around his neck. "Does my big boy wanna cum for me?"

Your boyfriend mumbled his wishes and desires, his thumb grazing the exposed skin at the hem of your shirt, just yearning for a touch of your skin.

Strike two.

"I said no touching, Nev," you chastised as you grabbed both of his wrists and pinning them to the couch cushions, leaving him laying down beneath you. "Shirt off. Now."

The sweet, sensitive boy responded immediately, his work shirt was gone in a second. He was now fully naked beneath you, his skin was littered with scars and healing bruises, and yet he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. And he was yours.

"Get to work, pretty baby," you instructed as you shuffled up his chest, hovering your clothed pussy over his chest. "Think you're up for the challenge?"

"Yes, yes, please, love. Sit on my face, petal. I'll make you feel so good."

Neville had totally disregarded his own release, the idea of getting you off gave him something to focus on. And you weren't going to ask a second time. So within seconds, you sat with knees around his shoulders, waiting for Nev's next move considering his wrists were still pinned above his head.

"Want me to sit down, honey? Think you can eat my pussy as good as you can fuck it?"

His head craned higher, trying to get a taste of you before he was even given permission. Your teasing was growing to be too much, his cock rested on his lower belly, dreadfully sensitive from being left on the edge.

Graciously, you lowered yourself to his face, grinding lightly against his crooked nose for the meantime. Neville groaned at your taste, his tongue dipping to trace along your panties and to suck against your clit. The one thing Neville was always fantastic at, was eating your out. But seeing his arms pinned above him, made you even wetter; it was always a sight to see when Neville grew so desperate to get you off.

"Keep your hands up," you ordered as you then brought your hands the his hair, tugging and dragging his face against your cunt, doing your best to get off before he ever could.

Reluctant moans left your lips, Neville was just too good with his mouth.

"Wanna get me off, toy?" You taunted, finding it filthy how all your boyfriend could do was moan in response against your panties. "Think you can even get me off like that? Only using your mouth to get me off, yeah?"

Once again, all your boy could do was groan against you, taking in every grind and hair pull with a smile and a twitch to his cock.

"Fuck, Neville, you're gonna make me cum. Get me there, honey. Get your girl to feel good."

And he did. It only took a few more swivels of your pussy against his hungry lips to make your back arch. You dug his hands into the couch beneath him, fully grinding his face as if it were a pillow. He made you cum incredibly hard, your legs shook around his head as you filled with the feeling of your high.

You released his hands and resituated your legs to cradle his hips, now straddling him. Neville's chin was glistening in your cum, making him lick his lips as if he had just eaten some delicious candy or butterbeer.

"Now's your time baby," You promised as you grabbed his cock and lined it up with you. "But you gotta work for it."

Neville's confused look amused you, you could see the gears turning in his head.

"I'm not gonna sink down onto your cock, pretty boy."

It took Neville a second to understand, but he got the memo. Without touching you, he began snapping his hips up into your soaked and sensitive cunt. His deepness was surprising, given the fact that you refused to put in  the extra bit of work. But Neville was desperate beyond relief, his hips jutted off the couch to fuck you deep and fast even if you weren't meeting him halfway. You rubbed at your clit as Neville threw his head back at the squeeze of you against him.

"Gonna cum, pretty boy?" You asked while gripping onto his hair.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck.." Neville groaned out loudly, his hips stuttering as he worked himself into a sweat. "Fuck, please let me cum. Let me cum. Love."

"Go on, love," you moaned above him, growing close to your second release. "Cum for me. "

Neville cried out loudly as you began bouncing furiously on top of him, giving him the friction he needed. He fully forgot the "no touching" rule, as he ran his hands up and down your smooth thighs as you both came in unison.

His cries and your demands were like a catalyst to the other, making your orgasms so incredibly intense. You fell on top of his bare chest, placing kisses against his collarbone and Adam's apple. A gentle blow of air against his neck made Neville groan, his body sensitive from all the teasing but so wonderfully taken care of all the same.

He twirled you hair between his fingers, finding comfort in your softest features.

"Thank you, petal. I needed that so much," he admitted with blushing cheeks.

"Of course my love, I just hate seeing you so stressed from work. You deserve to do something you adore, honey."

"I adore you."

#neville longbottom #neville longbottom smut #carmi writes smut

[got7hotties]

GOT7: Giving/Receiving Oral

☾ Jaebeom - 

Giving: JB eating you out would be a treat for you. He would only do it every once in a while. When he did, it would be harsh and aggressive. He’d tease you at first, lightly kissing the inside of your thighs, but this boy would leave you breathless in the end. He’d suck on your clit, alternating between his fingers and tongue to get you off. If you move too much, he’d spread your legs to hold you still or grip your hips tightly, pinning you to the surface beneath you. Rubs circles on your clit fast while dragging his tongue across your heat, making your hips buck up from the excess pleasure.

Receiving: His head would tilt back and the room would be filled with his groans. Profanities would spill out of his mouth. Loves being in full control at all times so he is definitely the type to face fuck you. He loves seeing you gag on his dick because of how good you’re taking him. Your eyes would tear up while his hands grip your hair and he forces himself to the back of your throat with every thrust. Loves watching you because it turns him on even more. Will cum all over your face or boobs.

☾ Mark - 

Giving: Let’s just say that Mark knows what he’s doing. He definitely likes eye contact and occasionally biting the inside of your thighs while lightly massaging your hips. Would be one for toys and would occasionally use a vibrator while he fingered you. Also one for 69 and loves if you rode his face. When he’s done making you cum, he’ll put his fingers in your mouth and let you taste yourself. Loves to tie you up and make you take everything he gives to you. Always praises you and coaxes you towards your orgasm. Wants you to pull his hair and make noises so he knows he’s doing a good job.

Receiving: Wants you to listen to every word he says. Loves if you tease him by grinding your hips on his bulge. Guides your hand down his pants so he can show you hard he is for you. Pushes you down until you are kneeling on your knees and will guide your hands to his dick as he pushes your hands in an up and down motion on his dick. Pushes your hair into a ponytail as he tips his head back to the ceiling. Inhales sharply and releases breathy moans.  Bucks his hips into your mouth when he’s almost there. Cums with a long drawn out moan of your name. Type to want to return the favor. 

☾ Jackson - 

Giving: #1 pussy eating champion. His main goal is pleasing you. Wants you to sit on his face while his tongue is buried in your dripping heat. Lots of dirty talk. Jackson seems like an ass guy so his favorite position to eat you out from would be from the back. Smacks your ass if you squirm too much, but would massage it after. Wouldn’t stop until you came at least twice. Lets you cum on his tongue or lets you finish on his thigh. Loves kissing you after to let you see how good you taste.

Receiving: He would be really vocal because he wants to show you how good you make him feel. His moans are a mixture of your name and profanities. Tries to go easy on you and not make you gag, but sometimes can’t resist when he’s close. Touches you the whole time. Praises you like a goddess while his head is tilted back in pleasure. Would want you to squeeze his thighs or graze your nails on them. Stops you from making him come because he would rather cum while having sex with you.

☾ Jinyoung -

Giving: Believes that you have to earn it and would not do it as frequently. He’ll start off by pulling you into his lap and having your back lay against his chest as he puts his hands down your underwear. Rubs your clit fast and then slow because he loves teasing you. Will whisper dirty words in your ear asking if you want more. Flips you over till you're on your back. Will slap your pussy if you get too loud. Loves when you buck your hips into his face so he can pin you down and have you squirming on his tongue. Keeps sucking even when you come. ‘I thought you wanted this.’

Receiving: Furrows his eyebrows and constantly brushes your hair away from your face. Will be relaxed but would want to tell you what to do. Loves when you look up at him. Winces when you gag around him. As much as he wouldn’t want to show you how much you would have an effect on him, he’ll let out shaky breaths and pants as he gets close. When he cums he swipes his thumb against your lips and tells you that you did well. Lowkey is kind of shy when he comes down from his orgasm. Would call you greedy if swallowed all of him.

☾ Youngjae -

Giving: Starts by blowing at your wetness and loves watching as you shiver in pleasure. Is pretty shy until he gets in the groove. Gives slow lazy licks because he loves to take his time with you. Moans against your clit to give you more simulation. Would alternate between his fingers and tongue. Pumps his fingers in and out of out and sucks your arousal off of them, letting you know how good you taste. Loves hearing you call out his name so he’s reassured he’s giving you all the pleasure you deserve. Chuckles if you grab his hair and calls you cute. 

Receiving: Kinda gets flustered and blushes when you start. Will grab on your hair for dear life and bite his lip to try to stay quiet. As you get into it, he wouldn’t be able to control himself and will let out the most sinful moans. Squirms a lot and is very sensitive. His eyes would be closed for the most part because he likes to enjoy the feeling of you sucking him off. Peeks down at you from time to time to make sure you’re okay. Would go wide eyed if you swallowed all his cum.

☾ BamBam - 

Giving: Bambam would use them thick ass lips to his advantage. He’d first make you laugh by tickling your stomach then brushing his hand against your thigh. He’s such a tease and will kiss the spots nearest to the place you want him to kiss. Will eat you out like he’s starving and suck on your clit until you push him away due to overstimulation. Likes to finger you rough and fast to the point where you have to tell him to slow down. It would fuel his ego if he made you squirt. Loves to watch your face when he makes you cum.

Receiving: Bambam would love to tug on the strands of your hair, as he sank you closer and closer to the base of dick. Uses a lot of dirty words saying how you looked good with his dick in your mouth. His jaw would go slack every time he heard you make that choking sound. As he’s close to his climax, he’ll grab your hair and start pushing your head faster against him. When he cums, he arches his back slightly and cums on your tongue. Smears the cum from his dick onto your lips and brings you back up to his lap to kiss you.

☾ Yugyeom - 

Giving: He would wanna try some wild shit. Would eat you out pretty much everywhere in the house. In the shower, he would kneel down while your leg rests on his shoulder. Loves when you grab his hair while he laps up your arousal. It turns him on even more when you moan his name. Gets a lil cocky from your moans and suck on your clit harder or flicks his tongue on it fast. Spreads your legs further when you start squirming and dips his tongue in and out of your core. Yugyeom is needy, so he would probably expect you to return the favor afterwards.

Receiving: Is one to face fuck you because he gets so turned on by you. He would do it gently for the most part until he’s close. Will hold the sides of your face, sliding you from the tip to the base of his dick, and make sure you get every inch. His moans would be whiny which would show how needy he is for you. He would talk to you, begging you not to stop and telling you how hot you looked. Whimpers when cums and would want you to open your mouth so that he can see if you swallowed his cum.

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 smut #got7 imagines #got7 reactions

[seijohsfairy]

𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃 𝚄𝙿

When your boyfriend gets pissed off, he’s dangerous. Definitely when you just so happen to be on the receiving end of it. day 04 of kinktober

.warnings. brat taming, orgasm denial, degradation, daddy, manhandling, a lot of jealousy, oral (giving), hairpulling, spanking, little bit of voyeurism .wordc. 3.5k

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There’s something so frustrating about the way you’re smiling. He can’t explain it, well— he can but he’d rather not, since it’s nothing to be proud of. Under normal circumstances he thinks you’re the most beautiful person on the planet when you’re smiling, but right now it sets a deep groove above his brow and pulls his lips into a thin line. Oikawa motions his hand around before sliding it through his hair, laughing along with you when you giggle up at him. It’s a genuine laugh, for once, crinkling his eyes at the corners and pulling his cheeks a bit chubbier, and you’re not dealing much better.

“What are you glaring at?” Mattsun comes up from behind him to follow his look, before humming. “Ah, the girlfriend. Those two really get along well, huh.” He smiles, before putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I don’t know, Iwa, seems to me like they’re having more fun without you than with you.” It’s a teasing tone that he can’t miss, but it still doesn’t help. Mattsun’s already turning away again, tossing one of the balls into the crate. “Makki, start cleaning this up already, we have to close up soon!”

He should be glad that you get along with Oikawa. He is glad, but when his friend throws an arm over your shoulder there’s nothing holding back the jealousy that swirls to the surface. It’s like his brain has a blackout for a moment. He’s pulling you out from under him within a second, as you squeak at the sudden pull on your wrist. Oikawa’s arm falls uselessly to the side, and you turn to him with wide eyes. “Haji-” you start, but his glare cuts you off. He’s already walking away with you in toe, not even sparing any of the other guys a look.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut that pretty mouth.” Your lips close automatically, dragged behind your boyfriend who’s frown digs so deep into his handsome face that you’re worried it’ll stick. Oikawa raises an eyebrow to the both of you as he’s hauling you behind him. You just raise your shoulders in response before disappearing from view. Iwaizumi shoves open one of the locker rooms, the abandoned boys’ one, pushing the door into lock behind you. When he rounds on you, you take a tiny step back. “I’ll give you three seconds to explain yourself before I do what I really wanna do right now.” His voice is so much deeper than normal, it makes your knees feel weak.

You freeze under his gaze, but still send him a look. It’s not like him to get so defensive over you. Even though you know you shouldn’t, you can’t help but feel like pushing him just that bit further. “Hajime, we— we were just talking. You know that he’s always a touchy guy, it isn’t just with me.” He does know, but still his lip curls up and his eyebrows pull tighter together. “You’re angry for no reason. Tooru is my friend too.”

“Oh, Tooru is your friend now, is he?” When he walks a bit closer, you instinctively sit down on the bench to lower yourself for him. Your cheeks feel hotter than normal, but you keep his eye stubbornly. “You know what Tooru isn’t?” He cocks his head to the side, coming to stand right in front of you so that you have to look all the way up at him. You put your hands up against his belly, in an attempt to create some space maybe, but your wrists are just caught in his large palms and held together in one hand. The other hand brushes past your cheek and up, before he grabs hold of your hair and tugs your head back more. “Tooru isn’t your fucking boyfriend. So are you going to say sorry or are you going to keep being a slutty fucking brat?”

You should. You know you should. But your mouth is faster than your brain sometimes, and it’s out before you know it. “Sorry for what?”

He raises one eyebrow, just one, but it’s enough to let you know just how badly you’ve fucked up. You instantly wish you could swallow your tongue, but it’s too late. If there was any chance of getting out of your punishment, you’ve just kicked it straight out the window. “Get on your hands and knees,” he says.

You blink at him, and pout a little. “No, daddy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” With your hands still held in his he pulls you off the bench and you hiss from the hard landing on the colder floor. “I said I was sorry,” you whine when he lets go, looking up at him even more now. “Don’t be mad.” He doesn’t just look it, you can tell from the darkness in his eyes he is genuinely pissed.

“Shut up. Bend over.” For the first time in a while your empty pussy clenches from both arousal and fear. It’s not easy to get under his skin enough to make him mad, but Oikawa clearly does it more easily than anything else. You get on your knees for him, watching your boyfriend over your shoulder. Hajime moves his jaw back and forward once, before clicking his tongue. “Actually,” he sits down on the bench then, and looks at you, “bad sluts like you don’t even deserve that dignity. Lay over my lap, now. If you wanna behave like a brat I’ll treat you like one.” The rumble in his voice is enough to get you up and moving over to him, but you frown too.

You didn’t even do anything wrong. As soon as you’re within reach he takes your arm and pulls you into his lap, tipping you over so that your blood rushes between your ears. You hold onto him to keep from falling over entirely. “Hajime!” A palm connects sharply with your ass, the heat of impact surging through you. You shut your eyes and shudder, grabbing onto his thigh where you can reach and the other keeping from connecting your face with the floor.

“What was that?” he grunts, dipping under the waistband with touches he knows will drive you crazy. You can only whimper in anticipation. He pulls your pants and panties down your ass and leaves them halfway down your thighs, before humming when you don’t immediately respond. His one hand comes down on your ass again, even harder this time, and you whine. His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head up so you’re only holding yourself up on his strong thigh. Your back arched so far back for him it will ache. “What’s wrong, baby? You look like you’re gonna cry.”

He chuckles when you crack your eyes open enough to look at him with wetness around your lashes. “Isn’t this what you want? You want daddy to punish you for being a greedy slut.” He waits for a moment for a response, for you to say you don’t want it, but nothing comes. Even if it hurts, you could never deny him anything. You open your mouth to talk back when he kneads the sensitive skin between his strong digits, but before you can get anything out he’s spanking you again. Your body twitches and you are shoved forward more, whimpering and tearing up at the perfect sting.

It’s not surprising the ace can deliver blows to make you all mellow, you knew this was how it was going to go, but that doesn’t keep you from crying as he smacks the tingling skin another time, and one more. “You got anything to say, brat? Or do I have to make you count them until you can’t anymore?” You mumble a tiny ‘no’, as your boyfriend finally lets go of the deathgrip on your hair to let you rest over his lap again. “I’m not going to feel bad for you, you pathetic slut. You knew this would happen when you were drooling all over Oikawa earlier.” With another blow, you whimper and press your face against his leg, spreading your legs more. It doesn’t really work with the way your pants are keeping them together.

Still, you feel the tracing of his fingers over the glowing skin, trailing down to your holes and huffing. “How did you say it?” he taunts, rubbing his digits around in your slick just enough to make you frustrated at the wait. “Say his name again, slut, you were saying it all cute for him earlier. So fucking lay on my lap like a desperate bitch and say it for me now.”

You look up at him from your pitiful position and whine in displeasure. “Daddy, please. I don’t want to, I only want to say your name.” He means it though, his movements crawling to a halt when you don’t listen the way he wants you to. It’s not like you mean to be a brat, but how can he ask this of you? Wouldn’t it just make him more angry? Just the tip of his tongue peeks out to wet his lips, but it’s enough to show you he’s serious. You sigh and bite your lip, but give in. “I said Tooru is my friend too. But—” Hajime shoves two fingers right into you without mercy, stretching you out so well it makes your toes curl. His warm hand pressed up against your sensitive skin and his fingers move out of you before you can catch your breath, before they are being curled inside you again with relentless pumps.

“But does Tooru own this cunt?” he grumbles, pulling you higher up his lap to get a better angle, which makes you moan out even louder. “Does he have his fingers inside your wet mess, hah?”

“No— hng- no, he doesn’t. Only you, daddy, just you,” you babble out, keening when he scissors you open to fit another finger in. “Ah, aah— daddy, please. Feels s’good, I’m so sorry.” With the three thick digits breaking you open, you can only hold onto him and hang on in hopes that he’ll get some of his frustration out before he fucks you, tears running down your face. You’re still mostly dressed, but you know you look like a total mess. In the back of your mind you wonder if practice is over any time soon, but you can’t truly find it in yourself to care. Sometimes even Iwa needs an ego boost, and if this is the way he wants to take it, you’ll gladly oblige.

“Are you dripping down your thighs for me, or is that all because of Tooru?” he asks again, brushing up against your spot so well that black spots litter your vision with each pump of his hand.

“You, you!” you whimper, digging your nails into his leg. “I only love you, daddy. Only you.” The coil in your belly is already so tight it’s making you ache, even with the lacking pressure on your clit. He’s just that good with your body, and you moan out for him as you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. Your body trembles pitifully in his lap, building so high. The blood pounds loud between your ears.

“Wanna cum? You’re super close, huh,” he chuckles, and you nod your head desperately up and down. But right as you’re about to fall over the edge, he pulls his fingers out of you, slipping them into his mouth with a growl. You full-on cry out as you feel your high slip away, lifting your body from his lap to glare so hard you can feel the sparks. It hurts. Hajime sucks his fingers clean, and just pulls your panties and pants back up. The sound that comes out of your throat is one of true desperation, but you can’t even help it. You wipe your hand under your eyes with one hand, being put down by your boyfriend as he tutts his lips. “Hold it. Maybe I’ll let you cum after.”

As you sit on the floor feeling sorry for yourself, the man goes to search through his bag, back turned to you. And you really, really have to convince yourself not to just finish yourself off. He’d have you crying out for hours if you did. When your boyfriend turns back, he tosses the tie of his uniform your way. “Put it around your eyes and open that pretty mouth for me. I’ll give you a chance to make it up to me.” You play with the fabric in your hands for a moment, before biting your lip. You’re still at the edge of crying, your lashes clumping together and your legs weak, slick center aching to be filled so bad it makes you a bit dizzy. That or the blood rushing back down. “You don’t want it?”

“No, I do,” you quickly mumble, putting the makeshift blindfold on to cover your eyes. You just love seeing his face so much when you take him into your mouth, which— thinking about it more, is probably why he’s doing this to you in the first place. The fabric pushes your wet lashes down, making sure you’ll look as fucked out as possible after. But you open your mouth regardless, licking your lips as you hear the sound of fabric in front of you. The warmth of his body even so far away is comforting, and so is the hand that brushes past your cheek. “I love you, Hajime.”

“Quiet, brat,” he mumbles, though you can hear it’s a lot more gentle than his harsh tone earlier. You reach your hands up to hold onto his thighs, as he rubs the head of his cock against your cheek with a soft sigh. You moan, reaching out your tongue as far as possible. You can almost see the way his handsome face contorts as he slides himself over your tongue and into your mouth painfully slow. The way his eyes flutter, bottom lip being tucked between his teeth. He always looks so hot like that, and your center clenches at the thought. “Open wider.”

He pushes himself in then, the taste of his precum in your mouth and his thick cock filling your cheeks all the way to the back of your throat, mind-numbingly slow. His groan is perfect, fingers tangling into your hair and yanking you forward until your nose is against his skin and keeping you there for a bit before letting you back up. “Want me to use you?” he asks, and you’re quick to hum around him as he slides back in. The pressure makes more tears, seeping into the blindfold. Hajime grunts when you hollow your cheeks and suck harder, rubbing your tongue along his length and squeezing his thigh in the process. He pulls his hips back, then holds onto your face and sets a pace that has you choking around him. But it feels so good.

“That’s it, fuckin’ take my cock all the way.” Your other hand moves under him to cup his balls and squeeze, which makes him thrust forward even harder. You gag and drool until he lets you back up for air and repeat that until you’re whining and moaning around him, as his perfect sounds make your thighs ache and your empty pussy clench tight. When you push on his hip bone he grunts in displeasure, but pulls your hair back to let you up. “You got something to say?”

“Daddy, fuck me,” you gasp out when he gives you air again, digging your nails into his thigh, “please. Please fill me up with your cock. I want it so bad.” Hajime hums for a moment and brushes his thumb through the mess running down your lips and chin. But he doesn’t do anything else, so you push your thighs together more for any kind of friction. He wants to drive you crazy, and it’s working. “Fuck, I’ll do anything, daddy. Just please let me sit on your cock, please. Want nothing more than to feel you in me, to have you stuffing my cunny and to fill me with your cum.”

“Yeah?” He chuckles at your overeager answer, and brushes his tip back over your lips once more. “You gonna behave now?”

“Yes, yes, yes. I’ll be good. Please.” When you feel his hands at the back of your head you almost start crying from relief, your needy pussy definitely dripping through your panties at this point. The coil in your stomach is so tight that you feel like you might evaporate any second if he doesn’t have mercy on you soon. The blindfold drops down your body and you immediately stand up to shove your pants and panties down your legs, as your boyfriend chuckles again. He sits down and pulls you into his lap, slotting your thighs around his hips and rubbing his cock through your gushing slit, while you wipe your lips with the back of your hand.

Then you pout at him when he lines himself up, and he understands your expression enough to kiss you for the first time since he pulled you in here. His warm mouth feels perfect against yours, but you’re pulling away soon, grabbing between your bodies to hurry it up. “Alright, desperate brat, calm down. I’ll give you what you want,” he grunts, lifting you up a bit to position you better. You sink down before you can think about it, letting his thick cock stretch you wide open. And as you whine around him, dropping your head back in pleasure, he grabs your ass tight and starts rocking into you. “Who fills you up like this?”

Hajime plants kisses on the exposed part of your neck, thrusting up hard as you do your best to meet his movements. The wet sound of skin slapping together fills the room, along with your mixed moans and grunts. It’s almost impossible to get any coherent thought while being stuffed to the brim, but you manage to lift your face enough to answer him. “Ha- ji- me,” you mumble, reaching up to grab onto the softer hair at the base of his head to have something to hold onto. Your muscles strain to keep up with his relentless pace, your high building way too quickly for your liking.

“That’s right. Only me. This slutty cunt will only ever belong to me, got that?” You don’t answer, just dropping yourself down on him and feeling the smack of each pump, your thighs slamming into his and the coarse hair rubbing against your clit until you feel like you might go crazy. “I own you, don’t fucking forget it again.” He reaches between you then, to brush your puffy clit hard and fast, with your mouth opening and tears dropping down your face. But before you can cum a sound catches you off guard, you almost wanna scream at the interruption. Iwa pulls his hand away even though you try to hold onto him, looking over your shoulder. Your phone is buzzing in your discarded pants.

“Just ignore it,” you plead. Of course he doesn’t. Iwa lifts a brow, before he motions you off. You have to bite your lip to hold in a sigh and slip off him with slick dripping down your thighs to pick up your pants and shuffle through the pocket. Your orgasm is right there, you can almost taste it. You freeze for a second when you see the name, but walk back to your boyfriend in the hopes that he’s just as desperate to cum as you are. The buzzing stops. You get back on his lap and send him a look, before he’s pulling you back closer to slide in again. You moan at the feeling and drop your face to his neck to hide away, letting him roll his hips into you. “It was Oikawa.”

“Call him back,” your boyfriend grunts. You feel the rumble of his chest against your cheek. You try to dissuade him, but he just thrusts harder into you so that you’re shut up, and pushes against your back to arch you into him entirely. “I’m not asking.”

With shaky hands you find the number and start ringing, looking up at your boyfriend with pleading eyes he pointedly ignores. The click of the line comes fast. “Oh, you rung back quickly!” Tooru sounds over the phone, and you bite your lip to hold in any sounds as you’re bounced up and down the ace’s cock. “I was just checking if you were still in the gym or not. We didn’t lock up yet so if you left already I’ll have to ask the coach to do it.”

“No- need,” you hiss, mouth cracking open when your boyfriend’s hand slips back between your bodies to rub at your sensitive bud ever harder than before. “Still here, I’ll lock up.”

“Okay, good… You okay? You sound a bit stuffy, maybe you’re getting sick. I have some tea that might help!”

Before you can say anything back, Iwa snatches the phone out of your hand and puts it to the side, putting you down on the bench and lifting your legs to your chest to pump into you harder. “Forget it, I’m not waiting on Shittykawa to finish talking.”

“Hajime, wait! Let me— Oh shit,” you cry, clenching around his cock and making him groan.

You try to reach for the phone to turn off the call if Tooru didn’t already, but Iwa just grabs hold of your wrist and bites down on the skin between your neck and shoulder to get your attention. “Fuckin’ leave it.” He pounds into you hard and fast, enough to make the entire bench rattle with each snap of his hips and his balls smacking into you. “Say my name properly,” he mumbles, and with each motion you forget about the phone a bit more. “Right now.”

He grabs hold of your thighs even harder, and you can only hold onto his shoulders while you’re rocked on his cock. “Daddy! Fuck, please pleasepleaseplease.” You don’t know if the call turns off at any point, but you stop caring after the first orgasm.

[sluttbuttsstuff]

Mista x Reader fic Not SFW: The Slurpee Incident

This fic was dangerously self-indulgent, but I hope you’re still able to enjoy it.  Also an alarming amount of Angela Lansbury to not be a crack fic

WARNING: Not sfw, blow jobs, deep throating, fluff, public indecency (?) several references to older tv shows including murder she wrote, etc

“Angela Lansbury is a saint, and I won’t tolerate any more slander to her good name!”  Mista proclaimed, stomping down the snack isles of the local convenience store.  Mista had called you about an hour ago to let you know he was done with “Work” and the two of you were in the beginning of your domestic routine.  Mista and you would, at least once a week, grab as many snack foods as the two of you could carry to replenish your boyfriend and the Sex Pistols, build a pillow fort in your living room, and binge watch old tv shows no one had heard of for decades until you either fell asleep, had sex, or sometimes both.  The two of you had  gotten through Dragnet, Boston Legal, Trailer Park Boys. You had recently started watching murder she wrote, which had brought you to your current discussion.

“Of course she’s a saint, Mista, i’m not arguing that at all- for god’s sakes she’s Mrs. Potts, it’s impossible to hate her!  I’m just saying, would it kill the writers to come up with plot lines that don’t revolve around her family?  I mean, Grady’s cool and all, I like the relationship  between him and Jessica-”  Jessica is, of course, the name of Angela Lansbury’s character-”But Grady’s fiance?  And family??  Donna’s a cute enough character, but the episode about their wedding was like something from a sitcom, not a murder mystery.”  You argued your case to him, stopping by the Slushy machine to fill a cup, “Your favorite still Blue Raspberry?”

“Yes, and I will admit, that sometimes the familial subplots run a bit thin, and certain episodes don’t let Angela shine her brightest-BUT!”  He Pointed at you for emphasis, as he grabbed the slushie from you and took a dramatic sip, “ -BUT the small town drama and family drama is what  MAKES Murder She Wrote the show it is!  I mean, Doc Seth, Sheriff Tupper?  They’re just as important as Jessica to Cabot Cove!” 

A cleared throat followed by a glare from the cashier interrupted the two of you, pointedly looking at the drink and open packages Mista had been too impatient to get into.  Sheepishly, the two of you paid for your stash and quickly left, nothing but a bell to signal you were even there.  

You paused outside of the doors, looked at one another, and burst into laughter.

“Man,did you see that guy’s face?  Can you imagine, he probably had no idea what we were talking about at all!”  Mista cackled.  

“He must think we’re crazy or something!”  You giggled, pulling him away and toward your favorite shortcut.  

Normally you wouldn’t go home down a back alley like this, especially in the dark of night, but with Mista you had zero worries.  Yes, he was a silly man passionate about old tv shows and actresses, but he was also a full-fledged mafioso that you trusted with your life. 

 “Hey, gimme some more of that slushie, I'm super thirsty.”  You pulled the straw to your lips, sucking.  You couldn’t help but notice the way Mista eyed you so intently, a flush on his cheeks and a lump on his throat.  Looking down, you could see another lump as well.

“Seriously, Mista?”  You asked, rolling your eyes.  Your boyfriend had a hair trigger in his pants, and you weren’t talking about the sex pistols.

“Hey~ cut me some slack!  It’s been awhile since i saw you last, and, y’know,”  Mista stammered, trying to justify himself, “I like the way you drink my slushie~”

You snorted, “Are you sure it’s not because you’ve been thinking about Angela Lansbury”  You teased him.

“I plead the fifth.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”  You grabbed Mista, dropping your grocery bags (without spilling them onto the dirt soaked asphalt, thank you) and Kissed him hard.  Mista quickly reciprocated, letting you push him against the brick wall behind him.  You bit his lip before pulling away, tasting the blue raspberry on his lips.  

“Your tongue’s blue,”  Mista said, sticking a thumb into your mouth, poking you to stick it out.  You licked his finger, and felt him twitch through his pants, groaning.  You pulled away from Mista, only to kneel down in front of him.  

“Holy shit, y/n, for real?  Here??”  Mista whispered, as if he was afraid someone was going to find the two of you. 

“ Keep drinking your slushie and stay quiet, I'm gonna make sure I'm the only woman you can think about for the rest of the night~”  You replied, playing with his happy trail, gleefully watching the way  Mista’s body leaned into your touch.  

Mista  choked on the straw with how quickly he jammed it into his mouth, moving with you to help you take his belt off of his tacky pants, and pulled him out of his underwear’s fly.

He groaned, biting the straw and bucking into your hands.  Giggling, you shushed him stroking his shaft briefly, making sure he was fully hard and ready for you.  You stuck out your blue tongue and licked a stripe from base to tip, swirling it around the head teasingly.  Mista growled,  his free hand Pushing you face first onto his cock, too impatient and nervous to draw out the teasing in a back alley like this.  You moaned on his shaft, feeling it hit the back of your throat, savoring the feeling of fullness that would have intimidated you at the beginning of your relationship.  Mista was large, but you weren’t a quitter- you had conquered his dick in your mouth, pussy and even ass like the size queen you were. 

“Fuuuuck, y/n, you really know how to drive a guy wild.  Did you do this sort of thing with any  other lucky punk who dated you?” He grunted, trying not to move his hips and choke you on his cock.  You just looked him in the eye as you deep throated him to the base, massaging his balls in one hand.  

“Jesus, bella, keep doing that and I'm gonna cum real fast!”  Mista gasped, nearly dropping his slushie.  

“That’s kind of the idea,“ You told him bluntly, popping off his throbbing prick, to catch a deep breath before continuing.

  Bobbing your head on and off him steadily faster, careful not to hit your gag reflex.  Mista grinned down at you, clearly enjoying himself.  In truth, he had been wanting this long before your slushie, but had planned to be a gentleman and ignore it until you were home and comfortable.  But you, you could read him like a book, and always treated him right.  Not just in the bedroom, but all the other ways that made him feel warm and fluffy inside.  You were wonderful with Sex Pistols, you let him hang out with his gang no questions asked, you even accepted the unsavory, highly illegal parts of him as well.  This?  This was just icing on his cake, or rather  syrup in his slurpee.  

You could tell from the way Mista was looking at you, and leaking in your mouth, that he was close.  You made sure to focus your efforts on his sensitive head, stroking his shaft with one hand and playing with his testes in the other.  

“H-hey, i’m… y’know, so either pull off or don’t choke,”  Mista warned you. You nodded; you wouldn’t dream of it.  You said his name around his pulsing cockhead, and he busted hard and fast down your waiting throat.  His cum was thick and creamy, and tasted vaguely sweet, or was that the slushie?  Either way, you swallowed it all down as you stared at him unashamedly.  

“y/n~~!”  He giggled.  Watching you swallow his load was always his favorite part.  Like he was marking you as his.  He pulled you off of the ground and kissed you, tongue tasting the remnants in each other’s mouths. You brushed off the dust from your pants, and grabbed the now-melted slurpee from Mista and finished it off.

“Heyyy!”  He complained, watching you throw it into a dark corner of the alley.  “Oh hush, I have plenty of soda at home.” Mista moped a little, but let it go, throwing an arm over your shoulder after he and you grabbed your grocery bags.

“Hey y/n,” Mista asked, walking to your place, “I was thinking- after we finish Murder she Wrote, do you wanna watch Friends?”

“First, you can eat my pussy out when we get home. We’ll figure out what to binge watch later.”

#not sfw #n/s/f/w #sluttbuttsstuff #fic #mista #mistaxreader #jjba #ventoaureo

[gagmebucky]

[bad boy!bucky. teasing. kitten.]

“You’re fuckin’ responsive,” he answers himself, half-bemoaned like he can’t believe it, “like no one’s treated your little kitty like she deserves. But that’s okay ‘cause I’m here, and I’m gonna make it all better, kitten.” The last bit is a crooned promise. “Want me to fingerfuck your tight heat until you’re sobbing into the middle of my hand, don’t you?”

in which you’re supposed to tutor bucky but he has other plans. (includes bad boy!bucky x shy!reader, bucky’s pov, dirty talk, praise kink, teasing, fingering, mild exhibitionism and voyeurism.)

do not repost.

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“Shouldn’t you be closer?” Bucky quirks a quizzical eyebrow from across the library table, lips slanted in the faintest of smirks, resisting a full blown show of teeth lest he intimidate you further. 

Stacked shelf to shelf, the book-laden expanse is desolate on an eight o’clock evening. The maze of literature has a plethora of tables and chairs on in-house reading; of which, the both of you are stationed at one. At the farthest corner of the room, he’s moored you in a coven of privacy: obscured from the front desk by towers of wood and bound paper. 

At the opposing head of the rectangular surface, you look up; the first glance in ten minutes since arriving for the studying session as you procrastinated under the guise of arranging the work space. Your wide eyes connect with his, and you swallow. “I. . . I,” you stammer before clearing your throat and nodding. “Yes. I - I suppose I should.” 

His fingers flex subconsciously at the anticipation of having you within reach. “Okay, c’mon,” he encourages, settling forward as he pats the open seat beside him. “I won’t bite, kitten.” Before he can control himself, a smirk upturns his naturally redden lips, words drawling out like gravel, “Unless, of course, you want me to.” 

Your pretty face darkens a bashful shade, and your mouth opens then shuts. You diligently gather your materials, fumbling some underneath the intensity of his carnivorously blue gaze. Once you’ve packed up your textbook and writing utensils, you grapple them to your chest. “I am just your tutor, James, and all we’ll be doing is studying,” you state, hushed and insistent, almost as if to convince yourself. 

His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, his teeth following to nibble on them before releasing. “Whatever you say, kitten,” he claims, but there’s a covetous glint in his dilated pupils that says otherwise.

Albeit with hesitation, you pad down to the chair directly diagonal from him and sit. A unique lull of vanilla and cinnamon greet his senses, another intoxicating whiff when you flip your physics book open to a chapter about electromagnetic waves. 

After skimming it with your eyes, you straighten. “Okay, um,” you say without looking at him. “Are you sure you want me to tutor you? Because it’s not my major, and I’m only getting a B—”

“I’m sure.” 

Unbeknownst to you—and to anyone who looks at him—he’s getting an A in Introduction to Cosmology. The thing is, he heard you’re one of the volunteer tutors; what’s a better way to get to know you than through deceiving you into being alone with him in a nearly empty library. 

A part of him feels guilty for that but it’s a necessary evil. Utilizing your predilection for helping others, he’s finally gotten you on your own. With your generally skittish personality, amplified when it comes to a roguish reputation like his, it was his only course of action. And he’s wanted this, wanted you for awhile now. 

Ever since he’s seen you in the front row of class, jotting down line and line of lecture, catching glimpses of your face buried in a book underneath the campus tree, he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head. But upon approaching you, you were all stuttering and clumsily running away. 

Turns out, his capable temper and brazenly illicit activities are more infamous than he initially thought. Which he should feel proud about, not annoyed by. But given its fault in thwarting his courting of you, there’s a flicker of agitation. 

That particular emotion is simmering with every second he inhales your bewitching aroma and eyes your beauty up-close. Warmly dimmed lights cast down a glow on your face, the shadow of your cheekbones, the length of your fluttering lashes. Your eyebrows are pinched cutely in concentration as you scan over his error-ridden homework, pink tongue peeking against your upper lip. 

God. You’re so cute. But in a way that makes him want to sheathe himself inside you as deep as possible and watch you writhe around on his cock beneath him. 

His jaw locks briefly as desire pits in his stomach. And, he knows he’s staring, an intensity of hunger display within his shark-like eyes. Undoubtedly, you see through his storming oceanic pools and know that there’s a gluttony of dastardly impulses flashing through his mind; carnal movies starring you and him in the leading roles. 

For the millionth time, you clear your throat. “S - so, I think we should go over the easy ones first. Then we - we. . .” you fumble over your instruction when his hand finds its way on your thigh, squeezing lightly through your skirt. You gulp and spare a nervous glance around then whisper, “What are you d - doing?” 

“Trying to learn,” he answers casually, moving his hand to slip underneath the fabric. He withholds a sound at the soft smoothness contrasting against his rough palm. Gauging your reaction, the shiver that slithers down your spine but the alarm widening your big eyes, he stills in place, tracing lazy circles with his thumb. “Aren’t you gonna help me, kitten?” 

You nod quickly. “Y - yes, of course.” You shuffle in your chair but he keeps a steady hold on you. “What I was saying is that, we’ll go slow then when you understand the basics, we’ll go f - faster with some harder problems.” 

“You know, I’m the type of person who prefers to go fast. I like to go in all at once, no preparation. . .” He licks his bottom lip. “Fast and hard. You think you can handle that, kitten?” On cue with the pet name, he glides his palm up your sensitive inner thighs, inching to where you’re radiating heat. 

Immediately, you gasp. “J - James!” you admonish a little too loudly and drop your pen to seize his wrist as it fixes between the cradle of your hips. “I - I’m trying to tutor you; what are you d - doing?” Despite the appalledness of your voice, your hips are instinctively bucking into the stimulation. 

“I’m listening,” he insists innocently, tilting his head as if perplexed by your fidgeting. “Is there something wrong? D’you need to use the bathroom?” 

You gnaw on your bottom lip, clearly crossed between calling him out and brushing it off. To his lucky surprise, you chose the latter. “L - let’s begin, then.” You relinquish his wrist and focus on the work splayed out on the table. “The test is coming up, and you’ll need to memorize the equations so - so—” When his hand reaches your panties and his index finger draws lines up and down your slit with the faintest of touches, you jolt, gasping, “James, we’re supposed to be studying!” 

The look on your face, he can't get enough of it: embarrassment attempting to cover the need shining in your sparkling eyes. “I am.” He chuckles huskily as he undulates his fingertips along your cloth-clad slit. “I’m studying your little pussy. And you wanna know what I notice right off the bat?” he questions like you can respond but you’re too busy shoving a fist in your mouth and smothering sounds as he goes to work. 

He kneads your sex crudely, manipulating the weeping flesh through soaked cotton between his fingers. He hasn’t touched you for more than a minute, and you’re already a puddle against the chair—slicked up and primed for something to fill up that tight hollowness inside you. 

“You’re fuckin’ responsive,” he answers himself, half-bemoaned like he can’t believe it, “like no ones treated your little kitty like she deserves. But that’s okay ‘cause I’m here, and I’m gonna make it all better, kitten.” The last bit is a crooned promise. “Want me to fingerfuck your tight heat until you’re sobbing into the middle of my hand, don’t you?”

As you nod with fluttering lashes, he bypasses your underwear and palms your hot, soft mound. A moan vibrates through his throat at the same time you squeal. He beelines for your clit, swollen and just begging for abuse—which he’s more than happy to provide, to wear the tiny bundle of nerves out until you just can’t stop shaking. 

The mere image of your cute self undone like that in the public has all the blood rushing to his cock and straining for release; for you to give him that release but that’s not his aim right here and now. Right here and now, it’s about corrupting someone as sweet and good as you—to be the blackguard that unravels you like candy bar and eats you whole. 

“G - god. That’s good,” you whimper, raking your nails down his muscular forearms, and he’ll wear the red marks with pride in the future. You survey the surroundings but he can’t care less about whether someone’s watching. “James. H - hold on—” 

He pauses and lifts a brow because you’re still rutting into his caress like a dog in heat. “You really want me to stop, kitten? ‘Cause your sexy body is telling me otherwise.” If you want him to stop, he has zero qualms about doing it; he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get you in your entirety. 

You shake your head. “N - no. I - I like it,” you whisper shyly, blinking those hypnotizing orbs at him. “But—”

Cutting you off, a familiar voice rings out, “Hey!” Deep and annoyingly authoritative, he identifies the blond librarian’s baritone pitch. Heavy footsteps on hardwood became louder as a build rivaling Bucky intevenes. “I heard someone yell—” 

Bucky grunts. “We’re just fine, Rogers.” He punctuates the word by parting a finger past your tumescented folds, sliding in with a curved angle until he hears your muffled but telltale choke that he's about to stroke your g-spot. A smirk curls into his lips as you slump in your seat, arms braced around your head to hide your face. “Oh, yeah. We’re doing great.” 

Steve narrows his eyes and folds his arms, nonverbally saying he won’t be brushed off that easily. “Am I seriously supposed to trust someone like you, Barnes?” he retorts with a scoff and takes a step closer to examine you. 

Which, if it were anyone else, he’d tell them to fuck off before he makes them. In this case, however, he’s knuckle deep inside you, and he sorta wants Steve to know that. In Bucky’s failed attempts to pursue you, he noticed that his childhood frenemy had also developed feelings for you, but is too daft to act on them. So, there’s some satisfaction in showing him you’re literally wrapped around his finger.

Your channel possesses him like a vice, practically gushing with every slow thrust, fevered like the contents of a volcano, and soft like silk; he knows you’ve been made to be seated around his cock. And with that conviction in his head, he’s going to show you off proudly.

“Kitten, why don’t you tell Stevie here that I’m taking good care of you?” Bucky purrs in your ear, gaze connected with the fiery depths of Steve’s. “Just reassure him that I’m handling my perfect little kitty just like she needs.” 

It takes you a minute to gather yourself—not that it helps—then you raise your head. Your face is dazed in unmistakable desire, a shimmering sheen of sweat around your forehead, pupils blown wide. “I - I’m fine,” you croak, a tone away from being a moan. “James is h - helping me.”

Satisfaction fills him, and he has to share how pleased he is with you. Keeping the heel of his palm flushed against your clit, the texturized pad of his finger rasps over that soft spot inside you over and over, speed quickening every time, making you sporadically spasm around him. 

The sensations hit you at once because you coil yourself into his embrace, trembling with your nose pressed into his chest, and his other arm huddles you close while his fingers play you like a fiddle. His black t-shirt does a decent job of suppressing your pleasure-heavy cries, but in a library setting, the noises are unmistakable. 

In shock—jealousy or arousal, both probably—Steve takes a step back, eyes like moons and lips parted as he watches the girl he has a crush on shudder and sob in the throes of orgasm within the arms of his frenemy. All the time, Bucky’s remain on his, an infuriating smirk upturned on his lips. 

Because he’s an asshole, he ducks down to stage-whisper in your ear, “That’s it, kitten. Squeeze my fingers, show me how tight you’ll feel bouncing on my cock. Be a good girl for me, and do exactly what I say.” Your cries crescendo, and your channel twitches warningly. “There she goes. You’ve got the softest, littlest, wettest pussy, don’t you, kitten? And I’m the only one who gets to have you, right?” 

Along with a nod, there’s a distinct bleat of, “Y - yes!” And that snaps Steve out of his perverse trance, blinking back into reality, and spinning on his heels to storm off, probably to jerk off or punch something. Either way, Bucky’s having the best time he’s had in awhile, and it’s all thanks to you. 

You bite into his pectoral through the blend of polyester and cotton when you cum, a sting that he absolutely loves. Your velvet walls pulsate and throb as you flood his hand, your whole body vibrating with the force that upheaves you. 

He rocks you through it: repeatedly cooes of “Good, kitten,” and waning strokes of his fingers, holding you snugly. Once the convulsions have stopped, he pops his finger free and sucks it clean. At the taste, a groan wrenches through his throat, and the urge to get on his knees and lap at the source dominates him. 

Blearily, you look up at him, all timid and such. And he feels his heart melt. “I don’t want you to fail,” you blurt out. “I’m sorry!” 

He cracks a grin. “It’s fine. I’m doing good in that class, anyway.” He cups your cheek. “I just wanted to hang out with you. Why don’t we get something to eat, and then later, I’ll eat you?” 

Although flustered, you nod with a small smile. “O - okay.”

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Good Girl

Pairing: Chris Evans x black!reader

Summary: The reader acts up at a party and a Chris decides to do something about.

Warnings: Smut of course 😏

A/N: Apparently I have a thing about writing Chris in secret relationships. This fic was inspired by the photo below 👇🏿

Oh shit, you were fucked! He stood there angry in his all white linen suit with his drink in his hand.

You should’ve known better not to piss him off like that, but when the party started you were in a petty mood. Chris and you had some little argument that you couldn’t even remembered what it was about before your party and being your petty little self, you decided to make him jealous.

There was a bunch of celebrities at your pool party and you spent most of your time twerking on Drake. To everyone else that was normal, but to Chris you were crossing a line. No one knew that you two were a couple, because as a renowned club owner you didn’t want to get involve with any celebrity and it’s also fun to sneak around at events.

“Y/N/N, where’s somewhere quiet I can go? My agent won’t stop calling me?” His fake niceness had you scared. There was no way you were gonna fall for that.

“Anywhere upstairs is fine. But fair warning, if you end up in my room, don’t judge me.” You turned back to continue your conversation with your friends, but Chris wasn’t easily deterred.

“How about you be my guide and that won’t happen?” His smile was inviting, but you had to be strong.

As you were trying to say no, Megan was standing behind him, mimicking the cowgirl position, mouthing to you to “Tap that.”

To get Megan to stop and knowing you’d be in even more trouble if you told Chris no, you escorted him upstairs.

Chris had to restrain himself walking up the stairs behind you. All his attention was on the curve of your ass and how it was eating up your bikini bottoms.

“Walking slow won’t stop your punishment. In fact, the longer you make me wait, the harsher it’ll be.” Chris informed you, catching onto your reason for going up the stairs so slow.

Wanting to get it over with, you ran up the rest of the way up to your room. Once you were inside, Chris didn’t say a word. He just stared at you while rolling up his sleeves.

“You can’t spank me this time. The marks would show and I’m not covering up. This bikini is too cute.” You tried to establish some semblance of dominance.

Still Chris didn’t say a word. He just quirked an eyebrow that said, “Oh really?” Chris gently pushed you to your knees, pulling out his hardened length.

You already knew the punishment and assumed the position, hands on your thighs and mouth open. Chris pushed his stiffened dick in your mouth and begun to throat fuck you.

Thanks to all your training, you were able to fit him all the way in your mouth, but he was still brutal with his thrusts and you loved it. “Since you wanna act like a slut, I’m gonna treat you like one.” Chris grunted above you.

His strokes reminded you of how he treats your pussy, rough and methodical. You had to dig your nails into your thighs to stop them from dipping inside your bikini bottoms; you didn’t need to get into anymore trouble with Chris.

Chris’ eyes dipped down to you and he darkly chuckled at your struggle. He pulled out of your mouth with an audible pop and leaned towards your face, gripping the sides tightly. “Awww, look at the little slut. Me fucking your throat made your tight little pussy wet, huh? You want me to fuck that pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered.

He spit in your mouth and shoved his thumb inside for you to suck. “Well, who am I to deny my baby girl? Get on the bed.”

Quickly, you jumped to your feet and laid on the bed. Not too long after, Chris stripped down and joined you on the bed. You didn’t get to admire the work of an art he calls a body, because he flipped you over on your stomach. With his teeth he untied your bikini and pulled it off.

Once you were completely naked, he ordered you to arch your back. Chris wasted no time and slammed into you, almost causing you to cum right at that moment.

Gripping the back of your neck, Chris grunted in your ear, “Don’t you dare fucking cum until I say you can.”

A muffled ‘yes sir’ escaped your lips and Chris resumed his pace. By the way he was fucking you, you could tell this was all about his pleasure, but you were still enjoying it. Subconsciously, Chris always assured you were pleased when you were in trouble with him, that’s why you were always being a brat.

“Can I- cann can I- can I please cum?” You begged through Chris’s masterful strokes.

“Hell no! Only good girls who know who they belong to can cum. Did you really think I let you cum after you shaking your ass on another man in front of me? Oh sweetheart, that’s adorable,” Chris taunted.

Aware that he was running low on time before your party guests would be curious about where you and Chris was at, he began chasing his release. The sound of you begging him over and over again pushed him over the edge, making him paint your walls with his nut.

All he wanted to do is bask in his post-nut afterglow and cuddle with you, but y’all had a party to get and your punishment still wasn’t over. So, regretfully he got up and went to get a towel to clean you up.

After he made sure you were good, he got dressed again and came to sloppily kiss you, taking your breath away. “Get dressed and be downstairs in five minutes. If you’re not, you’ll get a repeat of what just happened all night long.” He threatened with a squeeze of your neck before walking back downstairs.

Hurriedly, you put your bikini back on, which was torture because it rubbed against your sensitive clit. You spent your last minute looking for one more piece of clothing before heading back outside. Luckily, you found it in the nick of time, because you knew Chris would be timing you and if you were even a second late, he would make good on his promise.

Chris’ eyes lit up when he saw you. He had to fight the smirk on his face when he noticed you in a swimsuit sarong. Even without him saying anything, he knew he had an influence on you.

Desperately, you wanted to curl up next to him and hang on his arm, but you couldn’t. So, you settled for the next best thing: randomly popping up in conversations he had. Chris was social so, he talked to various groups of people and you being the hostess gave you the perfect opportunity to suddenly appear in those groups.

It was becoming so frequent that Meg began to notice, but she kept her mouth quiet until you started to pretend to be sick. “Bitch, ain’t nothing wrong with you. You just trying to get rid of everyone so you can have Chris all to yourself.”

“How’d you know?” You whispered.

Meg scrunched up her face and laughed at you, pulling you away from the rest of your guests. “Girl, you’ve been near him since he’d broke your back upstairs. Who knew Captain America was so nasty?”

Your jaw dropped at her revelation. “Your secret is safe with me. I’m just mad you ain’t tell me sooner. How long y’all two been together?”

“A couple of months.”

“Well, I guess I understand why y’all keeping it a secret. Don’t want the media all in your business.”

“Exactly! And the sneaking around makes the sex so much better.” Both you and Megan laughed so loud at your joke that y’all made people look at y’all to see what was so funny.

“Since, you figured us out can you do me a huge favor?” You asked with puppy dog eyes and a pout.

Your friend laughed at you because she already knew what the favor was. “Start telling people you don’t feel well and get them the hell up out your house?” Enthusiastically you shook your head yes. “Girl, I got you. Go lay on a lounge chair and I’ll start clearing out.”

Thankful that you had a great friend in Megan, you laid on the chair, appearing sick.

“Alright y’all, now y’all don’t have to go home but you got to get the hell up out of here! My bestie don’t feel good and y’all gots to go!” You had to hold back your smile after listening to Meg’s announcement.

Everyone understood and started to file out. Some would stop by to tell you to feel better and walk off, but one person decided to sit in the chair next to you, blocking the sun. “You’re something else. You know that right?”

Cracking one eye open you peeked at your boyfriend and smiled at him. “How else am I gonna get you alone? And I really do feel sick.”

Chris laid his hand against your forehead. “Huh, you don’t have a fever. What kind of sickness is this?”

“It’s perpetual horiness and can only be cured by penetration from the patient’s boyfriend.”

The way the two of you were seated had other’s view of what you were doing blocked. Grabbing his hand, you slipped it in your bottoms for him to feel how horny he left you. “See daddy, you got me all wet. You just gonna let your baby girl suffer like this?”

He couldn’t resist you or himself anymore. Chris had to see you cum, and it was going to be because of him. “No, I won’t. Lay back and let daddy take care of you.” Chris ordered, just before he started fingering you.

His fingers were hitting the right spot, making you quiver so hard you leaned into Chris, gripped his forearm and cover your mouth with it to quiet your moans.

Both of you were too caught up in chasing your pleasure that you didn’t notice Sebastian and Anthony approach you.

“Oh wow, you don’t look or sound too hot Y/N,” Anthony commented, mistaking your moan of pleasure for one of pain.

Instead of letting you talk, Chris responded. “Yeah that’s why I’m gotta stay back and make her some of my mom’s famous tomato soup.”

Sebastian winced at the mention of Chris taking care of you. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad thing. One time I got sick on set and Chris went total mother hen on me. So, don’t be surprised when your ready to kick him out.”

Just to ensure you didn’t let a moan slip out, you offered them a small smile. The boys talked a little bit more with Chris before finally leaving.

Once they were out of earshot you punched Chris in his shoulder. “Did you really have to keep fingering me while you talked to them?”

“C’mon don’t pretend like you didn’t like it,” Chris smirked at you. “I bet that turned you on even more.”

You hid your face in the crook of his arm because you didn’t want him to know that he was right. Something about him fucking you while talking to his friends turned you on.

When you didn’t respond to him, Chris moved his fingers faster and started circling your clit. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and this time you actually bit into his arm to stop you from screaming out in ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you cum. Daddy’s gonna take care if you all night, ok?” Chris pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Alright, the house is cleared out and I’m about to head out. Have fun, you nasties,” Megan announced.

You and Chris both thanked Megan and told her goodbye. As soon as you heard the door closed Chris picked you up and ran up the stairs.

He threw you on the bed and began to strip. “You’re gonna be a good girl from now on? Cause daddy doesn’t like punishing you.”

Licking your lips, you crawled off the bed and help Chris take off his pants. “Yes, daddy. I’ll be good.”

Chris cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply. “Good. Now get naked and get that pretty ass in the bed, so daddy can take care of you properly.”

This time you eagerly followed Chris’ instructions, knowing being a good girl would get you exactly what you wanted.

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[claymorexpunisher]

~Trading Places~(Finn x Reader

Just a little something a wrote today. Hope you like it!

Also I actually love Sasha so please don't take this personally if you happen to be a fan of hers ajshskkss lmao.

You knew it was stupid. You knew it was stupid to be jealous when you were the one Finn came back to. You were the one who wore the gorgeous black collar that was "fit for a princess" like he so called it. You were the one who bent over backwards- sometimes, literally.- to please him and he always praised you for it. So, it's really stupid to be practically foaming at the mouth at the sight of him bumping hips and "too sweeting" with "The Boss" and his Mixed Match Challenge partner, Sasha Banks.

Either way, tonight... Tonight you thought you'd mix things up just a little more...

~Later on that night~

By the time you both got to the hotel you were sure about what you were planning to do. It was all you could do to not scream at the top of your lungs every single time Finn spoke his praises about Sasha and their "amazing" match that night. Okay so you couldnt help but think how great Finn and Sasha worked as a team but, you weren't about to admit that, were you? Not when you and your boyfriend already barely see each other enough as it is and he hasn't even stopped talking about the match long enough to tell you that he's missed you.

"Love?" He says softly with an adorably concerned look on his face.

"Hm?" You didn't even realize that you had zoned out on him.

"Where'd you go?"

"I'm right here silly!" you say jokingly while crossing your eyes.

"Ha ha very funny. You know what I meant. Is something wrong love?"

"No nothing's wrong!" You see him eye you suspiciously through the corner of your eyes.

"I'm serious Finn don't worry about it."

"Hmm alright then. If you say so.. good God I can't wait to get to the hotel and rest."

"Oh me too Finn. Me too..." You say while trying to hold back a wicked grin.

~back at the hotel~

You and Finn make your way up to your room and you see Finn slowly taking off his gear. While he's busy getting undressed for the night, you discretely reach into your suitcase for the handcuffs and lube you had previously packed in your own suitcase. You see, this isn't the first time Finn couldn't stop blabbing about the damn with Sasha. It's been going on all. month. long since he found out. But today was your breaking point.

He smirks when he sees you throw the lube down on the bed, but he doesn't notice the handcuffs you discretely stuffed in the back pocket of your jeans.

"Well love, I was going to get some rest but if you wanna play..." You take a step back as you he comes forward to grip your throat.

"Get on your knees Finn. " You say in the most stern voice you can muster.

"Excuse me?" Finn laughs out.

" Get. on. your knees Finn." You ground out through your teeth.

"Okay this is really cute and all lov-" he's abruptly cut off by you pushing him onto his knees yourself with a strength that suprises both of you. You take advantage of his surprise to swiftly handcuff both of his arms behind his back.

"What the fu-" once again he's interrupted but this time with a firm hand gripping his face.

"Listen to me. Tonight you may only address me as Miss or Ma'am, you pick I honestly don't care so long as you do what I say when I say it. No hesitation, no questions. Got it?"

When all you get is a shocked noise out of Finn's throat and and equally shocked gaze you can't help but laugh.

"What's a matter, daddy? Cat got your tongue?.. I said, got it?"

"Y- yes Miss" he whimpers out when you suddenly grip his hair exposing his neck.

"Good boy" you purr out while grazing your teeth against his Adams apple.

You run your fingertips down his perfectly sculpted body until- to your surprise- you reach his very obviously hard dick and you give it a firm squeeze.

"A-ah fuck!" He squeaks out at the sudden pressure.

"You see this? You feel this?

Who does this belong to?" Finn can do nothing more except moan loudly in pleasure.

"I said who does this dick belong to?" You ask louder while adding more pressure to his rock hard dick.

"You! It belongs you. It's all yours! Please! Please fuck me pleasepleaseplease! Use me I'm all yours please! I've missed you so much please let me-" He screams out while thrusting his hips into your hand.

He's interrupted by you chuckling seductively while removing your hand slowly away from his already leaking dick. "Oh really? You've missed me, huh? That's funny because you never mentioned in between all of your Sasha talk. "Sasha this, Sasha that" " Sasha's amazing, I'm so excited for my tag match with Sasha".... I've had to listen to this ALL MONTH Finn. And honestly, I'm tired. It seems that you've forgotten who your actual girlfriend is so, I'm here to remind you. "

" Wha- is this what all this is ab-"

"Shut. Up. Finn. Get on the bed."

You see him hesitate for half a second before clumsily getting off his knees and climbing on the bed. He looks up at you expectantly waiting on your next instructions. "Ooh a fast learner, I like that." You reach out wordlessly to unlock the handcuffs being mindful of how sore he probably already is because of his grueling match.

Almost immediately he tries to reach out and kiss you but you quickly grab his hands while he makes another small whimpering sound from the back of his throat. "Uh uh I don't think so. I'm only uncuffing you because I know you must be aching from your match. But don't think I won't change my mind. Do you understand me?"

"Yes Miss, I'm sorry." You give him a quick peck on the his soft lips so he knows you're letting his momentary disobedience slide.

"Now. Lay back on the bed, head on the pillow." You know you're supposed to be mad at him but, you can't help but laugh and watch as he scrambles to do as you say. "Slow down baby, we have all night."

"Sorry Miss." He apologizes sheepishly.

"It's okay baby. Now, lay on that bed and don't move a single muscle until I tell you to. Okay?"

"Yes Miss." He says obediently.

"Good boy."

You move away to quickly get undressed. When you've peeled off every last layer of your clothes you make your way back to where Finn is laid out and not moving like you instructed him to.

You didn't really plan this out from top to bottom so you take the time to look at your beautiful boyfriend from head to toe. You feel a large lump in your throat as you look into his eyes and see him staring back at you with a look pure love, trust and lust. And you begin to feel really stupid for thinking such childish thoughts. How could you ever doubt that this man loved you with all his heart?

But, you were both clearly enjoying yourselves so you weren't about to put a stop to it now.

You make your way towards the bed and straddle his hips. And it takes everything within you not to grind against him when you feel his hard dick press against you.

"I should've probably asked this sooner but, you remember our safe word right?"

"Yes ma'am."

"But since you won't be able to talk in just a second, I suggest you pinch my thigh twice if you need to stop. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good. Now, here's what's gonna happen. Since you so nicely offered yourself to me and said I could use you any way I wanted.. I'm gonna do just that. I'm gonna lay this soaking wet pussy right on that pretty little face of yours.. and you're gonna use that pretty little tongue that you've been running all evening long, and you're make me cum."

You don't give him a second to answer before you straddle his head between both of your knees and grind your wet center against his mouth. "Come on, get to work Daddy." You moan at the delicious burn of his facial hair grazing against the inside of your thighs. Meanwhile, Finn wastes no time in gripping both of your thighs and burying his tongue inside you, making you grip the bars on the headboard of the hotel bed. "Oh fuck! That's it Daddy, don't stop. Make your princess cum nice and hard! Oh yeah.. who knew my big, strong and dominant daddy liked being treated like a little personal fuck toy, huh? Hows that pussy taste, Daddy? I bet dear sweet Sasha can please you like I can. Right, Daddy?" You moan out mockingly, gripping his hair and bringing his mouth as close as possible to your throbbing pussy as you reach behind you to take his hard dick in your hands and give it a few hard tugs.

"Mm hngh!" You feel the pressure building from within you as his own moans vibrate against your center.

When he gives a particular hard bite against your clit you find yourself crying out and squeezing your knees against his head and find your release.

Suddenly you squeal out as you flips you on your stomach and plunges two long and thick fingers deep inside of you. " My turn." He chuckles wickedly in your ear. "This little domme act you pulled tonight has been absolutely precious, babe. And if you had been more patient, you would've realized that we were gonna play tonight. I saw you pack those handcuffs. Oh and the lube too. It's really cute that you think anything gets past me. " He chuckles while you can't do anything more than grip hard onto the sheets and squeal at the pleasure of his fingers pumping into your sensitive pussy.

He abruptly turns you over and lift your legs onto his shoulders while gripping your throat firmly and you thrust your hips at the sheer thought of what you know is coming next.

"Stop moving." he says darkly as he grips your hip with one hand to stop your movements. With his other hand, he slowly runs his big firm hands up your body until he reaches your long dark locks and he pulls on them roughly causing you to let a long needy moan.

"Do you remember what I said to you the night I gave you your collar?" He says with a tone that almost seems too tender for the form way he's gripping on to your hair."

"Answer me!"

"Y- you said that you didn't see yourself with anyone else. That you knew the second you saw that collar you knew it belonged around my neck, as much as I belonged to you as your sub and you as my Daddy." You whimper out tearfully.

"That's right." He says, still with that same tender and loving tone while he reaches up and wipes the tears running down your cheeks.

" You know we don't hide things from each other. Just because you're my sub doesn't mean your feelings don't matter to me. As fun as this little stunt that you pulled was, I don't appreciate you hiding your feelings from me."

"I'm sorry da-"

Your words are cut off by Finn roughly grabbing your hips and pumping his hard length deep inside of your throbbing center. " No. Now you are gonna listen to me. No more secrets. Talk.to.me." he followed every word with a hard deep thrust that left you breathless.

He suddenly bit down and whispered in your ear in between harsh growls "Now show Daddy why you and you only you earned that collar. Show me why your my Princess. Cum for me sweetheart, cum all over Daddy's dick babe come on." He reaches down and gives your neck a hard bite that you both know is gonna leave a massive mark. He's thrusting so hard and so deep that you no matter how much you want to you can barely make a sound when you finally reach your second release of the night.

"That's it baby, good girl. Such a good girl. So good.." he releases your hair and slowly strokes the long strands while gently pulling out from deep inside you.

You can do nothing but lay while you both catch your breaths.

"So," you say after a few minutes. " Are we gonna discuss the fact that you totally enjoyed me tossing you around like a ragdoll tonight?" You smirk wickedly and fall into a surge of wild giggles as Finn pounces on you playfully growling into your neck.

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Eye Contact Pt. 2 (M)

✧ Pairing: Jungkook x reader

✧ Genre: smut

✧ Word count: 5.8k

✧ Description: After you two had sex for the first time, Jungkook thought he could just be shameless while being at a restaurant. So you wanted him to proof you that he really is willing to be a good boy for you.

✧ Content: slight sub!jk, thigh riding, anal play

✧ Parts: 1 | 2

“Oh so you wanna be a good boy for me?”

He turned his head away and blushed.

He mumbled something but you couldn’t understand. You pushed yourself up a bit so you could get your face closer to his. “What did you say, baby?” you asked with confidence.

Jungkook turned his head back, your noses were slightly touching now.

“O-of course. You deserve to get treated like a queen” he said and you couldn’t help but smile hard at his cheesy words. “But for now, let’s cuddle up and go to sleep jagiya…” He seemed tired and you were torn out too, so you agreed to that. You turned around, showing him your bare back, ass and curves. You waited for him to wrap his arms around you but he sighed out loud, “God, you’re honestly so beautiful Y/N!” Your boyfriend stroked his index finger over your body starting at your ass, going along your hip, side back and shoulders.

“So are you, Jungkook”, you whispered, still waiting for him to finally place his arm around you so you could fall asleep comfortably.

He kissed your neck at last and fulfilled your desperation for his touch.

“Good night, Y/N. I love you.”

- - -

It was Saturday, so you two could sleep in as long as you wanted. It was one of your favourite things. You loved waking up next to him, still lying in bed, being all cuddled up under the blanket and talking about nonsense. But that morning you woke up naked next to him for the first time. You two were still in the spoon position and his body still felt hot on yours. Jungkook was asleep and you slowly turned yourself towards him to admire his cute face while he snored quietly. He was still blushing. You stroked your hand over his cheek and he woke up to it.

“Good morning, Y/N”, he said in a husky morning voice.

You greeted him back.

Because your body was so close to his, you could now feel something pushing against you between your legs. Knowing exactly what it is, you pulled closer to him.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry… But you know, it’s morning, so I can’t really do anything about it” he stuttered, being ashamed of it.

“Jungkook, stop. It’s totally fine, I like it” you told him not to worry.

He raised his eyebrows, “You do?” You nodded.

He chuckled and gave you a dry kiss on your lips. Your tongue reached out in his mouth, trying to collaborate with his. You could feel him shyly humping against you, so you opened your legs a bit to give him space. His dick was stroking back and forwards between your thighs, you couldn’t help but look down at it and get horny at the sight. From one second to the other Jungkook lifted himself up a bit, so the tip of his dick was directly touching your sensitive clit. You were startled by the sudden touch and a quiet moan left your mouth.

Your boyfriend smirked. This little shit loved teasing you and your heart began to race faster again. He held your leg, stroking over your smooth skin and letting you feel good. He lifted it up, putting it over his waist so your lower part was closer to his. You could feel his precum leaking over your clit, making you even wetter. He pushed his hips forward, his dick sliding through your folds and the tip reaching your entrance. Although you were so wet, you knew you would need time to adjust yourself to his size if he just pushed into you like that. You looked up at him, kissing his now wet and soft lips again before you told him “Fuck me, Jungkook.”

He pulled away from the kiss, stared in your eyes and lifted his eyebrows to make sure you really wanted that. You nodded. He took his shaft in his hands, sliding one last time in between your folds before finally entering you. Both of you moaned out loud and he thrusted into you without letting you adjust to his thickness. It was pain and pleasure. His forehead touched yours, he held your face in his hands and still looked you deeply in your eyes while pounding into you.

“Ahh, Y/N. You feel so warm and-“ Jungkook couldn’t finish his sentence. The doorbell ringed and for a moment he slowed down. But since he missed so much time with you having sex, he now sped up his pace again. “Honestly I don’t care who it is, I just wanna please you,     princess.”

You smiled, giving you the reaction to turn him on his back and then sit on top of him.

“You’re treating me so well, baby. Looks like you really are a good boy for me” you could barely speak because of the pleasure you had. Jungkook put his hands on your hips, helping you to move back and forwards. He stared at your moaning face, your chest, your belly, your shaking legs, your arms and of course at your pussy getting filled by his cock. He just admired every single inch of your body.

The doorbell kept ringing but neither one of you was bothered by it. You just kept riding him.

“Gosh, baby… I’m already-“

“OOOOOOHHHHHHH JUNGKOOOOKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!” you heard someone scream behind you in a familiar voice. You stopped your moves, taking a look and seeing someone standing in the door frame. You immediately jumped up, taking the blanket to cover yourselves up. When you sat down next to Jungkook, you could finally recognize who it was.

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he looked around, trying to figure out how this could happen.

Oh yeah, wait. Y’all got so lost into the sex that you two ignored the doorbell. You looked at him, couldn’t hide your embarrassment and he buried his face in his big hands.

“Ahhhhh, Hobi. Fuck you!” He sighed out loud.

After a few seconds, there were Yoongi and Namjoon joining him in the door frame.

“W-wait, what is going on here?” Yoongi asked.

Hoseok laughed, “Well, what does it look like, Yoongz?” He pointed at the clothes that were lying all over the floor.

You turned over, putting the blanket over your head, wishing this never happened.

Namjoon chuckled for a second but said “Yo, guys, get a grip on yourself. Let’s wait in the living room!” He pulled them two by their shirts and closed the door to leave you two cleaning up.

Jungkook shook his head and was embarrassed himself. He turned over to only see the shape of you under the blanket. He pulled the blanket over and hugged you from behind.

“Y/N, baby, I am so sorry about what just happened. I didn’t know it was them ringing and didn’t ever even think of them coming in. Please, please, please, don’t be mad at me and don’t be sad. Forgive me, princess” he begged you, and you could feel him pout.

“It’s not your fault, baby, so stop asking for forgiveness. It’s okay. I mean, I guess so” you said as you slowly turned over to him.

Jungkook hugged you tight and said “Go shower and clean yourself up. I’m gonna go talk to the boys so you won’t feel embarrassed anymore. Is that fair?” You nodded and did so.

Your boyfriend got up, dressed himself quickly and walked into the living room, finding the three guys relaxing on the couch.

“Ayyy, look who’s here! Our golden maknae grew up finally!” Hoseok shouted and stood up to give Jungkook a long and brotherly hug.

He rolled his eyes and spoke “What in the world did you guys even think? Y/N is ashamed for life right now and you just laugh at this whole thing. I swear to god you guys really are something…”

All of them nodded and quickly apologized. “But now, why don’t you sit down here?” Namjoon asked and placed his hand on the free space of the couch next to him. Jungkook did and Namjoon put his arm around him. “So… tell us about it. How was it? How is she?”

Jungkook, being annoyed again, pushed Namjoons arm away and sighed “God, guys, please stop it. I’m not gonna talk about it. Especially not when she feels uncomfortable about it.”

Yoongi lifted his eyebrows and said “Wow, look at him being all grown up and shit. Nice one, Jungkook.” Everyone agreed and told him they were proud.

He laughed and blushed when he suddenly asked “But how the fuck did you guys get in here? We didn’t open.”

“The door was open” Namjoon answered.

“Ah, looks like we forgot to close it last night”, Jungkook sighed and continued, “but why are you even here though?”

Hobi answered all excited “We want to go eat altogether tonight and get to know Tae’s new girlfriend. So are you and Y/N in?”

You walked in the living room, after showering and dressing up, and by accident heard the last part of the conversation.

“Yeah, sure, I’m in too” you said and all of them looked over to you. You sat next to Yoongi and they smiled at you.

During the whole following conversations they didn’t even mention that you and Jungkook finally had sex, and you were glad.

“Jungkook, how does this look like?” you asked him as you stepped away from the closet and turned around to him so he could judge your look perfectly. You were wearing a red dress which accentuated your shape since it was so tight. You rarely wore something like this but Namjoon said it was a fancy restaurant they were going to. So everyone had to dress up like they would never do.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed and he observed you from head to toe. He let himself fall on the bed and buried his face in his hands again. He let out a loud noise and you weren’t sure if it was a sigh or a moan. Standing up right in front of you, he said “You look sooo gorgeous, princess. I swear to god how did I deserve you?” You smiled at the ground, putting your head on his shoulder. He lifted your chin to look up at him and then put his hands on your hips, pushing you closer to him.

“Is it normal that I’m horny again by just looking at you? You literally drive me crazy” he whispered and you felt his hands moving to your ass.

“Ah, Jungkook, you horny lil shit. We have to go. You can fuck me when we come home” you responded.

He pouted. “But I can’t wait. I wanna please you so bad.”

“Baby, you gotta behave. Or else I won’t let you.” His eyes brightened as you said that.

You two kissed and packed your things to leave.

- - -

“Cheers, everyone!” The first round of glasses tinkled and everyone drank up.

“Tae is so lucky to finally find a girl like you, Jessi. You seem really nice and you are sooo pretty! I wish you guys so much luck” you talked to Tae’s new girlfriend.

“Oh no thank you, so lovely. And you’re pretty yourself!” she said.

As the evening passed, you all ate so much, laughed a lot and more and more glasses were poured.

You were talking to Yoongi who was sitting right next to you. He told you some stuff that the guys had planned for new music. As you two spoke you noticed from the side Jungkook, who sat opposite you, talking and laughing with the waitress. Now you were already observing them for a while and they were still chatting with each other. You saw her hand resting on his shoulder and slowly stroking it. Fuck, he really ain’t gonna do anything about it?, you thought.

You coughed out loud, pretended to choke on the food. Jungkook turned his head to you and jumped up. “Are you okay?” he asked worrying. Yoongi clapped on your back to help you. You stopped coughing, Jungkook and the waitress standing on the other side of the table. Your boyfriend sat down and told the waitress to get you some water. She said “It’s cute that you worry for your friend. Sure, I’ll be right back.” And then she brushed over his arm as she left.

Friend? Seriously? This is enough. You got really mad.

Jungkook reached out for your hand but you aggressively pulled away. He looked at you in confusion.

You weren’t the one to start any drama but you couldn’t help but do something like this. You dropped your spoon on purpose and then pushing it a bit towards Jungkook with your foot.

“Oh I dropped my spoon, can you get it for me?” you asked while looking over to your boyfriend.

“Uhh, sure?” He bent under the table to look for the spoon. But the first thing he saw as he looked beneath were your legs spread wide. He gasped. You had to remind him that this is the only pussy he could get.

Why is she wearing no panties? Oh my god…, he thought. He crawled towards your legs and touched your inner thighs, staring at your slit covered by the dress. Only he could see it.

“Baby, why are you taking so long?” you asked him. He abruptly cringed back and tried to get up but hit his head. Everyone was laughing.

The waitress returned once Jungkook sat down back on his seat. She handed you the glass as she stood next to him. She purposely leaned over the table so he could get the sight of her ass in that tight skirt she was wearing. At least he gave no reaction to that. When she got back in her position she noticed Jungkook’s hair were a bit messy since he hit his head. She laughed and pet his head to get his strands straight. He chuckled and thanked her.

She leaned over him and asked “Is there anything else I can do for you?” Her voice clearly sounded more seducing. Everyone noticed her flirting and also everyone noticed you being mad jealous. Jungkook shyly shook his head and she told him to let her know if something would come up.

You stood up, breaking the tension and said “Fuck this, I’m going home. I’m sorry Jessi, it was nice meeting you but I already drank a bit too much and I’m tired. So I wish y’all lots of fun.” You left some money for your menu on the table. Then you put on your jacket and left as fast as possible.

Now everyone stared at Jungkook and he got up, excused himself too and left the restaurant.

You walked quickly and he tried to catch you up. “Babe, wait!”

When he reached you he gripped your arm and stopped you. “What’s wrong? Why did you leave all of a sudden?” You ignored him. “Y/N, please talk to me. Have I done something wrong?” You let go of the tight grip and walked away. He followed you, trying to figure out what was going on with asking questions.

You finally reached your apartment and went straight to the bedroom. You stopped in the middle of the room and turned around, now facing Jungkook.

“Can you please tell me now?” he pouted.

“Did you like what you saw when you were under the table?” you asked him without any expression.

“I mean, yes… But what has that to do with-“

“So you want this pussy? Tell me, Jungkook.”

His eyes darkened as he shyly answered yes.

“But I fucking told you to behave if you want to fuck me tonight, right?” you said, now showing how mad you were but your voice was still calm.

“Well… D-didn’t I?”

You chuckled, “How dare you even ask this question. I saw the way you were flirting with that waitress. Was she pretty? Was she sexy? I couldn’t even believe my eyes. You get to have sex and now you’re looking at other women? What were you thinking, Jungkook?”

“No, princess! It was nothing like that. She wasn’t even pretty, she was nothing. You know I only love you and have eyes for you. I would never do such a thing! She just talked to me all the time and couldn’t stop. Please, I am so sorry. I didn’t intend to flirt with her or anything, I swear to god” he begged you and you could see the desperation in his eyes.

You stepped away from him, taking off your high heels. He observed your legs and all of a sudden your dress was lying around your feet. He looked up at you, couldn’t believe it.

Jungkook took a step forward but you stopped him. “Nope, Jungkook. You’re gonna pay for this tonight. No touching or speaking until I tell you to.”

“But-“

“I said no. I thought you wanted to be a good boy for me?” you interrupted and then he reminded that you asked him that just yesterday. And it turned him on.

He nodded and stared at your boobs.

“Now tell me, baby. How much do you want this right now?” you told him.

He hesitated, not really knowing what to answer because it might end up too cheesy or not horny enough.

You noticed him being shy about it so you tried to comfort him. “Don’t be shy, Jungkook. Just tell me how you feel, describe it. There’s nothing wrong for you to say.” You smirked.

He looked you in the eyes. “I feel really hot. It’s like every time I see you, I feel my skin burning up. I just want to touch you and feel you. Since yesterday I can’t stop thinking about your hot body. God, you just drive me insane.”

You swallowed. You have to try so hard to be harsh on him. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“I could touch you, every inch of you. Everywhere you want me to do so. I could please you with my tongue. I’ll make you feel good. No matter how, I just want to see your beautiful face filled with pleasure. I want your lips to moan my name. And I’ll see you cum, multiple times. I’ll fuck you, soft or hard, however you want it. Whatever position you want to.”

You gasped and your pussy started getting all wet. You licked your lips to get them wet too.

“Y/N, I wish I could be the one licking your soft lips. I’m all desperate for it. Will you please let me? I will beg for it if I have to, just please, princess.”

You couldn’t resist anymore and you walked towards him, crashing your lips on his. You put your hands around the back of his neck. Since he remembered that you told him no touching without permission, he did nothing but kiss you back.

“Touch me, Jungkook” you moaned in his mouth. He’s been only waiting to hear those words, so he immediately laid his hands on your ass. He grabbed the cheeks softly, leaving you moaning more. His right hand slowly slid up, passing your hips and stomach to reach your boob. He teased your nipple as his finger tip circled around it. Now he grabbed your boob with his whole hand.

“Can I touch you anywhere else, baby?” he asked.

“Yes, you’re allowed to touch me everywhere you want now.”

He looked down at your body, squeezing your boob one last time before his hand made its way to the hottest part of your body. His finger teased your pubic bone. You stopped his hand from moving further and said “It’s easier if I sit down.” So you sat on the edge of the bed and you gave him the order to kneel in front of you.

“It’s so hot when you sit in front of me like that, with your legs wide open” he moaned and stared at you for a while.

“Take off your shirt and touch me again, baby” you couldn’t help but sound desperate.

As he took off his shirt, revealing his abs and broad shoulders you felt your pussy clenching. You wanted him right now. But you couldn’t because otherwise it wouldn’t be a punishment.

His hands were on your knees and he slowly stroked them over your thighs until he reached your pubic bone again. He rubbed it with his thumb, the other hand gripped your thigh.

“Wow, you’re already so wet. Is this because of me?” You replied with a smile.

“Can I touch your clit?” he asked politely. You nodded and moaned out at the hot touch that you felt on your clit.

“J-jungkook-ahh…”

He was going slow, taking his time. His thumb circled around your clit, and it sent shivers down your spine. You got goosebumps but you didn’t feel cold. Actually, you felt hot. You felt like every touch of him could set you on fire. His thumb now moved down your slit, through your folds to your entrance. He repeated that motion a few times and it made you insane.

“Wow, you’re even getting wetter. How is that possible, oh god? But does it feel good, baby?” he could barely talk since he was so pleased with the view.

“Fuck, it does. Just keep going. And remember this pussy clearly because it’s the only one you will ever get. Understood that?” You were a moaning mess and he nodded.

He now put his index finger right at your entrance, looked up to you and asked you if he could enter. “Yes, you can” you answered.

He slowly pushed his index finger into your pussy. As he pulled it out again he added another finger and pushed back in. He flicked his fingers inside you and observed your reactions. He wanted to give you the maximum pleasure so he had to figure out what you liked and what not.

He slowly thrusted his fingers into you, putting his thumb back on your sensitive clit. Your legs started shaking and you let your head fall back. Your hands gripped the blanket so you could get a hold of yourself.

“Can I use my tongue, princess?” he asked but you didn’t hear him because you felt all numb.

“Baby, please? Tongue?” he repeated a bit louder and without thinking straight you moaned yes. It turned you on so much that he was always asking for allowance. You had control over him and you know he found it hot too.

Jungkook slowed down his pace, took your head with his free hand and pulled you close to him. Now he could kiss your neck. You felt your neckline getting covered by wet kisses and licks. His lips danced on your skin, leaving sweet kiss marks, he reached your collarbone and then your chest. You couldn’t breathe normally because the hot touches and lickings combined with his hand job were something else. You rolled your eyes back, losing control over the situation. Your legs and arms were shaking more as his mouth drove over your stomach, getting closer to your pussy. You could swear if his mouth landed on your pussy right now you could cum right away.

“Damn, you are already clenching, baby. Are you close?” Jungkook moaned, his mouth only inches away from your clit and you could feel his breath against it. You looked down at him and he stared right into you. “Can I?” he asked once again so politely. You nodded as fast as ever.

He removed his thumb from your clit but kept his fingers inside you. You felt kisses on your pubic bone and then in the very inner of your thighs, coming closer and closer to your clit. Once he pressed his lips on it, giving sweet kisses to tease you, you couldn’t hold it anymore. Your legs felt numb and gave up on strength to hold you in that sitting position. As Jungkook noticed that you were closing from falling on the floor in front of him, he grabbed your legs, pulling you up a bit and pushing you back on the bed so you could lie down. He lowered his head again between your legs, putting them over his shoulders.

“You’re so amazing, Y/N. I see you like it, am I right?” he asked you and kissed your inner thighs again.

“Jun-Jungkook… Aahh, you make me feel so good! Make me cum, I need your tongue!” you moaned.

He placed his tongue right at your entrance and slowly slid up to reach your clit. Then he made circle motions, leaving you breathless. Your hands were holding the blanket so tight but his ones reached out to yours so you could hold them.

You didn’t need any longer to cum, as he twisted and flicked his tongue all over and in your pussy. You lifted your back off the bed, your legs tightened up around him and you moaned his name over and over again while you reached your high and felt the orgasm flow through your whole body.

You let yourself fall back on the bed again, trying to catch up a rhythmic breathing. Jungkook still held your hands as he kissed the top of your pussy and slowly came up. He removed your legs, letting them fall on the side. He was now laying on top of you, crumbled his way up to you. You watched him removing hair from your face and placing his lips on your forehead.

“Y/N. I enjoyed this too much. You taste so nice; I could eat you all day. And I know for sure this is the only pussy I want. Please forget that waitress, I only want you” he spoke while looking at your hooded eyes.

Oh, yes, that waitress. You totally forgot about that and that you wanted to punish him for flirting. You thought you could be in charge of him but how? How could you do that when he was the one making you lose control over his tongue? But you still had to think straight and set him in his place tonight.

“Jungkook, you were such a good boy now. I swear that tongue is out of the world. You make me cum so good, baby. I think you deserve a reward for treating me so good, don’t you think?” you regained your strength to talk.

His eyes brightened up. “Yes, princess, please” he said as he laid comfortably and you got up to sit on his lap.

You felt his clothed bulge right under your exposed and still wet pussy. “Baby, can you please release my dick? It’s already hurting so much because I was hard all the time since I saw you in that dress. Please?” he begged. You smirked and went down to unzip his pants. You slipped them off and threw them on the floor. You sat on his cock and the contact made him hiss. Your hands wandered over his arms, feeling his veins, up to his shoulders and down to his chest and abs. The touches were intense you could recognize it on his face expressions. He looked so beautiful with his mouth open, so close to moaning but holding it back with frowned eyebrows. You moved your hips to create a friction which pleased you both. You leaned forward just to get a long intense kiss. There was that feeling again in your stomach which you weren’t sure how to describe it. It just felt so tight and you fastened up on rubbing against him. You decided to take off his boxers as well and finally he moaned at his dick touching the free air. Once you sat back on him he hoped you would continue thrusting against him. But you didn’t. You moved further down, brushed over his whole length and balls, stopping at the middle of this thigh. He watched you but couldn’t figure out what you were up to.

“W-what are you doing there?” Jungkook asked you staring at the wet marks you left on him.

Your hips started moving and his thigh flexed under you, making you whine.

“I’m riding your thigh, Jungkook. I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Always admiring your thighs when you’re wearing shorts or tight pants, always makes me wet” you responded to his previous question. He sat up so he could get a better sight of you.

“You are so sexy. Please show me how you ride my thigh, hope it feels good, baby” he groaned and grabbed your ass. Leaning forward he used his mouth and tongue again to play with your boobs.

You placed your index finger on the tip of his cock and made motions that had left him moan. You wanted to jerk his dick but it wasn’t slippery enough. Jungkook watched you lifting up your hips a bit to brush over your pussy with your hand just to lay your hand back on his cock. Your wet pussy was the perfect lube. He lifted his head and you two caught eye contact. You could see his eyes getting filled with more lust while you set up your pace on his thigh again.

“Jungkook, how does it feel when I ride your hot thigh while at the same time I stroke your cock with my pussy juices, huh?” you asked him and his beautiful eyes darkened.

He cursed and barely spoke correctly, “Fuck, Y/N. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It feels hot, I love seeing your body thrusting over me. I never thought I would love the sight of your pussy rubbing against my thighs but here you are looking like a goddess while doing so.”

“Glad you enjoy this as much as I do, baby” you whispered.

You suddenly removed your hands from his dick and moved your hips above it, not taking a break from looking in his eyes. You stroked your pussy over his shaft to get it wetter.

Now you stood up, turning around so now he had a view on your back and ass. You took his dick and placed the tip at the entrance, teasing him.

“Woah, Y/N. This position is fucking hot. Ugh, your ass” he said as he brushed over your ass and squeezed it.

You lowered your hips only a little bit so just the tip of his dick disappeared in your pussy. Both of you moaned out loud. You moved forward so his cock slipped back.

“Jungkook, spread my butt cheeks, please” you told him.

He stopped breathing. “W-what…?”

“You heard me. Please.” And he did.

You moved a bit and held his cock right at the entrance of your other hole. You heard Jungkook breathing heavier than ever. Even though you have never done anything anal, you got turned on by it just now and you didn’t know why though.

“Would you like to test it out, Jungkook?” you asked him, throwing your head back so you could see his face. He stared up at you and answered “I’m not sure. If you want it, I’ll do it. If not, we’ll leave it.”

Such a sweetheart. You circled his cock around your hole, trying to relax it and get it wet enough. “Yes, I want it” you finally answered him and pushed your hips back so the tip of his dick entered you between your ass cheeks.

“Fuck” you both groaned at the unknown feeling. You trembled but stayed in that position for a while. Jungkook spread your ass even wider to get the best view of this. He didn’t move because he knew it might hurt or surprise you. “Damn, this is so tight. Are you okay, baby?” he asked.

You sighed a yes and started moving in circle motions so you could get used to his dick. Even though only the tip was inside your ass, it felt even much bigger than in your pussy. It was pain but at the same time the pleasure exceeded it. You lifted your ass, so his cock popped out but then you sat back on it. It slid in so casually. But you never went further than the tip because you were afraid you might not handle it.

“B-baby… If you keep doing this, I’m gonna cum” Jungkook groaned in your back and placed kisses over your spine.

You stopped moving and said “No. Don’t cum yet. You should cum when I tell you so.”

Your ass lifted up, leaving him sighing out in desperation. You leaned over his legs and he enjoyed the sight.

“Princess, I want to fuck you. Please lie down and let me fill you up. I fucking love this view but I wanna see your gorgeous face again.”

You didn’t want to wait any longer so you lied down, him being on top of you now.

He placed his dick against your pussy, looking at you and waiting for your consent.

“Now fuck me, Jungkook, destroy me and leave me breathless” you ordered and he pushed into you.

He groaned your name over and over again while pounding into you. He placed his hands under your back so he could feel your body close against him. You two stared into each other’s eyes again and that was it. Your heart started beating faster again and you could feel his too against your chest. The moment was magical and everything around you blurred out. The world stopped spinning and the only thing you had in mind right now was Jungkook loving you. It wasn’t just sex for pleasure; it wasn’t just fucking. It was intense, it felt electric, you felt so close and connected to him. You never experienced this and you only had to realize that this is what they call making love. Your stomach built a knot inside you and you felt your body coming closer to your high. Jungkook and you were a moaning mess without breaking the eye contact.

“Jungkook, I love you, fuck, I love you. Please cum, let’s cum together” you whispered right in between his sweet lips.

Only when you said this he moaned even louder and you felt him filling you up with his cum. Giving in the last few thrusts your walls clenched so you could cum too. Jungkook watched you as your whole body trembled and he held you so tight while you orgasmed.

You stayed in that position until both of you could calm down and breathe again. He rolled over next to you and still hugged you so tight.

“I love you too, Y/N. So fucking much. If I knew our sex would be this beautiful I would’ve done it sooner. But I am happy anyways, you make me feel things that I never even thought existed. You’re too precious, never leave me” he whispered and his voice sounded so lovely. You brushed your hand over his cheek and spoke “I’m never gonna leave you. You’re my everything.”

You both smiled and he kissed you on your forehead.

“Ugh, the bed is all wet and sweaty because of us”, Jungkook laughed, “we gotta change the blankets later. And I have to go to shower now. Wanna join me?”

Without hesitating you said yes and followed him hand in hand to the bathroom.

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Random Girl (Mature)

note; this imagine does not contain sex scene. however, i have marked the following write up as mature, because it contains sexual consent and involves detailed descriptions of the intercourse itself and other actions that might be considered sexual.

Friday evening. Normally, that was the time when I would get myself ready to go out; clubbing excursion or a house party, maybe even hosted by myself? Who knew. But, oh well, no. Instead I was sat down on a brownish chair in Subway placed at local high street, for what felt like forever now. My not so warm anymore, twelve inch sandwich was placed in front of me as I miserably tried to finish piece of bread for the past half an hour.

I was just after my basketball practice, still in my formal team kit, contemplating about everything and nothing at the same. I could of easily go out with my best friends, but I did not feel like it. I was just really lazy that evening. The truth was, college itself was a nark, trust me, another hour and a half of physical education a.k.a my love named ball, added to my timetable was a nightmare, therefore partying would of get me killed, I believed. So, here I was. Completely alone in a fast-food store, even workers have hidden somewhere, seeing that they most likely won't be operating any more customers for the following day. I guess people really did go out, like they were suppose to and I was simply a loser. Oh, well.

'Can you just shut up, Brad? I am honestly sick of you and the things you always say to me. Can't you just try and stay calm when you want to conversate with me?' A gentle and at the same time firm voice (if that even make sense to other people, because for me, sure it did) has reached my hearing, making me wake up from whatever little stage I was oddly going through.

I winked a few times, just to get to my own tiredness, turned my head slightly to right, where the sound came from. My glimpse was stuck on a female that have now appeared in the restaurant, so myself was not utterly solo. It was rude to stare. I know. However, out of categorical boredom, this observation made by myself had to be forgiven, I studied.

Her body looked perfectly in them high waisted, dark blue jeans, with a basic, red crop top, showing off her beautiful stomach. I scrolled down, to the pair of white Nike Huaraches, and a golden ankle bracelet, which looked like one I owned myself, that was currently elegantly sat on my wrist. After finishing admiring her outfit, my vision moved onto the top part of her body. I liked her hair, let go freely and naturally. I liked how they looked careless and just were there, without extra effort, for some reason, I enjoyed it.

For me, it felt like ages, waiting for a mysterious girl to show me her face, my fingers tapping on the table. She was calmly standing in front of the counter, just doing what she came her to do.

But she did turn my way, eventually. And it fucking hit. Lust took over my sight, palms all wet as my mouth has almost let a loud moan out, but thankfully strong pressure of teeth on my tongue has paused this action. Damn. Fuck. O-Oh my God. I swallowed hardly, as my jaw clenched, looking at the girl on my right has stopped me in time. Whoever she was, she was just...wow.

Her feet was tapping on the floor, as her nicely shaped fingers with long, red painted fingernails did the same on the work surface. In the other hand, that was placed next to her ear, she was holding a mobile phone. I could tell that she was mad, maybe even furious straight away. Not only by her inattentive, at that point, pose or her small gestures, that suggested her raging mood, but also, by her face expression. The way she chewed the inside of her cheek and blew the air through her nostrils, so intensively that even I could hear it. How her big, gorgeous eyes shut for a bit longer once in a while and her eyebrows wrinkled up, showing that a few more words would of leave her mouth if she was not trying to remain relaxed.

'Bradley, please, can't we just leave it for till I come back home?' A beauty said unexpectedly as she sighted deeply, putting a little, LV purse on the counter, getting a rectangle shaped wallet, when a blue card became visible to the surrounding and tapped onto machine to transfer the money. I don't know who that Bradley dude is, but can he stop making you this upset? You look unhappy, that face deserves a big, big smile.

I was a cloud of thoughts at this point. I mean, this girl. This girl made my heart skip a beat. This girl made me look over at her twice and I am rudely staring ever since. This girl is the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced in my life and all I am doing is looking in her direction. This girl made me shiver, shake, dribble and all sort of things. This girl made my dick hard. And she has not even done anything.

Shit. I'm fucking sick.

'I'm just...I'm just tired of this bullshit-' She stated which made some kind of unusual feeling go through my stomach. I like the way she says those...those 'curse words'...fuck, why does this turns me on?

'Don't you think I deserve to be treated just a bit better?' I licked my lips, watching as she sat down, placing her hands on the table. She wasn't looking at me. I don't think she even acknowledged my presence. I did not mind through. This gave me a free hand to look at her and monitor her precious body from the side. And, um, babygirl you do deserve better. 

In fact, I can do you be-...fuck, I so do wanna do you. In many, many ways. Soft, hard, senseless, passionate. All that. I can do it all so fucking nice, you won't ever get the imagine of my face off your brain.

'Does it give you any sort of, um, comfort to make me feel like shit?' Her voice raised just a bit as her fist closed into a tight ball alike shape. 

Fuck. Fucking shit. That, this, babygirl. Where should I start with? I can give you so much comfort. So, so, so much of it. I can make you feel so fucking special. So fucking good. And what the fuck? How dare he do you like this? You do deserve all the appreciation and love going. Can I beat the fuck out of him? swear to God, I can finish him off, this angers me, you know? He fucking angers me. I know I don't know him, but do I look like I give a fuck?

I would probably say so much more to myself (because, I could truly see myself going on) but a small cough leaving her mouth woke me up. I looked down on myself, as I felt uncomfortable around my private area, in my shorts. A silent curse word left my mouth as a massive bulge became visible to myself. My hand reached for a sandwich as I bite a big piece, hoping this can bring me to reality, at least in the smallest percentage.

I could not understand this whole, sudden sensation. In my lifetime, I have had so many girls. So many beautiful women doing crazy things just to pleasure me. And then this happens?

When you get drunk, if you can recall ever feeling this way, you get that sensitive, exultant feeling all over your skin? That's how it feels down there. Prickling on the back of my neck and base of my spine. My dick going all crazy and hard. Ugh, it is so fucking difficult to describe. But this feeling, the feeling of arousal, that hits it. Especially on the top. And my balls. Yeah, over there. It's insane. A man just always feel so weak and vulnerable in those moments. You cannot even understand. If me begging her for sex would work, bro I would of do that gladly.

'I do love you, you know that. You are my best friend since we were little, but c'mon. You go crazy everytime you, you know, snort it. I just, I cannot cooperate with you anymore.' A quit voice have, once again, hit my ears, therefore (obviously), I could not just ignore it. I wouldn't want to. I had to investigate her words in my head once again. 

So, that Bradley dude of yours, yeah? He is not your little boy toy, right? Okay, fair enough. That is good. This satisfies me. But, what is he doing? I don't understand. Is he being aggressive when he does cocaine? Meth? Oh, shit, heroin? Going that hard with that junk? But, anyways, if I could just help you out, trust me, I would. I just think he doesn't care, that's why he does what he does. And in that case, there is very little you can do. But I could help. I mean, I could try, don't you think?

'Yeah, I don't even know anymore. I'm just in Subway and I'm going back to my place. If you want to come over, do that. No one is at home and I hate being alone. And Juliet is gone for the weekend, so you are my only hope. The girls went out partying, and-' Was all that I could hear (and all I paid attention to) before her body stood up, her hand taking all of belonging with herself. 

Guess who wants to come over? Justin wanna come over, love. In fact, I would make you feel better. You wouldn't be lonely. Trust me, I know how to make little ones like you scream. Oh, how would I love to be able to do that all to you. Fuck you like a slut. Whore. Fuck you senseless. Make you beg for my cock when I stop penetrating you just to make you eager. Finger you just to tease you and prepare you for my huge length. Make you squirt all over my face when I eat you up. You would feel the things you never even dreamed of experiencing. I'm so fucking good, babygirl. I would fuck you up. I could make your pussy cum so many time, you would not be able to remember your own fucking name...God, I am definitely sick.

I sighted, not happy at the fact she will soon be gone and I will have nothing pleasant to look at. My eyes rolled with annoyance, fixing myself on the chair as I made a slight sound with the legs of the furniture I was sat on, which caused a beauty to look over at me. My mouth dropped down in shock, staring at her two eyeballs. Her eyes, my God.  They were so beautiful. So bright, so adorable. So pure. I cannot believe I am disrespecting that cute self with my dirty thought. She is so clueless.

Little gorgeous sent me a beautiful, soft smile which I responded to with exact same thing and came back to my food just for a second, so she wouldn't find me specious. But, my eyes did come back on her, watching that goodly butt, as she made her way out, moving her hips in the rhythm. 

Oh, what would I do to that pretty bum of yours, babygirl. Do you like being spanked? Well, it doesn't really matter anyway, 'cuz I will make you like it. Mmm, what about slapping that beautiful ass as I fuck the life out of you? It will get a bit rough, but you will like it. I don't know what you are really like, what makes you go crazy, but me will make you naughty. And needy. So you can need me like I need you. Corners of my lips have moved up, showing a little smirk on my face as I then looked back at my pants.

I was pretty sure that if I stared touching myself in the middle of my thoughts, by now I would be loaded with sperm all over my hands. My thoughts were finally clearing up as I relaxed myself, just like I would do after every, decent orgasm.

Random girl at Subway on Friday evening made me this. Made me a mess. And I loved it. I didn't want and I didn't need to understand my feelings towards the whole 'incident'. Nor the fact that in my head I was having a full on monologue. It was all a very, very intense experience for me.

I was not a desperate boy. I got laid. Quite a lot actually. It was different this time through. I truly found myself relating to this girl. Just the way she showed interest in whoever she was on the phone to. Also the frustration, irritation. I felt like I get it. I said a lot, a lot of indecent lot to myself, but I felt like I would love to just be a good guy to her. Which also made me really concerned, as I did never, I repeat never want to give out special treatment to nobody.

No words to describe my state came to my mind I just prayed to God for my sake and sake of that poor, not knowing girl that our paths would never cross again, because I would not be able to stop myself from coming over to her. And once I would, I could get her fucked up for life.

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